A TRAGEDY OF COLA'S fury, OR LIRENDA'S misery  
Written by Henry Burkhead, 1645.  
Printed at KILKENNY, 1645.  
And are to be sold at the sign of the white swan, in Kilkenny▪ M. DC.XLVI●▪   


THE NAMES OF THE chief ACTORS.  
Pitho and Berosus. Angolean Governors of Lirenda.  
Osirus. Lieutenannt general of the Angolean Forces.  
Cola. sergeant-major general.  
Tygranes. A Noble Man.  
Albinus, cellar, and Tibernus. Angolean Commanders.  
Belfrida. A spy to the Angoleans.  
Athenio, Mineus, Are●as & Dora. Noble Men of Lirenda.  
Theodorike and Lentimos. Lirendean Commanders.  
Cephalon, & Ruffus. Lirendean Gentlemen.  
Abner. general of Stelern.  
Caspilona. general of the Horse.  
Lysana. general of the Angolean Horse.  
Florilla, Dulis and Pulchrina Ladies of Lirenda.  
Elleonora & Barbazella. Two Gentlewomen.  
Mars, Pallas, Mercury, Queen of Fates▪ Bellona, and nymphs. 4. Angolean soldiers.    

TO THE RIGHT honourable EDWARD Somerset LORD HERBERT,  
Baron Beaufort, of Gresmond, Earl of Glamorgan, Son and heir apparent to the most honourable HENRY marquis of Worcester.  
RIGHT honourable,  
'Tis a principle of Nature, that Creatures of weak condition, aiming at security, do direct their course for shelter, to the wings of the more potent, so Principalities and states of inferior note, do manifest their solicitude, to gain the patronage of some royal majesty: This little work by reason of its means, dares not adventure to be exposed to the public censure, unless it be protected under the sceptre of honourable Authority; and whether shall it betake itself, if not to your Honour, whom God hath established on Earth, as a particular image of his glory: assuredly the rays of honour originally issuing from your countenance, the general esteem of your unparalleled worth, and your matchless zeal and Christian fortitude in your weighty undertakings, are no less arguments of your incomparable merit, than incentives to the learned, to adorn their Chronicles with the lustre of your deserts; The subject of this small work being drawn from the historical records of foreign countries, and fitly appliable to the distempers of this kingdom, may the rather be admitted to the favour of your noble patronage, forasmuch as your Honour out of the generosity of your nature, have been pleased with a glance of real compassion to view and survey the model of its sad afflictions, having with unspeakable toil, charges, and dangers adventured hither( not unlike to NOAH'S Dove, with an Olive branch of Peace) to appease the raging fury of our intestine harms; This enriching the diadem of your renown with a particular jewel of rare merit, are not these issues and offspring of a boiling & bleeding heart, boiling with impregnable love and loyalty unto his majesty, and bleeding for the continual distempers of his kingdoms. Pardon then Right honourable the author's presumption, who making humble remonstrance of his real observance & duest respects, builds not upon the worth of this subject, but wholly relies on the favour of your noble acceptance, assuring himself, the characters of your name engraven upon its frontispiece will not only impart a particular lustre unto it, but will( moreover) yield it accaptable to all readers: Why then, as the glittering beams of your unspotted loyalty( true effects of a generous heart) have given a full reflection on the dark brow of this distracted age, so posterity hereafter may bless, praise, and admire, your zealous noble undertakings, whose felicity can never equalise the hearty wishes of  
Your honour's most humble and most obsequious servant, HENRY Burkhead.   

To my loving and respected frriend Mr. Henry Burkhead Merchant, upon his tragedy of COLA'S fury.  
I Once did study Navigation  
Thinking to draw my speculation,  
Unto the practic: when( alas) I found  
Safer( then set to Sea) to stay on ground.  
But thou( my friend) upon a fair pretence  
Reserved Art and prosperous Confidence  
Hast lanced forth into a raging tide,  
By thee not known( till now) nor ever tried  
Yet got into the main, through cruel Rocks  
Trough Read-Sea-Sands, and shelves, and boisterous shocks,  
Of murdering billows, cumbered with sad fears  
Of frighted and self-moaning Passengers,  
Dost steer thy Course. Thy Card and compass show  
Thou dost a plain, smooth, and direct line know.  
Thou hast fresh gales and sea-room: for who shall  
Behold thy doleful Pinnace rise and fall  
Midst such deep dangers( as herein appears)  
Weighing the misery shall with sighs and tears.  
Supply the Ocean: with most glad desire  
Sit in thy steerage-room: will there admire,  
Thy new-found skill: and with a dextrous ease  
Learn to sail with thee, by like winds and Seas.  
Thy assured wellwisher, William Smyth.   

To his dear friend Mr. Henry Burkhead, upon his Tragedy of Cola's fury.  
SOme have writ plays( my Burkhead) that have gained  
A large applause unto themselves, not strained,  
Nor forced, nor hired but rightly; it is true  
They have deserved more, and more is due,  
Then can be paid them: some have well expressed  
A Politician, others one distressed:  
Some lusts and treasons, others Tyranny  
And others some the state and majesty,  
Of Lords and Princes; others have well limbed  
Th'extortious soldier, others neatly trimmed  
The Curious Courtier. But Sir, you portrayed  
Each various humour, variously arrayed,  
And suited so each passion to the life  
Protheus we thought had been with you at strife  
who could produce most shapes, that we must say  
( Protheus hath laboured with you 'bout this play.  
What? though of Terence, Seneca, we hear  
And other modern Scenicks in our spherare,  
You I prefer. Johnson for all his wit  
Could never paint out times as you have hit,  
The manners of our age: The fame declines  
Of ne'er enough praised Shakespeare if thy lines,  
Come to be published: Beaumont and Fletcher's skill  
Submitts to yours, and your more learned quill.  
The most admired Shirley and the crew  
Of English dramatics cry hail to you  
Phoebus' choice darling. Sir, I not admire  
The Muses nursed you, and he was your Sire.  
Paul▪ A●ward.   

To his dear friend the Author on his tragedy of Cola's fury, or Lirenda's misery.  
WHen first I read your Tragedy and meet  
Truth, wit, and judgement trip with equal feet,  
Without th' expense of pains, that all may know  
They unconstrayned from your pen do flow.  
I could not choose, but wonder that your brain  
Without great Arts could hit so high a strain,  
Such as the power of each line alone  
Is able to transform a man to stone:  
Nor is it strange, when that therein we see  
Such bloody massachers and cruelty,  
As doth transcend what cruel Nero and  
Great Dyonisius acted in each land.  
Had Rubens and Vandike lived and at strife  
Who should portray best, Cola to the life,  
Their curious Art, the way could never find  
To Paint his body, as thy Muse, his mind;  
Thou hast so lively him expressed that I  
Reading was rapt into an ecstasy,  
But straight again perplexed with so great fear  
As if that cruel Cola present were,  
Dear friend since then this piece so well limned  
As most would think 'twas by Ben: Johnson trimmed,  
That Shakespeare, Fletcher, and all did combine  
To make Lirenda through the Clouds to shine,  
Enfrranchise her, and let her come th'view  
Of public Censure, where the best( be sure)  
Will give her welcomes such as shall endure,  
Else as a Miser you'll be understood  
That hoards up gold, and does the poor no good,  
Fear not the Zoyly nor the critic faces  
That bark and snarl at th' Muses and the Graces,  
Their antique mouths and squinted eyes shall be,  
Stopped and obscured when they Lirenda see:  
Break through the mists of envy and dispense  
Light, vigour, Motion and intelligence,  
To all that Candid art, whose votes shall crown  
The work and Author, with a smile, not frown  
And to augment the Trophies of thy praise  
Impale thy brows with wreathes of Delplique bays.  
Daniel Breed●.   

THE prologue.  
SOme Prologues wish their Audience joyful mirth,  
Some with Appelles strive to paint the birth,  
Of their inventions; others not only true,  
But pleasing to the kind spectator's view;  
Such would our Author to, had not his Muse,  
A mournful subject whom this age abuse;  
Nor can his Novice genius dive unto,  
The depth of what he fain would tender you,  
Lirenda's Misery, who can forbear,  
The scene once past from a relenting tear,  
When blustering storms of murder, fire and sword  
Are the chief Emblems he can best afford,  
Your true compassive fancy, look not then for,  
A Poets lofty dazzling Meteor,  
That to the vulgar eye might seem more strange  
Than fertile Luna, in her often change:  
Kind Natives of this poor afflicted isle,  
To your oppressions we address the style  
Of this our tragic pen, who in effect,  
Are the supporters, of that Architect,  
Devised by him that never writ before,  
Yet honours you, your miseries adore,  
Your faithful service, resolution and  
The most accomplished virtues of this land,  
Sometime styled Insula Sanctorum,  
Now the true touchstone, or decorum,  
Of heroical minds, whom envies dire intent  
Endeavoured to subvert with discontent:  
This Noble, worthy, Auditors the scope  
Of what we are resolved to show, in hope,  
Your frequent goodness with attentive ear,  
Our more imperfect lines will mildly bear,  
For which the Muses humbly we desire,  
Some heavenly rapture may your thoughts inspire.   

COLA'S fury. OR LIRENDA'S MISERY.  

