PANDION and AMPHIGENIA Or The History of the Coy Lady Adorned with Sculpture,  
London Printed for Richard Milles.    

PANDION AND AMPHIGENIA: OR, THE HISTORY OF THE Coy Lady OF THESSALIA Adorned with Sculptures. By J. CROWN.  
LONDON, Printed by I. G. for R. Mills, at the sign of the pestle and Mortar without Temple-Barr, Anno, 1665.   

To the Right Honourable ARTHUR Lord Viscount CHICHESTER, Earl of DONEGAL, And one of His Majesty's most Honourable Privy Council for the Kingdom of Ireland.  
My Lord,  
THis poor Offspring of my vacant hours, having slept awhile in the shades of obscurity and silence, I knew not when it might better walk abroad, and take the Air of popular censure, than in the Sunshine of your Lordship Patronage. I am very sensible of the meanness of the Subject (being wholly fictitious) and the poverty of its dress; and none can think more contemptibly of it than myself: I was scarce twenty years of Age when I fancied it, and therefore it must needs want those masculine conceits as do violence to men's understandings. I am not ignorant that things of this nature are only to ease and supple a Brain that hath long been in the Rack of severer Studies: and I am afraid this will hardly be preferred to so noble a use, since a lofty Intellect that hath been Airing its Wings in clear and sublime Meditations, will hardly stoop to Bath in the puddle of these low and sordid Fancies. If throughout the whole Utopia, there be an expression, or a person whose Character or Passion may deserve a transient glance from your eye, it hath commenced a degree of Honour above my expectations. And I shall esteem myself highly and generously rewarded, if I may hereby in any degree merit the title of,  
My Lord, Your Lordship's most humble, and most obedient servant, John Crown.   

To the Reader.  
IT was on a day, that as Time road by in the Chariot of the Sun, I resolved to go in Pilgrimage to Parnassus; and borrowing some few idle hours of that old bald-pated Usurer to bear my expenses, I woven me a Hermit's Gown of Opportunities for clock, and took for a Staff a Sunbeam, and so accoutred I went to do my devoir to the nine Patronesses of Poesy. Where after a long and tedious peregrination I arrived; but no sooner arrived than I beheld to my astonishment, the Widowed channel that once had embraced the Castalian Springs sweet off spring, destitute of its murmuring society, and of the delight it once took in its moist kisses, and prostitute to a new black complexioned Lover; the bubbling womb whence that progeny was extracted, being turned to a Grave, where Oblivion lay entombed; that treasury of liquid Pearls that used of yore to enrich old Poet's Brains, wherewith they so oft bespangled their Poems, being quite exhausted. Some said it was thence conveyed into little Cisterns, and so conducted through slender pipes into a vast Conduit. Others said the thirsty throats of Lovers, parched with Beauty's Rays had swilled it up. I as an impartial Judge imputed it to both. Next I looked round to see if I could espy the Muses; but Time it seemed had long ago ravished those sweet Virgins from that solitary place. Some said they were dead and Coffined up in Poets Souls. Others said, they served as Handmaids to fond Lovers Paramours. I as an uninteressed Umpire imputed it to neither, but judged they were fled to heaven to renew their Bankrupted stores. Thus grieved to see my journey frustrate, I resolved however to Banquet my eyes with the sight of that forked mountain, that once had been the pleasant Throne where the nine Virgin Queens were wont to sit, Crowned with Laurel, on a green Carpet wrought with Fore's embroidery, tuning their enchanting Lays to Echoes resounding Accents; but turning to behold it, I saw nothing but the Plain whose shoulders had once born that huge pile of earth; when struck into a transport with admiration at this monstrous product of Time, I was told by the standers by, that some Modern Giants of w●t had born it thence, intending to scal Heaven, and plunder it of its choicest rarities, wherewith to fill the heavenly Coffers of their minds. These words were as an alarm to my murmuring thoughts, which now began to mutiny against my repose; whom whilst I strove to appease, I heard from a confused Mass of Rocks and Stones, the most soul-entrancing-melody that ever was begotten of the Airs fluid womb; such as would have compelled a Stoic to sleep his mind in those soft pleasures, whose every tone sounded like a Diapason, and all its accents like the very relishes and closes of that heavenly Music, Angels and beatified souls compose, when in their Silver Bowers, they join in Consort, and make the Arches of that Empyreal Orb resound the Eulogies they sing in praise of their immortal solace. No sooner were these Airs conveyed into the Labyrinth of my ear, but I felt myself confounded with sudden ravishment; when demanding of the Auditory, whether Melody itself lay interred under that Chaos? Reply was made, that they were only some few Relics of those ravishing strains Apollo used to charm souls withal, when playing on his Viol he made the Air dance her rarest measures, in thousands of sweet forms, after his nimbly quavering fingers, whose melody made the very senseless stones become Epicures, who loathe to part with their delight, hoarded up its Silver sound in their obdurate, treasuries. Scarce had my mind lent attendance to the cadence of their speech, ere I was snatched I knew not how, I knew not whither. Whilst I lay ecstasied with this harmony, I saw in a Vision, a young Muse in tattered habit, holding in her hand the portraiture of a man, drawn by the Pencil of Nature so tightly, that it seemed the perfect Character of a Divine Idea, for no humane fancy could devise such an excellent draught. His looks were the Ensigns of some eminence in him, more than humane; so that he seemed the Epitome of the whole world's excellencies: The Princely Air of his countenance seeming as a refracting medium of the beams of an illustrious Soul; that he almost confirmed in me, that before doubted Platonism, That Angels are united to bodies. As I was feeding my admiration with this admirable sight, I heard a voice proclaim in my ears, Copy out this representation. Fain would I have made my own inability the excuse of my neglect, and made answer, that such superlative excellencies did transcend my comprehension, much more my expressions; and that it sufficed that they were their own blazons, since none could sufficiently emblazon them; and as for me, I would imitate the adorers of the Sun, not being able to encircle his head in a Laurel Crown, I'd sacrifice some few Poetic Flowers to his praise. These thoughts restored my revolted senses to their Offices, when no sooner awaked, and that I had taken acquaintance with myself, but I saw the Muse that appeared to me in my Vision, who came running to me, and presently Midwived some conceits, that my Brain was then in travail withal; which when born she wrapped up in some scattered plumes that the Muses had left behind them, and so presented it to the Nursery of wits the Press; which (Reader) here I devote unto thee. Who if thou be'st one of those whose squeamish stomaches nauseat every thing, but what's of their own dressing, I shall not wonder if thou canst not empanch this illdrest-garbage, since the rarities of a more curious fancy, Cooked by a cleanlier Muse, offend thy palate. Doubtless Brains is the best sauce for this sort of dishes, but Necessity is the best Apology. Want and sordidness are like Aeneas and Achates inseparable coitinerants. As her youth may easily excuse her want of skill to wove a fine-spun-webb wherein to array her Progeny. She is not yet emancipata, and therefore no wonder if not so sinewy, vigorous and sprightly, as those that have arrived to the third or fourth climacterical. The way then for thee to banquet thy own Genius, is not to feed on these jejune weak conceits, but rather on some more polite, accurate piece of thy own composing, whose excellency may be set off by the foil of my deficiency; for so men augment the Sun's refulgency, by comparing them with the gloomy shades. Again, if thou be'st one, who settest up these few Pictures of my fancies confused Ideas, in the Gallery of thy thoughts, thinking to adorn it, with the acquaint allusions, acute Criticisms, highflown raptures, and big-swollen words, that may be expected to fall from a Pen that endeavours to limn out the portraiture of Virtue; let me anticipate that wonder, a rational conjecture tells me an unexpected delusion will create in thee, by telling thee before hand, this Cabinet encloses no such treasure. I cannot tell which I was most unhappy in, in my perambulation, whether to forget to pass through France, and there to have adapted my tongue and pen to the moding compliments wherewith that Ceremonious Nation so neatly give the lie to themselves; or else that during my abode in Thessaly, I could not procure some of the golden Fleece, which Jason with the Argonauts brought from Colchis, of which to have spun my Muse a glistering Vesture. I must confess, ambitious I was to strut it with the most boisterous and Alla-mode Roisters of our times, and therefore sent my Wits a Woolgathering, to see if they could pick up some locks of it, and that's the reason they come home so ragged. Some though they live in the frozen Zone of a Plebeian stupidity, will yet apparel their minds in fustian, which sure is the reason they Cough and spit out such Phlegmatic conceits; which oysterlike dotes, they will (in despite of any) fancy to enshrine the richest Pearls. To bolster up a crooked invention with fungous words, and putrid phrases (methinks) makes the deformity more apparent. Volumes filled with such empty inflations, inherit the Office of a football. As I ever hated such barbarisms, so I never delighted in complimental falsities: and as I am a stranger to Silken language, so neither am I familiar with the expressions most in Vogue. My endeavours have been rather to delineate humours and affections, than to affect humorous delineations. Or again, if thou be'st a Lover, I marvel not if thou esteemest this Poem relishless, if thy eye dazzled with the Rays of Beauty, can see no lustre in this shady representation of that Passion: for there wants that pure Vestal fire, that should devout my thoughts, and distil my notions into a quintessence.  
Or lastly, to be brief, if thou be'st some Antic Mimic, that turning over th●se Pages, dost scoff and deride, probably not with so good reason, as if every leaf were a Looking-glass, I despise thy severest censures, and value not though thou make this little offspring of my Invention a Martyr to thy Moroseness; as I used my liberty in fancying, so do thou in approving or condemning.  
To the benign Reader then do I principally dedicate these droppings of my Pen; who as his clear-eyed judgement will discern this Fiction to be an Hospital of lame conceits, so his judicious candour will serve as a crutch to obscure their haltings. If he meeteth not here with the most exquisite illustrations, let him consider this is but the first essay. Natura non facit saltum. None but Angels and pure spirits stripped from all union with matter work instantaneously, or derive their notions from infused Species. Besides, had I such a vast big-bellied Fancy, that the very boundaries of Nature would seem too streight-laced for it, yet whilst caged within the Universe, it must not think to flutter out of the state of imperfection. Perfection is the array reserved for Souls that have shaked of their clayie mantle. However, as all that is here is mean, so all is Genuine; nothing stole, nothing strained. As my Muse is none of the rare Phoenixes of our Age, who seem to arise out of the spicy nest of Invention, from whence they perfume the world with odours more fragrant than those wherein the Arabian Nun expires; so neither is she any of those dung-bread Scarabies, generated of the putrefaction of some dead Muse, whose works are only glimmering lights, lightened at the Torches of some deceased Poets, as Paper Urns that contained nothing but his Ashes. In fine, she is no Jay tricked up in others feathers, nor Popinjay to parrot others Wit: So I shall conclude with a verse of sweet-tongued Draytons, 
Like me that list, my honest Prose and Rhymes  
Nor care for Critic, nor Censorious times.    

PANDION AND AMPHIGENIA.  
NO sooner were Nights Sable Curtains drawn, and Aurora had opened her Rosy Courts, but fair Cleodora arose, and dispossessed her downy Bed of those perfections, which that Night had been a treasure of: And looking forth out of the window, to see whether the season would permit her her usual Custom, which was early (while others were fettered with Morpheus his Chains, and wrapped in Sleeps care-charming Mantle) to walk forth, sometimes into the Gardens, sometimes into the open Fields, and then into the shady Groves, feeding her mournful meditations with those objects, which in others would breed delight; and seeing each thing by displaying its beauty to invite her among them; the Heavens painted with a Vermilion dye; the Rosy morn having flung herself among the Clouds, as if on purpose to gaze on so sweet an object; the sky intermixed with azure streaks, as endeavouring to imitate her Veins; the winged Choristers chirping in each Tree their melodious Anthems, as in praise of so many excellencies united in perfection, and the odoriferous Flowers perfuming the Air, with fragrant odours, as if they strove to exceed the sweetness of her breath; she slipped on her morning habit, and walked out to betake herself to her accustomed Soliloquies, and entertain her mind with those thoughts, that made her frequent unfrequented places, accounting them her most delicious recreations; at first the abundance of delight, for a while overwhelmed her Melancholic passions, but recovering herself, she thus began to complain, What fatal Star is this whose Pestilential influence doth afflict me with succedaneous sorrows, and makes me daily fill the air with Complaints, as if my soul were griefs Exchequer? Misery and despair hath arrested all my powers, that all my words and thoughts are steeped in brine sorrows, and not a part of me, but is forced to bear a part in this Consort, to make a horrid harmony in woe. My tongue, the Organ of my soul, blown by the sighing Bellows of my heart, never ceaseth its mournful tones, whilst the tears flow in such unmeasurable measure, from the floodgates of my Eyes, as if my very Soul would be disfused out of those perpetual streaming sluices. Not a thought but is sacrificed to him, on the Altar of a constant mind. And that that confounds me with endless woe, and makes my woes endlessly profound, is not only an utter despair of ever being blest with the fruition of him (which alone were able to kill a lipsick Lover, who with acquaint Rhetorications can paint his Mistress face, and curl her hair with better art than she herself, and think her tears love philters, each sentence a heart-charming Exorcism, and every frown to dart a death) but that my affections should be insnated by one, for fading skin-thick beauty, whose worth and valour, and all that might render him excellent, I am wholly ignorant of. But Ah! my Soul, how darest thou entertain a dishonourable thought of one, by externals, Natures Minion, and thy darling? would Nature have Compiled so beautiful a fabric, to be a receptacle for a deformed soul? Certainly she would not have made such a Cabinet, but to place a Jewel in it, and that of no mean value neither; do we not see how she hath framed the heavenly Orbs, of a more pure quintessential nature, than these course-grained Elementary bodies, set with glistering spangles, garnished with millions of golden Scutcheons, and all to be a fit Pavilion for the Sun, the world's great General? And what is this dull blockish earth, but for blind Moles, Dens of wild Beasts, graves of dead putrisying Corpse, and at best for man to tread on? and as for Trees, Plants, and Flowers, do we not see how they not enduring to be imprisoned within its bowels, break forth, striving to ascend, and leave it; but that the Earth as loath to part with them, fetters them by the roots; And wherefore hath she made this Microsm, Man, the Epitome and total sum of all the world's Excellencies, but that it may befit to contain such an Angelical Soul? And will she now be so preposterous, as to make Pausanias excel all in beauty, but that he excels all in virtue? But what's all this to me? I do but Tantalise myself with these fond thoughts, since cruel Fortune separates me from him.  
Thus she walked, regardless whither she went, until she was surprised with a glimmering light, appearing through the leaves and boughs; the suddenness whereof silenced her incomposed thoughts, so that now she be took herself to see, what should cause these twinkling sparks of light; and having gone some few paces forward, she came to a little Plain, at the foot of a Hill, where lay the Relics of a stately Edifice, as might plainly appear by the ruins of it, upon which there stood a Chapel defaced by Antiquity, so that it was rather venerable than beautiful, only the situation of it made it seem one of the sweetest places in the earth; near the Chapel, there was a Crystal Rivulet, whose curled streams ran softly along, murmuring that their Envious pursuers would crowd them thence so soon. And passing through a Grove she came to the Chapel, and entering into it, she espied a Lamp, and an Inkhorn and Paper lying upon a Table of Stone; she took the Paper, and looked into it, in which were written these Verses: 
Then must I live, and will none pity lend,  
By ending me, at once to put an end  
To these my pains and tears, which ne'er will cease  
Until by death my Soul obtains release?  
Then when (O Soul) wilt fly and leave these Chains,  
Wherewith this Body clogs thee, and these pains,  
These never ceasing pains, tormenting fires,  
Which daily burn, to feed some fond desires?  
But (Ah!) poor Soul, long since th' art fled and gone  
To her, 'twixt whom there's such an union,  
Made by affection, that although by death  
I should this body to the grave bequeath,  
Yet sooner can thyself dissolved be,  
And lose that knot of immortality,  
Which makes thy woes eternal, than be able,  
To lose that Union, which Love makes so stable.  
Passions are like the flame, which once being felt  
Within the breast, the Soul like Wax both melt;  
Th' Idea is th' Impression, which received,  
Of it the spirit ne'er can be bereaved.  
What then if thou above the Clouds wert fled,  
And left this clayie body, pale as Led,  
What wilt avail, if when thou dost divest  
Thyself of it, thou canst not be at rest?  
Though left this Prison, if these passions fly,  
And still bereave thee of thy liberty?  
If when this body's burnt, and in an Urn,  
Yet then with greater endless fires dost burn?  
Only this hope remains, that though they may  
Ascend great Natures dictates to obey;  
When thou their flaming Centre dost attain,  
They with that fiery Element will remain.  
Mean while to all vain pleasures bid farewell,  
Since thouart exiled from her that doth excel  
What Earth's vast Womb, or Heaven's influence,  
Did ere produce, all other excellence  
Is but an Empty name, if not in her,  
She is the substance, others shadows are;  
They're wise, fair, virtuous, if like her, for she  
Is Wit and Beauty, patience, chastity.  
Then since by cruel fates, we parted are,  
Henceforth I will be wedded to despair.   
She read the Verses, and her own Experience made her to pity the Author, so that more out of Compassion than desert, she commended them; considering also they were the lines of one submerst in sorrows, and therefore unable to soar aloft, on the wings of an airy fancy. And having paused a while, she heard a sigh accompanied with a silent, but a deep-fetched groan, which was echoed back by another from her, being moved thereto by the thoughts of her own hard fortune, which thoughts made her the more to pity him, whose condition so nearly resembled hers, insomuch that a Pearl-like tear was ready to distil from her Eyes; but her curiosity putting her upon a farther inquiry, she took the Lamp, and went to the place whence the air conveyed those sad accents to her ears. The first Species that presented itself to her view, was one in black upon a bed, and seeing him possessed with Sleep, Death's image, together with his pale looks, sorrows continual concomitant, she almost thought he was a Carcase, not a man, but that she remembered she heard him sigh. About his wrist was a Bracelet of Hair, in which were wrought in Letters of Gold these verses,  

