MARCELIA: OR THE Treacherous Friend.  
A Tragicomedy.  
As it is Acted at the Theatre-Royal, by His Majesty's Servants.  
Written by Mrs. F. Boothby.  

Licenced,  
October 9 1669. Roger L'Estrange.   
London, Printed for Will. Cademan at the Popes-Head in the lower Walk of the New-Exchange, and Giles Widows at the Maidenhead in Aldersgate-street,1670.   

To the Honourable and most Accomplished Lady YATE, of Harvington in Worcestershire.  
MADAM!  
SInce the most weak, aught to endeavour the most powerful Defenders; I could no where elect a person whose Accomplishments renders them so capable to that requisite, as your Ladyship: Which Motive I only have to hope and plead my Pardon by, for my Presumption in imploring your Protection. Madam, This earthy effect of my ignorant Brain, you will find an Engine, which will give all your Perfections and Virtues employment in the most eminent degree; since it not only requires your unequalled Eloquence and Wisdom, to appose the Censuring world, upon this uncommon action in my Sex: but your Goodness to pardon the many and high defects, which you will there find to condemn.  
Sinners look not upon their own weak merits, but Heaven's Bounty, when they implore Benefits: For if they should turn their Eyes to their inward View, and regulate their Petitions by their Deservings; they would blush and grow dumb to all Requests. This Line, Madam, I must draw to my own Centre; who must wholly owe all your transcending Favours, to your generous and noble Humour, which makes the World your Admirers, and fixes unalterably to the power of your Commands,  
Your most humble Servant and Kinswoman, F. Boothby.   

PROLOGUE TO Marcelia.  
I'M hither come, but what d'ye think to say?  
A Woman's Pen presents you with a Play:  
Who smiling told me I'd be sure to see,  
That once confirmed, the House would empty be.  
Not one yet gone!—  
Well, I'll go tell her you are all so just,  
You'll laugh at her on Knowledge, not on Trust.  
I know she'll send me back, but what to do,  [He goes off. 
When I have learned of her, I'll tell it you.  [Comes again. 
Guess now the Message: she prays ye to be gone,  
You'll crowd her Wit to death in such a Throng  
Of Wits, she says, which no Consumptions have,  
And hers is weak, e'en going to the grave.  
She wonders much that ye should all desire  
To stay, and witness when it does expire.  [One comes to him. 
Mess. Hark ye the Poetess does angry grow.  
Prol. I cannot make'em whether they will or no.  
'Tis better be a Dog, than Woman's slave,  
That knows not what she would, or would not have.  
With Ballading I think she mad is grown,  
And by her Prologue fain would make it known.  
She need not be so hasty; faith her Play  
Will witness that her Reason's gone astray:  
For when that it is done, I'm almost sure,  
You'll give her Bedlam for Reward or Cure.  [Another comes to him and whispers. 
What more? nay then I never shall have done;  
Now I've command to court ye one by one:  
When I return to send her word by me,  
Who will her Judges, who her Lawyers be.  
If that the Wits will plead her cause, she'll stay;  
If not, she fairly means to run away:  
For if her Judges they resolve to sit,  
She neither Pardon nor Reprieve shall get.  
But still she hopes the Ladies out of Pride  
And Honour, will not quit their sex's side:  
Though they in private do her faults reprove,  
They'll neither public scorn nor laughter move.  
But should they all in censuring be severe,  
'Tis still the Critic Men she most does fear:  
For if that Solomon now lived, and writ;  
They'd cry, Pish, hang't, there's nothing in't of Wit..   

The ACTORS Names.  

Sigismond,— King.  
Melinet, his Favourite.  
Lotharicus A noble man, in love with Marcelia.  
Euryalus, A noble man, Sister to Marcelia.  
Almeric, an Eminent Lord.  
Valasco, an Eminent Lord.  
Lucidore, a wild Lord.  
Peregrine, a Traveller.  
Moriphanus, a proud, silly, rich fellow.  
Graculus, his Man,  
Du-prette, Servant to Melinet,  
Meraspas, Servant to Lotharicus.  
Philampras, a Villain.  
Three Villains more.  
Marcelia, a noble Lady, Cousin to Melinet.  
Desha, her Woman.  
Calinda, the King's Mistress.  
Ericinia, her Friend.  
Arcasia, a Lady.  
Perilla, a rich Widow.   
Pages, Footboys, Maskers, Guards and Attendants.  The Scene, FRANCE.  

MARCELIA: OR the Treacherous Friend.  


Act I. Scene I.  Enter Valasco and Almeric. Alm. 
HAve you seen Melinet of late?  Val. 
No, not since he missed the place he thought himself so sure of at the Court; his aspiring soul will not easily let him digest the cross events of Fate.  Alm. 
It seems a marvel to me he had it not, for the King does reflect upon him more than common rays of favour; such, as in my mind may reasonably give his hopes large compass.  Val. 
Ho does so, but this was a grant of our deceased King, which his Majesty promised to ratify; or else doubtless he had carried it: but men of his temper, and nobly born, without Estates, think Fortune is a cripple, if she does not with winged haste answer their deserts.  Alm. 
Hold, here he is coming, with a musing and unsatisfied countenance.  Enter Melynet. Val. 
How now, Melynet, what, dull and melancholy?  Mel. 
My looks, my Lord, wear my fortune's livery:  
But I was just now thinking how many considerable  
Places I have been likely to possess;  
And my stars, my unlucky stars,  
They still prevent me with their baser influences.  
Oh I could curse them! had they made me a fool,  
Or without Spirit or Ambition:  
I should have thanked 'em; but they 've furnished me  
With all the requisites to a rising Fortune,  
And yet deny success.  Val. 
I' faith, the truth of 'tis, they have afforded thee  
Wit, subtlety, policy, and what else is necessary,  
Enough to have discharged any office in the Kingdom,  
To thy own advantage; and that's now the only end  
To which most of the greatest Statesmen tend.  Alm. 
ay, for they are wiser than in the old time,  
When Honour and Honesty were so much adored:  
They of that age were altogether in love with Fame,  
And having their lives read with admiration in a chronicle.  
But the Politicians now are of another stamp:  
What's presents only theirs, they cry; and had rather  
Purchase one life here in a good estate,  
Than the inheritance of that talked of,  
That is to come hereafter. 'Tis true,  
Expectation is a hungry Diet.  Mel. 
You would think so, if your Lordship were to live Upon it as many do.  Alm. 
I should so, but not in thy condition,  
Who art already looked upon by every man of judgement,  
As in all likelihood to be the Court Blazing-star.  Mel. 
That expression will bear a various interpretation:  
Or great, or mischievous, or both: perhaps  
By divination he gives it for my Motto.  
Well, I beg your Lordship's pardon, for I must leave you.  Val. 
Why, pry ' thee, what hast of business  
Calls you away?  Mel. 
I am engaged to meet six or seven Friends.  Val. 
No friends, as you love me: a Friend is a thing  
More rare than a Phoenix, and thou talk'st of them,  
As if they were as common as Fishes  
And did like them increase and multiply.  Mel. 
Well, your Servant.  Exit Melynet. Val. 
I wonder whether the King still intends the  
Marriage of Calinda: there are many  
Wagers in the town about it.  Alm. 
O! Monarchs and Subjects are two different things▪  
And a sudden rise to eminent Honour or Fortune,  
Commonly proves like the Turks Mutes to an old  
Affection; strangle in quite: and 'tis whispered  
By the most knowing. that the King's Love has at present  
the cold fit of an aguish distemper on it, to that Lady.  
But well, are you for my company this afternoon, or not?  
For I am designed to go home: I am promised the sight of  
A fellow that will needs be thought a Lord:  
They say he'll make a man die with laughing.  Val. 
Then I'm resolved not to see him to day:  
For I have a great mind to live ill to morrow,  
And for this afternoon I'll throw it away  
Amongst the Ladies.  Exeunt.  

Scene 2. Enter Calinda and Ericina.  Eric. 
Let not your grief take yet such full possession  
Of your heart, till more of time gives the assurance  
Of what is only now your passions fear.  Cal. 
Alas Ericina! it is that uncertainty  
Which makes Love's greatest Hell: were I but once  
Assured, I should be less concerned.  
But whilst I doubt I nothing can resolve:  
Reason and scorn, which then would prove my cure▪  
I am now by that unhappy motive (that you urge  
To lessen my affections) forbid their use:  
For 'tis not his new acquired greatness  
Can keep my heart in slavery. It was  
His Noble Mind I loved. And that the greatest  
Ebb of Fortune could ne'er have given change to.  
Indeed I did adore his virtues, and made  
Him Sovereign of my heart, despising in  
My thoughts for him, all those that only could  
Pretend advantages in Wealth, which possibly  
They did inherit by their Father's crimes.  
But if I find he is turned Apostate  
To what gave being to my Passion:  
I shall depose him here, to let him see  [Points to her heart. 
His Honour lost, his Crowns despised by me.  Eric. 
If the assurance of his unconstancy  
Will prove so much less afflicting than the fear,  
Force your belief to that Conclusion,  
His actions afford enough of cause.  Cal. 
Ah! Ericina, thou than dost think him changed.  Eric. 
It ill would suit the Friendship I profess,  
Still by dissembling my thoughts to his advantage,  
To help to shipwreck so your quiet,  
Urging the Uncertainty of what,  
I must confess I do no longer doubt.  Cal. 
Nor I no longer that I'm quite undone!  [Aside. Eric. 
And I will tell you.  Cal. 
Oh hold, Ericina;  
Keep to thyself those thoughts, which if set free,  
With furious floods of grief would deluge me.  Eric. 
Can you believe your ruin I design?  
Whose life is dearer to me far than mine.  
No, Calinda, what I have done was only but to try,  
Whether the Cure your Reason did propose,  
Your Courage could endure the application of.  Cal. 
How could your pity let you make experiments,  
On my Misfortune to improve your knowledge?  
Or what of satisfaction do you find  
From the assurance that my tongue had boasted,  
Without consulting of my heart, the resolution  
Of that indifferency and change, if he  
Prove false, my soul can never find for him.  
You used to take so great an interest in  
My sufferings as made their weight seem less.  
But you unkindly now do seek to multiply my griess,  
and they already overpress my Mind.  Eric. 
My love can easily forgive the highest  
Injuries with which you charge my innocence:  
For, I perceive, the disquiet of your thoughts dethrones  
Your Reason. But 'tis hard to be Physician,  
Where the Disease admits such alteration,  
As makes the Remedy uncertain.  [Enter Page. Page. 
Madam, my Lord Valasco, with some Ladies,  
Are come to wait upon you.  Cal. 
Go, let them know I'll attend them.  
How ill does Conversation suit my mind,  
Who can in nothing, now, contentment find!  Exeunt.  

Scene 3. Enter Almeric and Peregrine.  Per. 
This Kingdom has known strange and wonderful  
Changes since my absence▪ for who would e'er ha' thought  
Sigismond should have come to be our Sovereign?  
Heaven having given so many just Pretenders  
To th' Grown, before his Right could put in claim.  Alm. 
'Tis true, Peregrine, but Fortune's children  
Are always heirs to what she pleases.  
And all his actions both in Peace and War,  
Have still been crowned with such success and glory,  
As made him justly thought one of her Darling sons.  
And though there are many whose wants in worth,  
And height of Envy, made them strive to clip  
His Honour's wings: yet I must needs confess,  
I think he merits what he wears.  Per. 
I doubt not your Opinion; but with what  
A kind of temper did he at first demean  
Himself in his new Sovereignty?  Alm. 
With such a Moderation as showed he thought  
The weighty troubles that do attend the Crown  
Of a well governing Prince, would far exceed  
The pleasure of an expected Power and Greatness.  Per. 
Yet we see those cares which Crowns create,  
Are burdens, which all the great ones of the world  
Do strive to carry; to which when right of birth  
Is wanting, they make usurping Power, and  
Treason's guilt become their unresisted title.  
And certainly, what is so often purchased  
By th' death of Millions, and the height of Crimes,  
When lawfully acquired, may well excuse  
A more than common joy expressed in such  
An elevated Fortune.  Alm. 
No doubt it does; and 'twas the general expectation, and our surprise the greater, finding his looks And actions show such an unmoved indifferency.  Per. 
That might beget amazement, for sudden satisfaction or high cares seldom or never keep within those bounds, Reason or policy prescribes them. But he resolved to show by something far from common in Mankind, Fortune was Just, not blind, in giving him a Sceptre. But who amongst all the Court is likely to carry The name of Favourite?  Alm. 
He that possesses the greatest share is Melynet, Nephew to the late Lord Euryalus, that was the fair Marcelia's Father. His growth in greatness was like a Mushroom, so sudden, which has begot much wonder in the Court.  Enter Lucidore. 
Oh Lucidore!  Luc. 
Nay hold, no quarrelling; I have been suffering Sufficiently for my breach of promise.  Alm. 
Why prithee? what Disaster, that the knowledge may make some satisfaction?  
For I dare swear it is some Comical accident.  Luc. 
If to lose a Man's Reason first, and then all his Money, be matter of Mirth; it is so: for that's the true character of my condition.  Alm. 
As how?  Luc. 
Why, just as I left you the other night, I met with our new Favourite; and straight my brain was seized with a piece of policy, to try if I could drink away his Understanding, and keep so much of my own to play the Justice of Peace with him, and sift out the Reason of his so much admired greatness with the King: but I, like other Statesmen, failed in my Design, and made myself as uncapable of Questions, as he was of Answers. But that which makes me the most mad, and will make thee the most merry, was, that I must needs be shaking of my Elbow, and pay the first Tribute to his fortune and success in Gaming.  Alm. 
Why, you could do no less in compliment, than since you would learn him to play, to teach him at your own costs and charges. But now confess, what did you lose?  Luc. 
Enough t'have purchased half his patrimony,  
When he came to Court: a thousand pound,  
And something more.  Per. 
He plays deep for a new Gamester, but he thinks With reason, his Fortune's like to have no bottom.  Alm. 
I pity thy condition, for I know thy losses  
Would have made thee merry a month together,  
In ways much more agreeable to thy humour.  Luc. 
It would so; but 'tis gone, and the Devil go with it: The wish is no Treason I hope, for he was never yet, to my knowledge prohibited a Favourites company.  Per. 
If he were, they would divide the soul of their usual preferment from the bodily.  Alm. 
ay, for give him his due, he's a sociable Fellow, and infinitely esteemed by all persons of all conditions, the Clergy, Statesman, the Lawyer, the Citizen, poor and rich, all strive for his Friendship, his Counsel, his Assistance; there is such pulling and haling who shall have him, that 'tis well he can be here, and there, and everywhere.  Luc. 
That's no part of my Faith; for he has often failed me in business of no small concernment to his service, and my satisfaction: and yet I am certain he has not had a more faithful Friend in all the world than I have been, take one time with another.  Alm. 
That I'll witness for thee is a truth, and therefore  
He can't be excused of ingratitude, if he  
Gives thee any reason of complaint.  Luc. 
I know not the Design, but I am confident  
He will send me to heaven whether I will or no.  Alm. 
If he does, thou wilt be the first Saint,  
That ever came there of the Devils making.  Luc. 
If I am, as sure as thou livest, he does intend that wonder; well, farewell.  Alm. 
Nay, we'll all go together.  Exeunt.  

