THE MAD LOVER. Actus primus. Scaena prima. Flourish. Enter Astorax King of Paphos, his Sister Calis, train, and Cleanthe, Lucippe Gentlewomen at one door; At the other Eumenes a Soldier. Eumen. HEalth to my Sovereign. King. Eumenes, welcome: Welcome to Paphos soldier to our love, And that fair health ye wish us through the Camp May it disperse itself, and make all happy; How does the General, the valiant Memnon, And how his wars, Eumenes? Eume. The Gods have given you (royal Sir) a Soldier Better ne'er sought a danger, more approved In way of war, more master of his fortunes, Expert in leading 'em; in doing valiant, In following all his deeds to Victories, And holding fortune certain there. King. O Soldier, Thou speak'st a man indeed; a General General, A soul conceived a Soldier. Eumen. Ten set Battles Against the strong usurper Diocles Whom long experience had begot a Leader Ambition raised too mighty: hath your Memnon Won, and won gloriously, distressed and shook him Even from the head of all his hopes to nothing: In three he beat the thunderbolt his brother Forced him to wall himself up: there not safe, Shook him with warlike Engines like an earthquake, Till like a snail he left his shell and crawled By night, and hideous darkness to destruction: Disarmed for ever rising more; twelve Castles, Some though impregnable; Towns twice as many Countries that like the wind knew no command But savage wildness; hath this General With loss of blood & youth, through storms & tempests Called to your fair obedience. Drum within. King. O my Soldier That thou wert now within my arms; what drums- Drum Are those that beat Eumenes? Eumen. His my Sovereign; Himself i'th' head of conquest drawing home, An old man now to offer up his glories, And endless conquest at your shrine, King. Go all, And entertain him with all Ceremony, we'll keep him now a Courtier. Eumen. Sir, a strange one, Pray God his language bear it; by my life, Sir He knows no compliment, nor curious casting Of words into fit places ere he speak 'em, He can say fight well fellow, and I'll thank thee: He that must eat, must sweat; bring up the rear there, Or charge that wing of horse home. Flourish. King. Go too, go too. Ent. Memnon and a train of Courtiers & soldiers, two Captains, Chilax. Valiant and wise are twins Sir: welcome, welcome, Welcome my fortunate and famous General, High in thy PRINCE's favour as in fame, Welcome to Peace and Paphos. Mem. Thank your Grace, And would to God my dull tongue had that sweetness To thank you as I should; but pardon me, My sword and I speak roughly Sir: your battles I dare well say, I have fought well; for I bring ye That lazy end you wish for Peace, so fully, That no more name of war is: who now thinks Sooner or safer these might have been ended. Begin 'em If ye dare again; I'll thank him. Soldier and soldier's Mate these twenty five years, At length your General, (as one whose merit Durst look upon no less,) I have waded through Dangers would damned these soft souls, but to hear of The maidenheads of thousand lives hangs here Sir, Since which time, Prince, I know no Court but martial, No oily language, but the shock of Arms, No dalliance but with death; No lofty measures But weary and sad marches, cold and hunger, Larums at midnight, valour's self would shake at, Yet I ne'er shrunk. Balls of consuming Wildfire, That licked men up like lightning, have I laughed at, And tossed 'em back again like children's trifles Upon the edges of my enemy's swords I have marched like whirlwinds, fury at this hand waiting, Death at my right; Fortune my forlorn hope, When I have grappled with destruction, And tugged with pale faced Ruin, Night and Mischief, Frighted to see a new day break in blood, And everywhere I conquered; and for you sir, Mother's have wanted wombs to make me famous, And blown ambition dangers; Those that grieved ye, I have taken order for i'th' earth: those fools That shall hereafter. K. No more wars my soldier: K. takes Mem. aside and talks with him. We must now treat of peace sir. Clean. How he talks, How gloriously. Cal. A goodly timbered fellow, Valiant no doubt. Cle. If valour dwell in vaunting; In what a phrase he speaks as if his actions Could be set of in nothing but a noise, Sure has a drum in's mouth. Cal. I wonder wenches How he would speak to us. Clean. Nothing but 'larum Tell us whose throat he cut, show us his sword, And bless it for sure biting. Lucippe. And t like your Grace, I do not think he knows us what we are, Or to what end; for I have heard his followers Affirm he never saw a woman that exceeded A sutler's wife yet, or in execution Old bedrid Beldames without teeth or tongues, That would not fly his fury? how he looks. Clean. This way devoutly. Cal Sure his Lordship's viewing Our Fortifications. Lucip. If he mount at me, I may chance choke his Battery. Cal. Still his eye Keeps quarter this way: Venus grant his valour Be not in love. Clean. If he be, presently Expect a Herald and a Trumpet with ye To bid ye render; we two Perdu's pay for't else. King. I'll leave ye to my sister, and these Ladies To make your welcome fuller: my good soldier We must now turn your sternness into Courtship When ye have done there; to your fair repose sir: Flourish. I know you need it Memnon, welcome gentlemen. Ex. Ki. Luci. Now he begins to march: Madam the Van's yours, Keep your ground sure; 'tis for your spurs. Mem. O Venus. He kneels amazed and forgets to speak. Cal. How he stares on me. Clean. Knight him Madam, knight him He will grow tooth 'ground else. Eumenes. Speak sir, 'tis the Princess. 1 Capt. Ye shame yourself, speak to her Cal. Rise and speak sir. Ye are welcome to the Court, to me, to all sir, Lucip. Is he not deaf? Cal. The Gentleman's not well. Eumen. Fie noble General, Lucip. Give him fresh air his colour goes, how do ye? The Princess will be glad sir. Mem. Peace, and hear me. Clean. Command a silence there. Mem. I love thee Lady. Cal. I thank your Lordship heartily: proceed sir. Lucip. Lord how it stuck in's stomach like a surfeit. Clean. It breaks apace now from him, God be thanked, What a fine spoken man he is. Lucip. A choice one of singular variety in carriage. Clean. Yes and I warrant you he knows his distance. Mem. With all my heart I love thee. Cal. A hearty gentleman, And I were e'en an errand beast, my Lord, But I loved you again. Mem. Good Lady kiss me. Clean. I marry, Mars, there thou cam'st close up to her. Cal. Kiss you at first my Lord, 'tis no fair fashion, Our lips are like Rose buds, blown with men's breaths, They lose both sap and savour; there's my hand sir. Eumen. Fie, fie, my Lord, this is too rude. Mem. Unhand me, Consume me if I hurt her; good sweet Lady Let me but look upon thee. Cal. Do. Mem. Yet. Cal. Well sir. Take your full view. Lucip. Bless your eyes sir. Cal. Mercy, Is this the man they talked of for a soldier, So absolute and Excellent: O the Gods, If I were given to that vanity Of making sport with men for ignorance, What a most precious subject had I purchased? Speak for him gentlemen: some one that knows, What the man ails; and can speak sense. Clean. Sure Madam, This fellow has been a rare Hare finder See how his eyes are set. Cal. Some one go with me, I'll send him something, for his head, poor gentleman, Is troubled with the staggers. Lucip. Keep him dark, He will run March mad else, the fumes of battles Ascend into his brains, Clean. Clap to his feet An old Drum head, to draw the thunder downward. Cal. Look to him gentlemen: farewell, Lord I am sorry We cannot kiss at this time, but believe it we'll find an hour for all: God keep my children, From being such sweet Soldiers; Softly wenches, Lest we disturb his dream. Exit Calis & Ladies. Eumen. Why this is Monstrous. 1 Capt. A strange forgetfulness, yet still he holds it. 2 Capt. Though he ne'er saw a woman of great fashion Before this day, yet methinks 'tis possible He might imagine what they are, and what Belongs unto 'em; mere report of others. Eumen. Pish, his head had other whimsies in't: my Lord, Death I think you're struck dumb; my good Lord General 1 Capt. Sir. Mem. That I do love ye Madam; and so love ye An't like your grace. 2 Cap. He has been studying this speech. Eumen. Who do ye speak to sir. Mem. Why where's the Lady The woman, the fair woman. 1 Cap. Who? Mem. The Princess, Give me the Princess. Eumen. Give ye counsel rather To use her like a Princess: Fie my Lord, How have you borne yourself, how nakedly Laid your soul open: and your ignorance To be a sport to all; report and honour; Drew her to do you favours, and you bluntly, Without consideration what, or how she was Neither collecting reason, nor distinction. Mem. Why, what did I my masters? Eumen. All that shows A man unhandsome, undigested done. Mem. Did not I kneel unto her? Eumen. Dumb and senseless, As though ye had been cut out for your father's tomb, Or stuck a landmark; when she spoke unto you, Being the excellence of all our Island, Ye stared upon her, as ye had seen a monster Mem. Was I so foolish; I confess Eumenes, I never saw before so brave an outside But did I kneel so long Eumen. Till they laughed at ye, And when you spoke, I am ashamed to tell ye What 'twas my Lord; how far from order; Bless me, is't possible the wild noise of a war And what she only teaches should possess ye, Knowledge to treat with her, and full discretion Being at flood still in ye, and in peace, And manly conversation smooth and civil, Where gracefulness and glory twin together Thrust yourself out an exile? Do you know sir, what state she carries? What great obedience waits at her back continually? Mem. She ne'er commanded A hundred thousand men, as I have done, Nor ne'er won battle; Say I would have kissed her. Eume. There was a dainty offer too, a rare one. Mem. Why, she is a woman, is she not? Eume. She is so. Mem. Why, very well; what was she made for then? Is she not young and handsome bred to breed? Do not men kiss fair women? if they do, If lips be not unlawful ware; Why a Princess Is got the same way that we get a beggar, Or I am cozened; and the selfsame way She must be handled e'er she get another, That's rudeness is it not? 2. Cap. To her 'tis held so, & rudeness in that high degree. Mem. 'Tis reason, But I will be more punctual; pray what thought she? Eum. Her thoughts were merciful, but she laughed at ye, Pitying the poorness of your compliment, And so she left ye, good sir shape yourself To understand the place, and noble persons You live with now. 1. Cap. Let not those great deserts The King hath laid up of ye, and the people, Be blasted with ill bearing. Eume. The whole name of soldier, then will suffer, Mem. she's a sweet one. And good sirs leave your exhortations They come untimely to me, I have brains That beat above your reaches: she's a Princess, That's all: I have killed a King, that's greater. Come let's to dinner, if the Wine be good, You shall perceive strange wisdom in my blood. Exeunt all but Chilax. Chil. Well, would thou wert i'the wars again Old Memnon, there thou wouldst talk toth' purpose, And the proudest of all these Court Chameleons Would be glad to find it sense too: plague of this Dead peace, this bastard breeding lousy lazy idleness, Now we must learn to pipe, and pick our livings Out of old rotten ends: these twenty five years I have served my Country, lost my youth and blood, Exposed my life to dangers more than days. Yet let me tell my wants, I know their answers, The King is bound to right me, they good people Have but from hand to mouth, look to your wives Your young trim wives, your high-day wives, your marchpanes, For if the soldiers find not recompense, As yet there's none a hatching; I believe You men of wars, the men of wars will nick ye, For starve nor beg they must not, my small means Are gone in fumo: here to raise a better Unless it be with lying, or dog flattering, At which our Nations excellent; observing dog-days, When this good Lady broils, and would be basted By that good Lord or such like moral learnings, Is here impossible; Well, I will rub among 'em If any thing for honesty be gotten, thou'lt be but bread and cheese I can be satisfied, If otherwise the wind blow, stiff as I am Yet I shall learn to shuffle: There's an old Lass That shall be nameless yet alive, my last hope, Has often got me my pocket full of crowns If all fail, jackdaws, are you alive still? Then I see the coast clear, when fools and boys can prosper. Enter Fool and Page. Pag. Brave Lieutenant Foole. Haile to the man of worship. Chi. You are fine sirs, Most passing fine at all points. Fool. As ye see sir, Homebred and handsome, we cut not out our clothes sir At half sword as your Tailors do, and pink 'em With Pikes and Partisans, we live retired sir Gentlemen like, and jealous of our honours. Chi. Very fine Fool, and fine Boy, Peace plays with you As the wind plays with feathers, dances ye You grind with all gusts gallants. Page. We can bounce sir, When you Soldados bend i'th' hams, and frisk too. Fool. When twenty of your trip-coats turn their tippets, And