Though cruel fortune makes us part,  
Yet you remain within my Heart,  
FLORINDA.   
With her looking upon the Bracelet, by the dazzling Lamp, she waked him, which she perceiving, Pity, a quality inseparable from the best Natures, made her thus address her speech to him; Sir, whoever you are, that thus separate yourself from the World, by being Cloistered within these doleful walls, let not a too passionate sorrow prevail over all the faculties of your Soul, and Reason itself, which ought to be the helm whereby we steer our course through the fluctuating billows of sorrow. Take advice of one, who though a stranger to you, yet not to these passions wherewith I perceive you burn; do not lavish out yourself in a spontaneous grief, lest your tears prove Omens, and presage a greater evil. Tears are too brackish to quench, and Sighs are but wind, and more apt to excite than extinguish these flames; therefore leave this retiredness, and who knows but Florinda may be yours, although hitherto some Sinister frowns of Fortune hath blasted your proceedings, which continually attend those who by Virtue aspire to Honour and Happiness.— Periander's spirits (for such was his name) receiving so sweet an alarm, uttered in such a compassionate manner, as made it plainly evident, her own passions bred that sympathy, made him think she was some tutelary Angel sent from Heaven out of pity to direct him; and as if the very name of Florinda had as it were by a prophetic Enthusiasm thus derived to him, breathed new life into him, he roused up his senses, and with a trembling, and as it were dying voice uttered this reply; Who is it that thus by endeavours cruelly merciful, rips up my wounds, fond thinking thereby to cure them? Is that the way to ease a grief-burthened soul, to deny all ease? sure the most Flagitious Villain the Earth bears, whom the World abhors for his improbous actions, may not be denied a leave to mourn; The most inhuman Tyrants that ever plagued the world with their horrid immanity, when they strove to make a dying soul survive with cruciating pain, would suffer them to bewail their State; souls laden with Woe, though ballasted with Hope, will sink under Fortune's stormy frowns, unless they pump out those griefs that threaten destruction. But ah! my heart is tossed with the surges of despair, and charged with overwhelming sorrows, which unless I seek to disburden, will augment to my unrecoverable ruin. And what though I should abandon all Corroding Passions, would that repair my irreparable State? would that regain Florinda? Oh what more vain than such deluding thoughts? Heaven justly thinks me unworthy of so much Bliss, and therefore interdicts me its enjoyment. Oh, if there be any sparks of pity yet remaining, either put a period to my miseries, by ending my life, that I may no longer contemplate in myself a spectacle of woe, or else remove this light, that so no Object may be presented to my eyes, that may divert my mind from the thoughts of despair, and leave this pensive place to me alone, being fit for none but those devoted to misery, that so I may take my fill of sorrow, since nothing without Florinda, will give me contentment, but that wherein there is no content. And with that he fetched a deep sigh from the Heart, which intimated where the distemper lay, which Cleodora hearing, she was at first perplexed in her mind, not knowing what course to steer; one while she despaired of ever framing consolation able to appease such vehement sorrow, and therefore according to his desire thought to leave him a prey to his passions; but then compassion would utterly forbid that; at length the natural desire that is iucident to all humane spirits of knowing others afflictions, with the hope of giving some ease by her advise added, caused her thus to break silence; Sir (said she) though the black clouds of Despair have so overspread your Soul, as that there is not the least ray or glimpse of hope, whose bright aspect might revive you, yet let it not cause you to degenerate from Virtue, which makes the possessor inflexible under all adversity, like the rock that remains unmoved, though assaulted with the impetuous rage of the hoisterous Winds and roaring surges of the troubled Sea. He in whose rich Soul Virtue hath once taken up her residence, hath always a Haltion serenity within, whatever the tempestuous changes and chances of Fortune may be without; such a one is placed in the mids of the variety of Vicissitudes, as the Centre in a Globe, which remains fixed, notwithstanding all the Gyrations and successive Changes of posture in its adjacent parts. Hence Virtue to a wise man is not only as a lofty mountain, on which he may overtop the misty region where Fortune minteth and Contrives her various accidents, but as wings, that transport his Spirit above the Stars, by which means he overrules, controls, and bridles them at his pleasure, and hath a greater influence on his own felicity, than all the Constellations in the Heavens. And though there are none have a Charter of Exemption from the enmities of cross mischances, yet can they not infringe a wise man's happiness, since it depends not either on Fortune's inconstant smiles, or the uncertain dispositions of men, but on the constant and certain exercise of Virtue, which sad misfortunes can no more impede, than the air can oppose the lights penetration. Virtue will shine through the thickest clouds of adversity, nay, its lustre will then most appear; that rust which with too much ease is apt to contract, is scoured off by the filing of adverse fortune, like the fire that lies hid in the bosom of a slint, content with its own warmth, and never ventures forth out of its rocky dwelling, nor appeareth to the view of others, unless roused by the Steels rude knocks. Hence Calamities should be the exercise, not the overthrow of Virtue, and therefore to be overcome with every infelicity argues rather too much of a Feminine Spirit, whom Nature hath not indulged with that Heroical power of self-Conquest, which is indeed the greatest victory. Therefore forsake any other retiredness than that into your own virtue, where you may Sanctuary yourself against Fortune's assaults, and impart a relation of your condition, and who knows but these black lines of adversity may tend to a centre of happiness, which if my Fortunes can in any measure avail to produce, assure yourself you shall not be more ready to desire or command, than I shall be to obey, in what I may have the happiness to serve you.  
These words were as water cast upon those flames of Love, but as wind to those sparks of Honour that lay buried in the ashes of sorrow, which it kindled to such a dame, that Honour got the victory over Love, and rendered his reason triumphant, which Cleodora conjectured by a Crimson blush that overspread Periander's face, and dispossessed sorrows pale symptoms. At length Periander returned her this reply. Madam, (said he) your Expressions speak you no less rich in Virtue than Beauty, my grief must have pressed me a degree beneath humanity, if such weighty reasons couched under such Eloquence could not have counterpoised it. I should be more savage than the Beasts that Orpheus charmed into civility, should I remain inexorable to the entreaties of so sweet an Orator, whose perfections are such, that I cannot but account it as great a glory to obey you, as it would make me sensible of shame to refuse any thing you should command, though it were to sacrifice my life and honour, which are the only Jewels I ever prized in my prosperity, and which is all that Fortune hath left to my disposal in my adversity. Therefore though it be to rip up my wounds and make them bleed afresh, to acquaint you with my story, which cannot be done without recollecting those thoughts, which are as the source of all perplexing agonies, yet because it is in obedience to your command, I shall not refuse. Know you then in the City of Corinth, there dwelled a Nobleman, by name Eleutherius, who as he was equal to any, both for descent, being derived of an ancient and honourable Family, as also for Wisdom and Valour, so he did excel all in the place where he lived for liberality; He was both magnificently expensive in his gifts and presents, to those whom Birth and Fortune had made his equals and superiors, and almost prodigally liberal, in his supplying the necessities too of his inferiors, and in neither exceeding the bounds of mediocrity. But especially when public occasions required it, he was a Precedent to all, admired at by most, and envied at by some, whose malice, though it made them repine and carp at his actions, yet it could not stir the spirits of others any farther than to retort those malicious detractings with the greater disgrace upon themselves, so that the calumniating darts which they with such peevish violence cast, thinking to wound his Honour, flew back with the greater reproach upon themselves. Now as Corinth did reap the fruits of Eleutherius his magnificence, so the City did repay him with respect and honour; And as Fortune had heaped such favours upon him as made him seem her darling, so Heavens blest him with a Son and a Daughter, whose incomparable excellencies were such, that as their Parents were an Honour to them, so they were to their Parents, and both were happy in each other. But especially such was the ravishing beauty of Florinda, as that it did attract the eyes and hearts of all; All her Virtues, and Graces, and Deportments, were as so many nets to enthral each beholder. Among the rest, it was my unhappy fortune at a feast, to view that beauty, which had captivated so many; As soon as ever she came, I felt myself so strangely transported, as if my soul had been snatched on't of my eyes, the sparkling glances that came from her eyes were as so many Charms that enchanted me into a passionate Fever. The changing my colour sufficiently discovered the convulsions of my mind, one while blushing, seating lest my stolen views should betray my distemper, and then despairing thoughts would cause a paleness to overspread my countenance. Thus I continued one while blaming my eyes for giving entrance to those desires that had wholly stolen away my heart, than my mind for entertaining those thoughts which fed those desires, and caused that torment. No delights could give me contentment, whilst that delightful object was present. A faint qualm made me nauseat the rarities which were provided, only my eyes fed upon Florinda's rare perfections, which the more they fed, the more I pined, and remained the less satisfied; and those melodious Consorts of Music made the greater discord in those passions, which had so furiously agitated my spirits, and at the best bred a melancholy, which as fuel did but foment the flames. The variety of company did but abridge the freedom of conversing with my thoughts.  
Periander and Florinda pag 16.  
Thus for a while, not being able to part, we tarried, but then not being able to tarry, we parted. The Bracelet I took up, and with a thousand kisses tied it about my arm, and with it home I went, where I took what I thought convenient, and departed; and riding along, happening upon this place, where you find me, I entered into it, and seeing it agreeable to my condition, and with a mournful silence to sympathise with me, here I resolved to spend the residue of my days.  
And thus you have my story, wherein I see no other crime I have committed, either to merit the King's heavy sentence, or your censure, than this ardent affection, which may seem to relish of too much levity; but that may easily be connived at by them, who are acquainted with the extremities wherewith they are transported, who are touched with these passions that animate my sorrows. Cleodora having all this while heard his relation with as much compassion as attention, and remembering her words, wherein she promised to assist him what she could, having acquainted him who she was, counselled him to accept of an Invitation to her Father's Palace, there to remain till Fortune should smile upon him, or el●e to betake himself to feats of Arms, and thereby recover both his Honour and his Love. Periander having not much time to poise her words, yet seeing such weighty arguments as Love and Honour at the end, it could not but sink deep into him, and sway his judgement to the latter, to which he resolved, and acquainting her with his resolution they parted, she to her home, and he to his fortune's.  
By this time Sols resplendent Rays had exhaled the Crystal drops of dew, that hang like iiquid Pearls on the Grass tops, and ratified them into an Aereal substance, when as Cleodora arriving at the Palace, retired herself to her Chamber, where we leave her to her sweet contemplations, and return to Periander to acquaint you with his Adventures, who had not traveled far, musing upon his past happy condition, and present misfortune, but his thoughts were interrupted with a sudden voice, which was not more sudden than astonishing, and the more astonishing, because uttered in such a manner, and that in these words. Oh! barbarous Villains, can such Treachery, and Cowardice, and Cruelty harbour in the hearts of any, but those that have renounced humanity? Periander hearing this, puts Spurs to his Horse, and as if he had rode upon winged Pegasus, he in an in●●ant came to the place, where he beheld at once a spectacle of pity and revenge, a young Knight beset with four armed men, threatening him with the cruelest of death, both in words and looks. His youth, beauty and valour would have moved any that had the least spark of true nobleness in them to revenge his quarrel, against those villains who discovered the horrid impiety of their minds by their deformed aspects, but especially his condition, for though he had almost slain one, and dangerously wounded the rest, yet through loss of blood began to faiut, and ready to yield himself a prisoner unto death, less cruel than his enemies (as appeared by his pale looks, which had no other redness, than what they received from his own and enemy's blood.) Which sight did so animate Periander's courage, as that with a Lion-like fury, he flew upon the first, and sheathed his sword in his bowels, but ere he could recover his weapon he was wounded in the shoulder by another, which Periander feeling, it so increased the flames of his fury within him, as that it flew in sparks from his Eyes, & enraged he fell upon him, never ceasing till he had separated his murderous Soul from his body, & made both him and the other the Trophies of his Valour. Periander leaving them weltering in their gore, turned to Athalus, for so was the young Knight named, thinking to revive his dying Spirits, and to acquaint him with the death of his enemies. But Athalus that before was fainting and swooning (and even at the confines of death) with the presence of this strange Knight began to revive, as if he had received life from him, as well as owed his life to him, after millions of thanks returned, desired him to accompany him to his Castle, which was not far distant from them, so that Periander accerting of the invitation, they in a short time there arrived, which for its magnificence might more properly be termed a Palace, being environed with a Wall of Stone, whose height enviously seemed to hinder them from beholding the Fabric it did encompass. The Pillars on which the Gate was hung, were made of purest Marble, on the top of which were engraven Gilded Griffons, whose Wings spread with the shutting, and closed with its opening, by the means of a secret Engine, as if they had been endued with life, When they were entered in, they came into a stately Court, paved with chequered Marble; through which they passed into a second, far surpassing the former, in which there stood a T●w●●, embraced with wanton Ivy, spread with fragrant ●●●lantine, entrailed with Roses, and supported with Pillars resembling Atlas. The Arched Roof was decked with Flowers, Arbours and Groves; underneath there were engraven the Nine Muses, each holding a melodious Instrument in her hand, wherein the Artificer seemed to excel himself, for underneath the Pavement there was a secret bubbling Spring, whose Streams were through Pipes conveyed to each Statue, so that at the turning of a Silver Cock, as if they had been inspired with life from Heaven, like Prometheus' Image, all the Instruments would sound with such melodious consent and harmony, as charmed Periander into an ecstasy of admiration, so that with what he saw and heard, he imagined himself in a Paradise, where the more he admired, the more he desired to stay, to satisfy his Curiosity, and yet the longer he stayed, the more his admiration was augmented. But Athalus faintness would not permit any long delay, so that into the Castle they went, where the spacious Rooms were hung with Arras, Tapestry, and Cloth of Tissue, & adorned with lively Pictures.  
After Athalus had taken some repose, and repaired the bloody breaches the late battery had made, Periander entreated him to relate the occasion of the quarrel, at whose request Athalus thus began: Sir (said he) the obligements I have received from you are of so high a nature, that I cannot but acknowledge them above requital, there being nothing of an equal worth with Life, which I must acknowledge, I have received from your Valour; and therefore I cannot but account your desires as Commands, and my disobedience to them as Rebellion against the Laws of Nature; therefore to satisfy them, know, that in the Lordship of Parrhasia, where I dwell, there lives a young Nobleman, Son to the Lord of the place, called Plivio, in whose friendship, I was once as happy, as now unhappy in his hatred. Bred up we were together, and as our stature▪ so our affection increased. Youth is tender, and readily receives the impressions of education; but though it easily receives them, yet it difficultly p●rts with them, so it was with us; that affection which was ingraffed when we were young, grew and increased, until our mature Age; insomuch that once we thought, the Stars should sooner have fell from Heaven, and sunk into the Ocean, there to have extinct their light, Stones ascend and supply their places, the Sun rise in the West, and the order wherein Nature hath placed all things be perverted, than our love dissolved; but as love conjoined us, so love parted us; for happening once to espy A●ritesia and Matilda, the two beautiful daughters of Pirotes, walking, dallying and discoursing in the Fields, our affections were captivated with their Beauty, he with Arritesia the elder, I with Matilda; fain we would have concealed our passions, but Love will not be hid, its nature is such that it is most revealed, when most concealed, for sometimes we must be commending one, and then the other; one while Arritesia was judged most beautiful, and then Maltida would seem to carry it with the greater grace; one while we compared them both together, and then singling out a Feature, as if that had surpassed the rest in excellence, but then a second seemed to excel that, & a third exceeding them both. In fine, Plivio was so deeply entangled with Arritesia, as not being able to conquer it, he discovered it in frequent sighs, and heart-betraying looks; often would he extol Matilda, but then when he spoke of Arritesia, he would accent every sentence with a sigh; which I perceiving, thinking to please him, would answer all his commendations with compliance, and when he sighed, I could not but sigh too, he out of affection to her, and I out of cordial love to him, but still he misconstrued all, and there wherein I thought I most pleased him, I most offended him, he interpreting all I did to him, was done to her, so that though his love to me was not presently converted to raging jealousy, yet it soon begot suspicion, which is jealousy in its infancy, which I assoon perceived, by the constant watch his eyes kept. Home we returned to try what success Fortune would crown our loves withal; but as if the Sta●s had conspired at once to cross our affections and our happiness together, Matilda had placed her delight in Plivio, and Arritesia, the object of Plivios' delight, was pleased to esteem of me, far above my deserts, and above Plivio; so that this was the spring and source of all our future unhappiness; for Plivio's jealousy by this was daily augmented, and begot hatred, and hatred made him put the worst construction upon each thing I said or did. He took my visits to Matilda; to be only pretences, thereby the more securely to rob him of Arritesia, and the cold entertainment, and slights he received of her, to proceed from thence (which latter was truth) though I was both innocent and ignorant. All my vows and protestations wherewith I laboured to clear myself, did but the more confirm him in his opinion, so that as our love increased, our love diminished. " Beauty is like the Sun, whose Beams darting upon a fire, extinguishes it; so its rays piercing the soul, enkindles the flames of love, and with their heat, expels all other fires." For as the heat of his own affection to Arritesia daily did augment, so it caused the flames of our former Friendship to languish. At length unfortunately it happened that we both met at once at Pirotes his house. As soon as ever we saw each other, anger and jealousy made our blood so boil within us, as our passions were ready to overflow the banks of civility, and make us commit an Act of the highest rudeness, to quarrel in our Mistress' presence, which I fea●ing, (and also to avoid a future quarrel,) parted from them; But Plivio who all this while viewed how Arritesia had fixed her eyes upon me, as also how affectionately she desired my stay, not being able to contain himself, followed me, and as I was mounting my Horse, made me this challenge; Athalu● (said he) now thy base unworthiness and unfaithfulness to thy friend is apparent, which hitherto thou hast masked with hypocritical pretensions to Friendship; Falsely with oaths making me believe that which thy actions contradict; therefore know, such injurious affronts, I cannot but resent, neither canst thou make me any satisfaction, but by meeting me in the Field, which if thou hast either worth or valour in thee thou wilt not refuse,— So I told him, that for the accusations wherewith he charged me they were as false as dishonourable, and that I wore by my side wherewithal to give satisfaction to him, since nothing else could. And so accordingly we appointed the time, place and weapon; the plac● was where you found me bese●; Now which showed the least Worth, Valour, and Fidelity, I leave you to Judge.  
By that time Athalus had finished his story, night had covered the Hemisphere with her dusky Man●le, and all things look of an Aethiopian hue, when su●●er being ended, they all retired to their lodgings. Periander having spent some time with Athalus, his wounds being cured, he resolved to depart, whom Athalus after many fruitless endeavours for his stay, accompanied some miles of his way. Having traveled some distance from the Castle, riding through a wood, on the sudden they heard behind them a noise of Horses trampling, and men discoursing, th●t newly rushed from under the Trees, like men that had l●id in Ambush; and looking behind them, they saw a Troop of Horsemen armed with Lances and Spears, whom they took to be Huntsmen, as indeed they proved, but they were the prey they sought after; for they were as soon taken as overtaken, and no sooner overtaken but disarmed, and bound. Athalus and Periander amazed at this unexpected accident, demanded what they meant? they answered that they came to revenge the blood of their Friends whom they had murdered, and that nothing should satisfy them but their lives; which they had no sooner spoken, but one of them pierced Athalus body with a Spear, so that he fell down dead before them.  
Periander seeing this, wounded in his soul with heart-breaking grief, craved of them the freedom to perform his last obsequies to his friend. I crave not my life (said he) for that I scorn, now he is dead whom I prefer above it, I only beg this small request which humanity cannot deny. After many entreaties they granted. Periander perceiving his hands at liberty, suddenly snatched a Sword out of the Villains Scabbard that stood next, and therewithal presently procured a Lance, and then fiercely charging amongst them, killed two of them with one shock. The rest amazed with this sudden accident, thought there had been a mutiny, and were ready to oppose themselves against their enemies, but who they were they knew not, until they were informed by Periander's blows, who had no sooner made some understand who was their Antagonist but he put them past all understanding. At length the survivers animated with fury, revenge, and shame, unanimously assaulted him with such violence, that he no● being able to stand before such a torrent of fury, was retaken. Valour itself may be over-pressed with the weight of multitude. Now they resolve to execute upon him the most savage cruelty, their inhuman minds (full of revenge) could devise. Some counselled one thing, others another, all agreeing that he should die a horrid death, but all disagreeing in the manner of it: thus extremity of cruelty was for a while a stop to their cruelty. But as these barbarous Senators were thus sat in consultation, a Stag swiftly rushed through the Woods, which put them all into such a fright, that disburthening themselves of their Arms, they all fled, leaving their condemned Prisoner behind them, and happy was he that was swiftest.  
Thus guilt makes all things seem to menace danger, and like a false Medium represents every thing as in an armed posture, ready to bid defiance to the guilty.  
Periander seeing himself thus miraculously released, arms himself, and mounted, pursues his jailers, and those whom he could overtake he sent to the in●ernal prison, to answer for this their horrid barbarity. But long he could not stay to satisfy himself with the slaughter of his blood thirsty enemies, but he returned to pay his last debt to his friend, and to see whether the wound was wholly mortal or not; but when he found the cruel Spaer had thrust his Soul out of his Body, how did he fall down and embrace him, and kiss his pale cheeks! how did he sigh, as if with those sighs he could breathe new life into him! and groan, as if with those groans he could awake him out of his endless sleep! At length he was so overcome with grief, that he fell down senseless upon his more senseless friend. But he continued not long ere his spirits returned to the performance of their natural function, and he thus bewailed his condition. Hard hearted fate, (said he) that wouldst suffer such vile miscreants to dislodge so brave a Soul! what a spark of Honour hath this stream of Blood from his side extinguished? thus doth Fortune make me a mark to shoot her envenomed Arrows at, as if the separation from Florinda was not enough to torment we (with endless and unsupportable torture) but I must be robbed of my dear friend Athalus. Ah Athalus! can I sigh forth thy Death, and not my Soul expire with the cadence of that deadly word? better had it been for thee to have died before, courageously fight, when thy enemy's carcases would have been monuments of thy valour, than thus to be barbarously assassinated by inhuman Villains, more savage than the Beasts that inhabit this wilderness. Oh why did my Spirits return from that pleasing trance, to make me thus sensible of my miseries? Fortune I see will compel me to survive the Funerals of my own happiness.  
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Periander, whose sobbing Breast was filled with sorrow for the death of Athalus, little regarded those pretty pleasing delights, wherewith the place did entertain him, and with a sweet, though silent Eloquence seemed to bid him welcome. But entering in, he saw the Hermit apparelled in a Gown of Grey, kneeling upon his Knees, with his Eyes and Hands lifted up; Gravity was written in his looks, Devotion in his Gestures, and Age in both, for his snowy Hairs, and shaking Hands argued that the Summer of his Age was passed.  
Grave Father said Periander) my bleeding Wounds, sighing Heart, and sorrowful Countenance are better able to apologise for my rude interruption of your serious Devotions, than my tongue, which if it speak at all, it can be no other than lamentations of my unhappy Fortune. And therefore read there what I would say, which cannot, I hope, but be satisfactory. The Hermit answered him, that he knew no error he had committed that needed an Apology, except it were for making a groundless Apology, and that if he had committed any offence, it was only against himself, offence being grounded upon injury, and it was himself alone that he had injured, by deferting the healing of his wounds by his discourse. With that the tears descended in showers upon Periander's cheeks. Ah Athalus, that my Death could purchase thy Life, since I deserve not Life, that have so neglected thy Death! A thousand times I beg thee pardon, but alas, thou art not alive to give it; happy should I esteem myself in the midst of the greatest misery, wert thou but alive to sentence me to it.  
This sudden sorrowful Rapture of sorrow, filled the Hermit with as much Amazement, as Periander was with Grief; and as the suddenness of it bred Astonishment, so the sadness bred Pity; so that he wept, as if the heat of Periander's passion had thawed his frozen Age into Tears. At length his compassion for Periander's passion was not converted, but increased to a desire of knowing the cause of his sorrow. Alas (said he) what can I do that am thus informed by the Ears one way, and by the Eyes another? you tell me Sacrifice must give place to Mercy, and yet you Sacrifice yourself to Cruelty; for what greater Cruelty can there be than to be Unmerciful to those over whom Fortune hath exercised her greatest cruelty? do you not see how the Blood trickles down in Streams, and your Armour seems to weep in tears of Blood for your cruelty to yourself, and your Wounds like so many mouths entreating for mercy? And with that the Hermit was going to dress Periander's wounds, but he would not permit him, until he had gone and conveyed Athalus' body into the Cave, where after they had chafed his Limbs, the Hermit took down a little glass, within whose transparent wall there was enclosed a Spirit of such a reviving Virtue, as it was able to recall the revolted senses.  
After they had transfused some few drops thereof into him, his panting Breast faintly began to beat, his unclouded eyes that had been Eclipsed with a veil of darkness, began weakly to struggle with the over-dazeling light. Periander seeing this, began to faint with joy, but he was quickly revived with Athalus his first saluting the light. Oh, said he, where am I? with him, said Periander, who is hastening to die with you, since it is worse than Death to Live, while you are dead: No said he, I am hastening to live with you, since it is the worst of deaths to die while you are alive. But Athalus who had hardly so much life in him as to perceive he had life, and yet so much as to discern that he was enclosed within a dark place, which had only so much light in it, as to let them see they were in darkness, (for so the Hermit had made it, to keep out the intruding air, lest it should penetrate Athalus his wounds, and cause relapse,) and finding that it was not enrolled in the Records of his memory, how he came there, he more and more grew to a persuasion that the former conceit, that he was alive, was but a deceit, that he and Periander were but Ghosts, and remembering how that with his life he had lost Matilda, more precious to him than ten thousand lives, he began to faint again, as though he would die to avoid Death, and his senses sensible of insensibility, grew weary of being sensible, and as condemned, themselves fled as voluntary exiles from their proper habitation. But the Hermit continuing his charitable office, recovered him from the confines of Death. But yet so strongly was he confirmed in that apprehension, that he imagined the Cave either his Tomb, or else a dark entrance into that Region of darkness, the Hermit to be Charon, and the River to be the Stygian lake; the Gloominess of the first, the Gravity of the second, and the whispering Conspiracies of the last, seeming to combine together to deceive him.  
And as the Fancy is not only capable to receive and apprehend those species, which the external Senses, as its Organs, convey into it from external Objects, but also to create Phantasms within itself, which never had a being in Natnre, so did Athalus his fancy represent to his eyes Legions of Ghosts, doomed to their eternal habitations.  
But though his thoughts were thus filled with shadows, yet were they not able to crowd Matilda thence, but remembering how that in losing his life he lost her, and in losing her, he lost the life of his life, and which only made Life precious, and Death miserable; he fell to a passionate lamenting his condition, till he was convinced by Periander's persuasions, and a more liberal access of light. And then the very joy of his sudden redemption from that Hell that tortured his mind, was such a restorative, that it was not long ere by the Hermit's assistance, he had regained a great degree of strength, so that looking about him, and observing the Hermit's little solitary dwelling, he espied the Youth that attended upon him, and that directed Periander to the Cave. And taking notice of his Starry Eyes, and beauteous promising countenance, he demanded of the Hermit, who he was; who to satisfy his curiosity, and to pass away the time, which otherwise through the Melancholy loneliness of the place might seem tedious, he told them this story.  
This youth (said he) is P●ndion, Son to Agis King of Thessaly, a Prince of such a melancholy constitution, both of body and mind, as that it was rare for the most curious wits in his Court, ever to wrest a smile from him, or once to discompose his countenance; always retiring himself within the Closet of his thoughts, and those thoughts consisting most of horrid matters. And as melancholy by reason of those sable fumes which ascend from that feculent humour, and with a gloomy darkness overspread the mind is the cause of fear, so fear is the mother of superstition, as is apparent in him who never thinks himself secure, if the least more of danger floats in the air of his imagination; or while that fear, which his thoughts, ever musing upon affrightful matters, doth represent unto him, hath the least possibility of event. And therefore ever suspecting all men of evil, because he had not the least ray of goodness in himself, to enable him to discern it in others. And this timorousness begat such superstition, that each dream was an Oracle, and the Screech of a Night Raven, an Omen and presage of some future dismal event. This overfond and contemptible fearfulness rendered him not only odious, but despicable to his people, which he daily more and more perceiving, slighting the former, resolved to countermine the latter, if not by honour, yet by terror; and since they would not love him, they should fear him, and their dread of him should counterpoise their hatred. In the one, as in all things else, showing himself tyrannical, in the other, as in nothing else, truly Royal; there being nothing more averse to a generous and noble spirit, especially if refined by honour and advancement, than to be slighted; and this he absolutely determined to free himself from, by punishing all in whom there was the appearance of a crime, and where there was none, excellency became a fault, by being opposite to him, into whom to have distilled any Virtue, had been to have destroyed the very constitution and temperament of his nature.  
And thus a more sensible servitude came insensibly upon that people, which Hiarbas King of Caonia, his Son-in-law, by the marriage with Melana, daughter to Formosa, a man both ambitious and politic, and a continued enemy to Agis having intelligence of, and by means of his Spies, diving into the temper and spirits of that people, who though they were lovers of loyalty and fidelity, yet haters of tyranny, and were not able to brook such a servile subjection, resolved now to improve his opportunity, and at once both to free himself of jealousies and fears, and subvert the whole Kingdom of Thessaly, by diverting the stream of the affections of the people, from the King, and of the King from the people, and converting it into another Channel, where they might flow more safely for the working of his designs: And to that end, he had those in Agis Court, who by nothing better, than accusing the people to him, could insinuate themselves into his favour; and those in the Kingdom, who fomented divisions, by condemning the King to the people, and emblazoning and pourtraying his vices, and their slavery, the more to increase their hatred and contempt towards him, and desire of liberty to themselves, by these means to make a gap for him, when things were come to maturity, both to invade and surprise Thessalia.  
Agis, though he had many enemies, yet he wanted not some friends, who acquainted him with these undermine. The least whisper of any danger, was alarm loud enough, to arouse him out of any security, if it was possible for him, ever to have been guilty of that, a thing so disagreeing to his temper. And therefore he intercepts Hiarbas designs, by sending an Ambassador to denounce War against him, and to tell him, that he would save him the labour of so long a March into his Kingdom, for he would visit him ere long in his own. Though umbrages and light fantastic jealousies created by cowardly timorous fancies, are too narrow a Basis, to found a quarrel upon, yet a preventive War is both just and honourable, and no way dissonant from all principles of Policy.  
Accordingly he had scarce dispatched his Ambassador, ere he had raised his Forces, and was upon his March to prosecute his intent, according to the tenor of the Embassy; and to be brief, it was his Fortune to encamp near Dodona's Grove, a place that had been long famous for uttering Oracles, whether some enchanting spirit, by the virtue of its in●e●nal spells had inspired it with a Prophetic fury, and converted the silent whispers of those muttering leaves into a voice, and caused that voice to Echo ●orth the destinies of succeeding Ages▪ Or rather, whether those unseen spirits had not vested themselves in those shady boughs, which were so interlaced▪ as that night in daytime seemed there to keep its residence, and therefore a fit place for those night-Owls to hatch their dark contrivements in the darkness and shadiness of the place, both▪ preserving them from the view of the great Eye of the world, the Sun, and darting a reverend awfulness into men; Which of these, I say, is yet more admired at, then known to the world? Agis, whose perpetually disturbed thoughts, could not be hushed asleep by the lullabies of peace, could much less by the thunderings of war, especially whilst the ratlings of that in the one ear, and the whistling winds of popular murmurings in the other, seemed to conspire to raise a storm of discontent within him, and therefore nothing could appease their mutinous brawling, until he had inquired of the Oracle, whether his undertake would be successful or not, and to that end at Night, unseen, unknown to all, he steals from his Guards, and hasts to the Grove, from which he receives this Answer, 
If thou'lt preserve thy tottering Kingdoms fall,  
Thy Sons own blood, then must Cement the wall.   
This horrid Counsel, though it did both astonish and affright him, being uttered in such a manner, at such a time, in such a place; yet notwithstanding, that which did most perplex and pester his mind, was, how to expound this intricate aenigma. One while he thought it could be meant of none but his Son-in-law Hiarbas, in which he was partly confirmed, when he called to mind Hiarbas proceedings, whereby he already seemed to fulfil it; but then observing that term, thy Sons own blood, by transposition, he construed it, thy own Sons blood; to which construction be more inclined, though upon less grounds, and with least security, as will after appear; and indeed upon this only ground, that it is the Custom of Oracles, to wrap up truths, within a cloud of ambiguities.  
As he was thus revolving in his thoughts how to wind himself out of this inextricable Labyrinth, he was interrupted by a sudden whispering noise, just as if some vapour had ascended out of the Earth's hollow pores, and whisked thorough the leaves. But ere he had gone some few steps further, his attentive ear might hear two earnest in discourse. My Lord, saith one, can it possible once enter into your thoughts, and not thence expel all reason, that you can withstand his mighty force? Certainly, if that hath once his free vote, it will soon tell you, that a people who have been so long unacquainted with War as yours, and have had their spirits debased, enfeebled, and unmasculined, by a long luxurious and effeminate peace, cannot but account its rude knocks and blows as harsh and unpleasing; whilst your enemies have not only been trained up in Mars' School, but have had their spirits heightened by Victory and Successes. What will your Army serve for else if you give him battle, but to whet their swords upon, and make them the sharper to cut down all opposition, that shall withstand his attaining your Kingdom? and the greatness of your force will serve him but to erect the Pyramids of his renown, so much the higher. And however, my Lord, you may ●latter yourself with thoughts, that you need engage against none but his person, conceiving that his death will put a period to all your troubles, and be the only means to invest you with the Sovereignty of Thessalia, as the Oracle fond advises you; I tell you, if you inquire of Reason the only Oracle, placed in the Soul, for man to follow, it will inform you, that in stead of opening a Gap, to enter and possess his Kingdom, it will open the floodgates for a torrent of ruin to rush upon you; but the best and only way to consummate all their misery and salve their State sores; for whilst he lives, all those dissensions, divisions, and distractions, which already have brought the Kingdom to a gasping condition (so that they are fain to address themselves to you for redress) will be rather augmented than diminished. For as in the Body Natural, so in the Body Politic, ill vapours are not contented alone to distemper the head, but thence, as from a Limbeck distilling, disperse themselves into the whole body, and there beget faction, the mother of ruin, and that which above all things strikes at the vitals of a Commonwealth, by endeavouring to clip asunder that bond of Union, which knits Sovereigns, and Subjects together; and so if you view the present condition of his estate with an impartial Eye, you will find that that Kingdom, which, while all private concernments flowed in one stream of public good, was able to bear down all opposition before it, is now cut into so many small rivulets of private interests, as that if it obstruct not their course by War, but let each stream flow in its own Channel, the whole power of that Kingdom will soon be dried up. Whereas were he dead, those who now out of contempt and hatred forsake the Father, would, if not out of loyalty and fidelity, yet out of pity adhere to the Son; and all those factions which like mists obscure the lustre of that Government, will then all vanish, before the rays of that rising Sun: and if he be once seated in his Throne, you will find it a more than Herculean labour, to crowd him out from thence, or to wrest the Sceptre out of his tender hands. Rather submit, and part with part, than be forced from all, which will inevitably be the event, if you follow your intended resolutions.  
Were ever thy Eyes spectators (said the other) or thy Ears, of any dishonourable action of mine, that thou hast such mean thoughts of me, that my heart can s●oop to a servi●● submission? either thou must imagine my worth very little, and folly great, that I will hearken to thy persuasions, though containing never so little reason and honour in them; or thy folly must be great, to think, that after a twenty years illustrious Reign, in honour and applause, I shall now begin to degenerate; and what though blind Fortune hath hitherto crowned him wi●h success? all his victories shall attend as Captives at my triumphant Chariot, or else shall be as gemsm, to adorn my Crown, and give it the greater lustre. And if my Kingdom hath surfeited by a long continued peace, and contracted many malignant humours, what can there be better, than to let them blood by War? where the sharper the Lance, the less is the wound. Besides, thinkst thou my presence nothing? if my men are so stupidly base, that neither honour, victory, the preservation of their lives and fortunes, which will be all at stake, will not stimulate them to the performance of actions of a higher and more noble nature, than ordinary, yet (add to all this, which is equal to all) to see me in the midst of the greatest hazards, confronting and encountering the greatest dangers, surely will engage them to act something worthy the name of my Subjects, and to be owned by me. And if I die, what then? better die with honour, than live with shame; when if I die, it will be such a death as will give life to my name, and after death, I shall survive by an ●●mortal fame. But if I submit, as you would have it, and live, it will be such a life, as will be worse than death, to be buried alive in the obscure Grave of Infamy. Besides, hath Fortune Garlands for no Brows but his? or is his Armour impenetrable, or his Sword Enchanted? if not, why is it impossible for me to conquer? Submit must I? that were the ready way to be trampled u●on by all domineering Princes superior in discipline of War, though inferior in all other respects. Tell not me of such ignoble things, I hate to hear the mention of any thing so unworthy, and infinitely beneath any, who are endued with the smallest portion of a Royal spirit. No, though all Heaven's winged Heralds should proclaim my destruction, and accent each sentence with thunder, yet would I undauntedly prosecute my resolutions; when if I am forced at last to surrender, the world may rather commiserate me for want of Fortune, th●n condemn me for want of Valour.  
Pardon, My Lord, said the other, if I used an expression too ●ar below a person of your Royal dignity, and Heroic spirit. I endeavoured not to persuade you to any dishonrable reconcilement, out of mistrust to your Valour, which should I in any measure doubt of, I deserved to perish by it, and to give the proof of it by mine own destruction, as I doubt not but Agis will. With that, Agis that had so long sacrificed his ears to their discourse, and with such greedy attention devoured each sentence, being now fully informed, by hearing his own name mentioned, who was the subject of their discourse, resolved with all secrecy and celerity, to return to his Army, and send a party to surprise them▪ but as he was ri●ing to return, it was his unhappy Fortune to stumble, and fall upon two boughs, which as it were out of revenge for their blow, with a rushing noise betrayed him to his enemies; who having their discourse interrupted by such a sudden noise, between fear and amazement, arose, and no sooner risen, but as well as the Night's darkness would permit, they discerned Agis newly recovered from his fall; whom though they knew not, yet thinking he might be some S●ie from their enemy's party, or one at least, who upon examination could inform them, they apprehended him, and with speed conveyed him to Megapolis, the Metropolitan City of Hiarba's dominions, which was not far distant from thence; where they committed him to safe custody, until the light should discover what the darkness concealed.  