The first Act.  Enter a Constable and two soldiers with halberds. 1. Sold. 
Must not a Creature pass?  Const. 
No, that's the the scope of our Commission: Stand; who comes there?  Enter a Citizen. Cittiz. 
A friend.  Const. 
The Word;  Cittiz. 
Marry Sirs, God bless us all;  Const. 
well spoken, yet you must not pass,  Citiz. 
Not pass? then if you be good fellows, let us chat a while▪ prithee what means this sudden tumult?  Const. 
The matter seems so strange to me as yet, we can reurne no other answer, but the state on pain of death commands all men,( thus ready armed) to stand upon their guard;  1. Sould. 
You may be sure there's some rank plot in hand, or would the State at these unusual hours sit in a private council else:  Citiz. 
Twist a fable; 'tis but some drunken quarrel thus disturbs our rest: or the field appointed by some hot furious gallant, whereto the State will not give way.  Const. 
Be it the same, we'll not remove from hence, nor you in duty ought to slight the matter thus, as if your worships wisdom were so ripe to apprehend the cause;  Citiz. 
You cannot give more likelier reasons for't:  Const. 
you're mistaken friend, the common reports abroad far different from your conceit; raised to the highest point of a distracted mutiny, we wot not what to think or speak, such is the horrid treachery intended.  Citiz. 
Good Lord forbid; against whom?  Const. 
This City Castle; and by a few of Romish Recusants think to subvert the true reformed gospel:  Citiz. 
How? our own fast friends, that were a jest indeed past my belief;  Const. 
Be not incredulous:  Citiz. 
How can I choose, but frame my thoughts like a confused Chaos; to think, these men who by exterior signs and loving conversations, threw their hearts into our arms, nay more I might express: but that I see▪ all proves a feigned friendship, and our joint love's turned to a mortal hate;  Const. 
'Tis much, much feared, we'll find it so e'er long, written in Characters of blood.  1. Sold. 
Silence: the Lords themselves do come, to give their best advice;  Enter Pitho, Berosus, Mayor, Recorder. Pitho. 
We called you hither, to make known the danger, that now, even now is revealed, wherefore so true we conceive you be, that with all speed you go unto each port, and see them strongly guarded, with strict command that none on pain of death shall issue forth, until a true & perfect search be made throughout this city, for as we credibly are informed, Guyrva with all his rude conspirators, are at this instant in a doubtful fear to be discovered; the guilt of such a heinous fact doubtless betrays them; Worthy friends, then slake not your endeavours; the haste which this great business now requires, admits no leisure to stir your willingness with th'effectual speech of our just cause; that toucheth not your persons only; but aims at the crown of our dread sovereign; and to embase this kingdom's glory, beneath the hollow concave of their Popish faction; this we thought fit to add unto your now intended care, not doubting yours, nor these your brethren's love to him, this weighty matter most concerns:  Record. 
Sir, we really intend;( far from vain glory be it spoken) to uphold this Cities ancient fame, that hitherto hath nobly borne, the title of a pure unspotted town; when treason came as nigh to cut you off, our fidelity did then expulse your foes and with the trophies of their bloody spoil returned victorious, this we did, and are as willing yet to manifest the same so far as heart and life can show the duty of allegiance:  Bero. 
Them Noble acts renders you famous to posterity; nor did th'Angolean princes prove ungratfull for that service, as your fair City charter can approve,  Reco. 
It is acknowledged their royal bounty, wherefore we that do live will strive to give as great a lustre to th' Angolean nation, as our renowned ancestors have done, in this we rest, O Lord decree our willing powers may curb this treachery.  Exeunt omnes preter Pitho & Bero. Pitho. 
Now kind brother your grave experience must direct, what is most needful to be done;  Bero. 
The chiefest care whereto our watchful eye should bar from future mischief, this strong fort by heaven's protection is secured, therein disabling our insulting foes hence forward to proceed:  Pitho. 
Then are our fears extinct?  Bero. 
Not so, dear Sir, the tempest threatens our ruin still; for 'tis a maxim warlike leaders use, not to despise the weakness of their foes, which else might give advantage to their design as many woeful precedents there are within the limits of my youthful days:( too tedious now to nominate,) for sixty odd years past, since first I practised arms, in the Hiberean wars, when Tyrona led on by some vain prophecy or other, did strive by dint of sword to assure himself the Northern crown, with much expense of blood at length t'h Angolean forces cooled his pride, and made his haughty courage stoop unto a base ignoble flight, yet now methinks the terror of this sudden hell-bred news, strikes near my heart, than all the legions of his furious train, could at that instant when Black-water-Fort, proved fatal to the most and best of ours:  Pitho 
We then like prudent Statesmen must observe, some fit occasion may endear the Palans to side with us, until our powers increase with new supplies from the grand Parliament  Bero 
Your advice is good, but we are the valiant stout Osirus here, we then could best proceed; yet fearing lest the pilfering Mountaniers do fire the suburbs, 'twere not amiss, if we employed that warlike Leader brave Carola, Cola, with whom five hundred of our best and ablest men to front the foe at home; Now friend; from whence thy news?  Enter a Post with Letters. Post. 
From Adrohna▪  Pitho. 
How fares the Governor?  Post. 
In health, an please your Lordship.  Bero. 
Is the noble Lord Tigranes in safety?  They peruse the letters. Post. 
The same my Lord:  Bero. 
It must not be difered a minute longer; go haste thee to the governor again, and tell him six hundred men completely armed shall forthwith march to strengthen him, and further bid him be of comfort, he shall not want, what's needful;  Post. 
I will not fail to return your lordship's answer,  Bero. 
Brother, we must withdraw to hasten what is promised we should incur a lasting scandal else:  Exeunt A march is beaten, then Enter Athenio, Mineus, Aretas Dora, Theodorike and Lentimos. Athenio. 
Now that our army is advanched thus far, within the confines of our trembling foes whilst yet their scattered troops lie all dismayed, we'll pitch a field in view of yond proud town, and stoutly summon them Within to yield, or train them forth, moved which a bold defiance, wherein we may express an ardent zeal to right our natives slavery, and stop the current of their puritan design intended for our total ruin;  Mineus. 
Brave man at arms, thy invincible spirit adds more fury to the justness of our cause, than when I recollect a memory of Guyrva's sad misfortune, through some prodigious star, ominous to poor Lirenda still, yet if undaunted resolution may advance the drooping state, of this our native Clime, let him not prosper will not prosecute that base, perfidious, puritanical faction, enemies to God, our mild and gracious sovereign:  Aretas. 
I will not boast what my intentions are, nor derive an active power from my own self conceit, No Noble friends and fellow peers in arms, my ambition's fixed on them powers above, from whence I have a heart both true and loyal, consecrate to the service of this pious war, in proof whereof,( vouchsafe me but that honour) i'll be the first shall scale those feeble walls and raze yond lofty turretts to the ground, or die in the adventure,  Dora. 
Forbear Aretas promise no more than thousands will beside we are departed from our home, under the conduct of a happy leader, to whom as to the public good we owe the tender of life, estate and fortune, for royal Carola his just prerogatives, wrested from him by an elected crew of shameless roundheads; wherefore lets once again confirm our vow in his defence, that is most dear unto us;  ( They draw. Athe. 
The motions good, join hands & hearts together Now God defend this kingdom by our powers whilst we are for our gracious king, and yours: Omnes Crant this, O Lord Amen, Amen, O Lord.  And kiss the hilts Athe. 
The squadrons now must quarter in due order, Dora take you the charge thereof, myself, Mineus, and Aretas will see if threats or promises will best prevail, th'obdurate Newters to side with us:  Enter a Scout. Scout. 
Arm Sirs, arm, arm, an army of well appointed Angoleans march directly hither;  Athe. 
Never more joyful news, come my hearts cheer up; hearken this welcome March a far off. sound, invites your valour, be not found dismayed although your foes be armed, the most of ours all naked men, ne'er trained to any seemly posture  Theod. 
What troops will you appoint to give the charge?  Athe. 
Lentimos, and you Theodorike must lead a party forth, we'll follow after with them we shall conceive expedient  Theod. 
Shine happy stars, propitious fate direct us, Come, let's away, heaven will I hope protect us  Exeunt alarms A good while after the alarms begun, Enter Albinus and cellar, severally their weapons drawn. Celar. 
Whither shall we fly, Captain Albinus make haste away, or we are lost for ever, our ranks are broken by the bloody foe that like so many cruel tiger's rage and slaughter all they meet, with ruth full groans of dying men the air is filled, and death in triumph waits upon our vanquished forces.  Alb. 
I scorn to flinch, or leave my harmless men a prey to them whose cruelty extends beyond the bounds of human nature; of my estate they have deprived me else, so most of those we have now seen lie dead then to revenge that wrong I led them forth, and to that end i'll stay; my life's no more but lost a●gments the sum of their large score:  Celar. 
Our sergeant Major hath forsook the field,  Alb. 
More Coward he;  Celar. 
Shall we submit or yield;  Albin. 
Neither; you may in that your pleasure do.  Celar. 
As you resolve so I will stand to it to;  Enter Theodericke & Lentimos. Theo. 
See where Albinus stands, as if he meant to conquer all.  Alb. 
Come on traitor.  Theo. 
Thou liest. base slave, that proud word shall cost thee dearly.  Lent. 
An equal match come, man to man;  Theod. 
Fall bacl good Sir, do you pursue the rest that flies amain: Exit. Lent. have at you Sirs. They fight, cellar flies, and Albinus is killed. pack hence thou wretched soul, go down to Styx, there learn of Tantalus what is't to strive, against the stream, for which he starves alive.  Exit. The body is taken off, then enter Pitho, Berosus, Osirus, Cola, and Tibernus. Pitho. 
When first this unexpected news was brought us we little thought it would climb to that height, or that there were such tyranny intended, against the miserable Northern Subjects but since we do( unto our griefs) behold the sad disaster of our dearest friends  Cola. 
Expect no better measure at their hands if their imperious pride be not abated;  Pitho. 
'twill come too late I fear,  Osir. 
Twist a fable, let damned Medea raise her spiteful charms, from the depth of th' infernal sooty caves, or from grim Pluto's court conjure a number of armed furies, this horrid crew, were they more strong than hell is deep, our just cause, cries at th'impartial throne of God for aid, to affront and keep in awe, these bold usurpers of our Soveraigne's power;  Pith. 
Most nobly spoken:  Bero. 
To think otherwise we should wrong ourselves, had we not lost our expectations for some private guilt, against the deity my cause of knowledge being sad and heavy, for the late army we sent forth they say, received a fatal overthrow,  Osir. 
Be not dismayed, think not the dismal sight of our defeated troops, shall strike us silent or rent our fortunes with an odious term of Coward fear, 'tis a base deformed object▪ a scandal for posterity to blot our fame, No my Lord, as yet my hopes hath life, by the same precedent in other stout commanders, witness Bellona's darling, invincible Caesar( whose fame and valour did spread over the girdled orb, unto the Antipodes) Darius, Priam, the Macedonian King, with infinite others impertinent to nominate these potent conquerors I say, were subject to the like misfortunes, yet notwithstanding afterwards have been victorious; And why not we?  Bero. 
Our case, my Lord, is weak and desperate;  Osir. 
For shame cast off them looks of sad despair, it ill beseems your calling, time, or place an occasion seldom less needful, without a further consultation: come, let's go immediately clasp on our coats of steel, and dare the traitors to their face, whilst I do animate and lead up the rest of our decayed forces: Courage as then, a little spark may lighten all again:  Pitho. 
Since your undaunted spirit must needs forward, then be as prosperous as Hannibal when he conveyed his army o'er the mounting Alps, or like the son of Jove, when Giants impudence did invade the heavens  Exeunt omnes preter Cola. Cola. 
My hearts, as good as theirs, had I equal power, i'd tear the fabric of this world asunder, my fury like Jove's violent thunder should blast the earth far worse than Phaeton in his heedless course, what would I not have done, what kingdoms ransacked till I had my will of these on whom I ground my hatred still:  Exit. Enter Athenio, Mineus, Aretas and Dora: They take their seats. Athe. 
To satisfy the nice conceit of those who judge our actions as their fancies are, our taking arms shall to the world appear a just and natural defence in us when to His Majesty, there's not the least conceit of any harm once meant, either in's royal person crown or dignity;  Min. 
So far we still express ourselves my Lord, for in this protection is laid forth the motives whereon we chiefly ground this war next with a tender care we do reserve all that concerns our sovereigns right, to the Lirendean crown, therein excluding all foreign power, all Princes whatsoever:  Athe. 
If such a Covenant we had not made; No Caesar, Scipio, Hannibal, nor that world's conqueror proud Macedon, were their expired dates renewed again, could not, nay should not subdue the gentry of Lirenda from their obedience to th' Angolean King, most firm and true since mighty Cheapstow did conduct us hither;  Aretas. 
Nor do we now intend a base revolt had Rome's majestic throne command it so my humble answer saith give Caesar's due, to God thy heart and faith;  Dora. 
That was indeed the chief occasion first that moved us join with them.  Athe. 
And will maintain it whilst life breathes in this corpse of mine,  Mine. 
And mine,  Aret. 
We are resolved to live and die together.  Enter a Messenger. Messen. 
May it please your Lordships, one Theodorike desires admittance to your lordship's presence:  Athe. 
Go give him entrance, good man his pains, are great to draw the Commons forth.  Exit Messeng. Mine. 
Such friends as him we need.  Dora. 
The more his praise.  Enter Theodoricke. Athe. 
Welcome Theodoricke.  Theo. 
Then know my Lords, with pains unspeakable drop reg've drawn together, of mine my near allies their servants, friends and tenants, a thousand able men, at Rufus quarters, in a fit readiness to do you service, when further know, our scouts for certain do report, that fifteen hundred desperate bloody rogues under the command of Sir Daretas, at Medra haven are landed, beside one colonel Crambich,( a branch of the cursed tribe in Pickland) is trusted with the leading of a thousand chosen men, all Citizens, with whom, by true intelligence, Sir Carola intends t'expulse us from our native dwellings, with such a savage spleen, men, women, infants on their mother's pape, are vowed to be killed;  Athe. 
That project crusheth all, Notwithstanding cousin, and colonel( a title not worth the least of thy applauded merits,) return, with such small forces as you have give Cola a manful skirmish, and we shall speedily unto your aid.  Theo. 
To my grief I speak it, the camp hath scarce a dozen pound of powder.  Aret. 
Heaven will strengthen thee.  Athe. 
Here take this sword, and use't against our foes.  Theod. 
Upon their carcases i'll spare no blows, farewell my Lords, Theodorike will go, expose his fate against your powerful foe;  Exit. Enter Florilla, Dulis, Pulchrina and Ellenora. Ellen. 
Yonder they are Madam.  Dul. 
My thinks they lack them pleasant smiles of mirth, that like so many radiant beams of Sol, gave comfort to the gloomy shade of our disquiet thoughts.  Flor. 
Why therefore we do now presume this visit hoping we may at least disperse them cares that we suspect doth seize them unawares  Dora. 
Behold my Lords, who comes?  Flor. 
We are discovered; health to your lordships.  They rise. Athe. 
Welcome fair Ladies all.  Pulch. 
Must we demand your licence to intrude.  Athe. 
'Twere needless; your beauties are sufficient to claim a greater favour.  Dulis. 
Sir you know, 'tis the desire of love, fond women do so much regard, that overcome with joy, you men esteems it as a needless toy, and may perhaps our kindness now express in the harsh language of ungratefulness:  Athe. 
Your will my dear,  Dulis. 
Is only to be merry this new year, for Christmas being now well near expired without the comfort of your usual mirth, what joy have we, what sorrows can prevent when in your looks the map of discontent:  Mine. 
It lies beyond the reach of female wit, to sound the cause that doth occasion it,  Dul. 
Howsoever some short time we'll borrow, to curb the mischief of a sudden sorrow;  Florill. 
Our music hath of late unto them given, a song, penned by a friend that doth protest he loves this Nation dearly, in whose breast such deep affection by their kindness came that he doth honour and respect the name;  Athe. 
This makes you to affect it so.  Dulis. 
Love binds us to it.  Flor. 
Will you be pleased to hear it then?  Athe. 
Yes, and with thanks to.  