your cold salads without salt or vinegar By wambling in your stomachs, hemp and hobnails Will bear no price now, hanging and old harness Are like to overrun us. Pa. Whores and hot houses. Foole. Surgeons and Syringes ring out your sance-bells. Page. Your Jubilee, your Jubilee. Foole. Proh Deum. How our St. George's will bestride the Dragons The red and ramping Dragons. Page. Advanced fool. Foole. But then the sting i'th' tail boy. Page. Tanto melior. For so much the more danger, the more honour. Chi. You're very pleasant with our occupation Gent. Which very like amongst these fiery Serpents May light upon a Blind-worm of your blood, A Mother or a Sister. Foole. Mine's past saddle You should be sure of her else: but say Sir Huon Now the Drums dubs, & the sticks turned bed-staves, All the old Foxes hunted to their holes, The Iron age returned to Eribus, And Honorificabilitudinitatibus Thrust out o'th' Kingdom by the head and shoulders, What trade do you mean to follow. Chi. That's a question. Foole. Yes and a learned question if ye mark it, Consider and say on. Chi. Fooling as thou dost, that's the best trade I take it. Foole. Take it straight then For fear your fellows be before ye, hark ye Lieutenant Foolings the thing, the thing worth all your fightings, When all's done ye must fool sir. Chi. Well, I must then. Foole. But do you know what fooling is; true fooling The circumstances that belong unto it, For every idle knave that shows his teeth Wants and would live can Juggle tumble, fiddle, Make a dog face, or can abuse his fellow, Is not a fool at first dash, you shall find sir Strange turnings in this trade; to fool is nothing As fooling has been but to fool the fair way, The new way, as the best men fool their friends, For all men get by fooling merely fooling, Desert does nothing valiant, wise, virtuous, Are things that walk by without bread or breeches, Chi. I partly credit that. Foole. Fine wits, fine wits sir, There's the young Boy, he does well in his way too, He could not live else in his Master's absence; He ties a Lady's garters so, so, prettily, Say his hand slip, but say so. Chi. Why let it slip then. Foole. 'Tis ten to one the body shall come after, And he that works deserves his wages. Chi. That's true. Foole. He riddles finely to a waiting Gentlewoman Expounds dreams like a Prophet, dreams himself too, And wishes all dreams true; they cry Amen, And there's a Memorandum: he can sing too Bawdy enough to please old Ladies: he lies rarely, Pawns ye a suit of clothes at all points, fully, Can pick a pocket if ye please, or casket; Lisps when he lists to catch a Chambermaid, And calls his Hostess mother, these are things now, If a man mean to live, to fight and swagger, Beaten about the Ears with bawling sheepskins, Cut to the soul for Summer: here an arm lost, And there a leg; his honourable head Sealed up in salves and searcloths, like a packet, And so sent over to an Hospital, stand there, charge there, Swear there, whore there, dead there, And all this sport for cheese, and chines of dog-flesh, And money when two Wednesdays meet together, Where to be lousy is a Gentleman, And he that wears a clean shirt has his on. Chi. I'll be your scholar, come if I like fooling. Foole. You cannot choose but like it, fight you one day I'll fool another, when your Surgeons paid, And all your leaks stopped, see whose slops are heaviest, I'll have a shilling for a can of wine, When you shall have two Sergeants for a counter. Boy. Come learn of us Lieutenant, hang your Iron up, we'll find you cooler wars. Chi. Come let's together, I'll see your tricks, and as I like 'em.— Exeunt. Enter Memnon Eumenes and Captains. Mem. Why was there not such women in the camp then Prepared to make me know 'em. Eum. 'Twas no place sir. 1. Capt. Why should they live in Tumults: they are creatures Soft and of sober natures. Mem. Could not your wives, Your mothers, or your sisters have been sent for To exercise upon. Eume. We thank your Lordship. 2. Cap. But do you mean? Mem. I do mean. 2 Cap. What sir? Mem. To see her, And see thee hanged too, and thou anger'st me, And thousands of your throats cut, get ye from me Ye keep a prating of your points of manners, And fill my head with lousy circumstances, Better have Ballets in 't your courtly worships, How to put off my hat, you how to turn me, And you forsooth to blow my nose discreetly; Let me alone, for I will love her, see her, Talk to her, and mine own way. Eume. she's the Princess. Mem. Why let her be the devil, I have spoke, When Thunder durst not check me, I must love, I know she was a thing kept for me. Eume. And I know sir, Though she were born yours, yet your strange behaviour And want. Mem. Thou liest. Eum. I do not. Mem. Ha! Eume. I do not lie sir, I say you want fair language, nay 'tis certain You cannot say good morrow. Mem. Ye Dog-whelps, The proudest of your prating tongues. Eume. Do kill us, Kill us for telling truth, for my part General I would not live to see men make a may-game Of him I have made a Master, kill us quickly, Than ye may. Mem. What? Eume. Do what you list, draw your sword childishly Upon your servants that are bound to tell ye I am weary of my life. 1 Capt. And I. 2 Capt. And all sir. Eume. Go to the Princess make her sport, cry to her I am the glorious man of war. Mem. Pray ye leave me, I am sorry I was angry, I'll think better, Pray no more words. Eume. Good sir. Mem. Nay then. 2 Capt. We are gone sir. Exeunt Eume. & Captains. Ent. Princess Calist. Lucippe, Cleanthe. Calis. How came he hither, see for heaven's sake wenches, What faces, and what postures he puts on, Mem. walks aside full of strange gestures. I do not think he is perfect. Cle. If your love Have not betrayed his little wits, he's well enough. As well as he will be. Cal. Mark how he Muses. Lucip. Has a Battalia now in's brains, he draws out now Have at ye Harpers. Cle. See, see, there the fire fails. Lucip. Look what an Alphabet of faces he runs through, Cle. O love, love, how amorously thou look'st In an old rusty armour. Cal. I'll away, for by my troth I fear him. Lucip. Fear the God's Madam, And never care what man can do, this fellow With all his frights about him and his furies, His larums and his Lances, Swords and Targets, Nay case him up in armour Cap-a-pe, Yet durst I undertake within two hours, If he durst charge to give him such a shake Should shake his valour off, and make his shanks too Cle. For shame no more. Calis. He muses still. Cle. The Devil. Why should this old dried timber chopped with thunder. Cal. Old wood burns quickest. Lucip. Out you would say Madam, Give me a green stick that may hold me heat And smoke me soundly too: 'a turns, and sees ye. Cle. There's no avoiding now, have at ye. Memnon comes to her. Mem. Lady, The more I look upon ye. Stays her. Cle. The more you may sir. Cal. Let him alone. Mem. I would desire your patience The more I say I look, the more Stays her. Lucip. My Fortune 'Tis very apt Sir Mem. Women let my fortune And me alone I wish ye, pray come this way And stand you still there Lady Cal. Leave the words Sir, and leap into the meaning Mem. Then again. I tell you I do love ye Cal. Why Mem. No questions: pray no more questions. I do love you. Infinitely, why do you smile. Am I ridiculous Cal. I am monstrous fearful, no I joy you love me Mem. joy on then and be proud on't, I do love ye, Stand still do not trouble me you Women. He loves you Lady at whose feet has kneeled Princes to beg their freedoms, he whose valour Has over run whole Kingdoms Cal. That makes me doubt Sir 'Twill over run me to Mem. He whose Sword Cle. Talk not so big Sir, you will fright the Princess. Mem. Ha. Lucip. No forsooth Cal. I know ye have done wonders. Mem. I have and will do more and greater braver. And for your beauty miracles, name that kingdom And talk your choice: Cal. Sir I am not ambitious Mem. Ye shallbe, 'tis the child of glory: she that I love Whom my desires shall magnify time stories And all the Empire of the Earth: Cle. I would fain ask him. Lucip. Prithee be quiet, he will beat us both else. Cle. What will ye make me then Sir Mem. I will make thee Stand still and hold thy peace, I have a heart Lady Cal. Ye were a monster else Mem. A loving heart A truly loving heart: Cal. Alas how came it Mem. I would you had it in your hand sweet Lady To see the truth it bears ye: Cal. Do you give it. Lucip. That was well thought upon: Cle. 'Twill put him too't wench; Cal. And you shall see I dare accept it Sir take't in my hand and view it: if I find it A loving and a sweet heart as you call it I am bound, I am Mem. No more I'll send it to ye As I have honour in me you shall have it Cle. Handsomely done Sir, and perfumed by all means The weathers warm Sir Mem. With all circumstance Lucip. A napkin wrought most curiously; Mem. Divinely Cle. Put in a goblet of pure gold Mem. Yes in jacynth That she may see the spirits through Lucip. Ye have greased him For chewing love again in haste Cle. If he should do it Cal. If Heaven should fall we should have larks, he do Cle. See how he thinks upon't Cal. He will think these three years Ere he prove such an ass, I liked his offer There was no other way to put him of else. Mem. I will do it Lady expect my heart Cal. I do Sir: Mem. Love it and so I leave ye. Ex. Mem. Cle. Either he is stark mad Or else I think he means it Cal. He must be stark mad Or he will never do it, 'tis vain glory And want of judgement that provokes this in him Sleep and society cures all his heart No no good Gentleman there's more belongs too't Hearts are at higher prizes, let's go in And there examine him a little better. Shut all the doors behind for fear he follow I hope I have lost a lover, and am glad on't. Exit. Lady. Finis Actus Primi. Actus Secundus. Scaena Prima. Enter Memnon alone. Mem. 'Tis but to die, dogs do it, ducks with dabbling, Birds sing away their souls, and babies sleep 'em, Why do I talk of that is treble vantage, For in the other world she is bound to have me, Her Princely word is past: my great desert too Will draw her to come after presently 'Tis justice, and the gods must see it done too Besides no Brother, Father, kindred there Can hinder us, all languages are a like too There love is everlasting, ever young Free from diseases, ages, jealousies. Bawds, beldames, painters, purgers, die, 'tis nothing Men drown themselves for joy to draw in Juleps When they are hot with wine, In dreams we do it, And many a handsome wench that loves the sport well Gives up her soul so in her lover's bosom, But I must be incised first, cut and opened My heart and handsomely ta'en from me, stay there Dead once stay, let me think again, who do I know there For else to wander up and down unwaited on And unregarded in my place and project Is for a sowter's soul, not an old Soldiers. My brave old Regiments: I there it goes That have been killed before me, right, Enter Chilax. Chil. Is here, and I must trouble him. Mem. Then those I have conquered To make my train full: Chi. Sir Mem. My Captains then: Chi. Sir I beseech ye Mem. For to meet her there Being a Princess and a king's sole Sister With great accommodation must be cared for Chi. Weigh but the soldier's poverty Mem. Mine own troop first For they shall die: Chi. How what's this Mem. Next: Chi. Shall I speak louder Sir Mem. A square Battalia: hi. You do not think of us. Mem. Their Armours guilded: Chi. Good noble Sir Mem. And round about such Engines Shall make hell shake: Chi. Ye do not mock me Mem. For Sir I will be strange as brave Chi. Ye may consider You know we have served you long enough Mem. No Soldier That ever landed on the blessed Elysium Did or shall march, as I will Chi. Would ye would march Sir Up to the King and get us Mem. King nor Keiser Shall equal me in that world Chi. What a devil ails he Mem. Next the rare beauties of those towns I fired Chi. I speak of money Sir: Mem. Ten thousand Coaches Chi. O pounds Sir, pounds I beseech your Lordship Let Coaches run out of your remembrance Mem. In which the wanton Cupids; and the graces Drawn with the Western winds kindling desires, And then our Poets. Chi. Then our pay Mem. For Chilax when the triumph comes; the Princess Then for I will have a Heaven made Chi. Bless your Lordship I Stand still Sir Mem. So I do and in it Chi. Death Sir You talk you know not what Mem. Such rare devices: Make me I say a Heaven Chi. I say so too Sir Mem. For here shall run a Constellation Chi. And there a pissing Conduit Mem. Ha! Chi. With wine Sir Mem. A Sun there in his height, there such a planet Chi. But where's our money where runs that Mem. Ha? Chi. Money Money an't like your Lordship Mem. Why all the carriage, shall come behind the stuff Rich hangings, treasure Or say we have none Chi. I may say so truly For hang me if I have a groat: I have served well And like an honest man: I see no reason Mem. Thou must needs die good Chilax Chi. Very well Sir Mem. I will have honest, valiant souls about me I cannot miss thee Chi. Die? Mem. Yes die, and Pelius Eumenes and Polybius: I shall think