No sooner did the morning appear, and the light dispel the darkness, but this Royal prisoner was called forth to give an account to Hiarbas who and what he was. I should be guilty of too much profuseness both of words and time, if I should stand to declare, what variety and contrariety of passions domineered within them, when they saw, and in seeing knew each other. Hard it is to say, whether joy or admiration had precedency in Hiarbas, whilst grief, fear and shame contended for priority in Agis; This is certain, if any passion did exceed another, when they all exceeded the bounds of moderation, it was joy in Hiarbas, to think that in him he saw the Exit, and conclusion of all his troubles, and grief in Agis to think that this was but the entrance and exordium of his, and that now he did but enter upon the Stage to Act his Tragedial part, in comparison of which, all his former Reign had been only Comical. And indeed no wonder, if he who in the clearest Sunshine of prosperity, when there was not the least shadow of a Cloud that might portend any danger, but only the vapours in his own head, or any enemies to oppose, but the inhabitants of his own brai●, could not stop the mouth of fear; I say, no wonder then, if now when a black prodigious Cloud was impendent over his head, ready to pour down, and with a deluge swallow up all, that fear should fill his imagination with millions of perplexities.  
But as fear is a greater evil, than the evil it fears, so it was with him, for Hiarbas who sought not after the King but the Kingdom, nor the Sovereign but the Sovereignty, above the hopes and expectations of Agis, showed all Princely respect, and honour; and entertained him rather as a guest, than a Prisoner, but yet not altogether forgetting his temper, he sometimes intermixed supercilious carriages, to the end, that what by alluring persuasions mixed with threatenings, he might accomplish his ambitious ends; and indeed in a little time they took such an impression upon him, as procured from him a total resignation of the Crown and Dignity of Thessalia.  
But to return to the Army, who when in the morning they found their King was missing, and that after the most curious inquiry of all persons, and diligent scrutiny into all places, no news could be heard of him, you would be amazed to hear, what a medley of diversified opinions there was about him, which ro avoid the imputation of falsehood, I shall forbear to recite. But for their confusions they were innumerable, being divided into as many factions, as interests, and interests as persons; some were for none to govern, some were for all to govern, as in a Democracy, some for themselves to govern▪ each regarding what he followed, but none what might follow thereof; and amongst those who were most serious about the public good, s●me we●e for the young Pandion, and some for Hiarbas. In fine, they could agree upon no certain thing, but its certain they could agree upon nothing. This mad mixture of conceits brought it at length to a dangerous 〈◊〉, which had been more dangerous, had they no● been so divided into parts, as none knew whom to oppose themselves against, which yet notwithstanding prevented not such a broil, as had increased to a war, had not all these compositions of differences been composed by the sudden coming of Hiarba●, who what by the terror of a potent Army, which he then marched in the head of, together with a prevailing faction among the Thessalians, presently put an end to all their discords, and caused them all to Centre in an unanimous submission to his power, so that within some few days, he had the Crown set upon his head, by Agis himself, in the chief City of the Realm, whom for that day, he brought forth, and to the admiration of all the people declared unto them, by what happy Fortune he thus unhappily fell into his hands. But Agis not being able to survive the loss of his Kingdom, and having his heart broken with extremity of grief, he in a short time exchanged his Throne for a Grave, his Purple Robe, the Ensign of Royal power and Majesty, for a Winding sheet, his Courtiers, for the Worms, and infernal shades: And thus as Fortune put an end to his happiness, so Death to his misery.  
But Hiarbas though thus carried aloft upon the wings of a prosperous Fortune, yet he soared not so high, but that he was able to look down and see, upon what a tottering Basis his Government was founded; for though for the present the people were taken with it, as indeed what n●●eity is not pleasing to the palate of the vulgar? yet in a short time its staleness would cause them to disrelish it, especially if imbittered with the least grain of tyranny and insolence, which no Government can avoid that is acquired by force and violence. And as a Tower, whose parts may be sound and strong, yet, if held together only by force, is nothing but a ruinous mass, and subject to fall with the least assault; so the best Government, that hath no other support but the sword, and is not cemented by the people's affection, is subject to dissolution, upon the least popular motion and disturbance, much more that, where there can be other right pretended, but what is carved out by the sword. And therefore that he might gild over his sudden intrusion, with some glittering pretences of right, by which he thought to dazzle the dim eyes of the vulgar, he caused himself to be proclaimed throughout all the Thessalian dominions, heir and successor to Agis deceased, by virtue of that resignation which he enforced from him in the time of his imprisonment. And that he might for ever remove away all grounds for Pandions' hopes, when he came to age, to attain, or his own fears to lose the Kingdom, he sent him to a Forester to be educated as his own, that thus by causing him to move in so low a Sphere, he might prevent an Eclipse of his pretended right, which he justly feared would be totally obscured, should Pandion have interposed his.  
And as for the Princess, Pandions' only sister, though I cannot but say, he hath dealt most honourably with her, having regard not only to her high descent and extraction, but excellency and worth; for indeed, what is there that can deservedly merit the title of desert, that is not most transcendently in her? yet fearing lest in time, her matchless wit and beauty might match her, to some person of great eminency, who in marrying with her, would espouse her interest, he hath Cloistered her in a Nunnery, and made her vow perpetual Chastity.  
And thus did this Politic man improve his Fortunes, whilst poor Pandion born to a Crown is bred up in a servile obscure condition, having a Forest for a Kingdom, and wild beasts for his Subjects, with whom he is daily conversant, exercising a pretty kind of delightful tyranny over them, in chase some, settering others, and killing others, as his fancy pleases; and one day as he ran so far in the pursuit of a Deer, that he knew not which way to return, but wand'ring to and fro, he happened to espy me, walking near the mouth of my Cave, and with all speed came running to me. I was no less astonished at the beauty of the youth, than amazed to see him in such an unfrequented place; for during thirty years that I spent in this solitary place, I never beheld the face of any here before him, whom after my mean manner, I have entertained, for some years, not being able to direct him to the Foresters habitation.  
This story told with so much gravity and deliberation, so moved Periander to compassion, as that he resolved to accompany young Pandion into Thessalia, and there by all means endeavour his restauration, which however if he could not effect, yet, he would render himself renowned for his high Attempt, and therefore blessed his Fortune, which though hitherto had been adverse to him, yet now had presented him with such an happy occasion, and so fit a place for a Theatre, whereon to Act the Heroic Exploits which were already transacted within his thoughts. Neither was Athalus less desirous of acting a part in that honourable enterprise, so much of his spirits had not steamed forth, from those streams of blood, as to enfeeble both his body and mind; but still he was as propense to embrace any action that required valour for its performance, as ever, but the weakness of his body would not permit him to undertake any thing proportionable to the greatness of his mind. For though the care and diligence of the Hermit had brought him from a despair of life, yet not out of danger of death, should he be too negligent of himself; so that with a seeming unwilling willingness he yielded to Periander's, and the Hermit's persuasions, rather to return to his Castle, and when necessity should require, assist them with Forces from thence. And though it was the wound uncured in his body that was the pretence, it was chiefly the wound incurable in his heart, that made him withdraw▪ which nothing could heal but a Sympathetick Plaster, applied to the Dart that gave the wound, and that was Matilda's Beauty; and therefore to her must he return, if he will ever find ease, which accordingly he determined to do.  
Having made these conclusions among themselves, they walked abroad to refresh themselves, and Athalus, who for several days had not tasted the fresh Air, the Hermit entertaining them with discourses, one while of the vanity of Sublunary delights, how that their greatest perfection is but imperfection, and in their best enjoyment attended with annoy, and how ●●itting transitory and fading▪ and how unreasonable for a reasonable Soul, of such a depurate, immaterial, and supercelestial Nature, and therefore a fit soil for the most sublime thoughts and enravishing affections to spring up in, to delight itself in such course embracements. Then he would be lavish in the praises of a contemplative life, the happiness and sweet repose of solitude, how that freed from the world's tumultuary distractions, and Corroding cares, the Soul doth mount aloft, upon the Wings of Contemplation, above the Star-glistring Heavens, and satiate herself with Angelical delights, that reside in a higher Sphere than Nature, and thence descending taste what excellency Heaven and Earth will present, which as a solemn repast, after such transporting and rapturous delights, fills and dilates the Soul with excess of joy and contentation. Can any humane Artifice (said he) please and delight the eye, as it doth the intellectual eye of the Soul, to see with what unwearied swiftness, the rolling Heavens, whirl the sparkling Globes of light? and with such violence, as if it meant to sling them out of the Universe, had not Nature there unmovably riveted them; to see how the envious Moon, as it were repining at her brother's glories, strives maliciously to obscure and hide them, from the view of the admiring world, by interposing her opake body between it and the Sun's refulgent Beams? and then how the Earth to requi●e that malign interposition, wrappeth her in a misty shade, and makes darkness triumph over her, and plunder her of all her resplendent lightsomness, and render her invisible, that gives visibility in the mids of darkness to all sublunary beings? To read the events of all things written in Golden Characters, by the hand of the Allseeing Deity? To see how the revolutions and alterations of persons and actions depend upon their circumvolutions; what earthly Palace can compare with that where the world's great Monarch keeps his Court? environed with an Aethereal Wall, whose ten arched stories borders upon the Empyreal Palace; moated with a Crystalline Ocean, guarded with hosts of twinkling partisans, whose gilded shields and glistering Spears reflect back the Sun's radiant glances; to see the flaming Courtiers clad in golden Treasses, dance to the Music of the Spheres, roving and traversing the transparent floor with such confused order, as if they measured each pace by the sweet Charms of the Music's modulations, whose harmonious accents consist of disagreeing concord's, so they are most constant and regular, when most irregularly inconstant. Neither are there wanting Tilt and Tournaments, and feats of Chivalry: for how often doth the Sun himself, mounted in his glory-beaming Chariot, s●od with burning bosses, run the Celestial Ring, with all his flaming attendants, pursuing after in their full career, through Heaven's arched Galleries? The Air is his Kitchen, where his Cates are prepared, the Clouds the steam that ascends from his boiling Cauldron.  
Thus they went, the Hermit beguiling the time with his grave discourses, till they came to the top of the Hill, which proudly elevating itself above the humble valleys, and levelling plains, blest their Eyes with the most delightsom prospects the Country could afford; there might you have seen Art and Nature join in Consort, and strive to present a most beautiful Harmony to the eyes. There were the natural Theatres of lofty Hills, where the most refined gusts of air would dance to the warbles of the winged Choristers chirping under the green Canopies of shady Groves. Vales treasuring up silver Rivers, which gently gliding, would steal away beholders senses; by which the Shepherds would sit feeding their Flocks, whilst the wanton Lambs would dance to the Music of their Oaten Pipes.  
Not far distant, stood a pleasant Town on the side of a Hill, compassed with green Meadows, watered with the ●ilver streams of little bubbling Rivers, that strayed to and fro in wanton Meanders; the streets so intermixed with shady Trees, seemed as if the Woods had left their melancholy retiredness, and grown sociable, meant to inhabit the Town; or as if the Town had left its cheerful sociableness, and grown to a kind of civil wildness, meant to inhabit the Woods, or rather as a marriage between both.  
Hither did Peri●nder, Pandion and Athalus repair to furnish themselves, and Pandion especially with Armour, and all acouttements fit for their intended undertake, having first taken leave of the good old Hermit, and returned millions of thanks for his charitable kindness, telling him that they counted their present unhappiness chiefly to consist in this, that thereby they were put in an incapacity of giving due testimonies of their gratitude to him, and that if their Fortunes might be raised equal to their desires, it should be that they might be able to return requital equal to his deserts. The Hermit answered, that as his deserts were small in themselves, so they would be less, should he be so mercenary as to show kindness, in expectation of a requital; but however, if he had merited any thing, that they had sufficiently repaid him by their sweet conversation.  
Thus after some ceremonies passed between them, they left the Hermit, who at parting could no longer retain his gravity, nor refrain from weeping tears of joy and sorrow; of sorrow to part with them all, but especially Pandion, whom he had so long entertained as his Pupil, and instilled those excellent principles, the effects whereof shall be made apparent in the sequel of the story; but of joy, through the conceived hopes of his future prosperous Fortune.  
These three noble Consorts having traveled for some few days together, came at length to a parting way, which might properly be so called, for it was the means of parting Athalus from the other two, whom we shall also part from for a time, and leaving him, associate ourselves to Pandion and Periander; who amongst many other adventures they encountered withal in their journey, this was one.  
Travelling along one scorching day, the Sun darted his rays with such vehement violence as that they were forced to betake themselves to a near adjoining shady Grove for protection, where the spreading boughs so embraced each other, as if they had combined together to exclude the Sun's proud beams from entering there; where being invited by the pleasantness of the place, and their own wearisomeness to refresh themselves, they lighted off their Horses, and having pulled their bits out of their mouths, turned them to feed upon the Grass, which there grew in great plenty, whilst themselves being overcome with the murmurings of the sweet bubbling streams, and the whilstlings of the quivering leaves were lulled asleep. But long they had not yielded to sleeps pleasing charms, when their ears were suddenly filled with a sudden shriek, which pierced and rend the air with such a dividing shrilness, as plainly appeared it came from a heart pierced, rend and divided with sorrow; and withal so small and clear, as they knew it came from some Female Breast; neither came it alone, but was presently followed by a train of doleful groans▪ which pursued it with hue and cry as a Thief for stealing her joys from her. They no sooner heard it, but they arose and guided their steps by the mournful noise, till they came to a place where they saw a beautiful Lady lying along upon the ground, leaning upon her elbow; Nature had painted her Face with more than ordinary Beauty, so that Sorrow seemed to appear in the liveliest colour; her Face, Gestures, Sighs and Tears, and all made apparent, that sorrow had tuned her heart to so high a Key, that the strings were near cracking. Loath they were to interrupt her, and yet desirous to serve her. At length they heard her fetch a groan, and that seconded by a sigh, and both ushered in these words. Hardhearted enemies! could your tyrant minds invent no other way, to vent your merciless cruelty, but by being thus cruelly merciful to leave me behind to weep his obsequies? what wrong did you ever receive from his guiltless hands? as nothing could satisfy your boundless rage, nor satiate your thirsty souls but his dearest blood? and if it was I that did the wrong, why did you not sheathe your Swords in this breast, that my Death might expiate his? and why do you not come and steep your sulphurous souls in my diffused blood, that so both they as well as their horrid actions, their monstrous offsprings, may be of a Crimson dye? O ye celestial powers, since 'twas your pleasure to join our Hands and unite our Hearts by Hymen's sacred and inviolable bands, dislodge this Soul of mine, and take it up into that heavenly Chorus, whereof he is one, that so out of the reach of dull-browd sorrow, we may sing prolonged Anthems of Peace together, and being no longer entangled with this World's turmoils, my Soul may be involved in that bottomless Abyss, and boundless Ocean of immortal happiness. Oh sweet Death, come and welcome, put a period to my Griefs, and rid me of this dying life; oh how the thoughts of thy approach revive me! frustrate than not my hopes and expectations, the way to kill me is to let me live. Oh then augment not my griefs by adding new, let me not ever languish here in perpetual anguish; but come, oh come, and if my enemies have extracted the quintessence of all cruelty, and swilled it up into their parboiled Souls, that so there is none left for thee, what then? it is mercy, not cruelty that I crave; for what greater mercy can there be than to unloose a soul entangled and hampered with griefs and sorrows? oh then untie this knot of dull mortality, that pinions my soul and makes her flutter here below, and let her fly to him who is my Life, my Heart, my Joys, and all that my highest desires can attain unto. And if with killing him, thou hast spent thy Arrows, for sure his great soul would not surrender up her mansion on too easy terms) here's Shafts within my Heart shot both from Love and adverse Fortune, enough to fill thy Quiver, and let that remain full still; Come then and draw thy Bow, and give that wound that shall heal all other wounds. And therewithal she gave a sigh, as if Death had indeed made a divorce between her Soul and Body, and her tender heart had bid adieu to this lower world, and fled into the Empyreal Regions. But proceeding, Charon (said she) prepare thy Boat to waft me over the Stygian Lake; and if thou fearest it is too shoul to transport such a Cargo of Woes and Griefs as I am filled withal, here's tears enough that flow in uncontroled Streams from Griefs Fountains, to make it at its lowest Ebb, overflow the Banks, and if that will not suffice, open my Veins, drain my Heart dry, rather than let me tarry behind; for what Joys can ever accrue to me, now Theon, in whom my Joys are placed, hath bid farewell? And then she stopped, giving a groan, as if her Heart had been rest in sunder, and folding her fair Arms, as if she went about to embrace death.  
Pandion and Periander hearing this, no longer able to contain, discovered themselves to her, and craving pardon for their intrusion, begged to know the cause of her sorrow, telling her, they would spend their dearest blood to purchase her desires. Oh then, said she, my desire is to be with my dear Theon, hand me to the Elysian Plains, where he resides, I desire not your death, but my own, for, alas, what comfort can I have to tarry here behind? Never more shall these pale li●s of mine once dare to own a smile, nor this trembling heart to entertain a joy, since the Heavens have dispossessed me of such a joy, whose presence made all my joys, I and sorrows too, to be joyful, and at whose absence all my joys like shadows vanish, but my sorrows increase. Nothing but grief and care, now he is gone, shall— And then being no longer able to speak, she wept a flood of tears, making her language to ebb. Heavens forbid, said Periander, that the earth should contain such a one, who durst imbrue his cursed hands in the blood of so fair a Lady, and rob the world of such an unparallelled beauty. Accursed tha● hand that should act, yea that tongue that should speak, yea that breath that should whisper, yea that heart that should think of spilling such innocent blood. Rather, Madam, be pleased, said he, to lay your commands upon us, and assure yourself we will extend our utmost power to serve you. And if we have not valour enough, yet doubt not, but the heavens will succeed the cause of one in all excellencies so resembling themselves. Nay, said Roxana, it is not your valour I doubt of, but contrariwise, it is the heaven's mercy that I despair of: for can I think that they who have so frowned upon me, frowned do I say? rather conspired to make me miserable, have any love or mercy reserved for me? for whence can such extremity of cruelty proceed but from extremity of hatred? do I not see how contrary to my hopes and desires they force me to live, and deny so poor a request as death? If a similitude and consentaneity in properties, will beget a sympathy in affections, it is rather from the infernal powers then, that I must hope for succour, whom in all miseries I do so resemble. But alas, what need I thus speak? it is neither your fortitude, were it a composition of the very extracted spirits of all the ancient Hero's valour, nor the Stars themselves, nor all Pluto's black Legions, should you all combine and unite your powers together, were able to reduce a Soul once fled from its Terrestrial habitation. And 〈◊〉 my Theon is dead. And then she sighed and wept, the tears trickling down in such swift streams, as if they strove who should first leave the fair possession of her eyes, or rather, who should first kiss her Rosy cheeks, Ah Theon, said she, and then she rend her hair, and tarr her beautiful face, as though they could serve for nothing now Theon was gone.  
Periander and Pandion were so moved to compassion at this passionate sight, that they could not refrain from holding her fair Arms, and by force compel her to be merciful to herself. Can you accuse the Heavens of cruelty, said Periander, and you thus cruel to yourself? How can you expect that they should gratify your desires, and you thus contradict its will; be not thus displeased with what Heaven is pleased, nor lavish of these Pearly drops. Surely, if no sublunary powers whatsoever can fetch your Theon from the shades below, much less can your tears. Perplex not then your pensive heart, but appease this stormy discontent, who knows what Heaven hath laid in store for you? It was not for nothing that our steps were directed to this place, therefore acquaint us with the story of your Fortune, and we do protest that we will dedicate ourselves wholly to your service.  
Ah, said Roxana, ●latter me not with false deluding groundless hopes, do you think, said she, with a bitter smile, that the clashing of your Armour, should you descend to Pluto's Court, would tickle his ear with as much delight, as Orpheus' Harp, and would have the like persuasive faculty, as his melodious Charms? But however, I cannot but with all thankfulness acknowledge your Civility, in the tender of your service, which I can no otherwise repay, than in granting your will, by relating my condition, which truly is a poor requital, but the refusal would be worse.  
Periander and Pandion persuade Roxana page 52.  
This Theon is Son to Harpalus King of Thrace; his Father being desirous to make him complete in all things that were desirable, sent him when he was a youth to travel, both to inure him to hardships and difficulties, thereby to instill into him those Virtues both Moral and Political, which commonly thrive better then, than in the Serenity of times, amidst the delights wherewith all Princes Courts abound, and also that he might learn the Manners, Customs, Poli●ies, and State-Interests of Foreign Kingdoms, whereby he would be better instructed in the interest of his own, and be enabled when the power came into his own hands to manage the affairs of State with greater advantage. Vain it would be for me to enumerate the great adventures he achieved in his travels, since they were so great, as that all the world not only heard of, but admired and envied, and therefore they may seem strange to you, but I cannot think, you are strangers to them.  
Amongst other places it was his hap to come to my Father's Court, where he had not been long, ere his incomparable Beauty, unconquerable Valour, and inimitable Excellencies so enravished my affections, that Theon was the Saint at whose shrine I offered up my daily Oblations; Theon was my sole delight, and the delight of my Soul, when ever I was blest with his presence, methought I felt my heart chained to his eyes, and when he spoke, his lips seemed to dance to the sweet accents that came from his mouth, with such pleasing grace, as methought each motion seemed a Charm, and each word a Spirit, that enthralled my Soul, and led me Captive at the triumphing Chariot of his conquering Beauty; such Grace, such Majesty, such Perfection were united in him, as the most curious quick-sighed Symmetrians were not able to discern the least disproportion in him, much less mine, which was wholly dedicated to his Perfections. Neither was he wanting to repay me with mutual affections, but as my contentment and happiness was placed in him, so he ever thought himself unhappy without me; and so had affection blinded his judgement, as he was pleased to bestow large Encomiums on my Beauty, commending me rather like a fond Lover, than a Judicious Artist in Beauty's Heraldry; which had it as far transcended his expressions, as his expressions did me, I should not have merited his affections. And that that was no small addition to my Felicity, my Father Melampus was exceedingly delighted in his sweet Society, and Witty pleasantness, and brave deportment, but most of all pleased with the affections we bore each other; insomuch that in a short time, by agreement of our Parents, the day of our happy conjunction in marriage was appointed. Oh that sweet disuniting union, that makes one Heart of two, and two Souls of one! that Golden Key that unlocks the treasures of chaste enclosed delights 〈◊〉 great 〈◊〉 the Heavens only Tantalised me withal, envying its full enjoyment. For thus it happened, Theon and I, walking together, one Evening into the Fields, we overheard Idomeneus his Squire, and another quarrelling; what the cause of the contention was, we could not understand; this we perceived, that they were ready to leave their Verbal arguments, and betake themselves to sharper than any their Wit could invent, but their immoderate Passion had not so renounced the moderation of Reason, but that they could consider, that neither the time nor place was seasonable; they made therefore a Challenge each to other, to meet next morning at such a set hour, which they both vowed to observe. Theon overhearing this discourse, resolved not to interrupt them, but at the time appointed to be an unseen Spectator of this combat. I dissuaded him from both, fearing the event, but with such faint dubious persuasions, as they nothing prevailed, delighting in his presence, and yet taking pleasure in every thing that delighted him, though ●t deprived me of my desired happiness: for our hearts being one, our desires and delights must needs be one, so that I was forced to yield a dissenting consent.  
But when night came, no sooner had Morpheus benumbed all my senses, and sleeped them in Lethe, but the drowsy Deity, that forges those wild phantasms on the Anvil of the Fancy, which we call Dreams, began to represent to my thoughts, Theons pale Ghost came to bid me adieu; the a●frightfulness of the spectacle awaked me. I think it is but superfluous to use many arguments to persuade a belief in you, that my joy was not small when I saw it was but a Dream. But no sooner had sleep again prevailed over my drowsy senses, and Night had lulled them in her Sable Arms, but an interposing Dream interrupted the silent peaceful delight▪ of my quiet fancy, and cumbered me with new confused thoughts. Methought I saw, and yet methought I did not see, but 'twas because I would not see, my Theon, and Idomeneus dragged by the Knights of Clausus Castle, a place that hath long been an A●ylum and refuge for the most profligate persons to Sanctuary themselves in, under pretence of a privilege granted to Clausus Ancestors, from my Father's Predecessors▪ for a signal Act of Loyalty, to be exempted from all penalties for any Act whatsoever, excepting high Treason. By virtue of which, Clausus the present possessor hath committed, and doth continue still to commit many outrages, imprisoning all Ladies, and Gentlemen, whose hard hap it is to come within their reach, so that there are many now of eminency, who are there condemned by this Tyrant to perpetual confinement. And not only himself, but all Villains whatsoever, that can pretend any relation to him (though often the kindred consists not in sameness of blood, but bloody actions) have the privilege of impunity for whatsoever wickedness they perpetrate. And by this means this Castle hath been as a Nest of Vermine, a Moth and Canker in the Bowels of my Father's Kingdom, so that he hath been so tired out with the daily complaints of his Subjects, for injuries and affronts received from them, that he resolved to raze the Castle to the ground, intending not to leave the least vestigium of it, to preserve the memory of such a wicked place. A freedom for Vice, is an unfit reward for Virtue. But he was prevented by a subtle politic trick of Clausus, which was this, Clausus receiving intelligence of my Father's resolutions, and how the daily provocations from his party incensed him more and more, knowing himself to be a man of little less than Gigantic bigness of body, and to say truth, the greatness of spirit being proportionable, imagining himself invincible, he hath of late made this Challenge, that what Knight soever could overcome him in the Field, he would surrender up his Castle to him, and renounce his privilege.  
This fair and honourable proposal, my Father condescended to, and for the encouragement of any Knight to undertake the Combat, he hath proclaimed, that whosoever should Conquer Clausus, should not only have the Castle for his reward, but should have the highest honours, his Kingdom was capable to bestow, conferred upon him. Hither me thoughts I saw Theon dishonourably dragged.  
I was no sooner awaked, and freed from my restless rest, and my Dream had forsaken me, but a Tyrant fear succeeded it, and usurped dominion over my amazed thoughts, so that spurred on with a distracted mind, I hastily arose, and rushed into his Chamber. But when I saw he was gone, and that his solitary Bed was deprived of its happiness, to enclose and embrace so sweet an inhabitant; how did my tormenting fears add wings to my steps? so that in a moment before I knew whether I was throughly recovered of my Dream, I came to the Castle, where I found to my misery, my Dream fulfilled, and those Villains triumphing over his beautiful, though lifeless body.  
And now, Sir Knight, since you have your request, let me have also mine, that you will not hazard yourselves with that cruel Tyrant, but proceed in your journey, and leave me here to bewail my miserable condition, which is the only satisfaction and content you can give to my unsatisfied discontented mind.  
In all things, Madam, said Periander, consistent with my honour, I shall obey you, but where that's engaged, pardon me, if I harken rather to its dictates, than your commands; and, said he, it cannot but reflect with dishonour upon this noble person, who honours me with his company, and myself, should we refuse the Combat, when there is such high provocations, as the revenging your quarrel, the redeeming so many Captived Knights and Ladies, and the freeing the whole Kingdom from such a common pest. And what though I lose my life in it? life is but a tribute, that we must pay to Nature, and that the best and most valiant is mortal, and subject to the breath of every unfortunate chance; but honour that is built upon high atchivements is immortal, and Fortune may as well think to trample the Stars under her feet, and with her frowns to Eclipse the Sun, as to depose him that in seated in the Throne of Honour, and he that will purchase that must not stand upon price.  
Roxana hearing this, directed them to the Castle, whither they ha●●ed with all speed, but by the way there grew a cont●●● between them, who should have the honour of the Combat. Periander was willing to yield the pre-eminence, in respect of the others high descent, neither did he doubt of his courage; the starry loveliness of his eyes being perfect indices of the sprightfulness of his mind; but together with the greatness of his spirit, which was loath in point of Honour to submit to any, the fear le●t Pandon should be wor●ed, doubting whether he was able to withstand so fierce an encounter in his first initiation in the School of Mars, made him the more desirous to undertake it himself.  
Pandion slays Clausus page 61.  
Clausus, whose fearless mind, and matchless valour, and frequent success, had raised him to a confidence above hope, finding himself thus matched by a Youth, enraged and ashamed that he should be so long in conquering one, over whom though his valour should render him victorious, yet he should not merit the title of a Victor, summoned together all his active powers, and with united force, gave such a blow on Pandion, that all the protection he could receive from his well-managed Sword, was to moderate the violence of the stroke, which yet nevertheless lighted on the side of his Head with such a force, that it dispossessed his memory of its bruised habitation, and drove him some few paces from the place where he stood, which Clausus perceiving, resolved not to neglect such an opportunity, but pursued him with redoubled blows, and reunited power.  
But Pandion, as if his veins had been filled with Spirits, as fast as they were emptied of Blood, mustering all his strength, skill and courage together, being to give a gallant Farewell, like the last blaze of a dying light, ran with such a vehement courage upon Clausus, that he not aware, but rashly prosecuting victorious Fortune, the Sword run through his Heart, or rather he ran his Heart upon it, conquering himself just when he was triumphing on the conquest of his enemy; which when the Knights of the Castle perceived, not regarding the Laws of Arms, ●lew in ●o defend their Captain, or rather themselves, knowing that on the third of his Life hung all their Privileges, which ●ut in two, must needs fall to the ground, which consideration made them fall inconsiderately on Pandion: which Periand●r seeing, enraged with contempt of their Dastardly baseness, to set upon a wounded man gasping for Life, and more to think that such cowards should be allotted him to be the Subjects of his valour, and most of all to think that his friend and he should receive their Deaths from the hands of such miscreants.  
Being near over-pressed with the multitude, he rushed upon them with such a torrent of violence, as drowned whomsoever he encountered withal, in a lake of their own blood, though surrounded with them, he could not avoid receiving some blows, yet they served but to increase his rage to the extremity, so that with a mad violence, or furious madness, all the powers of his Soul, and the Strength, Dexterity, and Activity of his Body transferred to the one arm, he dislived some and disarmed others; his valour being crushed between the two extremes, necessity of preserving his Friends and his own Life, and the difficulty of accomplishing it, made it so swell within his breast, with the madness of a terrible fury, that to the destruction and admiration of his enemies, he went beyond himself in his achievements, killing where he hit, and hitting where he pleased, separating some not only their Souls from their Bodies, but their upper parts from their nether; others that were aiming where to lodge their blow, with the greatest advantage, he deprived of blow and sight and all: Whilst Pandion, not able to assist his friend, was forced to refresh his fainting body by resting himself upon the ground. But they were soon assisted by the Knights imprisoned within the Castle, who knowing that their Jailers were imprisoned by Death, and seeing Pandion bestrid by Periander, and he beset with their enemies, they unanimously assaulted them, all agreeing in the means of their preservation, their enemy's destruction, though all disagreeing in the end, some fight to preserve their own honour, disdaining to be enslaved by such unworthy Villains; others for their Ladies; some out of Love to the Commonwealth, to quit it from such a nest of Pestilent Fellows; others out of hatred to their enemies; so that in fine there grew a desperate combat, as it must needs— the Combatants growing desperate, the Clausian Knights resolving rather to lose their lives by wholesale on the point of the Sword, than retail them out by the hand of Justice, which they knew would befall them should they surrender, grew fearless through fear, so that Courage in the Valiant grew desperate, and despair made the Coward courageous; that at length the conflict grew so cruel, that the very ground was overflown with a deluge of blood, and the earth that was wont to bury men's bodies, men's bodies now buried the earth; so that it seemed like Mars' sowing time, the seeds of cruelty being implanted in each Breast, and watered with Blood; but like Death's reaping time, such an Harvest of Bodies there lay in heaps, serving as Bridges to transport over Rivers of Blood, that streamed in the pavement▪  
Heard it was to determine which way the balance of victory would poise, Fortune for a while carrying herself a Neuter; till at length Periander being a too partial Umpire, by the mediation of his valour decided the controversy, sending such throngs of Souls of the Clausian Knights, that were loath to answer for their unanswerable crimes before Melampus his Tribunal, to receive their eternal doom, that the small remainder yielded, craving mercy, which they found. Then Periander receiving the Keys of the Gate, gave the Captives that were the Keepers, to the Keepers that were the Captives, till Pandion whose right it was to command, should otherwise order; who appointed Sentinels on the wall, and a watch for that night, intending the next morning to march in triumph to King Melampus' Court.  
But no sooner had each man took his Station, but their Ears were arrested with the cries of a Female voice, which as well as they could understand, demanded entrance; the Gates being opened, they all strait knew her to be Roxana their King's Daughter, who seeing the event of the Combat, came with speed to the Castle to perform her last obsequies to Theon, and to return thanks to Pandion and Periander for their hazardous adventure. And being admitted into the Castle, she was received with all respect and joy, by all the Knights and Ladies there, but especially by Pandion, who blessed her ears with the happy tidings that Theon was yet alive, pointing where his Chamber was, who would have said more, but the transporting joy, not only divorced all sorrow from her Heart, but her Body from the place; so that both his words and thoughts were prevented with her sudden ●light, calling as she went, Theon, Theon, her Tongue not being able any more to express her unexpressible passion; but as soon as the eyes of Theon, nay his Heart, nay his Soul was ravished with the sight of Roxana, as if her beauty had been some divine quintessential extract, or some ray of that celestial fire, that inspired life into Prometheus' Image, he felt a vigour infused into all his fainting limbs, and the Darts of Beauty to triumph over the Darts of Death, and her words to blow up the dying sparks of Life into a flame, so that assembling all his powers together, he cast himself into her Arms, his Legs being unfaithful and feeble supporters of his Body. But, alas! as their arms were linked each in other, and their very Souls entwined by a sweet sympathy, Theons Spirits that, like the dying blaze of a Taper, before gave such a sudden flash, choked with the smoke of that affection that gave them life, suddenly fled from their battered dwelling.  
Roxana amazed to see this sad unexpected adventure, remained like one suddenly thrown from a high precipice, who hath his breath stopped ere he know whence he fell, or whither he is falling, so was she racked between the extremes of joy and grief; all the powers of her Soul being overwhelmed with a sudden confusion. Two extremes overflowing Tides of contrary passions meeting together in one Breast must needs sink it in a Whirl-pool of amazement. But she was recovered from that living trance, by the recovery of Theon, who did but by the shortness as it were counterfeit a Death, that he might be buried in that Lily vale, beset with swelling Mounts of driven Snow.  
What wanton reaks, said Rozana, doth Fortune play, bandying me from one extreme to another? no wonder that Virtue and Fortune rarely meet in one, since that moves always in a mediocrity, and this drunk with madness, reels to extremes. But her Farther speech was interrupted by the coming of Periander, followed by a Gentleman that came from her Father, who having first performed his duty to her, and acquainted her of her Parent's health, told her, how that the same of the Castles winning, and of her being found had been blazed in her Father's e●rs, who knowing, that the Echoes that re●ound in her Temple, are usually reduplicated, and that her Translations and Comments seldom agree with the Original truth, therefore had sent him to make a more strict inquisition, that he might have certain intelligence, intending, if it was truth, to send some of his chief Noble● to honour that Hero that was their deliverer, not only according to, but beyond his engagement. And that he sent some of his principal Doctors and Surgeons to cure the wounded.  
She returned him many thanks for his pains, and for his acceptable news, and requested him to send for a Chirurgeon to Theon, whose wounds like gaping mouths seemed to beg for help. But the Chirurgeon being called, by means of a sovereign Balm that he had then with him, he presently stopped those bloody leaks, and in a short time restored him to a great measure of health, a●d no less did the other Surgeons effect upon Pandion, and the rest of the wounded; so that after the burials of the dead, Pandion attending upon Roxana, and attended with all the Ladies, and most of the Knights, excepting some few that he left in the Castle to keep it in the King's behalf, marched towards Melampus' Court; but they were met by a glistering train of Nobles, Knights, and Gentlemen, some coming in obedience to the King's Commands, others to meet their delivered Ladies, and all to bring Roxana and Pandion to the Court with great solemnity; having performed their dutiful salutation to the first, they in the King's name returned many thanks to the latter for his great service to the Kingdom, acquainting him with what high acceptance his heroic Act was received by the King, and bestowing large Encomiums on his valour; who yet willing that Periander, that was so great a partner in the victory, might also share in the honour, endeavoured to transfer the chief praise of the Action upon him, extenuating his own part, but extolling his, to whom also they performed many Ceremonies; All which being passed, they proceeded in their joyrny, beguiling the time with delightful pleasancy, till the end of their journey put an end to their discourse, where they were brought to the Palace of the King, being conducted into spacious Courts, adorned with such beauty, riches, and pompous magnificence, as transported Pandion (who never beheld such State) with an excess of astonishment, that he thought Heaven and Earth could not have afforded so much glory. Such was the glistering habit of the Nobles, as seemed to contend with the golden Pillars which should reflect the Sun's rays with the greatest lustre, or rather with the Sun himself for brightness; such the rich Attire, resplendent Ornaments, and admirable Beauty of the Ladies, their Ornaments adorning their Beauty, and their Beauty beautifying their Ornaments, and both adding such particular graces to the solemnity, that held the Eyes and Heart of Pandion and Periander dazzled between contentment and admiration.  
Being convened into the King's presence, he arose from his throne, and after he had embraced his Daughter with joy and affection, turned to Pandion and saluted him with as great Condescension as Majesty would permit, telling him that he esteemed himself beholding to Fortune, not so much for sending one who by his valour had rid his State from such a brood of Villains, as honouring his Court, by that occasion with the presence of a Person of so great worth as he approved himself to be; and requested him to acquaint him with his name, and what he was, that he might know on whom, as well as for what he should confer his intended Honour.  
Pandion (who had resolved to conceal his name, knowing that to reveal it would be utterly destructive to his design, and therefore agreed with Periander to go under the name of Danpion, which is the same with his own, the Letters being transposed in a different order) made this reply.  
Melampus the King with Danpion and Periander● page▪ 68  
Much time they spent in pleasant discourse, and viewing these delights, and many more than my pen can describe, till at length the Sun began to display his golden locks to the inhabitants of the other Hemisphere, and the scarlet evening to fly over Heaven's arched Roofs; when Supper being prepared, the King commanded to have it served into the Banqueting house, where they sat down, more curious to satisfy the appeti●e of their eyes, than desirous to feed upon the various Cates that there were marshaled in stately order; The Ladies darting amorous looks upon the two strange Knights, no less admiring them for their beauty and comely deportment, than for their valour, and Pandion especially, who though he had not such a Majestic, manly, and severe look as Periander, yet of a more pleasant countenance, and attractive grace, his starry eyes shining with a radiant splendour, like two Quivers filled with Darts of Love, reflected back their wanton glances with no less delight and admiration, and rolled to and fro in that Garden of Beauties, as if he, Zeuxis like, picked out here and there a heavenly feature, to compose a Posy and mixture of all excellencies and perfections.  
But all this joy and contentmenr did but beget sorrow and discontent in Periander, by bringing to mind despairing thoughts of Florinda, from whom one smile were better to him than all those eye-pleasing delights, one accent from her lips, than all the ravishing warble of those Angelical voices, that there sang to Lutes and Viols, and other charming Instruments: so that his dejected eyes seldom afforded any there a look, as though they scorned to look on any, since Fortune forbade them to look on her whom they preferred before all: but the internal eyes of his Soul continually gazed upon the picture of Florinda, that was lively painted in his Fancy by the Pencil of affection. But Supper being ended, after some Masks and Revels, and other pleasures, the night being far spent, they all retired to their Lodgings.   