THE SONG.  
Come away, O come away,  
Courageous youths, O do not stay,  
Now's the time, brave Mars will prove  
More powerful than the god of love.  
Cast your Venus sports away,  
Valour brooks not long delay,  
Gods themselves are up in arms  
To protect you from all harms.  
He that honour thinks to gain,  
Fears no danger, woe or pain,  
Death's grim look or bloody scar,  
makes the mind more noble far.  
Then make haste O do not stay,  
Dally not the time away,  
If you mean for to persevere,  
Now's the time, O now, or never.   Dulis. 
How like you this?  Mine. 
A perfect good one, Lady;  Flor. 
Seeing the poet's fancy hath pleased you thus, we crave the like respect, which granted us, shall not divert you long from them affairs whereto we see you are inclined to most how like you of a dance my Lords.  Mine. 
Fairest beauty, none dares deny, when you express the law that keeps offending lovers most in awe.  Flor. 
It merits not this compliment, your love, in this, is that which we desire to prove, some music there.  Music and the Lords and Lady's dance. Athe. 
believe me this was neatly done,  Mine. 
And gave us much contentment.  Dora. 
Ladies a banquet. after this to entertain our Noble friends.  Flor. 
If that small worth you think will please your friend, lead on the way my Lords and we'll attend.  Exeunt omnes preter Ellenora. Elle. 
Go, go spend the remnant of your happy days, whilst I with silent grief do vent my thoughts, thoughts able to dismay a mind most resolute if what a maiden's brain conceives will take effect, our woeful hours are posting on; we may be confident Angolias' fury, armed with a mortal hatreds ready bent to mischiefs, void of pity, with pretence, this cruel rage is in their own defence, lest we who have been still as slaves to them should now endeavour to regain our own religion, laws, and liberty, this, O this it fears me will produce more inhuman acts, than ever brutish Nero did invent: oh, oh, silly, heart, why dost thou figure forth so strange a form? silence no more, no more, let not the air be private to thy grief, fearing some fatal star, approves thy speech prophetical; and make these thoughts in fact a mournful Chorus to the following act:  Exit.  

The second Act.  Enter Athenio, Mineus, Aretas, Dora, Theodoricke, and Lentimos. Beat a march. Athe. 
This day( Dear friends and kinsmen) we must behave ourselves like brave courageous Lirendeans, not regarding the politic stratagems of Cola, wherein he thinks to find us, in a foul disorder, his Machavillian plots ne'er so privately contrived, but heaven you see, doth send us timely notice, wherefore we'll expect him with spirits altogether void of fear; what though we are not so well armed as he, nor furnished with that plenty of ammunition, the justness of our cause will shield us from the spiteful fury of his invading power; be sensible of your wrongs; the infamous disgrace without respect of birth or person, how odious the name of Catholic, hath ever been unto them? a hatred there's by inheritance, the loss of your estates by a thousand damned inventions; beside innumerable edicts against Religion: These torments were not held sufficient in respect we somewhat yet possess of this our native soil; wherefore they have contrived the last and worst of evils; to raze us from the world, No, nor leave so much as one alive, to increase the memory of us hereafter;( a grudge suitable to hell's black purposes.) Reflect I pray, how near it doth concern us then, to venture our lives and fortunes in a noble virtuous way; that truly tends, to the safety of your wives, children and friends: Admit gentlemen of the worst may happen, what an they break on ours; 'tis no dishonour neither our reputations blemished in't when th'advantage of arms and numbers theirs, May not fortune as well grace our desires when all her motions are uncertain, should we defeat them now the world would speak our praise: Come, let's resolve to do them more annoy, than Agamemnon, in the wars of Troy:  Lent. 
The grave and learned eloquence of Roman Orators( noble colonel) could not more perfect a description give, off those insufferable injuries, which captivated our hearts in chains of ice, that must again( perforce) dissolve in flames of just revenge:  Theod. 
Our enemies too near approach, else we could enlarge the subject of this conference with as many material circumstances, which for the present we abbreviate to prosecute our right: lead on Sir, bravely guide the way heaven will, I hope, grant this our happy day:  Exunt. alarms Soon after the alarms begun, Enter Cola, his weapon drawn. Cola. 
Was ever seen or heard, such bold, audacious rogues that dares upbraid my fury, have not I▪ to their confused shame and loss, caused many towns and villages to be destroyed in dreadful flames, themselves like dismal fugitives compelled to fly, and yet they dare affront me still! O impudence! that with extracted villainy deserves a total ruin, thy harm I seek, and long to glory in so good an action▪ motives sufficient doth induce me to it, to hang, to rack, to kill, to burn, to spoil, until I make this land a barren soil.  Exit. alarms Alarms: Enter Athenio, & Lentimos severally their weapons drawn. Lent. 
Fly cousin fly, there's no hope of safety else, notwithstanding a stout resistance, our men( affrighted with the unusual sight of blood and slaughter) are foully broken on, routed by a number crueler than famished lions in th'Arabian desert, Cola like a demi-devil or cannibal, cries out kill, kill, spare neither man, woman, child regard not age or sex, down, down with them all  Athe. 
For Christ his passion, do you once more oppose his fury, make good the trench whilst I persuade our timorous men to face about.  Exit Lent▪ As Athenio would depart Enter cellar. Celar. 
Stand traitor, perfidious traitor, stand.  Athe. 
Thy foe, a loyal subject, and prove it so; on your guard Sir:  They fight. Cellar is killed, Athenio departs, than Cola Enters with Tibernus and soldiers. Cola. 
Tibernus' charge, Crambich post unto the bridge where the most number of the villains are in strife to pass, let not a mother's child escape, but see due execution on them all:  Tiber. 
Your will shall be observed effectually  Exit Tiber▪ He spies cellar killed. Cola. 
What stout cellar killed? O damned bowitching fate: bear hence this body, then after take the pillage of the town for your good service.  Exeunt. Enter Belfrida. Belfr. 
Now as I live its like to prove a mad world, a desperate time with our Citizens; and it continue thus, where they did break by dozen heretofore, we shall have hundreds now at a light rate i'faith; such pretty shifts and sleights are so cunningly contrived these days, under pretence of safety, as shutting shops, packing up goods and sent, the Lord knows whither; coin, jewels, plate, householdstuff, every thing vanisheth like superfluous clouds, to the vast centre of the hollow earth; my countrymen are styled, to discontented gentlemen, well, if e'er I did intend to make a fortune, now's the time to stir myself, a fit opportunity will never offer my acceptance, ha, the mischiefs on't, I shall be reputed so, a prime promoter: tush a blast of breath no sooner blown then gone, honesty canno● thrive at all times, the proverb says, he must needs die a beggar that is known too just: wherefore I will screw up my wits, to the full height of knavery, whereby I may demurely insinuate myself, with the good liking of Sir Carola; whom no soon's made acquainted with my faculty, but heaps of honour will fall on me straight, with good Sir, sweet Sir, as I do pass them by, help me says one I am condemned to die, there's twenty pieces; another calls kind Sir, remember my petition you prefer here's expedition for it; thus 'twixt 'em all, I'm sure to rise, whosoever chance to fall: Enter Tibernus. here comes the only man in credit with Sir Carola; prosperity wait on your noble self Tibernus:  Tibern. 
Thanks honest friend:  Belfr. 
I have been since these wars desirous Sir, to do the governor some special service, but since could not the happiness to impart what I am sure will please and profit him.  Tiber. 
Relate thy mind to me, and thou shalt have a fit reward.  Belfr. 
To place my low fortunes on the pyramid of his bounty, were a praise befitting the worthy motions of a generous soul: This did induce my zealous love to show, the subtle pranks of some penurious Citizens, that lately closed up in a wall, at least a thousand pound in plate and cash.  Tiber. 
There's some strong hopes in this;  Aside. Belfr. 
I'll bring you likewise to each papist house, where privately are kept, trunks wholly loaden of rich apparel, coin, jewels, rings bracelets patents of the rebels lands.  Tiber. 
That especially:  Belfr. 
What can you think or name best needful for your use, but I will straight discover?  Tiber. 
Surely thou canst not miss a brave preferment;  Befr. 
Under pretence of being bred a Papist, I shall without the least thought of suspicion conduct your guard where Priests in secret are locked up at mass, or in the night as they abroad do creeping pass the street, moreover Sir, if the army be in want, or that of force you ask assistance from the townsmen where some may better spare more gold than others, let me alone to search the difference of those men's fidelity, how able, willing, really affected, Papist above Protestant I am expert in all  Tiber. 
Graceless villain that cares not to betray his dearest friends to them wots not after he were hanged: Aside▪ I must dissemble with the knave a while for my own end; Now trusty friend make good what thou hast said, and bless this hour for ever:  Belfr. 
Your constant servant I will still persevere.  Exeu▪ Enter Athenio, Mineus, Aretas, Dora, and Cephalon. Mine. 
Brother Athenio:  Athe. 
What says our dear brother?  Mine. 
Have you not hard of the late proclamation?  Athe. 
Yes Noble Brother, I perused it over, the treacherous model of a rude invention, Pitho would thousands give for all our heads  Ceph. 
No, there's a milder since, full of clemency, a general pardon,  Athe. 
To whom?  Ceph. 
Them will submit to the Lords justices  Athe. 
On what conditions?  Mine. 
Perverse cruelty?  Aret. 
Perpetual slavery?  Dora. 
And mortal hatred?  Athe. 
Very true: these are the glorious titles every faint hearted native will revolt shall have, which from my heart I wish it him, but to explain my own particular intention, may to the wise perhaps seem needles; yet he that loves his Country, or will profess the Characters of Catholiquo in's heart take notice oft, our quarrel is religious, in maintenance whereof we are already sworn without equivocation, and e'er I violate that sacred oath, a thousand deaths shall one by one invade me, if floods of misery, i'll wade them o'er and from its raging streams regain the sho●● of blessed fidelity.  Dora. 
May all the world example take by this Lord's goodness;  Cepha. 
Under favour: 'twere a folly, a most profound madness to seek our certain ruin by denial of a benefit, so conveniently proffered; when our wants at the most extreme: both night and day I posted hence the kingdom over, all parts my wand'ring thoughts conceived might best supply our wants, did I return aught but the fruitless labour of a needful journey; can Stelern now your foes▪ increase make up two thousand complete arms in field; your Lordships knows this is no fable:  Aret. 
Good Sir forbeate, the matter's past dispute.  Enter a Messenger. Messeng. 
An please your excellence, several gentlemen of the county, are newly come in post, with some strange news, it's feared by their sad looks.  Exit▪ Mess. Athe. 
Direct'em hither; some straggling troupers that for pillage scout abroad, makes false alaruins to affright the country thus:  Enter Theodorike. Theodorike,▪ 
Your news? What, sad upon't?  Theo. 
Osirus, with a powerful army gathered from all parts at least consisting of eight thousand foot, and horse, march hitherward; burning of towns, destroying Castles fair, all to the sword goes that his army meets, and doth intend( the which good God forbid) to make a fatal conquest of this land.  Aret. 
What strange, dishonest, base device is this, to publish to the world, a general pardon, before which time appointed is expired, poor harmless subjects killed, the kingdom fired, O faithless wicked cruelty!  Enter Lentimos. Lent. 
Shift for yourselves in haste, for here will soon arrive more sullen spies, than Mercury did charm in Argo's eyes; good my Lords dispatch, one minutes stay too long may yield you prisoners to untimely ends:  Athe. 
Dear friends, we now resemble one at point of death, that must perforce forsake, what he most dearly loved, life, wealth, fair possessions, pleasures content exchanged to sad expressions, wife laments, children their parent's moan, each hath occasion then to sigh and groan; so we, distressed we, must oft among, their doleful ditties tune a mournful song.  Cepha. 
Let them whose will stand out, I will submit to great Osirus cause it's held most sit.  Aside Exeunt. A March is beaten, then enter Osirus, Tygranes and Tibernus. Osir. 
Now through the power and help of heaven we are, in safe possession of their strongest holts, the foe not able to withstand our warlike troops are fled, like men full of despair, grief, regardless fury that we are thus strong; themselves pursued with terror of the times, and fearful shadows of base acted crimes, wherefore we must then cheerfully advance, not doubting but we truly shall e'er long, revenge sufficiently th' Angoleans wrong.  Tygra. 
You speak Sir, like yourself, full of maturity, the hopeful line, that guides my confidence from the most intricate labyrinth of despair when Adrohna was at point to perish, and placed the issue of a far event on more than mortal comfort: that proposeth to the wicked, vice, mischiefs, pains unspeakable, joined with the grim aspect of blood and terror, more deserving plagues then wilful Egypt felt, when her miseries were at the height of all extremes  Tiber. 
It needs must follow so, for in all parts they are environed with severe Commanders, famous for their valour, your Excellence in Stelern, and for the adjacent Provinces, men of known integrity:  Osir. 
It is our chiefest comfort they go on as prosperous as fair Bellona's darlings when the gods were threatened by a multitude of foolish mortals.  Tigr. 
But none with that celerity like yours, which far transcend theirs went before as Sol doth Luna's spangled Orb, or some bright star, when sable clouds doth veil the sky.  Osir. 
'Tis the noblest of your thoughts are pleased my Lord to speak our commendations greater than desert can warrant so much goodness:  Tiber. 
It cannot be denied; your prosperous fate, fame hath divulged it to the spacious world, with doubled Echoes of immortal praise; which makes Angolia to esteem your actions the glory of her Northern Clime.  Osir. 
Believe me gentlemen, this will impair your ripe judgement much, what tidings brings you from the camp my friend?  Enter 1, Post. 1. Post. 
To know your lordship's pleasure concerning a prisoner that immediately is taken:  Osir. 
How, a gentleman of quality?  1. Post. 
He names himself Lieutenant colonel Rufus a Scot by birth, a Papist by profession.  Osir. 
Let him be forthwith sent to the Lords justices,  Tiber. 
Behold my Lord, here comes another Post,  Osir. 
Now friend, thy news?  Enter 2. Post. 2. Post. 
That Lord Sileus, Bathillus, one Cephalon and Sisenna, with many other prime gentlemen are jointly come to the camp, in hope of a free pardon  Tigr. 
A gibbet fits them better: good my Lord;  Osir. 
Patience kind Sir, when time and place will serve each one may justly have what he deserve till then remit your censure.  2. Post. 
How will your Lordship have them be disposed of?  Osir. 
With a strong convey, guard them presently unto the Castle:  2. Post. 
It shall be duly done.  Exeunt Posts. Osir. 
Now we may say, Heaven favours us.  Tigr. 
Nothing more certain Sir, yet I must ask a boon:  Osir. 
'Tis granted, were it my estate Tigranes:  Tigr. 
No more than two full Regiments of foot, a troop or so of horse to augment my former forces, with whom I mean to wast the kingdom over: chiefly the Northern quarter, where most my indignations bent, until I pull from those bold conspirators unsanctified brows the wreath of honour, and force them to repent, cry, curse the hour, that e'er they urged Angolias warlike power.  Osir. 
There needs no language to excite thy valour, nor distrust, but thou Mayst soon accomplish, that pleasing service both to God and man, come then make choice thyself of them resolved hearts fit to wait on so brave a leader: Then you for Vlstrand, we Stelern, clasp hands, when martial men thus knit, their party stands:  Exeunt. alarms Enter Tibernus and soldiers. 4. Soldiers. 
They call for quarter, and will yield the Castle if we grant it them.  Tiber. 
Go, say they shall have it, promise what ever they will demand, until we gain this place of strength, our loss is much already; when that is done, gentlemen, and brother soldiers, their lives shall be at each of your disposals, as our poor countrymen hath been at theirs.  1. Sould. 
we'll brush the●r guts i'faith,  Tib. 
You were but fools and cowards else to think the contrary, when heaven cries vengeance on their sinful heads, nature binds you effect it; were there no more provoking motions, but the slaughter of your fellow soldiers here:  1. Sould. 
He speaks like a true zealous Protestant:  2. Sould. 
His words inflames my heart.  3. Sould. 
'Sblood mine's so too:  4. Sould. 
And mine is full resolved with this stiff blade, to gore the traitor's throats;  1. Sould. 
My sword likewise:  2. Sould. 
Mine shall not sleep when yours is drawn.  They draw severally. 3. Sould. 
This is as quickly drawn to;  4. Sould. 
But this did pretty well, and shall again, augment the number of our foes that's slain.  Tib. 
I must of force be absent now they yield: lest your pretence of being ignorant I granted quarter, might spoil the jest: you know your charge?  1. Sould. 
You need not doubt, we do: stand; where would these traitors go?  Enter men women and children. Man. 
Where God will guide us best.  4. Soul. 
Where the devil shall your wretched souls molest?  Man. 
Hold we had quarter promised us.  1. Sould. 
Believe him not he lies, kill, kill, let not a bastards They are killed. brat of that unhappy brood, escape your hands.  2. Sould. 
Look, yonder runs a score, let's follow, follow.  Exunt. Enter Theodoricke. Theo. 
Heaven grant they perish in the world to come, that were foul actors of this brutish tragedy: dear friends and countrymen, blame not my love, if I bestow the attribute of martyrs on ye, Martyrs, O Martyrs truly with good reason too, since for your faith, you suffered thus; live then blessed souls securely in eternal rest, whilst we lament your too untimely loss; Oh that my wishes could an army raise for this poor kingdom's safety; whereby such cruelty might be no more extended, but oh, oh, these, these wishes are in vain when fire and sword beyond control doth reign Lirenda, poor Lirenda now farewell, farewell thy former pomp; all's turned to grief attired in crimson robes of bloody death that none but heavens compassive motions can subdue: cease then, O cease impatient grief, when God is pleased, we may expect relief, mean time these breathless corpse methinks do crave that tribute which we all bring to the grave.  Exit. The bodies are taken off.  