Of more within these two hours Chi. Die Sir? Mem. I Sir And ye shall die Chi. When I beseech your Lordship Mem. Tomorrow see ye do die Chi. A short warning, Troth Sir I am ill prepared Mem. I die myself then Beside there's reason Chi. Oh! Mem. I pray thee tell me For thou art a great dreamer Chi. I can dream Sir If I eat well and sleep well Mem. Was it never By dream or apparition opened to thee? Chi. he's mad Mem. What the other world was, or Elysium? Didst never travel in thy sleep? Chi. To Taverns When I was drunk o'er night: or to a wench there's an Elysium for ye, a young Lady Wrapped round about ye like a snake: is that it? Or if that strange Elysium that you talk of Be where the Devil is, I have dreamt of him And that I have had him by the horns, and rid him He trots the Dagger out o'th' sheath Mem. Elysium, The blessed fields, man Chi. I know no fields blessed, but those I have gained by I have dreamed I have been in Heaven too Mem. There, handle that place; that's Elysium Chi. Brave singing, and brave dancing And rare things Mem. All full of flowers Chi. And Pot herbs Mem. Bowers for lovers And everlasting ages of delight Chi. I slept not so far Mem. Meet me on those banks Some two days hence Chi. In dream Sir Mem. No in death Sir And there I muster all, and pay the Soldier Away, no more, no more Chi. God keep your Lordship This is fine dancing for us Enter Syphax. Syphax. where's the General Chi. there's the old sign of Memnon, where the soul is You may go look as I have Si. What's the matter Chi. Why question him and see; he talks of Devils Hells, Heavens, Princes, powers, and Potentates, You must toth' pot too Si. How? Chi. Do you know Elysium a tale he talks the wild goose chase of Si. Elysium? I have red of such a place. Chi. Then get he to him Ye are as fine company as can be fitted. Exit Chilax. Your worships fairly met Si. Mercy upon us, What ails this Gentleman? Mem. Provision Si. How his head works. Mem. Between two ribs If he cut short or mangle me; I'll take him And twirl his neck about Si. Now Gods defend us Mem. In a pure cup transparent with a writing To signify Si. I never knew him thus Sure is bewitched, or poisoned; Mem, whose's there Si. I Sir Mem. Come hither Syphax Si. Yes; how does your Lordship Mem. Well God a mercy Soldier, very well But prithee tell me Si. Any thing I can Sir Mem. What durst thou do to gain the rarest beauty The World has Si. That the world has? 'tis worth doing Mem. Is it so? but what doing bears it? Si. Why any thing, all dangers it appears to Mem. Name some of those things; do Si. I would undertake Sir A voyage round about the World Mem. Short Syphax, A merchant does it to spice pots of ale Si. I wooed swim in armour Mem. Short still: a poor Jade Laden will take a stream and stem it strongly To leap a Mare Si. The plague I durst Mem. Still shorter I'll cure it with an Onion Si. surfeits Mem. Short still They are often Physics for our healths and help us. Si. I wooed stand a breach Mem. Thine honour bids thee Soldier 'Tis shame to find a second cause Si. I durst Sir Fight with the fellest Monster Mem. That's the poorest, Man was ordained their Master; durst ye die Sir? Si. How? die my Lord! Mem. Die Syphax: take thy sword And come by that door to her; there's a prize To buy a lusty love at Si. I am well content Sir To prove no purchaser Mem. Away thou world worm, Thou win a matchless beauty? Si. 'Tis to loos't Sir For being dead where's the reward I reach at, The love I labour for? Mem. There it begins fool Thou art merely cozened; for the loves we now know Are but the heats of half an hour; and hated Desires stirred up by nature to increase her Licking of one another to a lust; Course and base appetites earth's mere inheritors And heirs of Idleness and blood; Pure Love That that the soul affects and cannot purchase While she is laden with our flesh, that love Sir Which is the price of honour dwells not here, Your lady's eyes are lampless to that virtue, That beauty smiles not on a cheek washed over, Nor scents the sweets of Ambers; below, Syphax Below us, in the other Word, Elysium, where's no more dying, no despairing, mourning, Where all desires are full, deserts down laden, There Syphax, there, where loves are ever living, Si. Why do we love in this World then? Mem. To preserve it, The maker lost his work else: but mark Syphax, What issues that love bears. Si. Why Children Sir; I never heard him talk thus; thus divinely And sensible before Mem. It does so, Syphax, Things like ourselves, as sensual vain unvented Bubbles and breath of airs, got with an itching As blisters are; and bred, as much corruption Flows from their lives, sorrow conceives and shapes 'em And oftentimes the deaths of those we love most The breeders bring them to the World to curse 'em, Crying they weep amongst us like young cats, Cares and continual crosses keeping with 'em, They make time old to tend them and experience An ass they alter so; they grow and goodly 'Ere we can turn our thoughts, like drops of water They fall into the main, and known no more; This is the love of this world: I must tell thee For thou art understanding Si. What you please Sir Mem. And as a faithful man Nay I dare trust thee I love the Princess Si. There 'tis that has fired him I knew he had some inspiration But does she know it Sir? Mem. Yes marry does she I have given my heart unto her Si. If ye love her Mem. Nay understand me, my heart taken from me Out of my body man and so brought to her How lik'st thou that brave offer? there's the love I told thee of; and after death the living; She must in justice, come boy, ha? Si. Your heart Sir? Mem. ay, so by all means Syphax Si. He loves roast well That eats the spit Mem. And since thou art come thus fitly I'll do it presently and thou shall carry it For thou canst tell a story and describe it And I conjure thee Syphax by thy gentry Next by the glorious battles we have fought in By all the dangers, wounds, heats, colds, distresses, Thy love next and obedience, nay thy life Si. But one thing first Sir, if she pleased to grant it Could ye not love her here and live, consider Mem. Ha? yes I think I could Si. 'Twould be far nearer Besides the sweets here, would induce the last love And link it in Mem. Thou sayest right, but our ranks here And bloods are bars between us, she must stand off too As I perceive she does Si. Desert and duty Makes even all Sir Mem. Then the King, though I Have merited as much as man can; must not let her, So many Princes covetous of beauty; I wooed with all my heart but 'tis impossible Si. Why say she marry after Mem. No she dare not The Gods dare not do ill: come Si. Do you mean it Mem. Lend me thy knife, and help me of Si. For heaven's sake Be not so stupid mad dear General. Mem. Dispatch, I say. Si. As ye love that ye look for Heaven and the blessed life. Mem. Hell take thee Coxcomb, Why dost thou keep me from it; thy knife, I say. Si. Do but this one thing, on my knees I beg it, Stay but two hours till I return again, For I will to her, tell her all your merits, Your most valued love, and last your danger; If she relent, then live still, and live loving, Happy, and high in favour: if she frown; Mem. Shall I be sure to know it. Si. As I live Sir, My quick return shall either bring ye fortune, Or leave you to your own fate. Mem. Two hours? Si. Yes, Sir. Mem. Let it be kept, away, I will expect it. Exeunt Memnon Syphax. Enter Chilax, Fool and Page. Chi. You dainty wits two, an ye to a Cater, To cheat him of a dinner. Boy. Ten at Court sir Are few enough, they are as wise as we are. Chi. Hang ye, I'll eat at any time: and anywhere I never make that part of want, preach to me What ye can do, and when ye list. Foole. Your patience, 'Tis a hard day at Court, a fish day. Chi. So it seems sir, The fins grow out of thy face. Foole. And to purchase This day the company of one dear Custard, Or a mess of Rice ap Thomas, needs a main wit; Beef we can bear before us lined with Brews And tubs of Pork; vociferating Veals, And tongues that ne'er told lie yet. Chi. Line thy mouth with 'em Foole. Thou hast need, and great need, For these finny fish-days, The Officers understandings are so phlegmatic, They cannot apprehend us. Chi. That's great pity, For you deserve it, and being apprehended The whip to boot; Boy what do you so near me, I dare not trust your touch boy. Enter Stremon and his Boy Ed. Hor. Boy. As I am virtuous What, thieves among ourselves? Chy. Stremon. Stre. Lieutenant. Chi. Welcome ashore, ashore. Foole. What Monsieur, Music? Stre. My fine Fool. Boy. Fellow Crack, why what a consort Are we now blessed withal? Foole. Fooling and fiddling Nay and we live not now boys; what new songs sirrah. Stre. A thousand man, a thousand. Foole. Itching airs Alluding to the old sport. Stre. Of all sizes. Fool. And how does small Tim Treble here; the heart on't. Boy. 2. To do you service. Fool. O Tim the times, the times Tim. Stre. How does the General, And next what moneys stirring? Chy. For the General Is here, but such a General The times changed Stremon, He was the liberal General, and the loving, The feeder of a Soldier, and the father, But now become the stupidest. Stre. Why, what ails he. Chi. Nay, if a horse knew, and his head's big enough I'll hang for't; didst thou ever see a dog Run mad o'th' toothache, such another toy Is he now so, 'a gloats and grins, and bites. Fool. Why hang him quickly, And then he cannot hurt folks. Chi. One hour raving, Another smiling, not a word the third hour, I tell thee Stremon has a stirring soul, whatever it attempts or labours at Would wear out twenty bodies in another. Fool. I'll keep it out of me, for mine's but buckram, He would bounce that out in two hours. Chi. Then he talks The strangest and the maddest stuff from reason, Or any thing ye offer; stand thou there, I'll show thee how he is, for I'll play Memnon The strangest General that ere thou heardst of Stremon. Stre. My Lord. Chi. Go presently and find me A black horse with a blue tail; bid the blank Cornet Charge through the Sea, and sink the Navy: softly, Our souls are things not to be wakened in us With larums, and loud bawlings, for in Elysium Stillness and quietness, and sweetness, sirrah, I will have, for it much concerns mine honour, Such a strong reputation for my welcome As all the world shall say: for in the forefront So many on white Unicorns, next them My gentlemen, my Cavaliers and Captains, Ten deep and trapped with tenterhooks to take hold Of all occasions: for Friday cannot fish out The end I aim at; tell me of Diocles, And what he dare do, dare he meet me naked Thunder in this hand, in his left? Fool? Foole. Yes Sir. Chi. Fool, I would have thee fly i'th' air fly swiftly To that place where the Sun sets, there deliver. Foole. Deliver? what sir? Chi. This sir, this ye slave sir, All laugh. Death ye rude rogues, ye Scarabs. Foole. Hold for heavens' sake Lieutenant, sweet Lieutenant. Chi. I have done sir. Boy. You have wrung his neck off. Chi. No Boy, 'tis the nature Of this strange passion when't hits to hale people Along by th'hair, to kick 'em, break their heads: Foole. Do ye call this Acting, was your part to beat me. Chi. Yes, I must act all that he does. Foole. Plague act ye, I'll act no more. Stre. 