THE SECOND BOOK OF PANDION AND AMPHIGENIA.  
SWift-footed Time feathered with flying hours, of itself posts away with such celerity, that we are no sooner entered upon the Stage to act our parts on the Theatre of this world, but ere we are aware the Scene is concluded, and Death pronounces an Exit; yet the mirth and jollity of those happy days seemed to add wings unto it; while unhappy Periander, and the more unhappy, because so in the mids of so much happiness, would not permit the least joy to intrude into his heart, but abandoned his thoughts wholly to mournful meditations which though in themselves unpleasing, yet sweet to him, because hover in Love's Dominions, still lighted on so sweet a Centre as Florinda. Oft would he walk alone, and recount to himself his various misfortunes, and then account them all as Ciphers compared with his exilement from Florinda: but then joining both together, with a multiplying addition, how far (would he say) doth it surmount my Souls Arithmetic, to number my innumerable griefs! Had ever any one such mountains of sorrows heaped upon him, and not overwhelmed? Cetainly, they are not set for steps to climb to a Heaven of happiness, rather a● Tombs, where all my hopes, desires and joys may be interred.  
Thus as the Torpedo, when it feels itself ensnared by the deceitful hook, vomits ●orth a baneful humour into the briny Ocean, and not only fills the places near adjoining to her with a Chilling Ice, but sends it up to the Anglers hand, wherewith in a moment it 〈◊〉 and Charms his senses into a death-resembling sleep: so Periander's sorrow entangled with Love's Bait, not only filled his heart with the fumes of discontent, but infected all those Joys that seemed to Angle for it, with their delicious Baits; And one morning, by that time Aurora had spread her Vermilion Mantle, on Heaven's Azure floor, and the Sun's glistering Beams had gilded the mountain tops, Periander leapt out of his Bed, a●d went into the Walks, where the shadiness of the Trees, the coolness of the Air, which was fanned to and fro with Zephyrus wings, and the sweet agreeable murmuring of the Fountains, fomented in his Breast that humour which fed itself with the remembrance of Florinda.  
What strange unruly passions are these (said he) that thus stand Centinel at the doors of my senses, and deny Rest entrance, and if any Joys are suitors for the possession of my heart, they soon forbid the Banes, and thus domineering within the Kingdom of my troubled Breast, chase all contentment from me, so that methinks I could consume an Age in thinking, and make my Griefs keep Time with the Spheres harmonious motions, till time shall be no more; for as they do rise, but never set (for when they seem to set to us, they then rise to our Antipodes) so have my sorrows a beginning, but never ending, keeping a perpetual motion in my Breast; and when the morning begins, then doth my Heart greet the approaching light, with a hope-absco●ding Cloud of sighs, exhaled by the heat of Love's Passions, from the Ocean of Grief within my mind; and when the Evening begins to close the Day, then doth my Heart conclude it with showers of dewy Tears, and all proceeds from the remembrance of Florinda.  
Ah sweet remembrance (said he) happy were I, wouldst thou make me forget all other happiness, or smother the thoughts of my present misery. But more sweet Florinda, since all abstracted sweetness is lodged in thee, how could I part with Thee, and not part with Life? or rather how could I part with Life, in parting with Thee, and yet live? What was I senseless, that I could hear the fatal Messenger pronounce that more fatal sentence, and the very Cadence of his speech not stab me to the heart? Sure the very sound would have struck me dead, but alas, misery had so filled my Heart, that there was no room for death. Oh envious Fortune, couldst thou find no other time to blast my happiness, but in the blooming of it? In what poisonous composition didst thou dip thy envenomed shaft, that feathered both with Life and Death, shot Death to my happiness, but Life to my misery? Come once more, bend thy Bow, and since thou dost delight in my destruction, draw thy Dart up to the head, and here's a Breast prepared for thee.  
As he was further proceeding in his speech, he was interrupted with a doleful noise, which being handed to his ears by Echoes reverberations, seemed as if she had a fresh begun, with pining lamentations, to bewail her more pining Narcissus; but ere he could consider what it was, or whence it came, his ears were arrested with a train of mournful tones, that followed their flying predecessor, and then a piercing drilling cry would seem to be a treble to a murmuring Groan; but drawing near, hoping to find one to sympathise with him in his misery, he heard the voice form into these words.  
Oh heavens, were it not enough to take her hence, but you must take all mercy with her; alas, what need is there for mercy, where there is no misery? there is nothing but a boundless Sea of Happiness, and here nothing but a bottomless abyss of Wo. Oh command Death to unlock the doors of happiness, that I may enter in and exchange these Heart-infringing Groans, for the Heaven-bred Raptures of that Seraphic Choir that surround the Heavenly Throne, and these Soul-melting Tears, for those Nectarian stream● of immortal pleasures. Come, Death, thou that art so prodigal of thy Darts, to shoot a Virgin in the Aurora of her days, whose fresh smiles would have melted the most flinty heart into mercy, come spare a shaft to me, whose age aswell as miseries inviteth. Oh! why art thou grown thus preposterous to take the young, and leave the old? would not her Beauty move pity in thy heart? Methinks her blushing Cheeks might have made thee ashamed of thy cruelty. How couldst thou find in thy heart to thrust thy scythe into her tender sides? Sure, no such thing as Love could be the cause, no, Love never resides in an obdurate Heart. And ah, the Grave is too hard a marriage Bed, and thy looks too ghastly for her to delight in thy cold embracements. Come then to me, to whom thou shalt be welcome, puff out this blaze of Life, and let my fledged Soul take her Wing. Thinkest thou that a few Tears can supply with moisture, what so many griefs and years have dried up? No surely, long it cannot be, ere my sublime Soul must bid farewell to all these transitory Griefs and Joys.  
Having spoken this, he concluded with such a groan, as if he had ended his speech and Life together. But Periander, no longer able to conceal himself from, nor from himself him that was the author of these sad lamentations, which he thought could suit with none as with him, accounting (as it is the property of all men) his own condition most lamentable, discovered to himself, and himself to an ancient man apparelled in a Gown of grey, resembling a Pilgrim's weed, lying along in a darksome Cave, the darksomness whereof made it resemble a Vaul● or Grave, as his paleness made him resemble a Ghost, so that he lay as if he had been entombed alive.  
Periander at first stood still, having his thoughts distracted between pity and amazement, and gazed upon him, but then returning to himself, he requested the Pilgrim (for so he seemed to be) to inform him of the cause of his mournful complaints, telling him, that he had a sufficient share of sorrow, and therefore knew how to bear a part in that doleful Consort, and that he had found by experience, that when he had a partner in grief, it eased him of half his misery, two being able to support that burden, that one will sink under. And that if it lay in his power, no way else to avail him, yet he could sympathise with him. True (answered the Pilgrim) but you yourself say you have a sufficient share already, and therefore I need make no addition: and alas the story of my fortunes would make an Adamantine heart relent, and move pity in a Soul that had for ever exiled all mercy from it. The relation (answered Periander) may add to my griefs, not to my misery, and detract from them, as much as their relating may give ease to you, which will be some though small, because one grief concealed, more grievous is, than ten imparted. Since you are thus desirous (replied the Pilgrim) of a thing so undesirable, I shall consent.  
Know then that my name is Geryon, by birth a Nobleman of this Realm, I had a Daughter (and then the tears stood in his eyes, as doubtful whether they should leave their Aged Mansions, or continue there) her name was Helena, her Parts and Beauty made her both desirable and desired, by many principal Noblemen in the Court. Many suitors she had; among the rest, there came a young Gentleman, named Pentheus, a man (as I must needs say) of incomparable worth; though as I then thought, too undeserving for my Daughter, but now I both see and rue my pride (and then the tears gushed forth, but proceeding) the wealth and honour of the rest so eclipsed his merits, and dazzled the eyes of my judgement, that I thought him fitter for her menial servant, than a servant in affection. But I disliked him not so much as my Daughter liked him, or rather I disliked him the more, because she liked him, not out of want, but excess of over-vehement affection to her. But my hate to him, could not quench her love to him, but rather increased it, which for a while was interrupted upon this occasion. Often had I forbade him coming to my house, threatening little less than Death, charging my Daughter also upon penalty of my utter displeasure, not to entertain him in her Arms, or in her heart; but as the latter was impossible for her to effect, so the former was attended with little less difficulty, being as unwilling to do the one, as unable to do the other; so that they continued still their stolen meetings, which was not so private, but it came to my ear, so that perceiving, they little minded my threatenings, I minded little to threaten, but laid an Ambushment to entrap them one Evening, who passing along as they were toying and discoursing and using their wont Dalliances, my servants started up and apprehended them; her they brought home, and him they carried into a Wood, that was some miles distant from thence, with intentions to kill him, but they were set upon by the Knights of Clausus Castle, and some killed, others wounded, and many carried prisoners to the Castle, among which he was one. Those few that remained and escaped, fled in haste to acquaint me with the event of the action, which did then exceedingly delight and content me, such was my wicked folly, that I never considered what would be the event of such a wicked event; the eyes of my affection and judgement being blinded with the dazzling of that happiness I flattered myself withal, which I thought nothing then could impede, when such an obstacle and impediment was removed away; but ah, there was a greater obstruction, my wickedness, that I minded not to remove, which is that that now more afflicts me, than all the misery and misfortune that is inflicted upon me; such is the adversity that attends wicked prosperity, and succeeds prosperous successes in wickednesses, they do but harden the actor in his enormous courses, and by that means fit him for inevitable ruin, whilst he taken with the appearing sweetness of such transient happiness, regards not to repress those exorbitances, which in the end depress him with misery.  
Pentheus' being gone, nothing now remained, but to match my Daughter to the most deserving of her noble suitors, amongst whom was one Trebonius, a young Nobleman, of great estate and power. As his affections were most vehemently bend towards my Daughter, so were mine towards him, esteeming him in my over-partial judgement as far to excel Pentheus, in worth and excellency, as he did exceed him in riches, though that worth to my grief I found chiefly consisted in worthless wealth and honour. To him was I determinately resolved to marry my Daughter, and to that end used what arguments and persuasions I was able to prevail upon her affections; but as they were not in my power to command, so neither could she compel them to obey; which I perceiving, was forced to use my paternal authority, by which at length, with many arguments and threatenings, I got her consent, not because she was pleased in her choice, but because her choice was to please me, so that in fine married they were, to my great joy and contentment. But, alas, what constancy is there in humane estates? for when we are surrounded with the greatest prosperity, than many times are we also environed with the greatest disasters; good nor evil never abiding in one posture, so it was with me. Little did I preconceive what a part Fortune, or rather misfortune had to act in this Tragi-comedy. But whatever I conceived, that monstruous birth, that Fortune was then conceiving, made me a monster of misery, which was Midwived by this occasion.  
Of late two strange Knights by their valour, killed the Captain Clausus, took the Castle, and redeemed the prisoners, (all which I suppose, you cannot be ignorant of, for it's not only the discourse, but the admiration both of Court and Kingdom) amongst which he was one, that was released from that Captivity, but, ah! to be ensnared in a greater Captivity both of affection and misery. For no sooner was the Castle won, but with all speed possible, he ran, first to inform the King, of the Castle's surprisal, and then with greater haste, spurred on by a despairing hope, to inform my Daughter, the Queen of his heart, of his own delivery. But the first object that saluted his eyes, was to behold Helena in Trebonius arms.  
Here a most Rhetorical Orator might have a fair field to emblazon with Eloquence, the strange diversity of Passions, that abounded in their hearts at the first encountering. He whose mind before was distracted between despair, and hope, was now wholly distracted with despair. In his face, one might have read a combat between the Beams of Love and Beauty, and Cloud of grief and hatred, and all these stunned with a maze of amazement; whilst she no less answered his affection with reciprocal interchanges of Passion, at first she blushed, as ashamed of her unfaithfulness, and then looked pale with fear, lest I should perceive her blushing; but then she blushed again, lest her paleness should be discovered, so that there seemed a sweet contention between the Rose and the Lily, which should have the possession of her face.  
At length Pentheus, like one returned from a ●rance, flung away with such a frowning mourning disdainful pale countenance, as if anger, grief, hatred, and death itself, had all begun to prey upon him, and all strove which should have the greatest share. Which poor Helena seeing, no longer able to contain, gave a sigh, as if that breath had been her last, after which the tears gushed out, which trickled down her Cheeks, like Pearls dissolved, just as the blushing Rose, watered with Heavenly dew, when the soft Air gently breathes upon it, those Crystal drops leave their perfumed dwelling, and distil upon the ground; so did her tears blown with sweet gales of gentle sighs, leave the Crystalline mansions of her eyes, and descend upon the floor; which she strove against with so sweet a violence, as added such a grace to her sorrow, that instead of restraining it she constrained us to imitate her stormy eyes, so that there were scarce any present, who were not drawn into society of their tears. But at length swinging out of her Husband's arms, with a hateful look in a lovely countenance, counting him the only object of her hatred, and cause of all her misery, she run to her chamber, and there made this complaint to herself, which I her Husband stealing after her, overheard.  
Hardhearted Father (said she, and well thou mayst call me so) could a little estate bribe your affection so, as not to regard the miserable estate of your poor Daughter? True it is I derived my being from you, a blessing which I can never requite, but alas, the blessing of a being cannot countervail the misery of a miserable being, which I have also derived from you: for better never come into this miserable world, than come into such a world of misery, as I am now involved in, so that my Heart, Head, Eyes and Tongue are too barren of Sighs, Thoughts, Tears and Words, to express my unexpressible grief; come all you fountains, fill my head with Springs of Tears, and all you Clouds dissolve in showers, and come and inhabit my eyes, that so these thirsty Eyes which before quaffed in such draughts of Love, may now be punished for their sweet intemperance, and satiated with overflowing streams of briny tears, or rather that this sinking soul of mine might be swallowed up in a deluge of surging griefs. Ah hateful Trebonius, from thee flows all my misery, oh that my eyes had been masked with an eternal night, when first they beheld thy loathed face, or that my marriage bed had been my grave, and instead of my Epithalamum, that they had warbled out my Epicaedium; then might my touring soul, whilst they were chanting forth their doleful tones here below, have boar a part among the Angelical Hierarchy, and there unskreen those awful secrets, which are only reserved for the eyes of purified souls, where no woes dare crave for entrance, but all joys enjoyed in their full perfection. Ah my dear Pentheus, little thinkst thou what a faithful lover thy poor Helena is to thee, and what a kill thought it is to me to think that my foolish, but necessitated levity, should occasion thee to harbour any hard thoughts of me, the very thought is able to put me beyond all thinking. Oh my sweet guardian Angel (if any such be allotted to my protection, which sure if there were, all these miseries would not befall me) I say, if any such I have, prepare thy wings, haste quickly, fly to my Pentheus, and tell him that he is more dear to Helena● than ever, and that a forced marriage hath only changed her State, not her, and though another to her endless grief enjoyed her Body, yet none her Heart, which she hath kept entire for him, and that her chaste unstained soul, hath not embraced a thought or desire, that hath thought of or desired any other but him. But why do I fond bemoan myself to these senseless walls, haste I will to him, without whom to Live, were worse than Death, and with whom to Die, is better than Life. And therewithal she ran out of the chamber, and ran down stairs, but her speed was stopped by an affrightful messenger, that looked like one arisen from the dead, to bring news from those dark Regions, and as one that regarded not, or indeed knew, neither what nor to whom he spoke, in a mournful tone, belched out by parcels the death of Pentheus.  
Helena, whose former griefs had carried her to such an excessive raging, that they had transported her beyond herself, so that at first she minded not what the messenger spoke, but Trebonius and I who still followed her, he jealous of her, and I, what would be the issue, demanded of the man the manner of it; He like one newly awaked from a terrible dream, who looks about to see whether his past thoughts were realities, or only the productions of his fancy, mustering up his senses, and collecting his thoughts, told us, that passing by, it was his fortune to come just as Pentheus was speaking his last words, some of which, as well as his confused memory could retain, he said were these, Oh Helena, how willingly would I resign my life, might my remembrance but lie entombed in thy sweet thoughts, where thy daily meditations of me would be better than embalming spices; would Heaven grant me such a favour, I should then count the divorce between my soul and body, the sweetest marriage to the greatest happiness. How soon would I build my Funeral Pile of woes and miseries, and enkindle them with the flames of Love, and therein consume myself to Ashes, might those Ashes be kept as a relic of one of Love's Martyrs, within the Urn of thy breast. Well may I call thy Heart, a glassy Urine, seeing I have found it both brittle and transparent. But ah! what woman is not so? she must have degenerated from her Feminine nature, or have been some third sex, had she been endued with a faithful constancy; for Woman she could not be, and Man she was not; Oh what a thing were Woman, should her visage alter with her mind, and her external form should receive constant figurations from that inconstant mould! she would be twenty several women in a moment. Never was any Chameleon or Proteus more subject to various mutabilities. But why do I blame the whole Sex for the unfaithfulness of one, and why do I blame her for my own unworthiness? ah it was not her inconstancy to me, but my inconstancy to any thing of worth, that made her hate me. I that was the reason, I am not worthy of her; of her? no, not to live. Then once more I bid farewell to all my hopes, farewell all false deluding pleasures, painted woes, sugared lies, and farewell Helena, the sum of all; thou hast already pierced my heart with a wound more deep though not so deadly as this; with that I ran in, but ere my trembling feet could convey me to him, his bloody knife had made passage for his soul to fly from her claiy prison. My daughter who had by this time so far come to her senses, as sensibly to understand the sequel of the story; no sooner heard it, but overwhelmed with the raging agony of a furious passion, ran up stairs, whom still we carefully pursued; but ah! my tongue falters, and my heart fails to speak the rest, and then the tears began to glide down his Cheeks in such a liberal manner, that Periander could not forbear to incorporate his with them, but entreating him to proceed, he thus went on. Ah said he, the rest is so tragical, that it cannot be heard or related without a fractured heart; for we could not follow her so fast as she followed death, neither did we overtake her, ere she had overtaken it; for seeing herself pursued, and no other way to bereave herself of life, she leapt out of the window; which Trebonius seeing, as one already carried out of himself with horror, despair, and amazement, knowing himself to be the cause of all these bloody Tragedies, to appease their Ghosts, which otherwise he thought might continually attend him with affrighting representations in this world, he would attend them in the other, and thereupon leapt after her; so that as if Fortune had studied how to exercise her uttermost power in making me miserable in one moment, I was deprived of Son and Daughter, Joy and Comforts all at once, so that hopeless of ever superviving such extremity of miseries, I resolved to spend the residue of my few days in preparing for death, which my age now begins to summon to. Scarce had he concluded his lamentable relation of a more lamentable story, but a panting messenger came running with such haste, as if his ambitious legs unsensible of their burden, had contended which should be esteemed the swiftest, or attain the period of their journey the soon. His message was to require Geryon from the King with speed to haste to Court; who accordingly arose, and accompanied with Periander, presently walked thither, where the first species that did greet his eyes was the King and his Daughter Helena, with their hands intermixed, coming to meet him; no sooner had his eyes beheld her, but as if they had retained their visive power only for such a sight, and now satiated with that, resolved for ever to exclude all other objects that might exclude it, determined never to see more▪  
His aged Heart rend with the violent extremities of over flowing excess of misery, and now a too prodigal access of comfort, not able to contain his vital spirits, he in a moment, just as he was going to salute and embrace her, malicious Death, as envying him so much happiness, tripped up his heels, and robbed him of life and kiss and all; which Helena seeing, showing no less dutiful affection to him dead, than living, after many vain endeavours to recall his revolted spirits, caused his funerals to be solemnised with as much state, as his quality required and her ability could perform. Fortune who had hitherto filled the eyes and ears of all men, with nothing but dismal Tragedies, was now minded to play a wanton reek, and as sated with so much blood, for its better digestion brought in this Comical adventure amongst them.  
It happened that one evening as they newly concluded their Supper, a messenger came, and privately whispered in Helena's ear, telling her that an ancient Gentleman without desired the favour of some converse with her. She granted it, bade the messenger to invite him in. He drawing near, after humble obeisance made to the King, and the rest there present, directed his speech to the Lady Helena in this sort.  
Madam, said he, it was my fortune to be present at the death of unhappy Pentheus (but who can be unhappy, that ever was beloved by such a Lady as your ●●lf?) who bequeathed his last gasp into my mouth, which as well as I could understand, breathed out these words. Go tell dear Helena, said he, (and dear may I well call her, since she hath cost me my life) that here I die, a mirror of Love and Faithfulness, and a true pattern of a faithful Lover. And moreover commanded me to beg of you, that if any sparks of love or mercy to him yet remained, and conjure you by the former testimonies of affection, and the sweet remembrance of your more sweet embrace, you would for your own sake, if not for his (for otherwise his unquiet Ghost would never rest appeased) entertain my Son as your servant, whilst Trebonius remains alive, and after as your husband, that so the resemblance that he bears of him, may be a continual Memento to you. And now, Madam, said he, I have performed the Will of the dead on my part, the residue of obedience only remains on yours. of which I cannot but promise myself performance; for sure so much cruelty and unfaithfulness as to deny, cannot be disguised under so sweet a vizard as Nature hath adorned your face withal. And then he stopped, earnestly waiting Helena's answer, who first making many sighs and tears a prologue to her discourse, made this Reply. Sir, said she, I call heaven to witness to my faithfulness and constancy, whose All-surveying Eye sees into the most abstruse retirements of the Soul, and knoweth all its most secret productions, to whom I dare appear. Surely, had I been faithless to such a one, had the whole world's contracted powers, endeavoured to Barricado me against heaven's vengeance, all their united force had been but as paper bulwarks. My spotless innocency is the only Brazen Wall, that can protect me from its Cannon shot, which I humbly importune heaven (and then she kneeled) that the very Clouds might discharge against this breast, if there be any other than truth and faithfulness in me toward my Pentheus. Madam (answered the other) such imprecations are unnecessary; he whose distrustful breast, dares lodge an unbelieving thought of what comes from so sweet a mouth, may Cassandra's curse in its full extent light on him, never to be believed by any, though he should swear by all thate sacred, no, not by himself, that so when he himself by an infernal instinct, should prophesy his own ruin, his base mistrust might not permit him to use means for anticipation.  
It is my confidence of your perseverence, that makes me persevere in confidence, to urge his dying request, than the concession of which, there can be no greater manifestation of your love and constancy; but the refusal would not only by actions contradict your words, but oppose that which Fate and Nature seem to conjoin their powers, and combine together to accomplish; the former, by removing away your husband Trebonius, the only Remora, and the latter by bestowing such a resemblance of Pentheus on my Son, as I am persuaded, when you see him, you will not easily be convinced, that it is any other than he himself. What an unfaithful faithfulness were that (replied she) that were to commit the highest falseness, veiled with a pretended fidelity. No (said she) let Fate and Nature conspire how they will, all their combinations shall never make me love any other but Pentheus. And whatever similitude your Son may have of him, it cannot be a greater resemblance, than his Idea indelebly engraven in my heart.  
Then (said he) since you will have none but him, here he is, and with that he pulled off a vizard, and discovered himself to be Pentheus indeed. Helena, in whose mind grief had so fixed the death of Pentheus, that hard it was by all Arguments for him to eradicate the belief of it thence, but she stood rather as if she had been affrighted with his Ghost, than delighted with his presence, but Pentheus continued still his persuasions, telling her the truth, how that when he went away from her, he was so transported with the rage of a passionate madness, that he resolved to kill himself, and therefore fled into the next Wood, where meeting with some men, he to hide his intentions, ran into a Cave, and when he thought that the Coast was clear, and none to interrupt his bloody design, he ran a kni●e into his breasts, but his good fate more careful of him, than he of himself, fenced so well for him, as broke both his thrust, and his weapon, by glancing it on a rib; the wound made him give a groan, so that some undiscovered persons, that still remained in the Wood, came speedily in, and carrying him to the next house, compelled him to be dressed, where having ●ain some time, the strange news of her death and recovery came to his ears, and every circumstance of it, how she leapt out of the window, and her Husband Trebonius after her; how her fall broke his heart, but his, his neck, and how she had only bruised her fair limbs, and the breath for a while expelled out of her body, but that loath so soon to be turned out of its sweet Tenement, resolved still to continue, and bless the world with the enjoyment of so much excellency. This news (he said) was a greater Cordial and restorative to him, than all the Galenists and Paracelsians in the world were able to compose, and he that before was so desirous of death, was now as eager of life, and had rather he had a thousand lives to regain, that he might spend them all in the fruition of Helena's sweet society; so that now willingly accepting, whatsoever might restore him, he was in a short time, by the diligence and care of the Surgeons, perfectly cured, and resolving to make a trial of her constancy, and whether Fame had not been a liar, he came in this disguise. This speech being confirmed by some Gentlemen, Companions of Pentheus, convinced Helena. Then no longer able to withstand the Invasion of their minds, they mutually embraced each other, so that by agreement and consent of all, the Nuptials were the next day to be celebrated.  
After the joyful Nuptials of Theon and Roxana, Pentheus and Helen● were solemnised, with great joy and admiration, Periandor and Danpion took leave of the King, and the rest of the Court, to proceed in quest of their Fortune, and after many fruitless importunings from all there present, but especially the King, who seemed to be passionately desirous of their stay, telling them that as their worth was such, that no place in the world but would be proud of such Guests, so his estimation of them was such (though short of their merits) that their presence should be more acceptable to none than to him, Danpion replied, Great Sir (said he) to be enthroned in your Royal thoughts, and estimation, is a reward that would transcend an Angels merits, much more my poor deserts, which if I have any thing mine, that can arrogate this title, it is but the reflection of yours. If I have any worth in me (answered the King) it consists in this, that I delight to see it in any, and to reward it, where I see it, which your departure disinables me to do. Royal Sir (said Danpion) the many glorious and happy days, we have already spent under the heaven of your Court, hath so involved us already in a Sea of obligations, that we desire no longer to live, than our obsequiousness should attend your commands, but to continue longer, were to plunge ourselves yet deeper, and by that means enforce ourselves, in despite of our greatest gratitude to die ingrateful. King Melampus seeing his persuasions vain, with many ceremonies, dismissed them.  
Periander and Danpion having consumed many days, in a long and tedious journey into Thessalia, and passing thorough many Cities therein, to inform themselves the better how the affairs of State were managed, as Trica, and Phthia, and Trachys, and Phyllus, and over the high mountains Ossa, Oeta, and Pindus, where they met with many strange adventures, at length they came to Tempe, a place not undeservedly renowned for pleasure. It seemed as if the whole world's delights had been there Epitomised, and contracted into a lesser volume, but more excellent Character. There were delicious fragrant Gardens, enameled with odoriserous flowers, large and envious Woods, whose s●ady locks swept the Chambers of the Air, and seemed to dance to the harmonious retorting of the reverberating Ecchoe's; delightful Groves, within whose embracing boughs dwell the winged Musicians of the Air, chanting forth their Love Sonnets in Care-charming accents; walks of love bestrewed with Roses and Lilies, bedewed with the sweet drops spouted from Crystal Fountains; fresh purling rivulets, whose delightful streams tuned their agreeing murmurs to the soft whispers of the wagging leaves, frizzled by Zephyrus wanton wings, the spreading boughs casting such pleasing shades on the smiling ground, like the shadowy strokes in a picture, made it more florid and delightsome; the trembling leaves moved by the fresh breathe of the healthful Air, dancing to the harmonious curl of the Azure streams, with such peaceful pleasure, as would have forced a Stoic to have indulged his most obdurate mind to loves melting passions. And all this surrounded partly with lofty mountains, whose high towering tops seemed to scale the Clouds, as ambitious both to behold and embrace these rare delights, and partly with little hills of meaner ascent, whereon there blew the most pure refined gusts of clarified Air. Many Palaces here were, for the nobles and Knights of Thessalia, but in the centre of all stood the Kings, a most magnificent structure, the Walls of Porphiry, rough-cast with shining Carbuncles, and other precious stones, cast in devises, Scutcheons, and Emblems, enclosed with a Quadrangle-platform of Jasper, made level with battlements. At each corner, a sumptuous convent, wherein was a stately Temple dedicated to Venus, Diana, and Pallas, signifying the three chief feminine Excellencies, Chastity, Wisdom, and Beauty. Within, were Magazines of Arms, Wardrobes, rich edifices, for the King's Attendants, besides many Groves of Cypress and Cedar, goodly Gardens and Fountains encompassed with Balisters of Copper, and fair Arches, supported with Brazen Pillars.  
Danpion and Periander, that they might the better view these glistering buildings, and the other ravishing delights, that the place did abound withal, went up a little hill, on whose brow, they beheld in the bottom, a pleasant Vale, with a more pleasant Garden. In the midst of which there was a Bath, surrounded with a Wall of Jet, and over head to defend it from the Sun's piercing rays, an Arched Roof, supported by Statues, standing upon gilded Columns, each Statue holding in her hand a silver Rod, on which hung Curtains of white Damask, fringed with green Silk and Gold; one of which being drawn, Pandion espied a most lovely Lady, resting her soft Limbs in a Chair of Jet, made at the Basis of a Pillar, Combing her golden Tresses, newly come out of the Bath, so that the Silver drops, as it were grown ponderous, with overburdening grief, that there nature should compel them to leave the possession of so much perfection, fell in Tears from her Snow-white Limbs. Each part was enshrined in so much excellency, that Pandion felt his heart arrested with strange passions, so that he could not restrain his eyes from surveying her rapting features, and the more he gazed the more he desired to gaze, and the more admirable she seemed.  
Her eyes like two Lucent Stars, shining with such a transporting influence, as Pandion grew an Astrologian, and his eyes Stargazers, fixedly observing the motions of these two wand'ring Planets, whose every Beam darted a living death. Her arched brows, where sat a mild sweet Majesty, seemed like two bows of love, strung with his heart strings. Her eyelids like Ivory covers to two Cabinets, filled with Diamonds, at their opening a thousand sparkling Gems would shine with a radiant fulgor, and at their closing, as many would be eclipsed. Each cheek seemed a Rosy Paradise, intermixed with Lilies. Her lips like shreds of Vermilion Satin, enclosed two polished rows of Ivory teeth, from whence such sweet persuming fumes steamed forth, as the very Air, when she drew her breath, seemed to press with delight into her delicate mouth. Her nose, chin and neck were of so pure a whiteness, as the Lilies looked pale with grief to see themselves so far excelled. Her breasts were like two Ivory Casks of Nectar, from whence leads a milky way to Cupid's Palace. Her lovely hair, which the wanton wind sportively tossed to and fro, one while from her, that it might the more freely kiss her Snowy skin, then twist it in intricate Curls, and then divide it, now take a Tress, and fan her face, and then a golden thread, and dally with her eye, so that it seemed to wove a Net to entangle Pandions' heart, whiles her Lily hand endeavoured to repress those lascivious exorbitancies with a silver Combe, so that Pandion was in doubt, which was the more happy, her hair to be methodised by so sweet a hand, or her hand to handle such excellent hair, so sweet both by Art and Nature, as would make one wish for Mars his fortune, to be ensnared in a Vulcan's Net, were it made of such Heavenly Wire. Her legs like two Columns of Alabaster, or Atlases, which supported this little world of Excellency. Pandion whose sight was resisted by nothing, but his avaricious eyes had full freedom to fill their Pearly Coffers with those sweet treasures, had the flames of affection so augmented with admiration and delight, that loath to trust the brittle treasury of his eyes, he locked them in his heart. And having his Wit refined by love, and he inspired with a Poetic fury, he to himself, lest Periander should hear, in mournful Airs, warbled forth this Song.  
What strange untrained passions do control,  
And domineer within my troubled Soul?  
What means this crowd of thoughts within my breast?  
Hath some strange antic fury dispossessed  
Me of my Reason? Oh, 'tis Love I see,  
That of my mind usurps the Sovereignty;  
And hath deposed my Will. Oh traitorous Eyes!  
You are the inlets of my miseries;  
You are th'incendiaries of this Civil War,  
Within my breast, answer to Reason's Bar,  
My heart's two Crystal Forts, how durst ye unclose  
Your Ivory doors, to admit such throngs of Woes?  
Ah 'tis her Conquering Beauty, that's the Key,  
That hath unlocked my Heart, unveiled my Eye,  
That th' one cannot but look, the other love,  
And both admire, what Deity above,  
Mindless of us, poor lovers here, doth give,  
To rapting Beauty such prerogative.  
A skin where Rose and Lily do intwine  
Themselves in lovely mixtures, and combine  
To make a box, where sweets compacted lie;  
Perfections quintessence is heavens Alchemy,  
Divine Elixir, that turns all to Gold,  
Her hands do touch, or her fair Eyes behold,  
This heavenly extract, stamped with sweet, divine,  
And heart-attracting features is a Coin  
Might pass among the Gods; what is't they prize,  
But she excels? the lustre of her eyes  
Exceeds the Stars; should she her fair hand lay,  
On water, straight 'twould turn Ambrosia.  
Not all the Goddesses can spin so rare,  
So fine, so soft a thread as is her hair.  
Oh, how my heart's entangled in each Curl!  
Whilst my eyes envy the rude wind should hurl  
Such golden treasure, and have free access  
To her, for whom I pine without redress.  
In fine each part is fine, rare and divine,  
A mine of worth, oh would her worth were mine.  
Well then my Eyes, since thus you'd bribed be,  
My heart too render to my enemy;  
And suffer Cupid in a golden shower  
Of beauty, to descend into the Tower,  
And ravish there my Heart without control,  
This is your mulct, to quench my burning Soul,  
You are amerced by Love's all-conquering power,  
Tributes of tears to pay, each day and hour.  
But having concluded, he looked about to see if Periander perceived his Passions, but as he turned his head aside, he saw a Gentleman on horseback, a pretty distance off, beckoning with his hand to come to him. They rid up to him, and as they approached near, he met them with this salutation, Sir (said he) pardon my abrupt interruption of your pleasing meditations, and impute this seeming rudeness, not to my incivility, but my care and respect, for I perceive you are strangers in Thessalia, and as unacquainted with the place, so with the Laws and Customs. Actaeon's punishment is allotted to Actaeon's Crime, whosoever is seen to gaze into that Bath, though they cannot transform his shape, yet he shall speedily be apprehended by a kennel of bloodhounds, that lie in wait to devour all passengers, that dare once glance their eye, to pry into these forbidden secrets.  
They gave him humble thanks for his care, and requested him, further to inform them of that Custom, lest their ignorance hereafter might expose them to any danger, which now his civility had freed them from▪ Sirs (said he) that I may make some satisfaction, for that Error, which in part I must acknowledge I am guilty of, be pleased to accept of entertainment at my house, which that I may engage you not to refuse, I shall defer any further relation, till we are there.  
Periander and Danpion received his courteous invitation with all gratefulness, and road along with them, until they came on the top of the hill, whence they beheld in a great Plain beset with many ranks of Trees, a fair house, bordering on a River, whither with speed they road. The house was built of fair Freestone, both strong and delightfully seated, that showed a kind of thirsty prodigality, and that they had consideration both to profit and pleasure; where having entered in a while, and refreshed themselves, the Gentleman began this Relation.  
This Country of Thessalia, as it hath been ever famous for pleasure and delight, being counted the Flower of the World, a Paradise upon Earth, and a place where the Golden Age, that had forsaken all other places, hath nested itself; but also for a well-tempered Government, being a kind of Monarchical Aristocracy, which neither derogates from the Royal power and prerogative, nor yet detracts from the people's just rights, liberties, and proprieties; Till of late Agis our deceased King, by his many tyrannical Impositions, and illegal Usurpations, rendered both himself and the Covernment odious and contemptible, so that in fine he was deprived of Crown and Kingdom by Hiarbas King of Caonia, who now reigns, and as he succeeded him in Regal power, so in Tyrannical Invasions upon the people's Liberties, Ruling by the Sword of Conquest, not the Sword of Justice, so that of late, most of the Nobility, and great numbers of the Commonalty have adhered to young Pandio●s Interest, Son to Agis, who is now up in Arms, and hath seized upon most of the principal Cities, Forts, and Garrisons, in the Kingdom, and grown so strong, that Hiarbas perceiving it was not in his power to quell such a mighty force, without great hazard of his Life and Kingdom, and loath to refer the decision of so great a controversy, to such an unconstant unfaithful Umpire, as the Fortune of War, to accord all differences hath proffered his only Daughter Amphigenia to be joined in marriage with Pandion, and no less than the whole Kingdom of Caonia as her Dowry for the present, and to succeed him in the Kingdom of Thessalia, after his Death.  
These great proposals one would think would be a Sovereign remedy to heal all differentes, the Lady Amphigenia being in all respects so incomparably excellent, that none but would esteem themselves gainers, to exchange a Kingdom for the possession of her; Her eyes containing more precious Gems, than ever yet adorned a Prince's Diadem; her fingers Sceptres for the God of Love, such as all Kingly Sceptres must do homage to. If your eyes ever were blest with the sight of her, I am sure you would say, that none but would refuse a Crown, to be Crowned with her Love, much less would any reject such a Paragon, laden not only with all Heavenly perfections, but with Earthly Crowns and Sceptres, having one Kingdom in present possession, and another in reversion, and all to purchase Pandions' consent to his own happiness, which notwithstanding he more blind than the Fortune that doth attend him sees not, but proceeds in his warlike preparations, and resolves to have all or none, whether it be evil Counselors that inconsiderately stimulate him to these rash proceedings, or what the reason is, some conjecture, few know, and most admire. But however these two things are known to be the main obstructers of our peace, the one is, Pandion hath long been in love with a Nun, who by reason of her indispensable vow, cannot consent to his desires, so that he is resolved not to purchase a Kingdom with the loss of his Love, which he conceives he can obtain by force. The other is, the Lady Amphigenia hath such a perfect Antipathy against all men, (but her Father, which nature forbids, lest it should contradict itself,) that she abhors the sight of any, and will not endure to hear of marriage, though upon the most advantageous and honourable terms, and with the most excellent and absolutely complete person the whole world could afford. And her Father Hiarbas, taking exceeding joy and delight in her, accounting her the only prop and staff of his age, hath granted her this request, that as she hath vowed, that if ever she become an Amorist, and place her affections upon any person, she will never join herself in marriage without her Father's consent, so neither shall he enjoin her marriage with any without hers. And moreover hath obtained this, that none shall so much as make suit to her, or once behold her, without their mutual consent; And who should dare ignorantly or otherwise to cast an intruding look into that Bath and Garden whither she frequently resorts to sport herself with her Female companions, forfeit no less than their eyes for their saucy presumption. And that was the reason that I beckoned to you to come away with speed, not daring engage myself to run so great a hazard as to go to inform you of your error, which otherwise civility would have obliged me to, lest we should all be ensnated, and then my punishment had been equal, if not exceeding yours. 〈…〉 five of Pandions' Knights were riding over that hill, and being exceedingly taken with the gallantry of the place, stood awhile to gaze, ignorant what would be the event, and it happened that at the same time King Hiarbas, and his Daughter Amphigenia were walking together in the Garden, and no sooner espied them, but sent several Knights after them, who overtook and apprehended them, and brought them to the King, to whom they acknowledged who they were, and humbly craved of him, that since their chief crime was ignorance, and their sight as precious as their lives, they might die like men, by the valiant hands of some of his hardy Knights, who durst encounter them. Some of Hiarbas Knights being present, provoked with so bold a challenge, begged of the King to permit the combat, who after much persuasions granted it; but because Pandions' Knights were then unprovided of all accoutrements fit for the duels, and Hiarbas Knights scorning to take any dishonourable advantage, the day was appointed, which will be about three days hence, the place in an open plain, equally distant from Hiarbas palace, and Pandions' Castle.  
Danpion hearing this story was struck with such a maze of distracting thoughts, that all the whole strength of reason could hardly curb, despairing of ever obtaining his Kingdom, or her whom he prized above it, and amazed to hear that another had usurped his name and power, all which he endeavoured to conceal, as well as his unbridled passions would permit. But both he and Periander, betraying by their looks the thoughts of their mind, that they were desirous of some private conference, the Gentleman withdrew and left them to their desired privacy, when after some discourses that passed betwixt them, they concluded that the only way to accomplish their ends, was for the one to insinuate himself into the King's favour, the other into the Impostors, that so they might be informed and inform each other of the most private determinations of them both, and by that means foment new divisions in either party, and interrupt any reconcilement betwixt them, and so in time destroy them both; and then Danpion engaged, that if ever he attained to the Crown, he would raise what forces he was able, and invade Corinth for the regaining of Florinda. And (said Danpion) the fates themselves could not have devised a more fit and happy opportunity than this that now presents itself, for when the combat is, we will stand at such a distance, where unseen of any, we may behold which party hath the advantage, and are most probable to prove victorious, and which declineth, and said he, if Hiarbas Knights are much worsted than will I come in and defend them, and if I chance to prove a victor, do you then immediately come and make a challenge to me, which I'll accept, and after a few skirmishes betwixt us, you may kill my Horse, and with some other accidents, that our wits refined in the heat of courage, will be then pregnant to invent, you may disarm me and give me my Life. And the same part shall you act if Pandions' Knights are overcome, by which means we may both be accepted of, the one by Hiarbas, the other by Pandion. Periander much approved of his witty politic advice, and willingly embraced what Danpion had propounded.  
The day being come, whereon Mars was to be the bloody arbitrator between the two discording parties, Danpion and Periander having fitly armed themselves for their intended enterprise, rode to the place appointed, where they found the Tents were pitched, and two Scaffolds erected on either side the lists, covered with crimson velvet, and Chairs of cloth of Gold within, the one for Hiarbas, the other for Pandion, each holding a golden Rod in his hand, and attended according to agreement, with two hundred armed Knights.  
Then came Lord Petronius, clothed in a robe of Gold, that by consent of both was chosen Lord High Constable for that day, and entered the Lists, before whom came sixty Gentlemen and Squires, bearing two Royal swords before him, the one sheathed, as Lieutenant to Hiarbas, signifying that the power of his sword was invested with sovereign authority; and the other naked, as Pandions' Lieutenant, betokening that as he was unjustly stripped from his power by the sword, so he would defend his just right, naked, from any false deluding glosses, with the sword.  
After them followed two Heralds clothed with the Apparel of their Office, and carrying two Coats of Arms, the one belonging to Hiarbas, being his Coat, quartered with the Arms of the two Kingdoms of Thessaly and Caonia, and the other Pandions' Arms, quartered only with the Arms of Thessalia. After them many young Pages, in Vermilion Satin, richly embroidered with Gold.  
The Lord Constable having surrounded the Camp, and viewed it every where, he caused the King's Heralds to make this proclamation, in the name of King Hiarbas, that if Fortune should incline to his adverse party, and his Knights should be conquered, he pronounced freedom for any hardy Knight (excepting those appointed to guard his person) that out of loyalty to their King, and to defend his just Authority, and to merit honour, would hazard his person against the Conquerors, to encounter them, at the holding of the King's golden Rod, and if he overcame, he should be rewarded, according to his high merits. The same, mutatis mutandis, was also proclaimed by Pandions' Herald.  
Then entered the Combatants into the Lists, where after the sounding of the Trumpets, and other warlike noises, that were the terrible preludes to a more terrible and ill-agreeing Music, of breaking of Lances, clashing of Armour, neighing of horses, and resounding of blows that presently followed. The Hiarbian Knights, as scorning that their valour should be tried by condemned Rebels, who were rather desperate than courageous, gave them so fierce a rancounter, as if they meant at once to swallow them up with an overflowing tide of valour. But this torrent of fury was soon stopped by a more violent Cataract of rage from the Pandionians, who fought for their lives, but the other only for their honours, so that the shivered Lances slew in pieces, some one way, and some another, as if they had fled to avoid the madness of their guiders. But the place was soon supplied by the merciless swords, wherewith they so minced each other, steeping their flesh in one another's blood, as if each had been an infernal Cook sent from Hell, to dress a Breakfast for Pluto. So that terror itself grew more terrible, by being dressed in a terrible garb. The glittering of swords, the shining of gilded Armour, that at first made terror itself delightful, being now totally defiled and defaced with blood, dust, wounds, and fractured bones, enclosed with mangled flesh, and that again defended with broken Armour.  
In fine fortune had long been dubious and indifferent, whom to bestow the victory on, till at length Zethus and Alcanor the two principal Hiarbian Knights, being too confident of their valour, that had rendered them triumphant, over so many victorious Champions, too frequently engaged themselves, in the midst of their enemies, and never retreated without some notable marks of their Antagonists resolute fury, until at last their lives streamed out with their blood; which the other three perceiving, as if with them, they had lost their valour and all sense of honour, seeing themselves exceeded both in number and resolution, they retired, endeavouring to save their lives, though with the irreparable loss of their honour. King Hiarbas observing this, waved his golden rod, whereupon came several Knights, rushing into the Lists, contending which should be foremost; but Danpion watching his opportunity came in soon, so that by the determination of the Lord High Constable, he had the precedence, and the Combat was allotted him, with these conditions, That he was to fight with them successively, and not at once, and that if he conquered he should not be engaged to encounter with any more than one fresh Knight, that would undertake to defend Pandions' interest. Then entering the Lists, apparelled in sky-coloured Armour, where the firmament seemed to be overcast with Clouds, excepting in some few places, where the tenuity of the Air would not so forcibly resist his rays, and there the Sun was painted to peep through, and steal a view of the Earth, so to the life, that the reflection of the Sun Beams from that counterfeit Sun delineated in Pandions' Armour, made the dazzled beholders believe, they saw a Paredrus.  
On the Cloud there was engraven this Impressa, Hope appears. In his shield he had a Cancer. His horse was of a coal black, but his furniture all of silver Swans, whose gli●tering made it look like Stars at midnight. The Trumpets being sounded, Scodius came forth, but in such a bloody posture, and so deformed with wounds, that Danpion could hardly distinguish, whether he was a man or a monster, but ere they had exchanged many blows, Danpion perceiving himself much to overpower him, disdaining to conquer a conquered man, referred the victory to his horse, who enraged with some blows he received, fell into his Career, and over-turned both Scodius and his horse, and with his hinder food strake the wind out of his body; the Surgeons having conveyed him away into his Tent.  
The second, which was Gentius, appeared in the Lists, but he having lost his right eye, Danpion had the better aim at his blind side, so that having a dexterous and steady hand to direct his horse, and his horse as nimble to observe the motions of his hand, he ere Gentius was aware, cut off his right hand; so that he lost both weapon, hand and all, and had also lost his life, had he not begged it of Danpions hand.  
The third that came was Massurius, who encountered Danpion, with another manner of violence than his predecessors, his confidence and resolution being chiefly augmented by the prophecy of a blind ginger, who some few days before had told him, that he should die by an intemperate satisfying of an immoderate thirst, and therefore fearless of Danpions' sword, he boldly and fiercely charged him, confiding in that prediction: but his own rashness soon unridled the meaning, for Danpion gave such a wound overthwart his mouth, from whence such an inundation of blood streamed down his throat, that having two mouths, that sluce-like exonerated themselves into that narrow gullet, soon satisfied his unsatiable blood-thirstiness, by putting him in a capacity never to thirst more.  
Then came Hypenor, who assaulted Danpion with such an impetuous storm of rage, as if he thought all valour had centred in him, which preserved by the impenetrable superficies of his Steely Armour, would protect him from the destructive influence of that traversing Planet, whose terrible (though beautiful) aspect, had struck such a kind of delightful terrifying amazement into the spectators, and amazing terror into his enemies; but he soon sound that Danpions' sword had made large Pores in his Armour, through which he had too frequent recourse to, and intimacy with his body; but the 〈◊〉 of blood did but augment the surging Sea of rage, so that elevated with a transporting magnanimity, 〈◊〉 gave such a blow, as cleft Danpions shield, Armour, Breast, and all, and had reached his heart, had not the suddenness of the stroke made his horse startle back. Danpion seeking to revenge his injury, conjuring all his spirits into his ●●newy arm resolving to give a plenary requital, lets sly at him, with all his might and courage, but Hypenor awarding his blow, it light upon his horse, which stunned with the strength and fury of it, stumbled and fell upon his rider, so that whereas before, his horse bore him, he now bears his horse, which Danpion perceiving alighted, and in a Martial scorn stamped with his victorious foot upon his bruised paunch with such a madness, that the blood issued out of Hypernors' mouth, but completing his victory, he buried his dagger in his bowels.  
The fifth and last was Machaon, but he approving himself, rather a Forlorn than a Reserve, seeing so many puissant Champions conquered before him, and perceiving himself to faint through want of blood, but more through want of valour, he came with unbended brows, and a flattering look to Danpion, extending his arm, intending to deliver up his Weapon. But Danpion thinking he had contemned his youth, more en●aged with those glozing looks, than he could be with the most grim threatening and stern visage, the countenance of a Hercules could have framed, gave Machaon so fierce a blow on his head, that down he fell, shaking his heels, as if he spurned at heaven, because it allowed him no more protection, or as if he strove to ride in the Air, since his horse proved such an unfaithful supporter.  
Scarce had Pandion given the signal, by shaking his golden rod, but Periander appeared in the Lists, his horse was of a Chestnut colour, on his Bases and Caparison was embroidered two gilded Eagles, which spreading their Wings, with every motion, made the horse seem as if he flew. On his Armour was painted a waving Sea, which cast such a reflection, as the water doth, when the Sun in the Meridian views it. On his shield, for his Impressa, he had the Fish called Cantharus. The word was, Living constant, though living in unconstancy.  
They no sooner saw each other, but they charged with such a dissembled fury, as if at the first shock they meant no less than to send each other to the dark infernal Regions, when as they meant nothing less, for if they hit, they miss of their intents, but if they miss, they hit of their will. And yet with such guileful Art, casting a mist of rage before the spectators eyes, each assaulting, and retorting with such stormy Cuffs, and counterbuffs, as when they missed, it was imputed to the Defenders skill, not the Offenders will. The Lances being broken, they drew out their swords, and with a counterfeited gallant bravery, encountered each other, but Danpion feigning a faintness, which his horse Caparisoned with blood, and his Armour of the same dye, not a little confirmed, tumbled off his horse upon the ground, and with the fall, broke his sword, which Periander perceiving, pretending to use the favour of occasion, alighted, and would have redoubled his blows, but the Lord Constable commanded the contrary, affirming, that it was neither according to the Law of Arms, and true Chivalry, much less to principles of Honour, to kill a disarmed man, and one that had disabled himself with the Conquest of so many. Periander told them, that they fought not for their own honours, but for the interest of their Princes, and he was assured, private quirks must ever veil to public concernments, and therefore craved the Combat might be concluded. The Constable Replied, that his will must veil to his commands, and they had already put a period to it.  
Cleodora and Periander pag: 1. 6. etc.  
In fine, their disagreings in the matter of his praise, made the more agreeable Music in the harmony of his applause. Neither was the King a less admirer of him, but vehemently desired his abode with him, telling, that his great worth had made him ambitious of having such a Phoenix to adorn his Court. Danpion replied, that his Court already abounded with persons of such incomparable worth, that he should be no other ornament to it than as a spot in the face of the Sun, or as blackness is the foil of beauty, and he presumed that it was the lustre of their merits, that had dazzled him, and obtruded an erroneous estimation of him, which otherwise his over-peircing judgement would not entertain. And since your Majesty is pleased (said he) to term me a Phoenix, although it's not my happiness to merit it by any thing else, yet it shall by this, that my fortunes, life and honour, shall be ready to be sacrificed, when the rays of your commands shall enkindle, and I should account such an immolation, as the greatest felicity the heavens could bestow, it being the only way to consecrate me to an eternity of honour, among posterity; Acts of Loyalty to ones Prince, being as embalming spices, to the names of faithful subjects. Oh that it were my fortune to expire in such a nest of spices, inflamed by your Royal Mandates. Let this command (answered the King) to remain with me, be for an exploration of your obedience, which you so highly profess. Let me be stigmatised with an eternal brand of infamy (said Pandion) if ever I let a command drop from your mouth in vain.  
Thus with these, and some other expressions, was Pandions' abode there concluded, and he was led among them to the Palace.  
And thus did Danpion play this first Act of that real interlude, whose Scenes as they had been hitherto generally mourntul, Fortune dressing herself in Tragic attire, so they continued; for during the space of several Months, that he remained in the Court, he never could have opportunity, either to reveal himself to Amphigenia, the Mistress of his heart, the main reason of his continuance there, nor to meet with his friend Periander, at the place appointed, and agreed betwixt them. Some few groundless hopes he flattered himself withal, was his only support, which daily increased, as his favour with the King increased, which was also every day more and more, so that in conclusion, within a short time, his graceful deportments, unconquerable valour, acute wit, and all beyond his years, and that which added grace to all, his delicate beauty, were all as so many letters of admission into the King's heart; so that nothing of moment was done in Court or Kingdom, without Danpions' consent and advice. All Offices and favours were distributed and dispensed by him; no affairs of consequence in the State, but he had an influence upon and inspection into. A great solecism in Policy for so great a Politician as Hiarbas was to commit, for by these favours, did he wove a web to entangle himself to his utter ruin. Princes had need beware, whom they embrace in the bosoms of their affections, much more whom they entertain in their Cabinet Counsels. For as the eye being the most tender part of the body, will therefore least endure any injurious usage, and we are most careful to preserve it; being the directrix of the whole body▪ so a Prince's understanding being the eye of a Kingdom, which ought to be of a Lynceous Sagacity and acuteness in the discerning of Counsels and Counsellors, and be able to pierce not only into the wisdom of their advice, but integrity of their very thoughts and purposes, therefore most perilous to have it corrupted by the poison of unfaithful Counsel, which like false Mediums represent the state of things, in another posture than as they are in themselves, and by that means their Government is undermined, their honour eclipsed, and a gap made for all innovations. This Hiarbas considered not, his judgement being blinded by his affection, but let all things be swayed by Danpion, who notwithstanding was little satisfied with all, whilst he was barred all means of obtaining her, whom he preferred before all. And one Evening as he walked out, to feed his love-starved heart, with the sweet repast of his fancy, he heard a voice deliver itself in such ravishing Airs, as might have compared with the Spheres dancing harmony, and drawing near, the more to enrich and refine his thoughts, with those heart-pleasing strains, with the distance interrupted, he saw a Lady playing on a Lute, with accents so sweet and soft, as if each note had been a close of Angel's Music; the Air with such sweet vibrations danced after her fingers, as if the wind of itself had breathed Musical Tones, and drawing near, he heard her sing this Song.  