Scene 4. Enter Sigismond and Melynet, and a Guard at distance. Attendants.  Mel. 
Sir, I perceive something does discompose  
The quiet of your mind, and would it not  
Appear too bold presumption in a Subject,  
I would most humbly beg the cause.  Sig. 
Melynet, your judgement makes a true interpretation, and 'tis only from thy Love and Interest that I can hope a change.  Mel. 
Your Majesty's high bounty that raised me from that nothing which I was in fortune to what I am, by the so envied glory of your favour; besides the duty which I owe you as my Sovereign, doubly commands my life to be a ready Sacrifice on all occasions, where that offering can purchase you the least of satisfaction.  Sig. 
Thou art my Friend, what name commands a greater Distance I'll forget; but what I now shall try thy kindness in, Requires more thy wit and judgement use, Than dangers hazard. You have a Kinswoman,  Melinet, 
whom I have found too fair, and fear  
That I shall find as cruel: it is Marcelia, I wear  
Her chains, yet not without attempting to have  
Broke them; but I perceive resistance is in vain.  
The more I strive, the faster I am tied.  
Nothing but Death her Fetters can divide.  
But why stand'st thou so surprised, as if thou didst  
Rival me in my passion?  Mel. 
I wish I did Sir, so that there were no other;  
But what concern I show comes from my feared defect  
Of power, not will, to serve your Majesty's Commands.  Sig. 
I do believe thee, and I know  
The interposing Difficulty that stands  
Between me and my hopes; a pre-engagement  
Of her heart to brave Lotharicus: but may not  
A King and Crown laid prostrate at her feet,  
Tempt her Ambition to command her love?  
Has she put off so much her Sex's frailty,  
That such a Present cannot shake her constancy?  Mel. 
She has often in my hearing given him that  
Assurance, Sir, and though words are but airy  
Sounds, till the temptation proves their substance:  
Yet I have so much knowledge of her humour,  
As makes me fear they shall not want that seal.  
But all that my power can act in her persuasion, Sir,  
To move her to a sense of that high glory,  
I will give your Majesty the assurance of in some few days.  Sig. 
Go my dear Melinet and sound her thoughts;  
For thou wilt in her answer to me bring,  
The happiness or ruin of thy King.  Exit Melinet. 
Oh mighty Love! whose power is not limited  
More in a Prince than Slave! how dost thou force  
My heart to turn a Rebel to my virtue!  
Making my passion master of my honour,  
My Reason of no farther use than no condemn the crime  
I act in giving to another that heart,  
Which I so often vowed to my Calinda!  
Thus in my soul I find a civil war;  
But Love o'er Virtue has the victory far:  
For whosoever does see Marceliaes' eyes,  
Must break their faith, and fall her sacrifice.  Exit.  

Scene 5. Enter Moriphanus and Graculus.  Mor. 
Sirrah, I would fain know why you should pay me less respect than Beggars do? they can say, My Lord, and your Lordship.  Gra. 
Because I know you better to be no Gentleman. [aside But if I must say, an' please your Lordship, what shall I say to make your Lordship's honourable title pass for currant, if it should be questioned?  Mor. 
What shouldst thou say? say I am an outlandish Lord. Well, a man of ambitious thoughts had better be hanged, than keep a fellow that cannot make a lie.  Grac. 
Good my Lord pardon me, I shall have one presently; but my Lord, you have not the mien nor breeding of a Lord: I think I had best say you are a sprout of one of those English Lords of Nol's new creation in the old Rebellion.  Mor. 
I' faith Graculus 'twill do rarely well.  Grac. 
But my Lord, since you are resolved upon so much greatness, you must needs enlarge your retinue.  Mor. 
So I will, Graculus, and I will keep them all in several Liveries.  Grac. 
They will be taken for other men's Servants then.  Mor. 
No, no, thou art a fool; they will be all known 〈◊〉 be my men, and only wearing the several Liveries of those several Families that have matched into my house.  Grac. 
What a most excellent fancy was this! some of the chief Liveries, I hope Master. (I cry your Lordship mercy) shall be black and green, orange tawny and red, and black and deep blue.  Mor. 
Excellent well! thou hast a rare conceit in the choice of colours; but prithee let my own suit be trimmed with the black and deep blue.  Grac. 
'Tis ten to one but your cowardly carcase may be trimmed with black and blue before you leave the town.  [asi Mor. 
I have one thing more to tell thee of; I'll leave the taking of my boys to thee: but be sure thou dost instruct them, that as they follow me, ever as I turn my head (as I shall do very often) that they all stand still and put off their hats, for it is a great point of breeding in all Footboys, and of state in Masters. And go to my Tailor, and bid him make haste with my clothes, and let every thing that is in the Mode be doubled upon them.  Grac. 
I shall, my Lord.  Exeunt.  

Scene 6. Enter Melinet and du Prette his Man.  Mel. 
Hast thou been with my Lord Lotharicus?  Du-Pr. 
Yes Sir, and he bid me return his service, and tell you he will not stir abroad, in expectation of your company; but he prays it may be before the hour of his usual visits.  Mel. 
Well, leave me.  Exit du Prette. 
Alas my Lord! I must prevent those visits:  
The ruin of your Love must lay the strong  
Foundation to my lasting Greatness.  
In which design, if that my plot does fail,  
Farewell my puff of honour— for all actions,  
The ne'er so well designed by strength of reason,  
And prosecuted by the faithfullest Love,  
If unsuccesful, finds small acknowledgement.  
It is only being blessed by Fortune in the end, that gives the intention value. That's the unjust scale, by which the world weighs all things. But why should I condemn ingratitude as Vice, that for ambition turn a Villain, and betray my friend? Yet 'tis not I am guilty, though I act the Crime; 'tis the abusive world which throws such heaps of injuries and scorns on wanting Virtue, that man's courage cannot bear it; at least mine shall not, if a stretched Conscience will relieve me.  
I'll grasp a fortune though I heaven let go,  
That I have heard of, but 'tis This I know.    


Act II, Scene I.  Enter Peregrine, Lucidore, Almeric and Valasco. Alm. 
When wilt thou grow tame, Lucidore?  Luc. 
When Usurers commonly grow mad, when I have lost all my money, and that I am forced to think of Marriage for the convenient support of some rich widow's Jointure, which very reflection should I continue in it but a quarter of an hour, it would make me look as serious as any English sanctified Brother, that intends the Reformation of Religion.  Per. 
Are you so great a Woman-hater then?  Luc. 
No Sir, you mistake me: I am not an Enemy to the Sex, but to that ceremony; I would be a Lady's servant, but not her Prentice: I love not to seal words of Compliment for term of life, as that of taking a woman for better for worse.  Val. 
If living single were an argument of Understanding, we might justly be esteemed one of the wisest Nations of the world; for most of our young Gallants decline Marriage, and take Mistresses, by which they gain diseases in their youth, to make a Wife necessary for a Nurse in their age: and things taken by way of necessity, can lay no charge upon us for defect of Reason.  Luc. 
Right, for it is then the offspring of it.  Alm. 
Well, could I have my wish, it should be to see Lucidore in Love.  Luc. 
Why, I am in Love, infinitely in Love, up to the head and ears in Love.  Alm. 
Sure thy Mistress is very kind then, thou art so merry.  Luc. 
She is so, she denies me nothing that I ask her.  Alm. 
She is very coming too it seems. Prithee tell me, is she thy particular Mistress, or is she one that may be generally so to all thy Friends?  Luc. 
No Sir, I will assure you I am not so free to keep a communicative Mistress.  Val. 
Why, canst thou seriously love any thing?  Luc. 
Yes, when the object's worthy; and I presume her infinitely so, her charms beget so many slaves.  Per. 
I fain would see her: I dare be confident she will make none of me.  Val. 
Nor of me.  Alm. 
And I dare warrant you for my particular.  Luc. 
You are all fair promisers, Gentlemen; if you will lay a hundred Pistols a piece, or so, you shall see her: Nay more, I'll take your own words whether you love or not; you shall be the accusers of your own hearts, and then I'll be the Executioner of your Purses. This is fair play, here's no false Dice nor Cards, all's above board.  Per. 
That's true, but you hold the sight too costly; you forget that we can see the Creation of the World for 18 pence, where there are twenty fine sights besides the Woman. A hundred Pistols to see a Woman! Why, it had been enough for Adam to have offered, when Eve was promised and not made.  Luc. 
Well, I perceive you have examined your Conscience, and find you are frail, and date not venture your Money, for all your boasting.  Alm. 
But we will hazard our Liberties, and that's of greater value.  Luc. 
ay, but I never loved to expose my friends to danger, unless some profit may accrue by it to them or me; and all from this will be the certain knowledge, that you know not yourselves, and that's an Article of Faith I have already put into my Creed.  Val. 
But 'tis not in ours, and we would not have thee have the start of us in Faith and Works too.  Luc. 
Well, I'll leave you Gentlemen.  Per. 
Faith thou shalt not, for we will go with thee and see thy Mistress.  Luc. 
Well, I will for this once save your longings: the name of a Mistress has so wound up your curiosities, that I find your tongues will be like the perpetual Motion in importunities, till that be satisfied.  Per. 
Shall we go with thee now, and see her?  Luc. 
No, I am otherwise engaged; to morrow I am at your service.  Alm. 
Remember your promise, and do not have us answered, you are from home, as Misers use to do to save their meat, when a friend bids himself to Dinner.  Luc. 
No, for there must be no Courtship you know, that's against the Laws of Friendship, to buy a bargain out of another man's hands.  Exeunt.  

Scene 2. Enter Melinet and Lotharicus.  Mel. 
You have often encouraged me to hope all proofs of your affection, and I cannot doubt your friendship.  Loth. 
You need not, your own merits, and relation to Marcelia, has fettered me your servant; therefore command me without the introduction of a Compliment.  Mel. 
Why then, my Lord, I know you have an interest in Arcasia, and I must beg you to make use of it to my assistance, for I confess my heart has found the power of her Charms.  Loth. 
You need not blush to own them, she is an object worthy of your inclinations; and I am glad your choice directed you, where I may pay part of the obligations back I have so often owed unto your friendship: not but your own deserts will be your best Orators.  Mel. 
My Lord, I know myself better, than to admit the least hope from those vain apprehensions: but being presented by you, the esteem she holds of your judgement will doubtless keep her, from searching too inquisitively into those defects, which might with justice blast my hopes.  Loth. 
You are too eminently deserving for to need such an impostor help: but Melinet, be confident I will speak the truth, with all the earnestness a Friend can urge: to promise more were to exceed my power.  Mel. 
If you could persuade her to the Gardens, you would have greater opportunity and more of time.  Loth. 
I will, and use all my interest.  Mel. 
Pray be secret in it.  Loth. 
You need not fear, she has too many Pretenders that would become concerned.  Mel. 
I fear you not to any but Marcelia.  Loth. 
Well, be confident she shall not know it.  Mel. 
Give me your hand and honour upon it.  Loth. 
There 'tis, an Oath I never broke yet, and so farewell, for I must go and see her: your servant.  Mel. 
I would go too, but I saw her but last night, and she likes not my company, she will needs have it that I am melancholy grown.  Exeunt.  

Scene 3. Enter Graculus and a company of Beggar-boys.  Grac. 
Come Boys, let me see you make your legs, whilst I have it in my head how it may be done: for I have been at the Dancing-schole a purpose to learn myself, that I might correct you upon knowledge. Come my brave Boys, the most mannerly shall have the best Livery. [The Boys put off their hats, and make several ridiculous Congees.] Excellent well done: I do not think there's a parcel of better bred Boys in Town, considering their Qualities. Let me see you run Boys. [They run. Oh bravely done! they are so nimble of heel, they'll quickly run out of a Foot-body into a Gentleman of the Chamber.  Boy. 
Would you would let us go Sir to the Dancing-School, that we might see the fashion of it; I warrant you we would observe, and have some of it away with us.  Grac. 
These Rogues would watch their time, and be stealing: take heed of that Boys; at the end of that hangs a Halter: Never go beyond the Rules of Cheating, by that you will secure your Necks, and it will put a value on your Wit; it is a general quality, and much approved: He that has never made use of it, has never been truly in the Fashion. Your Gentile Cheats, they go to Gaming-houses; your Complementing Cheats, frequent Ladies Lodgings; your Flattering Cheats, follow Courts; your Learned Cheats; the Bar; your Seditious Cheats, the Pulpit: And such Cheats as you and I may be, and I thank Mercury I am, Noble-mens-services, or the places about Fools, Prodigals, or allowed of Madmen, which is the same. But you must be secret, Boys; keep your tongues idle, and set your wits to work, and in a short time we will be our Master's Equals in Fortune, keep men ourselves, and be company for the best.  Enter Valasco and Perigrine. Val. 
What's that Fellow going to do with those Boys?  Per. 
I warrant he is some Parish Officer, and is having them to some House of Correction.  Val. 
I'll ask him. Prithee Friend, what dost thou intend to do with those Boys?  Grac. 
Perform one of the works of mercy on them; clothe the naked: put 'em into Liveries, and let 'em out like Hackney-Coaches. It will be no small conveniency to younger Brothers when they go a wooing, to make themselves Fortunes among some of the She slender-wits, with full Purses, who are so taken with a Feather, Pages, and Footmen, that they had rather marry a man well attended, without either brain or money, than any one of more substance, and less show.  
I hope you are no Courtiers, Gentlemen.  Val. 
Why prithee?  Grac. 
For fear you should beg a Fine for my having the benefit of my brain for my Fortune, or get my design prohibited; but if you do, there's thousands will curse you; who, according to their occasions, would be glad (I most heartily) to know where to increase or lessen their Retinue, as their Purses would permit 'em, which is most commonly a young huffing Gallants very uncertain friend?  Val. 
Do you hear this jeering Rascal?  Per. 
It was ever so; your ordinary Fellows have no Breeding; they'll throw out their jests at any time, let it light where it will, though their Crowns be cracked for it: and though they be blunt Fellows, their words many times have sharp edges.  Val. 
Well, farewell Friend; if we are no Courtiers, one of us has been a Soldier, and they ought by their Profession to be as good at begging.  Grac. 
That's true, but they are not so successful; they commonly act like themselves bluntly, without consideration, and are usually denied without much ceremony; therefore if one of you is still a Soldier, you might be heartily glad if the King could unanimate you▪ and set you up in his Armoury, that when he had no Wars, you might have no wants.  Per. 
Well, God a-mercy Telltruth.  Grac. 
Come Boys, I'll go case you first,  [Exit per with Valasco.] 
Then have you to my Lord in Whimsy.   

Scene 4. Enter Melynet, and presently after a Page.  Page. 
Sir, here is a Letter my Lord Lotharicus sent when you were abroad.  [Exeunt. Breaks it open, and reads. Mel. 
— My Lord, I have persuaded your Fair Mistress to the Gardens this night; where, if you think fit, you may take the opportunity of discovering your Passion: if not, I will, according to my promise, be your faithful Advocate; and hope to place you in that esteem in her thoughts, as may give you what is but Justice, the Precedency of all the rest of your Rivals; which is a service passionately courted by  
Your faithful servant, Lotharicus.  
And must be treacherously rewarded!  
Base Fortune! that offers me no other ways to come to  
Greatness, but by the paths of Infamy! But hold Honour,  
forbear thy whispers in my Soul.  
I'm too far gone, thou sound'st retreat too late,  
And now, for Virtues pay, no more will wait.  
I'll not rewards in th'other world expect,  
And present benefits for hope neglect.  
It is Ambition's Dictates I pursue,  
And following them, I cannot stay with you:  
Then toss my Soul no more in Tempests so,  
Nor make my Conscience thus my Fortune's Foe.  
Go, and in Prince's minds take up thy Seat,  
I'll not forget thee quite, when once I'm great.  
Marcelia, I am coming to throw such rage and jealousy into thy heart, as shall, like Lightning, consume thy love for thy Lotharicus; I'll raise a Tempest that shall destroy him, and give no warning by a Thunderclap.  Exit.  

