JULIANA OR THE Princess of Poland.  
A TRAGICOMEDY.  
As it is Acted at His Royal Highness the Duke of York's Theatre.  
By J. Crown, Gent.  Presto, e bene, dirado riesce been. 

Licenced,  
Sept. 8. 1671. Roger L'Estrange.   
London, Printed for Will. Cademan at the Popes-Head in the lower Walk in the New-Exchange, and Will. Birch at the lower end of Cheapside, 1671.   

To the Right Honourable ROGER Earl of OR RORY, etc.  
MY LORD,  
WHat hath introduced the Custom, I cannot tell, whether the extraordinary Favour and Indulgence that Drammatique Poetry hath found amongst persons of the greatest Wit and Honour; or the overmuch Confidence of those of our Scribbling Tribe, who are willing to assume to ourselves the utmost liberty any will give us, or we can with any modesty pretend to; But so it is, that of late, nothing of this kind, though never so inconsiderable, appears in Public, without some Great and Illustrious Name fixed before it; like a Gigantique Statue at the Portal of some trirling Building; Whether they design by it, that the mighty Name to whom their little Follies are consecrated, should like the Relics of Saints, work Miracles on the unbelieving Critics of our Age, make 'em distrust their own understandings, and have an Implicit Faith in every little Priest of Apollo, I cannot resolve; But since it is grown a Custom, I shall not be so much a Fanatic as not to conform to it; or rather shall approve myself one, in Conforming to a Custom against my Judgement, for interest sake; None of my Fraternity ever having more occasion to creep under the shelter of some Noble Patronage than myself. For, first, (my Lord) this unworthy Poem, which I humbly prostrate here at your Lordship's feet, was the Offspring of many confused, raw, indigested and Immature thoughts, penned in a crowed and hurry of business and travel; interrupted and disordered by many importunate, not to say insolent affairs, of a quite different nature; and lastly, the first-born of this kind that my thoughts ever laboured with to perfection. And though I will not undertake here to reflect any thing upon Elder Brothers, whose usual misfortune is (if the observation of some be true) not to inherit all the Wit, as well as all the Estate, but leave that as a threadbare portion to the Cadels; yet I will be bold to affirm it true in these matters; and I think the experience of all that ever attempted any thing in this kind will second me. The first-born of some most Florid, and after most successful wits, having been so rude and unshapen, as that they have been kept like witless Elder Brothers, out of company, for fear of shaming their Parents. And though others have been more fortunate in their early Productions, yet few but have had those Slips from their Prune, which their riper thoughts either were, or at least had reason to be ashamed of. And now (my Lord) I have told you the faults of this Play, give me leave also to tell you the misfortunes of it (for those two commonly go together.) It had the misfortune to be brought into the world in a time, when the Dog-star was near his Reign, and my Judges sat in a hot Bath, rather than a Theatre, and were doubly persecuted, by the heat of the weather, and the impertinence of the Poet; and which was the worst mishap; when the most candid, as well as the most Illustrious Judges (I mean the Court) were absent, and (excepting the presence of some Great and Noble persons) this unhappy Poem left (for the most part) to the mercy of a common Audience; in which unguarded condition it might well expect to receive some wounds, and so it did; though much fewer than either I expected, yet such, as it deserved; whether it will survive or no, I know not, nor am concerned at; if it will not, than it gives me good occasion to Apologise for this Dedcaition, and to tell your Lordship, that it receiving its first Life and Being in the World from your Lordship's favour, and now dying in the corporeal part of it, (I mean the action) the Spiritual and Surviving part of it, aught like its Parent the Soul, to return to him that gave it. And if I may have leave from our rigid Religionists, to prosecute the Metaphor, as in that abstracted State, the Soul is infinitely more happy han in any it could attain to whilst immersed in flesh & blood; so (my Lord) to have any the least residence in your Lordship's thoughts, will be a state of more felicity and honour, than any this Poem, whilst embodied in action, could arrive to by the private or general Applause of the Wits of the World. But now I am fallen upon the consideration of your Lordship, I am plunged methinks into a vast Ocean, where I have nothing to determinate my sight, but a bright and Serene Sky full of light, at a vast distance from me, and as vast a height above me, and no shore but that from whence I came, and to which I must retire again, to take a safe and pleasant prospect of that which I can neither fathom, nor describe. It is indeed the common practice of Dedications, to stuff their Epistles full of Panegyrics, not perhaps so much to describe their Patrons, who sometimes are as obscure as themselves, as to show their own skill in writing Characters and Essays: But the case is not the same with me; and what may be tolerable enough with them, would be absurd in me; and I should fall into the impertinence of those that would write large Encomiums on the Sun, who certainly commends himself to us by his own light and influence, much better than any man can do by his wit. Not so say any thing (my Lord) of the Soldier, and Statesman in you, which have rendered you both Known and Famous to all the valiant and politic part of Mankind; that of your Poetry is a large Theme, in which perhaps I could expatiate with more success than on any of the former; yet I shall not dare to do it for want of Art; and if I could take your Lordship's height, I should but discover the vast distance I am situate in from so bright an Orb; as Navigators that take the height of the Sun, only to find what Degree of Latitude themselves are in. If there be any part of the World so obscure as not to have heard your Lordship's Fame in that, as well as other respects, I shall refer them to a Character of your Lordship; not to the praises and applauses of the world in general, nor the Panegyrics of lesser Pens, which have always waited on the Triumphs of yours, as the common Soldiers in the Roman Triumphs did on their Generals; but to the incomparable issues of your own thoughts, wherein they will see not only a Character of your Lordship, but of the present improved Genius of England, which by the assistance of your Lordship, and many Sublime Wits in other Arts, begins to be as famous in Arts, as formerly it was in Arms; witness those new Academies and Societies Erected amongstus for Philosophical Commerce, and the improvement of Language, Wit, and Arts; Commodities which Foreign Vertuosoes would have engrossed to themselves, and till of late denied to be the native growth of this (now in all respects) most happy, and most fertile Island. It is from your Lordship's Pen, that Solyman may be truly styled Magnificent, and you have made him succeed to the Civility and Gallantry of the Greeks, as well as to their Empire; nor was Mustapha ever so much the hopes of his Barbarous Nation, as in his Image and the generous Character you have given him, he is the delight of England, who weep the Fate, not of Mustapha, but of Murdered Virtue. And indeed what Pen but your Lordships could have refined and softened a Story so Barbarous, and made a people so remote from Friendship, Honour, and Religion, walk disguised in the Highest Characters of them all? It is your Lordship's Pen that hath assisted Henry the fifth in a second conquest of France, and in the noblest Characters of Valour, Love, and Friendship, hath made the English Wit and Language as triumphant as their Arms: nor could a story acted with so much glory and success, be attempted by any Pen beneath your Lordship's. In fine, it is your Lordship that hath Charmed up the Ghosts of many Noble Heroes, who otherwise would have lain unlamented in their Tombs; And they have walked on the Stage in Brighter Shapes than ever they lived, and have been conducted to their Fates, with more sorrow of the Spectators, than perhaps they had when they died. And all this your Lordship hath done, not in the pleasure of Shade, Ease, and Retirement, and with the Advantages and Assistances that meaner Spirits are forced to make use of for their Compositions; but they are only the Sallies of your Pen, and that during the uneasy intervals which pain sometimes borrows from State Affairs; and what a fit of the Gout snatches from the use and benefit, your Lordship takes care to employ to the delight and pleasure of the World; and if your Lordship can do all this, upon the rack of pain, and with some glances of your thoughts, whilst the rest like scattered Rays of Light, are dispersed on various Objects; what would you do with all the Freedom and Ease of other men, and with the united force of your Soul? But I am sinking again out of my depth, and must retreat once more to that shore from whence I am insensibly wandered; I mean (my Lord) to the consideration of myself, and of this worthless Present which I make to your Lordship: Which (my Lord) I cannot but look with much contempt upon, as being conscious to myself, in what haste and confusion it was composed, and of what ex-tempore thoughts the greatest part of it consists: Nor should I have presumed to have ushered it into the world, under so great a Patronage, had not I first obtained your leave. And now I hope your Lordship, that at the hearing of it whilst it was in loose sheets, was pleased to forgive the faults of the Poem, will now in this address pardon those of the Author, whose chief design is not to gain the name of Poet, Author, Wit, or Critic, but that of  
Octo. 4. 1671. My Lord, Your Lordship's most humble and most obedient servant. JOHN CROWN.   

The Names of the Persons.  


CArdinal, Governor of Poland, ex Officio, during the Interregnum. Mr. Harris.  
Ladislaus, Duke of Curland, a Sovereign Prince Foedatory to the Crown of Poland, oft General of their Armies, contracted to Juliana in her Father's life-time, and in an Expedition against the Muscovite, was taken prisoner, and carried to Moscow. Mr. Betterton.  
Demetrius, a young Prince of the Imperial House of Muscovy, in love with Paulina, and privately married to her by deceit, she supposing him the Duke. Mr. Young.  
Sharnofsky, a Count Palatine, friend to the Duke. Mr. Smith.  
Ossolinsky, Lord Grand Marshal of Poland, and of the Cardinal's Faction. Mr. Bamsield.  
Cassonofsky, Lubomirsky, Count Palatines of the Cardinal's Faction. Mr. Sandford.  
Colimsky, A Count Palatine, friend to Sharnofsky, and of the princess's Faction. Mr. Norris.  
Landlord of the house in Warsow, where the Duke lay concealed. Mr. Angel.  
Theodore, Servant to the Duke. M. Metburn.  
Alexey, A Russian Lord that assists and accompanies Paulina in her flight. Mr. Crosby.  
Battista, Servant to Demetrius. Mr. Westwood.  
Juliana, Daughter of the deceased King of Poland in love with the Duke of Curland, and contracted to him before her Father's death. M rs. Btetterton  
Paulina, Daughter of the great Tzar of Muscovy, in love with the Duke, and upon a supposed marriage with him, assists him in his escape, and pursues him to Poland in the habit of a man. Mrs. Long.  
Joanna, Maid of Honour to Paulina. Mrs. Shadwel.  
Francisca, Emilia, Maids of Honour to Juliana.  
Soldiers, Servants, Guards, etc.    
The Scene Warsow in Poland, at the meeting of the Ban, and Arreer Ban, armed in the field for the Election of a King.   

The PROLOGUE.  
YOu Judges, Critics, Wits, and Poets too,  
And whatsoever Titles are your due;  
As pretty Features, each in proper place,  
Put altogether, make a pretty face;  
So you good Wits, and you that would be so,  
You all together make a pretty show;  
And when you thus in general Council sit,  
You are the body Politic of Wit:  
Unto you all our Poet bid me say,  
Good faith you're kindly welcome to his Play.  
'Tis a plain Compliment, to speak the truth,  
But you must know he is a modest youth;  
Like Country Gallant just, whom Courtier brings  
To see fine dainty Miss— who plays and sings.  
Approaching to'r, poor Gallant falls a mumping,  
Scraping o' legs, and feign he would say something;  
And round about the room he slings and skips,  
Whilst tongue lies still i'th' scabbard of his lips.  
Just so our Poet ushered to the door  
To court coy Wits he'd never seen before,  
Wits that have all the sparkish Gallants known,  
And tried th' abilities of all the Town;  
Poor bashful Poet, faith, he'd got his Play  
Under his arm, and had run quite away,  
Had not we promised him to use our skill  
And in'trest w'e'e to gain him your good will:  
Then faith for once, since he's so eager for't,  
Seem kind and coming, though it be for sport;  
Then like some Cully on his wedding night,  
Thinking his Bride lies ravished with delight,  
Bestirs his simple self whilst she lies still,  
Laughs at the Fool, and lets him work his will.  
So will our Poet to't, and work his brain  
To try to entertain you once again;  
And if he mends, you that delight to range  
With every Youth, may use him then for change;  
If not, e'en huff the Fool, and give him o'er,  
Then he perhaps will trouble you no more.   

JULIANA, OR THE Princess of Poland.  

ACT THE FIRST.  Paulina sleeping under a Tree; Joanna sitting by and singing— The Scene a Grove and Gardens. 

The Song.  

LO, behind a Scene of Seas,  
Under a Canopy of Trees,  
The fair new Golden World was laid;  
Sleeping like a naked Maid,  
Till alas! she was betrayed:  
In such shades Urania lay,  
Till Love discovered out a way:  
And now she cries some Power above,  
Save me from this Tyrant Love.   

Her poor heart had no defence,  
But its Maiden Innocence;  
In each sweet retiring Eye,  
You might easily descry  
Troops of yielding Beauties fly,  
Leaving Rare unguarded Treasure  
To the Conquerors will and pleasure:  
And now she cries,— etc.   

Now and then a straggling frown,  
Through the shades skipped up and down;  
Shooting such a piercing Dart,  
As would make the Tyrant smart,  
And preserve her Lips, and Heart.  
But, alas! her Empire's gone,  
Thrones and Temples all undone:  
And now she cries— etc.   