The Song.  

Phoebus' lend me thy fulgent rays  
To pencil out my joy,  
Free from annoy,  
None else can to the life express,  
My heart-transporting happiness:  
Gilled with thy Beams my happy days,  
Expel each interposing Cloud  
That seeks to mask thy face, and shroud  
Thy golden locks, and dim my joy,  
Free from annoy.   

On lively pieces, Artists cast  
A pleasing darkening shade  
On what th'ave made:  
Umbriferous strokes of black despair,  
My infant joys, soon would impair,  
And them compel t' expire their last,  
Should Fortune seek, out of her hate,  
In striving to delineat  
My bliss, to cast despairs dark shade,  
On what she ' as made.   

You rolling Spheres, lend me your tones,  
To warble out my joy,  
Free from annoy:  
A Lutes sweet note-producing womb  
Is far more fit to be a tomb  
To inter the joys of mournful ones:  
For her best strains are sweet and sad,  
And makes the hearer sad and glad,  
According discords; but my joy  
Hath no annoy,   

You Choir above, lend me your Lays,  
To twist a heavenly verse,  
Joys to rehearse:  
My wit's too barren to express  
My words-transcending happiness,  
Unless you it refine and raise;  
Draw wits Elixir from the Nine  
Patrons of Poesy, so that mine  
Heightened with that, may in a verse  
My joys rehearse.   

Sure Love's no Virtue, for it moves  
Its heart-inflaming beams  
Sill in extremes:  
If deep despair, racking annoy,  
But if sure hope, there's rapting joy;  
He loveth not, that meanly loves;  
Rather 'tis Virtues quintessence,  
The spirits of their excellence,  
Thesaurized in its Hive of beams,  
Still in extremes.   

Lovers have Poles to which they tend,  
But if in love th' excel,  
No parallel:  
Or if they have, these Parallels kiss,  
And Poles do meet, which makes the bliss,  
In Lover's hearts, which hath no end.  
Then hence all cumbrous grief be gone,  
Here's room for nought but joy alone,  
Our hearts do meet, our Loves excel  
All parallel.    
Having ended her Song, there arose a Knight that had lain undiscovered on the ground, and taking the Lady by the hand, thus proffered to salute her, Come my divided Soul (said he) my sweetest half, let me fix on thy Rosy Lips, the seal of my constant affection; and let our kisses be as the endorsements of that delight, which by mutual vows and stipulations written in our hearts, with a Pen plucked out of Cupid's Wing, we have obliged ourselves to bless each other.  
Danpion calling to mind, he had heard that voice, and therefore presumed he might not he unacquainted with the person, drawing near to see who it should be, he preceived it to be his friend Periander, whereat not a little rejoiced, he demanded of him, if that was not the Lady Florinda, which honoured him with her affections, for (said he) my dubious thoughts collect so much, from that Song which her Siren's voice lately warbled out. Periander acknowledged, she was.  
Then Danpion turning to Florinda, thus accosted her, Madam, said he, accept of this rude salute as an oblation to your Beauty, where the glory of all perfection is enshrined, and which makes me esteem Periander's felicity above expression, and such that were he not Periander, I could freely indulge my thoughts to envy him, but my heart is wholly devoted to his happiness, and mine's involved in his.  
After mutual gratulations that past between them, Danpion requested Florinda to honour him with the relation of the manner of her escape, from Acastus King of Coninth, and how she fortuned to meet with Periander, which she consented unto, and thus declared.  
The fates (said she) who expose not their decrees to vulgar view, though for a time they seemed to thwart my desires, and bury my hopes in the grave of despair, yet they intending in conclusion, (as the event manifests) to crown me with my long-wished-for joy, to bring about their resolutions, thus ordered it.  
It happened that Novellus the Kings Nancius that brought me that sad citation to the Court, no sooner saw me, but he fell into his Master's distemper, and grew fond amorous, and carried me to the Palace, but put me in the custody of Octavia, a Lady, as great an admirer of him, as he was of me, and told the King, that the present state of my body required purification, ere I was fit for his Royal embraces; which Octavia no less watchful than Argus, nor jealous than Juno, readily confirmed, of all which I was ignorant, but amazed at my imprisonment, and what should be the reason of my invitation to the Court, until at length privately enquiring of Abra, Octavia's Woman, she fully informed me of my condition; I perceiving by Novellus faint sighs, and mind-disclosing countenance, his passionate affection, resolved to make a virtue of necessity, and by his means to make a way for escape, and therefore cast frequent favourable glances ●t him, and sometimes let fall ambiguous expressions, to encourage him in his affection, and the more to provoke Octavia's jealousy, who nor able to suppress those ardent flames that run through all her veins, presently suggested to the Queen the whole matter, who no sooner heard it, but her heart was arrested with the Tyrant pangs of Jealousy, in as great a measure as Octavia; so that between them both they thus plotted my destruction, either to convey me privately put of the Kingdom, or to send me to Death's cold confines, with a poisonous drop, secretly infused into my cup, and then by commixing some dangerous drug with my Physic, bereave me of my life, and them of their jealous fears. But my courteous stars, whose benign rays were as so many Bucklets to protect me from the insolence of these two Furies, would not permit this horrid contrivement to take effect; For one morning when Octavia had resolved to attempt her intended murder, Novellus as he was wont came to visit me; but Octavia knowing how contrary to her bloody design Novellus presence was, refused him admittance into my chamber, pretending my indisposition of body rendered me unfit for any society for the present. Novellus the more desirous of entrance pressed so rudely, that with the struggling Octavia spilt the venomous draught which she had prepared for me; which my Dog presently licked up, and fell into a languishing distemper, that in few days killed him. I perceiving this, not daring to trust myself with one so barbarously perfidious, resolved to go to the King, and impetrate a releasement from my imprisonment, or if it was denied me, to effect my freedom by a plot which I then contrived. Accordingly choosing a convenient opportunity when the King was solitary, and none to interrupt or observe me, I went into his presence, and fell on my knees, and thus addressed myself to him.  
Royal Sir, (said I) summoned by your Majesty's Command, I thought it my duty to attend your pleasure, but some in the court, I presume unknown to your Highness, have not only restrained me from the performance of my duty, but from all liberty; so that my humble suit to your Highness now is, to supplicate a freedom from such restraint, and I cannot but hope▪ your Majesty will not remain inexorable, if you retain your 〈◊〉 clemency▪  
Before I could have ended my speech, the King arose, and with a smiling countenance took me by the hand, and made me arise; Come said he, my hearts sweet Jailor, let me engraft thee on my heart with these embraces, and let us mingle our united souls with mutual kisses, this is my pleasure and the pleasure I command.  
Oh Sir, said I, will you thus contaminate your unstained honour with so foul a blu●; you whom the world hath honoured for a Prince, that could govern your most exorbitant passions as well as your kingdoms, and by that means fabricked a kingdom of honour in each noble breast, who pay you the constant tribute of assiduous Prayers, for your long life, and whose perpetually admiring thoughts are your subjects, will you now expose your glorious name to the blasts of vulgar opprobry for the obtaining of a little bessial pleasure? By that time I had said this, there came in one of the Nobles, who seeing the King to frown upon him, for this interruption of his privacy, suddenly retired, and lest us to ourselves. The King's lascivious 〈◊〉 were not all extinguished with what I said, but he continued his endeavours to obtain his lustful desires, but in a more gentle manner than before, using nothing but enticements and persuasions, until in the conclusion I seemingly consented to meet him the next day in the private walks, where none were admitted without special licence, whither the King was wont to resort for his private meditations; but with this proviso, that the Queen should be conveyed the next morning some distance from the palace, lest her jealous vigilancy should deprive us of our happiness. The King was as ready to consent to that as myself, so that with a countenance bewraying much affection, and how ill I brooked so long protraction, I parted from him, and hasted to Abra, whom I made the constant depository of all my secrets, and bid her go to the Queen, and with a great deal of pretended zeal to her honour, inform her of the plighted vows between the King and me, and of every circumstance of our agreement, and advise her to attire herself in my habit, and Abra in the Queens, and so they might discover and prevent our libidinous machinations. Abra the next morning, according to my request, carries some of my vestments to the Queen, and as I had counselled her, informs the Queen, and persuades her to dress herself in those garments of mine, which to that end she pretended she had secretly conveyed out of my chamber, and brings the Queen's robes along with her, as I had requested.  
The Queen stung with this report, greedy of revenge, impatient of delay, thus disguised hasts to the walks, which I being acquainted withal by the means of Abra, put on the Queen's Robes, and in as majestic a posture as I could frame, seated myself in the Queen bedchamber: But long it was not ere my ignorant deliverers came, and supposing me to be the Queen, submissively delivered this message.  
Madam (said they) the King's Majesty attends your presence below, intending to bless himself with your company abroad this morning, to alienate those griefs from his breast, which your absence hath revived. Many persuasions you may conceive were superfluous to me, who desired nothing more than this happy means of releasement. Therefore thus attended, I road abroad in the King's coach, some miles from the Palace, until I perceived a place where I thought an opportunity to escape presented itself: Then I desired the coachman to set me down, for I told him the time and place seemed to invite to contemplation, and so commanding him to wait until I came, I walked out; but when I thought myself out of his fight, I ran to a Town adjacent, whence the next day I went to range the wide universe in search of my dear Periander, and hearing of his abode in Thessalia, hither I fled on the wings of Love, and by the means of some Ladies in the court, who have showed extraordinary favour to me, I got to be an attendant to the Princess Amphigenia, who is so male affected to the Male sex, that she will not admit any to have a view of her, not retain any of her Ladies of Honour, whom she finds in the least degree amorously affected; so that now I am chained with as great a bondage as before, though not so dangerous and dishonourable. And as for my happy meeting with the Crown of my joys Periander, it was this evening, that walking out to take the fresh air, I heard a Lute, so admirably played on, that methought I felt my very soul tuned in consort with the strings; so that nothing would satisfy me till I had resolved myself who was the Author of those melodious strains, but ere I had taken many steps, I plainly perceived it to be Periander, the sweet Saint, to whom I had gone so far in Pilgrimage,  
Florinda having finished her relation, Danpion and Periander informed each other of the state of affairs in both Factions, how they much debilitated the strength of both parties, the one by persuading the King, and the other the counterfeit Pandion, to turn out many, and frown on most of those Lords and commanders, who were most faithful to their trust, and placing such of mercenary spirits, who must be cudgeled to loyalty with a silver wand, and others, that had revolted through disaffection, and the secret insinuations of private persons set on work by them for that purpose; and farther, how that m●ny great persons on either side, that might prove potent and irremoveable obstructions to their germinating design, that through disesteem they had caused to turn from the one side, they had also disobliged them on the other, by reposing little or no confidence at all in them, that so they might remain as Neuters, and finding Incivility from both parties, they might be affected to neither, and in fine when their contrivements were come to maturity, Pardion discovering himself as he intended, these might be the persons that might defend his interest. And for men of service and action, that still adhered to their engagements, and that by their magnanimous exploits had fixed themselves in favour past all remove, they endeavoured that as little countenance might be showed, and reward conferred as possible, thereby to suffocate these Martial sparks, in those brave loyal spiri●s, which every blast of infamy blown at their Master's honour, was ready to increase to a flame of revenge, to consume the detractors to Ashes. Then they agreed on the time and place where they would meet, to acquaint each other with their Plots and Counsels, that so what the one had advised to or dissuaded from, by the others assistance might take effect, and both be confirmed and fixed in their Master's favour.  
And lastly they concluded, that Florinda should yet continue to wait on the Princess, who having so great an influence on her Father, by the mediation of Florinda, many things might be done, which Danpion would be unwilling to appear in. After mutual testimonies of great affection, they parted to their particular habitations.  
Danpion that had consumed many days in fruitless endeavours to get but a minute's conference with Amphigenia, could not during all that time that he remained in Hiarbas Court, by all the subtleties his Wit could invent, once bless his eyes with the sight of her, but he daily pined in the midst of excess; so that his custom was to withdraw himself frequently from all society, to converse with his thoughts, accounting himself never more accompanied, than when secluded from all company, entertaining himself with soliloquies and passionate discourses; one while lamenting his hopeless condition, then extolling the beauties of Amghigenia; sometimes charging himself with extreme folly, and baseness of spirit, that he was not able to bridle his passion. Hath propitious heavens (would he say) profusely showered down their choicest favours on me, and shall my ingrateful soul repine, because it is their pleasure to detain Amphigenia from me? It may be the Powers Divine sent her hither, to triumph over the rest of Nature's works, and to show in her Snowy skin, how pure a grain they were able to 〈◊〉 and fierce ou●, out of the course Elements; and in her heart-captivating eyes, what Jewels they yet retain, far exceeding any that ever yet adorned our Mother Earth. 〈◊〉 may be they esteem her, as she justly merits, too fair a transcript of divine excellencies, to be blu●●ed by humane embraces, and intent to six another Virgo in the heavens, having stellified her on earth, with so many heavenly beauties and graces, as she is already grown a Constellation. Shall I then oppose the powers sublime, that are able to dissect me to invisible, to indivisible Atoms, when with their bounty they have so liberally bribed me? Am I not above expectation securely riveted in the King's bosom? Am I not placed next the Throne in power? Do not all the inferior Orbs receive motion from me, as their second movable? and all powers die or vegetate according as they receive warmth from the Sunshine of my favour? What can be more satisfactory to a lofty spirit than Supremacy, and shall I lament because the Stars of Amphigenia's eyes refuse to show their lustre at the high noon of my prosperity? Amphigenia did I say? Can I name that name and not adore it? Could I in a Poetic rapture admire her transcendent beauty, and not be thought an Idolizer, I would translate my very Soul into a verse, that might express the most pure Elixir of my Love, which if I thought she would vouchsafe the reading, I would dissolve my heart into a tear, which black with constant griefs might serve for Ink to characterise my mind. With these and the like speeches would he bewail his despairing and desperate affection. All his hope was in Florinda, whom he had prevailed with to be his Intercessor to Amphigenia, to speak in his commendation, and to dive into her thoughts, what she could, and to try whether it were possible to root out that humour in her, so antipathetical to the Malesect, and infect her with amorous inclinations, and lastly to advise him how he might procure a view of her. To all which he received little satisfaction, the last excepted; For Florinda had discovered a secret vault under ground that conducted to Amphigenia's Chamber, this she informed Danpion off, who as Florinda had advised him, on an Evening took a Lute, and stole to Amphigenia's Chamber, and there behind the hangings through a crevice unseen, he might discern all over the room; on whose Arched top, some rare Apelles had deciphered many excellent Hieroglyphics, devises and Impressa's. There was This●e newly returned from the Cave, where she had hid herself from the Lioness, and beholding her lover Pyramus fallen on his sword, she stood as if she was statuized, the Painter having portrayed in her countenance, the passions of grief, grown insensibly profound, and confounding admiration, so to the life, that the beholder might see a contention between them both, and yet a predominancy of neither. Not far distant was Narcissus, kneeling over a Fountain, beholding his face in the Crystal streams, augmenting them with his tears, and with a sweet lovely pining countenance lamenting, that such a thin transparent Wall should part him from his imaginary love, whilst the feigned species so lively reflected back his sweetly languishing looks, that one could not tell, which most desired the others embraces, which most lamented and pined for their unhappy separation. There stood the fair Phrygian Shepherd giving the golden Ball to Venus, who receiving it with a pretty insulting smile, looks on Juno and Pallas, whilst scorn revenge and envy display themselves in Juno's countenance, but a modest blush veils Pallas' beauty. There was Jupiter courting Io, with a look discovering both a venereous affection, and a fear to be discovered by jealous Juno, who was painted to come out of the Clouds with such flashes of rage from her eyes, as if she had been a thudnerbolt; and here the Painter used such Art, that if you looked on the one side, it was as here is represented; but if on the other, you might see Io meramorphosed into a Cow, therein imitating Jupiter himself, who (as Poets feign) was ●ain to transform his Concubine into a Heifer, thinking thereby to hide his salacity under a Cow's Hide, from his wife's jealousy. Hard by this sat Hercules in woman's attire, spinning at Queen Omphale's commandment, with a furious countenance, and a Beard like the Tow on his Distaff; who would have moved a Stoics spleen to laughter, whilst the Queen sits in State, and with a Majestic smile beholds him. By these in Landscapes was double-topt Parnassus, Atlas-like supporting the Clouds, on his side sat the Nine Muses, and Apollo the Precedent of that Virgin Choir; from his top straggling rivulets streamed down. Near that was Mercury like a Shepherd's Boy, toying with Hebe under a spreading Oak. In one part Ganymede, carried by an Eagle up to the Clouds, and wanton Jupiter, looking down from heaven, with a greedy delight on his fair Boy, and blaming his winged Ambassador for his loitering. In another, was Phaeton, thrown among the Clouds, and Titans●aging ●aging Palfreys, having broke their reigns, galloping through the flaming sky, the Chariot tumbling, and Heaven and Earth of a blaze, as if the Elements had exchanged their places; the hungry Fire forsaking its lofty dwelling, and coming to feed on the earth, the Clouds dispossessed of their Airy mansion by the smoke, and the Earth and Water ascending, only refined and minced into lesser Atoms, and in the midst of all this Combustion Phaeton falls into Padus; His sisters bewailing his misfortune, weeping, as if those flames had exhaled all their moisture, or as if with the moisture of their tears they endeavoured to quench those flames, are turned into Trees, but so retaining their natural forms, as it was difficult to say, whether the drops fell from dewy boughs, or tears from their eyes. Under a Canopy represented like a Cloud, held up by four winged Angels, whose golden plumes spread served for Curtains, was a rich Bed, covered with a counterpane of Tissue. The Table was spread with Carpets, of Violet Damask, bordered with Gold. Amphigenia was set in an Ebony Chair, covered with purple Velvet, attired in Carnation Satin, embroidered with Roses of Gold, her hair which hung in heartintangling Curls, was powdered with seed of Pearl, her face seemed a compendium of all those excellencies, a treasury of all those riches that Beauty and Majesty can bestow to make humanity adorable. Danpion that through the crevice could perceive this miracle of nature, as if every beam shot from her eye had darted into him an Enthusiasm, ravished with a kind of divine afflation he sings this Song.  