'Tis but to show man. Foole. Then man He should have showed it only, and not done it, I am sure he beat me beyond Action, gouts a your heavy fist. Chi. I'll have thee to him, Thou hast a fine wit, fine fool, and canst play rarely. He'll hug thee, boy, and stroke thee, Foole. I'll to the stocks first, 'Ere I be stroked thus. Strem. But how came he Chilax? Chi. I know not that, Strem. I'll to him Chi. He loves thee well, And much delights to hear thee sing; much taken He has been with thy battle songs. Strem. If Music, Can find his madness; I'll so fiddle o' him, That out it shall byth' shoulders, Chi. My fine fiddler, He'll firk you and ye take not heed too: 'twill be rare sport To see his own trade triumph over him; His Lute laced to his head, for creeping hedges; For money there's none stirring; try good Stremon Now what your silver sound can do; our voices Are but vain Echoes, Strem. Something shall be done Shall make him understand all; let's toth' Tavern, I have some few Crowns left yet: my whistle wet once I'll pipe him such a pavane- Chi. Hold thy head up, je cure it with a quart of wine; Come Coxcomb; Come boy take heed of napkins. Foole. you'd no more acting? Chi. No more Chicken; Foole. Go then. Exeunt omnes. Enter Syphax at one Door, and a Gentleman at another. Si. God save you sir; pray how might I see the Princess Gent. Why very fitly sir she's even now ready, To wake out this way intoth' park; stand there, Ye cannot miss her sight, sir, Syphax. I much thank ye. Exit Gentleman. Enter Calis Lucippe, Cleanthe. Cal. Let's have a care, for I'll assure ye wenches I would not meet him willingly again; For though I do not fear him, yet his fashion I wood not be acquainted much with. Clean. Gentle Lady, Ye need not fear the walks are viewed and empty, But my thinks Madam this kind heart of his— Lucip. Is slow a coming. Si. Keep me ye blessed Angels, What killing power is this? Cal. Why dost thou look for't? Dost think he spoke in earnest? Lucip. My thinks Madam, A Gentleman should keep his word; and to a Lady A Lady of your excellencies; Cal. Out fool! Send me his heart? what should we do wilt? dance it? Lucip. Dry it and drink it for the worms. Calis. whose's that? What man stands there? Clean. Where? Cal. There. Clean. A Gentleman, Which I beseech your grace to honour so much, As know him for your servant's brother. Cal. Syphax? Clean. The same an't please your grace; what does he here? Upon what business and I ignorant? Cal. he's grown a handsome Gentleman; good Syphax welcome from the wars; would ye with us sir? Pray speak your will: a blushes, be not fearful, I can assure ye for your sister's sake sir, there's my hand on it. Clean. Do you hear Sir? Cal. Sure these Soldiers, Are all grown senseless, Clean. Do ye know where ye are sir? Calis. Tongue-tied, He looks not well too, by my life, I think; Clean. Speak, for shame speak. Lucip. A man would speak— Cal. These Soldiers, Are all dumb Saints: Consider and take time sir, Let's forward wenches come, his palates down. Lucip. Dare these men charge i'th' face of fire and bullets? And hang there heads down at a handsome Woman? Good master Mars that 's a soul fault. Exit Princess, Lucippe. Clean. Fie beast, No more my brother. Siph. Sister, honoured Sister, Clean. Dishonoured fool, Si. I do confess, Cle. Fie on thee, Si. But stay till I deliver, Cle. Let me go, I am a shame to own thee, Si. Fare ye well then, Ye must ne'er see me more, Clean. Why stay dear Syphax, My anger's past; I will hear ye speak Si. O Sister, Clean. Out with it Man, Si. O I have drunk my mischief, Cle. Ha? what? Si. My destruction. In at mine eyes I have drunk it; O the Princess, The rare sweet Princess! Clean. How fool? the rare Princess? Was it the Princess that thou saidst? Si. The Princess, Clean. Thou dost not love her sure, thou dar'st not. Si. Yes by heaven, Clean. Yes by Heaven? I know thou dar'st not, The Princess? 'tis thy life the knowledge of it, Presumption that will draw into it all thy kindred, And leave 'em slaves and succourless; the Princess? Why she's a sacred thing to see and worship, Fixed from us as the Sun is high and glorious, To be adored not doted on; desire things possible, Thou foolish young man, nourish not a hope, Will hail thy heart out. Si. 'Tis my destiny, And I know both disgrace and death will quit it, If it be known Clean. Pursue it not then Syphax Get thee good wholesome thoughts may nourish thee. Go home and pray Sy. I cannot Clean. Sleep then Syphax. And dream away thy doting. Sy. I must have her Or you no more your brother; work Cleanthe, Work, and work speedily, or I shall die wench. Clean. Die then, I dare forget; farewell Syp. Farewell Sister. Farewell for ever, see me buried. Clean. Stay. Pray stay? he's all my brothers: no way Syphax. No other Woman, Sy. None, none, she or sinking. Clean. Go and hope well, my life I'll venture for thee And all my art, a Woman may work miracles; No more, pray heartily against my fortunes, For much I fear a main one. Syphax. I shall do it. Exeunt. Finis Actus Secundi. Actus Tertius. Scaena Prima. Enter a Priest of Venus and a Boy. Pr. Find him by any means; and good child tell him He has forgot his old friend, give him this, And say this night without excuse or business As ever he may find a friend, come to me, He knows the way and how, begone. Boy. I gallop. Exit Boy. Clean. I have been looking you; Pr. The fair Cleanthe, What may your business be? Clean. O holy Mother Such business of such strange wait, now or never. As ye have loved me, as ye do or may do, When I shall find a fit time. Pr. If by my means Your business may be fitted; ye know me, And how I am tied unto you; be bold daughter To build your best hopes, Clean. O but 'tis a strange one Stuck with as many dangers- Pr. there's the working, Small things perform themselves and give no pleasures; Be confident through death I'll serve. Clean Here. Pr. Fie no corruption Clean. Take it; 'tis yours, Be not so spiced, 'tis good gold And goodness is no gall toth' conscience, I know you have ways to vent it: ye may hold it Pr. I'll keep it for ye; when? Clean. Tomorrow morning I'll visit ye again; and when occasion Offers itself- Pr. Instruct me, and have at ye- Clean. Farewell till then; be sure. Pr. As your own thoughts, Lady. Clean. 'Tis a main work and full of fear. Pr. fools only Exit Cle. Make their effects seem fearful: farewell daughter. This gold was well got for my old tough Soldier Now I shall be his sweet again; what business Is this she has a foot? some lusty lover Beyond her line, the young wench would fain piddle A little to revive her, must be thought of, 'Tis even so; she must have it; but how by my means A devil can she drive it? I that wait still Before the Goddess giving Oracle How can I profit her? 'tis her own project, And if she cast it false her own fault be it. Exit. Priest. Enter Polidor Eumenes Captains, Stremon. Pol. Why this is utter madness Eumen. Thus it is Sir Pol. Only the Princess sight? 1. Cap. All we can judge at; Poli. This must be looked to timely. Eumen. Yes and wisely; Pol. He does not offer at his life Eumen. not yet sir That we can hear of Pol. Noble Gentlemen; Let me entreat your watches over him. Ye cannot do a worthier work. 2. Cap. We came Sir Provided for that service? Pol. Where is Chilax? Strem. A little busy Sir? Pol. Is the fool and boy here. Strem. They are Sir, Enter Memnon. Pol. Let 'em be still so; and as they find his humors Eumen. Now ye may behold him Pol. Stand close and work no noise; By his eyes now, Gentlemen, I guess him full of anger Eumen. Be not seen there Mem. The hour's passed long ago, he's false and fearful, Coward go with thy catine soul, thou our dog. Thou cold clod, wild fire warm thee, monstrous fearful, I know the slave shakes but to think on't. Pol. whose's that? Eumen. I know not Sir. Mem. But I shall catch ye rascal, Your mangy soul is not immortal here Sir, Ye must die, and we must meet; we must, maggot, Be sure we must, for not a nook of hell, Not the most horrid pit shall harbour thee. The devil's tail shall hide thee, but I'll have thee, And how I'll use thee, whips and firebrands Toasting thy tail against a flame of wild fire, And basting it with brimstone, shall be nothing, Nothing at all; I'll reach ye to be treacherous; Was never slave so swinged since hell was hell As I will swinge thy slave's soul: and be sure on't. Pol. Is this imagination, or some circumstance For 'tis extreme strange. Eumen. So is all he does Sir Mem. Till then I'll leave ye? whose's there? where's the Surgeon. Demagoras. Enter Surgeon. Dem. My Lord, Mem. Bring the Surgeon. And wait you too. Enter Surgeon. Poli. What wood ye with a Surgeon Eume. Things mustering in his head: pray mark Mem. Come hither. Have you brought your Instruments. Sur. They are within Sir, Mem. Put to the doors a while there; ye can incise To a hair's breadth without defacing; Sur. Yes sir. Mem. And take out fairly from the flesh; Sur. The least thing. Mem. Well, come hither then; take off my doublet, for look ye Surgeon, I must have ye cut My Heart out here, and handsomely: Nay, stare not, Nor do not start; I'll cut your throat else Surgeon, Come swear to do it. Surg. Good sir— Mem. Sirrah, hold him, I'll have but one blow at his head. Sur. I'll do it, Why what should we do living after you sir? we'll die before if ye please. Mem. No, No. Surg. Living? hang living, Is there ne'er a Cat hole where I may creep through? Wooed I were in the Indies. Mem. Swear then, and after my death presently To kill yourselves and follow, as ye are honest, As ye have faiths and loves to me. Dema. we'll do it. Eumen. Pray do not stir yet, we are near enough To run between all dangers. Mem. Here I am sir; Come look upon me, view the best way boldly, Fear nothing but cut home; if your hand shake sirrah, Or any way deface my heart i'th' cutting, Make the least scratch upon it, but draw it whole, Excellent fair, showing at all points, Surgeon, The honour and the valour of the owner, Mixed with the most immaculate love I send it, Look too't, I'll slice thee to the soul. Sur. ne'er fear sir, I'll do it daintily; would I were out once. Mem. I will not have ye smile sirrah when ye do it, As though ye cut a Lady's corn; 'tis scurvy; Do me it as thou dost thy prayers, seriously. Sur. I'll do it in a dump sir. Mem. In a dog sir, I'll have no dumps, nor dumplings: fetch your tools, And then I'll tell ye more. Sur. If I return To hear more I'll be hanged for't. Mem. Quick, quick. Dema. Yes sir, With all the heels we have, Exeunt Surgeon. Demagoras. Eumen. Yet stand. Poli. he'll do it. Eumen. He cannot and we here. Mem. Why when ye rascals, Ye dull slaves: will ye come sir? Surgeon, Serring, Dogleach, shall I come fetch ye? Poli. Now I'll to him, God save ye honoured brother Mem. My dear Polidor, Welcome from travel welcome; and how do ye? Pol. Well sir, would you were so. Mem. I am, I thank ye, You are a bettered man much, I the same still, An old rude Soldier, sir. Pol. Pray be plain brother, And tell me but the meaning of this vision, For to me it appears no more: so far From common course and reason. Mem. Thank thee Fortune, At length I have found the man: the man must do it, The man in honour bound. Pol. To do what? Mem. Hark, for I will bless ye with the circumstance Of that weak shadow that appeared. Pol. Speak on sir. Walks with him. Mem. It is no story for all ears. Pol. The Princess? Mem. Peace and hear all: how: Eumen. Sure 'tis dangerous He starts so at it, Pol. Your heart, do ye know sir? Mem. Yes, pray thee be softer. Pol. Me to do it? Mem. Only Reserved, and dedicated. Pol. For shame brother Know, what, ye are, a man. Mem. None of your Athens Good sweet sir, no Philosophy, thou feel'st not The honourable end, fool. Pol. I am sure I feel The shame & scorn that follows; have ye served thus long The glory of your Country, in your Conquests, The envy of your neighbours, in your virtues, Ruled Armies of your own, given Laws to Nations, Beloved and feared as far as Fame has travelled, Called the most fortunate and happy Memnon, To lose all here at home, poorly to lose it, Poorly and pettishly, ridiculously To fling away your fortune? where's your wisdom? Where's that you governed others by, discretion? does your Rule lastly hold upon yourself? fie brother, How are ye fall'n? get up into your honour The top branch of your bravery, and from thence Look and lament how little Memnon seems now. Mem. Hum! 'tis well spoken; but dost thou think, young scholar The tongues of Angels from my happiness Could turn the end I aim at? no: they cannot; This is no book case brother: will ye do it? Use no more art, I am resolved. Pol. Ye may, sir Command me to do any thing that's honest, And for your noble end: but this it carries. Mem. Ye shall not be so honoured; live an Ass still, And learn to spell for profit: go, go study. Eumen. Ye must not hold him up so, he is lost then. Mem. Get thee to school again, and talk of turnips, And find the natural cause out, why a dog Turns thrice about e'er he lie down: there's learning. Pol. Come, I will do it now; 'tis brave, I find it, And now allow the reason. Mem. O do ye so sir, Do ye find it currant? Pol. Yes, yes, excellent. Mem. I told ye. Pol. I was foolish: I have here too The rarest way to find the truth out; hark ye, Ye shall be ruled by me. Mem. I will be: but— Po. I reach it, If the worst fall, have at the worst: we'll both go But two days, and 'tis thus; ha? Mem. 'Twill do well so Pol. Then if not excellent, do ye conceive it Mem. 'Twill work for certain A bowl ready. Pol. O 'twill tickle her And you shall know then by a line Mem. I like it But let me not be fooled again Pol. Doubt nothing You do me wrong then, get ye in there private As I have taught ye; Basta Mem. Work (Exit Memnon.) Pol. I will do Eumen. Have ye found the cause Pol. Yes, and the strangest, Gentlemen, That ere I heard of, anon I'll tell ye; Stremon Be you still near him to affect his fancy And keep his thoughts off: Let the Fool and Boy Stay him, they may do some pleasure too; Eumenes What if he had a wench, an handsome whore brought Rarely dressed up, and taught to state it? Eumen. Well Sir Pol. His cause is merely heat: and made believe It were the Princess mad for him, Eumen. I think 'Twere not amiss. 