Charm aloft the stormy Winds,  
That may keep these Golden Mines,  
And let Spaniard Love be tore  
On some cruel Rocky Shore,  
Where he'll put to Sea no more;  
Lest poor conquered Beauty cry.  
Oh! I'm wounded! oh! I die!  
And there is no power above  
Saves me from this Tyrant love.    Jo. 
Oh cursed Duke! Africa ne'er bred  
A Monster like thee, to forsake my Princess  
After th' a'dst married her, and thus enticed her  
From all the Glories of her Father's Court,  
To follow thee, vanquished, wandering exile,  
Unhappy Victory, that brought thee captive  
To Muscovy, and more unhappy she  
To sacrifice her heart, her life, her honour,  
To one so false. But I shall wake her, see,  
She starts!—  
Her soul is walking in a Grove of dreams,  
And there some mournful Vision entertains  
Her sad despairing thoughts: See! see! a Poniard,  
How came she by that fatal Instrument?  
She stabs at something; oh! she makes me tremble,  
I'll snatch it from her!—  Paul. 
Oh! ungrateful man!—  
And dost thou then deride at my misfortunes?  
Is this the recompense of my too fond  
Unfortunate love? die in thy Mistress arms.  
Bleed I fall! Ha! gone! whither? where am I?  
Was it a dream?  Jo. 
She's had some frightful dream  
I see.—  Paul. 
Joanna, did nothing pass that way?  
Yes, sure there did; 'twas Curland and his Mistress,  
They embraced, and smiled at me, and then they vanished;  
See I there he stands all wrapped in white, that, that;  Jo. 
Oh! the good heavens, she is grown distracted.  
Madam, what is't you see?  Paul. 
Look there! there!  
Is not that he? that tall and shining thing?  
He's dead, and I have wrongfully accused him.  Jo. 
That, that's the Moonshine, nothing else in deed,  
A stream of light that glances through the Trees.  Paul. 
see, now it vanishes.  Jo. 
And now a Cloud  
Covers the Moon; it is no more. Come Madam,  
The dewey Vapours of the night are cold;  
The shade is melancholy, and the air unwholesome:  
Pray to your chamber Madam.  Paul. 
Ah! never, never  
Was any so unfortunate as I,  weeps. 
What shall I do? and whither shall I go?  Jo. 
Oh! do not weep thus, you will break my heart;  
I hope the Duke will prove a man of honour yet,  
You do not know what accidents have happened.  Paul. 
No, no, he's hid in his fair Princess arms:  
But perjured man, I'll chase thee from thy bowers  
Of love, I'll steep, I'll steep thy joys in blood,  
In thy heartblood, I'll stab it till the poisonous  
Serpentine dew, drops weeping at my feet;  
Oh! me unfortunate, what shall I do?  weeps. Enter Alexey running. Jo. 
Poor Lady—  Alex. 
Madam;  Jo. 
whose's that?  Alex. 
'Tis I, the Princess, is she there?  Jo. 
The Princess, blunderheaded old Soldier!  
Thou wilt betray us:  Paul. 
Who, Count Alexey!  Alex. 
Oh! Madam, I'm out of breath with running;  
The Duke's come.  Paul. 
What is't thou sayst? the Duke:  Alex. 
Madam, for certain he was seen this evening,  
To fling a Letter in Count Sharnofskyes Coach,  
And upon this, the Troops are all alarmed;  
The Cardinal sits close in his Cabal.  
Orders are issued out to secure his friends,  
Chiefly, Count Sharnofsky, and the Princess,  
The Guards are drawing up, about the Palace:  
In the interim, five thousand crowns are proffered  
To any one, that will discover him.  Paul. 
Did I not say, that I should hear some news?  
I thought my dream was a forerunner of him,  
This news congeals my blood; what shall we do?  Jo. 
Had we not best go in?  Alex. 
No, no, the Guards  
Are searching every house, and we being strangers  
Perhaps may meet with incivility.  Enter Guards with lights, and drawn swords, followed by Landlord. 
Hark, they're i'th' house already, see, they come  
To search the Gardens; Madam, take no notice.  Guard. 
Come Sir, now we must catechife your Garden.  Land. 
ay, I, do Sir, my Garden's a good boy, he can say his Catechise.  Guard. 
Nay ben't so joculary Sir, we have power  
To carry you before the Cardinal if we please.  Land. 
Carry me, and my house too afore the Cardinal if you please Sir, set us but here again where you found us, and I am contented.  Guard. 
Here are people; who are you Sir?  To Paul. Paul. 
A stranger Sir:  Guard. 
A stranger Sir, what stranger Sir?  Paul. 
A Russian Sir; a Pristaffe's son of Archangelo.  Guard. 
Your name Sir!  Paul. 
Basiliwich.  Jo. 
I see, my Princess hath a quick invention,  Guard. 
And who are these?  Paul. 
My servants, Sir.  Guard. 
'Tis well, keep in your Lodgings Sir, there must be account given of you, come to the next house.  Ex. Guards. Land. 
Go, and a good riddance on you, here's a pother, ho! see if none of my Cups, or Silver Spoons be missing.  Paul. 
Now all's over, I'll retire to my chamber,  
Revenge appears to me in shapes so horrid,  
It fright's my soul, call for a light.  Jo. 
A light for my Master's Landlord,  Land. 
Ho, there a light for the Gentleman,  Exit Paul. Jo. Alex. 
Well, how bravely were I made now, could I but light upon the Duke! five thousand crowns! that is to say, five times ten hundred crowns! most monstrous, prodigious, Gigantique, Pedantic, unarithmetical Sum; why, this would make me a Duke, well, I'll go to a Conjurer to find him; but hold then, the Rogue will find him for himself. But then I'll make him believe, I am a Conjurer as well as himself, and make him be glad to go half shares. But hark, I hear talking.  Enter Demetrius and Battista, a Porter with a Cloak-bag. Dem. 
Never was any thing so fortunate,  
To hear of him just at my arrival.  
I le into the town and search for him immediately.  Bat. 
Hold, my Lord, are ye mad? whether do you go?  
To rush into a Town thronged with armed men  
So late at night, and all the Guards about,  
And you a stranger too? come Sir, 'tis time  
We rather went somewhere to seek a lodging:  
All Inns, and public houses are taken up,  
And for aught I see we're like to lie i'th' streets to night.  Dem. 
I care not where I lie,  
For I cannot rest in body or soul,  
Until I find this most ungrateful Duke.  Land. 
What do these people babbling in my Garden  
All this while, and say never a word to me?  
This 'tis to let it lie unfenced;  Dem. 
Look, I see a man!  
And I am got into a Garden here:  
whose's there?  Land. 
Nay, who's there, an' you go to that?  
Here's one that hath authority to be here.  Bat. 
The Master of the house I do perceive,  
And by his tone a kind of Letter of Lodgings;  
I'll ask the Question;  
Sir, we are strangers, newly come to Town,  
Could you afford us any room in your house?  Land. 
I cannot tell Sir whether I can or no;  
According as I like you; Bring a light here.  Dem. 
Nay then we're well enough, take up my rooms,  
ne'er stand agreeing with him, give him twenty  
Thirty, forty, a hundred crowns a week, what he  
Hath a mind to,  
I'll into Town— I grow impatient.  Exit. Bat. 
Oh! heavens, Sir, whether do you go  
To rush in armed crowds so late, a stranger;  
Curse on all rashness, I must follow him,  
For fear some mischief happens to him.  
Landlord, look to the things, provide our rooms;  
We'll return within this half hour, or never.  Ex. Land. 
Ha! go and left their Cloak-bags with me;  
What kind of fellows are these? some Highway men  
I know by their haste:  
But sure I'm in a dream; is this a Cloak bag?  
Let's see what weather 'tis; it doth not rain Cloak-bags?  
Come I'll go see what's in it, ho! a light there.  Ser. 
Here Sir:—  Enter a servant with a Candle. Land. 
Nay here Sir.  
Here's a Cloak-bag dropped i' my mouth,  
Come let's see the Entrails of this beast.  
A rich Chesticore with Diamond buttons;  
Enough, enough, I'm satisfied,  
These are stolen goods as sure as I am here.  
And now what shall I do with this Cloak-bag?  
Shall I keep the Cloak-bag? or shall I cry the Cloak-bag? or shall I sell the Cloak-bag; nay, than I may chance to stretch for the Cloak-bag; so I may if I should keep the Cloak-bag, if the right owner should come with an Officer, and find the Cloak-bag; why then the Devil take the Cloak-bag, for never was any one so plagued with a Cloak-bag, well, if no body comes to claim the Cloak-bag, I'll sell the Cloak-bag, buy Land, and marry a Lady with the Cloak-bag, and then be Dubbed a Knight of the Order of the Cloak-bag.  Ex. Enter Ladislaus and Theodore. The Scene continueth. Lad. 
Ungrateful men! and do they thus reward me,  
For all the blood I've shed in their defence,  
To set my head to sale,  
That head which once these flattering Poles would cry  
Their State could live no more without then I.  Theo. 
I wish your Highness had not flung that Letter,  
It seems you were discovered— I'm amazed  
Which way.  Lad 
Sharnofsky hath betrayed me?  
Thus had he done, had I exposed my person  
Instead of a trifling paper, or had sent thee,  
He would have wracked thee to discover me.  Theo. 
But I'd have been torn limb from limb first.  Lad. 
I doubt not thy fidelity good Theodore;  
I've ever found thee generous and faithful;  
More generous than those, whose birth and Grandeur,  
Obliges them to higher pretence of Honour.  
Good heavens, what's this world! I should have sooner  
Suspected Angels then the Count or Princess:  Theod. 
Good Sir, do not discompose your Soul  
With these suspicions of your noble friends  
Till you know more.  Lad. 
My noble friends! ah, Theodore,  
I have no friends, my fortune, fame, and honour,  
Heaven, and Earth, and she whom I adore  
Above 'em all deserts me; nothing adheres to me  
But my own courage. I see the Count and she  
Convert the news of my escape from Moscow,  
By the generous kindness of the Russian Princess,  
Into pretences to disguise their falsehood;  
To ruin my interests, and unite their own,  
To marry, and to aspire to the Crown.  
All Poland sees it; and the cardinal dreads 'em  
Much more than me? and all this great alarum  
You'll find, aims at their lives, as well as mine.  The. 
Ah! do not credit Sir the common Vogue.  Lad. 
Come Theodore, 'tis true; but that I've learned  
How to command my passions as well as Armies;  
And owe more reverence to my own memory,  
Then after death to have my head placed aloft  
On some old Tower, to feed the greedy eyes  
Of my proud Enemies, this very instant  
Shanofsky's soul or mine, should fleet in air.  The. 
Well Sir, I say no more, I only beg you  
Take into some house, you see what danger  
You're in; the Guards are searching all about,  
And here we wander up and down i' th' dark,  
Only what sickly light the Moon will lend us.  
But Sir, I think we're got into a Garden.  Lad. 
On the backside of a house; knock, Theodore.  Knocks, and enter Landlord with a light. Land. 
Who's there? well, this is not to be endured;  
Every one gets into my backside:  
If my Landlord will not fence it, I'll promise him  
I'll do't, and stop it in his Rent, well, what's the  
Business with you, now? more Cloakbags?  Theo. 
Sir, we are strangers— newly come to Town  
And are in great want of Lodgings,  
If you could furnish us, name your own price,  
By this Gold we'll not refuse it you.  Gives him money. Land. 
Let's look on you, according as I like you:  
By this Gold you have good honest faces,  
I have a room for you.  Theo. 
Thank you Sir, pray, what other Lodgers have you?  
We ask you, 'cause we would be very private.  Land. 
I have none at present but some fiddling women, that come from Cracow, to see the choosing of the new King, a young Gentleman and a Cloak-bag.  Lad. 
What doth this fellow mean by this Cloak-bag?  Theo. 
Your Highness hath happened very fortunately.  Aside to Lad. Land. 
Well, but how did you pass the Guards so late?  
For here's a heavy pother about the Duke of Curland;  
He's come to Town it seems in disguise;  
And here's five thousand crowns bid for his head.  
Happy man be his dole that catches him;  
For my part, I don't expect so good luck,  
Five thousand Crowns and a Cloak-bag are too much for one night.  The. 
I perceive this fellow's none of the honestest,  Aside 
ay! here's a great alarum, what's the matter?  Land. 
Why Sir, the Duke of Curland, look ye, you must know,  
Was a great favourite of the last Kings,  
And he contracted him to his Daughter,  
And intended to marry him to her, but than it happened  
The Muscoviters invaded us with a great army;  
The Duke, Sir, upon a simple quibble of Honour,  
Goes General of our Army against 'em,  
I was a Corporal under him at the same time.  Tho. 
d'ye hear, my Lord? pray keep your disguise close.  Land. 
And thought forsooth to have come back in triumph,  
And married the Lady, and he was taken prisoner,  
And ne'er comes back at all.  Lad. 
That was unfortunate.  Land. 
Now Sir it seems he hath given 'em the slip out of Muscovy, by the help o' the Russian Princess, and they are run away together; and here he lies lurking in Poland to fit his business; and now all the Ban and the Arrierban, are met armed in the field, to choose a King, he's come to Town in disguise, and so there's a heavy bustle, the Cardinal on one side, and the Princesson the tother, and between 'em both he's got into Lobbs pound, and I am very glad on't; he's but a kind of a pitiful whiffling small-beer Duke; I ne'er was drunk thrice in his house, all the time he was here. I can go into the Cardinal's Cellar, and tie my nose to one barrel, and my horse to another, and tope who shall tope most for a wager; and he a sneaking hidebound Duke of a Duke, hates the sight of us true Spaniels, that will take water at any time, dive o'er head and ears in liquour, and he would smell a red nose, as far as a Teal would Gunpowder.  Lad. 
How am I tormented with this fellow?  Aside The. 
He's not to be endured.  Land. 
And now he's come to Town, to be King, yes he shall be King, when I am Emperor of Morocco, or Muster-Master General of Bautam: we'll ha' no such thin-gut Kings, that shall in half a year die o' the Gripes, and whilst he lives, shall starve the English Beer Merchants, set a Tax upon the Tap, and an Excise upon Rednoses: and there's one Count Sharnofsky, too, such another ambitious dry-chops, he hath not the grace to love good drink, and yet he hath the impudence to aim at the Crown. 'Tis true, he doth not goggle at it so plain, as Mr. Mumpsimus o' Curland doth; but he doth as I do now, he squints at it fearfully, and he hath an Landlordsquints, and makes grim-faces. itch at the Princess too; but I hope the Cardinal will feage 'em all; I hate such ambitious tantalising Rascals; a loyal boy I have been from my cradle.  The. 
This Villain, I could kill him.  aside Lad. 
Shall I be for ever tortured with this fellow?  aside. 
You're not at leisure then to show us our Chambers Landlord.  Land. 
Yes, yes; come, come:  Ser. 
sir! here's the Gentleman about the Cloak-bag  Enter a servant. Land. 
Oh! Mr. Cloak-bag you're welcome Sir;  Enter Demetrius, and Battista. Bat. 
Come Landlord will you show us our chambers?  Lad. 
One of my fellow lodgers, see if you know him Theodore.  Dem. 
No news.  Theo. looks upon Dem. Bat. 
What news can you expect Sir?  Dem. 
That heaven would be so just to direct me to him.  Theo. 
I do not know him Sir,  aside to Lad. 
And yet me thinks I've seen a face like his In Muscovy.  Lad. 
Come let us to our chambers.  
Landlord we'll follow you.  Land. 
Stay behind some body  
And light the Cloak-bag.  Ex. Land. Lad. and Theo. Bat. 
Come good Sir, conquer your impatience,  
You'll find him soon enough, perhaps on a Throne;  
And speedily, he who in passion now  
Is proclaimed Traitor, shall shortly with applause  
Be proclaimed King; this is a feverish fit  
Of the State-sick Cardinal; nor doth the Duke  
Come hither in disguise, on no design.  Dem. 
But hark thee; when they make him King o' Poland,  
They will not make him God of Poland,  
And Immortal; will they?  Bat. 
No Sir, he'll be Mortal  
No doubt.  Dem. 
If he'll be mortal, I am satisfied.  
Go, I am weary, light me to my chamber:  
I shall dream o' the Duke!  Ex. Enter Francisca. The Scene a Room in the Palace. Fran. 
Treason. Treason, the Princess will be murdered.  Em. 
Oh Francisca, what's the matter?  Enter Emilia. 
Here's a noise of Soldiers about the Palace,  
And every one runs shrieking up and down:  
Oh! my heart aches.  Fran. 
Oh! there's the strangest news.  
The Duke's come, and sent a Letter to the Princess  
By Count Sharnofsky, and all the Towns alarmed,  
The Guards they say are come to search the Palace,  
And we're afraid the wicked Cardinal  
Designs the Princess death.  Em. 
Oh horrid Tyrant!  
But see, she comes.  Enter Juliana in her nightgear, with a flaming paper in her hand, followed by Hippolita, and Sharnofsky with his sword drawn. Jul. 
Ha! must I die, for being abused, affronted  
By that false man? hath he betrayed my honour,  
And doth he now throw in his hand Granado's  
To blow my life up too? thus in the flames  
Thy Scrawle shall die; and as it pines to ashes,  
Then wanders in the wind, so dies for ever  
Thy memory in my soul; and if thy image  
Appear but to my thoughts, but in a dream,  
I'll hate that dream, and I will stab that thought  
As I'll do thee, if e'er thou dost approach me.  
Now call up all my scryants, bid 'em arm.  Sh. 
Ha! fling a Letter, and disguise himself,  aside: 
What means this mighty caution of the Dukes?  
Dost thou mistrust my honour? if thou dost,  
I may in just revenge distrust thine;  
And let me tell thee, if thou dost design  
To wrong the Princess, and surprise the Crown,  
I in this tempest will not fall alone,  
Thou shalt destroy my fortunes and thy own.  Enter a Gentleman running. Gent. 
Madam, the Guards are broke into the Palace, the Common Hall glitters with naked swords, and hither they are running in confusion; escape, or you'll be murdered; hark they 'r come, they've overtaken me; Madam you're lost.  Jul. 
And let 'em come, I'll look the Villains dead,  
And let me see who dares assassinate  
The yet surviving Majesty of their dead King,  Sh. 
Who dares, shall fall as victim to his shade.  
But see, the Count Colimsky, ha! our friends  
Betray us.  Enter Colimsky with his sword drawn. Col. 
Madam, for heaven's sake retire  
With all the speed you can, your life's designed;  
My Lord Grand Marshal hath Orders from the Council  
To seize you both, the Troops are drawing up;  
News of the Duke's arrival haunts each ear,  
Just like a frightful Spectre; Letters  
Are intercepted by the Cardinal  
Written by you my Lord, of horrid consequence.  Sh. 
By me!  Col. 
By you, to Dorosensko General of the Tartars  
To assist you with fifty thousand men,  
Ten thousand Cassacques should be sure to second him,  
That you'd decreed upon a time prefixed  
To fire the City, kill the Cardinal,  
Dissolve the General Diett in the Tumult,  
Seize the Crown.  Sh. 
Monster of Villainy,  
Thou Scarlet prodigy, Poland's glaring Comet,  
Barbarous Idol, not content with blood,  
But must have Kingdoms victimed at thy Altars!  
Almighty powers, I kneel, I kneel, if ever, ever  
One thought;  Col. 
No more I do believe your innocence,  
And therefore stole away from the Cabal  
To give you intelligence, what horrid Spells  
Are made, what Spirits conjured up  
Against you, in our Magician's Grotto,  
And here I've brought a hundred resolute  
Young Gentlemen, whose swords shall cut the Charm,  
And yet secure the princess's retreat  
And yours; if you'll accept their generous kindness,  
Then Madam hasten, let us lose no time,  
Each minute now is precious as the Indies.  Jul. 
Pious Cardinal, my Guardian Angel,  
Heavenly Tyrant, little thinks my Royal Father  
How he hath left me to the Guardianship  
Of Dragons that devour me.  Col. 
Oh undone!  
We have lost time, all, all to arms.  Noise of arms without. Sh. 
Call up the princess's servants, arm, arm.  Enter Ossolinsky, Cassonossky, and Lubo, and Guard. Wom. 
Murder, murder.  Casso. 
Now the long wished for time o' my revenge  
On the old Tyrant that affronted me,  
Is come; but ha? Colimsky here.  Osso. 
Are you there Traitor?  Col. 
Are you here, cheated bubbles?  Cosso. 
This too honest fellow hath prevented us:  aside. 
You'll answer for this Treason to the General Diett.  Col. 
With my sword in hand in th' interim  
My Princess shall not fall an Indian Martyr  
Under the Chariot wheels of your great Pagod;  
Your I dol shall not have such noble victim.  Shar. 
Let us not stand disputing.  Osso. Lub. 
Seize the Traitors.  Casso. 
ay, you may say, seize the Traitors, long enough you might have had the wit to have come with a stronger party.  [All fight, Osso. Casso. Lub. retreat pursued by Sh. and Col. Wom. 
Murder, Murder.  Jul. 
Oh! bloody Cardinal. Royal shade  
Of my great Father, hide thy glorious head,  
And see not my oppressions.  Enter Col. and Sh. as from victory. Col. 
Now all's clear:  
My Lord convey the Princess by a private way  
To the Monastery of Sancta Clara; there's a Vault  
Where you may lie secure for an hour or two;  
In th' interim I'll go place a Guard in my house,  
And then conduct you thither: my Gardens  
Lie just opposite to the Monastery,  
And there's a private way, where you may pass secure;  
And then for our greater preparations.  Ex. Sh. 
Come Madam,  
The tempest is begun, let's bravely through.  Jul. 
Lead on my Lord,  
I'm none of those, who when the storm prevails,  
Creep to the winds, and humbly strike the Sails.   