You Angels that reside above,  
Refine my wit to ' express my Love,  
And sing her praise.  
In Nectar's spirits let me steep  
My brain, for Hyppocrene's too course,  
T' would slain my wit, which wants a source,  
And flowing fount of fancies deep,  
To sing her praise.  
Inhabit then my sterile brains,  
Inspire me with Seraphic strains,  
To sing her pies●,  
Whose each part is a Mint of heavenly treasures,  
Excelling all Elizum's feigned pleasures.   

Each eye's a hive of radiant beams,  
Whose heavenly rays that thenceforth streams,  
My soul entrance.  
There Venus Doves do build their nests;  
Thence Cupid shoots his fiery Darts,  
Would melt and pierce the steeliest hearts,  
And souls with rapting love divests,  
As in a trance.  
There wanton Love in ambush ●ys,  
To snatch my soul out of my eyes,  
And it entrance.  
Ravished with her perfections, here I lie,  
Wrapped in a Soul-transporting ecstasy.  
Then must I lie here in a swound?  
And is there none can cure my wound?  
The darts themselves  
That gave the wound, the wound can cure;  
Love with thy wings come gently fan  
My burning Soul, there's none else can  
Heal me of my Love Calenture,  
The darts themselves  
Except 〈◊〉 with Love balm,  
My raging soul can't cure nor calm.  
The Darts themselves  
Thus ripped with love and beauty soon would ease  
My burning heart, and raging soul appease.   

Pure threads of purest gold's her hair,  
Which amorous hearts soon do ensnare,  
All pearls transcending;  
The Down that's under Angel's Wings  
Is not so soft, Titan's bright fair  
Rich dazzling tresses can't compare  
With that curled up in curious rings,  
All Pearls transcending.  
You heavens, come show your power and art,  
Transform into a Gem my heart,  
All Pearls transcending,  
That having lustre from her eyes, and there  
Fixed, may make rings for the Gods to wear.   

Ah is there none the way can find  
My captived fettered ●eart t' unbind,  
Bound in her hair?  
The more this bow-knot I unloose,  
Ah me! the faster it doth knit,  
And striving more, I tangle it,  
And wind it in an endless noose,  
In her fair hair,  
A bow knot, well I may it call,  
Since from Love's bow is all my thrall,  
Strung with her hair.  
Soon would my heart be eased of all my trouble,  
Would she but tie this single Love-knot double.   

Her lips are beauties nests that swell  
Pregnant with sweets, where graces dwell  
Wrapped in Vermilion.  
Th' Arabian Aromatic gales,  
When they the blushing Roses kiss,  
Breath not such sweet perfumes, as is  
Her breath, which her pure lips exhales,  
Wrapped in Vermilion.  
Each word an Eagle soaring high  
With wit, that from those lips doth fly  
Wrapped in Vermilion.  
When she speaks, Angels listen, and the Spheres  
Stand still, neglect their Music, wish th' had ears.   

No wonder all means prove so vain  
To make her heart love entertain,  
For Love is slain,  
And plundered too of every sweet,  
In her hard marble heart he lies,  
Entombed, his shafts are in her eyes,  
Her purest white's his winding sheet,  
Poor Love is slain.  
Her lips with his blood sprinkled are,  
His wings are now become her hair,  
Ah! Love is slain.  
His bow is turned into her arched brow,  
And thus poor Love is slain, but none knows how.   

My Lute, let's sing his obsequies,  
You Clouds with tears supply my eyes,  
For Love is dead.  
No marvel then that all things war,  
Love tunes the whole world's harmony,  
Whose diapazon still doth lie,  
In sweet consent, where is no jar,  
Ah! Love is dead.  
Oh no, the wanton saucy Boy  
Would with his mother sport and toy,  
Love is not dead.  
For which she hath exiled him, and he's fled  
Into my heart, and feigns that he is dead.   
Amphigenia that had attended to this Song with delight and astonishment, admiring whence the Music came, for by reason of the thickness of the hangings, and largeness of the room, the Lutes sweet Airs were not so clearly conveyed to her ear: But directing her steps by the sobbing voice, she came to the hangings, behind which Danpion sat; where calling for Florinda, demanded of her, if she knew whence those strains should come. Who replied, that it must be some Angel that was turned inamorate, and fled to her Chamber, mistaking it for Love's Paradise, for sure no mortal dares or can attempt (said she) so near an approach, when restrained by your Father's special prohibition.  
Danpion hearing Amphigenia make such strict inquiry, hasted thence, lest he should be discovered; but now the flames of Love burned with more vehemency than before; so that the torment had been insupportable, had it not been fanned and cooled with hope, which began to breath upon him with some gentle gusts. For having such a passage, where undiscovered to any, he might have resort to her Chamber, he resolved to personate some Intelligence, till he might have free admittance to her presence, which in time he thought he might be able to effect, by reason of Florinda's intimacy with her, who by her insinuations, would confirm in Amphigenia's apprehensions what he should do, not to be delusions, but realities. Accordingly the next night after, when he thought the time of night might invite fair Amphigenia to refresh herself with sweet slumber, he took his Lute (as before) and softly stole to her Chamber. But as he went, his mind was filled with distracting thoughts, How well (did he say) doth this blind passage ressemble those blinder paths I thus tread to my happiness! These dark windings, and craggy turnings, that this Vault abounds in, methinks lightsomly represents the inexsucerable difficulties, and inextricable intricacies, I am forced to pass through, and must be involved in, ere I can arrive at any glimmerings of hope. But my comfort is, that, as this conducts to an Elysium, such a one, as the Gods would exchange theirs for, such a one as the Antic Poets inspired with a prophetic as well as Poetic fury did but typify in their fictions; so the various windings of my unhappy love, when my Cloudy fortune shall unmask her dusky face, will at length be unwound, and come to a bottom, where they'll centre in an Elysium of happiness.  
Being come to the end of the Cave, he perceived Amphigenia fast asleep, her Wax Taper burning by her. As she lay his eyes carved such ravishing sweets, as transported with the violence of so many Darts, he thought he had attained the Zenith of his felicity. The Pillow blest with a kiss from her Cheeks, as pregnant with delight, swelled on either side. Her eyes Canopyed in sleeps dark veil, showed life's triumph in the Map of death. Her hand contended with the Lawn for whiteness, and being partly covered with it looked like a Lily through purest Crystal. A lock that had stolen from its sweet prison, folded in cloudy curls lay dallying with her breath, sometimes striving to get a kiss, and then repulsed flew back, sometimes obtaining its desired bliss, and then as rapt with joy, retreats in wanton capering. Her body that lay arrayed, or rather disarrayed in a thin Smock, wrought with blue silk and silver, obscured not her skin, but rather made it appear the lovelier, if lovelier it could be. Her breasts at liberty displayed, were of so pure a whiteness, as if ones eye through the transparent skin, had viewed the milky treasures they enclosed. Her Violet veins that streamed in branched Rivers, seemed like Azure paths in a milky heaven. This confluence of delights, put Danpion besides himself for a while, but recollecting his thoughts, he took his Lute, and tuning it in Consort with his Soul, in a Love rapture sang this Song.  

Were I immured in flesh and blood,  
And might enjoy so sweet a good,  
I'd not exchange my blissful state,  
With any earthly Potentate.  
Ah now I see that beauty's Darts,  
Can penetrate the Angel's hearts.   

I see those lucid Stars that shine  
In heavens bright Orb, near the divine  
Empyreal throne, though they transcend  
Earth's beauties all, yet love can rend  
The heavens, and pierce the Azure sky,  
And rapt them with love's ecstasy.   

Who'd think the winged Boy could climb  
Through all the starry Spheres sublime,  
His quiver filled with beauty's rays,  
And though so blind, yet see such ways,  
In heaven to steal, and durst enthrall  
The very powers Angelical?   

Sweet Amphigen' thy beauty rings  
Through Heaven's Court, each Angel sings  
Thy praise, and poor I, to behold  
What same had echoed there, and told,  
Came thence; but now flames from thine eye.  
Hath singed my wings, I 〈◊〉 rise.   

And more, this Love, a power divine,  
T' enlarge his wings, hath pinion▪ d mine:  
My pain here end not; for unseen  
Poor I must bear his arrows keen,  
Unpitied, whilst she humane sense  
Prefers before Intelligence.   

Sure fitter 'tis, for such a gem  
heavens King to wear in's Diadem,  
Than mortal man t'enjoy alone.  
What fitter may b'ingrafted on  
An Angel's stem, or in heaven fixed  
A Star, than with such dirt commixed?   

Poor fleshy puddles will but slain  
This Gem, which none can scou●e again,  
Time will but mask thy face with rust,  
And then convert thee into dust;  
Whereas an Angel ca●t ans●ate  
Thee to a high immortal sta●e.   

But sweetest, take thy rest, and sleep,  
Whilst here I'll sit, and gaze and weep,  
And strive to spend myself in groans,  
And lull thee with my mournful tones;  
My power extend I'll, what I can,  
Fair one, to be thy Guardian.   