The third Act.  Enter Cola in a fury. Cola. 
Plague choke him for a graceless villain, not a minutes ease my restless fancy had, since first I understood my dismal fate, ha, is this your prophecy, good man halter? is this my fortune? Sir, you will be lost He reads. in this war, by the hands of one you least suspect, before you shall return again: Must my labour, my zealous labour be, requited with a death I most abhor, not that I fear grim death base conjurer, but that a Lirendean slave should vanquish me, and glory in my overthrow, O, O, O, damned devils incarnate, if die I must my life shall cost ten thousand lives accursed  Enter Tibernus. Tiber. 
There's at least a score of arch-traitors sent to town, whereof one Cephalon.  Cola. 
Ha, Brukil● I hope,  Tibe. 
The very same;  Cola. 
God's blessing on thy heart, for this good news; a very rogue in grain.  Tibe. 
There is another old Commander, whom they call lieutenant-colonel Rufus, one can disclose more than a hundred more,  Cola. 
I'll screw it out of his old bones i'faith: good Tibernus fetch them hither.  Tibe. 
Them all?  Cola. 
No, none but that pair of cunning rogues: desire the Constable to yoke the rest, they cannot be secure, Exit Tibe. enough, but these shall to the rack without redemption.  Enter Tibernus, Cephalon, Ruffus and soldiers. Tiber. 
Clear the way there, for the prisoners, ho,  Cola. 
Are you there Sirs? have you brought Magna Charta, to reprieve you from the gollowes? ha  Ceph. 
No, His Majesty's more gracious.  Cola. 
What, what, to pardon a rabble of disloyal cutthroats, a nimble actor of this bold Commotion?  Ceph. 
I never was.  Cola. 
I say thou liest traitor▪ and sat in chief commission.  Ceph. 
Never in my life.  Cola. 
Better confess.  Ceph. 
What I did not?  Cola. 
The rack shall force thee then.  Ceph. 
Mercy great Sir supports his royal throne from whence your glories are derived, and is th' admired Emblem of heroical virtue dispersed throughout the world, wherein his highness like a prince composed of goodness, would not his subject's ruin, but rather have his mercy eminent, as himself is good  Cola. 
Rugh curs, now y' are glad to fawn, when hitherto 'twas lofty brags ye stood on, a treachery I'll trample into dust, and make you know, before we part, what homage you do owe:  Ruf. 
Sir, for myself thus much I will confess, not that I fear thy rack or tortures Cola, for why they shall no more than what I freely speak, I was indeed employed by the stat● of Lirenda, poor discontented Lirenda; to make known their woeful grievance to his Sacred majesty, which had he known, doubtless his royal soul would grieve to hear th'unheard of cruelty; thy squadrons exercise:  Cola. 
I tell thee doting traitor they are justly served.  Ruf. 
How, traitor?  Cola. 
I traitor to thy face I speak it.  Ruf. 
Even to thyself I do return the same.  Cola. 
How captious they thwart me with insulting language; lead them to execution straight.  Tibe. 
First use the rack.  Cola. 
He dies.  Tibe. 
Let me beseech you Sir.  Cola. 
At thy request it shall be so.  Tibe. 
The rack sirs, ho:  The Soudirs fetch in the rack. Ruf. 
Before that engine of inveterate malice comes, vouchsafe me hearing; I claim a double privilege; first the benefit of your late printed Proclamation Osirus promise next I should have quarter, such as became a martial man to have, which now we humbly offer your acceptance.  Cola. 
Dissembling Crocodile, thy hidden spleen shall not corrupt justice by invective flattery, no vipers no, a world of tortures are more requisite.  Ceph. 
Let Mercy mitigate your rage.  Cola. 
Presume to speak again, and by my sovereigns hand you both shall hang.  Ruf. 
That were an act like thyself.  Tibe. 
Come sirs you must unloose with expedition  Ceph. 
Is that the recompense of our submission, will neither honour, faith, nor pity move thee.  Cola. 
He stirs my choler, will none obey my will I'll tear each limb myself asunder, unless with speed he suffer?  Tibe. 
Do not provoke him Sir.  Cephalon is laydon the rack and drawn. Ceph. 
Heaven grant us patience then.  Cola. 
A standish Sirs: take now th' examination as he speaks it;  Ceph. 
Hold, hold, for Christ's sake hold; the torment's great.  Cola. 
Didst not thou conspire to surprise the Castle?  Ceph. 
Yes, yes, I did.  Cola. 
And went to several parts of the kingdom for powder?  Ceph. 
I did, I did.  Cola. 
Wast not thou private to their consultations?  Ceph. 
Very true.  Cola. 
Did not you then intend, to extirpate all th' Angolean Protestants, to dispossess our sovereign of his crown, to usurp the government of Lirenda?  Ceph. 
My conscience cannot accuse them so▪  Cola. 
'Tis false thou sayest:  Ceph. 
O no, no, no:  Cola. 
Rack up the villain higher yet, till he confess, confess I bid thee.  Ceph. 
Torments force me, to acknowledge that was never done.  Cola. 
How, how?  Ceph. 
I do confess what you demand is true.  Cola. 
Write that Tibernus, when thy rebellious kinsmen and thyself, would carouse and feast, you wished my head among you there,  Ceph. 
We did,  Cola. 
For which thou shalt a twist up higher yet.  Ceph. 
Then as you hope for mercy Sir forbear, my pains intolerable; oh I die.  Cola. 
Now take him off, your turn comes next.  Ruf. 
In vain you seek to force me Sir, since what I speak shall be through fear not truth: nor will refuse to answer the least syllable you ask.  Cola. 
Expect no favour 'tis denied thee:  Ruf. 
Such favour mayst thou at thy last judgement find: Rufus is laid on the rack & drawn▪ O cruel tyrant, will no remorse of conscience enter thy black soul to see, my aged limbs thus rent with tyranny?  Tibe. 
Better confess, then languish on the rack,  Ruf. 
I can no more than what unto the council else I did.  Cola. 
Higher with him: confess in haste, or by great Jove i'll rack thy life away,  Ruf. 
Take it, O take my wretched life away, so it appease thy fury, no tongue can tell what torments I endure?  Tib. 
He faints an please you.  Cola. 
Let him faint and hang to, no great matter, a doting proud obdurate fool, will not confess, go take them hence unto the jail;  1. Sould. 
Your pleasure shall be done.  2. Sould. 
Zlid, search their pockets.  3. Sould. 
'twill make us swill boys, swill boys merrily  2. Sould. 
Thank me for that, good man dunce, or it should walk to the Constable again.  1. Soul. 
His shallow Coxcomb, had not the wit to think on't.  3. Sould. 
However anon we'll be as jovial lads, as cup and can.  Exeunt. Cola. 
The rest shall be used with like severity.  Tib. 
'Twere wisely done of you.  Enter soldiers leading in the countrymen. Cola. 
Who have you there?  1. Sould. 
Two rogues with each a bag of salt we took, going to supply their wants abroad,  Cola. 
You have done well, to intercept the knaves: go bid the Provost Martial execute them presently:  1. Sould. 
Come away, come and be hanged.  Man. 
Where master?  1. Soul. 
To be hanged that's plain English,  Man. 
I trow no, for what Agra?  1. Sould. 
The gallows will instruct you better, come and be hanged, come.  Exeunt. Enter Belfrida. Tibe. 
Behold your chief spy is returned Sir Carola. your Argos, your pretty tell tale Mercury,  Belf. 
First, arm your grave thoughts with attentive patience, lest what I speak might prove offensive to you, your foes do daily expect from Spain, France and the Low-Conntreyes, plenty of all fit ornaments of war, as powder, bullet, match, musketts, petternalls, and such like, moreover many valiant brave Commanders.  Cola. 
Hell take them first, abrood of most disloyal vipers, ha, what peremptory slave durst tell this fable?  Belfr. 
Them who invoke your happy fates, for certain did approve it upon oath, and further said, one Dictus went for that expected aid:  Cola. 
What is he gone to Sea?  Belfr. 
Yes gone to Sea.  Cola. 
A blister build on thy tongue foul serpent Tibernus thou lovest me,  Tibe. 
My heart and life is yours.  Cola. 
Speed after good Tibernus in all post, send forth a power to watch at every coast, perhaps he lurks in hollow caves abroad, till wind and tide doth serve, whilst this base rascal,( corrupted with a golden bribe,) will not reveal his private haunt.  Belfr. 
Sir, if I have offended pardon me:  Cola. 
By heavens I will not, put him into the Provost marshal's custody, till further order comes from us; Tibernus charge Amphilus on his life to scour the Seas, and let the harvest be destroyed.  Exeunt. Tibe. 
It shall.  Cola. 
What Hercules can remove this mountain of enraged passions from my heart? O now it nothing fits my care to speak but thunder or take into my throat the trump of Heaven, with whose determinate blasts the wind shall burst, that blew his sails aloft, and th' enraged Seas consume their foamy waves, that will not let his vessel sink, whereby my care might be dispersed, void of suspicion, ascending from, this wicked plot unseen, a poisoned plot sufficient to infect the world; when they do show themselves the worst of men:  Exit. Enter Elleonora, pursued by a soldier his sword drawn. Sould. 
Stay harlot stay, or by the heavens above, I'll neither spare thee for reward nor love:  Elleo. 
Pity oh pity friend my woeful case, my parents are by thee already slain, what would my loathsome life avail thee then, kind heart relent, relent if any spark of civil grace be in thee.  Sould. 
'Sblood and wounds, unless thou yields me freely thy virginity I'll pierce thy breast with this remorseless steel;  Elleo. 
I scorn thy hellish motion: hands of rude devil or I'll convince thee with a chaste denial like virtue's darling fair Susanna.  Sould. 
Here's needless fustian trow Mistress twitle, twatle, what now? nay frisk about the cinquepace, all's one; thou strivest in vain to hinder my desires, yield, yield speedily.  Elleo. 
Never whilst I live: help, help,  Enter another soldier. 2. Sould. 
I come to help away your maidenhead, if't be not lost already.  Elle. 
More furies yet,  2. Sould. 
And more, if need require,  Elleo. 
O beastly filthy lewdness, will no compassion move you? O kill me kill me sooner than bereave me of a modest fame, see these eyes dim with distilling, tears, that never knew to weep till this sad hour, yet would some pity crave from your hard hearts, oh honest friends hearken to my griefs, let not your better sense be deaf unto the woeful plaints of a distressed maiden  1. Sould. 
Who hath a nimble tongue, and pratles strangely,  2. Sould. 
And as strong as a witch.  She struggles with them. Elle. 
Help, help in time, some help from heaven, help me ye powers divine.  Enter Theodoricke. Theod. 
Me thinks I hard not very far from hence some woeful Creatures to lament and grieve, crying a loud for help, as 'twere,  Elleo. 
Help, help;  Theod. 
Some ravished virgin did implore my aid, I'll therefore search this silent desert thorough until I find from whence proceeds, this heavy doleful cry:  Elleo. 
'Tis shame to use a maiden thus.  1. Sould. 
Zounds jade talk not of shame to us,  2. Sould. 
Stab the quean;  1. Sould. 
Z'life that's the way this pettish harlot will, affront us else.  Elleo. 
Oh stay thy murdering hand: murder, murder:  2. Soul. 
A she devil by God: canst not kill her trow:  He spies them. Theod. 
Direct me heaven, O that in time I may bestow my help: ha, what base inhuman fray is this? I did suppose as much, when first, her shrill laments did pierce the air, and sent into my soul a deep conceit of pity, ha, two to one weak creature drench in tears, trust me, the odds is much, and marvel she held out so long; well name of God, i'll forward, fly shameless villains fly, if not, by heavens I'll force your flight, & thus revenge her wrong:  He strikes at them 1. Sould. 
Rascal thou shalt dearly repent that blow.  Theod. 
Release that Lady first, I claim her mine, if not, be sure this blade's as sharp as thine.  He draws. 1. Sould. 
We mean not Sir at your request to flinch as if we feared thy lofty threats, no, no proud loitering scab, get thee away in time, or thou shalt rue the hour, and curse the day, in seeking to deprive us of our prey.  Theod. 
Untie her speedily base pilfering rogues, or by them powers above, you'll soon repent, the wrong you do this harmless innocent:  Elleo. 
Rescue, O rescue Noble Sir, a virgin, ready to be deprived of such a treasure, once lost, the world cannot repair again.  Theod. 
Fair beauty be of comfort, I'll fight for thee: Come ruffians come, come quench your bloody thirst, my heart's the fountain drink, drink till you're burst, if your insatiate lust be not yet cool, I'll soon extinguish that in human flame, why gape you thus, whilst valour may be had, charge both at once.  1. Sould. 
Z'life sure the fellows mad,  2. Sould. 
Let him go to, we'll cure his frenzy fits, or make him be more lunatic in's wits.  They fight, one is presently killed, the other soon after. 
Quarter, quarter, good Sir give me quarter,  Theod. 
The very same that all thy bloody tribe doth give my countrymen, when they submit their fainting lives upon a faithless promise: go, meet thy brother's soul poor naked rogue, where greedy Charon waits to waft him o'er, unto great Belzibubs infernal shore; Now be at liberty: give thanks to God therefore.  Elleo. 
His Majesty I'll praise for evermore, and you for this excessive kindness thanks, O thanks kind heart, ten thousand thanks I give thee, wishing that heavens may shower perpetual blessings on thee:  Theo. 
Dear heart relate the legend of thy misfortune.  Elleo. 
Sir, my griefs would rent a heart of marble, were it sensible of them gross abuses done( perhaps) unto your own dear friends as well as mine: oh Cola, that monster tyrant Cola, his barbarous command, no civil thought but must lament to think on't, a Turk could not more brutish villain than he, and to a kingdom( good God,) that raised both him and his from nothing, my aged Father, Mother, Brother, Sisters all, all my dear friends were basely murdered by him, when having notice of their bloody ends, fear lead me hither, supposing I was free from danger, but oh it almost proved a theatre of rape and murder, had not your valour ransomed my hard fate; To these I did a shower of liquid tears present in lieu of what they sought, but would not do: when my chief comfort was the gods, oh they, would then transform me like to Niobes, my griefs I'd most happy had I been, then metamorphosed like that mournful Queen;  Weeps▪ Theod. 
Fair beauty do not wast them crystal streams, that to a lover's mind more precious is then Mida's wealth?  Elle. 
Persuade me not,  Theod. 
I will:  Elleo. 
Reason enjoins me to obey your will, with all them dutiful respects I owe, your most accomplished virtue.  Theod. 
Then you reward my small endeavours highly: come my fair prisoner, wherein more freedom we may dispense with sullen, grief a while, prithee let's to the next adjacent garrison and as( without self spraise) I late did shield thee from the fury of these slaves, so under God I'll be thy safeguard thither, whence may proceed, some kind refreshment to poor souls in need.  Exeunt▪ The bodies are taken off; then Enter four soldiers. 1. Sould. 
Come along brother soldiers, the round, the round.  2. Sould. 
Zlid Sirs, where is the best pillage found?  1. Sould. 
At hangman's lane end, where marketfolks with store of belliware, of force must pass,  3. Sould. 
Zlid my teeth waters else, there, let's go there boys,  1. Sould. 
Mass alls but need never so paid in our days, with mouldy scraps of cheese, and butter, with as many colours as the rainbow in't: well my heart's in hope we shall feast merrily anon, let's be jovial, a fit of our own mirth, thento the work my lads,  2. Sould. 
What shall we have?  1. Sould. 
What but Lord Pitho's song?  2. Soul. 
Your voice is best, begin.  