The Second ACT.  Enter Cardinal, Ossolinsky, Cassonofsky, Lubomirsky. Card. 
Escaped!  Osso. 
All betrayed by Count Colimsky.  Card. 
I feared as much.  Casso. 
My Lord, you may remember  
He gave us warning with mysterious words  
He dropped at Council; I might have had the wit  
To have seen it, but I am grown both fool and knave  
With keeping knaves and fools company.  aside. Lub. 
With mysterious words!  
In plain terms he talked both saucily  
And like a Traitor.  Casso. 
Well said wisdom:  aside. Card. 
I observed him;  
And do repent we did not then secure him:  
But I was unwilling to create  
Too many enemies. Well, this news is bad,  
The Duke arrived, the Count and Princess fled  
To arms, Colimsky turned a Partisan:  
I now foresee a dreadful storm o' blood.  Casso. 
A storm of thy own creating; but yet I love thee,  
Because thou lov'st mischief, 'though these simple Lords  
Have not the wit to see't.  aside. Osso. 
My Lord, all places shall be strictly searched,  
Houses, Vaults, Churches, Monasteries,  
And then by break o' day we'll be ready  
To bring our Slaves armed into the field.  
Then let the tempest blow, this storm o' Fate  
Shall overset the Pirates of the State.  Ex. Osso. Lub. Car. 
Brave Patriots! may heaven succeed your Loyalty.  Casso. 
Oh! most noble Cardinal; I am almost as cunning  
A Knave as thyself, and I have one knack more,  aside. 
To appear, what I am not, one of thy bubbles.  Ex. Card. 
Good men, how easily they swallow down  
The bait; such honest men are the soft moulds  
Wherein wise men do cast their great designs.  
Still crossed! what ill-natured star envies my glory?  
Oft have I built my great designs so high,  
That they have dazzled each spectator's eye:  
When to the highest story I should come,  
Even just to have a prospect into Rome,  
To view the Conclave, and o'retop them all,  
And catch the golden fruit, when it should fall,  
Then some unhappy ball, at one rebound,  
Hath thrown down all my projects to the ground,  
And now, as all my policies were ripe,  
And each thing fitted as I had designed,  
The Duke a captive, and his friends confined;  
And I had stole an interest in the State,  
Enough to sell the Crown at my own rate;  
Just on the sudden they are all got free,  
And the whole storm is like to fall on me:  
Such things as these would puzzle humane sense,  
And make one half believe a providence;  
And I confess it staggers me, to find  
My Engines broke, by one that stands behind.  
But all this shall not my designs defeat,  
It is a wise man's duty to be great  
To save the helpless World.  
For they above affect to show their powers,  
And haughty wisdom, by confounding ours.  
Then heaven we bow; but if that will not do.  
The sword shall give, what I demand from you.  
When Beads and Altars no relief afford,  
The best devotion than is in the Sword.  Ex. The Scene the Town. A noise within of breaking doors. 
Break down the doors, I care not for ne'er a City Cuckold of 'em all.  Within. 
Murder, murder, call up all our neighbours.  Within. Guard. 
Hold your babbling, or I'll set a pellet in the throat of you, I've authority to search your house for the Princess.  Within. Land. 
A Princess Sir, I'd have you to know I keep no such house, I keep no Princesses, and so get you from my doors.  Woman within. 
Do I pay Tax and Contribution, and the Devil and all, to have my doors broken open at midnight to search for Princesses, I le complain to the Council.  Man within. 
Some scalding water there.  Woman within. 
How do you threaten? fire upon 'um.  Officer within. 
Murder, murder.  Within. Enter Landlord striking fire with a S●●●. The Scene the Common Hall in Landlord's house. Land. 
Murder! murder! there's murder cried in the streets, we shall be all killed in our beds; ho! where are you all? light a candle; call up all our Lodgers; ho, murder.  Enter Paulina and Joanna. Paul. 
Oh! we shall be murdered:  Land. 
Here's a Steel hath as much fire in't as is in my tooth:  Enter Alexey. Alex. 
Oh! Madam, Madam; I have seen the softly to Paul. Duke, he lies in this very house: coming by a Chamber that had a light burning in't, I had a curiosity to look through the Keyhole, and I saw the Duke walking without any disguise, and talking to a Gentleman, his servant I suppose; and instantly hearing a noise, slips on a disguise, took his sword, and here he's coming.  Paul. 
Oh! thou hast surprised me;  
I faint.  Jo. 
Strange, what a fortunes, this?  Al. 
See this is he.  Enter at one door Ladislaus and Theodore, at another Demetrius and Battista, with drawn swords: Land. 
Why ho, will you bring a light here? sleepy Rascals, are you all dead?  Om. 
Where is this murder?  Land. 
Nay what know I? all the Guards are about, Horse and Foot, this is about the Duke of Curland; I would I had him by the nose with a pox to him, I'd hold him as strong as Mustard; he might smell to a crust long enough I faith, nor should it be four thousand nine hundred ninety-nine crowns should excuse his head:  Theo. 
D''ee hear my Lord? this fellow's a Rogue.  aside to Lad. Lad. 
I hear him.  Paul. 
A damp strikes to my heart at fight of him.  aside. Dem. 
Where are these murders done?  Bat. 
In the Landlord's pate.  
No other we shall meet withal to night.  Ser. 
Master:  Enter a servant. Land. 
Master, you Rogue, where's a light? shall we be all killed in the dark here?  Ser. 
All's over Sir.  Land. 
Over or under, I'll have a light Sir, I won't lose my life in the dark, a light I say, whilst I go call up all my people.  Ex. Dem. 
What an impertinent cowardly follow is this?  Bat. 
Fear Sir, is natural to vulgar spirits.  Dem. 
What people are those in the room here?  Bat. 
Your fellow lodgers Sir!  Lad. 
I do suppose the Guards are searching for me;  aside to Theo. 
Perhaps they may break into the house.  
'Tis safer being abroad; call for the key of the Garden door; I'll go walk in the Grove.  Ex. Alex. 
Follow, follow, Madam, he is going out.  Bat. 
Come, my Lord, you've slept but little, will you to your Chamber? or walk abroad?  Dem. 
'Tis too early yet, hardly day, and I feel my eyes a little heavy, I care not if I take the t'other slumber, and finish the remainder of my dream.  Bat. 
Had you a dream? I thought you slept so little, you had no time to dream.  Dem. 
'Twas a confused one: of the Duke, and my Princess, methoughts I met 'em in a Grove; and in a house I wounded him; she fainted, and they both vanished: and a thousand such wild things.  Bat. 
This busy soul of ours cannot be idle;  
It must be doing, and doth it knows not what.  Dem. 
Come I'll to my Chamber, take t'other flumber, and then in chase of the Duke, and I'll find him if all the arts of hell can discover him.  Enter Ladislaus, Theodore, and Landlord. The Scene the Gardens. Followed by Paulina, Joanna, Alexey. Land. 
Now you may venture to walk in the Garden, all's over; beshrew me, I tremble like a quaking pudding.  Lad. 
How comes your Grove and Gardens to lie open?  Land. 
How comes a Wench to lie open, and common? when no body will fence her? Your Grandfather: you wonder to hear me say, your Grandfather, I warrant. You must know, I call all my lodgers my sons; and so I being your Father, my Landlord is your Grandfather Now Sir, your Grandfather is in Law about it, with the Monastery of Santa Clara? and did you never see a couple of Hector's fight for a Wench, here I tickle thee, and there I tickle thee; so, sa, sa, Co ' your Grandfather, a homethrust Co ' the Monastery! and so they fetch one another with whiscum, whascums, and I know not what; and neither of 'em will suffer it to be fenced, and so my Garden lies stark naked, without ever a rag to her back; but I keep the poor Jade as private as I can, and suffer none to pass, but those that go between the Count's Gardens and the Monasteries.  Paul. 
There is no speaking whilst this fellow's here.  aside Lad. 
What Gardens are those, yonder?  Land. 
One Count Colimsky's Gardens;  
A very brave man, he hath a gallant house at the t'other end; ah! many sousing soakings have I had in his Cellar: There have I sailed, top and top gallant, all Sails aloft, and bravely boarded the Frenchman, the high Dutcher, the Spaniard, the Grecian; then Sir, there hath made up to me, a Fleet of Algerines', Tunis, and Salley men (for so I call the drunken dogs.) A Sail, a Sail quoth I; strike for Algiers quoth they, strike for Dantzick quoth I; then to't we go, and board one another with small shot, pint glasses, and the like; from them we go to Cuddy-guns, and so to Demi-canon, whole Cannon, and all our lower Teer, Romers of an Ell; and then there's bloody work; here sinks a Galley, there a Galleass; there a stout Frigate turns up his Keel, then high for the main boys cry I.  The. 
What a tedious impertinent fellow is this?  Lad. 
And what high wall is that, that faces to the Count's Gardens?  Land. 
That's the Monastery wall I told you of.  Paul. 
Will this fellow never ha' done?  Lad. 
You don't know who those young Gentlemen are, that lodge in your house, do you?  Land. 
Not I, they are pretty youths, strangers, speak but bad Polish; I asked 'em when they came, Rosmepopolsky said I, no Rosmepopolsky quoth they; but one may make a shift to understand 'um.  Lad. 
How came you to have any room in your house, at so great a concourse as this, of all the Nobility and Gentry of Poland with their Trains, for the election of a King?  Land. 
How came my neighbour's wife to have any room in her? she was delivered of a boy, and my big-bellied house of a man; and both were brought to bed yesterday morning; the great Count Palatine of Smolensko (if you know him) lodged here; and he whipped out o' town upon some bicker betwixt him and the Cardinal: he told the Cardinal his own, he made a most brave mutinous speech in the Diett, which is highly applauded, I have a Copy on't in my pocket.  Lad. 
No matter for the Copy Landlord.  The. 
This fellow's tongue hath the perpetual motion;  
Good my Lord, rid yourself of him?  aside to Lad. Lad. 
Well Landlord, I have a little business with my servant, you'll excuse me.  Land. 
I think I ha' lost the Copy of this same Speech, I must run in to find it I'll be back presently.  Ex. Theo. 
Heaven be praised!  Paul. 
So now I'll venture to him.  Jo. 
Do, and we'll stay behind.  Ex. Jo. Al. Theo. 
Ha! who's this follows the Duke?  
My Lord, retire, here's some one follows you.  to Lad. Lad. 
Some of the lodgers for the morning air.  Theo. 
No, no, my Lord, he makes directly to you.  Lad. 
I think he doth, as if he'd speak with me.  Paul. 
My Lord.  (goes up to the Duke. Lad. 
To me Sir?  Paul. 
Yes, to you my Lord;  
Come make it not so strange, I know you well enough.  Lad. 
Oh! heaven, betrayed.  Paul. 
Nay, be not startled Sir;  
I've no design but what is honourable.  Lad. 
Surely you do mistake your person Sir;  
I'm but a stranger here.  Paul. 
I know you are not Sir,  
You lately came out of Muscovy;  
You were a prisoner there Sir, were you not? yes Sir, I'm sure you were, and your name is Ladislaus Duke of Curland.  Lad. 
Ha! he names my name,  
How came I thus discovered?  Paul. 
So 'tis he;  
Now I have born him down with confidence.  Lad. 
I know him not, but since he names my name,  
Let him be Man or Devil, Friend or Enemy,  
I'll not disown it Sir, I am Ladislaus  
Duke of Curland; what's your business with me?  Paul. 
That Letter Sir, that Letter will tell you.  Gives the Duke a letter Lad. 
Whence is this?  Paul. 
Read, and you'll see.  Lad. 
Ha! subscribed Demetrius:  peruses it. 
What, is this from Muscovy? where's the Prince?  Paul. 
The Letter Sir, will tell you.  Lad. 
(Reads) I am now at the Frontiers of Poland; my Errand you yourself may conjecture, and I had rather tell you with my Sword then my Pen; which I had done, if an unhappy accident had not confined me to a small Village, and my Chamber; and enforced me to make use of the kindness of the bearer, my x, the Duke of Novogrod, to seek you. The acquaintance you have had of my temper, will easily give you to believe, that I had rather fight ten battles, then write six lines, and therefore you must not expect long Epistles from me. Then in short you have abused me with dissembled friendship; affronted and ruined me, by stealing away my Princess; your crimes are unexpiable by any thing but your life, which I expect you tender me on the point of your sword. The circumstance, as of time, place, and weapon, I refer to yourself; and you may acquaint my x the Duke, whose return from you, I expect with impatience: Demetrius.  Lad. 
The Prince is very severe, and his charge is high.  Paul. 
Sir, I suppose he hath reason.  Lad. 
That he ought to ' have been assured of, ere he had condemned his friend.  Paul. 
Well Sir, in short, your answer.  Lad. 
My answer is Sir, that the Prince hath wronged me,  
I've not abused him with dissembled friendship,  
Nor stole his Princess; she remains with him  
For ought I know, so may my friendship too,  
If't pleases him;—  Paul. 
Oh heavens! how unfortunate  
Am I in my love? see, he disowns my flight  
And he'll disown the marriage too, and I  
Shall pass for some base prostrate thing.  aside Lad. 
You seem disordered Sir.  Paul. 
I am disordered Sir at what you've said, I only thought before the Princess lost to all her friends and fortunes; but now 'tis worse, I see she's lost to honour, and fallen into the hands of one that basely disowns her.  Lad. 
You are too quick and fierce in your assertions Sir.  Paul. 
No fiercer Sir,  
Then the case merits: Had you owned her flight,  
And owned a marriage too, it had been honourable;  
For upon other terms she would not fly;  
But let me tell you Sir, in the same breath  
In which you disown her flight, you little less  
Than call her Strumpet.  Lad. 
Do you come here young Duke, to talk or fight?  Paul. 
Sir, which you please,  
To fight; now that I had a Furies whip  
Totear thy heart, and scourgethy perjured soul.  draws aside Lad. 
Must it be so?  Jo. 
Oh! murder, murder.  Enter Joanna, and Alexey. Alex. 
Hold, hold your hand Sir, save that tender life,  
Here is an enemy more fit for thee.  The. 
What Villains are these?  draws Lad. 
Ha! an ambush.  Paul. 
Begone, what mean you to betray me thus,  aside to Jo. Al. 
I am but humouring my part, retire;  
These are my servants Sir, regard 'em not,  to Lad. 
I'll play you no foul play; retire I say.  to Jo. Al. 
Come, come my Lord, let us put up our anger;  
This time and place are not convenient  puts up 
For this; besides I exceed my Commission in't.  
I should displease the Prince to take your life,  
And grieve him to lose my own; come let us talk:  
By all that's good I honour you:  
And do believe you'll tell me sacred truth,  
Then tell me truly, by the faith and honour  
Of a brave man, do you know where the Princess  
Is fled: and are you married to her, or no?  Lad. 
Then by those sacred things, by which you conjure me, by any thing that's more Divine than they, I know not of her flight, nor am I married to her.  Paul. Walks up and down in a passion and disorder. Paul. 
Oh! horrid, horrid; I shall sink and die.  aside Lad. 
Sir, you look pale, how do you?  Paul. 
I could find in my heart to stab him.  aside Lad. 
Your countenance changes Sir, I fear you're ill, and but dissemble it in complaisance— pray let me wait upon you to your Chamber.  Paul. 
No, good my Lord, no Ceremony pray,  
Sweetnatured Devil.  aside. Enter Sharnofsky conducting Juliana, followed by Hippolita, Emilia, Francisca, the Women all Vizarded. Lad. 
Ha! what is't I see? It is a Vision; Count Sharnofsky conducting a Lady out of yonder Monastery, she and her Train all Masked, what should it mean? my Lord, I beg your pardon, I'll wait on you instantly.  Paul. 
Oh! my sweet Lord;  Ironicè 
Honorio there!  Jo. Al. 
Madam, the news.  to her Joanna, Alexy. Paul. 
Curland's a Monster.  Al. 
I'll run and kill him.  Paul. 
No, let me alone, I'll kill him, but it shall be with torments; Steel, Poison, Fire, Racks, Scorpions, Hell; oh me unfortunate!  Jo. 
She's grown distracted.  Paul. 
Lead me, I faint.  Jo. 
She swoons, help, help.  they carry her out. Al. 
Who should these be?  The. 
Who 're these my Lord is gazing on so earnestly? ha, it should be his friend the Count; but what's that Vizard Lady? see, she unmasques.  Jul. 
Where are we now my Lord?  Shar. 
I'm sure, not far from Count Colimskyes Gardens.  The. 
It is the Princess.  Lad. 
Heavens! 'tis my Princess;  
'Tis she, 'tis she, my guilty soul retires  
At th' apparition of that bright Divinity  
Which my soul whispers I have now offended.  
Just so a suffering Saint that long had been  
Triumphant over all the Arts of Sin;  
And in all combats made a brave defend,  
And still preserved entire his innocence;  
But yet at last, before he is aware  
Begins to slide into some pleasing snare:  
By heaven surprised his soul, is then afraid  
Of joys for which he had endured and prayed.  Sh. 
I see the Garden gate, this, this way Madam.  Ex. Sh. Jul. etc. Lad. 
Ha! vanquished thus, heavens unsold this Mystery;  
It is too dark for me, and I must follow  
To see the opening of this cloudy Scene.  Ex. The. 
See, my Lord chases 'em, I dread the event,  
I wish some Mist had screened this horrid Vision from his sight.  Ex. Enter Sharnofsky, Juliana, Hyp. Em. Fran. The Scene a Garden, at the one end a Palace. Jul. 
Heavens! in what shady paths my fortunes leads me? And must I hide my head in Nature's Nunnery, among these Virgin flowers to save myself  
From him, who now though he so proud can be,  
Hath often for his safety fled to me?  
Nor would it grieve me, if I did but know  
For what it is, he persecutes me so;  
Or how I ever did offend this proud  
Aspiring Man, that he should seek my blood.  Shar. 
The Tyrant, Madam, thinks the Duke and you,  
Do all his towering policies undo;  
And than his active brain wants no design,  
The strongest innocence to undermine:  
Then for the State, he doth bewitch their sense  
With the love-powder of his eloquence:  
His sliding tongue doth with its charming strains,  
Like a smooth Serpent coil about their brains,  
And with its sting not only taints the blood  
Of fools and bigotts, but the wise and good;  
But yet in spite of all such arts as these,  
we'll darken his proud Stars, and on his knees  
Yet make him (ere w' have done this fatal strife)  
At these fair hands, thus humbly ask his life.  At the instant that Shar. kneels to kiss her hand, Lad and Theo. enter. Lad. 
Heaven blast my eyes, rather than see this sight,  
I'm abused; Villain.  draws; Theo. 
Oh my Lord, what mean you?  holds the Duke Lad. 
lose me Theodore, or thou diest.  The. 
I die, ah Sir, 'twill be a fate too glorious to die by your hand, thus saving of your friend.  Shar. 
Hark, I hear a noise.  Hyp. 
See, see, the Guard.  Jul. 
Fly, I command you fly? we are betrayed.  Jul. pulls Shar. who retreats with his sword in hand; the women run off shrieking. Lad. 
See, she entices him, and the Coward flies,  
And hast thou lost thy courage with thy honesty?  
This man was valiant once, I've now done more  
Than I have seen whole Armies do before:  
But guilt now so unman's him, that he flies  
What once he had the courage to despise:  
But I'll pursue thee to thy base retreats.  
Ha! the Gates fastened, are they barricadoed?  
Fetch me a Torch, I'll fire my way to 'em,  
And kill him in the arms of that false woman:  
Yea rage perhaps, may tempt me to destroy  
Her, whom I once thought heaven to enjoy.  The. 
Oh! how his passion, like a clap of Thunder, rends her great soul; but ha, they fire upon us, my Lord, you will be shot, a shower of bullets flies from each corner, see some Musqueteers upon the Battlements, the fatal Hail falls thick.  Lad. 
Poor men, how dangerously they stand against so numerous an Army? how bloodily they wound the drooping flowers?  The. 
A flight of arrows  
Covers the Garden with a poisoned shade;  
And one just glanced your side, you're shot, you bleed.  Lad. 
I feel it not.  The. 
'Tis fallen at your foot;  
Shot from some Tartars bow, curse on the slave,  
The horse-fed dog; oh, let me suck the wound,  
For fear the Dart was venomed.  Lad. 
Ha, I bleed;  
Indeed these are Juliana's Darts of love,  
Thank you kind Princess: Come then Theodore,  
I will retire, I ought not to resign,  
T'each common shaft, a life so great as mine;  
No, perjured woman, I will live to have  
Such a revenge as shall be great and brave;  
Suiting thy birth, and mine, and be above  
My injured honour, and affronted love:  
And when I've done, I'll make my last retreat  
To her, that never hath deceived me yet,  
Honour, a Mistress worthy of my mind,  
Both fair and great, as thou, and far more kind.  Ex. Enter Juliana, Sharnofsky, Hippolita. The Scene a room in Colimskyes Palace. Jul. 
Fire on 'em still.  Sh. 
I can descry but two from the Terrace walk.  Jul. 
They 'r hid behind the trees.  
But see th' affrighted Maids.  Enter Francisca and Emilia running. Em. 
Oh! out of breath, we've been pursued by such a crew o' Rogues!  Fran. 
I indeed Madam, there was Horse and Foot,  
I was pursued at least by twenty Pikemen.  Em. 
And sixteen Musqueteers ran after me.  Jul. 
The Count— my Lord, did you not meet the Guards?  Enter Colimsky. Col. 
Not I  Jul. 
Then sure we're pursued by fantomes.  Col. 
Well Madam, I've had fortunate success,  
And raised a Force very considerable  
For the small time I had to do it in;  
I find the young Nobles, and many Commons,  
And almost all the Ladies, highly sensible  
Of your great wrongs, and ready to engage with you:  
Madam, in short, fear not the Cardinal's threats;  
But above all things trust not his promises.  
Hell's not so false Madam; you can but die,  
And you had better bravely give your life,  
Then be deluded out on 't; but I hope  
You'll be constrained to neither, if a wall  
Of fifty thousand bucklers can protect you.  Jul. 
Blessed news! let's arm; I will have Poland see,  
My Father's Royal Soul survives in me.  Ex.  