1 Cap. And let him kiss her Pol. What else? 2 Cap. I'll be his bawd an't please you, young and wholesome I can assure ye he shall have Eumen. Faith let him Pol. A shall, I hope 'twill help him, walk a little I'll tell you how his case stands, and my project In which you must be mourners, but by all means Stir not you from him: Stremon. Strem. On our Lives Sir Exeunt. Enter Priest and Chilax. Priest. O you're a precious Man; two days in town And never see your old friend? Chi. prithee pardon me Pr. And in my conscience if I had not sent Chi. No more I would ha' come; I must Pr. I find ye God a mercy want ye never care for me But when your slops are empty Chi. ne'er fear that wench Shall find good currant coin still; is this the old house? Pr. Have ye forgot it? Chi. And the door still standing That goes into the Temple? Pr. Still. Chi. The Robes to, That I was wont to shift in here? Pr. All here still. Chi. O ye tough rogue what troubles have I trotted through? What fears and frights, every poor mouse a monster That I heard stir, and every stick I trod on A sharp sting to my conscience Pr. 'las poor conscience, Chi. And all to liquour thy old boots wench Pr. Out beast! Chi. To new carine thy carcase, that's the truth on't How does thy keel? does it need nailing? a t'other When all thy linen's up: and a more yare? Pr. Fie Fie Sir Chi. ne'er stemmed the straits? Pr. How you talk? Chi. I am old wench, And talking to an old Man is like a stomacher It keeps his blood warm Pr. But; pray tell me Chi. Any thing Pr. Where did the boy meet with ye, at a wench sure, At one end of a wench, a Cup of wine sure Chi. Thou know'st I am too honest Priest. That's your fault And that the Surgeon knows Chi. Then farewell I will not fail ye soon Priest. Ye shall stay Supper I have sworn ye shall, by this ye shall Chi. I will wench, But after Supper for an hour, my business Pr. And but an hour Chi. No by this kiss, that ended I will return and all night in thine Arms wench Pr. No more, I'll take your meaning; come 'tis Supper time Exeunt. Enter Calis, Cleanthe, Lucippe. Calis. Thou art not well Clean. Your grace sees more a great deal Than I feel (yet I lie) o brother. Cal. Mark her, Is not the quickness of her eye consumed, wench? The lively red and white? Lucip. Nay she is much altered That on my understanding, all her sleep's Lady Which were as sound and sweet Cle. Pray do not force me Good Madam where I am not, to be ill, Conceit's a double sickness; on my faith your highness Is mere mistaken in me A Dead March within of Drum and sackbutts Cal. I am glad on't Yet this I have ever noted when thou wast thus It still forerun some strange event: my Sister Died when thou wast thus last: hark hark ho, What mournful noise is this comes creeping forward, Still it grows nearer, nearer, do ye hear it? Enter Polidor and Captains. Eumenes mourning. Lucip. It seems some soldier's funeral: see it enters Cal. What may it mean? Pol. The Gods keep ye fair Calis Cal. This man can speak, and well; a stands and views us Wooed I were ne'er worse looked upon: how humbly His eyes are cast now to the earth: pray mark him And mark how rarely he has ranked his troubles: See now 'a weeps, they all weep; a sweeter sorrow I never looked upon nor one that braver Became his grief; your will with us. Pol. Great Lady Plucks out the Cup. Excellent beauty Cal. He speaks handsomely What a rare rhetorician his grief plays, That stop was admirable Pol. See see thou Princess Thou great commander of all hearts Cal. I have found it, Oh how my soul shakes: Pol. See, see the noble heart Of him that was the noblest: see and glory Like the proud God himself in what thou hast purchased Behold the heart of Memnon: does it start ye? Cal. Good gods, what has his wildness done? Pol. Look boldly You boldly said you durst look wretched woman, Nay fly not back fair folly, 'tis too late now Virtue and blooming honour bleed to death here, Take it the Legacy of Love bequeathed ye, Of cruel Love, a cruel Legacy; What was the will that wrought it? then can ye weep? Imbalm it in your truest tears? If Women can weep a truth, or ever sorrow sunk yet Into the soul of your sex, for 'tis a Jewel The World's worth cannot weigh down, Take it Lady; And with it all (I dare not curse) my sorrows And may they turn to Serpents. Eumen. How she looks Still upon him: see now a tear steals from her 2. Cap. But still she keeps her eye firm Pol. Next read this, But since I see your spirit somewhat troubled I'll do it for ye 2. Cap. Still she eyes him mainly Go happy heart for thou shalt lie Entombed in her for whom I die Example of her cruelty. Tell her if she chance to chide Me for slowness in her pride That it was for her I died. If a tear escape her eye 'Tis not for my memory. But thy rights of obsequy The Altar was my loving breast My heart the sacrificed beast And I was myself the Priest Your body was the sacred shrine Your cruel mind the power divine Pleased with hearts of men not kine Eumen. Now it pours down Pol. I like it rarely Lady Eumen. How greedily she swallows up his language? 2. Cap. Her eye inhabits on him Pol. Cruel Lady, Great as your beauty scornful; had your power But equal poise on all hearts; all hearts perished; But Cupid has more shafts than one more flames too And now he must be open eyed, 'tis Justice: Live to enjoy your longing; live and laugh at The losses and the miseries we suffer; Live to be spoken when your cruelty Has cut of all the virtue from this Kingdom Turned honour into earth, and faithful service Cal. I swear his angers excellent Pol. Truth and most tried love Into disdain and downfall, Calis. Still more pleasing, Pol. Live then I say famous for civil slaughters, Live and lay out your triumphs, guild your glories Live and be spoken this is she this Lady, This goodly Lady, yet most killing beauty; This with the two edged eyes, the heart for hardness Out doing rocks; and coldness, rocks of Crystal This with the swelling soul, more coy of Courtship Then the proud sea is when the shores embrace him Live till the mothers find ye; read your story And sow their barren curses on your beauty, Till those that have enjoyed their loves despise ye, Till Virgins pray against ye, old age find ye And even as wasted coals glow in their dying So may the God's reward ye in your ashes: But you're the Sister of my King; more prophecies Else I should utter of ye true loves and loyal Bless themselves ever from ye: so I leave ye Calis. Prithee be angry still young man: good fair Sir Chide me again, what wood this man do pleased, That in his passions can bewitch souls stay, Eumen. Upon my life she loves him Calis. Pray stay Po. No Cal. I do command ye Po. No, ye cannot Lady I have a spell against ye, Faith and Reason, Ye are too weak to reach me: I have a heart too, But not for hawks meat Lady Cal. Even for Charity Leave me not thus afflicted: you can teach me Po. How can you Preach that Charity to others That in your own soul are an Atheist Believing neither power nor fear: I trouble ye, The Gods be good unto ye. Cal. Amen. Lucip. Lady, She Swoons Cle. O royal Madam, Gentlemen for heaven's sake, They come back. Po. Give her fresh air she comes again: away sirs And here stand close till we perceive the working Eumen. Ye have undone all Pol. So I fear 2. Cap. She loves ye Eumen. And then all hopes lost this way Pol. Peace she rises Clean. Now for my purpose Fortune Calis. where's the Gentleman Lucip. Gone Madam Cal. Why gone? Lucip. Has dispatched his business Cal. 'a came to speak with me 'a did, Clean. 'a did not Cal. For I had many questions Lucip. On my Faith Madam, he talked a great while to ye Cal. Thou conceivest not. He talked not as he should do; o my heart Away with that sad sight; didst thou ere love me? Lucip. Why do you make that question? Cal. If thou didst Run run wench, run: nay see how thou stir'st Lucip. Whither? Cal. If 'twere for any thing to please thyself Thou wouldst run toth' devil: but I am grown Clean. Fie Lady Cal. I ask none of your fortunes, nor your loves None of your bent desires I slack, ye are not In love with all men, are ye? one for shame You will leave your honoured mistress? why do ye stare so What is that ye see about me, tell me; Lord what am I become? I am not wild sure, Heaven keep that from me: o Cleanthe help me Or I am sunk to death Cle. Ye have offended and mightily, love is incensed against ye And therefore take my Council, to the Temple For that's the speediest physic: before the Goddess Give your repentant prayers: ask her will And from the Oracle attend your sentence She is mild and merciful Calis. I will: o Venus Even as thou lov'st thyself! Clean. Now for my fortune Exeunt Calis and Women. Pol. What shall I do? 1. Cap. Why make yourself Po. I dare not, No Gentlemen, I dare not be a villain Though her bright beauty would entice an Angel I will toth' King my last hope: get him a Woman As we before concluded: and as ye pass Give out the Spartans are in arms; and terrible And let some letters to that end be feigned too And sent to you, some Poets too, to the General And let me work: be near him still, Eumen. We will Sir Pol. Farewell: and pray for all: what 'ere I will ye Do it, and hope a fair end Eumen. The God's speed ye. Exeunt. Enter Stremon Fool, Boy, and Servants. Servant. He lies quiet Strem. Let him lie and as I told ye Make ready for this show: h'as divers times Been calling upon Orpheus to appear And show the joys: now I willbe that Orpheus, And as I play and sing like beasts and trees I wooed have you shaped and enter: thou a Dog, fool, I have sent about your suits: the Boy a bush, An Ass you, you a Lion Foole. I a dog? I'll fit you for a Dog. Bow wow Strem. 'Tis excellent Steal in and make no noise Foole. Bow wow Strem. Away rogue. Exeunt. Enter Priest and Chilax. Priest. Good sweet friend be not long Chi. Thou think'st each hour ten Till I be ferreting Pr. You know I love ye Chi. I will not be above an hour; let thy robe be ready And the door be kept Knock. Pr. Who knocks there? Cleanthe knocks within. Yet more business? Enter Cleanthe. Chi. Have ye more pensioners, the Princess woman? Nay then I'll stay a little, what games a foot now? Clean. Now is the time Chi. A rank bawd by this hand, too She grinds a both sides: heigh boys Priest. How your brother Syphax? Loves he the Princess? Cle. Deadly, and you know He is a Gentleman descended nobly. Chi. But a rank knave as ever pissed Cle. ●old Mother Here's more gold and some jewels Chi. Here's no villainy I am glad I came toth' hearing Pr. Alas Daughter, What would ye have me do? Chi. Hold off ye old whore; there's more gold coming; all's mine, all Cle. Do ye shrink now, Did ye not promise faithfully and told me Through any danger? Pr. Any I can wade through Cle. Ye shall, and easily the sin not seen neither Here's for a better stole and a new veil mother Come ye shall be my friend: if all hit Chi. Hang me I'll make ye richer than the Goddess. Pr. Say then I am yours, what must I do? Cle. I'th' morning But very early, will the Princess visit The Temple of the Goddess, being troubled With strange things that distract her: from the Oracle (Being strongly too in love) she will demand The Goddess pleasure, and a Man to cure her, That Oracle you give: describe my Brother You know him perfectly. Pr. I have seen him often Cle. And charge her take the next man she shall meet with When she comes out; you understand me Pr. Well. Cle. Which shallbe he attending; this is all And easily without suspicion ended, Nor none dare disobey, 'tis Heaven that does it, And who dares cross it then, or once suspect it? The venture is most easy. Pr. I will do it. Clean. As ye shall prosper; Pr. As I shall prosper. Cle. Take this too, and farewell; but first hark hither. Chi. What a young whores this to betray her mistress? A thousand Cuckolds shall that husband be, That marries thee, thou art so mischievous. I'll put a spoke among your wheels Clean. Be constant Pr. 