Scene 5. Enter Marcelia and Desha.  Marc. 
Methinks this day has time much longer then usually they are; strangely long, to me at least it seems so: How has done to thee?  Desha. 
As others, Madam; I have no cause to make me judge this days motion slower than the rest.  Marc. 
No more have I.  Desh. 
It would not seem so tedious then in passing. But Madam, I much wonder▪ My Lord Lotharicus has not been here to day.  Marc. 
Very well applied: but the hours took not their increase, I will assure you, from his absence; not but that his company would have made 'em much more pleasant I confess.  Desh. 
And by consequence not so long.  Marc. 
I wish my Cousin Melynet were here; and yet his conversation now is not very diverting: The flowing of his Fortune has given his Mirth an Ebb.  Enter a Page. Page. 
Madam, here is my Lord Melynet.  [Exit Page. Desh. 
Madam, you see your wishes has their grant, as soon as asked.  Enter Melynet. Marc. 
Cousin, your servant: you were the last I was talking of, and sure I am you are the first I see.  Mel. 
I dare not credit such a Compliment; two such Obligations are too eminently great at once, for any but Lotharicus.  Marc. 
If you knew how unkind he has been to day, you would not judge so.  Mel. 
Alas, I know.  [Sighs. Marc. 
What?  Mel. 
I know not what I was about to say, my head's so full of business, one thought drives out another.  Marc. 
Sure whatsoever they are, they are but troublesome reflections; they have changed your humour strangely. But pray Cousin tell me, What is it that so much destroys the quiet of your mind, and makes you wear so sad a countenance? You need no: fear to trust me with a secret, though I am a Woman: My friendship cannot let me see you so much a stranger to your wonted temper, without desire to bear a part of your misfortune.  Mel. 
I do so little doubt your kindness, that I fear your love would make you take the greatest share; and that almost certain knowledge makes me keep it from you. But leave this discourse, Has not Lotharicus been here to day?  Marc. 
No Cousin; he has not been so kind.  Mel. 
Not here to day! poor Cousin.  Sighs. Marc. 
What's the matter, dear Melynet, tell me; You look surprised: is not Lotharicus well?  Mel. 
Very well.  Marc. 
Why did you sigh, and look so sad?  Mel. 
Sure you mistook: And if I did, it was only pitying your condition: I know the time must seem tedious when an expected Lover does not come: And if you please to make it less appear, we'll take a walk into the Gardens.  Marc. 
I shall willingly accept that offer; for some Air, after so hot a day, will not appear unpleasant.  Exeunt.  

Scene 6. Enter Lotharicus and Arcasia, in a Garden.  Loth. 
Are you still resolved then to make all your servants equally unhappy Madam? Shall not he be blessed to boast the glory of your favours?  Arcas. 
I am so far, my Lord, from putting such a value on my weak Merits, that I conceive he would be most unfortunate that I should choose; and therefore being so equally obliged to all for their esteem, I will never be so injuriously unjust to any.  Loth. 
I am sorry I must prove so unfortunate a Suppliant for one whom I so much esteem, and does so well deserve.  Arcas. 
My Lord, I should but ill demonstrate the friendship that I have still professed to pay you, if my consent to your request should give you power to wrong your friend so far: You see I am too solicitous to keep up your interest in all hearts, as well as mine, e'er to consent to be the cause that you should justly forfeit it.  Loth. 
I'll stand the hazard, Madam, of all dangers in that kind; my fears are far greater from my unsuccessful suit; and therefore 'tis in vain to think to compliment me out of my request: that Court-quality I am too well acquainted with, to be deceived in Madam.  Arcas. 
I see, my Lord, our intentions want Interpreters, as well as Languages; they are so seldom undertood in their true meaning. But since you will force me in my own vindication to make good what I've said, I think you do not love your friend, or else you'd not prefer him where you have given such convincing proofs you did not like; for if you had, you would have doubtless asked the service for yourself, as well as have bespoken it for another.— It takes; I could laugh extremely [aside. to see how strangely I have surprised him, and how seriously he is studying complementally to word a Tragical Denial to my Comical Affection.  
I perceive, my Lord, you little thought to have found a Courtship where you came to make one; but persons of Merit are often subject to such accidents. I have heard some swear they have had a hundred of them in their days; nay some, more than Arithmetic could number: I hope your Conquest is not yet arrived to such a large account: You see, my Lord, how different our intentions are, I strive to gain you for myself, and you to win my for another.  Loth. 
I know, Madam, the greatness of your heart too well, to have the vanity to think you would throw away your favours on one, whose wants in all things worthy such a blessing, forbids his boldness to attempt to beg it.  Arcas. 
My Lord, pray spare that confidence in your friend behalf, which for yourself do so much decline: And to recompense that Obligation, I will no longer fright you with my pretended Passion: I am your friend in substance, your Lover but in Chimaera: But I thought it Justice to deprive his heatr of quiet, that came to rob my Soul of Reason.  [They walk up and down, and talk softly; he makes several bows and submissions to her. Enter Melynet and Marcelia. Marc. 
There's Lotharicus Cousin.  Mel. 
Where? Ha! Lotharicus, and she with him!  Marc. 
Who is it Cousin? do you know her?  Mel. 
No matter who she is, or whether she were at all.  Marc. 
I am afraid, and yet I know not what I fear: I'll go meet her, and see who she is, see if I know her.  Mel. 
Her name's Arcasia; go not for the world; you are undone and if you do.  Marc. 
Why, what secret does your Soul contain, by which you judge I must be so unfortunate? I must and will go.  Mel. 
Pray stay, your Passion will betray too much Love, and make that prove his scorn, which once created all his happiness. Come, let us be gone.  Marc. 
Cousin, you are unkind, to put my till-now settled joys upon the rack of so much fear: I cannot stir; I here shall fix like a cold Marble Statue.  
See how he does his Adorations pay!  
Thus, poor Marcelia, he did thee betray!  
Methinks his Soul should shake to let Heaven see his Perjury: But Cousin, could you, as I am sure you did, know he was false, and keep me ignorant of his being so?  Mel. 
I must confess I did, and found it too weighty for my friendship to support, and thought your Love would prove less able.  Marc. 
He than is false: unhappy knowledge, that comes so much too late, and yet so too too soon!  Mel. 
If your Courage equal but your other Excellencies, and that you will command your Passion to obey your Reason, I will secure you a Revenge shall equal his High Perjury,  
And make him burst with rage, or else return,  
And in the Hell of his past falsehood burn.  
But you must never let him know that you do think him changed for then all that you act, he will suppose the violence of your Love, and prove his pleasure, not his torment. Befriend your Sex's Honour, and be not thought to whine, to love, and be despised: Scorn and neglect him, but give him not a reason why; you are sufficiently convinced within; you have a Cause, and need not justify the Act by a Demonstration of it; that may Eclipse your Glory, and augment his Pride.  Marc. 
Oh that my dear Brother Euryalus were returned from his Travels! But I have ever known you Master of so much Reason, that I can hope no better assistance In this Extreme, where I will act a part, Your friendship counsels, though it break my heart.  Mel. 
Come, let's be gone then, lest we are discovered.  Marc. 
We need not: See, they are about to leave the Garden by the other gate. Oh my Lotharicus! But why do I say my Lotharicus?  
The art false Lotharicus,? and lost to me,  
Unless these wash away thy Perjury.  [She weeps. Mel. 
Can you shed tears for one that you should hate? Such meanness shows you merit such a Fate.  
Leave: you have made a Conquest much more glorious, the King adores you, whom if you ne'er can love, will make you at least thus far fortunate, that your perfections will with greater splendour shine in the whole world's Opinion. My advice is, that you use it to your own advantage, and either build your Fortune, or reduce your Servant; for if you fail in both, your judgement will be questioned.  
By favouring one, the other may repent;  
And all I wish is but your high content.  
If that your seeming change can't make him burn,  
To build your greatness, all your Passions turn:  
Command, as sovereign, him you would obey;  
Make him your Slave, that did your Love betray.  Marc. 
I cannot promise I shall e'er be free,  
But I will colours wear of Victory;  
And my sad thoughts dress up in such disguise,  
As shall deceive the most informing eyes.  
Thus I an inward Martyr must become,  
And seem to triumph, when I'm most undone.  Exeunt.  

Scene 7. Enter Moriphanus and Graculus.  Mor. 
In my mind, Graculus, I am most completely modified: All the rest of my Brother Gallants may keep their beds, or put on their riding suits to day; I shall not leave, I think, an eye of a Lady for one of them: I shall have a fling at all their hearts; I am armed from head to foot with such an assault of bravery, Graculus; some will be taken with the Graniture of my shoes, others with the silk of my Suit; some with my Band, others with my Periwig will be lost in Love. The Widow Perilla, and all.  Grac. 
But the Devil a one with your person, I [aside dare swear.— But you have left out the wonderfull'st temptation of all, your Lordship's Wisdom.  Mor. 
I had forgot it, it was quite out of my head, Graculus: if it had been much in the mode, I should have remembered it: but hang'▪ 'tis almost out of fashion: not one Gallant of a hundred makes any reckoning of it. To say the truth, Graculus, it may well be left off now, for it has been in use ever since the creation by report.  Grac. 
'Tis very true in troth, and things of much greater value have been laid aside for antiquity sake: for, for aught that I can find, it is all that can be alleged against Honesty, that it is old. But I hope there will be some Wardrobes made of these castaway clothes of our Ancestors▪ that the next Age, if they like it better than ours does, they may bring it into use again: for they are now both ashamed to show their faces.— But my Lord, you have forgot to buy a Sword.  Mor. 
But I remember that it is unlawful to commit Murder, that's the reason, Graculus.  Grac. 
The Reason, for what?  Mor. 
For not laying out my money to no purpose, on a thing I shall never use.  Grac. 
You know not what occasion may be offered.  Mor. 
I know the greatest that can be, shall be none to me: whem I'm resolved, I'm resolved. Besides, I have made a solemn Oath on my own part to that, never to break it; and that makes it a double obligation.  Grac. 
You had as good put it to the hazard in the Natural way of breaking it, if an affront require it; for I doubt you'll hardly live without.  Mor. 
I'll warrant thee, Graculus, I'll come into no such Criminaries; I'll not fight for my Religion, I'll sooner leave it: nor for my Estate, I will sooner let it go. And if it were not High-Treason against the King, and hanging-Treason against my own Neck, I would tell thee what I would do for the King too.  Grac. 
Never fear my Lord; you know if you should come to be hanged, the sooner it is done, the sooner you are out of the danger of attempting or receiving Manslaughter, or wilful Murder.  Mor. 
I well tell thee, for I cannot hold; why, Graculus, neither more nor less, than I will do for my Religion, and my Estate; that is as good as to say, and the very selfsame thing that I have said, I will not fight: No, and if nothing else can serve turn, against the World, the Flesh, and the Devil, they shall even take their course with me Graculus.  [Knock without. (Graculus looks out, returns and says. Grac. 
My Lord, here's all your Pages, Footmen, Gentleman of the Horse, Secretary, Valet de Chambre, Steward, Butler; here's all your whole Family in view.  Mor. 
Why, I did not bid thee take me any other servants but Footmen.  [Enter all the Boys in Liveries. Grac. 
No more I have not, my Lord, but all these several Officers are to be hatched out of these Eggs.  Mor. 
I am much pleased: I'll go to a Play first, then to the Gardens, come home late, go to bed without a supper, for fear of being sick with a full stomach.  Grac. 
But what shall the Boys and I do, my Lord?  Mor. 
Do as I do▪ I'll have as much care of their healths, as of my own.  Grac. 
So, very good; here's clothing of the naked, and starving of the hungry: The last is to be put for a Spiritual Work of Mercy, for it has much of Air in it.  Mor. 
I cannot see my way Graculus; I'll turn the hinder part of my head of hair before.  [Going out he stumbles. Grac. 
Hang these Periwig makers, they have made the Bush so big, the Owl can't see through it.  Exeunt.  

Scene 8. Enter King and Lords.  Alm. 
The King is strangely discomposed.  Val. 
ay, and if I am not much mistaken, it is some Female Beauty causes his high distemper.  Lucid. 
Well, if this be the effects of Love, I hope I shall never let my eyes sacrifice the contentment of my heart to any She alive.  Alm. 
Indeed when Women govern there, farther than in Compliment, they strangely unhinge men's humours.  (The King whispers Valasco. Valasco goes to them again.) Val. 
It is his Majesty's will that we should leave him: Only, if Melynet comes, that happy Favourite of Fortune, he is allowed admittance.  (Exeunt all but the King. King. 
Were Friendship half so diligent as Love's impationt, Melynet had e'er this crowned my desires with some assurance of success, or left me to the force of my Dispair; for hopes and fears are the Gonvulsions of the mind: Fantastic Fortune! that madest me both at once, a King and Captive, fettering my heart when thou didst Crown my head.  
By Acts, like these, 'tis Love does make us know,  
He in his Slaves does no distinction show.  
When by a Sov'raigns' right I Millions sway,  
That makes me most a Woman's Power obey.  
ay, that my Neighbouring Kingdoms keep in fear,  
Can nothing bring to daunt this passion here.  (Points to his heart. 
It braves my Courage, and my Honour too;  
Oh Conquering Love, what is't thou canst not do!  
Thou tumblest mighty Empires to the ground;  
Nothing beyond thy Circulation's found.  Enter Melynet. Mel. 
Welcome my dearest Friend, beyond all wishes but Marcelia's Love.  
I dare not ask thee, yet I fain would know,  
What I shall hear too soon, or else too slow.  Mel. 
Sure, Sir, my Looks does not a Sentence wear,  
To give your wishes reason to despair:  
My Face would ill interpret (then) the joy  
I have, and bring you, if it hopes destroy.  King. 
Does my fair Mistress than my Love allow?  
Tell me Melynet, tell me quickly how?  
I am impatient; thou didst never know  
What Passion was, thy answer comes so slow.  
Will she, for me, her loved Lotharicus quit?  Mel. 
Love is a Child; she'll rule it with her wit. I find Sir, nothing so powerful in her heart, to give your Majesty's hopes discouragement: Something has lately happened, by which Lotharicus has lost some ground in her affection; and that which makes me almost confident, Sir, of your success, is she seems much more to doubt the truth I tell her of your Love, then disapprove it; and where that is strongly urged, the Present never is unwelcome.  King. 
'Tis true: but their desires of taking in of heart proceeds not always from their Inclinations; it is the general humour of that Sex to glory in the number of their Sacrifices, yet hardly will allow in their whole lives to pay the interest of one Offering back.  Mel. 
Were they as cautious in their gifts of Love, as you conclude them, Sir, their Sex had ne'er been taxed of so much Levity.  King. 
My fears are only now, she will not change; and if she does, I then shall fear as much she'll change again.  
How can he happy be, whose unkind Fate,  
Gives in his grearest joy, a doubting State?  Mel. 
Never give way, Sir, to thoughts so injurious to your quiet; her Reason will soon shake off her Feverish Relics of Affection to Lotharicus: they will perhaps some little time make a weak opposition; but the Antidote I have given her of your Majesty's inclinations, will infallibly expel that poison.  King. 
I'll go and visit her presently, Melynet, that from my own experimented hopes, as well as thine, I may secure my heart.  Mel. 
Sir, if I may without offence persuade your Maesty, defer it till the solemnity of your Birth-day's past: I then will bring her to the Court, and there the particular honour that your Majesty may do her by a public Address, giving by that the Laurel to her beauty from the other fair ones, will infinitely conduce unto the conquest. There is no surer way, than baiting of their pride to catch their hearts.  King. 
I will expect that seeming Age of time.  
How I shall pass it, none but those can tell,  
That heaven has seen, and yet must stay in hell.  Exeunt. 
The End of the Second Act.    


Act III. Scene I.  Enter Lucidore. Luc. 
I must go look my longing Lords, and whet up their desires of seeing my Mistress, with a day or two's expectation longer, the sight will come too cheap else, and lessen their obligations, if I afford it at their first request.  Enter Valasco, Almeric, Peregrine. Val. 
Oh my Lord, you are well met: we were coming to you for performance of your promise: we could hold out no longer, you have raised our hopes to such a height of expectation.  Alm. 
I' faith the fancy of her beauty does so haunt our imaginations, we cannot sleep nor eat quietly for conceiting of her, what I dare swear shall never prove.  Luc. 
Well, conceit her what you please, you are not like to see her this two long days, and so farewell.  Per. 
Nay, we'll go with thee and haunt thy ghost, till thou lettest us see the desired apparition.  Exeunt.  