The Third ACT.  Enter Paulina, Joanna. Paul. 
MArry a Lady o' my quality, and then deny the marriage! oh perfidious ungrateful man! and was it then for this trampled on myself, my Honours, Fortunes, run on the pikes of my great Father's anger, bestowed thy life, when all thy friends abandoned thee, and for thy sake am now become a poor and wandering Exile; and thou thus reward me, basely abandon me? oh horrid, horrid, weep, bleed, die, fall at my feet thou Tyrant, quick, quick, or see this Steel is in thy heart.  Jo. 
How wild she looks, and talks; oh my poor Princess, how deadly pale she is? now weeps again.  Paul. 
What shall I do? in a strange Country here  
Exposed to shame, yet strangled if I return,  
Death waits me at home, disgrace and ruin here;  
Like a poor Ship thus labouring in a storm,  
I view the angry Ocean, o'er and o'er,  
And see a thousand Waves, but not one Shore.  Jo. 
Oh, that I were a Witch to torture him!  Paul 
To night he dies: where is Alexey gone?  Jo. 
Gone out to see what means these strange confusions, shouts, clamours, cries, billows and tides of people flowing in the streets, calling to arms, to arms.  Paul. 
Alexey knows his Chamber: then to night,  
When weariness betrays him to his rest,  
And he lies Coffined in the Vaults of sleep,  
Haunted with mournful dreams; jile to his bed,  
Unwrap his breast, Anatomize his heart;  
Here runs a vein of courage, there of falsehood,  
This Fiber shows him man, but that a Devil;  
Then if he groans, or else with cast up eyes,  
Shall sigh a prayer, I'll stab it as it flies,  
And beg of heaven both soul and prayer may  
To those blessed Regions, never find their way  
But then lest heaven should deny my prayer,  
I'll kill myself, even to torment him there.  Enter Alexey. Alex. 
Oh Madam; there's the strangest news abroad,  
The Princess and the Count are up in arms,  
Poland's in a blaze, all's in confusion,  
The General Diett's equally divided,  
And millions of reports fly to and fro:  
Some say they design to Crown the Duke;  
Others to murder him, and Crown themselves.  
The Duke lies sick of an invenoined wound,  
But more of jealousy; I listened at his Chamber, and heard him groan of both; his soul is bubbling, a little heat would boil him to a height,  Paul. 
I'll go, I'll go I'll sting his poisoned soul,  
Put fire under his heart, I'll boil him, boil him,  
Till in his rage, he runs and kills his friend,  
His Mistress and himself, then we'll be merry,  
Be jolly, carouse, drink health in their blood.  Jo. 
Our Landlord too 's a talking News-monger, I'll go and stuff the fools Cranny with all the rascally news I can invent.  Paul. 
Do, all tools shall help; there's nothing now  
So base, I would not do to have revenge:  
Revenge to me, doth even seem above  
Celestial joys, or the delights of love.  
Ye Powers!—  
Let but revenge give me one minutes ease,  
And cast your other joys to whom you please.  Enter Ossolinsky, Cassonofsky, Lubomirsky, and their Trains, at several doors running in confusion. Two Gentlemen. The Scene the Town. Om. 
To arms, to arms!  Osso. 
Not mounted yet my Lords; the Cardinal is ready to march into the field.  Casso. 
Heaven speed his Eminence, I hope he is in his Coach; for if he was a horseback, and his horse trotted as high as his designs, he would jolt the old man's bones.  aside Lub. 
I thought what would become of these violent proceedings.  Casso. 
So here's Machiavelli, Policy in the abstract; the wind of t'other party blows a little dust in's teeth, and he wheels about.  aside Osso. 
You thought, were not you as forward as any one?  Casso. 
So Blunderbuss, my Lord Grand Lubber; be sure if there be any simple knavery, thou wilt be forward enough in it, but thou want'st wit to be an ingenious knave; and yet this fool got the Marshal Batton from me, thank the good King.  aside Lub. 
As forward as any one? no, I was not as forward as any one Sir.  Osso. 
I hate this.  Lub. 
Well, and I hate Sir.  Osso. 
Nay Sir, ben't so passionate, farewell to you; I'll stand by the Cardinal myself.  Casso. 
So, these Lords will go to cuffs about State you shall see; come my Lords, no dissensions, we have enemies enough.  Lub. 
Sir, I am as ready to draw my sword i'th' Cardinal's defence, as he can be.  Casso. 
No doubt, no doubt my sweet noble Lord, all the world knows you're Royal, Wise, and Valiant. My sweet Count Simpleton, all the world knows you to be a Coxcomb, and so do I: well, I am so out o' humour, I could hate all mankind.  Osso. 
Then what need all this quarrelling among ourselves?  Casso. 
Enough o' this my Lord; I must reconcile 'em for my own ends, or else they might fight and hang. [aside] Well, what shall we do with these impertinent women that are engaged against us?  Lub. 
Is your Lady amongst 'em my Lord?  Casso. 
ay, I have an impertinent Hen amongst 'em, that would crow o'er all the Cocks in the Kingdom, if she could.  1. Gent. 
she's reason, for half the Cocks in the Kingdom have crowed o'er her.  aside Osso. 
They'll have the wit to keep out o' dander. By this time the Cardinal is ready, bid 'em sound to horse.  Ex. Osso. Lub. Casso. 
So, thus am I forced to soader 'em together to keep our rotten building from falling in pieces, till I requite the kindness of the King upon his Daughter, for opposing me in all the Offices of State, I stood candidate for, Great Seal, Gold Key, preferring these, and every Phlegmatic fellow before me; and now 'tis I have raised all this storm, and the overwise Cardinal thinks to make me a Tool in his Design, and I make him an Instrument in mine.  Ex. 2. Gent. 
This is pretty, the women in arms; ha, ha! is thy Mistress amongst 'em, she with the high Roman Nose?  1. Gent. 
ay, and thine too, she with the low flat French Nose.  2. Gent. 
Ha, ha, how I shall laugh to see the little pretty uptails come to make a homethrust at a man; prithee let's follow our Lords, and see this desperate Camp.  1. Gent. 
But first let's arm, back and breast, bodkin proof.  Enter Juliana, Hippolita, Emilia, Francisca, and Ladies in Hats, Feathers, Vests; etc. with guilded Pole-axes in their hands followed by Sharnofsky, Colimsky, and Guard at a distance, Demetrius and Battista, as among the crowd. The Scene a large Pavilion. Dem. 
Not one face here that doth resemble his.  Bat. 
My Lord, you'll be observed.  Dem; 
Stand back Battista? I'll view 'em all; and if thou dost provoke me, I'll fight 'em all.  Jul. 
Let all the gazing crowds withdraw, and place strict Guards about the Tents.  Bat. 
Come let's withdraw in time among the crowd.  Dem. 
I'll not withdraw, Curland is among 'em,  
And I will make their close Cabal deliver him.  Bat. 
Yes, yes, be cut in pieces by the Guards.  Guard. 
Avoid the Tent all, all.  Dem. 
Slave, who do you speak to?  draws Guard. 
Ha Sir, who are you?  2. Guard. 
Cleave his head.  Bat. 
Hold Sir, for heaven's sake.  interposes Shar. Col. 
What Mutiny's that?  Guard. 
A Traitor, comes to murder the Princess.  Jul. 
A Traitor?  Dem. 
A Traitor, you Mercenary slaves.  Bat. 
Oh Gods, what work is here?  Shar. 
Deliver, Sir!  disarms Dem. Jul. 
Who employed you Sir, on so wise an errrand?  Dem. 
A thing, which I'm afraid Poland ne'er heard of yet, called Honour; 'tis to seek a person hid in your false Cabals, as false as they.  Jul. 
The youth's distracted.  Bat. 
This generous person is but a stranger, one of high quality, and only comes in curiosity to see th' election.  Dem. 
Sirrah, you lie; I come to seek the Duke, and I will have him here, or fire their Tents about their ears.  Jul. 
He is a little crazed, he hath his liberty, convey him home, and send for one of my Physicians to him.  Bat. 
I humbly thank your Highness.  Dem. 
Am I your Buffoon then? send your Physicians to me.  Sh. 
Go young Sir, another time you shall be welcome hither, at present Sir, indeed you must excuse us.  Dem. 
Take notice Sir, I will revenge th'affront when you're a King, at present you are all beneath my anger.  Ex. Dem. Bat. Col. 
What a mad fiery youth is this?  Jul. 
And now must I with humble patience wait  
Upon this Scarlet Minister of Fate,  
Who comes with slow and a Majestic pace  
To speak a Prince's doom with greater grace,  
And with a specious gravity to hide  
His Traitorous design, and haughty pride?  
Yes:— To his Grandeur, I owe more esteem,  
I at his own Cabals should visit him:  
And if he stays, perhaps I shall prevent  
With fifty thousand swords his compliment.  
In th'interim I'll divertize myself and these noble Ladies; Command my Music to sing a song of Triumph:  
Fierce and Heroic tempers cannot stay,  
To Court a Victory with long delay,  
Like a dull Bridegroom for his wedding night,  
But conquer and triumph, and then they fight.  

The Song.  

Awake, awake, thou warlike Genius of our State,  
who once didst glorious things;  
But hast of late  
Lain sleeping under drowsy Kings;  
Arise, and on triumphant beauty wait:  
See, see, he comes,  
Roused with the noise of Trumpets and of Drums,  
The Air all flaming wheresoever he went,  
And now he hovers o'er our prince's Tent.   