'Tis done Chi. I'll do no more at drop shot then Exit Chilax. Pr. Farewell wench. Exeunt Priest and Cleanthe Finis Actus Tertii. Actus Quartus. Scaena Prima. Enter a Servant and R. Bax, and Stremon at the door. Servant. A stirs 'a stirs Strem. Let him, I am ready for him, He shall not this day perish, if his passions May be fed with Music; are they ready Enter Memnon. Ser. All, all: see where he comes Strem. I'll be straight for him. Exit Stremon. Enter Eumenes and Captains. Ser. How sad he looks and sullen. Stand close. Here are the Captains: my fears passed now. Mem. Put case i'th' other world She do not love me neither: I am old 'tis certain Eumen. His spirit is a little quieter. Mem. My blood lost and my limbs stiff; my embraces Like the cold stubborn ba●kes ●hoa●ie and herbs My words worse: my fame only and achievements Which are my strength, my blood, my youth my fashion, Must woe her, win her, wed her; that's but wind And Women are not brought to bed with shadows: I do her wrong, much wrong; she is young and blessed, Sweet as the spring, and as his blossoms tender, And I a nipping north wind, my head hung With hails, and frosty icicles: are the souls so too When they depart hence, lame and old, and love les? No sure, 'tis ever youth there; Time and Death Follow our flesh no more: and that forced opinion That Spirits have no sexes, I believe not Enter Stremon like Orpheus. There must be love, there is love? what art thou. SONG. Stre. Orpheus, I am come from the deep's below, To thee fond man the plagues of love to show: To the fair fields where loves eternal dwell there's none that came, but first they pass through hell: Hark and beware unless thou hast loved ever, Beloved again, thou shalt see those joys never. Hark how they groan that died despairing, O take heed thou: Hark how they howl for over daring All those were men. They that be fools, and die for fame They lose their name, And they that bleed Hark how they speed. Now in cold frosts now scorching fires, They sit and curse their lost desires: Nor shall these souls be free from pains and fears, Till Women waste them over in their tears. Mem. How should I know my passage is denied me Or which of all the Devils dare Eumon. This Song Was rarely formed to fit him. SONG. Orph. Charon o Charon Thou wafter of the souls to bliss or bant Cha. Who calls the ferry man of Hell? Or. Come near And say who lives in joy, and whom in fear. Cha. Those that die well; Eternal joy shall follow, Those that die ill; their own soul say shall swallow. Orph. Shall thy black Bark those guilty spirits stow That kill themselves for love? Cha. O no no. My cordage cracks when such great sins are near No wind blows fair, nor I myself can steer Orph. What lovers pass and in Elysium reign? Cha. Those gentle loves that are beloved again. Orph. This Soldier Loves, and fain wood die to win, Shall he go on? Cha. No 'tis too foul a sin He must not come a board: I dare not row, Storms of despair and guilty blood will blow. Orph. Shall time release him say? Cha. No, no, no no. Nor time nor death can alter us, nor prayer; My boat is de and who then dare But those appointed come aboard Live still, And love by reason mortal not by will, Or. And when thy Mistress shall close up thine eyes Cha. Then come a board and pass, Or. Till when be wise Cha. Till when be wise. Eumen. How still he sits: I hope this Song has settled him 1. Cap. He bites his lip, and rolls his fierce eyes yet I fear for all this 2. Cap. Stremon still apply to him; Strem. Give me more room then, sweetly strike divinely Such strains and old earth moves at Or. The power I have over both Beast and plant Thou man alone feelst miserable want Music. Strike your rare Spirits that attend my will, And lose your savage wildness by my skill. Enter a Mask of Beasts. This Lion was a man of War that died, As thou wouldst do to guild her Lady's pride This Dog a fool that hung himself for love: This Ape with daily hugging of a glove, Forgot to eat and died. This goodly tree, An usher that still grew before his Lady, Withered at root. This, for he could not woo, A grumbling Lawyer: This pied Bird a page, That melted out because he wanted age. Still these lie howling on the stygian shore, O love no more, o love no more. Exit Memnon. Eumen. He steals off silently, as though he would sleep, No more but all be near him, feed his fancy Good Stremon still; this may lock up his folly. Yet Heaven knows I must fear him; away softly. Exeunt Captains. Foole. Did I not do most doggedly? Strem. Most rarely? Foole. he's a brave man when shall we dog again; Boy. Untie me first for God's sake, Foole. Help the Boy; he's in a wood poor child: good honey Stremon Let's have a bear baiting; ye shall see me play. The rarest for a single Dog: at head all; And if I do not win immortal glory, Play, Dog play Devil. Strem. Peace for this time, Foole. Prithee. Let's sing him a black Santis, then let's all howl, In our own beastly voices; tree keep your time, Untie there; bow, wow, wow. Strem. A way ye Ass, away, Foole. Why let us do something, To satisfy the Gentleman, he's mad; A Gentleman like humour and in fashion, And must have men as mad about him. Strem. Peace And come in quickly, 'tis ten to one else he'll find a staff to beat a dog; no more words, I'll get ye all employment; soft soft in all, Exeunt. Enter Chilax and Cloe. Chi. When camest thou over wench? Clo. But now this evening. And have been ever since looking out Syphax, i'th' wars he would have looked me: sure has gotten Some other Mistress. Chi. A thousand wench, a thousand They are as common here as Caterpillars Among the corn, they eat up all the Soldiers, Clo. Are they so hungry? yet by their leave Chilax, I'll have a snatch too. Chi. Dost thou love him still wench? Clo. Why should I not? he had my Maiden head And all my youth. Chi. Thou art come the happiest In the most blessed time, sweet wench the fittest, If thou dar'st make thy fortune: by this light Cloe And so I'll kiss thee: and if thou wilt but let me, For 'tis well worth a kindness. Clo. What should I let ye? Chi. Enjoy thy minikin Clo. Thou art still old Chilax. Chi. Still still and ever shallbe: if, I say, Thou wilt strike the stroke: I cannot do much harm wench Clo. Nor much good Chi. Syphax shall be thy Husband, Thy very Husband woman, thy fool thy Cuckold, Or what thou wilt make him: I am over joyed, Ravished clean ravished with this fortune; kiss me, Or I shall lose myself, Clo. My Husband said ye? Chi. Said I? and will say Cloe; nay and do it And do it home to; Peg thee as close to him As birds are with a pin to one another; I have it I can do it: thou wants clothes too, And he'll be hanged unless he marry thee Ere he maintain thee: now he has ladies' Courtiers More than his back can bend at? multitudes We are taken up for threshers, will ye bite? Clo. Yes Chi. And let me- Clo. Yes and let ye- Chi. What! Clo. Why that ye wo't of. Chi. The turn the good turn? Clo. Any turn the Roche turn; Chi. That's the right turn for that turns up the belly. I cannot stay take your instructions And something toward household, come, whatever I shall advise ye follow it exactly And keep your times I point ye; for I'll tell ye A strange way you must wade through. Clo. Fear not me Sir. Chi. Come then and let's dispatch this modicum For I have but an hour to stay, a short one Besides more water for another mill An old weak over shot I must provide for, there's an old Nunnery at hand. Clo. what's that Chi. A bawdy House. Clo. A pox consume it Chi. If the stones ('tis built on) Were but as brickle as the flesh lives in it, Your curse came handsomely: fear not, there's Ladies, And other good sad people: your pinked Citizens That think no shame to shake a sheet there: Come wench Exeunt. Enter Cleanthe and Syphax. Clean. A Soldier and so fearful? Si. Can ye blame me; When such a wait lies on me? Cle. Fie upon ye I tell ye, ye shall have her: have her safely, And for your wife with her own will, Si. Good Sister- Cle. What a distrustful man are you? tomorrow, Tomorrow morning- Si. Is it possible? Can there be such a happiness? Cle. Why hang me If then ye be not married: if tomorrow night, Ye do not- Si. O dear Sister- Cle. What ye would do What ye desire to do; lie with her: Devil, What a dull man are you? Si. Nay I believe now, And shall she love me? Cle. As her life and stroke ye, Si. O I will be her servant, Cle. 'Tis your duty, Si. And she shall have her whole will, Cle. Yes 'tis reason, She is a princess, and by that rule boundless Si. What wood 'you be, for I wooed have ye Sister Choose some great place about us: as her woman Is not so fit. Cle. No, no, I shall find places: Si. And yet to be a Lady of her bedchamber, I hold not so fit neither, Some great title, believe it shall be looked out. Clean. Ye may a Duchess Or such a toy, a small thing pleases me Sir Si. What you will Sister: if a neighbour Prince, When we shall come to reign- Cle. We shall think on't, Be ready at the time and in that place too, And let me work the rest, within this half hour; The Princess will be going, 'tis almost morning Away and mind your business, Si. Fortune bless us. Exeunt. Enter King, Polidor and Lords. Pol. I do beseech your grace to banish me. King. Why Gentleman is she not worthy marriage? Po. Most worthy, Sir, where worth again shall meet her, But I like thick clouds sailing slow and heavy, Although by her drawn higher, yet shall hide her I dare not be a traitor; and 'tis treason, But to imagine: as you love your honour— King. 'Tis her first maiden doting and if crossed, I know it kills her. 1 Lord. How knows your grace she loves him? King. Her woman told me all; beside his story Her maid Lucippe on what reason to, And 'tis beyond all but enjoying. Po. Sir. Even by your wisdom; by that great discretion Ye owe to rule and order— 2 Lord. This man's mad sure, To plead against his fortune- 1 Lord. And the King too, Willing to have it so? Po. By those dead Princes From whose descents ye stand a star admired at, Lay not so base a lay upon your virtues Take heed for honour's sake take heed: the bramble No wise man ever planted by the rose, It cankers all her beauty; nor the vine When her full blushes courts the sun dares any Choke up with wanton Ivy? good my Lords, Who builds a monument, the Basis Jasper, And the main body Brick? 2 Lord. Ye wrong your worth, Ye are a Gentleman descended nobly. 1 Lord. In both bloods truly noble. King. Say ye were not, My will can make ye so. Po. No, never, never; 'Tis not descent, nor will of Princes does it, 'Tis Virtue which I want, 'tis Temperance, Man, honest man is't fit your Majesty Should call my drunkenness, my rashness brother? Or such a blessed Maid my breach of faith, For I am most lascivious; and fell angers In which I am also mischievous, her husband? O Gods preserve her! I am wild as Winter, Ambitious as the Devil: out upon me, I hate myself, sir, if ye dare bestow her Upon a Subject ye have one deserves her. King. But him she does not love: I know your meaning. This young man's love unto his noble brother, Appears a mirror; what must now be done Lords? For I am gravelled, if she have not him She dies for certain, if his brother miss her, Farewell to him, and all our honours. 1 Lord. He is dead sir, Your Grace has heard of that, and strangely. King. No, I can assure ye no there was a trick in't, Read that, and then know all; what ails the gentleman? Hold him; how do ye sir? Polidor is sick ath' sudden. Pol. Sick ath' the sudden, Extremely ill, wondrous ill. King. Where did it take ye? Pol. Here in my head sir, and my heart, for heaven sake. King. Conduct him to his chamber presently, And bid my Doctors— Po. No I shall be well sir, I do beseech your Grace even for the God's sake Remember my poor brother, I shall pray then. King. Away he grows more weaker still: I will do it, Or heaven forget me ever. Now your Counsels, Exit. Polidor. For I am at my wit's end; what with you sir? Enter Messenger with a Letter. Mess. Letters from warlike Pelius. King. Yet more troubles? The Spartans are in Arms, and like to win all: Supplies are sent for and the General; This is more cross than t'other; come let's to him, For he must have her, 'tis necessity, Or we must lose our honours, let's plead all, For more than all is needful, show all reason If love can hear a that side, if she yield We have fought best and won the noblest field. Exeunt. Enter Eumenes, Captains, Stremon. 1 Cap. I have brought the wench, a lusty wench, And somewhat like the Princess. Eumen. 'Tis the better, let's see her, And go you in and tell him, that her Grace Is come to visit him? how sleeps he Stremon? Strem. He cannot, only thinks, and calls on Polidor, Swears 'a will not be fooled; sometimes he rages, And sometimes sits and muses. Exit. Stre. Enter Whore, Captain. Eume. He's passed all help sure? How do ye like her? 2 Capt. byth' mass a good round Virgin, And at first sight resembling, she is well clothed too. Eume. But is she sound? 2 Cap. Of wind and limb, I warrant her. Eume. You are instructed Lady? Who. Yes, and know sir How to behave myself, ne'er fear. Eume. Polybius, Where did he get this Vermin? 1 Cap. Hang him Badger, There's not a hole free from him, whores and whores mates, Do all pay him obedience. Eume. Indeed i'th' war, His quarter was all whore, whore upon whore, And lined with a whore, beshrew me 'tis a fair whore. 1 Cap. She has smocked away her blood; but fair or foul, Or blind or lame, that can but lift her leg up Comes not amiss to him, he rides like a night mare, All ages, all Religions. Eume. Can ye state it? Who. I'll make a shift. Eume. He must lie with ye, Lady. Who. Let him, he's not the first man I have lain with, Nor shall not be the last. Enter Memnon. 2 Cap. 'a comes, no more words, She has her lesson throughly; how he views her? Eumen. Go forward now, so, bravely, stand! Mem. Great Lady, How humbly I am bound— Who. You shall not kneel sir, Come, I have done you wrong; stand up my Soldier, And thus I make amends— Kisses him. Eumen. A plague confound ye, Is this your state? 2 Cap. 'Tis well enough. Mem. O Lady, Your royal hand, your hand my dearest beauty Is more than I must purchase: here divine one, I dare revenge my wrongs: ha? 1 Cap. A damned foul one. Eum. The Lees of bawdy prewnes: mourning gloves? All spoiled by heaven. Mem. Ha! who art thou? 2 Cap. A shame on ye, Ye clawing scabby whore. Mem. I say, who art thou? Eumen. Why 'tis the Princess sir. Mem. The devil sir, 'Tis some rogue thing. Who. If this abuse be love sir, Or I that laid aside my modesty— Eum. So far thou'lt never find it. Mem. Do not weep, For if ye be the Princess, I will love ye, Indeed I will, and honour ye, fight for ye, Come wipe your eyes; by heaven she stinks; who art ta? Stinks like a poisoned Rat behind a hanging? Woman who art ta? like a rotten Cabbage. 