Scene 2. Enter Lotharicus at one door, and Melinet at another.  Loth. 
I do not think but we were both of us upon one design, going in pursuit of one another.  Mel. 
You have reason to believe, my Lord, I carry a passion in my heart, sufficiently impatient till I know my doom, which you ere this had found the effect of, but that Marcelia has kept me some hours her Prisoner, to make me promise to carry her to Court.  Loth. 
I then perceive I am discarded from that service: and were you any but the person that you are, I should grow jealous of you.  Mel. 
To divert you from that humour, pray satisfy my wishes, how do you find Arcasia's inclinations? I durst not come myself, and stand the Sentence.  Loth. 
I cannot give you hopes as you deserve; her resolution seems at present to be fixed still to be Mistress of her own freedom; She says, the service of no man living shall prevail to buy her out: I hope time may change her humour; womens' first resolutions seldom stand good in Law against their second thoughts: This for your satisfaction, you have no Rival that's more fortunate.  Mel. 
If I must not possess her heart, I'll pleasure take at least to think no other does.  
And hope, while 'tis to an Election free,  
Fortune at last may kindly give it me.  Exeunt.  

Scene 3. Enter Marcelia.  Marc. 
How shall I force myself to show disdain,  
Since still, in spite of me, he here will reign?  
Love will not quit this place to rage or scorn,  Points to her heart. 
But keeps his Interest as the Eldest born.  
Reason and Honour, whither are ye gone?  
That I this Childish Passion find so strong.  
Will you be slaves to Love? resign the Field?  
So many Odds, and yet so poorly yield.  
But 'tis not much our weak Sex should submit,  
Since Man's courageous Soul can't Master it.  Enter Page. Page. 
My Lord Lotharicus is come, Madam.  (Exit Page. Marc. 
Well.  Enter Lotharicus at a distance. 
He comes.  
Grief now retire; act here thy Tragic part,  Points to her heart. 
But do not make my eyes betray my heart.  Loth. 
I'm come Marcelia.—  (Goes to embrace her. Marc. 
— Whither pray so fast?  (Puts him back. 
They often fall that make too much of haste.—  Loth. 
Has my forced absence made you angry grow?  Marc. 
You do mistake; your coming makes me so.  Loth. 
Ha! what's this I hear! I know it cannot be,  
Thou art not changed thus to thyself, nor me.  
This coldness comes not, Dearest, from thy heart;  
It is some pretty trick of Love and Art.  
Yet sure you do not so my passion doubt,  
You need to take these ways to find it out.  Marcelia turns aside. Marc. 
I scorn much Art, but I could rage express,  
To see he'd fool me with a new Address.  (Turns to him. 
Indeed I do not; and I must confess  
With the same truth, my own is grown much less.  Loth. 
I am surprised; Can you unblushing say,  
You have your Faith and Honour thrown away?  
Come, come, no more; you'll make my fears, too strong:  Marc. 
I care not what they are, so you'd be gone.  Loth. 
What is't you mean, Marcelia? what to do?  Marc. 
No more, nor less, but tell you what is true.  
I'm changed: Is that so great a wonder grown?  
There are examples from both Sexes known.  
I wish you'd leave me now; I fain would be  
From Conversation, as from Passion free.  
This is no Compliment I must confess:  
But, without study, 'tis my humour's dress.  Loth. 
Are you Marcelia that I did adore?  
I may be gone, grief lets me say no more.  Exit. Marc. 
He's gone, and does a seeming passion show,  (sighs 
Such as none hardly from a true can know.  
It is no wonder Women ruined be,  
If all can counterfeit as well as he.  (Sit down. Enter Melynet. Mel. 
What new misfortune does your Soul oppress?  Marc. 
Lotharicus has been here; you now may guests.  Mel. 
For him still sad! Fie, fie, you are too blame,  
To let your Love so much your courage shame.  Marc. 
When Love and Reason has a War begun,  
Grief can't be hid, until the victories won.  Mel. 
If he were here, I'm sure he was so wise,  
With his first flame, his fecond to disguise:  
I know he with great oaths confirmed his Passion,  
He did not else dissemble well in fashion.  Marc. 
He did as much as Love could make those do,  
That found their Mistress false, when they were true.  Mel. 
That sight, I hope, straight moved you to belief.  Marc. 
It did not that, but it increased my grief.  
No, I have done, what I but ill could do,  
I scorned him much, to keep my word with you.  
I hope that time will make it natural grow;  
Till than my heart will never quiet know.  Mel. 
No more, no more of these sad thoughts; I am come to beg a favour of you; it is to go to Court with me to night, and see the Mask; it will divert you much.  Marc. 
Such sights to sickened joys sorrows augment,  
A Grave can only (now) give me content.  Mel. 
I must not, nor I will not be denied.  Marc. 
I'm by my promise, to your counsels tied.  Exeunt.  

Scene 4. Enter Moriphanus, Graculus, and Footmen.  Mor. 
There's to be some doings to day at Court, 'tis the King Birthday; Graculus, thee and I'll go see't.  Grac. 
I wish we could, my Lord, but they'll not let us in.  Mor. 
Not let us in! that's a good one; not let us in!  Walks up and down, and looks upon himself, pulls out a great deal of money. 
Not let us in! what think'st thou, Graculus, will not good store of these tempt? Besides, I am as gallant as the proudest of them, and as impudent as the best: And I'll tell thee, Graculus, they shall not keep us out: I'll fill my Hat of these, and cry, Make room Courtiers.  Grac. 
That, I confess, my Lord, will be an excellent Orator for us; it is the most taking Language to speak in to all persons; 'tis strangely intelligible!— But, my Lord, let you and I do a frolic for once: You are infinitely brave, and I am in my worst clothes, and for sport's sake, let us see which shall get in firft: Let me carry the full Exchequer in my pocket, and do you carry an Eloquent Oration, which shall be picked out for your purpose from some of Cicero's works.  Mor. 
Tell not me of works, as long as I carry a Key shall do the work for us both.  Exeunt.  

Scene 5. Enter Lotharicus.  Loth. 
How weak is man, to place so much of his contentment in a Woman, whose change depends on their unconstant humours, not their Reason! Those joys must needs be still uncertain of which they are Foundations. Ha! now I think of it, Melynet told me she had engaged him to carry her to Court: Sure she does design some Conquest there; perhaps Ambition has supplanted Love. Oh Jealousy! thou Torturer of the heart! I find thou now beginnest to seize my Soul! I'll be there too—.  
By strict observance I'll her thoughts discover;  
See if I'm scorned in hopes of some new Lover.  Exit.  

Scene 6. Enter several Lords and Ladies, and take their Seats: Presently after the King, Lucidore, Perigrine, Almeric, and other Attendants. The King looks round, and bows to all the Ladies.  King. 
Look to your hearts, my Lords, to night; Love is resolved, I find, to set them all to work: He has sent so many Beauties hither, I fear I shall go off myself a Prisoner.  Per. 
If you become engaged, Sir, 'tis all our duties to attend your Majesty.  Luc. 
I am gone already.  Alm. 
How Lucidore? what's become of your Mistress?  Luc. 
Faith even crowded up in a corner of my heart, out of civility to make these Lady's room.  King. 
Which is the Beauty that has charmed thee, Lucidore?  Luc. 
Your Majesty would laugh, if I should tell you how that devilish little blind God has served me.  King. 
Prithee let me hear then.  Luc. 
Faith, Sir, that the Ladies might not fall out about the Conquest, he has made me in Love with all; with every one: he has compounded their several Beauties, and given it me at once in a Pill.  King. 
So many Ladies taken in Love-powder at once, I confess, is a good large proportion.  Luc. 
All my hopes is, they'll prove like Leaden Bullets, one make another pass.  King. 
Well, well, Lucidore; Cupid will find his time to make you love in earnest, grow tame, and melancholy.  Val. 
Sir, he has a Mistress for all he talks thus madly, and has engaged that we shall see her.  King. 
He's mad indeed then  Luc. 
Does your Majesty think that Love will bring me into my wits?  King. 
I think it can hardly put thee farther out.  Luc. 
Well, if he turns once a mender of Headpieces, by my consent he shall be employed first among Statesmen, that sit at the Stern in Government of Nations: As for my particular, I'll dispense with my own cure; till he has done his work in that kind; for the general good aught to be preferred before private interest.  Alm. 
He has found him an employment will hold him tack till the day of Judgement, without having any thing to do with private brains.  The King talks to Almeric: Moriphanus knocks to get in, Valasco looks out, sees him, and turns to Lucidore. Val. 
O'my Conscience here is the supposed Lord at the door, we have heard so much talk of by his incomparable dress.  Luc. 
Prithee let him in, he'll make us very merry: It will be more divertisement to the King and Ladies, than the Masque.  Val. 
But he has brought a whole Regiment of Footmen with him.  Luc. 
Keep them out; but let him in prithee.  Enter Moriphanus and Graculus. Lucidore goes to the King. Luc. 
And please your Majesty, here's a supposed Lord will make you laugh: He takes himself, I believe, for an Ambassador; he comes from Yellow-land, a Country adjacent to Green-land, I am confident by his dress.  King. 
I confess, if his inside be like his King smiles. out, he will not be wanting to us for sport: I think you must attaque him Lucidore.  Moriphanus looks much upon himself, and walks up towards Lucidore. Luc. 
I see he'll begin with me first, and please your Majesty.  Mor. 
I hear there is to be dancing here to night; so I was resolved to come and make one, with the rest of my fellow Noblemen.  Luc. 
You wrong yourself, my Lord, if you think here's any one fit to be your fellow, you are not to be matched in ne'er a Court in Christendom.  Mor. 
No, Sir, I came not with that intention; my heart is disposed of, and therefore you'll lose your labour, lose your labour in troth, to speak in the behalf of any of these Ladies, if they were in love to death with me; for all that I can do for them, after I have said, die they must, and dead they were, is, God have mercy of their Souls.  Luc. 
'Tis a hard case for you all, Ladies; you hear the doleful answer before you ask the question. To Graculus. Pray what's your inexorable Lords name?  Grac. 
He's of an ancient Family, I assure you, Sir; he's allied to above three parts of the world; his name, Mor-if-an-ass, which is by interpretation, turning it backward,— If an Ass, there's more.  Luc. 
I am informed of your Pedigree, my Lord, by your man; I am acquainted with abundance of your house, I thank 'em, they have made me very merry.  Mor. 
I believe your Lordship, they'll let none be sad of their acquaintance; every one that comes into their companies, or mine, we look upon as one of us.  Enter Melynet and Marcelia at one door, and Lotharicus at another privately. The King looks earnestly on Marcelia. King. 
Melynet, you are a happy man; and will be no less envied, whose interest could bring so great a wonder to the Court to night, so dazzling a Sun at midnight.  Mel. 
She will be much more envied Sir, and if she shine foe in your Sphere.  King. 
Bring here that conquering Beauty.  Marc. 
I know the distance of a Subject, Sir, too well, proudly to take what I have so little Title to by Birth or Nature.  King. 
By one 'tis lefs than you deserve; and you already have gained that interest here, Points to his heart. you easily may make the other undisputed too.  Marc. 
Victories so much above belief, excuse those that your Majesty gives them to for your divertisement, from a Reply.  King. 
But you have no cause Madam, to plead that reason for your silence; you know your power too well, but you decline to own it from other Motives, which in your answer, possibly, would speak you cruel.  Marc. 
I know none, Sir, shall ever keep me from, the due sense of what your Majesty is, and what I am; and if I both remember well, I hope my actions never shall offend my duty.  King. 
But if time, Marcelia, gives me no more of happiness then that, I shall be at as great a loss as now: Love does require to be answered with something of the same Species of its own.  Marc. 
Who wants the one, Sir, in that measure as their condition and their obligations ought to have it, never pays the other well.  The King talks to her softly, she smiles, and seems satisfied with what he says. King. 
Come fair Marcelia, I wish it may prove worthy the honour of thy view.  The King leads her off; all the rest of the Lords and Ladies follow.— Moriphanus catches one of the Ladies, and says: Mor. 
By your leave, my Lady, I am resolved to lay hold of you for my share.  (She laughs: He leads her out under the arm. Lotharicus stays behind, and grows into a rage at the Kings Courting Marcelia. Loth. 
Hell, and its Furies! Oh I must be gone!  
My Rage will for my Reason prove too strong.  
Woman! what art thou but man's tempting shame.  
That didst at first his soul with weakness stain:  
And still that power keep, and still betray.  
Oh that some Plague had took you all away!  
False Sex! that neither truth nor love does know,  
But what ambitious pride can overthrow.  
Thou Storm of Jealousy, thy sury lay,  
Or else my duty will be cast away.  
Oh Love! how you those raging Billows roll,  
Which whirlwinds of despair raise in my soul!  
Hold, hold, Revenge! if thou the victory gain,  
I shall my Honour with some Murder stain.  
It is my King that does my Rival grow;  
That Name is Sacred: Reason, keep it so  
Cruel Marcelia! since thou false wouldst prove,  
Why did you place so high your change in Love?  
Had any other robbed me of my rest,  
My Sword should search my quiet in his breast.  
Hence, hence, false woman! thou'rt unworthy grown;  
Still in this injured heart to keep thy Throne.  
In vain, Lotharicus, thou hop'st relief,  
Till death does give it, by the force of grief.  Exit.  

Scene 7. Enter Masquers, etc. The Masque ended.  King. 
You are sad, Marcelia, you take no pleasure in these divertisements.  Marc. 
I must confess, Sir, my humour was ever dull, unfit for mirth.  King. 
If you continue it, I shall become so too by Sympathy.  Exeunt Omnes: The King leading out Marcelia.  

Scene 8. Enter Lotharicus.  Loth. 
— My heart affords my soul no rest.  
But I will leave the Kingdom, go and try,  
Whether my Love will with her absence die:  
That is a cure in Infant Passions known;  
But thine, Lotharicus, too strong is grown:  
She in thy Soul her Empire will possess;  
Not all thy Power can make her Power less.  Enter Melynet. Mel. 
My Lord, I'm come as much oppressed with trouble from my Friendship, as I am sure you must be from your Love, to see yourself so wronged by an unconstant Woman.  Loth. 
Her injuries to me, will prove advantages to you; therefore you have no reason to share my grief, no more than I can take contentment in those joys her change may bring you, in the increasing favours of the King.  Mel. 
My Soul is not so mean, to wish to build my rising Honour on my Friends misfortunes: No, Lotharicus, whatsoever you think, my heart is generous enough to be content, that they should ebb to nothing, if that could bring Marcelia back to what she ought to be, and make you happy.  Loth. 
No more, dear Melynet, you are too brave, and I too base to doubt thee: But I have received such wrongs from Love, as something may excuse my questioning of Friendship.  Mel. 
It may, and justly does; you're wronged indeed; we both are injured; for she unworthily could find no other out, to make an instrument to your abuse, and her design, but me: I must be chose out that unhappy man to carry her to Court; as if she thought the trouble would not be great enough, unless she made your Friend to help it forward.  Loth. 
No, it was not that; she did believe your power there would make her more regarded, that gave you the employment.  Mel. 
Curse on the Cause, if her desires from that did find success; my power there made your affection's ruin. What fatal minute was my unhappy interest born in! But I'll revenge myself; I'll set all the Engines in the Court to work, and blast her growing hopes of ever being a Queen: 'Tis those that puff her up to the contempt she does express of your affections.  Loth. 
Has she then boasted to you of her neglects?  Mel. 
ay, and gloried in her Falsehood; but I hope she shall be made repent from her lost expectations.  Loth. 
I must confess that would allay part of my misery, to see her unsuccessful in her ambitious wishes; the news of that would be acceptable when I am gone.  Mel. 
You gone! whither my Lord?  Loth. 
I do intend to leave the Kingdom with all the speed I can.  Mel. 
I cannot wish it; yet I must confess 'tis wisely done.  
I must approve what I would fain prevent;  
But I believe you'll then find most content.  
And, may be, when she knows that you are gone,  
Her pride may grow more weak, her love more strong.  Loth. 
I know not that; but I must beg your pardon sor I must go and take some Order about my Journey: I will not now bid you my last Adieu; but when we meet again, I then believe that we shall part for ever.  Exit Lotharicus. Mel. 
I shall be much deceived else: All things happen as I could wish; Fortune has plotted for me.  
She's a good Assistant where she is a Friend,  
Fix her but constant stars until the end.  Enter Du-Prette. Du-Pr. 
My Lord, the King has sent for you.  Mel. 
I'll go to him presently; but I must give thee instructions first concerning that I entrusted last night to thy fidelity: Lotharicus intends to travel speedily; make it thy business to know directly when he goes, and follow him; I'll furnish thee with moneys this night: Do it as soon as thou canst with any safety, thy reward shall wait thee: Be sure and speedy, and make thy Master thine for ever; and one more powerful than he to pay thy services.  Du-Pr. 
I want not courage, Sir; and for my Conscience, it reaches, I'll assure you, from one Pole to the other; he cannot travel out of the compass of it.  Exeunt.  