2.  
Fair Amazon, the day's thine own,  
Thine enemies look pale to see thy warriors stand  
Impatient for thy great command,  
Whose looks do make the fainting villains groan;  
And by and by  
Shall on the Altar of the field  
Ten thousand Victimes lie.  
Then Church and State  
Shall on thy Triumphs wait,  
Mitre and Crown  
Shall at thy feet lie down  
To flatter thy Victorious charms;  
Away to Arms, to Arms.    Enter an Officer. Off. 
Madam, the Cardinal's come into the Field, and all the Lords that join with him.  Jul. 
The Lords, and doth his piety distrust  
Heaven's protection of a cause so just?  
But he good man, though he is armed with prayer,  
And hath Battalions Marshaled in the air,  
Yet will make use of other Guards beside,  
And rather will in temporal Arms confide:  
My Lord Sharnofsky, draw up the Squadrons of horse into Battalia, I'll head 'em myself in person.  Col. 
We have a braver appearance than could b' expected on so little warning.  Enter another Officer. Off. 
Madam, the Cardinal desires to treat in person with you, and demands caution, for the security of himself and those that shall attend him.  Jul. 
Let sufficient caution be given.  Sh. 
Open to the right and left to make way for the Cardinal.  Enter Cardinal, Ossolinfsky, Cassonosky, Lubormisky, and Train. The Cardinal looks about and smiles. Card. 
The women armed! then sure we're all mistaken;  
This preparation's only made  
For some great Masquerade.  Jul. 
A Play, 'tis only to divert you, Sir,  
And called, The downfall of the Cardinal.  Card. 
And was it this, you and your Mighty Poets  
Have so long studied on? The Plot's too mean  
For such great wits, and such a mighty Scene:  
An usurped Crown a better plot would be  
For armed Tragedians, such as here I see;  
And if we make inquiry, we shall find  
'Twas such a Plot your Poetry designed:  
And to deny it Madam, is in vain,  
For we have searched your Vaults, and found your Train:  
And 'twill but set you higher on the score  
To justify your ills, by doing more;  
But if in this contempt you will proceed,  
Then thank your own ambition if you bleed;  
You are an Orphan, so is the Kingdom too,  
And no less trusted to my care than you.  Jul. 
How blessed am I, with this great State to share  
In such a holy Guardians pious care,  
Whose thoughts are busied for me night and day,  
That my good Angel may have leave to play:  
Whose love to that Romantique height is flown,  
That he to save my soul would lose his own:  
For though in compliment he seemed t' approve  
The little youthful vanities of love;  
And did my Marriage with the Duke advance,  
To show the King and me his complaizance;  
Nay more did to my dying Father swear,  
Our mutual loves should be his chiefest care:  
He had a far more heavenly intent,  
And swore in Courtship what he never meant;  
For he, who from his youth hath understood  
The pleasing Mysteries of flesh and blood,  
And knows how seldom those that are in love  
In their embraces think of joys above:  
He therefore charitably breaks his oath,  
And becomes perjured to preserve us both.  Card. 
I am not ignorant what you design,  
By Ironyes like these, so sharp, so fine;  
'Tis true, I promised I would ever bear,  
Even of your loves, a most Religious care;  
And that I would endeavour to redeem  
The captive you did then so much esteem,  
And faithfully engaged when that was done,  
I would complete the vows you had begun;  
Things good and just like these I vowed to do,  
But not to uphold you in all evil too;  
I did not swear if you should both combine  
T' o'erturn the State to share in the design;  
Though with my honour you so pleasant be,  
And think to laugh me into perjury;  
Sport with me, Madam, as your scorn thinks fit,  
We can distinguish innocence from Wit;  
And if I'm perjured, Poland then shall know  
Their safety did require it to be so:  
For know my Lords, th' ambitious Duke and she  turning to the Lords. 
Whom I have injured, as she charges me,  
Have sought this Crown by Treason to obtain,  
Which by just ways they did despair to gain;  
And to all Princes have addresses made  
The Commonwealth by fire and sword t'invade,  
Seeking that Throne which they despair t' enjoy  
By mean revenge and envy to destroy;  
And here their Partisans do seek by stealth  
To gain upon the sleeping Commonwealth.  
And now to stop so evil a design,  
Stepping to take the Actors in the Mine;  
Enraged their enterprise should hindered be,  
They strive to blow up both themselves and me.  Shar. 
No more (proud Priest) how dar'st thou at this rate  
Sport with a Princes, and a Kingdom's Fate:  
And charge us boldly with this black intent,  
When as thy conscience knows we're innocent?  
But thou whose valiant conscience never fears  
To rifle Urns, and sell an Orphan's tears,  
To break thy Oaths made to a dying King,  
Must have a soul debauched for any thing.  
Alas poor man! here are ten thousand eyes  
That see thy plots through all their vain disguise:  
Poor vulgar spectacles can fit at home,  
And read thy darkest policies at Rome;  
At Rome, the Market for thy Royal ware,  
Thou chaffer'st Poland for the Papal Chair,  
And here thou strivest to beat that Interest down,  
Which spoils thy trading for the triple Crown:  
Nay more, for fear thy Chapmen there should fail,  
Thou to all Princes settest this Crown to sale.  
'Tis placed upon thy private Stalls,  
And cheapened in thy dark Cabals:  
No Pacquets come, nor envy doth resort,  
But brings thee pelf from every Christian Court:  
And not a Princely Suitor sends to woe,  
But thy good will must first be courted too,  
Each Royal youth of Europe panting lies,  
For fear the Cardinal his consent denies.  
And now because some cannot bear to see  
A Priest make Merchandise of Royalty;  
That Money should the Throne invade,  
And turn the Crown into a Trade;  
He all impending evils to prevent,  
Accuses us, to be thought innocent.  Car. 
Well Sir, then since you have so good a cause,  
Repose your life and honour in the Laws,  
Deliver yourself unto the State, and I  
Will lay my Maces and my Scarlets by,  
And from my Office, waving all pretence,  
Will to the State submit my innocence:  
Then let the Diett freely try  
Which is the Traitor, you or I  Card. party shout. Osso. 
'Tis bravely spoken.  Lub. 
Greatly like himself!  Casso. 
Knavishly like himself.  aside Sh. 
Agreed, here bind my hands?  Jul. 
My Lord, you shall not?  Shar. 
His Propositions fair; the Cardinal  
Never preached any thing so much Divine,  
And let no blood be shed, but his or mine.  Jul. 
'Tis all deceit, through you he aims at me,  
That he my Father's Throne might freely invade,  
And proudly triumph o'er his Royal Shade;  
But that he shall not do whilst I've a hand  
To hold a Spear, and Armies to command.  Card. 
And Madam, do you think that fate is amorou?  
Or to find any Courtship from a bullet?  
They like raw travellers court all they meet;  
Nor can we send a Guide to give advice  
Whom to respect, but let 'em take their choice.  Jul. 
Their rugged Courtship Sir I shan't deny,  
Send them abroad, and give them all supply,  
That may defray the charges of their flight,  
Draw bills of death, they shall be paid on sight;  
I will your faithful correspondent be,  
And pay as fast as you can draw on me.  Card. 
Madam, I'm sorry you resolve t' expose  
Yourself, and such a lovely Guard as those,  
To all the sad uncertainties of Fate,  
To try your skill in fencing with the State;  
For justice at a Traitors life doth fly;  
And when it makes a pass, you put it by;  
But if the sword doth hap to run astray,  
Then thank yourself for standing in the way.  Ex. Card. Osso. Casso Lub. shouting, and waving their Falchions. Jul. 
Come valiant friends; the talking Prologue's done;  
The Curtain's drawn, the mighty Play's begun:  
The Music of the field in Martial rage  
Calls us to enter on this fatal Stage,  
Where each brave man shall doubly have applause,  
Crowned by his courage, and his glorious Cause;  
A Cause more glorious there cannot be,  
I for the Kingdom die, and you for me.  Ex. Jul. and Train shouting and waving their Pole-axes. Enter Theodore, and a Surgeon. The Scene the Duke's Chamber. The. 
Offer to let my Master go out in this condition?  Surg. 
I could not hold him Sir, he would go out whether I would or no; but there's no danger, his wound's not great, nor was the arrow venomed, as first you feared.  The. 
Oh! he'll hear all the news,  aside 
And then I tremble at the consequence.  
Now comes this babbling rascal.  Enter Landlord. Land. 
Nay, I thought 't would be as I said, the Count is to be King, and marry the Princess: How now, where's your Master? I've news for him.  The. 
Get you gone with your news you prating bufflehead, or I'll set you down stairs; come here with your news?  Land. 
Prating Bafflehead; and you'll set me down stairs? do you know who you speak to, Sirrah? come, come, you lie, you lie, you don't know who you speak to, and you're drunk Sirrah, you would not talk to me at this rate else Sirrah; get me down stairs with my news Sirrah? I'd have to know, the best men in the Kingdom are glad of my intelligence, you drunken rascal you.  The. 
Yes, no doubt you have all the intelligence— pray Mr. Corantoe-Master-General, what may your Envoyes and Spies in Foreign Courts cost you yearly?  Land. 
What may they cost me Sir? pray what may your Envoyes and Spies which you maintain with the Duke of Galley-pots, Count Palatine o' Clyster-pipes, Marquis o' Mouth-glue, and Baron o' Bathing-tubs, for the support o' your rotten body politic, cost you yearly? ha, Sir-Ragmanners, my intelligence comes from better men than you or your Master either. I met no less now (because you prate) then six Lords of my old acquaintance coming out of the field together all of a knot.  The. 
What knot? a bow-knot?  Land. 
A bow knot saucy-chops; when did you see six Lords tied of a bow-knot? ha! can you tie your nose of a bow knot? you had not best provoke me sirrah; but so, here comes my man, now it shall be seen whether I am a liar or no.  Enter Joanna and Alexey peeping. Jo. 
How, not here! where did we lose her?  Al. 
I'll hold a wager the person we met in the Cloak was the Duke, and she went after him somewhere, and is lost in the crowd.  Land. 
Come, come Sir, you Mr. Peagoose that stand peeping there, pray Sir thrust in your nose a little further, I have some employment for you.  pulls in Jo Jo. 
The Rogue will discover all my design, and render us suspicious to the Duke's servant, I am afraid, come in Alexey and help me to outface the fool.  aside to Al. Land. 
Come Sir, did not you hear in the field, as much as to say, as if the Count was to be made King, and to marry the Princess? come answer directly to the point; why don't you speak Sir?  Jo. 
Who, me do you mean?  Land. 
ay, you sir, who should I mean else?  Jo. 
I hear it, how should I hear it? was I in the field to day?  Land. 
Why, you impudent stinking lying Rascal, you won't tell me such a lie, will you?  Alex. 
You mistake me Landlord, and ha' met some body like him.  Land. 
No sir, I don't mistake; I can see, when I see, surely, I don't carry my eyes in a Hand-basket, and more than that, 'cause he goes to't, he's the very man, and no other, from whom I'd all this news now.  The. 
Is this your six Lords of a knot you Ninny? I see you can invent for a need.  Jo. 
Oh, a most grievous impertinent lying fellow, I'm so plagued with him sometimes!  Alex. 
Hark you Landlord, are not you troubled with a dizziness in your Noddle, a Megrim sometimes; I am afraid you eat too much mustard, and such hot things.  Jo. 
Some snush would purge your simple brain.  Land. 
A little more would make me run distracted, don't you tell me, o' your Migraines, your Snush, and your Mustard, a company of Rascals: Sirrah, did not I meet you coming out o'th' field, and I asked you what news, 'cause I was loath to go farther, 'cause I was to go buy a pole o'Ling for the womens' dinner that lie in my house here; and you told me all this bibble babble, and bid me go no farther, but go to my Lodgers with it, deny't if you dare sirrah, I'll promise you if you do, I'll churn those Buttermilk-chops o' yours, and let your Master take it off; I care not if you and your Master both get out o' my house, I can ha' customers for my rooms.  Alex. 
Come, enough o' this Landlord.  Land. 
I han't enough Sir, I won't be made a liar on  The. 
Why, what a troublesome fellow art thou?  Land. 
And what a troublesome fellow art thou? I won't be born down by a company o' saucy Valets that are good for nothing but to twirl a whisker, and a shave the crown o' some Sir Nicolas Emptipate his Master, and be kicked thrice a day for a cast suit, and Bread and Cheese.  Alex. 
Come Landlord, I perceive you are abusive; this is not to be endured, you must be corrected out o' this humour, it will be for your good another day; and now our Master's backs are turned, we'll make bold to give you a taste of our Parmesau.  The. 
And I le give him one lick for the sake of his Corantoes: Come Sir, since you 'r so good at Corantoes, pray let's see how you can dance a Coranto, come; up with your news quikcly.  Land. 
Rogues, you won't murder me, will you?  Theo. 
On the fourteenth instant, at the Port of Hucklebone, was driven in by storm a Vessel called the Royal Cudgel bound for back, bum, belly, noddle, or any part of the Kingdom of Coxcomb.  Jo. 
And near the same Port another.  Alex. 
And another laden with Snush, for the cure of the Megrim.  Surg. 
They'll kill their Landlord.  Land. 
Rogues, Rascals, Thiefs, will you murder me?  
Why Surgeon, wilt thou stand by and see me  
Murdered? I'll lay my death to thee.  Surg. 
Pray Gentlemen—  Alex. 
How now Sirrah? do you prate, shaver o' shinbones, Drawer of Gum-stakes, Grafter o' broken Stilts, Trapanner o' cracked Coxcombs, I'll teach you more manners.  Land. 
Murder, murder.  Ex. They beat Landlord and Surgeon off o'th' Stage; Andenter Ladislaus and Paulina. The. 
See our Lords.  Lad. 
And is it thus? come Theodore, my Sword.  The. 
Oh heavens, what is't I hear?  Land. 
Come Sir, I know they're wronged, by the fond talking world: they're constant, generous, they're Angels, Angels, not a pound o' flesh about 'em Sir; and doth it sting thy soul? crawl, crawl about aside his heart (thou Serpent jealousy) until he foams with poison.  Lad. 
Heavens! I fear something is strangely amiss with aside with the young Duke, he hath talked all day at this distracted rate. What should the reason be? some secret sorrow sets heavy on him; but I'll take no notice. Come Theodore.  Theo. 
My Lord, upon my knees—  Lad. 
No more, I'm wronged, abused, by my false friends,  
And I will in, and die in their defence,  
Since they have lost their guard of innocence:  
If in a cause so bad my blood is spilled,  
I have revenge by adding to their guilt.  
My noble Lord farewell, a thousand blessings  Lad. turns to Paul. 
Crown your sweet youth; and when you see the Prince,  
Do me the right t' inform him of my story,  
And recommend me to his noble thoughts;  
Tell him the dying Duke o' Curland begs  
A place, a Monument in his fair soul;  
And so heaven bless you both.  Paul. 
Oh! oh, I faint.  she swoons Lad. 
Now Theodore—  
Farewell to thee, if I ne'er see thee more,  
Here take these Jewels, they are all I have  
At present, to reward thy love and faithfulness;  
And now dear Theodore, when the day is done;  
And with it me, seek out my lifeless carcase  
Among the dead, and give it a private Monument:  
Let not my princess's insulting eye,  
Find out where injured Curland's ashes lie;  
Lest she in scorn should visit him, and there  
Profane my Tomb with a dissembled tear.  Ex. The. 
My Lord, be sure I shall do this and more,  
Ten thousand times, if Ice'm not dead before.  Ex. Paul. 
Ha, is he gone? and hath he left me thus?  
ne'er was false Lady so beloved as she,  
Nor any so unfortunate as me!  
But see he is not gone, there there he stands,  
Come here my kindest Lord, and kiss me once,  
But once before I die, for I am going  
Where poor Paulina ' l trouble you no more.  Jo. 
Oh heavens! her grief mislayes her noble reason, what shall we do  Alex. 
I'll run and kill the Villain.  Paul. 
Alexey see what shadow's that?  
Is't not a Coffin? 'tis; come lock me in,  
I know not whether I am dead or no,  
But if I am not, I would feign be so.  Alex. 
Oh, I shall run my sword into myself.  Jo. 
And I shall break my heart.  Paul. 
Sirs, lead me in.  
Well, since thouart gone, brave Ladislaus adieu,  
I'd not have dealt thus cruelly by you;  
But I forgive thee, and when no one's by,  
I'll pray for thee, then fetch a groan and die.   