2 Cap. You're much to blame sir, 'tis the Princess. Mem. How? she the Princess? Eumen. And the loving Princess. 1. Capt. Indeed the doting Princess. Mem. Come hither once more, The Princess smells like morning's breath, pure Amber, Beyond the courted Indies in her spices Still a dead rat by heaven; thou art a Princess. Eumen. What a dull whore is this? Mem. I'll tell ye presently, For if she be a Princess, as she may be And yet stink too, and strongly, I shall find her; Fetch the Numidian Lion I brought over, If she be sprung from royal blood, the Lion He'll do ye reverence, else Who. I beseech your Lordship? Eumen. He'll tear her all to pieces. Who. I am no Princess, sir. Mem. Who brought thee hither? 2. Capt. If ye confess, we'll hang ye. Who. Good my Lord; Mem. Who art thou then? Who. A poor retaining whore, sir, To one of your Lordship's Captains. Mem. Alas poor whore, Go, be a whore still, and stink worse: Ha, ha ha Ex. Cloe What fools are these, and coxcombs? Exit. Memnon. Eumen. I am right glad yet, He takes it with such lightness. 1. Cap. methinks his face too, Is not so clouded as it was; how he looks? Eumen. Where's your dead Rat? 2. Cap. The devil dine upon her lions, why what a medicine had he gotten To try a whore? Enter Stremon. Stre. Here's one from Polidor stays to speak with ye. Eume. With whom? Stre. With all; where has the General been? he's laughing to himself extremely. Eumen. Come, I'll tell thee how: I am glad yet he's so merry. Exeunt. Finis Actus Quarti. Actus Quintus. Scaena Prima. Enter Chilax and Priest, Calis, Lady and Nun. Chi. What lights are those that enter there, still nearer? Plague a your rotten itch, do you draw me hither Into the Temple to betray me? was there no place To satisfy your sin in? Gods forgive me, Still they come forward; Priest. Peace ye fool, I have found it, 'Tis the young Princess Calis. Chi. 'Tis the devil To claw us for our caterwauling. Pri. Retire softly, I did not look for you these two hours, Lady, Beshrew your haste: that way, Chi. That goes to th'Altar? Ye old blind Beast. Pr. I know not any way; Still they come nearer, I'll in to th'Oracle; Chi. That's well remembered I'll in with ye; Pr. Do. Exeunt Priest & Chilax. Enter Calis and her Train with lights singing; Lucippe, Cleanthe. SONG. O fair sweet Goddess Queen of Loves, Soft and gentle, as thy Doves, Humble eyed, and ever ruing Those poor hearts, their Loves pursuing: O thou mother of delights, Crowner of all happy nights, Star of dear content, and pleasure Of mutual loves the endless treasure, Accept this sacrifice we bring Thou continual youth and Spring, Grant this Lady her desires, And every hour, we'll crown thy fires. Enter a Nun. Nun. You about her all retire, Whilst the Princess feeds the fire, When your Devotions ended be To the Oracle I will attend ye. Exit. Nun & draws the Curtain close to Calis. Enter Stremon and Eumenes. Strem. He will abroad. Eumen. How does his humour hold him? Strem. He is now grown wondrous sad, weeps often too, Talks of his brother to himself, starts strangely. Eum. Does he not curse? Stre. No. Eum. Nor break out in fury, Offering some new attempt? Stre. Neither, toth' Temple Is all we hear of now: what there he will do; Eumen. I hope repent his folly, let's be near him. Strem. Where are the rest? Eumen. About a business Concerns him mainly, if heaven cure this madness, He's man for ever Stremon. Strem. Does the King know it? Eumen. Yes, and much troubled with it, is now gone To seek his sister out. Come let's away then. Exeunt Eumen. Stremon, Calis. Enter Nun, she opens the Curtain to Calis. Calis at the Oracle, Arras. Nun. Peace to your prayers Lady, will it please ye To pass on to the Oracle. Calis. Most humbly. Chilax & Priest in the Oracle. Chi. Do ye hear that? Pr. Yes, lie close. Chi. A wildfire take ye, What shall become of me? I shall be hanged now. Is this a time to shake? a halter shake ye, Come up and juggle, come. Pr. I am monstrous fearful. Chi. Up ye old gaping Oyster, up and answer, A mouldy mange upon your chops, ye told me I was safe here till the Bell rung. Pr. I was prevented, And did not look these three hours for the Princess. Chi. Shall we be taken? Pr. Speak for love's sake Chilax? I can not, nor I dare not. Chi. I'll speak treason, for I had as lief be hanged for that Pr. Good Chilax. Chi. Must it be sung or said? what shall I tell 'em? They are here? here now preparing. Pr. O, my conscience! Chi. Plague a your spurgalled conscience, does it tire now? Now when it should be toughest? I could make thee— Pr. Save us, we are both undone else. Chi. Down ye dog then, Be quiet, and be staunch to no inundations. Nun. Here kneel again, and Venus grant your wishes. Calis. O Divine star of Heaven, Thou in power above the seven: Thou sweet kindler of desires, Till they grow to mutual fires: Thou, O gentle Queen that art, Curer of each wounded heart. Thou the fuel, and the flame; Thou in heaven, and here the same: Thou the wooer, and the wood: Thou the hunger, and the food: Thou the prayer, and the prayed; Thou what is, or shall be said: Thou still young, and golden tressed, Make me by thy Answer blessed. Chi. When? Pr. Now speak handsomely, and small by all means, I have told ye what. Thunder. Chi. But I'll tell you a new tale Now for my neck verse; I have heard thy prayers, And mark me well. Music. Venus descends. Nun. The Goddess is displeased much, The Temple shakes and totters: she appears, Bow, Lady, bow. Venus. Purge me the Temple round, And live by this example henceforth sound Virgin, I have seen thy tears, Heard thy wishes and thy fears, Thy holy Incense flew above, Hark therefore, thy doom in love, Had thy heart been soft at first, Now thou hadst allayed thy thirst: Had thy stubborn will but bended, All thy sorrows here had ended; Therefore be just in love, And strange fortune thou must prove, And, for thou hast been stern and coy, A dead love thou shalt enjoy. Calis. O gentle goddess! Venus. Rise, thy doom is said, And fear not; I shall please thee with the dead, Venus ascends. Nun. Go up into the Temple and there end Your holy rites, the Goddess smiles upon ye. Exeunt. Cal. & Nun. Enter Chilax in his Robe. Chi. I'll no more Oracles, nor Miracles, Nor no more Church work, I'll be drawn & hanged first: Am not I torn a pieces with the thunder? Death, I can scarce believe I live yet, It gave me on the buttocks, a cruel, a huge bang, I had as lief 'a had 'em scratched with dogwhips; Be quiet henceforth, now ye feel the end on't, I would advise ye my old friends the good gentlewoman Is strucken dumb and there her grace sits mumping Like an old Ape eating a Brawn; sure the good Goddess Knew my intent was honest, to save the Princess. And how we young men are enticed to wickedness By these lewd women, I had paid for't else too: I am monstrous holy now, and cruel fearful, O! 'twas a plaguy thump, charged with a vengeance. Enter Syphax walks softly over the Stage, and goes in. Wooed I were well at home; the best is 'tis not day: Who's that? ha? Syphax? I'll be with you anon, sir, Ye shall be Oracled I warrant ye, And thundered too as well as I: your Lordship Enter Memnon, Eumenes, Stremon, and two carrying Torches. Must needs enjoy the Princess, yes, ha! torches? And Memnon coming this way, he's dog mad, And ten to one appearing thus unto him, He worries me, I must go by him. Eumen. Sir? Mem. Ask me no further questions; what art thou? How dost thou stare? stand off; nay look upon me, I do not shake, nor fear thee.— Draws his sword. Chi. 'a will kill me, This is for Church work. Mem. Why dost thou appear now? Thou wert fairly slain: I know thee Diocles, And know thine envy to mine honour: but— Chi. Stay Memnon, I am a Spirit, and thou canst not hurt me. Eumen. This is the voice of Chilax. Strem. What makes he thus? Chi. 'Tis true that I was slain in field, but foully By multitudes not manhood: therefore mark me, I do appear again to quit mine honour, And on thee single. Mem. I accept the challenge. Where? Chi. On the stygian banks Mem. When? Chi. Four days hence. Mem. Go noble Ghost, I will attend. Chi. I thank ye. Strem. Ye have saved your throat and handsomely: Farewell sir. exit Chi. Mem. Sing me the Battle of Pelusium, In which this Worthy died. Eumen. This will spoil all, and make him worse Than ere he was, sit down sir, And give yourself to rest. Song. Arm, arm, arm, arm, the Scouts are all come in Keep your ranks close and now your honours win. Behold from yonder hill, the foe appears, Bows, bills glaves arrows shields, and Spears, Like a dark wood he comes, or tempest pouring, O view the wings of horse, the meadows scouring, The vanguard marches bravely, hark the Drums— dub, dub, They meet they meet, now the Battle comes, See how the Arrows fly That darken all the sky, Hark how the Trumpets sound, Hark how the hills rebound,— Tara-tara-tara. Hark how the horse's charge: in boys in boys in,- tara, tara, The Battle totters; now the wounds begin, O how they cry, O how they die. Room for the valiant Memnon, armed with thunder, See how he breaks the ranks asunder: They fly they fly Eumenes has the Chase, And brave Polybius, makes good his place. To the plains to the Wood, To the Rocks to the floods, They fly for succour: Follow, follow, follow, heigh, heigh. Hark how the Soldiers hollow Brave Diocles is dead, And all his Soldiers fled, The battle's won, and lost, That many a life hath cost. Mem. Now forward to the Temple. Exeunt. Enter Chilax. Chi. Are ye gone? How have I scaped this morning? by what miracle? Sure I am ordained for some brave end. Enter Cloe. Cloe. How is it? Chi. Come, 'tis as well as can be. Cloe. But is it possible This should be true you tell me? Chi. 'Tis most certain. Cloe. Such a gross Ass to love the Princess? Chi. Peace, Pull your robe close about ye: you are perfect In all I taught ye. Cloe. Sure. Chi. Gods give thee good luck, 'Tis strange my brains should still be beating knavery For all these dangers: but they are needful mischiefs, And such are Nuts to me, and I must do 'em, You will remember me— Cloe. By this kiss Chilax. Chilax. No more of that, I fear another Thunder. Cloe. We are not i'th' Temple man. Enter Syphax. Chi. Peace, here he comes, Now to our business handsomely: away now. exit Chilax and Cloe. Siph. 'Twas sure the Princess, for he kneeled unto her, And she looked every way: I hope the Oracle Has made me happy: me I hope she looked for. Enter Chilax and Cloe at the other door. Fortune, I will so honour thee, Love so adore thee, She is here again looks round about again too, 'Tis done, I know 'tis done; 'tis Chilax with her, And I shall know of him; whose's that? Chi. Speak softly, The Princess from the Oracle. Siph. She views me, By heaven she beckons me. Chi. Come near, she wooed have ye. Si. O royal Lady. Kisses her hand. Chi. She will ye read that, for belike she's bound to silence For such a time; she is wondrous gracious to ye. Si. Heaven make me thankful. Chi. She would have ye read it, He Reads. Si. Syphax, the will of Heaven hath cast me on thee To be thy wife, whose will must be obeyed: Use me with honour, I shall love thee dearly, And make thee understand thy worths hereafter; Convey me to a secret Ceremony, That both our hearts and loves may be united, And use no language, till before my brother We both appear, where I will show the Oracle, For till that time I am bound, I must not answer. Siph. O happy I! Chi. Ye are a made man. Siph. But Chilax Where are her women? Chi. None but your grace's Sister, Because she would have it private to the world yet, Knows of this business. Siph. I shall thank the Chilax, Thou art a careful man. Chi. Your grace's servant. Siph. I'll find a fit place for thee. Chi. If you will not, There's a good Lady will, she points ye forward, Away and take your fortune, not a word sir, So, you are greased I hope. Exit Siph. & Cloe. manet Chi. Enter Stremon, Fool and Boy. Chi. Stremon, Fool, Picus. Where have you left your Lord? Strem. I'th' Temple, Chilax. Chi. Why are ye from him? Strem. Why the King is with him, And all the Lords. Chi. Is not the Princess there too. Strem. Yes, And the strangest coil amongst 'em: She weeps bitterly; The King entreats, and frowns, my Lord like Autumn Drops off his hopes by handfuls, all the Temple Sweats with this Agony. Chi. Where's young Polidor? Strem. Dead as they said o'th' sudden. Chi. Dead? Strem. For certain, But not yet known abroad, Chi. There's a new trouble; A brave young man he was; but we must all die. Strem. Did not the General meet you this morning Like a tall stallion Nun? Chi. No more a that Boy. Strem. You had been ferreting. Chi. That's all one, Fool; My Master fool that taught my wits to traffic, What has your wisdom done? how have you profited? Out with your Audit, come: you are not empty, Put out mine eye with twelve pence? do you shaker? What think you of this shaking? here's with coxcomb Ha boys? ha my fine rascals, here's a Ring, Pulls out o' Purse. How right they go? Foole. O let me ring the fore-bell. Chi. And here are thumpers, Chickens, golden rogues, ●it wit ye rascals. Foole. I have a Sty here Chilax. Chi. I have no gold to cure it, not a penny, Not one cross Cavalier; we are dull Soldiers, Gross, heavy-headed fellows; fight for victuals? Foole. Why; ye are the spirits of the time. Chi. By no means. Foole. The valiant fiery. Chi. Fie, fie no. Foole. Be-lee-me sir. Chi. I wooed I could sir. Fool. I will satisfy ye. Chi. But I will not content you; alas poor boy, Thou showst an honest nature weeps for thy Master, There's a red rogue to buy thee handkerchers. Foole. 