THE SONG.  1. Sould. 
Pitho is doting, we care not who knows it,  
The Worst is but thee pence a day if we loose it;  
For were he not from God knows whom descended,  
He had on poor soldiers more freely expended,  
Let us not then boys expect from such men  
Any favour whose honour was got with the pen.  Omnes. 
Cast away care boys, trouble not your mind,  
For we shall be paid, when the devil is blind.  2. Sould. 
'Tis too well known sirs such men to get pelf  
With strange devices rob the commonwealth,  
By a colloging crafty kind of stealing  
They are made great ones; O fie on false dealing,  
Then let us pray boys, for them will thus palter  
May justly be served in their kind with a halter.  Omnes. 
Cast away cares boys, &c.  3. Sould. 
No marvel then sirs, we seek after pillage,  
In city, suburbs, town, or country village,  
When our grave statesman conceives it good pay,  
A soldier's allowance but three pence a day,  
Then help yourselves boys, O 'twere a bravado  
If we, could but see Pitho, in the strappado:  Omnes. 
Cast away care boys, &c.  Enter a Traveller. 1. Sould. 
Silence gentlemen, stand clear, yonder comes a traveller.  2. Sould. 
I'll dive into his pocket straight;  3. Sould. 
His cloak is mine already,  4. 
And if his felt be worth the taking, from whence come you Sir?  Trav. 
Who gives authority to question me,  1. Sould. 
Poverty bids us to examine you, canst lend us money friend?  Trav. 
Not a penny.  2. Sould. 
Wilt thou bestow some on us then?  They rifle him. Trav. 
Forbear, forbear;  1. Sould. 
We must change cloaks,  3. Sould. 
Your felt is good I see,  Trave. 
You will not deal thus shamefully I trow?  1. Sould. 
Get thee gone, begone, or I will make thee go.  Trav. 
With a light purse, and a heavy heart,  Exit. 1. Sould. 
See, see, 'tis weighty, silver O my conscience well, we'll share anon, good luck attend us.  Enter a maid servant. 
Who comes next?  4. Sould. 
A maid with something in her lap.  1. Sould. 
Stir not a foot, she comes directly this way▪ What haste thou here sweet heart?  Maid. 
Nothing for you.  1. Sould. 
What need you be so coy? 'tis ne'er the worse we see't.  Maid. 
Nor much the better neither: lo 'tis bread and meat my Mistress sent me for unto the market.  2. Sould. 
Your Mistress put not a crumb of this into her chaps by God.  Maid. 
Thou lousy, filching rogue, let go my meat, or I will to thy captain presently complain: cannot folks pass the streets for you?  2. Sould. 
There's thy napkin, we scorn baseness.  Maid. 
Baseness. base rougues, what are you else?  3. Sould. 
Dost call us rogues.  Maid. 
Your actions speaks it so.  2. Sould. 
Z'life trull begone or I will kick thee home: an angry spider to grumble for a little victuals thus:  3. Sould. 
Get home scold, get home.  They beat her off. Enter a Gentleman. 4. Sould. 
A prize, a prize:  1. Sould. 
Stand close, for if he spies us he'll drop in some house or other: Save you Sir.  Gent. 
And you likewise;  2. Sould. 
Kind Sir, regard a soldier's want, something to drink, your bounty Sir,  Gent. 
There's twelve pence for ye;  2. Sould. 
In earnest of a greater sum, your leave Sir;  Gent. 
Keep off, you are too forward Sirs;  1. Sould. 
Draw if you dare, an thou lovest thy life stir not:  Gent. 
I am a Protestant.  2. Soul. 
Be what you will, all's one to us sweet Sir:  They rifle him. Gent. 
Restore my purse, and I'll part with it freely;  2. Sould. 
An'if we do the King shall know it; ha, ha.  Gent. 
I must share with mine own,  3. Sould. 
You look to be beaten. I see that, go to the council complain, tell Pitho an himself were here I'd do as much.  Gent. 
There's no contesting with these desperate knaves.  Exit. 1. Sould. 
Ha ha brother, am not I a nimble lad?  3. Sould. 
Fackings and that thou art,  4. Soul. 
Gramercy bully, how has learned the trick an't?  2. Sould. 
Ah to plunge into a well lined pocket, no art beyond it.  3. Sould. 
Or to whip off a hat or a cloak and a wey-wit: but say what occupation likes thee best?  4. Soul. 
War's but a peddling figary, with a number of lousy customers, knocks, hunger, cold, thirst, the captain's-pay, a disease that sore torment us, 'tis a most unchristian purgation, some vermins too, lafoy, they creep, bite, and keeps a damnable quarter on my shoulders, an'I could shrug them off, I'd ne'er desire'em on again.  2. Sould. 
No better barrel better herring on us all, we can sing the same song, to the tune of Lachrimae, but to the purpose.  4. Sould. 
Faith mine jumps right with thine bully, 'tis a neat kind of trade, we only borrow from those can spare it: yet I say 'tis more gentle far than three pence a day,  1. Sould. 
Has hit the nail i'th' head, come shake hands, this day we thrive lads, to morrow again boys, a short life and a merry Sirs, follow your leader.  
Omnes O brave Timothy, Orare Timothy.  Exeunt. Enter Tigranes and Barbazella with a guard. Barb. 
If ere I did conspire with Cornet Brinfort, or knew of his departure, before I was informed he went; O let me ne'er behold, Sun, moon, stars, or any celestial power, that keeps due motion in their proper spheres  Tigr. 
Perjured slut, thy complices are yet extant, whose own confessions do approve thy crime;  Barb. 
Produce my accusers,  Tigr. 
Them gentlemen that now are in restraint for the same fact speaks thy accomplished willingness,  Barb. 
O no. do not cast that foul aspersion on them, so far I do presume their worth is such, that death cannot urge them express as much,  Tigr. 
This falsehood shall in thy blood appear,  Barb. 
Noble Sir: my fault as you have censured it, never deserved the least of this God knows: if innocence may plead my cause, no soul more wronged than I;  Weeps, Tigr. 
Them tears resemble Sinon's treachery against old Priam's Troy, wherefore 'tis said, vice doth her just hate never more provoke, than when she veils it under virtue's cloak: discover Brinsforts plot immediately or as I live I'll spare no tortures on thee:  Bar. 
Enjoin my sin some other penance, if truth must not appear t'acquit me from so foul a scandal, hide, O hide, my loathed face, in some nasty gloomy dungeon; or hang in chains until I eat the flesh, that ne'er offended, here then my naked breast, ready to receive what you will scribe thereon; my blood will serve in stead of ink, where if you please record, how willingly I suffered for my Lord and maker Christ.  Tigr. 
For lustful treason rather, until thou dost confess, i'll write in wounds fit characters to thy rightful sufferance.  Here she is drawn aloft, with burning matches between each finger. Barb. 
O kill me, kill me, do but grant that favour, be no more crueler than death, feel, O feel, your heart's transformed to stone, let my heart's blood dissolve yourself again, else you'll become the lively portraiture of tyranny;  Tigr. 
Thus I express me yet,  Barb. 
And yet I live:  Tigr. 
All the torments hell can boast of shall be inflicted on thee; not suddenly no, but with a fretting pain vex thy desire,  Barb. 
Thy cruel thoughts to hell's dark plagues aspire, Iesu Redeemer of my soul, to thee I must address my pitiful complaint, when men rakes less remorse on contrite tears than Tigers do, thou knowest, O Lord; whither my thoughts were ever guilty of that crime deserving this unheard of cruelty, but, O eternal wisdom my grief cries at thy watchful ear for every, vouchsafe it may, abate them torments that will last for aye.  1. Sould. 
How resolute these pettish Papists are, Aside. she'd sooner let her fingers burn to th'bone, than once reveal a rebels base intention,  2. Sould. 
Who was her sweet heart, and loved him dearly,  1. Sould. 
Mas lad an seems so;  Tigr. 
Speak huswife, speak,  Barb. 
What would you have me speak,  Tigr. 
What Brinforts plot was in departing hence  Barb. 
Ask me no more, I am a stranger in't:  Tigr. 
Did ever man behold such impudence? I know thou liest;  Bar. 
O be not thus incredulous, Jews, Turks, infidels, yes Heathens to, all nations do commiserate the doleful pains of them like me, nor will not urge them further, once the fires exposed, but your beliefs more strange than theirs.  Tigr. 
Confess, thou foolish wench confess, or I will cause new match to be applied:  Bar. 
Do what you please, my God I trust will strengthen me against thy hellish fury.  Tigr. 
'Tis a folly. to compel this slut I see, go, take her off. until some evidence comes in against her.  Exeunt.   