The Fourth ACT.  Enter Ossolinsky, Cassonossky, Lubomirsky: After, shouts and acclamations without. The Scene an open field covered with Tents. Osso. Casso. 
ALl's our own, victory, victory.  
Come, for the plunder of the Princess Tent.  Enter Demetrius and Battista. Lub. 
But see Prince Radzevile, Commander of the Transylvanian horse; what news from the dead? did not I see thee fall under thy horse feet?  Casso. 
Come, for the plunder of the Tent, brave Prince.  Osso. 
Move slow Devils.  Ex. Osso. Casso. Lub. shouting. Dem. 
Never did such a gale of fortune blow, I'll sail in tides of blood up to their Tents, and take the Duke o' Curlands' Mistress prisoner, carry her to Moscow, and keep her captive till Poland ransoms her with Curlands blood; follow brave men.  Ex. Bat. 
Go, 'tis in vain to hinder thee  
When honour calls, nor will I stop thee now,  
Although he fights, he knows not where, nor how.  Ex. Enter Colimsky; the Seen continued. Col. 
Must we not only fight with men, but Devils? Radzevile Commander of the Transylvanian horse, who fell by my sword, is mounted afresh, hath broke through all our Troops, and Stands o' Pikes, and flies like lightning to the Prince's Tent, and doth greater things, now dead, then living. Pursue the Warlike Ghost; all, all to the Prince's Tent— But see whole Troops of flame; (A flame flashes through the Tents) a thousand fiery Spears pierce every way, and a bright Cloud of fire breaks from the Town; what should it mean?  Enter a Officer running. Off. 
My Lord, to the Prince's Tent, or she is lost.  Col. 
Teach me my duty you slave;  Strikes him with his Sword. 
What means this flame?  Off. 
It is some valiant stranger, but who I know not, that hath flown about just like a Fireship in Seas of blood to grapple with whole Fleets; and seeing the enemy flow all in Tides up to the Prince's Tent, hath set the Tents and all the Town on fire; and here with five hundred resolute Cavalry he comes to force his passage.  Col. 
Brave men, I'll lead the way to glory; all, all to th' Princes Tent.  Ex. Enter Ladislaus, Theodore, and followers with Flambaux in their hands. Lad. 
Come valiant men, let's give 'em brave diversion,  
Let's set their Tents afloat in blood and flames,  
And fill the Air with Clouds of humane ashes;  
Set all on fire, the Town, the Tents, the Temple;  
Spare not the very houses of Religion.  Ex. The. 
Brave Prince, how generous thy actions are!  
Unseen he changes all the Scenes of war,  
And with a noble scorn he fights for them  
Who both his courage and his love contemn;  
These Glories must at last themselves betray,  
And through all gloomy Clouds must pierce a way.  Ex. The Scene is changed to the princess's Pavilion; A noise of arms, The women shrieke within: And enter Hippolita, Emilia, Francisca running. Hyp. Em. Fran. 
Murder, murder, the Princess will be murdered.  Enter Sharnofsky defending the Princess, pursued by Demetrius, Ossolinsky, Cassonossky, Lubomirsky, Battista, and Guard; the Women run about shrieking and crying murder. Jul. 
Stand by Sharnofsky, I'll defend myself.  Shar. 
Madam, for heaven's sake do not deprive me in the last moment of my life, of that which I have lived and fought for all this while;  
For if without defending you I'm slain,  
I lose my honour, and I die in vain.  Jul. 
That honour you shall have, but not alone,  
Nor rob my courage Sir, to crown your own.  Shar. 
Oh! whether doth she rush? for shame ye cowards set not your swords against a Lady's breast, your Princess too: she bleeds; you saucy Villains, you've wounded a Divinity, th' Americans would have kneeled and prayed to; ye Powers, what are ye all asleep above the Clouds? if ye are, lend me your thunder: oh! she's lost.  Osso. 
You are my prisoner Sir.  to Shar. Dem. 
You Princess, are mine.  to Jul. Casso. 
So now shall I have a full draught of revenge.  Dem. 
Now know fond Poles, I have deluded you; I am not Radzevile, but Demetrius, a Prince o' the Imperial house of Muscovy; a mortal, an eternal enemy to you all; I come to search your General, the Duke of Curland, who like a treacherous Pole, after I had took him prisoner, showed him kindness, hath stole my Princess, and I'll enslave his, and the next time I come, enslave you all: And now stand by me valiant Transilvanians, I'll give you all a hundred crowns a man.  Bat. 
Oh! the good heavens, he betrays himself.  Osso. Casso. Lub. 
Ha! what saith Radzevile?  Shar. 
This is distraction.  Jul. 
Must I be carried then a slave to Moscow?  Hyp. Em. Fran. 
Oh, the Princess! oh, this Russian slave!  Dem. drags her along. Osso. Casso. Lub. 
He's mad, he raves.  Casso. 
Hold Sir, cleave the Rebel's head, slaves.  Fran. 
Heaven! what stupid Lethargy hath seized thee? assist, unbind me, or else strike me dead, rather than torture me with such a sight.  Osso. Casso. Lub. 
Hold Rebel, Villain.  Osso. 
My Lords, command all your men, Horse and Foot, to surround the Transylvanian Troops, and make 'em fling down their Arms, or die.  Ex. Lub. 
Let all the Cossacques wheel.  Dem. 
Fire, give fire; a hundred of you stay, and guard the prisoners.  Bat. 
Oh! the unruly fire that governs thee, Where will it lead thee?  Ex. Casso. 
Now to guard the Prisoners shall be my work:  Jul. 
How am I made the sport and scorn of Fortune, abused by Curland, trampled on by slaves; and now led bound to follow the Triumphant Chariot of Scarlet perjury?  Sh. 
My soul is torn with grief and rage.  Casso. 
Come then, I'll ease you both; alas I pity you; but chiefly you, good Princess: your kind Father I thank him eased me of many a burden some employment; and I in gratitude will ease your shoulders of such a weighty head laden with sorrow.  Call Oss. Dem. Bat. bound. Hyp. Em. Fran. 
Oh bloody Villain!  Jul. 
Insolent slave; dares such a thing as thee threaten a Princess life?  Shar. 
Barbarous Dog, bring me but to him, I le kick his dirty soul out of his body.  Casso. 
I'll snap thy saucy head from off thy shoulders first. Guards kill the prisoners, I'll not allow the formality of praying; and he that asks what Orders I have for it, let 'em know, I wear my Orders by my side; this is my Cardinal, Senate, and my King, off with their heads, his crooked Majesty commands it.  shows his naked Falchion. Shar. 
Thou Monster of mankind, hast thou no sense of pity or humanity, nor of thy own, nor of thy Country's honour, which such a horrid act will render infamous to all the world? here quench thy barbarous thirst of blood with mine, open all my veins, take my life, my fortune, honour, all I have, but spare, oh spare the Daughter of thy King.  Jul. 
No more my Lord, swell not the Villains pride by falling prostrate to it; Quick Hippolita, give me a Poniard.  Casso. 
Fetch a Wrack, an Engine, I'll torture him to death: But ha! more sport, d'ye come to put affronts upon the Kingdoms.  (Enter Ossolimsky and Guard, with Demetrius, and Battista bound. Osso. 
In the face of the whole Army Sir, I'll cool your fiery insolence.  Dem. 
Yes, murder me you slaves,  
I do deserve this punishment, and more,  
That my revenge should be so low and poor;  
I ought t' have set it at no lower rate  
Than the whole ruin of your Polish State,  
All of you huddled in one common doom,  
Curland the Cipher to make up the sum.  Casso. 
Tame the proud Rebel; Guards, off with his head.  Osso. 
Hold, strike who dares, till I give the command!  Dem. 
Come Villains, level me right against the Clouds,  
And then give fire, discharge my flaming soul  
Against such saucy Destinies as those  
As dare thus basely of my life dispose;  
Then from the Clouds rebounding I will fall,  
And like a clap of thunder tear you all.  Osso. 
Well then Sir, since your spirit is so high,  
Your head shall be as lofty by and by,  
Yes, you're exalted thoughts shall have their due,  
Your head shall stand in both the Armies view.  Casso. 
Guards, are you asleep? cleave all their heads at once.  Osso. Casso. 
Strike.  All the Women give a shriek, and at that instant enter Lubomirsky running. Lub. 
Hold.  Osso. Casso. 
Count Lubomirsky, the news?  Lub. 
All's lost; I am in such a confusion I cannot speak, some Devil in humane shape hath quite turned all the fortune of the day, hath fired the Town, the Tents, and here he's coming on waves of blood and flame.  Lasso. 
Hell take thee for thy news; where is this Devil?  Casso. Osso. 
The Gurads retire; stand Villains, or you die.  Lub. 
Stand, cowardly slaves.  Dem. 
Is Fortune penitent? Battista lose me.  Bat. 
I am bound too, Sir.  Dem. 
Are your teeth bound too, Sir?  Shar. 
Ha! is the Scale a turning?  
A thousand crowns but for one hand loose.  Jul. 
Deliverance swift like lightning! Heaven, I thank thee.  Enter Ladislaus driving the Guards before him, followed by Theodore, and Cavaliers. Lad. 
Stay flying Cowards; disparage not my sword,  
Let it be said at least I fought with men.  Osso. Casso. Lub. 
We are lost.  they are taken prisoners. Dem. 
And must I stand to be a thing of pity,  
To receive the charity of this man's sword?  Shar. 
I blush at our own chains, and this man's glory.  Lad. 
Secure the Lords, Madam, the Scene is changed,  
You're all at liberty;  
And now my next great deed shall be  aside 
To set my heart at liberty from thee.  Ex. The. 
My noble Lord,  
Thus through the field with unseen triumphs flies,  
As souls make their Entradoes in the skies;  
Sure Heaven some mighty glory hath designed,  
At last to crown such an Illustrious mind.  Ex. Jul. 
What Prodigy's this?  Hyp. 
'Tis your Angel, Madam.  Jul. 
A thousand Crowns to know him.  Shar. 
A Warlike Fantome.  
By heaven created for this exigence.  Dem. 
His haughty Valour hath affronted me,  
I le out and kill him for his insolence,  
And when he's dead, I'll hug him for his bravery.  Exit. Bat. 
To arms again; thus doth his active soul  
Leap from one danger to another;  
Here we destroy, and there we save,  
As Vessels tossed from Wave to Wave.  Ex. Shar. 
Let's out, and help to reap this glorious Harvest;  
But hark, a loud Volley of Martial shouts.  All within. 
Long live Juliana, our Queen.  Shar. 
Blessed noise; your name is bandied in the Clouds,  
There's a victorious Tempest in the Air,  
And see a thousand lights approach the Tent.  Casso. 
Oh cursed sight! and cursed noise.  Enter Colimsky. Col. 
Now Madam, all's our own; your enemies have all flung down their arms, some come to crave your pardon, others fly in multitudes to the Cardinal's Tent; the Cardinal in transports of rage for his misfortune, confessed his horrid villainies, and fled: I sent an Officer to conduct him to a private Grotto in a neighbouring Grove, pretendingly for his security; In the interim the croudes rifled his Tent, and found the Crown concealed, and here they're coming sailing along with shouts and acclamations, resolving to repose it on your brow.  Jul. 
The weight's too great for me.  All within. 
Secure the distracted State.  Col. 
The people grow impatient.  Jul. 
I'll sacrifice myself t'appease the croudes;  
Heavens! never was such a turn of fortune known,  
From a Scaffold to a Throne,  
In one moment to be seen,  
A dying Captive and a Queen.  Ex. Col. 
So now my good Lords you may be all at leisure for holy contemplations:  Shar. 
Guards, see especially  
To that malicious Count  Ex. Shar. Col. Casso. 
I know your kindness, I need not go to an ginger to know my doom: What a long neck shall I have when my head's set upon a Pole on one of the City Gates.  Osso. Lub. 
This is the giddiness of Fortune.  Lead away with Guard as prisoners. Enter Demetrius and Battista. Dem. 
This way the Spirit went, and as it walked I saw a kind of shape resembling Curland.  Bat. 
My Lord, your fancy in the heat of passion forges a thousand Images.  Dem. 
If 'twas his Ghost, I'll find out his abode; let it be Air, Earth, or Fire.  Ba. 
If it walks any where, 'tis there amongst the Queen's triumphant Train  Dem. 
I hear 'em shout, I'll amongst 'um.  Bat. 
Hold Sir, pray let 'em not discover you for fear the Poles revenge th' affront you did their Princess.  Dem. 
Then I'll revenge th' affront the Poles did me.  Ex. Bat. 
Heavens! what a task have I? It is the same,  
To bridle a tempest, or to steer a flame.  Ex. Enter the Cardinal conducted by an Officer. The Scene a hollow Rock in a Grove. Card. 
Heaven! have mercy! whither dost thou lead me?  Off. 
I was commanded to conduct you hither;  
The Count will come to you here, and bring the news.  Card. 
He is a worthy friend.  Off. 
'Tis dark and private,  
Here you may lie with safety.  Card. 
Thus in a moment is my Sun gone down.  Enter a Gentleman running. Gent. 
My Lord, convey yourself away with speed, All's lost; your men are fled, your Tent is plundered; the Princess Crowned, and all your friends betray you; my Lord Grand Marshal's coming with a Guard from the Queen to secure you.  Card. 
Then there's no trust in man.  Gent. 
This way Sir; hasten.  Off. 
Hold Sir, not so fast.  Card. 
Art thou set here to betray me too?  Off. 
To guard you Sir.  Card. 
To guard me as a Victim for Sacrifice; I am at last outwitted in Villainy.  Gent. 
Oh heavens! Sir, you're lost,  shout 
The Queen approaches; hark the dreadful shouts,  
A thousand streaming lights flow all this way.  Card. 
And let 'em come, I have a friend in private will not betray me.  pulls out a Handkerchif Gent. 
A poisoned Handkerchief I fear.  Card. 
The little winding-sheet of all my glories;  
Ah! had I studied but as much to gain  
Heaven, as this world, I had not sweat in vain:  
Instead of horrors that pursue me now,  
Immortal Crowns had waited for my brow;  
But my amazing miseries now are  
Beyond the aid of Penitence and Prayer:  
To my own Idols I too long did bow,  
To put that fawning cheat on heaven now;  
For he hath my Religion understood  
To be but craft, and my devotion blood.  
My heaven was t'ascend the Papal Throne,  
Where to save others souls, I've lost my own.  
And now, alas! 'twere folly to deny  
Myself the pleasure to despair and die.  
May all great men learn by my wretched Fate,  
Never to stake their souls at games of State;  
For though a while perhaps they seem to win,  
They'll find at last there is no cheat like sin.  dies Gent. 
He's gone; irrecoverably gone; his great souls fled,  
And see a thousand lights usher the Queen;  
She comes to see her mighty enemy  The Scene shuts upon the Card. etc. 
Lie a cold Statue prostrate at her feet.  Enter Juliana Crowned, Hippolita, Emilia, Francisca, Sharnofsky, Colimsky, and Guards, at one end of the Theatre, Paulina as mixed with the crowd. Om. 
Long live Juliana Queen of Poland.  Jul. 
My Lords, I thank you for all this great honour.  Paul. 
I've stole from Count Alexey and Joanna,  aside 
To seek my Lord, and I'm afraid to find him,  
Or with my Rival here, or with the dead;  
If here I find him, I'm resolved he dies,  
Only to spoil the triumphs of her eyes;  
But see, my servants come, I'll get away.  Ex: Enter Alexey, Joanna, and Landlord. Jo. 
Heavens! where is she wandered; and how came we to lose her?  Al. 
What dost thou do crowding in here? idle body, come help us to look our Master.  Land. 
I look your Master, go hang yourself with your Master.  Jul. 
What murmurings that?  Col. 
See Guards, what means that noise?  Land. 
No Rascals, I remember your Megrim, your Snush, and your Mustard; I'll make you pay dear for that Mustard, it shall be costly Mustard.  Guard. 
Oh! is it you Sir?  lays hold on Landlord Col. 
Guards keep off the Rabble; take that rude fellow, clap him neck and heels.  Ale. Jo. 
Begone, quick, quick, and leave the Rogue i'th' Bilboes.  (Ex. Land. 
Oh, good your Honour, I beseech your sweet Honour.  (Al. Jo. Col. 
Sirrah, what's your business here?  Land. 
Nothing an't like your honour, but a couple of idle quarrelsome Rascals that lie at my house, ha' lost their Master, and they'd make me look for their Master; Now if they ha' lost their Master, I'm not bound to make good their Master by no Law in Poland; I refer it to your Honour.  Col. 
Get you about your business Sirrah, and make no references to me.  Land. 
I thank your Honour, I believe your Honour knows me, don't you remember where you lay when your Honour kept the fat Lady, the Lady Clumsky? you could make references to her for all your pride.  [aside Col. 
Begone Sirrah.  Land. 
I thought I should put you in mind of a reference; I've done an't like your Honour.  aside Jul. 
Now my Lords, what news of the Cardinal.  Col. 
Nigh to this part of the field is the Grotto where I commanded him to be conveyed, and see the Officer I sent to guard him.  Enter an Officer. Off. 
My Lord the Cardinal.  Osso. 
Where is he?  Off. 
Dead.  Om. 
Dead.  Off. 
He lies so near, Torch's may show him you.  The Scene is drawn, the Cardinal presented dead in a Grotto, a Gentleman waiting by him. Land. 
Oh, bominable! killed? and is the Council o' Trent, and Pope Paul come to this? thou must know honest Guard I'm a merry man, and I used to visit this good man's back Cellar o' Rhenish, and then I called it the Council o' Trent, and there was a great Tun, great Grandfather, or Gossip at least to the great Tun o' Heydelburgh, and that I used to call Pope Paul the third, and there did the Beef-eaters o' the Guard and I—  Guard. 
Beef-eaters you Rascal!  Land. 
Sit in Council about the good o' Christendom, till at parting we did our reverences to Pope Paul, fall down and kiss his great Toe, the Spigot, and let the heavenly Benediction drop into our mouths.  Guard. 
You'd have my Halbeard drop into your mouths, would you Beef-eater, you saucy Cur?  Jul. 
A mournful spectacle; how died the Cardinal?  Off. 
Proudly as he lived; he would not stoop to pray,  
Or if he prayed, 'twas so, as he would seem  
He expected heaven should first pray to him;  
He gave up's glory, but with such a pride,  
He scorned to keep it, since he was denied;  
And though with death he found some little strife,  
Rather than ask, he would resign his life.  Land. 
What a wicked fellow was this? oh, sye upon him! not say his Prayers when he died! how doth he ever think to come to good; my Lord, he was as arrant a—  Col. 
Guard—  Land. 
I ha' done, an't like your Honour.  Guard. 
Sirrah, I could find in my heart to Beef-eat you.  Jul. 
I'm sorry for his soul, but heaven's merciful! ah! had this great man's piety been equal to's wisdom, and his many other Noble Virtue he had been a man too glorious.  Land. 
Nay truly, he had as good a Study of Books I'll say for that him, good old Authors, Sack and Claret, Rhenish and old Hock; come said I to the Library keeper, tap me St. Gregory, or that good old Father a tilt that looks like St. George a Horse back; take his Nag by the Spigot, and give our brains a leap, said I  Guard. 
Thou hast a mind to be laid by th' heels with thy Pope Paul.  Land. 
I ha' done honest Guard.  Shar. 
He was too self admiring, and conceited  
The Church and we did but his wisdom owe  
All honours Rome or Poland could bestow.  Land. 
He was something self-conceited indeed, that's the truth on't.  Col. 
He had a soaring spirit.  Shar. 
Reaching wisdom.  Col. 
Unsatiably ambitious, and inexorable.  Land. 
He was a notable man.  Jul. 
No more my Lords; what he hath done, he's gone to answer for; then for the reverence we owe Religion, let him be Interred with decency.  they take up the Car. Land. 
And for the reverence I owe burnt Claret, I'll be at's Funeral.  Jul. 
Now all the Storms are past, the Winds are down,  
The Waves transport me gently to a Crown:  
Kind heaven smiles, and I am got above  
All other Tempests but the World and Love:  
And now I'll seek Religions flowery shore,  
And be exposed to all these storms no more.  
My Lords attend me, and you all shall know  
How I'll my person, and the Crown bestow.  Ex. Land. 
Well, I swear this is a delicate woman, I'd give all I'm worth in the world I were a young Prince for her sake, I'd so jumble her and tumble her, I'd set her upon her head, and her heels, and kiss this end, and that end, and all in an honest way too.  Col. 
These words are of dubious and mysterious sense.  Shar. 
To a Cloister I fear.  Hyp. 
My Lords prevail with her,  
I can assure you she designs a Cloister.  Col. 
Let's attend her to the Palace, and then meet in Council.  Ex. Om. Ma. Land. Land. 
Well, it's a lovely Creature; I love her so well, I could be contented to be a little Shock for her sake, that I might lie in haet lap, lick her lips, and be stroked, but hang't it would but puff me up, I should be too proud and self-conceited: But here's a devilish fall in my wishes, now I think on't, from a Prince to a Puppy-Dog, but love is humble. Well now, there's a Harvest a coming, a Coronation; oh, what a crop of Dollars will I reap for my windows, and Belcony: I'll have a Rix Dollar for every quarry in my window, and a hundred for my Belcony; that is to say, fifty for my Bell, and fifty for my Coney.  
In all I'll have in currant Polish money,  
A hundred Rix Dollars for my Balcony.  Ex. Enter Battista. Bat. 
Heavens! I've lost him, whither is he wandered?  
What new Fury hath transported him?  
But ha! the glittering of a naked Sword;  
A person tall, and of my Prince's stature,  
Walking about, and hark I hear a voice!  Enter Paulina. Paul. 
Heavens! I walk about here in the dark,  
And hear the labours of departing souls;  
A thousand airy forms fly round about me,  
And fan me into cold and dewey sweats:  
Oh! if my Lord be dead, would I were with him.  Bat. 
The place is enchanted.  Enter Demetrius with his naked sword. Dem. 
There the dying voice fainted away, by that old wall— no liar, that was an echo.  Bat. 
My Prince, some frightful Apparition leads him about.  Dem. 
What art thou that usurpest the sacred name of my divinity?  
Speak, or I'll turn a Ghost as thin as thee,  
And torture thee.—  Paul. 
Hark, the Guards are near, I will avoid 'em, and go fetch a Torch, and seek my Lord among the dead, in those pale Groves he is unkindly wandered, t'avoid his poor Paulina.  Ex. Bat. 
Hark, the voice cries Paulina.  Dem. 
Paulina still; what faucy Spirit mocks me with that name? could I but find thee, I'd tear thy aerial body into Atoms; and I'll have light, or I'll fire this Grove, I, & set thee on a Rack of flame to make thee confess, who, and what thou art? and a light comes from behind that wall, a youth with a Torch, I'll run and fetch it.  Bat. 
He's grown distracted, I must speak to him Sir.  Dem. 
And dost appear at last!  runs at Battista Bat. 
'Tis I; Battista Sir.  Dem. 
I know I might have killed thee so; I'm led about with voices, groans, illusions; fetch me that Torch.  Bat. 
A fair and lovely youth walking among the dead; sure 'tis some Spectre.  Dem. 
Fetch me that Torch!  Joanna and Alexey run over the Stage. Jo. 
There she is all alone walking with a Torch.  Al. 
Where?  Jo. 
Under that Tree.  Al. 
I see her, let's run, let's run to her?  Dem. 
Hark, a consort of voices.  Bat. 
Let's leave this dismal place? there's a Cabal of melancholy Spirits that haunt it; see two flying shapes come towards this youth.  Dem. 
I think the dead hold here their Rendesvouze; hark, there are more come from yonder Grove? I'm tortured, plagued; fetch me the Torch I say?  Bat. Ex. and enter Lad. and Theo. Lad. 
Now Theodore, press me no more,  
I now renounce her, and her Sex for ever.  
And now I've steered her safely to a Throne,  
I'll leave her in her Ports, and to my own,  
From whence the war she hath on me begun,  
Shall now on all the world be carried on;  
And captive monarchs shall of her complain,  
And curse my injuries and her disdain,  
Whilst I shall still by blood and slaughter prove  
The scorn and hate I bear to her, and love.  Dem. 
Ho! stand, what are you? Battista, come with a Torch!  Lad. 
Hark, the Perdues call to the Guard; I'll in my Chariot to Town; do you ride before, Theodore, and get Post-horses ready this night, I'll onward on my way to Curland.  Ex. Lad. Theo. Dem. 
To Curland! Ye Powers, stand, stand, come with the Torch you slave.  Enter Battista running, and lays hold on Dem. Bat. 
Sir, Sir.  Dem. 
I see a Chariot, Villain stand by or I'll kill thee.  Bat. 
Are you distracted Sir? yonder's your Princess; I've overheard their talk.  Dem. 
Yonder's Curlands Chariot, and the slave holds me.  Bat. 
Ha! I see a Chariot, I'll after it, do you go to your Princess: here, here Sir.  Enter Paulina, Joanna, Alexcy with a Torch. Paul. 
Hark, I hear a voice.  Al. 
It is the Guards.  Bat. 
Here Sir, by all that's good, this is your Princess.  Dem. 
After the Chariot then, fly; Sir, a word with you.  to Paul▪ Paul. 
The Guards call to us, out with the Torch Alex.  Paul. Jo. 
Run, run; murder, murder.  Jo. Paul. run off. 
The Torch is put out.  Al. 
Fly Madam, I'll make good your retreat.  draws Dem. 
Curse on my folly, I've lost 'em in the dark.  Bat. 
Ha, lost them and the Chariot both? curse on this rashness; here, here they flee.  Both run confusedly crossing each other, and know not which way to take. Dem. 
Here, here's a path.  Bat. 
I see the Chariot going straight to Town.  Dem. 
I see the shape flying on the wind before me.  both run off.  