Scene 9 Enter Lucidore, Peregrine, and Valasco.  Per. 
What ail'st thou to laugh so? To Lucidore.  Luc. 
To think how impatient you are to see one of the oldest Witches in the world: For, to deal ingenuously with you, my Mistress is neither better nor worse, but even so.  Alm. 
Why, thou hast not brought us hither to put such a trick upon us?  Luc. 
Put her upon you: As bad as she is, I love her too well, and have too much use for her myself, to compliment you so far to make you any such offer.  Per. 
We shall without any opposition in our inclinations leave you her possession: Were she blind, lame, deaf, or dumb, or any thing else but Old, 'twere tolerable: But Old do you say?  Luc. 
ay, as the Creation almost.  Per. 
Why, certainly thou art turned Projector, and think'st to go to heaven with a new invention by the mortified way of sinning: you had e'en as good take the old Road, for the Devil will waylay you in the journey; and where he sends a Post-boy for a Guide, the Passengers commonly lodge at his Inns.  Val. 
What is she Old does he say? O most abominable, insupportable, intolerable, Old! Why art thou so mad in all things else, and so tame in the choice of thy Mistress? Old! Oh Time! what would women give they had you by the ears, to pull you back again!  Per. 
We may let that string alone; for there are some of our Sex would be bribing as deep as any of them for that benefit, for many reasons: First, because they would have the World a little like Heaven, by times going backward and forward, and by that means prevented of coming to an end. Secondly, from a just belief, that Ladies doubt not of that in us, which we so much despise in them; they care not to marry Methusalem, no more than we do the Witch of Endor.  Luc. 
And yet, before any of your brains are worthy of the place of Privy-Councel, Old Age must have lent you some of his Experiments, as well as Nature Wit..  Alm. 
Then thou took'st thy Mistress to fit thee for a Politician?  Luc. 
If she live so long with me till I come to be made use of in that kind, I shall owe much to her power I dare swear.  Val. 
Prithee, for laughter-sake, let us see this Wonder-worker.  Luc. 
Well, keep your distance, and you shall.  Alm. 
Thou hast given us caution enough in her Character of Antiquity for that.  Per. 
I'll be hanged if she be either Old, or Ugly; she might be her own Guardian then; he need not keep her under Lock and Key.  The Scene opens, and there lies heaps of money up and down; and there stands five persons about the Table with bags in their hands, dressed in Antic habit: (as others at the door) They come out and dance, and keep time with their Bags and Pockets. Luc. 
What think you, Gentlemen, of her? There she is; and her Attendants: Her servants shall give you a Dance. They all laugh. The Dance ended.  
You see this is the Mistress of my heart and pleasure; I purchase her by the sale of my Lands.  Per. 
And yet I'll be hanged if she does not run away from thee.  Luc. 
Well, I am of thy mind for that: But do you not all love her? Confess, confess.  Per. 
The truth of it is, we should all lie horribly if we did deny that; we all adore her, and are her most humble and faithful servants; for without her, there is no satisfaction in this World.  Luc. 
No, nor hardly a place in the other World, in Hell or Heaven, but what she helps to purchase. You may send your Venture by her to which you please.  Val, 
That's true Lucidore; but I believe thou only keep'st a Correspondence in the Lower Region.  Luc. 
I do so: It was always my Fortune to keep company with such as you are, all Merchants of that place: I do not think yet amongst us all, we have interest enough to make one Bill of Exchange so good as to pass there.  Per. 
There's not one of a thousand that goes about to try till fifty or threescore, nor so much as think of it; the Seas are very rough thither, and troublesome.  Luc. 
ay, hang't; and one shall be sure to be pleasure-sick all the way, and must be still taking of bitter Potions to expel the gross humours of our inclinations; not one Cordial allowed of; live or die, sink or swim, not one satisfaction to be had till the Voyage is ended: I am not old enough yet to think of Fasting and Prayer,; when I have some years over my head, I shall begin to do as other Grave ones have done before me, leave those Vices that will no longer keep me company, and think of Heaven out of necessity.  Per. 
Nay, I dare swear, thou wilt not endeavour to go thither, till thou art a Cripple both by diseases and time, if Death will let thee live so long.  Luc. 
I believe thou wouldst be as glad as I, that thy life was Copy-hold-Land, that as one were out, thou mightest renew another.  
I hate such Fools, us cannot be content  
With pleasures which that World to this hath lent.  (Exeunt Omnes. 
The End of the third Act.    


Act IV. Scene I.  The Scene changed to Lions. Enter Lotharicus passing one way, and Euryalus another. Eury. 
Ha! my dearest Friend Lotharicus! what unexpected accident of Fortune has given me this happiness at Lions?  Loth. 
Her most malicious one to me.  Eury. 
How? Does our meeting, after so long an absence, prove so unwelcome? Time has a changing power over all things than I see.  Loth. 
Do not injure so much that friendship I have preserved so faithfully, and will continue to my Grave, that little time my griefs will let me live.  Eury. 
I fear Marcelia's dead, and dare not ask: The sadness of thy look confirms it to me.  Loth. 
She is indeed; and I, that Death no longer can outlive.  Eury. 
Poor Sister! Poor Marcelia!  Loth. 
You need not grieve, my Lord, she's only dead to me.  Eury. 
Can you believe I can be so insensible of losing in a Sister, what you so much lament the loss of in a Mistress? If she had perfections that rendered her worthy of your sorrow, they have as just a claim to mine.  Loth. 
Oh, dear Euryalus, it is not the death she owes to Nature makes me sad; it is her death to me, and all the Vows she made me.  Eury. 
How? do you tell me she's unworthy grown; so lost to Virtue? Lotharicus, do not strain friendship up so high, by charging of my Blood with Crimes.  Loth. 
I give them not that name; but I, with joy, would empty all my veins, and let life out, so that my knowledge gave my words the Lye.  Eury. 
Grown false without a Cause?  Loth. 
I say not so; I will not make her Accusation more guilty than it is.  Eury. 
I understand not this mysterious Language; if you have basely given her reason for to change, condemn not the effect of your own Act; but draw, and justify your injuring me in her.  Loth. 
She has a cause from her Ambition; but my Love was never yet so Criminal to give her any: You are like to have the King your Brother; that will render you I suppose contented, though it make your friend still miserable.  Eury. 
How, the King!  Loth. 
Yes: I give not this account for fear of fighting; you know I dare, and can, defend my life, though now death would become so welcome, I should unwillingly resist it.  Eury. 
ne'er think a Crown can come in competition with my friendship; I love my sovereign as a Loyal Subject, will give my Life and Fortunes to preserve his Rights, and him: This is my duties Obligation: But I had rather give Marcelia to thy Arms, then see her placed upon his Throne; nor shall she sit there and triumph over thy injured joys.  Loth. 
I cannot wish, my generous friend, that you should make your sense of my unhappiness, an injury to your Fortunes.  Eury. 
I'll sink 'em all, but I'll restore thee to thy lost contentment. I'll teach her ignorant Soul, that Acts of Honour is the Noblest greatness: I had rather have her live in Fame for Virtue when she's dead, then in a Title.  Loth. 
Pray force not her inclinations: I had rather still be miserable, then make her so from your Power. Gifts of constraint, though in themselves the highest blessing, are burdensome: Her person, without her heart, can be no happiness; and both, I know you cannot give me the possession of.  Eury. 
No more, my friend. How long do you intent to stay in these parts?  Loth. 
But till to morrow: My thoughts are restless, and I follow them.  Eury. 
How far do you intent to travel?  Loth. 
Till I arrive at my wished journeys end.  Eury. 
What place is that?  Loth. 
'Tis Death, 'tis Death, my Friend: till than I'll rove about the World, and give myself no constant habitation.  Exeunt. The Scene changes.  

Scene 2. Enter Marcelia and Desha.  Marc. 
My Brother is come to Lions, I hear; I will go write him word how false Lotharicus is proved. Go, send the Page where I bid you.  Desha. 
Yes, Madam.  Exit Desha. Marc. 
What strange effects of Fortune do I prove!  
How variously she in my life doth move!  
A Prince so brave, and in his Power so great,  
Forced to beg favours humbly at my feet:  
She never for thy glory more could do,  
Then she in that, Marcelia, did for you.  
Pride could not raise, nor swell my hopes more high,  
Then she has given me Power to satisfy:  
Nor can she bring my heart to more distress,  
Then she has done in all my happiness:  
Then bribe's me with a Crown to be content,  
And makes Ambition prove Love's Monument.  
But love, if true, did never Power know,  
That greater, than itself, could ever grow;  
But that of Heaven; when it within the Soul  
Does monstrous prove, and Virtue would control.  
No, no, I still must love whilst I have breath;  
Nothing can give my passion date, but death.  
But that Lotharicus mayn't pleasure take,  
To think that his doth sleep, and mine doth wake;  
I'll force my courage, give me to thee King,  
Though I shall be a heartless offering:  
And on a Throne in secret mourn that Fare  
Destroyed his Love, and raised me to such State.  
As Princes ought, I then will act my part,  
Not make my face prospective to my heart;  
Nor give the King's contentment cause to doubt,  
When his confined, my Love does wander out:  
My griefs and passions all shall inward burn;  
The brave, their bodies, makes their troubles Urn.  Exit. Scene changes to a Garden.  

Scene 3. Enter Perilla and Arcasia.  Arcas. 
This fine Evening, methinks, should fill the Garden full of company.  Enter Moriphanus, Graculus, and Boys. 
Ha! what have we here? A Knight of the Sun upon my life.  Per. 
You are mistaken, he goes for an Outlandish Lord.  Arc. 
Prithee what's his name?  Per. 
Moriphanus.  Arc. 
Oh, I know him now, at least in Character: he seeks to be your Servant.  Per. 
You are much deceived, it is to be my Master: The first time of his Visit he speaks all Matrimony, and left the discourse of Love for the second Interview: Marriage is the Captain, I will assure you, of his discourse, and Love the Lieutenant.  Arc. 
Nay, 'tis well if affection has any office in business of that kind; for there is nothing speaks a Gallant now so ill-bred, as Marrying and Loving both in a place. But prithee let's make towards him, for I long to be censuring your Servant: Perhaps I may find more Merit in him then report speaks, for that seldom knows any meanin disparagement, or praise.  (Laughs. Per. 
If your curiosity be so great, you shall go by yourself, for I'm resolved he shall not see me.  Arc. 
If his company be so troublesome, the most certain way to be-rid of it, is to marry him; and at the present put on your Mask, and that will secure you: for I must go that way and meet him.  (Laughs extremely. Per. 
Prithee what's the matter you laugh so exceedingly?  Arc. 
I am conceited you used your Servant very roughly when he waited on you last: Confess, did not you make your servants beat him?  Per. 
Why should you think so prithee?  Arc. 
By the trimming of his Suit with that deep Blue and Black: upon my Conscience it is an Emblem of some favours of yours in that kind; for he looks like one that would be cudgelled, put off his hat, and give thanks.  Per. 
Nay, for that matter, I dare swear for him, he would, as submissively as any man, take a beating, if any one would bestow the pains to give it him.  Arc. 
Well, I am most strangely taken with the Mounsieur, as I live; I'd give a hundred Pistols he were in love with me: My Doctor tells me I am going into a Consumption; but I dare swear his company but one two months would cure me. O most incomparable Don Quixot! what faces and postures he has!  Per. 
Prithee let us go, thou hast laughed enough; and if thou hold'st thy humour any longer, thou wilt put me into the same vein, and that will make me be looked on as a mad Widow.  Arc. 
The more mad, the more fashionable; as long as thou art sure thy Husband is safe enough, for ever coming back again to use thee worse by taking of it ill, thou needest not care.  Per. 
What would I give now that my Year of Mourning were as much worn out as my Melancholy?  Mor. 
Have I not seen you before, Ladies?  (Comes to them. Arc. 
That Question you must answer yourself; examine your memory, and give account to your knowledge: But if you have seen me before, and have forgot me, I shall take it inconceiveably ill, that you should have turned me out of your head as long as the room was empty.  Mor. 
What fine expressions these Ladies have for any thing they speak of, Graculus?  (Aside to his man. Grac. 
O yes, my Lord, they are so used to good Language, they can call you a Fool in a Compliment, and you shall be never the wiser for it.  Mor. 
Not the wiser for it, sayest thou?  Grac. 
No, not one jot I'faith.  Arc. 
Do you remember as yet?  Mor. 
No, upon my Honour, I can't call to mind neither your face, nor hers in the Mask.  Arc. 
Then your Lordship knows a face no better in a Vizard, than out of it. Are you not acquainted with out names neither?  Mor. 
No, I swear upon the Title of a Lord: But pray Ladies, do me that high favour to tell me what I may call you.  Arc. 
Why, we will give you leave to be our Godfather; call us what you please; but we dare not trust you with our Names, you are so great a Gallant: Shall we Perilla?  Mor. 
What is she my dearly beloved Mistress Perilla?  Arc. 
I thought as much; no sooner know her name, but taking away her reputation: You are gotten into the perfect Road of the Town I see.  Per. 
I am Perilla, since I am discovered, but not your Mistress.  Mor. 
By my Honour, I'll swear before all the Judges in the Kingdom, you are, and shall be.  Per. 
What, whether I will or no? Pray how many Mistrises more has your deserving Lordship?  Per. 
Not in possession, but in report; for a right Gallant never keeps account in that kind upon truth, but as his humour serves him for boasting, and his memory to repeat over a good long Catalogue of ladies' names.  Arc. 
Be sure to reckon, my Lord, that none of the rest of the Modes of the Town may give in a larger Bill of ladies' favours; for if you do, you are lost if you think of Marriage with her; for she has sworn whosoever she makes her Husband, shall have been as much, if not more, the Favourite of her Sex, than any.  Mor. 
Why, I can be as much as the best then in their esteem.  Arc. 
Can be? that's not enough, there's no glory to be had in that by talking upon supposition: You must say you have been.  Per. 
Well, you will not confess then how many Mistresses you have had, my Lord?  Mor. 
If you examine me upon Oath, I must; for my Conscience is very tender.  Per. 
Upon Oath? you may be confident I do.  Mor. 
Why then truly I must needs say, I have had all the Ladies almost in the Suburbs, and City, from the Bib to the Furred Gown, lay aside all thoughts of their Honour and Virtue for my sake.  Per. 
Well, your Lordship has gained much upon my affection, by this acknowledgement of the general favour you have had amongst us: I'll have your Mistresses polled, and if no young Blade bring me a larger Bill of Fare out of the Country, 'tis ten to one but you shall know my mind in a week or two.  Enter Peregrine and Lucidore. Per. 
That's the Widow I told thee of; Moriphanus is her Servant.  Luc. 
He shall be hanged before he shall have her; I could almost love her enough to Marry her myself.  Per. 
Nay, she's very rich too.  Luc. 
Double temptations! I am resolved I'll get acquainted with her; and if she and I can agree, 'tis odds but I shall have a sting at Matrimony before I die.  Per. 
Well, Arcasia, let us leave the Garden now, the Air is sharp, and if I stay longer, I am afraid my Love will catch cold.  Arc. 
What, when the Fire's by?  Mor. 
It cannot indeed, Madam; if you mean me, I'll stay as long as you please.  Per. 
I won't venture it longer; I find it not well already.  Exeunt omnes, praeter Lucid. and Peregrine. Luc. 
Come, Peregrine, let us follow that daystar.  Exeunt. Scene changes to Marseills.  