The fourth Act.  Enter Abner reading of a letter attended by two sons. He reads. Unless you speedily repair unto our aid, the Kingdom's lost beyond recovery. Abner. 
O fearful news, news that doth rent my heart to hear it.  1. Sou. 
Why noble father? you have received as desperate tidings oft before, yet made your thoughts contemn the worst might follow, and when occasion offered, as bravely did perform it, rebuke this passion than Sir.  2. Sou. 
Good father do, our joys in your contentment.  Abne. 
Fond youths your yet unripned years, brooks not the lowering gesture of deserved sorrows,( how near soever it concerns you,) why your spring o'retops the autumn of my years, your griefs a weathercock, subject to change at every blast of youthful pleasure; but when dame nature dies your flaxen curls a reverend grey, experience will confute that fond deluding folly: this is no common toy( like yours) to grieve at, no, no, peruse them mournful lines, where if you find not cause of lamentation, blame me then:  He gives the letter they peruse it 1. Son. 
Ha, Lirenda at point to be destroyed! O brother see, that country whence we are descended, calls for some timely succour: nature must work a true compassion in us: Father, O Father, by all that is most dear unto you, regard this sad complaint:  gives it bake. Abn. 
Now be yourselves the judge whether we ought not pity them, or prefer their safety sooner than all the fortunes mighty Spain will give us, value the difference pray: here we be indeed accommodated with respect and honour, wealth sufficient for our betters, with the grace of Spaine's imperial Monarch, what do we lack? nothing, but yet compared to the affection of our country, not worth the speaking.  1. Son. 
Weed' rather forfeit what we have, then stay a minute once our friends do crave:  Abn. 
That's each of your firm resolution,  Ambo. 
We humbly yield to your mature direction,  Abn. 
Go haste to your mother and prevail with her for I must yet a while consult alone:  Exeunt ambo. Abner lays him on a Couch and slumbers: Then enters the Queen of fates, attended by three nymphs viz. Clotho, Lachysis and Atropos. Queen. 
See where a second Mars lies, Abner named, fair nymphs respect him, or you'll be all blamed of too, too, coy demeanour; music, some solemn music. music or harmonious sphere descend, descend whilst we his virtues do commend  Cloth. 
Fair Queen the gods are pleased you know we should appear unto this mortal, to unfold their divine pleasure and most sacred will, in heaven decreed; wherefore we must fulfil the promises of their superior powers above; and as we do esteem him ours, thus I declare his fortune, in respect of warlike graces none shall more direct than his mature command: his valour to, shall make his adversaries blush to know, that from, an infant heaven did him elect, to be victorious still against their Sect:  Lachy. 
Opinion Mistress says, a silent tongue, consents to every thought, than I should wrong, his happiness, if I did not relate, what I am sure will much augment his fate, heroic valour, virtue a pregnant wit, are them deportments we conceive best fit, to crown his future actions; this we give, for an assurance that his fame shall live,  Attro. 
Grave Matron, from you I must needs borrow leave to speak in's praise, before to morrow visits the world, this discontented couch whereon he's stretch, 'tshall witness and avouch these promised happiness.  Queen. 
you're all content we see, to raise his fame:  Cloth. 
The gods themselves doth honour Abner's name,  Queen. 
Let each of you in Sonnets sound his joy, mixed with a dance or some conceited toy to pleasure him withal; whilst sleeping thus he may receive a happy fate from us.  

THE SONG.  
Morpheus we conjure thee hence,  
Go to them gloomy shades from whence  
All sorts of lurking mischiefs flow  
Beneath th' infernal depths below▪  
Go to Styx aver, or whither,  
Tell the gods exiled thee thither:  
Let no sad thought than mollest him  
We from sadness dispossessed him  
But contrive for him fit praise  
With length of many happy days  
So loud fame his worth may sound  
Through the universal round,  
Them bloody troops that doth destroy  
His native isle, like wretched Troy,  
In sad laments shall grieve to see  
Henceforward them victorious bee,  
O thy remorseless rage in vain,  
Lirenda flourisheth again.   As the song is ended, Enter Mars, Bellona, Pallas, and Mercury. Bello. 
See where the stately Queen of fortune sits like Ci●herca daughter unto Jove, to her we must address our best salutes, all hail fair Queen:  Queen. 
Welcome dear sister,  Mars. 
Fair Empress we heard your solemn notes ascend up to the highest point of heavens great arch, from whence we come to fill an empty sphere with comfort, the discontented Lirendeans.  Merc. 
The gods and goddesses are wholly bent to vanquish all their former discontent though hitherto they seemed not to regard 'em, yet notwithstanding they are now resolved henceforth to let their sorrows be dissolved;  Queen. 
We knew as much good Mercury, and do applaud that act, which argues them just gods, 'tis fit we publish then, what they decreed: Brother Mars, you must furnish them with arms, and Pallas' wisdom 'gainst intestine harms, ourself and you Bellona, in the field, will make the bloody adverse party yield to the stout Lirendeans, oft pursued by them unjustly almost were subdued; Their Sol thus long eclipsed again must shine, to show the lustre of them lamps divine that best predominate their happy fates, we mean them stars, which on that island smile, to see they shooed retain their light a while by a dark cloudy mist that now is spent and forced to vapour in the Orient. Therefore resolve as we long time did since with your immortal powers for to convince as many armed furies as will dare repine at Abner's deeds, or seek to share in them adventures we are pleased to give, a good success unto; his fame shall live, that once it might be said, dame fortunes wheel, became soon steadfast, when it most did reel.  Omnes. 
By Jupiter agreed.  Queen. 
Dear sister come, take They take their seats. your seat whilst my chaste nymphs, graced with these gods do dance.  Music. The Gods and nymphs do dance, which ended: They rise. Queen. 
Now your free bounties are bestowed we see▪ in each respect as we desired shooed be, such thank fullness that to your deities due, fortunes great Queen doth tender each of you, Now gently, gently, wake him as we go, up to our spheres, thence view his deeds below:  Exeunt. He is wakened with solemn music and this following song. 