The Last ACT.  Enter Battista. The Scene a Hall. Bat. 
WIth much ado I've overtaken the Chariot, and I'm so out of breath I cannot speak; ha, stopped her, by that Belcony! this is our Lodging, it is, and see the persons coming out of the house with a light, where do they go, I'll watch 'um.  Ex. Enter Paulina, and Joanna. Paul. 
Oh! I am faint with running, and the fright; where's Alexey?  Jo. 
He stayed behind to guard us, but see he hath been here before us.  Enter Alexey. Al. 
Oh! Madam, the Duke is newly alighted at the door, and on some news I know not what it is; He's gone straight to the Palace.  Paul. 
Heavens! what should it be?  Ale. 
They talk the Queen is gone into a Cloister, some say to marry.  Paul. 
Oh! what comes into my head? Joanna slip to my Chamber, and get a Feather and a better Periwig, and follow the Duke with all the speed you can.  Jo. 
I run, I run.  Ex. Enter Demetrius. Dem. 
'Twas here they came; this was the house I'm sure: ho, ho, the house!  Enter Landlord beating his Servant. Dem. 
Ha! my Landlord, what, am I at home?  Land. 
You Rogue, you Dog, I'll kill you Sirrah, I le murder you; would not you tell me this before.  Ser. 
Murder, murder.  Dem. 
Hold, come along with me quickly, show me all your rooms, here's a Princess lodges here.  Land. 
Don't tell me o' Princesses? the Rogue hath undone me.  Dem. 
Sirrah, come along, or I'll send your Soul before me.  Land. 
Sirrah, hold your prating, I've lost more than thee and all thy generation are worth; I've lost five thousand Crowns, and I'll stop it out of his wages, I'll not pay one of 'em a farthing. But what will that do? that's some fifty Dollars; what's that to five thousand Crowns? undone, undone.  Dem. 
Dog, I'll set fire on's house.  Land. 
Will you so Sirrah? a brave amends for my loss; but Sirrah, I'll keep you fast enough for that, go quickly boy, run and fetch a Constable.  Dem. 
A Constable, Rascal.  draws Land. 
Murder, murder; ho! there Sirrah, come back again, I shall be killed: you bloody Rogue, will you murder me?  Ser. 
Good Sir, don't kill my Master.  holds Dem. Land. 
Hold him whilst I go run and fetch a Constable and secure his Cloak-bag, and then I must to the Palace after this base cheating Duke. I've a pack of brave Lodgers: here's one young blade, that Ice'm much mistaken if he or his man be ned a Whore; and the Duke's run away and paid me no Rent; and this vapouring Jack would kill me, and then set fire on my house; brave doings, is't not? but I'll feage you all.  Ex. Dem. 
What Duke's that?  Ser. 
The Duke o' Curland's an't please you Sir.  Dem. 
Curland, where, where, quickly slave.  Ser. 
I chanced to spy him, and came and told my Master, and for this he would ha' killed me.  Dem. 
Where I say, Villain?  Ser. 
Sir, he is just gone to the Palace; a young Gentleman that lodges here brought a Courtier that told him the Queen was to be married to night, and they are all run to the Palace together.  Dem. 
I'll make one o' the company, his soul shall dance Levaltoes in the Air at the Queen's wedding.  Ex. Ser. 
Well, I was a fool he did not let this Gentleman kill my Master, or fire his house, I would he had,— teach him to be labour me for my good will.  Ex. Enter Ladislaus, Paulina, Joanna dressed like a Courtier, Alexey, Theodore, at a distance— Battista. The Scene a Palace to the Street. Bat. 
So, I have overtaken 'em,  aside 
And here's some great mysterious thing in hand,  
The Duke hath some design about the Crown.  Lad. 
Knock at the Gate Theodore.  The. 
Indeed my Lord, this Courtier is mistaken; all say positively the Queen's resolved t'resign the Crown, and go into a Cloister, and that she spends this night among her Priests, and women in devotion to prepare for it; and now all the Lords of the Council are gone in to dissuade her.  Lad. 
Knock when I bid you.  Paul. 
Come good my Lord, do not expose yourself to so much danger; the Gentleman's misinformed.  Jo. 
Perhaps so Sir, I only told you what my sister, who is a Maid of Honour to the Queen, told me.  Theo. 
Your Sister!  Lad. 
My Lord, let it be true or false, I am resolved to be concealed no longer:  
Thus to the sinful world revenge divine,  aside 
Moves gently on with paces slow as mine;  
And Heaven stands behind the Clouds awhile,  
And let's deluded man himself beguile;  
And seems as if his Law he did not own,  
But with brave scorn to let the World alone,  
Till man grown impudent, begins to play  
His Villainies in open Scenes of day;  
Then strikes, strikes home, and then his arm doth fall  
With such a weight, one blow may serve for all:  
Thus my revenge I do a while retain,  
That when I strike, I may not strike in vain.  
Why dost not knock, Theodore?  Theo. 
I do my Lord, and none will answer within, ho there, open the Gate!  Porter within 
What would you have there? here can none come in.  Lad. 
Give the fellow forty crowns.  Theo. 
Here are persons o' great quality, you shall have forty crowns to open the Gate.  Porter within. 
Bear back there, Guard keep off the crowd.  People within. 
Oh, pray Mr. Porter.  Paul. 
I dread th'event, I wish I had not done this.  Ex. The. 
Take notice Sir, if any mischief befalls my Lord, you and your Duke's lives shall answer for it.  to Jo. Ex. Theo. Jo. 
Do you threaten Sir — Alexey.  Ale. 
I hear the slave, let him have a care I don't cut his throat, and his Masters the worthy Duke.  Ex. Jo. Alex. Bat. 
I'll after you all to see the meaning o' this.  Ex. Enter Landlord. The Scene continued. Land. 
Now I warrant shall I ha' much ado to get into the Gate after this cheating Knave the Duke, I must speak 'em fair; Porter: honest old Crony, friend and fellow Soldier in the Wars o' Bacchus, open the door, my drunken Bulley.  Porter within 
What saucy fellow's that? get you from the Gate, Sirrah, or the Guard shall lay you by the heels.  Land. 
Oh, the Rogue, he pretends not to know me, he knows me well enough; why honest Bulley Cerberus, Corporal-turnkey, Squire o' the house, ' Nointer o' Page-bums, Engineer General o' double Locks, Spring-locks, Padlocks, and Mousetraps, open the Placket o' the house, called the Wicket, and let's in boy. Dost not remember the Council o' Trent, and Pope Paul the third.  Porter within. 
Prating Rascal! you 've a mind to be laid by th' heels.  Land. 
Oth' cunning Rascal! he thinks I ha' company with me now, he's as cunning! but here comes my slaves, what ha' you set fire on my house yet?  Enter Demetrius. Dem. 
How now, the Gate barred? open the door here.  Land. 
Nay, if I can't get in, I believe you'll hardly get in, for all your brave Cloak-bag.  Dem. 
Open the door, or I'll set fire on't.  Porter within 
d'ye threaten Sirrah! Guard, out quickly, here's a Traitor threatens to fire the Palace Gate.  Guard 
Bear back there, let's come out;  People within. 
Oh, you crowd me.  Land. 
So, so, you have done finely, we shall have our brains knocked out; come, come, a spell quickly afore they come, I know the Rogues as well as if I were in the bottom of their bellies; come half a Doller or so—  Dem. 
Open the door fellow, thou shalt have fifty Dollars.  Porter within 
If I do let you in, you can't get into the Presence— the Guard-rooms are all crowded; I let in a Gentleman just now, and he stands in the crowed still.  Land. 
The Rogue begins to be pliable.  Dem. 
Open the door I say, here's thy money.  Porter within. 
Bear back there, keep off the crowds.  Ex. Dem. Land. 
Now you can bear back with a pox to you, now you hear o' money; well, I see this money will make every thing bear back, and fly open.  Ex. One within. 
Ah Mr. Porter, we'll give a Rix-Dollar, betwixt four of us.  Porter within. 
A Rope between four of you.  Enter Juliana, Hippolita, Emilia, Francisca, Colimsky, Sharnofsky, and a Priest. The Scene a Room in the Palace; a Table with the Crown, Sceptre, and Regalia at one end, and Beads, and Books at the other. Col. 
Well Madam, since we must despair t'obtain,  
we'll cease those prayers, which we thus make in vain;  
For to our sorrow we confess it true,  
This Kingdom hath not glory ' enough for you.  
In those Celestial Crowns you'll only find  
Exalted glories equal to your mind:  
We only beg you'll help the shrinking Throne,  
And save ten thousand souls besides your own:  
For, Madam, whatsoever your Priests pretend,  
You may by Crowns, to Crowns ascend:  
And Cells on Earth, will Cells in heaven find,  
Large Crowns for mighty bounties are designed.  Shar. 
And Madam, I but one thing will implore,  
That when you address yourself to the Sacred Altarr  
You'll please to recollect upon what score,  
You at those Altars have stood once before.  
When Vows with Vows, Altars with Altars jars,  
It seems to breed in heaven a civil war;  
It is not for the Duke I intercede,  
I now in the behalf of Honour plead:  
Though to the sacred Church I freely bow,  
No doubt they can absolve you from your Vow;  
Yet with the reverence to their power is due,  
Methinks I would have Honour do it too:  
In other world's Devotion may have bliss,  
I'm sure 'tis Honour that must save in this;  
And generous Honour passes doom on none,  
Till first their crimes are clearer than the Sun.  Jul. 
My Lords, on either side I've heard your pleas,  
And very much resent your kindnesses:  
But now my souls employed on things above,  
Concerns of Empire, and much more of love.  
As for the Duke I cannot censured be,  
I quit not him, but he renounces me;  
Nor for the Throne, I found it in distress,  
And mildly leave it in the calms of peace:  
And now eternally I bid adieu  
To Love, and Empire, to the Duke and you:  
And here my Lords, I do your Crown restore,  
And now retreat to what I was before.  Confessor. 
Great Victory; you Saints above make room,  
A mighty Spirit doth in triumph come.  Col. 
Hold Madam, ere you fall so great a weight,  
And break in pieces our disjointed State;  
Rather than we will rush again once more  
In the wild Chaos we were in before;  
'Tis voted by us all, that you alone  
Shall fix some person in our shaking Throne.  
We swear Allegiance t' whomsoever you choose,  
Yea, and the death of him that shall refuse:  
'Tis all our votes.  Om. 
All, all.  Jul. 
The trust is high, and great, and needs many solemn thoughts, and you must give me some time to pause.  Confess. 
Madam, the better to compose your mind,  
And fortify your soul in these last conflicts  
With earthly glory; please to rest a while,  
We'll use the devout Ars of holy Church.  The Queen seats herself in a Thone; the Ladies stand in order on her right hand, and the Lords on her left, whilst a Chorus of voices sing. 

The Song.  

How nobly heaven doth receive  
what 're a pious mind  
Is in Devotion pleased to give,  
as if he Crowns resigned;  
The sacred Vaults with joy resound.  
The Altars all with Roses Crowned,  
And the poor Saint in triumph brought  
To offer up one holy thought.  
And if to that such honour's due,  
What glory's wait, (great Queen) for you!  
Chorus. And if to, etc.   

If heaven thinks an humble bow  
to him devoutly meant,  
Then we whole Hecatombs bestow  
in one devout intent;  
When Queens lay youth and glory by,  
To seek out Crowns of chastity:  
Some brighter Stars must sure compound,  
The Wreath wherewith her head is Crowned:  
For more than common Honour's due  
To Royal Saints, Great Queen, like you:  
Chorus. For more, &c,   

Then blessed be all my storms of love,  
(though they discourteous were)  
That on our peaceful shore hath driven  
a Saint, so Great, so Fair:  
Now let the Boy with all his train  
of griefs, go weeping back again;  
Whilst you set Sail before the wind,  
And leave this floating world behind.  
Till spooning gently on, and fair,  
You turn an Angel unaware.  
Chorus. Till spooning, etc.    Confess. 
Now that your royal soul is flown ●oft  
Upon the wings of Divine Harmony;  
We'll keep it there by holy representation,  
First of the vanishing glories of the world,  
It's splendid entrances, its shady Exits.  Enter two Queens followed by two Ghosts, they pass slowly over the Stage. Soft Music. Confess. 
Saw you those Royal Shadows pass the round  
With all the charms of Power and beauty Crowned:  
Would not the glory which they did display,  
Make the world think none are so blessed as they?  
Alas, had they but looked on either side,  
They might have seen what would have damned their pride:  
Two pining Spirits that wer'e once as fair,  
Showing with sighs where they must all repair:  
Such are th' unseen shadows that attend  
All earthly glory, and in those they end.  
Now the next thing that we shall represent,  
Is chaste Devotion, recluse Piety,  
It's humble entrances, its glorious Exits.  Enter two Nuns clad in white, followed by two Angels Crowned, They pass as the former. Confess. 
Saw you those Virgins pass in holy state?  
Observe how Angels on their Triumphs wait:  
Their Souls are as their Beauties fair and bright;  
Their thoughts are as their garments pure and white:  
Their dreams are Visions, and their breath is Prayer;  
They're fasted into Spirits thin as Air;  
Nor can you them from holy Angels know,  
Since these are Nuns above, and they below.  
And now you in a solemn dance shall see,  
How all these move to Divine Harmony;  
Confusedly mixed each in their several States,  
Walking around the changes of their Fates;  
The world is a great dance in which we find  
The good and bad have various turns assigned;  
But when th' have ended the great Masquerade,  
One goes to glory, tother to a Shade.  They all dance. Colim. 
What tumults that?  Enter a Gentleman 2 Gentle. 
My Lords, here is a person of unknown quality desires admission; by's habit we conjecture 'tis the same that fought to day i'th' head of all our Troops, and saved the Count and Princess in the field.  Osso. 
He's highly welcome; let him have admission.  Enter Ladislaus disguised, followed by Paulina, Joanna, Alexey, Theodore, at a distance, Battista, all the Lords bow to Lad. Lad. 
It seems the Bridal Masque is done.  aside Bat. 
So, I ha' crowded in among the rest,  aside 
To see th' event of this mysterious business.  Jul. 
I have considered on't, my Lord Sharnofsky, heaven and your own merits design you for the Crown.  She takes the Crown off the Table, and presents it to Shar. who seems to refuse it, and the Lords to constrain him. Lad. 
Ye Powers!  aside The. 
What Tragedies will here be straight?  aside Paul. 
She's false indeed.  aside Shar. 
Great Madam.  seems to refuse Lords. 
Kneel, and receive the Crown. Shar. kneels  Lad. 
aside Ha! is it so?  
Then now I see, I have not been deceived,  
Sharnofsky, as thy glory, so thy fate,  
Is very near, and thus successful villainy;  
Heaven let's it to the top of glory come,  
Then (draws) thus strikes it dead with unexpected doom.  
Sharnofsky draw, there's one obstruction more lies in your way to all your glories; the Duke o' Curlands Sword.  Om. 
The Duke of Curland!  Lad. draws and discovers. Jul. 
Ye Powers! the Dukel I faint Hippolita, Emilia hold me?  swoons in her woman's arms Hyp. 
Help the Princess.  Shar. 
The Duke of Curlands Sword; and can that Sword  
Be set against my breast? for what is this?  Lad. 
That shall afford us talk in th'other world.  Shar. 
I fall.  Shar. falls: The Guards cali Treason, and run at the Duke: Colimsky interposes. Col. 
Hold Villains! 'tis the Duke your General; what cursed Devil poisoned the Duke's soul with jealousy of his brave friend?  Theo. 
What fatal work is here?  Paul. 
Oh heavens! Joanna, what have we done?  Bat. 
What should this Tragical confusion mean?  Jul. 
What Vision have I seen? where am I?  
Am I awake? or is't a Martial dream?  
See, the Count bleeding? who hath done this deed?  Lad. 
And dost thou then lament him to my face?  
Oh thou Apostate shame of Royal blood;  
Is this thy gratitude for all the Martyrdoms  
I've suffered for thy love? 'Tis I have done it and done it  
To revenge my injured love.— And I but just should be,  
Now I have punished him, to punish thee;  
But that, alas, 'twould be so poor a deed,  
My very Sword would scorn to make thee bleed;  
And if my passion should the thing request,  
'Twould turn in rage against his Master's breast.  
No, I shall leave thee to a higher doom,  
And now go wait thy lover to his Tomb.  Jul. 
Ha! doth he go? and leave me thus in scorn, (proffers to go Guards, stop the Traitors! I le revenge my honour, and the Count's blood; in the interim, carry him out, and use your utmost skill and care about him  Col. 
Madam, he breathes, and whilst there's life, there's hope, Guards stop the Duke.  They carry out Shar. The. 
She'll kill the Duke; but I'll not long survive him.  Jul. 
Curland, thou diest; but first thou must explain  
The Mysteries of this thy proud disdain;  
Say then, what Fury did thee hither send,  
To wound my honour, and destroy thy friend;  
For none in Poland hath this treason wrought,  
Nor dare they wound my honour with a thought,  Lad. 
None dare, 'twere Sacrilege to make it bleed,  
None but your valiant self dare do the deed;  
And you are grown to that insulting height;  
You scorn the modest whispers of the night:  
Trumpets must speak, and Banners must display,  
And to your Lover's arms you fight your way.  Jul. 
This is distraction.  Col. 
His Russian bondage hath mislaid his reason.  Jul. 
He's mad.  
I once to punish him had an intent,  
And now I pity him; and those thoughts repent:  
And yet it may be those distractions are  
Only th' effect of pride, and wild despair:  
The sinner finds he's damned, and prays in vain,  
And now by blasphemy would case his pain.  Lad. 
Yes, as a man damned by a false Religion,  
When he finds all his piety in vain,  
Doth curse his gods, and wish he had lived profane;  
So all my merits lost, I now repent,  
That I have been so fondly innocent,  
That I in Muscovy so vain should prove,  
In seeking Crowns and Armies for thy love;  
And cruelly my heart refused to give,  
To one who wanted it, that she might live.  Jul. 