Scene 4. Enter Du-Prette and 3 Villains.  Du-Pr. 
I am mad that Philampras is not to be found.  1 Vill. 
Why, you know it was not to be done till to morrow.  Du-Pr. 
That's true; but the wind may serve before that time, and then he's gone: Now we may be sure of him; he must come this way from the place he sups. Be sure that you dispatch him.  2 Vill. 
Fear not; we'll make him safe enough for ever rising in judgement against you in this world, what e'er he does in the next.  Enter Lotharicus, and two lighting him with Torches. Du-Pr. 
Here he comes.  The Villains assault him, and the men with Torches run away: Lotharicus draws to defend himself. Loth. 
I would willingly die, but not by the hands of Villains.  He fights bravely, kills one of the Villains; they wound him in many places, and he falls. 3 Vill. 
He's gone to Heaven or Hell, and has took one of us with him for his Attendance.  Du-Pr. 
Are you sure he's dead?  3. Vill. 
ay, sure enough, unless he has more lives than one.  Du-Pr. 
For fear he should not, I'll give him my last blessing.  1 Vill. 
Hold; he's dead I'll warrant (Pulls out a Pistol. you; and the noise of that going off, will bring in company, and betray us: If you are not satisfied, we'll open two or three Casements more to let his Soul pass out by; but 'tis unnecessary.  Hark; 
I hear a noise; let's fly; we shall be taken.  (They go back to wound him again, and hear a noise. 3 Vill. 
What shall we do with our dead companion?  1 Vill. 
Leave him, he is not known here.  Exeunt omnes. Enter Meraspas and Philampras, and two other men with Torches. Phil. 
Pray let us make all the hast we can: I have been all this Evening to find you or your Lord out.  Meras. 
Had not your business been of such high importance to my Lord, as you say, I would have borrowed an hours time longer to have drank with my friends here.  1 Man. 
Another time will do as well: we will go with you as far as the house, and there take our leaves; to morrow we'll meet again.  Meras. 
I wonder what it is a clock?  Phil. 
Between eleven and twelve.  2 Man. 
What's that lies yonder?  (1 Man steps forth. 1 Man. 
Ha! a Gentleman killed.  Meras. 
Heaven bless my lord (Goes to him and looks. O, it is my Lord! It is my Lord that's murdered! Oh cursed Villains that have done this, and cursed I that was not with him to have hope to defend his life, or lost my own in endeavouring of it! What shall I do?  2 Man. 
There is no remedy now, poor Gentleman.  Meras. 
Pray help me take up his Body, and carry it home.  (Exeunt with Body of Lotharicus. Scene changes to a Garden.  

Scene 5. Enter Calinda and Ericina.  Eric. 
Are you resolved still to give up yourself to so much sadness? Is it so great a wonder to find men false, that you no better are prepared, from reasonable expectation, to meet this change and common trouble?  Cal. 
It is true, Ericina, our afflictions do usually receive abatement from not being single Sufferers; but love admits not of allays, like other ills; nor is that humour (in my mind) so generally to be boasted of: Besides, Love, when it first takes Possession of our hearts, deprives us of our Reason; and that's the chief resisting strength, by which we opposition make against all other accidents of Fortune's malice.  Eric. 
I cannot think a Passion by Gods and Men so Deified, can carry in it so much destructive danger; for if it robs our Souls of Reason, it makes us like to Beasts: And certainly Heaven ne'er designed that Metamorphosis, from whence we have received the highest proof of that All-conquering Passion: Besides, some with their Reason make their Choice, and what it does approve, it may subsist with, or banish it, if it too far intrude: That Reason is very weak and sluggish, that suffers and Passion to grow so strong as to supplant it.  Cal. 
I do not wish thee so much ill as 'tis unhappily to Love, or else I should be glad to see how you would rule your inclinations, which I confess you manage well in supposition.  
— Would mine were governed by fancy too;  
I, Player-like, could reign as well as you.  
We can, unmoved, hear others sufferings tell,  
Which, if our own, we should not bear it well.  Eric. 
You can no trouble have but what is mine;  
My love does make my share as great as thine.  
Unkind Calinda, what is't you intend?  
To punish your false Lover in your Friend.  
Can his inconstancy make you despise,  
That friendship which you once so much did prize?  
If you so great injustice will allow,  
ne'er censure him; he did not break his Vow:  
And who the selfsame Errors will commit,  
In prudence ought in others pardon it.  Cal. 
You of injustice talk, whilst only I  
Find from you both so much you fain would die.  
Friendship and Love to me are cruel grown;  
I wish to Heaven that I had neither known.  
Were yours true, you would not mine suspect,  
Our doubt grows strongest from our own defect.  
You on my Love a blemish fain would throw,  
That in your change you might less guilty show.  
Those that are wise do setting Suns forsake,  
And with the rising one's their friendships make.  
You know who 'tis has set his heart on fire;  
Improve your interest ere the flame expire.  
Love that plays Truant once without a cause,  
Will still an Outlaw be to Honour's Laws:  
And days, whose mornings do appear most bright,  
Are often overcast before 'tis night.  
If she his seeming passion entertain,  
His half-made vows will cost his eyes some rain.  Eric. 
She cannot greater showers for Love let fall,  
Then I shall do for friendship's Funeral.  
Calinda, by my death you soon will know,  
Whither to that I have been true or no:  
Then I am sure that you will grow more just,  
And shed some tears for your unkind mistrust.  Cal. 
If that can cure thy griefs my doubts have bred,  
I'll make my eyes another Deluge shed,  
Dear Ericina, can y' a pardon give,  
To an offence makes me unfit to live?  Eric. 
I can forgive much more than you can do:  
Love, in that kind, ne'er yet a limit knew.  Cal. 
I grieve to think I should a debt contract,  
Of which I cannot pay the Interest back.  Eric. 
And I am sad to see your heart possessed  
Still with that Love, which gives your thoughts no rest.  Cal. 
Thy charming voice would make them calmer grow.  Eric. 
I'd sing, and ne'er give off, if I thought so.  Cal. 
Sing then that Song my humour suits and mind,  
I'll sit down here, if thou wilt be so kind.  She sits down, and leans melancholy upon her arm. 

SONG.  Eric. 

1.  
Oh, you powerful Gods, if I must be,  
An injured Offering to Love's Deity,  
Grant my revenge, this Plague on men,  
That Women ne'er may love again:  
Then I'll with joy submit unto my Fate,  
Which by your Justice gives their Empire date.   

2  
Depose that proud insulting Boy,  
Who most is pleased when he can most destroy:  
O! let the World no longer governed be.  
By such a Blind and Childish Deity;  
For if you Gods be in your Power severe,  
We shall adore you not from love, but fear.   

3  
But if you'll his Divinity maintain  
O'er men, false men, confine his ●o●●'ring reign;  
And when their Hearts Love's greatest torments prove,  
Let that not pity, but our laughter move.  
Thus scorned and lost to all their wishes aim,  
Let Rage, Despair, and Death, then end their flame.   
'Tis very late, my dear Calinda, and we had best be gone.   Cal. 
It may be so, for time does slowly pass,  
That runs by high Afflictions Hourglass.  Exeunt.  

Scene 6. Enter Euryalus reading a Letter.  Eur. 
It thou hadst such reason for thy change, I do not blame thee then, Marcelia; I would I had received thy Letter sooner, ere Lotharicus and I had parted, I would have justified thou Nobly didst to slight him, and entertain the Kings Address, since he so basely left thee for another; nor shall he scape the punishment of his Perjuries, for I will follow him to give him death.  Enter Du-Prette, and two Villains fighting. 1. Vill. 
Didst thou think to make us do thy work, and cheat us of our wages? we pursued thee hither to Lions to give thee death for thy deceit.  They wound him, he falls. Enter Euryalus passing, and two Footmen. Dufr. 
Oh Lotharicus, Lotharicus! thy murder is revenged. Oh Heaven! how constantly you still pursue.  Eur. 
Ha! what art thou that talk'st of Lotharicus murder? Tell me, or I will take that remnant of thy life away, and by thy words, host that black guilt upon it? Speak quickly.  Du-Pr. 
Sit, 'tis not the threat of Death can force me to confess. since I shall make my life, by doing it, a forfeiture to Justice: But from repentance and remorse I tell— my name's Du-Prette, and I know you to be my Lord Euryalus: I'll say no more whilst Witnesses are by; now take my life, and if you think it fit; or if you let me longer live, I will inform you all I know; that which shall give your Courage and your Sword new edge, and Noble work.  Eur. 
Help carry him off.  (The Footmen take him up. Look that thou dost, as promised, then discover; I'll spare one Villain to betray another. Exeunt. Scene changes.  

Scene 7. Enter Lucidore and Peregrine.  Luc. 
That little Trumpeter, Cupid, has so perpetually sounded in my thoughts the Widows Perfoctions; her Wit, her Beauty, and her Wealth, as he has caused an uproar in my heart, and some of my own Subjects has listed themselves Soldiers under her Command.  Per. 
Which prithee are turned Rebels?  Luc. 
My Will, my Inclinations, my Covetousness, and my Vanity, to take her from the rest of my Servants; and they so stoutly fight my former resolutions, and my reason, that, hang me, I believe they'll get the day, and tumble me headlong into a Married Life, and make me grow grey, and grave, with a Whither-go-ye, squalling Kitlings, and Curtain Lectures.  Per. 
Certainly thou art a strange lover of Hell, that thou wilt be running into it before thy time.  Luc. 
No, you mistake; Marriage is a preparative for another place, both by the mortification of it, and the honesty.  Enter Moriphanus, Graculus, and Footmen. Per. 
Your Rival has been to see the Widow.  Luc. 
I'll Rival his Coxcomb if he comes any more there. Do you hear Sir?— (Turns to Moriphanus. I am informed you are the Widow Perilla's servant.  Mor. 
I scorn your words; I her servant! I'd have you to know I think to make her my Wife, and she thinks to make me her Husband. I her servant!  Luc. 
Well, whatsoever she thinks, you had best think of her no more, or win her now by your Sword.  Mor. 
Win her? did not I tell you just now, I have won her already? and I am not such a Fool to fight for any thing that's my own: Stake another Lady to her, and have at you who shall have both.  Luc. 
But than you shall fight.  Mor. 
Shall fight?  Luc. 
I shall fight, or be beaten.  Mor. 
Oh, I thought you had been a man of that Authority, to have made me fight whither I would or no. I tell you then, Sir, I love her so well, I'd sooner be beaten for her sake, then fight for any woman in the world besides.  Per. 
This is a rare Coward; we'll have excellent sport with him.  Luc. 
Why, you may take your own Election, either fight, be beaten, or forbear coming there.  Mor. 
Well, Sir, since I may take my own choice, I'll take time to consider of it; I won't resolve on any thing too hastily.  Grac. 
My Lord, you know your own certain mind already, and had as good tell it before you go.  Moriphanus offers to go off, and Lucidore takes him by the sleeve. Luc. 
Nay, you are not like to stir till you have, Sir.  Mor. 
Why, Sir, than I will, because I don't much care if I do.  (Studies. 
And now, Sir, I have considered of it, I'll neither sight nor be beaten for any woman, as long as there's God's plenty of them in the world. Here's a quarter and a do about a woman indeed!  Luc. 
Why then you'll come no more there?  Mor. 
No that I won't: But what if she comes to me? I warrant you'll go and challenge her too, and fight with her: you think she's to be won by fighting; but, alas, you are deceived, she is not to be won by the Blade; there's a Bill in the case which you know not of, which will prevail before the Sword.  Luc. 
But it shan't be long before I know the Bill, and the business.  Mor. 
But what if I will not tell you? am I bound to tell you all that I know?  Luc. 
No, not if you'll fight, but you must otherwise, I tell you that.  Mor. 
You should not need to press me thus to fight, had I not made a vow, the last man I killed in seven years, never to answer not make a challenge to any man living: no, you should have no cause to call upon me twice.  Grac. 
To run away.  (A side. Mor. 
You'd find I would not be abused. O that the time were expired! you put me into such a rage, that my passion must vent itself some way.  Falls a crying, and turns to Grac. Graculus, 
didst never hear that fighting was Physical?  Grac. 
Not I, upon my life, my Lord.  Mor. 
Why then if thou dar'st take my word for it, it is.  Grac. 
But Sir, what makes you weep?  Mor. 
My vow, Graculus, my vow!  (Wipes his eyes. Per. 
Your pretence of a vow, is but an excuse for your Cowardice.  Grac. 
Why, in troth, my Lord, if I were as you, I would fight, and for once break a vow made in cold blood, now your courage is so spurred and chafed with these quarrolling Lords.  Mor. 
Let me see, let me see. Hum; no way (Studies. left to break this rotten Engagement, and fight?  Grac. 
Yes, my Lord, you may easily break it where 'tis rotten.  Luc. 
If you can find none in your Conscience, send but for half a dozen Advocates, give 'em double fees, and they'll find you one in theirs, and a point in Law to make it good.  Mor. 
If it can be done by them; I'll make my own Conscience do't as well, and save me that charges: And suppose I am resolved to fight, there's more to be considered of then just that; there's time, weapon, and place.  Per. 
That you shall have the liberty to Elect.  Mor. 
Well then, let me consider; as to the time I can't do it this seven years, I am sure, I have business for every particular day; and if I appoint ten or twenty years hence, and am called to take my place of Honour in the other world before, than you'll say, I am not a man of my word; a Knave, a Cheat, a Rascal, or some such thing: Therefore it shall be a Duel in the other world.  Grac. 
O brave, my Lord, that will do rarely: But who shall be your Seconds?  Mor. 
Hold thy prating: I'll nominate myself who shall be both our Seconds: He shall have Alexander the Great, and the Maid of Orleans, and I'll have Samson, and William the Conqueror.  Grac. 
ay, my Lord, do so; stand to your hold; for you may lend Samson, if you list, one of your Jawbones, and then he shall fight with Alexander the Great.  Luc. 
If you will fight, or dare fight, fight now for your Mistress: we'll find another quarrel to exercise your courage in th'other world.  Mor. 
I tell you I will not fight a stroke till the time appointed; so I may have some cowardly dogtrick or other put upon me: I'll have all that ever lived from the Creation, to that day, stand by when I Duel, to see that there is fair play. And so no more of that: I'm in great haste, and must leave your angry Honours.  Luc. 
Hold, hold.  Mor. 
I'll neither hold, nor stay: I am going to the Cutlers to bespeak weapons against the time appointed; and d'ye hear, be sure you meet me there.  Exeunt.  

Scene 8. Enter Melyent reading a Letter.  Mel. 
Lotharicus dead! thou hast bravely done,  
And justly the reward of Death hast won;  
Which thou shalt have; but e'er thou com'st at it,  
Thou must another Tragedy commit.  
My Fortune now is almost made secure,  
There is but one blow more it can endure:  
Euryalus, thou must not live to be  
An interposing Cloud 'twixt that and me:  
For e'er my greatness shall be so withstood,  
I'll make my passage through a Sea of Blood.  
My Soul is with too towering hopes possessed,  
To be by thoughts of Conscience now suppressed:  
Nor shall Euryalus prolong the date,  
Which I have given for his dying Fate.  Exit.  