The fates decrees are, there must none  
Enjoy thee, but great Danpion,  
And happy he must glut his sense,  
And satiate with thy excellence,  
Whilst I will seek all what I can,  
To be to both a Guardian.   
Scarce had Danpion sung the first part of the first Stanza, ere Amphigenia awaked, and attentively listening to the Music, her watchful senses, by that time the last was concluded, were bribed by the Music's Charming Airs, to re-enter Morpheus drowsy Cell, which Danpion perceiving returned, and left her to her sweet repose.  
No sooner were the shadows of the misty Night dispersed, by the Rosy morning's purple beams, but the sleepy Deity dismissed sweet Amphigena's senses, out of his drowsy prison, when calling to mind, what her ears had been entertained withal, in the beginning of the Night, she began to doubt, whether it was not a vision; but long she had not revolved these things in her ambiguous thoughts, ere Florinda came into her Chamber, and after salutations that passed betwixt them, Amphigenia acquainted her with the whole relation of what she heard, demanding what her judgement was concerning it, telling her, she was persuaded it was a delusion, for (said she) it consists not with Angelical purity to admit of muddy passions, we may as well think a dunghill can slain the Sun beams, because they view it, as that an Angel should be enamoured with humane beauty. Will they whom Nature hath refined to such a pureness, that they seem to be termed spirits, in that they are the very spirits and quintessential extracts of heavenly excellencies, will they, I say, delight in such earthly dross as we are, who are at best but well-complexioned dust, cemented with a little moisture? our Souls, though their inferiors, could not be blurred with fond contaminating passions, were they not immersed in flesh and blood. 'Tis true, what you say, Madam, replied Florinda, but yet the loud fame of your transcendent beauty, which Echoes from one Kingdom to another, might resound through heavens hollow Arches, and the spiritual inhabitants might draw the Azure Curtain of the sky, and gaze upon their Maker's workmanship; and some one of that winged crew, more ravished than the rest, with his Creator's power and wisdom, in framing such a composition, out of such course principles, might descend to bless himself with a clearer view of you, which he saw, but imperfectly at so great a distance. I should be miserable vain (said Amphigenia) should I heed thy words▪ and were it not that my constant experience of thee confirms in me the reality of thy affection, I should think thy hatred to me, made thee use those adulatory expressions to make me conceited of myself, and thereby to render me ridiculous. Madam, answered Florinda, you are above the power of adulation, no tongue can be liberal enough, much less too profuse in your praises.  
Pray forbear (said Amphigenia) unless you will incur my irreconcilable displeasure. But (said she) what did he mean, when he said Danpion should enjoy me, and glut his sense with me, as he termed it, must he deflower me? You put too hard a construction on it, said Florinda, Danpion is a person of too much honour, to commit an act so vile and dishonourable, and I am confident would kill him that should dare to suggest so base a thought to him. I rather think that heavenly Intelligencer had ●urned over the pages of your fate, and read your destiny, which it seems is, that notwithstanding your strange averseness to all men, yet Danpion is designed to be made happy with your affection, and in conclusion, with the fruition of you, who is one, that though he cannot challenge to himself so great deservings, as to merit you, set so adorned with Beauty and Virtue, enriched with all things, that may make a man incomparably complete (Nature intending to show in him, what humanity is capable of) as methinks he seems the man that heaven hath endued with these excellencies, on purpose to make him a fit consort for you.  
After these and many other the like speeches that passed betwixt them, they heard a noise of Drums and Trumpets, and other Martial sounds, as if there were a sudden preparation for War; but ere they could consider what should be the cause, a Lady that attended upon the Princess Amphigenia in her Chamber, came running panting and in an affrighted posture told her that Pandio● was coming with all speed with an Army to besiege the Palace, but the King her Father, having intelligence of it was newly marched out with his guard, and as many as could be in Arms on the sudden, intending to give him battle; and hath left Danpion to Rule and Govern the Palace in his absence.  
This news did for the present startle Amphigenia, until the consideration of the justness of her Father's cause, the valour of his person, and the continual success that ever attended him, as if he had made a League with Fortune, banished all affrighting Passions, and reduced her to herself; and then she began to entertain a thought which never before entered into her mind, and that was to see this Danpion whom the pencil of fame had painted with so many excellencies; and in whom her Father reposed so much con●idence; and concealing her desires, she sought all opportunities, when undiscovered she might have a view of this darling of Nature. And perceiving her endeavours to be vain, she secretly acquaintnd Florinda with her inten●s; who inwardly rejoicing at these beginnings of Amphigenia's conversion from such a heresy in Nature, endeavoured to augment those desires in her; and told her that he used to resort to the Walks frequently to meditate, and that in the Cypress Grove near the Fountain undiscovered she might see him if she took the benefit of opportunity when he went abroad, which was either in an Evening, or early in the Morning.  
Florinda having given this advice to Amphigenia, presently posts with all haste to Danpion's Chamber, through a private passage, where he and she had egreed to have their continual intercourses; and informs him of her desires, and adviseth him to appear in as gallant habit, and as richly accoutred as may be, that so if possible to slide into her affections, & 〈◊〉 upon her complying mind. Danpion, who had never been yet acquainted with any mediocrity, grew as boundless in his joy as before he was in his grief and despair, and observing Florinda's counsel, furnished with all rich habiliments, went down into the Walls just as Titan's smoking Steeds were posting to bathe themselves in the Western Waves, where accordingly, as she had told him, she perceived Amphigenia standing in the Grove of Cypress, and peeping through the leaves, with a look that betrayed rather a Feminine curiosity, than any affection or delight. But Danpion standing on so high a precipice of happiness, slippery with affection, could not restrain his overfond desires from hurrying him down into such an error, as had like to have broke the neck of his design: For his reason being overwhelmed with such an accumulation of encouragements, as that considering nothing but opportunity, he steals into the Grove where Amphigenia was looking and expecting when he would return from the other end of the Walk, and thought to have poured out such a flood of eloquence, as should have drowned her former harsh thoughts of his Sex, and wholly conquered her affections; but just as he was entering into his Rhetorical Oration, Amphigenia looked back, and seeing him so near gave a shriek that echoed through the Grove, and ran as fast as her fair Legs could carry her, whilst Danpion more sensible of love than fear, and through this sudden amazement in a manner sensibl● of neither, stands still in a transporting admiration; but he was soon recalled out of that astonishment by the beauties she discovered to his twice wounded eye; for the saucy wind too immodestly sporting with her clothes, disclosed that which otherwise she would have concealed: so that ere he was gone, Florinda was come to her rescue, with some other Ladies that followed her, which when he perceived, he secretly conveyed himself away, and thence to his Chamber, where we 〈…〉 to bewail his own indiscretion, and the unkindness of his hard ●ortune that succeeded him no better.  
Amphigenia and Danpion page. 134.  
Amphigenia, to her Father King Hiarbas.  
SInce my Infancy, I have ever perceived in your Majesty, such an innate propensity to your people's good, that you could never take any felicity in all the Trophies, and Triumphs that Fame and Fortune conspiring with your Valour, have erected for your eternal renown, if the least infelicity befell your Subjects: so that I cannot but conceive that the present Civil broils and dissensions that disturb your Kingdoms, cause no small disquiet in the Kingdom of your Royal thoughts; which consideration had imposed upon me an eternal silence, rather than I would have caused any additionary distractions in your Princely mind, had not I thought it my duty timely to inform you, lest you should nourish such infection in your bosom, as for want of mature anticipation may bring ruin and dishonour upon your Majesty's person, Government and Posterity. Now, Sir, to forbear any abstruseness, and prolixity, and that I may not detain you too long from your serious thoughts, the occasion of my writing is this. My Lord Danpion, whom your Majesty hath left here to Rule as your Vicegerent, notwithstanding those many favours you have heaped upon him, enough to have rewarded the highest merits, much more to have bribed the most unfaithful person to Loyalty, hath abused the confidence and Royal trust you have reposed in him, having not only disobeyed your strict commands, that none should invade my privacy in the Walks and Groves, your Majesty out of your Royal goodness, hath set apart for my retiredness, but seeks to ruin my honour, and fraudulently to possess me, and in me your Kingdom, I being the immediate Heir. Sir, did the injury redound only to myself, I should bury it in eternal oblivion, rather than perturb your breast with the relation of it, accounting that a dear purchased felicity, that is acquired by your thoughts least didisturbance: but if my overforward zeal clouds not my judgement, these actions speak ambitious thoughts, and such thoughts as dare a flight too near the beams of Sovereignty. But I leave that to your Majesty's alwise consideration, and myself to your Royal Care, not doubting but if he attempts to soar above his Sphere, the Waxen wings of his ambition will melt before the rays of Majesty, and plunge him into a Sea of misery and contempt, but much less doubting of your Princely and paternal affection and protection towards her, who hath the honour to be  
Your Daughter Amphigeniae.  
This Letter she gave unto one of her principal Pages, commanding that with all diligence, care, and celerity, it should be presented to her Father's hands. But now to acquaint you with the raging fury, that even distracted Danpion, when Florinda told him of Amphigenia's hatred, and what she had done to incense her Father against him; I had need to dip my pen in Nessus' blood, or infuse Alecto's poison into my Ink, for never did any one so nearly resemble raving Hercules, when he had put on Deianira's envenomed Shirt, as he, when he considered, not only that now he was unhappy, but fallen from so high a pitch of happiness, and that through his rash folly, and that not only he had incensed the Mistress of his heart, but the Master of his life, and by one inconsiderate action at once cut off all hopes of ever attaining that happiness he promised himself, both in his Throne, and in his Bed.  
But this tempest lasted not long, for though he had not Socrates his composure of spirit, under all fortunes to remain the same; yet he had such a power over his Passions, as they seldom raged beyond suppression, or could claim such a predominancy, but he would make them submit to his Reason, as now appeared. For consulting with his thoughts, how he should prevent this storm, that threatened his ruin, he concluded there was no way but it must inevitably fall upon him, unless Florinda would prove his friend, but yet seem his enemy; which she consenting to, they both together agreed upon a plot, which we shall after declare.  
The King, when he had received the Letter, and read the Contents, Heavens! how did he lift up his hand and admire, as though he was viewing some proprodigious Comet in the Air. What an Age is this (said he) what dares not man attempt? Faithless Danpion! is this the requital for my unparallelled goodness to thee? is this thy gratitude? how am I abused through fond credulity? is it not enough that I have a public adversary, that daily incroaches upon my honour, and seeks to usurp my Royal Power and Dignity, but I must have a private Pioneer to undermine them all? but no matter, I'll make him know, that Kings have thunderbolts to hurl at those that dare to mount the Chariot of Majesty, and take the reigns of Sovereignty into their presumptuous hands, And since he dare to Arouze my anger, he shall soon find its Lion-like roar shall awake him, out of his dream of imaginary dignity, and then he'll wish his ambitious thoughts had flown at lower distance.  
Thus the King stormed for a while, but recovering himself, he began to consider, that it was not safe to continue his Daughter and family under the command and inspection of Danpion, that sought so basely both to blow up her honour, and his power; and that it was less safe, to call him before the Tribunal of public Justice, his affairs being now in such a distracted posture, ready to be beleaguered with a potent Army; and therefore he had more need endeavour union amongst his men, and by that means, to fortify himself against his common enemy, than to diminish his strength, by augmenting and fomenting more divisions, which he feared would follow, if he should on the sudden totally degrade him, and confer his honour on another.  
And therefore to avoid this Scylla and Charybdis, he resolves to couch his resolutions underneath his secret thoughts, and send for Danpion from the Palace, and put him upon something that could not be effected without the loss of his honour or life, or both. And this way he counted the more secure, remembering, that such Court Minions, that like Stars of the greatest magnitude, move in so high a Sphere, are seldom eclipsed and obscured by the interposition of a new Favourite, but rather by the bright lustre of the rays of Majesty.  
To prosecute his intents, he sends for Danpion, who in obedience to his summons, marches from the Palace, and as he thought from all his honours, hopes and preferments, but being of an unconquerable spirit, bears it with as much magnanimity as he was able, and comes to the King's Camp; but above and beyond all his hopes and expectations, the King looks upon him with a smooth brow, and tells him, he had found him to be a man of an impavid spirit, and greedy of renown, and therefore he had sent for him, to perform a piece of service, the very attempt whereof would redound to his great honour, but the execution of it, would not only crown him with immortal fame, but be highly advantageous to the Kingdom; Danpion see-such an unexpected event, began in his thoughts to insult over this result of Fortune, and thus replied, Great Sir (said he) I were unworthy of either life, or honour, should I refuse, at your commands, to part with either, since to your exceeding munificence I owe more than both; neither can all I were able to do, could I accomplish more than Hercules, return such retributions as might compensate those transcendent favours, your Royal goodness hath been pleased to confer upon me. Therefore were it to scale the heavens and fetch Atlas thence, to conquer the Rebels your enemies, though your valour needs it not, yet were it your commands, I would do it, or die in the attempt.  
Then (said Hiarbas) I am informed that Pandion hath an enchanted Standard, whose Magical force, so engages all the Subterranean powers, Pluto's black Legions on his side, that he is invincible, until some valiant Knight, by his single fortitude, takes it from him, and I know none in my Army or Kingdom, whose great undaunted courage would provoke them to undertake such an enterprise, except yourself. If that be all (said Danpion) my sword shall soon cut the Charm in sunder, and send the infernal spirits themselves down to their dark mansions. Whereupon he went and furnished himself with Horse and Armour, and all things requisite for his encounter.  
Pandion being come with his Army in ken of his enemies, draws them up into a Battalia, intending to fight, which Hiarbas having notice of before, by his Scouts, he draws his men also up into a form, and after a brave Oration, to encourage them to fight, he himself in person marches before them into the field. Where, as if the very fight of their enemies had been a Loadstone to their courage, their Martial spirits were so provoked, as that it was difficult for their Commanders to restrain them from making an untimely onset.  
Sabillus and Bonosus p: 141.  
Sabillus enraged that he had thus snatched his victory out of his hands, lifted his Arm, intending to have cleft Bonosus' head, but the sword by an accident flying out of his hand, only cut off his Nose; which unexpected blow so stunnied Bonosus, as in an amazedness, looking on one side, and the other, to see which way the blow came, as if he would not take the advice of his eyes, now he had lost the Moderator that used to interpose betwixt them, and in a fury ran forward, and (as the Proverb hath it) followed his Nose, and ere he himself, or Sabillus were aware, thrust him through the throat. Here lay shivered Lances, and broken swords, and there dead Horses, and Carcases of men mangled, as if they had been newly anatomised.  
In one place lay Heads deposed from their sovereignties, yawning and sta●ing as if they looked for their Bodies; In another heaps of mutilated Arms, Hands, and Legs, as if Death had there kept its Shambles. Long did the fight continue dubious, Fortune equally sharing the Laurels, until at length it began something to incline to Hiarbas; which Memnon a valiant Warrior and great Commander under Pandion espying, rage and contempt so burned in his bosom, that his eyes flamed, as if they had contained the whole Element of fire, and he thundered forth a roaring voice, as if his Lungs had sucked in the middle Region of the Air, and with his breath he could blow away a World, upbraiding the Soldiers for their base pusillanimity, to give ground to such a dastardly crew as he conceived his enemies to be, and running into the mids of Hiarbas men, with such a boisterous madness, as if with his single valour he could send an Army to Tartarus, and by his strength could unhinge the Poles, and stop the primum mobiles career, he slaughtered all that stood within the reach of his weapon, decollating some, making them shorter by the head, and dissecting others, some he thrust thorough with his Sword, pointing out plainly what death they should die, and cloven others skulls, and thus he unmercifully triumphed over his enemies, till at length Death put an end to his victory, by a flight of Arrows that, feathered with destruction, lighted upon him. And thus was he slain by this winged Army, which otherwise would have slain an Army had he lived, and at his Death haled hundreds of souls out of their claiy prisons, and compelled them to attend him in the other world.  
His followers provoked by his example, to make good what he by his valour had gotten, had engaged themselves so far in the mids of their adversaries, that at length they were surrounded on all sides by Hiarbas his policy, who had caused his men before to retreat some paces backward for that end. Danpion who had all this while been butcherring of his enemies in the rear, intending to cut his way through them to come to the Standard-bearer, perceiving so great a breach, and Chasm (as it were) in his enemy's party, improves the benefit of opportunity, and rides up to the Standard-bearer, kills him, and in the fight of all his enemies carries away the Standard, which Phoedon a Commander of Horse under Pandion espying, pursued with full speed with all the men under his command. Others that knew not of this accident, seeing their Standard flying, and so great a party fled after, thought the day was lost, and time to secure themselves, and thereupon flung down their weapons, and hasted after the rest, with such confusion, as put them into no less disorder than themselves. With that a party of the Hiarbian Horse, to complete their victory, pursued them, and put them so to the rout, that they le●t few to complain of their harsh usage, and some rescued Danpion, who being overtaken, having endeavoured to keep his prey in despite of his adversaries, that environed him, had almost resigned it up, had he not been relieved by this fortunate chance. In the mean time those few that were enclosed by the Hiarbians, were sacrificed to appease the revengful fury of their enemies.  
The victory being thus obtained, and Danpion contrary to Hiarbas hopes and expectations won the Standard, by this valiant act got so much renown, that he was more admired than before; the general applause of the Army so cried him up, that Hiarbas grew more jealous of him than ever, and resolved if that which his Daughter had writ was true, to cast him out of favour wholly, and put him in an utter incapacity to accomplish any of his high projects. But though these were his secret intentions, yet he carried himself with as much external serenity towards him as before, and arriving with great triumph at the palace, after he had abode there some time, he secretly inquires of his Daughter, whether any one else could affirm, what she had writ, to be truth.  
She told him every circumstance of it, and how that Florinda was come to her rescue, before he had fled from her, and that she presumed, that she was able to inform him more distinctly of his intentions, than herself, to whom she was and ever should be an utter stranger.  
With that a Lady was presently dispatched as a messenger to Florinda, to acquaint her that the King desired a few minute's conference with her in Amphigenias' Gardens, where he stayed expecting her coming. Florinda obeys the summons, and accompanies the messenger to the King, who after some private converse with her, is exceeding inquisitive to know of her whether she could give him any particular information about Danpions' design; whether she ever had dived into his thoughts, and could tell whether he had any aim at the Sovereignty or not, and many other questions to the same effect, he demanded of her. Florinda gives him little or no satisfaction to all his Queries, but endeavours to confirm his suspicion, what she could, and inveighs against Danpion with more bitterness than Amphigenia, and at length suggested to the King this Counsel, that since they had no reasons to convince any man of Danpions treachery and disloyalty, but what was grounded chiefly on suspicion: if his Majesty would deign to honour their advice with his acceptance, she would inform him a way, ●how he might ransack his very entrails, and discover all his intentions, and read the very inside of his heart. The way she said was this, that the King would please to counterfeit himself suddenly seized upon with a malignant distemper, and for a time retire himself in his Chamber, and admit none of his greatest favourites to wait upon him, nor visit him, but only the princess his Daughter, and herself, that so there might be no grounds of suspicion for Danpion; and in conclusion to feign himself dead. And then (she said) she questioned not but that she had such an influence upon him, by reason of more than ordinary affection that Danpion bore to her, as in his presence to make him confess to her, if he had any thoughts tending to Amphigenia's dishonour, or of disloyalty to the King.  
This advice was accepted of, both by Hiarbas and Amphigenia, and accordingly put in execution; So that suddenly the ears of all were filled with the sad news that the King was fallen dangerously sick. The Courtier's swarm like Bees at the King Chamber door, to perform their Allegiance to him, but none admitted, amongst whom Danpion was a constant visitant, but as constantly as the rest repulsed.  
In fine, Danpion was secretly informed that the King was dead, and that care must be taken for establishing his successor before his Death should be divulged, lest the knowledge of it should cause any broils and tumults in the Kingdom, which it might be apt to occasion, there being such swarms of discontented persons, and those that affected novelties and alterations, though for the worse. And if he received not this information for truth, his eyes should convince him, if he would come to his chamber, for Amphigenia (they told him) durst not disoblige such a potent person as himself, who might hazard to interrupt her succession.  
These things being privately buzzed, and whispered into Danpions ears, by some that were Florindas' engines, he accordingly repairs to the King's chamber, where he finds him stretched out on a bed of State, and covered with a Pall of black Velvet, the body lying in a posture lively representing Death, and none but Florinda in the room. Danpion having contrived all this before hand, and by the assistance and fidelity of Florinda, thus far effected it, was not now to seek in the latter part of his plot, but thus begins to confer with Florinda. Since Heavens (said he, seignedly weeping) have thus deprived us of our King, and me of my Royal Master, accounting us unworthy of him, and him more worthy to inhabit among the celestial dwellers, than such as we are, it is both our wisdom and duty, first to proclaim his Daughter Amphigenia, lest an interregnum should occasion any insurrections among this people, prone to rebellion and disorder; And then to honour his Memorial, with the celebration of his Funerals in as great State as may be, both to testify to the World our Loyal affections to our deceased King, and also that our Foreign and Intestine wars have not so exhausted the public treasury, but that we are able to support and maintain the honour of our King and Country. Tell not me (my dearest) said Florinda, of State affairs, they belong not to our Sex, but if I have found any place in thy Heart, let me conjure thee by the many vehement protestations of affection, to disclose a secret to me, the faithful revealing of which, I shall esteem as a far greater confirmation of thy love's reality, than ten thousand asseverations. Prithee be free and ingenuous in thy expression, and leave not my thoughts a prey to their own anxiety, to doubt will more torment me than all thy tongue can utter, First let me die (said Danpion) before I let a word drop from thy mouth in vain. Then (said Florinda) what was the meaning of your attempting to invade Amphigenia's chastity in the Grove? Invade Amphigenia's chastity (said Danpion) may I sink to the Centre of the Earth, if ever such a thought possessed my mind; what Devil breathed this abominable report of me? should I rip up my breast, and dissect my heart, thou shouldst find nothing but Constancy and Loyalty there, which when it is otherwise, may the powers above tear it out of my body, for a preventive pattern to future Ages. What occasioned your being there? (said Florinda) were not my eyes spectators of her affrightful flight? did I not see how a palli● whiteness had usurped the possession of her beauteous face, and expelled the Rosy redness thence? did I not see, how every part of her fair body was shaken with a timorous Palsy, just as the Aspen leaves tremble, when the gentle Air softly breathes upon them? did I not see you in the Grove stand benumbed with astonishment or panic fear, I know not which, as if you had been Planet-strucken, or some unseen Nemesis had statuized you, on purpose to discover that dishonourable intention of yours, which you would have concealed? Prithee then disclose the cause of this that I have said, unbosom thy thoughts to me, how can I think thou dost include me in thy heart, when thou dost exclude me out of thy most retired resolves? If I should deny what you say (said Danpion) it were just the earth should open me a living grave, and entomb me alive in her dark Caverns▪ But (said he) the cause of Amphigenia's flight, may soon be conjectured by any that ever heard of her Antipathy towards all of ou● Sex, for she had no sooner glanced her eye upon me, but as if I had been some Daemon, or horrid apparition, she fled, as though my very looks had infused a swiftness into her. But I'll appeal to her, if I either said or did any thing, that Dio●●s would blush to own. And it was my fond curiosity, that prompted me to take a view of that Paradise, which since, I understand is reserved only for Amphigenia's privacy. So that my ignorance put me upon that uncivil intrusion which otherwise the torture of a thousand deaths should not have compelled me to. But I hope my future fidelity shall crave my remission at Amphigenia's hands, and confirm my innocence.  
No sooner had Danpion ended his speech, but the King started up out of the Bed, at which Danpion flew back, pretendingly amazed, at this sudden resurrection. Nay (said the King) let not our seeming restitution to life, surprise thee with a causeless fear. Our ears have been auditors of thy expressions. This was but a contrivance to search the truth of that which my suspicious thoughts suggested to me. We have found thee truly Loyal, and thou shalt find out Royal goodness extended to recompense thy all-deserving worth. Thou art now faster riveted in our bosom, than before. Danpion hearing this, fell down on his knees, and humbly begged pardon for his offence, which was no sooner craved than gr●nted.  
And thus was he more confirmed in the King's favour than before. And now he resolves to acquaint Periander with his success, and advise with him, how he might proceed in his design of obtaining the Kingdom, which he had daily more and more hopes of, by reason the breach between Hiarbas and Pandion was still augmented, but their strength diminished. And one Evening, when as the Sun drawing nee● his occident, extended the shadow of the mountains, Danpion under pretence of riding out to take the fresh Air, secretly steals to the Cave, that little Senate-house, where Periander and he had agreed to meet and consult about their designs; and having waited there some time, Periander came. After a great many testimonies of affection and mutual congratulations, Danpion relates the whole story of his unfortunate love, and how he had almost lost the King's favour, and by what means he regained it, and what posture Hiarbas present affairs were in, and many other discourses to the like purpose.  
Periander, attending to his discourse, found such intricateness in his condition, as he could not tell how to devise a way to lead him out of that mazing Labyrinth, but he said, as for his Regal power, he questioned not, but time the parent of all things, will er● long produce that that should fulfil his desires: for (he said) Pandion was so weakened with the loss of the la●t battle, that he was ready to shift for himself by a dishonourable ●light, had he not been persuaded to the contrary by him, which he did, to keep on foot the divisions in the Kingdom, which otherwise would cen●re in an happy union for Hiarbas. But that could never be, whilst Pandion remained, and would but own his own cause; a Star of so great a magnitude, moving with so vigorous an influence, and with gil●ed pretences, casting so great a lustre on his undertake, must needs exhale the affections of the people, which the further they are drawn from the King, the dissensions must needs be wider, like lines drawn from the Centre, which the further they tend, the wider they extend. Danpion returning him many thanks for his condancy and fidelity to him, demanded of him why he was not in the battle, Periander replied, that the occasion of it was this, Pandion (said he) as you may remember the Gentleman told us, that first informed us of our danger, when we were gaving into Amphigenia's Gardens, is deeply enamoured with a Nun, so that he is grown wholly negligent of his weighty affairs, all his discourse is of her, her exquisite beauty is his daily theme, and he that before was continually instructing his men in Martial Discipline, now exercises himself in nothing but Love Sonnets, and Madrigals, and such like toys, forsakes his mirthful inclination, and all Society, and frequents solitary loneness, and drooping sadness; but this accustomed sequestration of himself from the company of those Nobles that have joined with him, hath so displeased them, that I think) had they not so allied their interests to his, that their welfare is wholly involved in his, by reason many of them revolted (as you know) from Hiarbas, they would all forsake him, and expose him to the malice of his enemies. But she to avoid the constant trouble of his endless importunacy, and fearing lest in time he should by force untie her Virgin Zone, hath secretly fled out of the Nunnery, and none can inform whither: so that when I should have done him service in the field, mine employment was (so his jealousy would not let him confide in any one 〈◊〉 to ransack the Kingdom for her; which I did with as much curiosity, as Diogenes, when with a Torch at Noon he went to look for an honest man, and returned with his success, so that Pandion is now worse tha● ever; which doth almost convince me that there is some truth in that saying, that the Soul is not where it animates and informs, but where it loves▪ for as if her Angel-form by a sympathetical attraction had snatched away his, he raves like one deprived of his intellectuals, regards not his interest, neglects his men, and would forsake all, to pursue her, were he not terrified by those of the Nobility and Gentry, that fide wi●● him; So that were your party in as distracted a condition as ours, we would with a few men soon dissipate the source of both, and make ourselves Masters of all.  
As they were thus discoursing and plotting, they espied on a Hill several Horsemen, that rid as if they pursued them, and both suspecting that they were suspected, and fearing lest they should be overtaken and discovered, they mounted their Horses, and ●led with all speed into an adjacent Wood, whither 〈◊〉 they were followed, so that they could hardly escape their pursuers, till the night's darkness concealed them; when wand'ring and roving to and fro, no● knowing where they were, they saw at a great distance, a moving light, roll up and down, much like an Ign●s F●tuus, as they conceited; at first they wer● 〈◊〉 with this sudden fiery appearance, but at length they resolved to ride up to it, and see whether their fancies were not deluded, hoping it might be the Torch of some Traveller, that could direct them in the way. But as soon as they came pretty near, and were able to discern it, to be no such Meteor as they before conceived, they heard a hoarse yelling shriek, that echoed through the Woods, and the light falling, as if it sank into the Earth's bowels, presently vanished; but suddenly two other lights succeeded it, so that Danpion and Periander retaining their wont courage, were now more earnest than before, to satisfy themselves what it should be; but their desires were soon fulfilled, for, before they were come up to them, they saw a young Wench rubbing of an old Beldame, and pulling her by the Nose, striving to ●etch life in her; who it seems (as they were afterward told) swooned away, by the f●ight she received with the noise of Danpions and Periander's Horses. As soon as the Wench heard the neighing of the Horses, no less affrighted, than her old Grandam, she ran into the house, and 〈◊〉 the door, and left her lying upon the ground like a Witch in an Ecstasy; whiles Danpion & Periander glad that their Apparition, vanished into this, hoping they might now meet with a Guide, road up to the house; but ere they were there, they were encountered by an ill-favoured crooked-backt, ruffainly Rustic, that with a Forest-Bill on his neck, came out of the house, swearing by Pan's cloven-hoof, that whether they were men or devils he cared not, he would teach them for base dastardly Cowards as they were, to fright a poor old woman. But he no sooner saw them, but he flung down his Bill, and in all duteous reverence on his knees entreated them to be merciful, and said they were poor folks, and had nothing fit for such Gentles as they were. We desire not any thing (said Periander) we are Servants that have lost our way in these Woods, and desire to be conducted to some place where we may lodge to night, and to morrow travel hence about our occasions. Truly (said the man) I am very ingrate of the way hereabouts, and can give you no satisfaction where you may lie to night, unless in this house, and Battus the Forester that dwells here, is gone abroad, and will not be at home these nine days, and none but he knows these places. Danpion and Periander hearing this, smiling at the fellows rusticity, alighted off their Horses, and went into the house, where there was none but the Wench that had been so officious to the old woman; and she sat in the Chimney-corner, snitling and driuling in such a posture, as would have made one loath all lamentation; and she was sure (she said) she should not have such another loving Grandam, and what would her Grandsire say, when he comes home, and many other the like expressions.  
But as soon as they came in, she arose from her seat, and making a loathsomely squeamish Countenance, and wiping her Eyes with the fag-end of a Dishclout, and ●●ying her Body and her Neck, as if she was in a Convulsion-fit, made many fine Daps, and ran out of the house to her Grandmother; who before she could get to her, had made a shift to raise herself on her withered legs, and came grunting, and crawling to the door, like a carcase newly risen from a Tomb; for her Eyes looked like two▪ Worm-holes, and her Face like snips of tannd Leather stitched together, and the wrinkles like the di●ty seams. The old Tooth-drawer Time, had robbed her of all her Teeth, excepting one, that out of compassion he left to adorn, and palisado her Chaps, and withal, to fence in her upper Lip, which otherwise would have slapped too near her Chin, and hid the comeliness of her nether. Her Cheeks hollow, like her heart, contained Dens of dirt, where Deformity lay battening itself, and looked like the Earth in Dog-days drought, when the Sun hath ●uckt out all its moisture. Her bearded Chi● and wormeaten Nose, as if enamoured with each others Beau●y, were near kissing; but Nature wisely considering, that if they met too close, they might hinder the passage of her words, had caused the Butt-end of her Nose to turn up like a Hunte●s-horn. Her Body was a bundle of Bones sowed together, like a Sceleton, that few but would have taken her for a Fury; for she was not like one defaced, but gnawn with Age.  
But though her other Parts were thus decrepit, yet her old Palsied Tongue was lively, that that is the Vltimum morions, and last decaying Member in a woman; for all the way as she came limping, and supported by her Daughter, (for so any one would swear she was, by their likeness) that never left shaking and scolding at her for minding her no more, and letting her lie on the cold ground; she thought (she said) to let her have the Shepherd M●schus, and have given her something that she had kept in a clout for her, should have done her good, but since she had no more care, she knew what she knew well enough.  
Bion and Anus page 154.  
Danpion and Periander, that with abundance of mirth beheld this pitiful fray, had much ado to contain themselves from bursting out with a loud laughter, but considering it would more provoke the old woman, returned her the same answer they did to Bion, and requested a lodging there for that night, and told her, that if they could have a guide to conduct them out of this Forest, they would be gone the next day. Welcome (said the old woman); Minx (quoth she to her Daughter) get you up stairs, and fit the best bed for these strangers, and put in the fine sheet you are to lie with Moschus in when you are married, and if you be warm, get you in and air it. Good Mother (said Danpion) rather let's lie without a Sheet, or by the fire side, for we love not to have our sheets a●red; therefore (quoth the old woman) you shall have but one sheet; there i● not much difference (said Danpion) pray, rather than have th●● a●●ed, let us take our repose here by the fire ●ide, for we h●ve been Soldiers, and are now Servants, and therefore are not unacquainted with hardships; nay by 〈◊〉 ●atters (quoth she) you shall not lie here▪ 〈◊〉 you lie in a bed, to go away and disgrace our house as though we had not a bed for as good as you.  
After some such wise discourse as this, the night being far spent, they all 〈…〉 themselves to their lodgings; the old woman she lay below, 〈◊〉 upon four three-footed stools by the fire side, Daphins in a trundle bed under Danpion and Periander. But in the night, as though hardhearted fortune had a mind totally to ruin poor Daphins, there happened this sad mischance, not to acquaint you how Daphins poring upon her woeful misery had forgot to take away the ●ot stone, wherewith instead of a warming-pan, she used to heat her Grandams bed; so that the old woman unawares clapping her buttocks on it, shriveled them up like a leathern pouch; but in the night Daphins (it seems) was arrested with a laxative humour, so that she was forced to arise and disburden herself into a great close-stool-pan, that always stood under her Grandmothers bed, and was pretty spacious, that so it might contain the excrementitious evacuations of the whole family. Daphins having purged what she could with conveniency, loath that the old woman should discover her loathsome bestiality, sets the pan on the tester of the bed, intending to purify it the next day, which for many months before, and by its complexion one might think years, had escaped a scouring. But she had not been long gone, and warm in her bed, ere Daphins evil genius maliciously awaked her Grandam, who whether she had taken cold when she lay on the ground, or through a loving sympathy with her daughter I can't tell, but she was afflicted with the same running distemper, and making a shift to crawl out of her bed to look for the close-stool, it was too cunningly hid for her to find, so that she raging that her Daughter had again served her so vilely, takes a crutch, and pounces at the chamber floor for Daphins to come and assist her, but the Cat unhappily lying over the bed, suddenly awaked, and affrighted with the noise, intending to have leapt away, jumps full upon the close-stool, and overturns it, and tumbles it, and all that it contained, upon the poor old woman's noddle.  
Daphins who had not slept all this while, through fear that Anus should awake at this sad summons, arises, and tremblingly comes down at her call, to see what is the matter; But as soon as she saw Anus with the pan on her head, and the crutch in her hand, striking at her with might and main, for scold she could not, being querkned with the filthy ordure, she thought her Grandsire Battus had been come home drunk as he had wont, with his Helmit on his head, and had been fencing with his quarter staff, so that she was fain to awake Bion to hold him, lest he should wrong her Grandam; but she was soon saved that labour, for stealing to Bions' trestles, thinking unseen and out of any danger of a blow to arouse him, Anus notwithstanding perceiving her cunning, thought to have reached her such a blow, as should sufficiently recompensed all her abuses, but it unluckily, as fortune would have it, alighted on Bions' paunch near to his midriff, with such a force, that he was even compelled to disgorge those superfluities of the pan, that at its overthrow, had extravagantly fled into his mouth, being wide open, as if he was devouring of sleep by mouthfuls, and that he had been all this while struggling to digest. Bion enraged with this blow, between sleep and wake, arises, and gets up one of his four tripodes, and threatens apparent destruction to all that came near him. And as if Apollo-like he had from that tripos given forth an Oracle, he strikes such a blow on old Anus one tooth, that grew like an Unicorns born out of her nether gum, that not only deprived her under chop, and her upper lip of that ornament, but laid her flat on her back, and made her kick up her heels, and Hieroglyphically represent her husband's fortune, and doubtless had quite spoiled her face, had it not been well defended and fortified by the close-stool-pan. But not to detain the honourable guests Danpion and Periander any longer from their sleep, by the rude rumbling and brawlings of this unseemly crew, this bloody fray was soon ended by their mutual intercession, all being of a loving nature, and willing to be reconciled, every one framing a wise Apology, and Daphins having first cleansed her Grandam, and the Pan, being before much of a complexion, as well as she could, they again betook themselves to their rest.  
Scarce had the early Lark, the winged Herald of the morning, with its pretty warbling notes, summoned the bright watchmen of the night to prepare for a retreat, and Aurora had opened the vermilion Oriental gate to make room for Titan's radiant beams, to slide through the gloomy air, when Danpion and Periander weary of their uneasy pallet, arose and left Daphins fast asleep, champing as if she was chewing the cud, and her mouth slabbering her fingers, as if she had dreamt of her good houswifry, and was going to spin, the other hand pulling a reddish yellow lock out of her head, reddish, I may properly term it, since it was much of the colour of a Reddish; and this she twisted to and fro, as if it had been the ●ow, and well she might mistake her head for the distaff, since it was much of the same Pyramidal form; and the other two they left snoring, as if their over greedy swallowing of sleep had near choked them, and walked out ●o refresh themselves with the sweet air, being almost poisoned with the ●unk that ascended from the last night's Combat, and to see what pickle their Horses were in; Bion the Groom lying snorting in the Chimney, as if he were looking to swine, and had not time to mind Horses. But as it happened, they were grazing about the house, so that having catcht them they road up and down to see if there were any other house or hamlet near adjoining, where they might be better accommodated, until they could meet with a guide, but finding no place else thereabouts, and unwilling to ride too far, they returned to the house, where by this time the three goodly inhabitants were all arisen from their couches, and had prepared a sumptuous breakfast for the strangers, so that now they could have a full view of Daphins, whose beauty the ●able night had masked, whom they took the better notice of, because she was all the cook they had. And indeed she was an exquisite piece, and so you'd say if you had seen her; and so Anus her mother, Moschus her suitor, and Bion her wellwisher said, and I should think the verdict of such curious persons might be something regarded; but you'll object, that their judgements were biased with interest and affection; so may be yourn is for aught I know. But then to convince you further I'll describe her.  
To begin with the crown of her Head, kind Nature the better to discover the pure whiteness of the skin, that covered her thick Scull, had lovingly unthatched her crown, and peeled away all the unnecessary hai● thereabouts, and lest her a dainty soft ridge of moss, that fringed her head round like a garland, so that if you had seen her, you would have certainly thought she had a night cap on, thrumnd with furs. This hair was something short, lest it should hide her comely spacious Ears; spacious they were, that so they might hear the biggest sounds distinctly, which was the reason that she often gave why she had the sense of hearing so admirable, and could distinguish of sounds so acutely, for she would stand without doors, and if the Dog threw down the tongues in the kitchen, or the Sow overset the Milk pan in the Dairy, she would tell you exactly what it was fell down, and never go into the house at all to know, and therefore she would often wisely admire, how it was possible for little ears to hear great sounds, for (said she) how should great sounds, get in at little ears? but I think that Objection might be answered by your Naturalists, that make it their business to pry into Nature's abstruse and abscondite secrets, and therefore to their wisdoms I leave the discussion of it, and proceed in my description.  
Her head was triangular, that being (as Moschus would often say) the best and most commodious shape; for, said he (for you must note he was book learned) a head of a rotund figure cannot possibly be so commodious to lodge the three Organs of the Soul, the common sense, fantasy, and the memory, nor contain so much wit as a three square noddle; for a Globical head (quoth he learnedly) confusedly jumbles all the three together, which is the reason that many are so troubled with the Vertigo in their brain, it is because they are round heads; their conceits endlessly running in a circle of fancy, having neither rational beginning nor ending. But now a triple corner'd noddle hath three convenient cavities, where the three things aforesaid may lie distinctly and severally undisturbed, like Hares on their Forms, or Foxes in their holes, until they are started and unkenneled by the barkings of Reason. And further (said he) I'm sure, its plain, it cannot contain so much wit, for a Globe cannot fill a triangle, much less can that that is contained in it fill it. For (quoth he) this is an undeniable rule, that body that can contain both the thing containing and the thing contained, can much more contain the thing contained, that can be contained in thing containing. But prithee, Moschus▪ be not thus tedious in thy prolix comments upon thy Daphinsses strange perfections, but let me proceed.  
Her purple forehead (that colour betokening Majesty) was streaked with lovely wrinkles, which black with atoms of dirt, that as it were in love with her beauty, had transplanted themselves from their native habitations, to dwell in those amiable furrows, so that they looked like shadowy strokes, that Nature made, the better to set off the 〈◊〉 of her beauty; or rath●r like curious folds, where Nature wrapped her perfections, lest they should dazzle spectators Eyes.  
Eyebrows she had none, lest she should frown, and fright her poor Lovers; her Eyes were dainty Matches, at which Cupid enkindled the Torches of Affection, and set them on fire for her Lover's hearts. Matches did I say? They were not Matches, for the one was as big again as the other.  
Her right Eye being of a Hazel brown, stood peeping out of its Den, like a Mouse catched in a Trap; for so her Lovers thought, that that be sure was ensnared in Love's Trap, and enticed with the Bait of Affection▪ but her left Eye, being of a goggle size, to revenge her sister's quarrel, stood staring out, ready to ●ly in their faces, for having such base thoughts of the right. And indeed Dame Nature had herein showed abundance of wisdom, for she had placed a third part of her left Eye out of her head, le●t her right eye modestly hiding itself, should creep into her head; and placed her right eye far into her head, lest her left Eye should sta●● quite out of her head.  
Her virtuous Nose, was like the letter Y▪ Pythagoras Hieroglyphic of virtue, whence a rare quintessential distillation continually dropped, which le●t it should be lost, her nether lip stood pou●ing out, to catch it. Her Cheeks were of a Pease-porridge-tawny, the Sun being in love with her rare beauty, as the Moon was with Endymion, had often all to be— kissed her (what had I like to have said, but if I had, I think you would have believed me, if you had seen her complexion) I say, he often smacked her countenance, and left the print of his lips behind. Indeed a dainty crop of hair she had upon her upper lip, which some said, was made for an eyebrow, because she being singular in her other parts, was therein to have been a miracle, and had her eyes placed under her nose, that she might the better see the way to her mouth. But Moschus (whose judgement I chiefly follow) replied, That the comely latitude of her mouth, made it an easy mark for her fingers, and then, had they been placed there, a constant Flux of Rheum from her nose had interrupted their sight.  
But as for that curious hay-mow on her lip, for so I may properly term it, by reason of pretty mops and mews she used to make, would provoke any one to spew out a laughter, and because once in twenty five hours she used to mow it, but if that term will not please, than that thorn-hedge on her lip, was but to fence round the dike, her mouth, to keep her nose from trespassing on her chin. But Moschus said, they were the prickles that grew about the Roses of her lips. Her teeth as if afraid they should eat one another, were ranked in their open order, to give the freer passage to her words. Ranked do I say? I that they were, like the dregs of putrefaction, or the corrupted funk, that steams from the purging Carcase of a gut-●ed Cannibal. Her neck warped awry, that made her head stand on one side, as if she had a mind to a kiss. But as for her other parts, I leave the description of them, to those that are better acquainted, as Moschus, Bion, etc. fearing, lest in going about to convince my Reader of an uncharitable error, I myself commit an error exceeding the limits both of excuse and charity, in blurring so much innocent paper, with the pourtraying such ●oul deformities, which yet may have thus much use to foil Amphigenia's words-transcending perfections.  
But you may object, there is another crime, I am guilty of by this long relation, and that is detaining Danpion and Periander too long from their Breakfast, which Daphins had prepared.  
To that I answer negatively thus, viz. It is no such matter, for when they saw this bundle of Kitchenstuff, Daphins, they had as much mind to break their necks, as their fasts, and to eat the Kitchen as the stuff that the Wench had dressed for them, for she had filled the stuff so with dirt and filth, that an Ostriches stomach, that can digest Iron, would have nauseated it, so that they left it to be maunched by the company, who indeed most valiantly behaved themselves. Bion with teeth-like half Pikes, most courageously slaughtering all that came near him, and Daphins with no less fury chopping it as small as Herbs for the pot; and having thus quartered and buried the enemies, that durst assault and scale her chaps, she now begins to fall hastily to the hot hasty pudding that stood next her, which it seems was so hot, that she having greedily hoist in by whole sale, a wooden ladle full, it so parched her gums, that she was fain to tumble it to and fro in her mouth, like one that was mumbling a twitty titmouse, not daring to let it go, or swallow it. Anus seeing her mump, and her chaps wamble up and down, thinking she had mocked her, hurls the dish of porridge, that she had in her hand at Daphins, but it unfortunately hit Bion, who enraged with this affront, snatches up the nasty pudding and swashes it all about Daphins and her Grandam. Daphins mad with this, slaps two pound of butter, that she had churned that morning, upon Bions' face, so that it clammed so to his eyelids, that it almost blinded him, the rest hanging dripping upon his whiskers. With that Bion starts up in a rage, and sets her head in the ●rumity pot, and so entangles her heels in the hangers, that, poor Wench, ere she could recover herself, she was just ready to give up the ghost, had not her tenderhearted Grandam come and relieved her, and cleansed her with the dishclout, as well as she was able, whilst Bion brushed his beard with a broom besom. Danpion and Periander seeing this suffle, laughed so vehemently, that the old woman was ready to hurl the frumenty-dawbed dishclout at Periander. This is brave (quoth the old 〈◊〉, quoth she) what, can't I do what I will in my 〈◊〉 house? By ●uno's petticoats (quoth she) had I 〈◊〉 you'd ha' been so unmannerly, you should ha' 〈…〉 a dike for me, and ne'er ha' dirted my sheet with 〈◊〉 ugly hoofs. Bion (quoth she) give him a dust 〈◊〉 teeth, and a kick●oth ' tail, and turn him out of 〈◊〉, I charge you. B'e● Lady, quoth Bion, that's the way to have two for it, believe me (quot● he) I love to sleep in a whole skin.  
But by this time came in Moschus, and old Thyrsis the shepherd, with some other shepherds and Foresters, that were the nearest inhabitants, to visit old mother Anus, and young Daphins, and to know if Battus was come home, who seeing two such comely personages as Danpion and Periander, fell into admiration, who they should be. Moschus was jealous, lest they should be suitors to Daphins, Thyrsis was ambitious▪ that he might have them for his Sons-in-law and therefore comes with abundance of Rhetoric, and importunes them to accept of entertainment, at his poor Cottage, until Battus should come, being informed that they were servants that had lost their way, and wanted a guide.  
Danpion and Periander hoping they might meet with better accommodations there than here, accepted of his invitation, and went along with them, leaving Moschus kissing and courting of Daphins. Thyrsis greedy of knowing who these persons should be, seeing them to be likely and hopeful young men, demanded of them their names, and whom they served.  
Periander (according to the agreement between Danpion and him, to change their names) called himself Troilus, and Danpion, Thestilus, and told him that they were servants to a couple of Gentlemen, that lived▪ the one near the Court, and the other retired himself in the Country, and they two being of acquaintance, had inconsiderately traveled together, so far into that Forest, that they had quite lost their way, and entreated no other courtesy of him, but if possible to direct them out of the Forest, for otherwise they feared, if they should stay until Battus came home, they should exceed their time limited, and incur their Master's displeasure. Truly (said Thyrsis) this many a long day have I been a shepherd upon these Plains hard by, and yet never in all my life did I stray any where, unless after a straggling sheep, but up and down from one neighbour's house to another, and none about us knows the way but Battus, that I can t●ll of.  
With these and the like discourses they passed away the time, until they came to the house that sto●● upon a pleasant plain, mantled with the verdant 〈◊〉, and chequered with eye-pleasing Flowers, which 〈◊〉 to a little hill, upon whose aspiring brow, you might survey the Country round, which though it abounded with enamelled Meadows, spread with Flora's Tapestry, and Pastures for Sheep to graze on, watered with bubbling Springs and murmuring Streams, and all things for a Shepherd's life, yet it was enriched with envious Woods and Forests, not pervious for any but those well acquainted with the passages, so that it seemed like a sweet pleasant spot of ground that they had culled out to encloyster themselves from the residue of the turmoiling world.  
Troilus and Thestylus (for so they now termed themselves) having a while viewed the pretty delightsom prospects that the Country presented to their sight, went into the house with Thyrsis, where there was his two Daughters Phyllis and Arethusa, as busy as Bees, running up and down the house to fit it against their Father came home. Phyllis was a pretty black wench, of a loving nature, but proud and coy, and though desirous of a Husband, yet thought few good enough for her, but would lift up her nose, and wag her head with many a coy nod, as though she looked higher than such as they, and tell them, that truly she could live without a Husband, whatever they thought. Arethusa was fair and modest, and mightily itched for a Husband, and therefore would cast many loving sheep eyes at young men that came in; but yet if any came to her, her foolish bashfulness would not let her consent, but she would pule them out all▪  
Assoon as these two saw Troilus and Thestylus come in with their Father, observing diligently that they were prettier and more proper men than ordinary, and hoping they might come as Suitors, fell enamoured presently with them; Phyllis she began to feel her heart tumble up and down in her, and she could not but skeu at Troilus and wish that he was her Husband; when his lips opened to speak, she imagined they smacked together, as if they were kissing of her, and if he chanced to look awry, she thought presently it was an amorous look at her; and she would make many occasions to pass by, and then she would look more demurely than ordinary, and screw her face into a posture, that a bit of looking glass flatteringly made her believe was handsome, and dip down many dainty dops, as though somebody had struck her in the hams. Arethusa, she was taken with Thestylus, and she was not so confident as her sister, but would stand behind the pantry door, and peep through the key hole at him, and oh! she wished that she could entice him a milking with her, and she resolved if ever he came a wooing to her, that she would pluck up a good heart, and say Yes at first word, for by that ugly word No, she had lost many a well favoured suitor, that would have had her otherwise. But hay, the joy there was when their Father came and told them, that these young men were come to be their Husbands, and bid them be kind to them; that is a very unnecessary command, thought they. Phyllis she felt her heart wamble, and pant, and keep such a stir in her, that she could not rest in a place, but must needs hop up and down the house, and was ready to go to Troilus and tell him she consented, before she knew whether he would have her or no. Arethusa was so nettled, that she flung to and fro, as if she had a gad sly in her tail, and both of them were so over joyed, that neither of them knew what they did. And thus were the poor wenches senses almost racked out of course between the extremes of Joy and Love.  
Many days Troilus and Thestylus here continued to their far better contentment than at Battuses. Phyllis and Arethusa being very observant, wooing them by their officious carriage, and Thyrsis showing all manner of kindness, according to his rustical generosity, hoping to win them in the end; daily telling them how many teems of Oxen he would give Phyllis, and how many flocks of Sheep he would give Arethusa, and what Meadows and Pasturage he would bestow upon them, and thus continually ty●ing their ears with such kind of discourse, until at length the nine days were expired, but yet no news that Battus was come home, for Thyrsis would fain have continued them a● his house, till he had enticed them to have married his Daughters, and therefore concealed Battuses coming as long as he was able.  
Troisus and the Shepherd page. 169.  
Phyllis with face fairer than any new washed Lamb, with eyes black as Berry, and lips as red as Coral; this Phyllis, I no sooner saw her, but as if her look; had bewitched me, I could not for my life restrain my eyes from straggling after her, but I must be looking at her, though to my cost, I found, that every look (methought) conveyed a piece of my heart, to her till at length she monopolised it all to herself, so that I minded nothing but thinking of her, and neglecting my Sheep, would walk all alone and talk of her, ne'er caring what a murrain became of my flock, for now I myself was become one of Cupid's flock, and Phyllis eyes were the sheephooks wherewith he caught me, her mouth the Tar-box, and her comforting words the Tar, wherewith he kept me from pining away with the Love-rot; the pond where he daily washed my fleece was made of tears, for indeed when I was by myself, I could do nothing but whine, as oft as I thought of Phyllis; and as he daily washed me, so he daily fleeced me, that I was become ' e'en nothing but skin and bone, that I looked just like a Skillet (as Doctors call a man, after they have picked his bones) so that when I came amongst the rest of my companions, they amazed got about me like Birds about an Owl, and made jests of me, some said, I looked as I had got the Murrain, and would rub Tar over my face; others said my bones looked like a set of keiles, and would toss their bowls at me; and indeed I did look most piteously, for I have often seen my face in a Spring, but for all that, I in the end obtained Phyllis' love, and was to have been married to her, just as you came to the house, but assoon as you came, the case was altered, Phyllis looks coy (forsooth) as though I were not good enough for an husband for her, and she looked for another-gates husband than I, and the like. Whereupon (die ' see) I enquired after you, who and what you were, and whether you came to marry Phyllis or not, and amongst my neighbours, at length I heard, that you came to steal away Thyrsisses daughters privately, and no body know of it, but the old man, who had consented, and brought you to his house for that purpose, and the young Maids, be sure you would not long stay for their good will, for they were so much taken with you, it passed, that none of we durst speak to them, the Gentlewomen were grown so proud, whereupon (die ' see) I was so provoked, that I should be so disdained, and my Father's eldest Son and all, that I resolved to try a touch with you, for I would have you to know, that though you now were too hard for me, yet I could make my party good with e'er a young man of my inches, in these parts, let him be who he will. And then the fellow began to puff, and look bigger than ordinary, and with that swelling made an end of his story.  
But by this time they had gotten to Battusses house, where (as their fellows had told them) they found him at home, so that having dismissed them they applied themselves to Battus, and requested him to conduct them out of this Forest, and they would recompense him for his labour. Battus willingly consented, and so they went on their journey, when by that time the World's great Luminary had hid himself behind the mountains, and was descending to take his rest on Thetisses watery couch, they came to the place where they first met, where having first gratified Battus for his pains, the two friends Danpion and Periander (now no more Troilus and Thestylus) agreed upon time and place, where again they might have recourse to inform each other of the affairs of State, and of the state of affairs in both parties; and so they parted, Periander betaking himself to Pandions' Castle, and Danpion to the King's Court, whither by that time the torches of the night were enkindled in the heavens, he arrived. But scarce had he alighted off his horse, ere winged Fame had carried tidings of it to the ears of most, and by reason of his eminency it was not long, before it was known to all, so that the King having notice of it, he immediately sends for him to come to his presence, to give an account of his absence, for there wanted not in the Court, those malicious and yet ambitious spirits, that repining at Danpions supereminent glories, took all advantages against him, and in particular this of his withdrawing from the Court to beget suspicious thoughts of him in the King, that so by degrees they might bring him to his Occident, whose presence thus in the Meridian favour, totally obscured their lustre, and in whose absence only their dim Starlight could appear. And knowing him to be too potent with the King, and too strongly fixed in his bosom, to remove by apparent violence, and impetuosity, they therefore imitating those that when they cannot take a Fort by storm, seek to undermine it, sought privately to calumniate and reproach him with treachery an infidelity, to which this present absence of his seemed to add no small confirmation.  
But all these obtrectations proved in the end but like Dogs barkings at the Moon, who slackens her pace never the more, nor wraps her face in a Cloud never the sooner, for all his Choleric yelping. So Danpion soon obtained his former favour, when he had informed the King, that the occasion of his absence was only an accidental loss of his way, as he road out on an Evening for his recreation.  
Danpion having continued some time in the Court, seeks by all means possible to acquaint Florinda, that he was returned, that she might give him intelligence whether there were any hopes of reconciliation with Amphigenia, and whether all endeavours to that purpose would be fruitless or not.  
Florinda having notice by this means that Danpion was come, secretly repairs to his Chamber, and there tells how desperate averse the Lady Amphigenia yet continued to all his Sex, and in particular to him, by reason of the last affront he offered her (for so she esteemed it) but yet incourages him to prosecute his intents, with what prudence and secrecy he could, for she said the prosecution of such a design required both in the full extent of their natures; and moreover she promised him that wherein her assistance could be available, she did oblige her whole power to his service. Danpion returning her infinite thanks for her unimitable civilities, takes his leave and goeth and ponders by himself, and at length concludes upon a plot, which in short time he thus puts in execution.  
It was when the black browed night triumphing over the day, sat shaking her dewy locks in her Ebony throne, having spread her rorid Carpet over the sable Hemisphere, and dul-eyed Morpheus, with his drooping Charms, and hushed the tired senses to their rest, when Danpion attended on by his Page, secretly steals through the crankling vault, to Amphigenia's Chamber, whom he finds just as the drowsy Deity had benumbed her senses, a book in her hand, and her waxen Taper, a Lovers true Hieroglyphic, burning by her, as if composed of Lovers hearts, it had fetched flames from her eyes, and with those flames consumed itself to ashes. And perceiving the opportunity fit for his intended enterprise, he attires his beautiful Boy like one of heavens swift Pursivants, with golden Wings, which by reason of a private Engine, so poyzed his body in the Air, like Archytas Dove, that as if some secret spirit lurked in those gilded plumes, he could convey himself whether he pleased. About his fair naked body was girt a silken weed, which partly of a Caerulean-colour, sweetly intermixed with purple streaks, seemed as if he had been clothed in a piece of Aurora's mantle, and partly of a misty gloomy colour, artificially interwoven with Gold, looked as if he had snatched a Sunbeam, sheathed in a dewy cloud; that golden Zone that encompassed his middle, looked like the Zodiac, the Jewels wherewith it was embossed, like the Planets, and the rich Carbuncle, that served for a button, whose nature is to be most resulgent in the darkest night, shone with so much resplendency, as in the midst of that darkness, it most lightsomely represented the Sun. In the one hand, he put a Harp, and in the other a Letter, which was thus superscribed. Venus' Queen of Beauty, to Amphigenia, her Successor.  
In this Garb he conveys him into the room, through a secret passage, like a trap-door, made in the roof of the Chamber, that he had carved out for that purpose. The lovely Boy, being thus entered into the room, and instructed in all things, gently moves his Air-dividing Pinions, and marrying his sweet quavering voice, to the Harps ravishing Airs, as he flies, sings this Song.  