THE SONG.  
Hence flattering Somnus get away  
With thy drowsy leaden mace,  
That which makes the brightest day:  
Blacker than a Negro's face,  
Here's no biding for thee go,  
Once the Gods command it so.  
Rise from his tempting couch, O rise  
Courageous Abner do not stay,  
Lirenda calls aloud and cries  
Brave Abner come, O come away,  
Him Victoria guardeth still,  
Can best assuage our present ill.   Abner wakes. Abner. 
Is't in a dream I saw this heavenly vision, or is't vain fancies dazzling on mine eyes, sure I slept sound indeed, but ne'er with so much blessed content before, a dream it cannot be, a blessed inspiration rather; that yet possess my thoughts, with a most sweet delightful comfort; well, in few words I am resolved, propitious heaven, now I implore thy aid, him thou'lt assist, needs not to be dismayed.  Exit. Enter Athenio, Mineus, Aretas and Dora. Athe. 
'Tis more than time we look to right ourselves on that foul wretch and tyrant Cola, least suddenly we forfeit for our slakenes the loss of all our heads,( if taken by him) for having lost all goodness, and of late grown desperate mad, through turbulent passions of a distempered soul; cannot reclaim his wickedness, like one too far engaged, ever to return to honesty again:  Mine. 
Honesty my Lord's a stranger to him, and minds no more civility, than cannibals or Tartars do, being puffed up with pride of them vain praises falsely given him, by a multitude as basely minded as himself.  Aret. 
How they do glory in his bloody deeds, and styles him truly valiant whom the world reputes no better, than a monster clothed in human form.  Dora. 
Unheard of madness to betray so many innocents', that but for him and his damned shameless retinue had not be even executed so;  Aret. 
How shall we then advise to rid us of so dangerous an enemy.  Athe. 
Heaven will, I hope, contrive, his overthrow, in this our expedition though he securely now abides in garrison guarded with five hundred expert soldiers thinks Heaven nor Hell, cannot molest him there, or that we dare not march within a league of his stern countenance, such is the foppery of his vain glorious humour,  Mine. 
Then name of God, This night we will advance our forces where the besotted tyrant now remains, if we but kill his centry then, we may more boldly enter and surprise him napping in his bed asleep:  Athe. 
That were the safest way indeed to venture on him, or preserve our troops entire, until our Noble cousin Abner be arrived  Aret. 
he's long expected,  Mine. 
But will be shortly here,  Athe. 
Who when he comes, comes well appointed to support this pious war, our wants with his renowned fame beyond Sea.  Mine. 
Let's march directly thither, come lose no time, that in necessities a wilful Crime:  Exeunt. Enter Cola like one distracted. Cola. 
Furies and plagues torments my restless thoughts with ghastly visions of deformed hags, infernal monsters to my thinking would perforce deprive me of my vital breath, O that this horrid night were past away, a thousand millions for one glimpse of day.  Flashes of fire, with a horrid noise is hard, then Enter Revenge with a sword in one hand, and a flaming torch in the other followed by three spirits in sheets. 
Ah, ah, they're come again; it thunders, whither shall I go hide me from the bolts he knocks. dreadful crack: Tibernus, Morton, why Tibernus will none defend me from these ugly shapes, O how they press on me, give bake rude furies or by the hand of Proserpina your Queen I'll force you hence unto the stygian green  Reven. 
I am Revenge roused from my silent cave by justice that revenge on thee will have, for thy base murdering of man, woman, child, wives, widows, nurses, virgins defiled, all that a tyrant could invent or do, thou most inhumanly didst put them to, wherefore Revenge, revenge from hell is sent to lead thee to eternal punishment;  1. Sp. 
I am the soul of him an thou wilt know that in thy pistol once didst force me blow, gave fire and shot me dead; hell is thy due, for which revenge, revenge doth thee pursue;  2. Sp. 
We are them two poor harmless country swains, to get an honest living spared no pains, we to thy quarters went, and would from thence bring salt abroad just worth some eighteen pence, thy soldiers took us, stripped us, shrewdly banged us, than after to the gibbet and there hanged us by thy command; wherefore we do implore Revenge may take, revenge on thee therefore:  Reven. 
This bloody sword, and flaming torch are them true Emblems of thy furious stratagem invented chiefly to depopulate destroy, consume, and wast the regal state of this brave kingdom, or what therein's found, either above or underneath the ground, such was thy wicked malice, spleen and might for which we seek a just revenge this night,  Exeunt. Cola. 
This was a plot of some conjuring Papist to vex me with these filthy strange affrightments, O that I could with mighty Jove rain down a shower of maledictions on them, cursed wretches they; the name itself doth vex me more, than all them dismal shapes i've seen before. An alarm, Enter Tibernus. What come again, life then adieu? Now Tibernus what makes this loud alarm?  Tiber. 
That you may arm yourself in haste, the rebels march into the town:  Cola. 
He was a traitor did command the guard this night: go hie thee Tibernus, call the troops together, cry but a Cola, Cola, I warrant thee they'll fly.  Exeunt severally. Alarms Cola, returns again. Cola. 
Sa, sa, they break I faith, Cola, Cola, cry out a Cola;  One meets him and dischargeth a pistol whereat he falls down dead▪ Then enter Tibernus and soldiers. Tib. 
Sir Carola Cola slain, O execrable slaughter! Heaven curse the rascal that was author on't: bear in the body to be embalmed with tears, that when his mournful obsequies are ended this Epitaph may on his tomb be engraven, Angolea's glory, Pickland's wonder, Lirenda's terror lies here under.  Exeunt. Enter Caspilona with a keeper. Casp. 
Is't the counsel's pleasure I should be removed from hence; prithee whither?  Keep. 
Unto the Castle:  Casp. 
'Twere as good I died, as to be laid in such a loathsome place, where surely Mumferret must be my keeper: good friend, desire thy master may return his writ, I'm sickly, and not in case to be removed, if they conceive me not secure enough, or fears escape, set double locks on, bar your windows treble over, any thing but departure, so kind each one of you have been unto me, that my imprisonment's a pleasure rather:  Keep. 
My master's willing to afford your Lordship all the favour lies in him, but that he may not,  Casp. 
Why friend? 'twill be no prejudice to him, only his labour to inform the Court, whom I hope are not so void of reason, but will admit a prisoner( my inferior,) this poor request:  Keep. 
He dares not do it, once the judge and council's bent against you, for 'twas their express charge to the sheriffs thus, beware, your prisoner Caspilona hath not more freedom given him, than you may answer, at a thousand poundle piece.  Casp. 
Sayest thou so Roger? well; if there be no remedy, but needs Gives him money. I must depart: there's for thy dutiful Gives him money. attendance.  Keep. 
Now heavens protect your Lordship, as I live it pities me, this generous Aside. noble Lord, they're much to blame, wrongs so good a soul:  Casp. 
Honest Roger, I am disposed to rest, if any kind friend comes to visit me, desire they would repair another time  Keep. 
Your will I shall observe my Lord.  Exit. Casp. 
Thou art always honest Roger, trusty Roger, this is the course of fickle fortune's wheel, last week reputed for a loyal subject, now in close prison as a traitor kept, whose thoughts in that respect, is full as pure as new fallen snow on mount Libanius; but this corrupted age, declares my dearest friends to be my prime accusers; well, thou God of justice, whose bright impartial eye, views the world's guilty crimes, see an innocent exposed unto a sad disastrous fate, if thy great mercy helps me not? O than I suffer shall with other harmless men:  Here he walks in a solitary posture whilst an angel sings. 

THE SONG.  
Cast off that drooping sadness Earl,  
Be not dismayed take heart of grace,  
Behold a true Ellizean girl  
Pityes thy distressed case,  
One that will a mortal shape  
Take on her for thy escape.   Casp. 
Some voice my thought did whisper in mine ear, a sweet melodious note that said, fear not thou shalt escape: Alas 'tis but my fancies Wish it had been so; No that cannot be, for yet my soul retains an inward joy, the motion is divine, and makes me happy beyond measure; bright angel of celestial paradise, to whom the safeguarde of my life deputed is, help me, O help me to get from, this labyrinth of care, otherwise I never shall perfect that enterprise.  Exit.  