Scene 9 Enter Euryalus in disguise, and Desha.  Eur. 
Pray go tell your Lady here is a Gentleman has business of importance with her, and desires to tell it her in private.  Desh. 
I shall acquaint her, Sir.  Exit Desha. Eur. 
All things are in this Kingdom as plentiful and prosperous, as if that none but Saints inhabited it.  
But surely Sin's infection is grown high,  
When Monarchs once their Souls with Murders die:  
For they are Suns on which the Subjects gaze,  
To gather rules for managing their ways.  
How strictly then are they to Virtue tied,  
Who, by Example, are a Nations Guide?  Enter Marcelia. (puts her back. Marc. 
Oh, my dear Brother! dear Euryalus, how— He  Eur. 
Thou'rt grown unworthy of such kindnesh now.  
It is not love has brought me back, but hate.  Marc. 
Oh Heaven, what have I done to make you say't!  Eur. 
What have you not, could base and barbarous be?  
Murder Lotharicus, dishonour me.  Marc. 
I kill Lotharicus! Heaven knows that I,  
False as he is, to save his life would die.  
For worlds I would not live that grief to know.  Eur. 
What Devil helps thee to dissemble so?  
Has that black Favourite of Hell's design,  
Taught thee this virtue with the rest to join?  
Was't not enough you did his life betray,  
To serve your pride made that be took away;  
But with your cursed malicious blasting breath,  
Strive, in his Fame, to give him second death?  
Or, did your Soul such sharp reprovements give  
To your false heart, that feared to let him live?  
Could bubbling Greatness thy ambition swell  
To such a height, to send thee Post to Hell.  Marc. 
I have no guilt, I hope, can bring me there,  
But in my Grave you'll throw me by despair;  
For nothing's left to make me wish to stay,  
If my Lotharicus be took away.  
Where he in ashes is, I'd rather be,  
Then here possess the whole world's Monarchy.  
Thy deadliest stroke thou now hast given, Fate;  
Marcelia's strength cannot support the weight.  
In life I nothing now but horrors see,  
Since earth is robbed (Lotharicus) of thee.  
All it possessed of great and brave, now lies  
Gluttonous Death, thy malice Sacrifice:  
Since thou his Noble life refused to spare,  
No longer this unhappy one forbear.  
I court thy cold embraces to this breast,  
For till my soul's with his, I ne'er shall rest:  
And sure it can't be long before it be,  
Since grief and love both strive to set it free.  Eur. 
What's this I see? certain I'm in a dream;  
Falsehood cannot pretend such high extreme.  
Marcelia, what to judge I do not know,  
Since for his death you so much passion show.  Marc. 
Judge what you will, my Innocence you'll prove,  
By that which quickly will your doubts remove.  Eur. 
Then 'tis that devilish Melynet has laid  
That plot, which both his Love and Life betrayed.  
Treacherous Serpent! Monster of Mankind!  
How could thy Noble Blood such tincture find?  
Or thy false Soul permit thee to divide,  
Two hearts which thou didst find so strongly tied?  
For he did for thy change such trouble show,  
As nothing but the highest flame could know:  
His daily wishes were, he might expire,  
Because he had outlived Marcelia's fire.  (Points to her head. Marc. 
Add, add no more, lest reason quit this place,  
And after that, than this be left by Grace.  (Her heart. 
I am a Mortal, and no more can show  
Of power, in my passions overthrow.  Eur. 
To raise thy miseries I do not design.  
But I would have thee th'top of Honour climb:  
Refuse the King, then do thy Honour right,  
To show that greatness dazzles not thy sight;  
For his consent was given to the fact;  
And marrying him thou wilt his guilt contract.  Marc. 
I'll sooner be to a dead body joined,  
Then ever in his guilty Arms confined:  
No, no, Euryalus, his Crown can't take,  
That Love away, his Virtues could not shake:  
From one revenge I gave him my consent,  
And from this second I'll his hopes prevent.  Eur. 
Dear, dear Marcelia, my most Noble part,  
Thou mak'st me jealous of thy generous heart.  
Lotharicus will surely in his Grave,  
Rejoice to see thou art so true and brave,  
For Melynet, wh' has raised himself so great,  
By strangling Virtue in its proper Seat;  
I'll trust this Arm to find me out the way,  
The price of Murder in his heart to pay.  
The King is by that awful name secute;  
Subjects are bound what they do to endure.  
Heaven reserves itself the punishing them:  
They are not here to give account to men.  
Who strikes at them, Divinity giveth a blow;  
Whose Vice-Roys Monarchs all are here below.  Exeunt. 
The End of the Fourth Act.    


Act V. Scene. I.  Enter Moriphanus and Graculus. Mor. 
A very likely matter indeed, that she should refuse to marry me because I would not fight for her: No, no, she is not so ungodly, and loves me better than to desire I should venture my life: Besides, I never told her, or said such a word, that I would kill myself for her, or kill any man for her, nor go to the Devil for her; and thou mayst be sure she does not look that I should do more than my bargain.  Grac. 
Why, my Lord, are you so ignorant, I mean unknowing, to set any bounds to your promise to a Mistress? Why, you should run full speed unto all you thought she would have, or could possibly desire, to make her think you were one mad, and dying for her; and when y' have won her, and are married, than you may do as most married men does, place them in the performance, or quite bedrid them; or if you will keep in the rank of the best Husbands, why then you must make your Wife Parson of your Courting, Vows, and Promises, and give her the Tyths; for when they have run out of their wits so far, that it cannot keep'em from going to Service, 'tis fit they know they have a Master.  Enter Perilla and Arcasia. Per. 
Your Servant, my Lord.  Mor. 
No, Madam, I am not so happy to have it so yet. Was not that well answered, Graculus?  (To his man. Grac. 
It was answered like yourself, my Lord.  Per. 
Do you observe, Arcasia? The veriest Fool that is can expect Government if he marries.  Arc. 
And well they may: It is but reasonable, that those Fools that can get into that Authority, should govern those Fools that gave it. Don't you think it fit in judgement, that the least Fool should rule the greater?  Per. 
I'll not speak my Opinion to the prejudice of my intention. But, my Lord, pray what gives me the honour of this early visit? for I had hardly dined when you came.  Mor. 
I'll tell you a thing, but I would not have you trouble yourself about it.  Per. 
Truly, that high affliction that put me into this habit, was so great, that it must be something extraordinary can move me now to any sense of sorrow.— But let me know it.  Mor. 
I am very much afraid this will; and for all I came on purpose to tell it you, and 'tis very fit you should know it, yet you shall not know it, unless you swear, and give me your hand, you will not grieve about it.  Per. 
I cannot promise you it shall not trouble my heart, if it should concern you: but I will not make the least sigh of it.  Mor. 
Why that's it now; it does concern me.  Per. 
Well, if it does concern you never so much, I will keep my word, since you have engaged me.  Mor. 
Then to tell you the truth, the short and the long is, it was ten thousand to one you had never seen me again: I was set upon, and like to been killed about you; my Man can tell here; I brought him on purpose to justify it, if you should not believe it.  (Perilla and Arcasia laugh. Per. 
In troth I cannot but be extremely merry to hear the danger is over. Lord, I do but think what a pickle I should have been in, if I had known it when it was, by the joy I find now for the escape.  Grac. 
He was in a pickle enough for himself and you too, I'll swear for him, Madam: the thoughts of never seeing you again wrought strangely upon him, to my knowledge, in that little time; that fear made him go lighter from the Gentlemen in personal weight, than he met them.  (They laugh extremely. Arc. 
It seems there was very fowl play; two against one.  Per. 
Pray, my Lord, who were those Cowards?  Mor. 
My Lord Lucidore, and Peregrine.  Per. 
'Tis one of the humours, I ever knew, to forbid other Suitors, and not offer to come a wooing himself.  (aside. Mor. 
Nay, I shall always be in danger of my life till we are married; every one will have a fling at it, thinking you love me best.  Per. 
Alas, my Lord, I would not marry you now you have told me this, for all the world: for hitherto they have only intended to kill you, because as yet you have only intended to marry: but if you should marry in earnest, they'll kill you so too, for they'll grow desperate when they're out of all hopes: So I see plainly I shall be a Widow presently; my Veil will be no sooner off, but on again; and to lose you so soon, would quite break my heart.  Mor. 
Truly I believe it would; for the thoughts of it almost breaks mine already.  Per. 
Nay, now I think of it, it was told for certain by my Nativity, that my second Husband should be killed.  Mor. 
But are you to have no more?  Per. 
O, yes, yes!  Mor. 
Why then I'll be the third; I'll tarry with all my heart for you, till the danger be over, that is to come upon the second.  Per. 
There's a far worse, and more un-gentleman-like death threatens my third and fourth, than all the rest; for the one will be hanged, and the other—  Mor. 
What will become of him?  Per. 
Why, without any ceremony, he is to hang himself.  Mor. 
I had rather be him then any of the others, because I know mine own natural aversion against death, and should have this comfort, at least, that I should not be forced to die against my mind, as long as I was to be my own Executioner.  Arc. 
That's a thing indeed, my Lord, would make the danger much less; but if I may advise you, run not the hazard, you know not what a good Wife may tempt you to.  Per. 
I am resolved, I love him so well, he shall never while I live get my consent, to put him into the danger of it, nor myself into the possibility of so much grief.  Mor. 
Well, mere love of one another I see makes us both resolve never to marry together: Now there's not one of a hundred does so I believe:—  (Exeunt Perilla and Arcasia. 
For all that, Graculus, I shall never put her out of my mind.  Grac. 
No, my Lord, if you stay here; no man can forget a dead Wife but by change of Air; therefore you must needs go and travel, to get you a fresh appetite to a new affection.  Mor. 
Will that do it, Graculus?  Grac. 
I marry will it Sir, I warrant you; 'tis a receipt Probatum.—  Exeunt.  

Scene 2. Enter Almeric and Lucidore.  Alm. 
'Tis true as I tell thee; Peregrine is taken with Arcasia, and has made an invitation to thy Widow, and her, to the Gardens; he intends to give them an entertainment there.  Luc. 
Prithee let us be his unbidden Guests for once, we'll not be in his debt, I am resolved I will send in my dish.  Alm. 
A match, a match.  Exeunt.  

Scene 3. Enter King and Melynet.  Mel. 
Lotharicus death, Sir, gives an absolute security to your love.—  King. 
It does enlarge my hopes of having now the full possession of Marcelia's heart; but still a gallant man must be lamented; I, and my Kingdom both, may justly mourn his death.  Mel. 
No doubt, Sir, he does deserve it; and did not your Majesties concern balance my sorrow, the loss of such a friend would cause much greater trouble in my Soul. But all things, Sir, does, and shall still give place unto my duty.  King. 
I doubt thee not in any thing, my Melynet. But does Marcelia know yet of Lotharicus death?  Mel. 
No, Sir; but intent she shall.  King. 
Prithee do; for I shall long to know how she does take it. 'Tis natural in Lovers to be curious in the search of that which gives them the highest troubles: and when there is a real wanting cause, our jealousies do commonly create us some suppositions; and mine does strongly work in doubts, for all her seeming kindnesses and promises, they're all but empty nothings to that passion her heart once had, and I fear still conceals for dead Lotharicus.  Mel. 
I cannot think it Sir: but I will soon inform myself, and give your Majesty satisfaction.  Exeunt.  

Scene 4. Enter Peregrine, Perilla, and Arcasia, in a Garden. A Table set out with several Meats and Wine: with Attendance.  Pereg. 
I could wish I had given my Lord Lucidore an invitation.  Peril. 
I wish you had, for he is most excellent company.  Per. 
And much your servant, I am sure, Madam; he is one of your secret Lovers that has not yet made discovery of his flame; but it will not be long before the fire break out, I am confident.  Arc. 
I do not think he is constant enough, to think and say all at one time, he loves.  Peril. 
Indeed, he does not seem to be of a humour, that his heart should be in any danger of ever being made a woman's prisoner.  Per. 
Would he were here to answer for himself: I could find of my heart to send one of my Boys to find him out.  Arc. 
You'll put him upon 24 hours search then: When he goes out in a morning, by report, he is commonly lost all that day to any Enquirers. But perhaps his usual curiosity of seeing the Beauties, may bring him hither anon.  Peril. 
Why, does he take such pains to be rid of his liberty, to come here to seek for a Conqueror?  Pereg. 
No, Madam; it was his Opinion of his own invincible strength made him so bold to attempt the danger: He used to swear, as long as Cupid was a Child, he feared him not; he had not so poor a spirit to be worsted by a Boy: If he lived so long till he came to be a man, which he had been these two thousand years a coming to, and not one jot the forwarder yet, he would then stand upon his guard against him.  Enter Music. Mus. 
My Lord Lucidore sent us hither to give your Lordship a new Lesson.  Per. 
I thank him; I wish his Lordship had come himself too.  (They all laugh. The Music (espying the Boys coming at the other end of the Stage with a dish) begin to play. Boy. 
'Tis very hot, it burns my fingers; and 'tis very heavy too: we'll set it down and dance a little risk.  They dance. Enter a Mercury with a great Chasi●-dish of Coals; reaches up the dish, sets it thereon. Mercury. 
Why, what have you done Boys? the dish is quite cold: you forget you carried your Lord's Love, which is a Native of Freezland.  Boy. 
Why, can it be cold already?  Merc. 
Cold already? ay, hot and cold, and cold and hot, a hundred times over, to a hundred several Ladies.  Takes up the Coals, and blows under it. Boy. 
Pray stay a little, and we'll go fetch some Bellows, and make it boil.  Merc. 
Be quick.  Exeunt Boys. Enter presently again with two more Boys, each with Bellows. They dance with Mercury in the middle, with the dish and fire in his hand, every one by turns blowing under the Dish: The dance ended, Exeunt Boys. Mercury comes up with the dish to the Table. Merc. 
My Lord Lucidore presents this to you, Madam.  Exit. Perilla opens the dish, there is the form of a Hart made with wings, in it a Copy of Verses directed to the Incomparable Widow. (They all laugh extremely. Pereg. 
What is in it, Madam?  Peril. 
Nothing but a copy of Verses.  Arc. 
But I am much taken with the Case they came in; I have a great conceit all men's hearts are thus provided, they are so soon here, and there, and every where.  Pereg. 
All men's are not, Madam; some are fixed.  Arc. 
That is then where the Ladies get to them by some more than common device, and clip their wings. But Perilla, the Verses▪ we will participate as far forth as the hearing the Courtship.  (Perilla reads the Verses. Perilla. 
Widow, Faith I will tell thee true▪  
My heart's inflamed, and 'tis by you  
But my passion will decay.  
If you make too long delay.  
Flames that with most vigour burn,  
Soonest into ashes turn:  
Then resolve, and quickly too,  
Shall I stay, or bid adieu?  
Foolish Lovers that do place  
All their pleasures in one face;  
Let them for favours long expect,  
I soon will have, or soon neglect:  
This is not common Courtship's way▪  
But since I loved you 'tis a day:  
And if you cannot pay the score,  
You're poor, and I will trust no more.  
I've ways my Fortunes to undo▪  
Without the help of lending you:  
I can both drink, and game, and swear,  
Does this not tempt you 〈◊〉 tell me fair.  
Yet I'll ha' kinder Husband be,  
Than those that sin more secretly.  
But if you proudly now deny  
To love me, Faith I will not die.  Enter Lucidore with Three Trumpeters, Almeric standing at a distance as not to be seen. Luc. 
Sound a Charge.  [Trumpeters sound. Perilla. 
Why you make Love in open court, my Lord.  Luc. 
I do so, Madam, to prevent the scandal of the world, which would go near else to say, I stole your consent, if you and I should marry.  Perilla. 
But why did you make your Trumpeters sound a Charge?  Luc. 
It is the assault of my Love against your Liberty, unless you will come presently to party, and give me some hopes of an honourable peace betwixt us: nay, I have began my war in perfect form, I have sent two or three Heralds to proclaim it in the Marketplace.  Perilla. 
Yet, for all that, you have not done like a fair Enemy, to surprise me without any knowledge of such an intention.  Luc. 
All stratagems are allowed of, Madam. Could you expect I would give you notice to fortific yourself against my siege? Faith I'd been an ignorant Soldier than indeed.  Arc. 
No, my Lord, she could not in justice; for if you had, she would have so strengthened herself with an Army of Reasons of her own and from her Friends, that her heart would have proved another Candy, impregnable.  Per. 
And quite tire out the Turkish Emperors Constancy.  Luc. 
But, I hope my fair Widow will not be so cruel to wrack my expectations so long; for if she should, I have no more to confess than I will confess now, that is, that I love her infinitely, passionately, unexpressibly, as much as ever any man did or will love any of the Sex: I do indeed, Dear Widow! but now if you should heep me in a great deal of pain by making a Chancery-suit of our Affections, 'tis ten to one but I shall rather deny all this truth again, than endure such an endless torment.  Per. 
Faith, Widow, you must now resolve: this new fashioned suitor will have his alms or his answer quickly.  Arc. 
ay, Madam, you must needs tell my Lord what you'll do, you don't know what an injury you may do him, by keeping him long in suspense; for if his heart should have taken post to any other place, how do you think his body should know where to find it?  Perilla. 
We'll petition the King to introduce here the English Law, that is, if he loses it between sun and sun, the County must make it good.  Per. 
That is if it were stolen, Madam.  Perilla. 
Well, if it has run away, or lost itself, than he must have it cried.  Luc. 
Never think of these ways to baffle me out of my Heart, Madam, in plain terms you have stolen it; and if you stir out of this Garden without restitution, or my consent to keep it, hang me if I send not a Hue and Cry after you.  Perilla. 
It seems, my Lord, you are very sharp set to my Estate; if you possessed that, I believe you would easily bequeath my person for a Legacy to my next Heir.  Luc. 
Lord, Madam, that you should think so! As if a Rich Mistress were to be preferred before a Mistress Rich. Do you think I am so ill bred to displace your Title so, to put money before it? No, it shall never take the precedency. It is as much as I desire that I am certain it is one of your attendants: for where Marriage is made, and that a servant to neither party, there is always to be sure but beggarly housekeeping, and I love good company as my life.  Perilla. 
Well, I will not injure my wit so much to take seven years' consideration to make up at last a bad bargain: as if a great deal of time were requisite to undo one's self in, when a quarter of an hour will serve turn as well; and precipitated indiscretions always will admit of more excuse, than premeditated follies. This gives you nay consent so soon, my Lord.  Luc. 
I care not from whence the line come, so long as it draws to my Centre: I'll accept it good or bad, according to the old Rule of Marriage.  Perilla. 
Well, once within this month we shall both repent it, after the Parson has tied us together.  Luc. 
If we do, and the worst come to the worst, 'tis but one of us making a journey into the other world, and unmarrying ourselves: and when it comes, we'll have fair play, draw who shall go.  Perilla. 
A very just bargain.  Per. 
Nothing will break your agreement than I see.  Luc. 
But first we'll try to break each other's heart.  Exeunt.  