'a was an honest Gentleman, I have lost too. Chi. Ye have indeed your labour Fool; but Stremon, Dost thou want money too? no virtue living? No firking out at fingers ends? Strem. It seems so. Chi. Will ye all serve me? Strem. Yes, when ye are Lord General, For less I will not go. Chi. There's gold for thee then, Thou hast a soldier's mind, Fool. Fool. Here, your first man. Chi. I will give thee for thy wit, for 'tis a fine wit, A dainty diving wit, hold up; just nothing, Go graze i'th' commons, yet I am merciful There's six pence; buy a Saucer, steal an old gown, And beg i'th' Temple for a Prophet, come away boys, Let's see how things are carried, Fool, up sirrah, You may chance get a dinner: Boy your preferment I'll undertake, for your brave Master's sake, You shall not perish. Fool. Chilax. Chi. Please me well Fool, And you shall light my pipes: Away to th' Temple. But stay, the Kings here, sport upon sport Boys. Enter King, Lords Syphax kneeling, Cloe with a Veil. King. What would you have Captain, Speak suddenly, for I am wondrous busy. Siph. A Pardon, Royal sir. King. For what? Siph. For that, Which was heaven's will, should not be mine alone sir; My marrying with this Lady. King. It needs no Pardon, For marriage is no sin. Si. Not in itself, sir, But in presuming too much: Yet heaven knows So does the Oracle that cast it on me, And— the Princess, royal sir. King. What Princess? Siph. O be not angry, my dread King, your Sister. King. My sister? she's i'th' Temple man. Siph. She is here sir. Lord. The Captain's mad, she is kneeling at the Altar. King. I know she is, with all my heart good Captain, I do forgive ye both: be unveiled Lady; Puts off her veil Will ye have more forgiveness? the man's frantic, Come let's go bring her out: God give ye joy sir. Siph. How? Cloe? my old Cloe? Exit. King, Lords. Cloe. Even the same sir. Chi. Gods give your manhood much content. Strem. The Princess Looks something musty since her coming over. Fool. 'Twere good, you'd brush her over. Siph. fools and Fiddlers Make sport at my abuse too. Foole. O 'tis the nature Of us Fools to make bold with one another, But you are wise, brave sirs. Chi. Cheer up your Princess, Believe it sir, the King will not be angry, Or say he were; why 'twas the Oracle, The Oracle, and like your Grace, the Oracle. Strem. And who, most mighty Syphax? Siph. With mine own whore. Cloe. With whom else should ye marry speak your conscience, Will ye transgress the law of Arms, that ever Rewards the Soldier with his own sins? Siph. devils. Cloe. Ye had my maidenhead my youth, my sweetness, Is it not justice then?— Siph. I see it must be, But by this hand. I'll hang a lock upon thee. Cloe. You shall not need, my honesty shall do it. Siph. If there be wars in all the world— Cloe. I'll with ye, For you know, I have been a soldier, Come, curse on: when I need another Oracle. Chi. Send for me Syphax, I'll fit ye with a Princess, And so to both your honours. Foole. And your graces. Siph. The Devil grace ye all. Cloe. God a mercy Chilax, Chi. Shall we laugh half an hour now? Strem. No the King comes, And all the train. Chi. Away then, our Act's ended. Exeunt. Enter King, Calis. Memnon and Cleanthe, Courtesan, Lords. King. You know he does deserve ye, loves ye dearly, You know what bloody violence had used The Hearse ready Polidor, Eumenes & Captains Upon himself, but that his brother crossed it, You know the same thoughts still inhabit in him And covet to take birth: Look on him Lady, The wars have not so far consumed him yet, Cold age disabled him, or sickness sunk him To be abhorred: look on his Honour sister, That bears no stamp of time, no wrinkles on it, No sad demolishment, nor death can reach it: Look with the eyes of heaven that nightly waken, To view the wonders of my glorious Maker, And not the weakness: look with your virtuous eyes, And then clad royalty in all his conquests; His matchless love hung with a thousand merits Eternal youth attending, Fame and Fortune, Time and Oblivion vexing at his virtues, He shall appear a miracle: look on our dangers, Look on the public ruin. Calis. O, dear brother. King. Fie, let us not like proud and greedy waters Gain, to give off again: this is our Sea, And you his Cynthia, govern him, take heed, His stouds have been as high, and full as any, And gloriously now is got up to the girdle, The Kingdoms he hath purchased; noble Sister, Take not your virtue from him, O take heed We ebb not now to nothing, take heed Calis. Calis. The will of heaven not mine, which must not alter, And my eternal doom for aught I know Is fixed upon me; alas, I must love nothing. Nothing that loves again must I be blessed with: The gentle Vine climbs up the Oak and clips him. And when the stroke comes, yet they fall together; Death death must I enjoy, and live to love him, O noble Sir! Mem. Those tears are some reward yet, Pray let me wed your sorrows. Calis. Take 'em Soldier, They are fruitful ones, lay but a fight upon 'em, And straight they will conceive to infinites; I told ye what, ye could find 'em, Room before there. Knock. Enter Funeral, Captains following, and Eumenes. King. How now, what's this? more drops to th'Ocean? Whose body's this? Capt. The noble Polidor, This speaks his death. Mem. My Brother dead? Calis. O Goddess! O cruel, cruel Venus, here's my fortune. King. Read Captain. Mem. Read aloud: farewell my follies. Eumen reads To the Excellent Princess Calis. 1. Cap. Be wise, as you are beauteous, love with judgement, And look with clear eyes on my noble Brother, Value desert and virtue, they are Jewels, Fit for your worth and wearing: take heed Lady, The God's reward ingratitude most grievous; Remember me no more, or if you must, Seek me in noble Memnon's love, I dwell there: I durst not live, because I durst not wrong him, I can no more, make me eternal happy With looking down upon your loves. Farewell. Mem. And didst thou die for me? King. Excellent virtue! What will ye now do? Calis. Dwell for ever here sir. Mem. For me dear Polidor? o worthy young man! O love, love, love, love above recompense! Infinite love, infinite honesty! Good Lady leave, you must have no share here, Take home your sorrows: here's enough to store me, Brave glorious griefs! was ever such a brother? Turn all the stories over in the world yet, And search through all the memories of mankind, And find me such a friend; h'as outdone all. Outstripped 'em sheerly, all, all, thou hast Polidor, To die for me; why, as I hope for happiness, 'Twas one of the rarest thought on things The bravest, and carried beyond compass of our actions, I wonder how he hit it, a young man too, In all the blossoms of his youth and beauty, In all the fullness of his veins and wishes Wooed by that Paradise, that would catch heaven; It starts me extremely, thou blessed Ashes, Thou faithful monument, where love and friendship Shall while the world is, work new miracles. Calis. O! let me speak too. Mem. No not yet, thou man, For we are but man's shadows, only man, I have not words to utter him; speak Lady, I'll think a while. Calis. The Goddess grants me this yet, I shall enjoy the dead: no tomb shall hold thee But these two arms, no Trickments but my tears Over thy Hearse, my sorrows like sad arms Shall hang for ever: on the toughest Marble Mine eyes shall weep thee out an Epitaph, Love at thy feet shall kneel, his smart bow broken; Faith at thy head, youth and the grace's mourners; O sweet young man! King. Now I begin to melt too. Mem. Have ye enough yet Lady? room for a gamester To my fond Love, and all those idle fancies A long farewell, thou diedst for me dear Polidor, To give me peace, thou hast eternal glory, I stay and talk here; I will kiss thee first, And now I'll follow thee. Polidor rises. Pollidor. Hold, for heaven's sake! Mem. Ha! Does he live? Dost thou deceive me? Pol. Thus far, Yet for your good, and honour. King. Now dear sister; Calis. The Oracle is ended, noble sir, Dispose, me now as you please. Po. You are mine then? Calis. With all the joys that may be. Po. Your consent sir; King. Ye have it freely. Po. Walk along with me then, And as you love me, love my will. Calis. I will so. Po. Here worthy Brother, take this virtuous Princess, Ye have deserved her nobly, she will love ye, And when my life shall bring ye peace, as she does, Command it, ye shall have it. Mem. Sir, I thank ye. King. I never found such goodness in such years. Mem. Thou shalt not overdo me, though I die for't, O how I love thy goodness, my best brother, You have given me here a treasure to enrich me, Would make the worthiest King alive a beggar, What may I give you back again? Po. Your love sir. Mem. And you shall have it, even my dearest love, My first, my noblest love, take her again, sir, She is yours, your honesty has overrun me, She loves ye, lov'st her not? excellent Princess, Enjoy thy wish, and now get Generals. Po. As ye love heaven, love him, she is only yours, sir. Mem. As ye love heaven, love him, she is only yours, sir; My Lord, the King. Po. He will undo himself sir, And must without her perish; who shall fight then? Who shall protect your Kingdom? Mem. Give me hearing, And after that belief, were she my soul (As I do love her equal) all my victories, And all the living names I have gained by war, And loving him that good, that virtuous good man, That only worthy of the name of brother, I would resign all freely, 'tis all love To me, all marriage rites, the joy of issues To know him fruitful, that has been so faithful. King. This is the noblest difference-take your choice sister. Calis. I see they are so brave, and noble both, I know not which to look on. Pol. Choose discreetly, And virtue guide ye, there all the world in one man Stands at the mark. Mem. There all man's honesty, The sweetness of all youth— Cal. O God's! Mem. My Armour, By all the God's she's yours; my arms, I say, And I beseech your Grace, give me employment, That shall be now my Mistress: here my Courtship. King. Ye shall have any thing. Mem. Virtuous Lady, Remember me, your servant now; Young man, You cannot overreach me in your goodness; O love! how sweet thou look'st now? and how gentle, I should have slubbered thee, and stained thy beauty; Your hand, your hand sir; King. Take her, and Heaven bless her. Mem. So. Po. 'Tis your will sir, nothing of my merit; And as your royal gift, I take this blessing. Cal. And I from heaven this gentleman: thanks Goddess. Mem. So ye are pleased now Lady; Cal. Now or never. Mem. My cold stiff carcase, would have frozen ye, Wars, wars. King. Ye shall have wars. Mem. My next brave battle I dedicate to your bright honour (sister,) Give me a favour, that the world may know I am your soldier. Calis. This, and all fair Fortunes. Mem. And he that bears this from me, must strike boldly. Cleanthe kneeling. Cal. I do forgive thee: be honest, no more wench. King. Come now to Revels, this blessed day shall prove The happy crown of noble Faith and Love. Exeunt. Prologue. TO please all's impossible, and to despair Ruins ourselves, and damps the Writers care: Would we knew what to do, or say, or when To find the minds here equal with the men: But we must venture; now to Sea we go, Fair fortune with us, give us room, and blow; Remember yeare all venturers; and in this Play How many twelve-pences ye have 'stowed this day: Remember for return of your delight, We launch, and plough through storms of fear, and spite: Give us your fore-winds fairly, fill our wings, And steer us right, and as the Sailors sing, Laden with Wealth, on wanton seas, so we Shall make our home-bound-voyage cheerfully; And you our noble Merchants, for your treasure Share equally the fraught, we run for pleasure. Epilogue. HEre lies the doubt now, let our Plays be good, Our own care sailing equal in this Flood; Our preparations new, new our Attire, Yet here we are becalmed still, still i'th' mire, Here we stick fast; Is there no way to clear This passage of your judgement, and our fear, No mitigation of that law? Brave friends, Consider we are yours, made for your ends, And every thing preserves itself, each will If not perverse, and crooked, utters still The best of that it ventures in: have care e'en for your pleasure's sake, of what we are, And do not ruin all: You may frown still. But 'tis the nobler way, to check the will. FINIS.