What then it seems thy killing eyes have there  
Done many murders too, as well as here;  
And what If I thy triumphs should disgrace,  
And in a grave should hide thy conquering face,  
Where Ladies hearts it might no more surprise,  
Nor women be in danger of thine eyes?   

Sharnofsky's blood forbids to let thee live:  
Yes, Curland thou shalt die, it shall be seen  
In this one glorious act, I am a Queen;  
And let thy Sovereign title plead thy cause,  
Let Poland talk of privilege, or Laws,  
In this great doom I uncontrolled will be,  
And trample on the State, their Laws, and thee:  
And let the glory of thy Fate contain,  
And sum up all the glory of my reign.  
Guards, kill the Duke; hold, but kill him so,  
That he may live within an hour or two: aside  
Methinks I now a little weakness find,  
And my heart tells me, I would seign be kind:  
Fool that I am; I weeping melt away  
Even all the Crowns, and Triumphs of the day:  
The Conqueror doth quit the field and fly,  
Whilst the proud captive stands insulting by;  
That ever I should play so weak a part,  
To be enticed thus to refign my heart?  
A heart, designed for things so far above  
The petty troubles and concerns of love:  
Yet now led captive, can so prostrate be,  
To worship him, who ought to worship me:  
But for these follies I'll myself dethrone,  
Forgive his sins, but will chastise my own:  
Lead to the Chapel; I'll to night—   Con. 
Hold Madam, your soul's disordered, it must be calmed with penitence and prayer, before you can be fit.  Jul. 
I cannot help it, I am but woman.  weeps Lad. 
Ha! and have I wronged her?  
What cursed charm hath lead me in this maze?  
Surely I have been abused, young Duke of Novogrod,  to Paul 
Have you not told me lies? I fear you have,  
And done it to revenge your friend the Prince.  Bat. 
Hark, he calls my Princess Duke of Novogrod.  aside Jo. 
Discover to him—  Al. 
Madam, undisguize; and let the Duke affront you if he dares.  Paul. 
Yes Sir, I've led you in this maze of jealousy;  
And done it to revenge my injured honour.  discovers Om. 
A woman!  Jul. 
A woman!  Paul. 
Yes, and a Princess Madam,  
Great as yourself by birth, greater in misfortunes;  
The daughter of the mighty Czar of Muscovy,  
Become a wandering Pilgrim, hidden lies  
In the poor Hermitage of this disguise;  
By Curlands treachery, now brought so low,  
I even am ashamed myself to know.  weeps aside. Bat. 
Now I perceive the Mystery.  Lad. 
The Princess Paulina.  Paul. 
And dar'st thou mention then Paulina's name,  
And proudly stand without remorse or shame?  
Because in war thou hast a captive been,  
Wilt thou in spite, thy victories begin  
On Virtue, on Religion, Love, and me,  
And hate my name, because I pitied thee?  
When all the world forsook thee, I alone  
Bestowed thy life, and made thy chains my own,  
Yea more, so fondly I betrayed my flame,  
At thy petition, I thy wife became.  
When Crowns lay at my feet, I married thee,  
Who hadst no Armies, Crowns, nor liberty;  
Yet promised one, but meant in that above,  
A Crown of Martyrdom, for injured love.  
Yet after all, (perfidious man;) to fly  
And leave me in thy Chains condemned to die?  
And when I found thee, basely to disclaim  
Thou hadst relation to Paulina's name?  
Know Duke, I do abhor thee, and to day,  
This Hand, this Steel, had ta'en thy life away,  
But that some power did the blow withstand,  
And when I proffered, did withhold my hand;  
But my revenge now altars its design,  
The death it aimed at thee, now shall be mine,  
Not that I die, because I grieve to part,  
But thus to punish my rebellious heart.  Jo. Al. 
Oh, she hath hurt herself; Oh, Madam; Madam:  Offers to skill herself, but Jo. Al. snatch the Dagger. Paul. 
What means this cruelty? oh, let me die:  Bat. 
I now perceive the maze in which they wander;  
Oh, I have been too slow in my discovery.  Jul. 
And have I wept and bled for this?  Lad. 
What cursed Fantome did abuse my shape?  
As ever, heaven, thou'st regard to truth  
Or innocence, now by thy thunder show  
If it was I, that wronged this Lady so.  Jo. 
Oh horrid, horrid!  Al. 
Oh immortal Powers! and can you suffer this?  Jul. 
Prodigy!  Con. 
Oh! Madam, rule your haughty passions,  
There is a Ring of Angels made about you,  
To see how you'll come off in this great combat.  Jul. 
And let 'em make a Ring— they to themselves  
The pleasure of revenge would not deny,  
Were they but flesh and blood as well as I.  Bat. 
I must reveal in time, before more mischief ensues.—  
Royal Madam—  Jul. 
Ha? what art thou?  Bat. 
I'm one, whom if you please  
Can in one word rectify all mistakes.  
'Tis a deceitful marriage than breeds this  
Confusion; the Princess was not married  
To the Duke, but to my Prince Demetrius,  
He who to day was (Madam!) in your Tent  to Jul. 
Condemned to die—  Lad. 
My innocence is cleared by Miracle.  Paul. 
Is Prince Demetrius here? and did he abuse me so?  Bat. 
Madam, he ventured on so grand an enterprise,  
Partly t' allay the torment of his love,  
And partly for revenge upon your Father,  
Who having promised you, as a reward to him,  
For taking the Duke prisoner, slighted his Royal word,  
Upon the news of the King o' Poland's death,  
And proffers you to the Duke, with a great army,  
Only in hopes to make you Queen o' Poland;  
The Duke indeed did nobly slight the proffers.  Jul. 
So Count Sharnofsky said.  
What have I done to wound that gallant man?  Bat. 
My fiery Prince resenting the affront,  
As proudly as the Emperor did his,  
'Twixt rage and love, did by a wile entice you  
Unto the Castle where the Duke was prisoner,  
Pretending danger; penitence and love,  
And (if you if you remember) married you in the dark,  
Because he would not trust (as he pretended)  
The Priest himself with such a dangerous secret.  Om. 
Amazement!  Bat. 
And e'er you could discover the mistake,  
You fled away in a fright, and ere you went,  
Bribed the Cipier for the Duke's liberty;  
Then he in innocence forsaking you,  
And you as innocent in pursuing him,  
Occasioned this unhappiness.  Col. 
Heavens, 'twas this the Cardinal took advanage on to breed all this disorder.  Om. 
Now all's come to light.  Paul. 
How have I been abused? unhappy I, born to misfortunes.  Bat. 
See, my Prince is here!  Enter Demetius and Landlord struggling with the Guard. Lad. 
I think my Landlord, the Prince perhaps was the other strange lodged in the same house: petty humour of fortune!  Land. 
Come honest Cardinal Bembo, dost thou not remember  to the Guard 
I made thee a Cardinal at the Council o' Trent,  
Hast thou forgot Pope Paul's great Toe, boy?  Dem. 
Slave, shall I stay here all night?  Guard. 
Well what would you see? all's done.  Land. 
Nay, I told you I'd get you in, if any body could; the Rogues all know me as well as a beggar knows his Clap-dish.  Dem. 
Curland, have I found thee? 'tis not thy friends,  draws 
Nor the Queen's Guards that shall protect thee.  Bat. 
Hold Sir, all's well.  holds Dem. Dem. 
Not till Curland or I fall.  Land. 
Why, what a mad fellow's this? draw in the presence; why Sirrrah, do you know where you are, you malapert lad you? I shall be hanged for bringing in a quarrelsome Jackanapes, if I had known, I would ha' kept him at home, I warrant him.  Bat. 
O! hold, and turn your eyes on that sad object that there lies weeping, bleeding for your crimes.  Dem. 
My Princess, I'm in a trance; oh bloody Vision! what cursed hand hath done this wretched deed?  Paul. 
'Tis you have done it, oh Demetrius,  
How have you injured me? what horrid dangers  
And miseries have you exposed me to?  Land. 
This young man hath been in a scuffle, I see.  Paul. 
I'd lost my life under my Father's anger,  
Had it not been for this good Count Alexey,  
Who had the charge of me, and helped me away;  
And now in passion I have chased the Duke,  
Thinking him guilty of forsaking me  
His lawful Wife, and made him kill his friend,  
Injure his Princess; and had fallen himself  
By my revenge, this Steel had pierced his breast;  
But heaven to whom his innocence was known,  
Thus made me turn the blow against my own.  Land. 
What's the meaning of all this blind story?  Dem. 
And have I injured thus the Duke, and you?  
What miseries, what torments are my due?  
First by some slave, or Villain, let me die,  
And when I'm dead, then stab my memory.  
By my own hand, or yours, to die, would be  
A death too brave for such a Fiend as me:  
And when I'm buried, to my Grave repair,  
And throw in scorn my ashes in the air:  
But lest you prove unjust, and pardon all  
My horrid crimes, thus at your feet I fall.  proffers to fall an his sword, and is prevented by Ladisl Paul. Bat. Land. 
What art mad? wilt thou kill thyself, sweetheart? bless me, he makes my heart ache; take the sword from him, fie upon't, who lets such young fools ha' swords, that don't know how to use 'um?  Paul. 
Hold Prince Demetrius! live, your wife Paulina doth beg it of you.  Land. 
Your wife Paulina; what, I warrant this young man is that young man's wife; why sure my house was enchanted to day, lodged Princes, and Dukes, like Mummers and Masqueraders; and Women and Wenches in men's clothes, and Cloakbags, and scufflings, and they kill one another, and they're alive again, and this, and that, and I know not what; here's work indeed.  Dem. 
And can you pardon me my kindest Princess?  Paul. 
Yes, my dear Demetrius, I have charity enough to pardon you, and virtue enough to love you.  Dem. 
Blessed minute; I shall die with happiness.  Al. 
And I with joy.  Al. weeps Dem. 
Now generous Ladislaus, can you forgive me?  Lad. 
My Princely friend.  Land. 
ay,— hug,— but you're but a couple o' Knaves both on you  Paul. 
Great Madam, may not we embrace, as well as our 〈…〉  Jul. 
Yes Madam, and perhaps with an affection as generous as theirs  Om. 
Celestial sight!  Col. 
The Charm that raised this 'o tempest confusion  
Is now undone, the horrid Spectre's vanished;  
All ends in friendship, let it end in glory;  
Love now is Crowned, let honour be so too;  
Let's place the Crown upon the head of him  
Who in a thousand fields hath purchased it.  Land. 
With all my heart truly, though I must tell you, you're none of th'honestest to run away and pay me no rent.  aside Col. 
Great Duke, it is decreed you are our King,  
And you our Queen.  to Jul. Om. 
Long live Ladislaus King of Poland, and Duke of Curland.  Om. 
Long live Juliana Queen of Poland, and Duchess of Curland.  Lad. Jul. 
My Lords, we thank you all for this great honour, And shall endeavour still to make this Crown Rather the Kingdom's glory than our own.  Land. 
Your humble servant; no body questions it; well now an't please your Majesty—  Lad. 
Go, I forgive thee.  Land. 
Forgive me; thank you heartily: I come to dun him for money, and he cries he forgives me; right Courtier I'faith; but if you forgive me, I won't forgive you: in the first place, for cheating me of five thousand Crowns, but that I'll take no notice of (aside Why Sir, for my Rent, and several other courtesies, as procuring, conniving, angling for Trouts; no courtesy in this age; come, come Sir, a feeling, a feeling, and I'll take no notice, otherwise my tongue doth naturally hang so loose,— but nothing is better for it than a little Aurum Potabile.  Lad. 
This fellow is strangely impertinent.  Land. 
Besides, do I deserve nothing for my honesty for concealing you? I knew you well enough.  Lad. 
I doubt Landlord, if you had, my head had not stuck fast upon my shoulders.  Land. 
It may be Sir, if I had been put to a great straight indeed, I might have borrowed a little money upon your Nose, or so—  Lad 
Rid me Theodore of this fellow, and give him a hundred Dollars.  Land. 
Thank your Mijesty.  Enter one of the Guard who whispers Colimsky. Col. 
Sir, the Grand Marshal and the other Lords desire to have admission to your Majesty t' implore your Grace and pardon. to the King.  Lad. 
Bring them in.  Enter Guard with Ossolinsky, Cassonofsky, and Lubomirsky as prisoners. Osso. Casso. 
Heaven Crown your Majesty with a long and happy Reign.  Jul. 
Oh my good Lords; what ha' you changed your tunes?  
But you poor men sung but the Cardinals Notes:  
My Lord, forgive'um. Thou malicious Count  
That wouldst have murdered me in my Tent to day  
And mixed my blood with my great Father's ashes,  
Know slave, some of my Guards should strike thee dead,  
But that thy very baseness saves thy head.  
Who merits my revenge and hate, must prove  
As brave and great, as he who gains my love.  
I pardon thee, retire out of my sight—  
And now go home, repent thy crimes and see  
If heaven will be generous like me.  Lad. 
My Lords, you have your pardons; your Lives and Fortunes we shall not touch, your Offices and Governments we must bestow on men of better maxims: Count Colimsky, the Batton of Grand Marshal we confer on you: Their Governments and Palatinates we shall consider of.  Paul. 
I'll beg a command of the King for you, good Count Alexey.  Alex. 
No Madam, I'll serve none but your Highness; let me but live in your favour, 'tis all the glory I am ambitious of.  Casso. 
Now will I go home and hang one half of my Slaves, starve the other; kick my wife out o'doors, be drunk nine and fifty hours together, breed a mutiny at home, and a Rebellion in the Kingdom; and at last lose my head for my pains, and there's an end of good Count Cassonofsky.  Lad. 
Now let us all go visit my brave friend.  Enter a Gentleman Gentle. 
Great Sir, I now came from him, his wound is searched, and is found not so dangerous as first was feared; at his return to sense, he seemed amazed, as having lost all memory, how he came wounded so, nor was he concerned, but only enquired about the Queen's health.  Lad. 
Brave friend!  Jul. 
The Count was ever generous.  Om. 
Lights for the King and Queen.  Lad. 
Thus do our Fortunes lead us blindly on,  
And to be happy we are first undone;  
And thus the mighty storms have all combined,  
To cast thee on the shore which I designed.  
And now I'm blessed with happiness above,  
My own ambition with a Crown and Love.   
FINIS.   

The EPILOGUE spoken by Paulina, and Landlord.  Land. 
NOw Gentlemen, a word.  Paul. 
How now, you Lout,  
What are you speaking?  Land. 
Now thoust put me out,  
I know not what it was.  Paul. 
Oh, I can tell!  
The Epilogue; yet it becomes you well,  
You Gentlemen! and why I pray to them,  
What do the Ladies merit no esteem?  
Good Sirs! I know not whether 'tis your due,  
But Poets still direct themselves to you:  turning to the Audience. 
Don't the Foppes know in this and every age,  
'Tis beauty rules the World, much more the Stage.  
When you ha' done your best, the Seribling Clowns  
Lie at the mercy of the Lady's frowns:  
And not a Critic of you all but knows,  
No repartees are half so sharp as those.  Land. 
Why prithee, 'twas the women wits I meant,  
'Tis not the men I'm sure that pay my Rent;  
For they are grown so Hect'ring now adays  
They kick my Customers, and damn their Plays,  
That I am ruined by your Critic Blades;  
What d'ee think I keep Fiddlers, Men, and Maids  
For nothing? and besides that dreadful charge,  
I'm building a new house that's brave and large;  
If you're so curious as you've been before,  
I must e'en lay the Key under the Door.  Paul. 
Prithee ha' done?  Land. 
No Sir, I've more to say  
Then if the liquour I ha' broached to day  
Be good, commend it, but if it be dull,  
I'faith e'en da●m, and ramm your belly full.  Paul. 
Away rude Fool! fair English Diett then,  
Senate of Ladies, lower House of Men,  
I bumbly pray decree before you go  
If Marriage like mine be right or no,  
At least resolve in pity of my pain,  
To sit to morrow on the same again.  
FINIS.