Scene 5. Enter Lotharicus in a Disguise.  Loth. 
It is some pleasure since I could nor die, at least to think that I shall now revenge my wrongs myself, on my intended Murderer: and by giving him his merited Death, punish the false Marcelia too:  
And in the bud of her wished Queenship's honour,  
Nip her support, that treacherous Favourite from her.  
She little think Lotharicus doth live,  
So great a ruin to her hopes to give.  
Here he must pass, and in this place I'll stay,  
And make Death compliment him in the way.  Enter Melynet with two boys, Lotharicus meets him. Mel. 
Boys go where I bid you.— Ha! what's that comes there?  Loth. 
An injured Lover brought by his despair.— Lotharicus.  Mel. 
That's false I'm sure, I know thou sayst not true.  Loth. 
His Ghost is rise to give thy crimes their due:  
Villain! I live and with this sword will show,  
In my revenge, whether't be true or no:  
I all my wrongs upon thy heart will write.  Mel. 
No more of words, but let us to't, and sight.  
Boast not before we do the victory try,  
Perhaps it may prove your own lot to die.  Loth. 
I could have made myself of that secure,  
But that my Courage Treach'ry can't endure.  Mel. 
I'll thank thy Courage and the debt will pay,  
By taking thy unhappy life away.  Loth. 
Fall on then.  [They fight, Melynet gives back. 
— Ha! methinks you back do start,  
As if my kindness touched you to the heart.  Mel. 
What it has done I soon will make thee find:  
What think you now Sir, are you paid in kind?  [They fight still. Enter Valasco, Peregrine, they draw and come between them. Per. 
Hold this is no good exercise.  Loth. 
The best that can be, Sir, to us.  Per. 
How, Lotharicus!  Loth. 
The same, Sir.  Per. 
What wonder's this? and fighting with his so beloved friend my Lord Melynet?  Loth. 
The wonder is far greater that occasioned it.  Val. 
My Lord Melynet, I am glad we have prevented the hazard of your life to farther Revenge.  Mel. 
You have obstructed me in a Revenge, Which I could curse you for:— for by preventing Of his Death, I am undone.  [aside. Loth. 
We'll not take our leaves one of another, we shall have opportunity to meet in some other place.  Exeunt severally.  

Scene 3. Enter King and Almeric.  King. 
I have not seen Melynet to day: I wonder much he is not come.  Alm. 
Doubtless it will not be long before he does attend your Majesty.  Enter Valasco. King. 
Have you not seen Melynet, my Lord?  Val. 
Yes, and it please your Majesty: I came from him: he is wounded.  King. 
How? by what means?  Val. 
My Lord Lotharicus is returned in disguise, and has set upon him as he was going to Marcelia.  King. 
Thou dost mistake, Lotharicus is dead I'll assure you.  Val. 
And please your Majesty he has got such favour in the other world to come and live again; for I am sure it is not half an hour since Peregrine and I parted them.  King. 
Are you sure 'tis he?  Val. 
As sure as my name is Valasco.  King. 
What should the meaning of this be? Go and cause him to be brought before me; I'll hear the motion of this bold attempt upon the life of Melynet myself. Are his wounds dangerous?  Val. 
No, Sir, very slight: they have both some little hurt.  King. 
Sure Lotharicus' jealousy has caused this quarrel with Melynet, because he knows I have a value for him, and by that concludes that he has injured him to Marcelia.  Alm. 
And please your Majesty, Love from so strong an argument may be excused to grow suspicious.  Exeunt.  

Scene 7. Enter Marcelia meeting Euryalus.  Eur. 
I am come to tell thee strange news, Marcelia; Lotharicus is alive in the Town: he has wounded Melynet, and is a Prisoner for it by the King's command, and is to be brought before him to the Court: the business is made very foul, as if he had surprised him cowardly.  Mar. 
What a compound of joy and sorrow have you given me? Poor Lotharicus! thou wilt find a cruel Judge: I fear they must, by heightening thy guilt, help to abate their own. I'll go to the Court myself: and hear his sentence, and share his sufferings, if my interest cannot take him off; I'll try my power first, then show my resolution.  Eur. 
Thou mak'st a generous and brave Resolve, we both will go together: I'll there discover myself, and help to justify my Friend, and if there be occasion against his guilty adversary. It will be time to go, Marcelia.  Marc. 
My dear Lotharicus, thou now shalt find,  
When most distressed, Marcelia is most kind.  Exeunt.  

Scene 8. Enter King, Melynet, and all the Lords, Guards and Attendants.  [King talks to Melinet. King. 
I am sorry having ever had so great an esteem of Lotharicus, he should give me cause to condemn him for his Rashness: but Reason is destroyed in the wisest men, when passion does command.— Bring in Lotharicus.  Enter Lotharicus with a Guard at one door, and Euryalus and Marcelia at another. King. 
What makes me happy in thy presence now, Marcelia?  Marc. 
Though 'tis not fit▪ Sir, womans hither come:  
Yet I most humbly beg to hear his doom.  King. 
Nothing's unfit Marcelia does desire,  
Or of her King, or Servant can require.  Loth. 
There stands my torture greater than I can  [aside. 
Receive from the command or power of man.  
She comes to feast her pride, only to see,  
How much my Passion still does fetter me.  
Inhuman Woman! lost to all that sense  
Which thy soft Sex to sufferers do dispense.  King. 
What was the cause Lotharicus, that armed your malice against the life of Melynet?  Loth. 
My injurius, Sir.  King. 
In your opinion. Were every man a fitting and allowed of Judge in's own cause, we need not then have Ministers of Justice.  Loth. 
I question not the prudence of considered and allowed of Laws, Sir; though now I sought not their assistance. But, Sir, in my own defence, I humbly do present your Majesty this Paper; which renders me incapable their benefit, and made me strive, by my own hand to take what I can never expect to have by any other means.  King. 
How have you forfeited your right in that kind, more than your other fellow-subjects?  Loth. 
You'll in that Paper find, Sir.  The King reads and changes countenance, grows into fury: turns to Melynet. King. 
Traitor! what hast thou done? is this thy hand? is it? I know it is: wherewith thouhast set the feal of my dishonour; charge me with the consent of Murder, and mountain up my promises their recompense!— Here, Read it publicly; my brow wears not a guilt so dark to keep it in obscurity, although I owe that intended kindness to brave Lotharicus' Loyalty.  Peregrine reads. Per. 
Du-Prette, be sure and speedy in the death of Lotharicus, the King is impatient till he hears it, he will double thy rewards I promised.  King. 
There's enough.  Turns to Melynet. 
How durst thou assume the injuring thy Sovereign so?  
Though I Marcelia loved, I never did design to buy her favours at the price of all my Honours. By noble ways I bid thee seek to gain me her affection, but not by guilt and treacherous baseness, Villain. The share thy veins has in her blood, gives thee thy life: but never after this day see thy incensed Monarch's face again! But how came you by this Letter, Lotharicus?  Loth. 
Sir, one Philampras, which was hired amongst others, by Du-prette, Melynet's man to assasin me understanding by Duprette's Discourse that he had moneys in his Portmanteau, watched his opportunity to take it aways and finding this Letter there, thought he should make more advantage by that from my Reward, that his promised recompense for my Murder: so left the money to prevent Duprette's sudden missing of his Paper; and coming with my man to discover it, found me as they then supposed killed; but after, on my Recovery, delivered it into my hands.  King. 
Oh! how seriously ought Prince's first to weigh the lives and souls of men, before they draw them to their bosoms! for Favourites that are vicious, are the Cankers of King's Courts, and eat in their Sovereign's bosoms.  Mel. 
Sir!—  King. 
Hold, say no more, thy breath's infectious grown And on my Fame has Killing poison thrown.  
Guard, take him away.  Mel. 
Vain joys of mortal Life! you fly so fast,  
Man hardly knows you are, before y' are past:  
Yet we on you do our affections lay,  
As if we here eternally should stay.  
Honour, thou now dost give my soul a view  
Of what I left when first I banished you.  
O Virtue! how have I been led astray.  
From thy fair paths, into this labyrinth way?  
I thought my Fortune on a Rock did stand.  
But Guilts foundation still proves foolish sand.  
When man by Crimes does plots for greatness lay,  
Heaven justly frowns and takes his hopes away.  
But though my Life bears characters of shame:  
My Death shall leave behind a better Fame.  
They that won't fall, must not on danger stand;  
We carry not our Fates in our own hand.  Exit. King. 
Though Love, Lotharicus, did make me be Thy Rival, I was ne'er thy Enemy:  
At least to take thy life by ways obscure,  
My soul such abject thoughts scorn to endure.  
To witness it, I this for thee will do:  
Marcelia freely shall choose me or you.  Loth. 
Marcelia, Sir, cannot disputethe choice:  
Against myself your Goodness has my voice.  
And she long since has learned to be so wise,  
To leave Lotharicus for such a prize.  
Pardon me, Sir, that I am sad, that she  
Found not such motives for her love in me.  Mar. 
I never more desired than what in you  
I did enjoy, when I believed you true:  
But when by Melynet I was informed,  
I and my love was for Arcasia scorned:  
I then such Reason had to entertain  
So great a Monarch, and so high a Flame:  
That all I for his Passion since did do,  
Can no condemning censure find for you:  
Honour and Virtue still have been my guide,  
My Life has strictly to their Rules been tied.  Loth. 
Since Melynet made me so false appear,  
You need not more your actions for to clear:  
But still as they justly more splendid grow,  
My heart does more despairing sorrow know.  King. 
Which of us two, Madam, shall happy be?  Mar. 
Heaven leaves me not to an Election free.  
Both so deserve, Sir, that If I should choose,  
I'd be unjust to him I did refuse.  
Oh Gods! what punishment do you design  
Marcelia, that neither must be mine!  
Love will not let me my Lotharicus leave,  
Nor Honour won't permit I him receive.  [The King whispers to Peregrine▪ Exit Pereg. King. 
To show that I will still be here within,  [points to his breast. 
What I am by my birth, my passions King:  
My Empire there, by Reason's power maintain,  
As well as to my Crown, new Crowns to gain:  
I out of Honour will this Justice do,  
Against my Love, Marcelia give to you▪  
Thou art already of her Heart possessed,  
And with her Person now I'll make thee blessed.  Loth. 
Sir,—  King. 
No more oppose thy bliss with generous strife,  
May you be happy in each other's life:  
My heart to my Calinda I'll restore,  
Whose due it was by faith and love before.  Marcelia and Lotharicus kneel. Loth. 
May Fortune shower such Blessings on your head,  
That over all the World your power be spread:  
That every Monarch that enjoys a Throne,  
May that possession from your bounty own.  Eur. 
Now take the Blessing which I, Sir, do give,  
When you are called from hence to Heaven to live:  
And may my Friend prove joys so high refined,  he embraces Loth. 
To equal the vast compass of his mind.  Enter Calinda and Peregrine. Cal. 
Sir, I am come my Duty to express.  King. 
To me Calinda can own nothing less;  
In public I my heart away did take▪  
And I'll in public Restitution make.  Cal. 
Your Will can strangely of your Heart dispose,  
My Will, as yet, o'er mine no Empire knows.  King. 
Yet it may yours persuade, and command mine.  King. 
You should not then Marceliaes' Love decline.  King. 
Madam, you have all Reason to express,  
As much as you can say in scorns excess:  
But Heaven the greatest faults that are forgive,  
'Tis noble, when we may kill, to let live.  Cal. 
Had you been still, Sir, to that Maxim true,  
I had not then been scorned, nor left by you:  
When you the life did take of all my joy,  
You showed not the left pity to destroy.  
But you would have, I find, a Woman's breast  
With more Compassion and more Love possessed.  King. 
I'd have thy Heart again thy Love renew,  
Since mine does burn with a fresh Flame to you.  
Calinda, with my Life I would redeem.  
What I have done, to call back thy esteem.  Cal. 
Your Majesty can strangely overcome,  
Scarce wish a Victory before 'tis won:  
That price my Heart will never let you pay,  
Love's Gen'ral there, and yields you up the day  King. 
And if I e'er again that gift abuse,  
May Heaven all prayers that I make refuse:  
I much admired thy Excellence heretofore;  
But now Idolater shall turn, and thee adore.  
I did not think this would have been the close:  Man may design, but Heaven will still dispose. Exeunt Omnes.    

EPILOGUE.  
NOw I am sure, all look that I should say  
Something like asking pardon for the Play:  
With low submission, and I can't tell what:  
Excuse her Writing, Language, and her Plot!  
As crafty Poets Guilty cry their Wit,  
To make you less severe in lashing it.  
But, faith, she scorns such undermining ways,  
Of blowing up your pity into praise;  
Nor will she do her spirit so much wrong,  
To beg what does not to her brow belong.  
She says, they're fools force Fate, before they be  
Resolved to meet with any Destiny.  
But, this revenge she's sure to have on those,  
They'll Cowards be esteemed that give her blows.  
Which strangely takes her! knowing that ye must  
Be to your Honour, or your Wit unjust.  
Mark how maliciously her snares sh'as laid:  
Praise or Condemn, you're equally betrayed.  
FINIS.