The fift Act.  Inter Athenio, Abner and Mineus at one door, there meets them, Caspilona, Aretas, and Dora, at the other door. Casp. 
My Lord general of Stelern welcome welcome to Lirenda, thou fair son of Mars.  Abn. 
My Lord Caspilona, we gratulate your safe escape,  Casp. 
Most hearty thanks,  Athe. 
Now we may boldly cope with our insulting dominiering foes, whose arrogant pride contemned this nation with an infamous report of cowardice; base rascals, they shall know we have undaunted spirits left to quell their treacherous malignant power; their breach of public faith, granting quarter then after falsely murdering them,  Abn. 
Is't possible, that men who knows the Law of arms, should be so absurd, so profane,  Casp. 
The universe cannot parallel like bloody massacres odious to God and man,  Abn. 
Believe me 'twill end shamefully, such actions cannot thrive,  Athe. 
Ought we not deal with theirs we vanquish so▪  Abn. 
We scorn to imitate their baseness, what we do shall be in a nobler honest way, true martial discipline,  Athe. 
Which they will ne'er observe, A Trumpe●▪ what means this 〈◊〉 of the trumpet sound.  Aret. 
Some news is posting hither,  Athe. 
What tidings Lentimos?  Enter Lentimos Lent. 
Arm good, my Lord, with speed Marquis Osirus, with a powerful Army, march hitherward, and hath already been at Motilin where his rude, boy sterous followers, put men, women, children to the sword, for certain 'tis reported, they bend their forces thence to Fosse,  Abn. 
Where they, God willing, shall have a bloody banquet, Come cheerfully, my Lords meet those that came so far to seek your manful blows,  Exeunt. Enter Lisana, Tigranes, Tibernus and soldiers. Beat a march. Tigr. 
Though we come short in our design of Fosse, or must retreat from that unlukie town, 'tis not the bruit of Abner's hasty march with the whole strength of Stelern, shooed make us stir a foo●●, did his numbers equal great Xerxes' army, that drank up rivers dry, the world shall testify our willingness to meet him when, and where he list;  1. Sould. 
But not with more haste then good speed sweet Sir Jeeringly aside. I think we have been pretty well beaten else, for all good tokens, a witch, a whore, gave me such a damnable thump of a stone, my shoulders feels the weight out yet,  2. Sould. 
Curse on't for me: 'twas a plaguy skirmish, they fought like devils within, and ye be wise not a word O fighting more  Lysa. 
We need not urge them to an open field for so it might prove dangerous, our men you see are not themselves, much weakened by this far and toilsome journey?  Tigr. 
Wonder invades me, you should think our forces lost both courage and experience, as if they had been light brained weaklings, guided by misfortune where no resistance could secure their lives wast ever known they went a step to shun their foes, No, nor will not now I hope begin whilst these undaunted squadrons are reputed soldiers fit to serve any Prince on earth, men that regards not toil, travail, penury or sickness, nothing can divert them from a glorious conquest, the aim a valorous intention levels at:  Lysa. 
I would you knew the proudest Monarch of the western globe, hath been as circumspect as valorous, lest some strange accident might drown their greatness in Lethaes' flowing streams, then why not we, since our auspicious stars, hath made our actions shine like theirs, in equal glory, than I pray; ought we not be as circumspect as they?  Tigr. 
You speak as if you stood in fear of them,  Tib. 
Come leave this different discourse, the question is, whether Marquis Osirus will towards home, or fall on the next garrisons?  Tigr. 
With my consent, there should not be a Castle left unlevelled with the ground,  1. Sould. 
Soft and fair: th'ave gotten guns and powder, will make us smoke i'faith;  Jeering lie aside, 2. Sould. 
Deckins take them now of late, they are grown mighty valiant,  1. Sould. 
Stout fellows,  2. Sould. 
An I could to my granam once again I'd ne'er come look for land in Stelern more,  1. Sould. 
Them wood for me I wish might die a pander,  2. Sould. 
And with less wit than either goose, or gander.  Enter Osirus. Osir. 
What serious conference is this between you gentlemen, are you grown faint of late see the multitude of your increasing foes how earnest they like venomed spiders haste to take us in a tangled web of woe, and here you stand aloof, like men dismayed, as if it nought concerned to hear or see, the subject of Lirendas tragedy?  Tigr. 
We only wait your honour's chief command,  Osir. 
For shame speed to your several troops, let not your warm blood freeze in them active veins, whilst such a noble blessed occasions offered. Come then courageously, and the day's yours in spite of hell, and all malignant powers.  Exeunt. Soon after th' alarms begun, Enter Lysana his weapon drawn. Lyra. 
All, all's lost, our troops are broken basely; O that I had a pair of Dedalus wings, or mounted on swift Pegassus to pass from hence invisible, my thoughts foretold this heavy dismal day, I would be gone but that I know not whither, and want a guide, a guide, a guide, a thousand pound for a guide, fear makes them deaf, they cannot hear the golden offers of great Lestrell's son, well than I will proclaim it once again; five thousand pound, ten thousand for a guide, my whole estate to him will be my guide.  Exit. Alarms. Osirus and Abner meets severally weapons drawn. Abne. 
Vive le Roy; advance th' artillery is ours.  Osir. 
Not so fast bold traitor stand:  Abn. 
Traitor Sir, as loyal to my sovereign as thyself, and to thy face I vouch it now proud Marquis They fight, Abner closes within him. yield sir yield, you are my lawful prisoner:  Osir. 
Thine? let him perish yields to any of thy faction.  Enter Tigranes. Alarms. Tigr. 
Rescue the general's in danger;  Here Tigranes renews the fight, Dora steps in and knocks down Tigranes, Tibernus to his rescue, where after a short skirmish they retire fighting severally. Exeunt. Enter Abner, Athenio, Mineus, Aretas, Caspilona, and Dora. Abner. 
They cannot boast our reputations blemished in the loss of this late victory so fair lie ours, No the chance of war's uncertain, and no man ought to grudge at what is past, since them we did encounter last, are fled, loaden with the luggage of your heavy blows and glad to scape so to; but least some carping momus falsely might, attribute to our actions, what destiny, brings on the stoutest he that lives; were not the gods constrained to hide themselves in hollow caves of Egypt, when fierce Typheus', did pursue their deities; and mighty Cesar to was glad to fly from stout Lord Nennius in the Britains war, then wounded with his own infected weapon: how many like examples could I mention of powerful armies overthrown by fate; witness Xerxes, Hannibal, Darius, the Grecian troops at Troy, Troyans themselves, Emperors, Kings, Princes, Dukes, men whose aspiring thoughts mounted above the clouds, yet were brought low, and raised again, as wavering fortune went, which best becomes a soldier, and proves him truly valiant, that will slight, the frowning cheeks of proud Bellona's height: since nothing can be more commendable, than an undaunted generous spirit,( the square true warlike virtues measured by,) I dare assure the meanest of this nation will maintain it, that posterity may have a pattern sit for them to imitate, briefly, let's bravely forward that we may, regain more than is lost another day;  Exeunt. Enter two soldiers merrily disposed, singing the following Song. 1. Sould. 
In days of yore, not long before  
The last wars here were ended  
with maid and wife, a soldier's life  
was most of all commended:  2. Sould. 
For why they fought, not then for nought,  
Not one among thrice twenty,  
But had good drink, with store of chink,  
Their pockets seldom empty:  1. Sould. 
But now adays, that jovial praise,  
Is turned topsy-turvy,  
To sweat to dirt, to a lousy shirt  
To scratching itch, or scurvy,  2. Sould. 
Nay one thing more, doth grieve us sore,  
Weighs me that I can say,  
Sir reverence, without offence,  
'tis called the Captains pay,  1. Sould. 
Which Lord forbid, if our foes did,  
Crave vengeance come with quickness  
They never could, no if they would,  
Wish a more hellish sickness,  2. Sould. 
If pilliage wood, do us some good,  
Commanders, are the boulder,  
That plundering Dick, hath taught the trick  
You must not this good soldier;  1. Sould. 
Thus we are served, and almost sterved,  
'Twixt one disease or other,  
The best of us, can well sing thus  
Shake hands with me kind brother:  
hang melancholy, a pound of sorrow will not pay an ounce of debt, so mad cap so:  Claps him in on the shoulder. 2. Sould. 
Zlid I have sown all my wild oats already:  1. Sould. 
Wild as a buck, or tame as a duck,  
Or sillier than a coxcomb,  
No land, no wealth, no thanks, 〈◊〉 health,  
And is't not therefore all's one?  2. Sould. 
This rhyming humour likes me well:  Enter another soldier. 3. Sould. 
News, news,  2. Sould. 
And what's thy news goodman fool,  3. Sould. 
Brave news. our general Sir Vavasiro:  2. Sould. 
And what of him?  3. Sould. 
Says we shall have old cutting throats anon, and pillage boys, pillage till ye sweat again,  1. Sould. 
The Castle is not yielded yet,  3. Sould. 
Within an hour it will at farthest, where if we do not dance attendance quickly, others will play at sweep stakes all.  1. Sould. 
Very true, an honest lad;  2. Sould. 
A very, very arrant— honest lad  Exeunt, A short alarm, Enter soldiers dragging in men and women whom they kill, than falls off, Enter Caspilona, Dora, and Lentimos. Casp. 
You see this doleful object gentlemen and perceive what need our friends have of some swift assistance, that peradventure might redeem more than is held expedient, we are not therefore come to loose time in a tedious consultation, seeing your worth and valours known already, than name of God charge home: let's haste away, Heaven will assuredly grant this our day,  Exeunt. Alarms with Drum and Trumpet, Enter Vavasiro, pursued by Caspilona. Casp. 
We thought Angolean sparks could not tell how to run before; proud Vavasiro dies:  Vava. 
O spare my life victorious Caspilona, and I will faithful submit thy contrite prisoner.  Casp. 
That but immediately didst bucher those, without remorse or pity, go learn to be a penitent, and know we use mercy to them, doth ours more oft abuse.  He leads him of, a prisoner, Exeunt. Enter, Athenio, Mineus, Aretas and Dora. Athe. 
Now he perceives his mischievous intention, will not take, makes him the more adventurous or rather desperate, that no advice( from his best friends) can persuade him once to slake, what lies in him to execute, though it sink him deeper than the worst of evils, or that he may be disappointed, yet will not seem to know it, so far, a bloody passion doth transport him, that he reflects on nothing but revenge; whom to surprise or murder,( though innocent,) he makes no scruple on't more than Cola did before he fell under the weight of his own vices:  Mine. 
A tiger, truly by name and nature, a slave too, that torments himself worse than he can do us, how good a face soever he puts on, or that rude multitude doth follow him: we are become their betters in the field heaven favouring us with good success, that now their malice shows not half the violence that hitherto it did, though no good will be wanting to effect it, if they could, wherefore 'tis certain then, he that will steer black envies bark, in a warm Sea of blood, must justly perish in that fatal flood  Aret. 
To witness this let me present unto Your memory a few in Stelern only, that like a torrent of impetuous fury went raging down the steep descent of death: and lost themselves therein; Albinus, cellar, Daretas, Philanax, with their Rabi, ringleader, Sir Carola Cola,( for whose dear sake they yet lament, whereby 'tis palpable, heaven grieves at our reproach.  Dora. 
We could rehearse as many more sufficient to amaze the most obdurates Round-head of them all, but to express; that we regard Tygranes forces less, then may be spoken of, whilst we can wield these arms, such cutting weapons that can soon decide, the best of either's right  Enter Lentimos. Mine. 
Behold Lentimos with some sad news it's feared  Athe. 
It shall not work in us the worst may follow, Now cousin, how goes squares abroad?  Lent. 
That Lord Tigranes with his army doth commit all kind of cruelties, and march directly hither:  Athe. 
What strength can you discover him to be?  Lent. 
About five thousand, horse and foot,  Athe. 
Were he ten thousand strong it matters not we'll expect him at Lesterne passage, go take a hundred musqueteers along with you, and make it good before his van arrives: we'll follow after in all convenient Exit Lentimos. speed: we are not ignorant, noble kinsmen, how insolent, bold, and audacious these forlorn wretches do contest with us▪ for what's our birthright and inheritance, that in defence of that, or what is dearest to us, we are to expose ourselves to death, the wrong done our poor harmless people, all the most studied torments was inflicted on them, for which we chiefly move, attired in arms to rouse their stupid conscience that will strictly answer for't; whilst now each goodness doth forsake them; it cannot pass so currant but we may give an end to their vain hopes, heaven yielding us that privilege, though not worthy yet we need not doubt it; Then let us arm, as well interior, as exteriorly, to be in a fit posture against he comes. let trumpets sound, strike up our martial drums:  Drum and Trumpets as they depart. Enter Tigranes and Tibernus. Tigr. 
Where lies their camp?  Tib. 
At Lestern passage some some three miles distant hence,  Tigr. 
Are they strongly fortified.  Tiber. 
Impregnable, and hardly can be forced, without great loss of ours,  Tigr. 
Have they artillery think you,  Tib. 
Yes some small piece they have,  Tigr. 
Which shall be mine, or mine theirs ere bright Titan's rays decline, go, bid the officers be ready, for intend to march against them presently Exit Tibernus. a Curse on his life for me, that will not break on them, or use the most extremity he can devise, a storm of tortures, until the mountain of their vicious will are brought to nothing; O that it lay within my power to cut off root and branch together, if not, be sure, I'll do my best endeavour.  Exit. Soon after the alarms begun he returns with his weapon drawn. Tigr. 
All will not do, some horrible wicked destiny befriends them, our men drop down on every side, whereat they seem to scoff, and flout, not giving ground an inch, well, well, Tigranes shall not be affronted thus I'll sooner die, and fight it out to the last man, death shall not hold me.  Enter Tibernus. Tiber. 
Remove your standing Sir, I do beseech you Sir withdraw your person to some other place: for hence I can descry a piece right leveled to give fire at you;  Tigr. 
That man is cursed in his mother's womb, will shun a Canon shot* ah, I am wounded, wounded, A shot is given forth. beyond recovery, Now, O now I feel the painful seizures of untimely death, on the remainder of my vital breath, vain world adieu, farewell brave soldiers all be not dismayed, at Lord Tigrane's fall;  Tibe. 
Heaven's blessed messenger, receive thy soul.  Soldier's steps in. Sould. 
But is he dead indeed?  Tibe. 
As cold as stone;  1. Sould. 
We that have loved him when he lived, & found his open heart, a Magazine of bounty, must( if nature be not too ungrateful,) shed brinish tears,  Tiber. 
That were effeminate, and indiscretion too, Now he's lost, if in the view of our adversaries we seem to grieve, it may occasion greater evils, having th' advantage of our general loss; then silence best becomes you, for the present all that is requisite must be to bear his body hence unto his tent; so sadly on, that when true sorrow's in the hearts of all his corpse may have a noble funeral:  Exeunt. Beat a march, Entet Abner, Athenio, Mineus, Aretas, Dora, and Lentimos. Athe. 
Thus through the help, and furtherance of heaven our most malignant enemy's overcome glad to play least in sight, went sneaking home, who not long since, for oaths, and threatenings might terrify the gods, or subdue the world, that neither Heaven nor Hell was thought on once, or what was spoken of them were but fictions which lead them to the gulf of desperation.  Abn. 
We must pursue this blessed victory, making our withered hopes, bud forth in blessomes of never fading honour:  Dora. 
It adds unto our comfort Noble friends, that Caspilona goes on bravely to,  Abn. 
Yes, and God willing we intend so to, until we purge the kingdom of these drones, them viperous Locusts; Come follow me,  Lent. 
But stay my Lord, here comes a Post with letters to your Lordship;  Enter a Post With letters. Abn. 
How letters? let me see; had they defered it but one fortnight longer,  Athe. 
What news do them import?  Abn. 
A proclamation, for one whole twelve month and a day's Cessation,  Lent. 
This works in us a greater admiration that being in the full height of our conquest as prosperous as might be expected brave Abner's shining virtues like the Sun out of a new Horizon, all the graces delighful Mars could give, or we deserve, must through this needles fond cessation, rest on the drowsy Couch of dark Oblivion; it is a pill few soldiers can digest;  Athe. 
Which best approves our loyalty,  Abn. 
But you. and we must yield obedience to it, though not so well contented; howsoever your forces must unto their garrisons, And if our wrongs be not repaired thereby we will again, renew this tragedy.  Exeunt. 

Solemn music's heard: whilst an angel appears to perclose the scene, with this following Song.  
Peace to this bright resplendent sphere  
Blessings numberless be there,  
Endless joys that doth abide,  
In Elysium too, beside  
Nothing present may defile  
This victorious sacred isle.  
Come ye Gods and Goddesses,  
That affecteth peaceful bliss,  
Help Victoria to disperse,  
Each blessing on this universe,  
That dissentious broils and jars,  
May end with these uncivil wars.  
Haste, O haste delightful Queen,  
With your laurels fresh and green,  
Grace this nation with a crown,  
Of perpetual renown,  
Since their warlike merits are,  
Past the limits of Compare.   Music as the angel vanisheth. 
FINIS▪    

THE epilogue.  
lest any worthy here misliks this play,  
Our Author for himself desired me say,  
That wilful error made him not ascend  
Parnassus or mount IDA, to offend  
Or give the least distaste; his thoughts are free  
And void of such a gross impurity,  
Desire of your contentment was the cause,  
If he did violate the muse's laws:  
But such a Noble, worthy Audience  
In their grave judgments will I hope dispense  
With such, if any be, since true affection  
Submitts before it traverse a correction:  
All we request then, as the case thus stands,  
In token you are pleased, do but clap hands.  
Laus Deo, Virginique Mariae▪