Fair Venus' Queen of Beauty's dead,  
And hath bequeathed her white and red  
To Amphigene.  
And that her Graces all should lie,  
In thee as in a treasury,  
Perfections lovely Queen.  
Thus runs her will,  
And heavenly powers have sworn it to fulfil.   

And those that used for to invoke,  
Her name, and make her Altar's smoke,  
With fumes of sighs,  
And haunted oft her hallowed shrine,  
And owned Love a power divine,  
Quotidian votaries,  
At her last breath.  
(Moore sweet than Myrrh!) to these she d●d bequeath.   

A coin made of thy heavenly gold,  
With melting flames of love that should  
Dissolved be,  
And Cupid's image stamped thereon,  
And doled about to these, for none  
But such deserved (said she)  
And then a groan  
She gave, that heaven echoed with the tone;   

And sighing said, as she did moan,  
I here surrender up my Throne  
To Amphigene.  
Her eyes refulgent beams must be,  
Sceptres to rule all hearts, and she  
Must now be Beauties Queen:  
Go, Boy, proclaim,  
Through all the world, fair Amphigenia's fame▪   

Scarce this she said, ere she expired,  
I'm come to do what she desired;  
Hail Amphigene.  
All hearts must now revere, adore  
Thy rare perfections, nay yet more,  
To thee as Beauty's Queen  
Admiring eyes  
And tongues must tribute pay, and sacrifice.   

The powers above, to keep their vows,  
With Graces all do Crown thy brows,  
Her will t' obey.  
Her neckless made by Cupid's arts,  
Of weeping eyes, and bleeding hearts,  
Linked on a fulgent ray  
That streaming came  
From thy sweet eye, they must restore the same.   

The Coach where she triumphant road,  
And thy Idea hath abode,  
Is Danpions heart;  
Thy cheeks must be the milk● Doves  
By which the Chariot's drawn, by Love's  
Transcendent Conquering Art,  
And to restrain  
Thy tressing curls must be both whip and reign.   

Then as a Herald from the powers  
Above, the Queen's Executors,  
Proclaim I do,  
thou, Queen of hearts, and Queen of Love  
That Angel's rules, that dwell above,  
And men that live below;  
Then here by Jove  
And Styx thou swearest, thou'lt not a tyrant prove.    
Having sung this Song, as he waved to and fro in the room, he gently descends upon the Bed, where Amphigenia lay, and delivers her the Letter, which contained thus much.  
Let not my death cause thee to entertain any undervaluing thoughts of thy perfections, for though with its sordid embraces it may soil so pure an immaculate transcript, where Nature in Rosy tinctured features, as in golden Characters, hath exactly copied out those Excellencies that give immortality to the Gods, yet know, the Original is on ●ile in Heaven, which time with his rusty fingers can never come to defile. Beauty is an immortal Plant springing up in humane soil, an inextinguishable ray of Divinity, or rather an enravishing reflection of the dazzling Beams, that stream from Divine Beauty; therefore the powers sublime have decreed, that though in me (ah me!) their protraicture's defaced, the transcript's soiled, the soil is spoiled, the Plant is withered, the reflection shaded and eclipsed by deaths malevolent interposition; yet that in thee their picture shall more lively be portrayed, the transcript varnished, the soil enriched, the Plant transplanted, and the reflection with greater lustre augmented, and the quintessence of that purity which made all hearts adore me, and gave me a divine sovereignty, and unlimited prerogative, must be transmigrated into thee. Then since by the universal determination and suffrage of the Gods, You must succeed me in my dominion, take this advice, as the counsel of a dying Queen, and your predecessor, Avoid these two extremes.  
1. Let not your beauty be a pander to venereous desires.  
2. Nor let it raise your thoughts to so high a pitch above humane nature, as to disdain any community inferior to divinity.  
The consumption of that heap of rich perfections once treasured up in me, sufficiently testifieth the bad consequence that attends the former error. For though my revenues were large, and so large, as that they were not capable of augmentation, without increasing to Infinity, both heaven and earth as tributaries, bringing in the choicest of their treasures, and contending who should most enrich the Exchequer of my beauty, of which I need not trouble you with an Inventory, since in yourself you may read the Total sum, yet my too prodigal expense hath made me turn bankrupt, so that now grim death hath arrested me, and would convey me into the earth's hollow womb, there endlessly to poor upon my misery, did not fulminating Jove pawn his divinity to Bail me. But what need I use such expressions as these, to one whose unpolluted mind was never yet stained with an unchaste thought? Else I might have added, that this counsel is not only consonant to Prudence but Policy, for by that means you may contract an inviolable league with Diana, my irreconcilable enemy, whilst I reigned, and procure an union between the two principalities, which otherwise will be a continual pest each to other. But as for the latter extreme, what ever you do, avoid that, as a notorious Solecism in policy, and that that will inevitably tend to the devastation of your Kingdom. For who do ye think will make your sacred Altars smoke with incense, if you incense them with austere reryredness, and supercilious behaviour, which above all things Lovers hate? If you would have access to your people's hearts, and be honoured and adored in the most recondite parts of their souls, your Throne must not be inaccessible. You will soon find that love-wounded mortals will disdain your Ceremonious rites, if you deny them Hymeneal rights, a fundamental privilege, which all your subjects will claim as their proper inheritance.  
Beauty is Nature's Ivy-bush, now, you will be a Cheat to the world, if you either sell that that's naught, or there's nought to sell. What would my subjects say of me, think you, if you should prove a superficial Queen, having little of the substance of Royalty, and they should see themselves compelled to embrace a misty resemblance of sovereignty in their affections? truly there's cause to fear, if you should thus simulize Ixion's Cloud, you'd be forced to suffer Ixion's penalty, endlessly to turn about the Wheel of your Fortune, and spin the thread of your own misery. To shun then both these extremes, and tread upright, verging to neither side, the only Counsel I can give you is this.  
On the one hand not to debar yourself of those chaste sweets, wherein espoused Souls are steeped in Bridal nights; nor on other the hand to drown your intellectuals, by an intemperate quaffing & imbibing in that Cream of sensual delights, which now my too guilty Soul too late bewails. Let Hymen's sacred bands conjoin your Soul with Danpions. Believe me the Virgin Zone is but a frozen Climate, productive of nothing but congealed desires, and phlegmatic conceits, where the minds Hemisphere is continually over spread with the Sable Clouds of Melancholy, until the Bridegroom, like the Radiant Sun, darts through his rays, and makes the Zone become torrid, and the soil fertile, and melts those conglaciated desires into amorous delights, more sweet than Pearls dissolved in Nectar; and this your own experience doth in part testify; for whence flows that immoderate doting upon that thing called Virginity, which considered in itself, is but a mere negation, and hath no being in nature, but from that Melancholic humour, which distempers those in your state, with a little less than Fanatic frenzy? Philosopher's say, that one is no number, if so, your single life renders you nothing, without Nuptial society. Now if you make your choice where I advise you, credit me, he will not prove a cipher, but augment your number, or if he do resemble a cipher, it will be in this, that he will encircle you in his Arms with his sweet embrace, and prove an endless Circle of joy and contentment to you. Therefore if the counsel, nay the commands, nay the requests of a dying petitioning woman, yea of a dying petitioning Queen, yea of your poor dying Queen, take any impression upon you, let your thoughts pitch upon him, whose person, parts, and heroic actions, sufficiently render him eligible, by the most accomplished, and transcendently beautiful Lady, the whole earth can boast of, and such a one I esteem yourself to be. Else I could have given innumerable reasons for that choice, deduced from his innumerable perfections, but I thought it would be but to gild the Sun beams, or to refine the pure Elixir of his praise.  
Dear Amphigenia, having thus unlocked the Cabinet of my breast, and disburdened my thoughts laden with corroding cares, for thine and my people's good, unto thee, and have given thee some directions, for the better swaying the Sceptre I have bequeathed unto thee, which I hope thou wilt not slight, being they are the last gaspings of thy deceasing Queen, and therefore most to be attended to, as Music's close hath the greatest impression on the hearers passion, it being the compendium of all the preceding notes: I shall now acquaint thee how I have distributed the small remainder of my treasure, and then bid thee farewell.  
Imprimis, my Beauty, my choicest Jewel, of highest estimation, I have bequeathed unto thee, not that Nature hath been any thing parsimonious of her gifts unto thee, or that Charity founded on the necessitous condition of the recipient, hath been the directrix of this my benevolence; but should I have bestowed it on another, that had been the ready way to have bred endless dissensions in thy Kingdom, in creating thee a Peer and corrival, which our Sex and State cannot admit of.  
Item, My Venereous appetite, I have given to the Nunneries, it being the only means to set on fire Diana's Kingdom with libidinous flames, thereby to compensate the injuries mine hath received from her deluded Votaries.  
Item, The Net wherein my jealous husband ensnared Mars and me, when we were fight a Love Duel, and satiating each others unsatiable desires, I leave unto the Stews, to fish for those that swim down the same voluptuous stream.  
Item, The Sunbeam, which with such saucy impudence, durst not only pry into but disclose a Lovers secrets, at the immodest relation of which, in a full assembly of the Gods, Aurora ever since hath blushed, I give unto new espoused Lovers to light them to their Bridal Beds; and as for Phoebus himself, who sent this bold spy to reveal my shame, I charge you, revenge it, by outshining him, in his greatest lustre, with your Beauty.  
Item, The Golden Ball of Discord, which the fair Phrygian Shepherd, on happy Ida's top, adjudged unto me, as the prize of my transcending Beauty, I have left unto the rich Misers, to be a continual cause of unappeasable jars, between the th●ee powers of their Souls, the Understanding, Will, and Affections.  
Lastly, my Husband Vulcan's horns, I have bequeathed unto the Citizens of Trachys, though they themselves through frigid sterility, have been inclining to Diana's faction, yet for their Wives faithful loyal and ardent zealous affection to, and promotion of, our much despised cause, they are rewarded with them, which will prove as Cornucopiaes, filled with offsprings, riches and all terrestrial blessings.  
Having thus given thee an Enchi●idion, or Breviary of those Legacies, more at large penned down in my Will, I have now nothing to do, but to bid heaven and earth and thee and all farewell: Farewell do I say? Can my evaporating Soul assist my feeble Lungs, in breathing forth that word, and not expire? 〈…〉 languor runs through all my defatigated limbs, at the fatal sounding of that deadly world! methinks it rings in my ears just like death's Orator, the tolling bell, and comes to summon me to the Grave; at the very thought of it my affrighted blood congeals within my trembling veins, and a faint qualm surrounds my heart, as if a freezing blast from the glaciated Snow on the bleak Alps tops, insinuating itself into all my Pores, besieged my Vitals. Ah! cannot heavens doom be reversed? must I descend to the shades below? must I change my glistering Pall of immortality for death's winding sheet? Ah! methinks I feel myself already Coffined in his Sable Arms; methinks I hear grim Charon plead for an issue; methinks a dark gloomy Cloud interposes between me and the half-obscured light, and enwraps me in a black mourning veil. Then sweet Amphigenia, once more farewell, love thy subjects, remember me, be kind to Danpion, and therein thou wilt be kind to  
VENUS.  
Amphigenia that with a pleasant countenance had read part of the Letter, often smiling at Danpions' subtlety, ere she had perused half, converts her smiles into frowns, and with any angry blushing look, flings the Letter at the Boy, and bids him carry it back to Danpion, from whom he received it, and tell him, that he was very profuse in his own praise, and that she very much doubted, whether any of those Hyperbolical commendations were due to any of his Sex living, much less to him; and that if his thoughts were so self advancing, as to repute himself a person so highly accomplished, the way to have others concur with him in their judgements concerning his rich endowments (which was the thing she presumed he aspired at) was not (she said) to reveal so much of his folly; But if he was so ambitious of praise, it had been more wisdom to have had another tongue, and not his own, to be lavish in his praises, or that if he must needs commend himself, it were more honourable to extol himself by his actions, than by his words; for she was sure the wisest sort of people would esteem him, whose name was renowned for brave exploits, was sounded forth by the Trumpet of fame, to merit higher applause, than he whose own tongue babbled forth his own commendations in such an exuberant manner; but truly (said she) for his actions, those that I have had experience of, they give the lie to his expressions. Therefore she bade him advise him to sorbear any further troubling of her with his cheating follies, for (she said) he did but delude himself, in imagining he should delude her.  
The Boy hearing this, nimbly snatched up the Letter, and with his wings fanning out the light, that he might not be perceived how he vanished, he swiftly cuts through the fluid Air, and ascends to the top of the room, where the passage through which he entered was ready open for his return; so that after he had delivered himself out of that delightful prison, he neatly closes again the breach, and flies to Danpion, to acquaint him with the success of the plot, who having all this while sat in the dark Vault, was not ignorant of most of these passages. But when he was more fully informed, how she suspected the plot, and with what disdain and fury she tossed the letter to his Page, he presently hasts to his Chamber, commands his Boy to be absent, and slings himself on his bed, permits not his senses to take the least repose, but sometimes walks up and down the room, lamenting his condition, and then tossing himself on his Couch, exclaims against all women, and upbraids himself of folly, to be ensnared and captived with such an inconstant vanity. But then he would condemn himself for calumniating that Sex, when Amphigenia's virtues are sufficient testimonies of the incomparable excellencies that generous Nature confers upon them.  
In this restless manner he consumed most part of the night, having his thoughts distracted between despair and grief, which like two potent factions in a kingdom, b●ed a civil war in his breast, the event of which tended not to the predominancy of either, but only to a total exclusion of Morpheus, from usurping dominion over his turmoiled senses, grown almost senseless with those rude broils. But then summoning his wont fortitude, and invincible patience, under all the adverse storms of fortune, he now begins to banish sorrow and despair from him, and to rebuke himself for his effeminate submission to his passion. What (said he) shall I, who never yet was daunted with the terrors of an enemies murderous sword, and who durst assault an army of Gorgon's, Harpies, Furies, and all the infernal Apes and Monsters listed in Pluto's Militia, shall I now be forced to retreat from my resolutions with a Females ●rowns? and be now compelled to subjugate myself to every domineering passion? though I love Amphigenia, and for her sake would freely uncase my soul, and (were it in my power) transform it into a Jewel, which if I thought she would vouchsafe to honour with acceptance, I'd present her, as a testimony of pure affection; yet Amphigenia shall never make me unman myself, and degenerate from my masculine aequanimity into a leaden feminine spirit, whose embased flexibleness will bend and yield to every cross mischance that thwarts their desires. And what though I love Amphigenia, must I therefore do that that will make me hate myself? No, henceforth I am resolved to abandon all abject discontent and grief, and leave whining despair to those dejected souls, who conscious of their own small worth, become Love's footballs, and suffer themselves to be kicked and spurned by tyrannising Beauty. And though the imperious Mistress of my captived heart, doth yet retain her austere reservedness, yet she is a woman, and if a woman, light and unconstant, as the fleeting Air, or floating wave; and therefore as the Air is now stormy, and anon serene, the wave now rough, and anon calm; so who knows how soon she may calm and smooth her stormy brow, and be of a milder aspect? it is but waiting till her gamesome vein surprise her, and expel her rigid thoughts, and then she will be as toyish, as now she is coy. But stay, who is it, that my thoughts thus malapertly presume to accuse of levity, coyness, retyredness, and what not? is it not Amphigenia? Amphigenia, the model of heaven, the Paragon of Beauty, the glory of Nature, the world's ornament, the pride of Thessalia, and the Mistress of my heart? Amphigenia whose peerless perfections so far transcend the Criticism of Owl-eyed judgement, as that their dazzling lustre renders them even unapprehensible, much more incomprehensible, and most of all uncontrovertible. Can my dim-sighted soul then think to discern a spot in that resplendent Beauty, whose refulgent rays, though seen but by reflection in my thoughts, obscure its purblind sight, with a dusky mist? what if she be coy, and inexorable to the Petitions of her poor Lovesick suppliants? it may be she is an Angel clad in flesh, and if so, her purity debats all thoughts of humane conjunction, but if not, she is a woman clothed with Angelical Beauty, and that thought subverts all hopes of fruition. Her body though framed by Nature, of a marvellous Architecture, yet is but a temporary Cell, where her immaculate Soul, for the freer and more uninterrupted commerce with heaven, separated from all converse may reside, exchanging sacred and sublime meditations, the most pure offerings and sweet exhalations of a chaste uncontaminated mind, for divine enthusiasms and inspirations. Shall I then to purchase this transitory Cell, sell my joys, my life, my rest, my heart and all? no my immaterial Soul will not admit of commixture with the most refined earth, and therefore it is not her corporal part alone, though moulded into an Angelical form, that doth rapt my heart with a transporting affection; but her Soul, her virtuous Soul, whose beams shining through her eyes, as through a Crystal medium, reflect round her face, and exhale my affections; but alas! that's too much wedded to Virginity, and taken up with the ravishing delicacies of Chastity, ever to be adulterated and ravished with passion, so as to parturiate amorous desires, the offsprings of love-enthralled souls. Despair then henceforth shall be the sable hearse of my disturbing thoughts, I'll now compose my interior, disordered by the jarrings of rebellious passions, and make my irrational part resign and surrender up all her faculties to the governance and direction of my intellectuals. And if my discourteous Stars have not destined me to that happiness, to be linked in matrimonial union, with such a superexcellent Beauty, and to have our hearts dissolved into one, with the ardent flames of pure affection; I must frame a content, and make my Soul acquiesce in heaven's determination. But if the kind fates have decreed the contrary, I shall with unwearied patience await, till the happy hour of Amphigenia's miraculous conversion (Elixar-like) shall turn all my tormenting thoughts, and corroding anxieties into true bliss and contentation.  
Thus did Danpion sacrifice the night to the vigils of a restless mind, till about the dawning of the day, when night grown grey with age, began to fly with his train of Stars, before Titans● flaming horses, which were now climbing up the gilded Horizon; when leaping out of his bed, he went down into the shady walks, to solace himself in that Paradise of delights; but he had not walked many paces, ere his ear was arrested with a voice, which according itself to a Lutes mollitious Airs, was so harmoniously rapturous, as none but would have thought it to have been some Seraphim, who blest with a treble portion of Celestial joys, in an ecstasy warbled forth his own happiness; so far did it surpass the Pythagorean accents. These heart-rapting strains could not but extort attention from Danpions ravished ear, so that stealing nearer, the more to satiate his avaricious ears with that vocal melody (which was but parsimoniously conveyed unto him at that distance, as if the niggardly Grove had treasured up those Soul-inchanting notes, to enrich its winged inhabitants) he heard this Song.  

The Antiphone.  Chorus 
Sweet day, so calm, so cool, so bright,  
Thou hast expelled the dusky night,  
And Sol begins to mount on high,  
And marry Tellus to the sky.  
Each thing attired in's best array,  
Its purest sweets now doth display,  
As if this was its bridal day.  
Why should not we then court and toy,  
And lovers purest bliss enjoy?  Treble. 
In pearly drops the morning weeps,  
And in this dew, her sorrow steeps,  
To see herself excelled so far.  Base. 
She blushes in thy Cheek to see,  
So sweet a Crimson dy to be,  
With which her tincture can't compare.  Chorus. 
Thus we consume the Crystal day,  
And hours and minutes fly away,  
Whilst here we sit and court and toy,  
And Lover's rapting bliss enjoy.  Chorus. 
The Turtles chaste with billings sweet  
Unite their souls, whilst bills do meet,  
The Rose unfolds its spicy sweets,  
With them the purple morning greets,  
And marrys her perfumes to th' Air,  
The earth and sky now clad most rare  
Pride it like a new married pair.  
Why should not we then Court and toy,  
And Lovers purest bliss enjoy?  Treble. 
The Rosy morn these drops doth shed,  
As tears, that Sol her spicy bed  
So soon will leave, and from her go.  Base. 
Oh, no, they fall to kiss the Roses,  
Which thy pure Snowy Cheeks encloses,  
And in that bed of Lilies grow.  Chorus. 
Thus we consume the Crystal day,  
And hours and minutes fly away,  
Whilst here we sit and court and toy,  
And Lover's rapting bliss enjoy.  Chorus. 
The winged Angels of the Groves,  
In shady boughs do chant their loves,  
The early Larks to sing agree,  
This sweet days Epit halamie,  
Echo transformed by heavenly powers,  
To ' a voice, that haunts the Groves and Bowers,  
Doth seek t' espouse her strains to ours.  
Why should not we then court and toy,  
And Lovers purest bliss enjoy?  Treble. 
Look how the wanton air doth dance,  
And then as charmed into a trance,  
Listens to hear thy warbling airs.  Base. 
The wanton wind from thy sweet lips  
A kiss doth steal, and then it skips  
For Sanctuary into thy hairs.  Chorus. 
Thus we consume the Crystal day,  
And hours and minutes fly away,  
Whilst here we sit and court and toy,  
And Lover's rapting bliss enjoy.  Chorus. 
The leaves now fanned with Zephyt's wings,  
Marry their gentle mutterings,  
To th' murmurings of the streams beneath,  
Still purling, as the air doth breath,  
The silver streams, that gently creep,  
And seem in Crystal tears to weep,  
Mary the senses to their sleep.  
Why should not we then court and toy,  
And Lovers happiness enjoy?  Treble. 
Look how the days bright Harbinger,  
Stands still thy charming voice to hear,  
The Orbs melodious tones despising.  Base. 
Look how Hyperion sends a ray,  
To see if thou wilt rule the day,  
And seeing thee blushes at his rising.  Chorus. 
Thus we consume the Crystal day,  
And hours and minunes fly away,  
Whilst here we sit and court and toy,  
And Lover's rapting bliss enjoy.  Chorus. 
Fair Phil'mele on her thorny seat,  
As she doth quavering not●s repeat,  
And sing away the winged hours,  
Doth strive to espouse her airs to ours.  
Sometimes in plain, then by and by,  
She descants sweet, whilst we reply.  
And thus we procreate harmony.  
Why should not we then court and toy,  
And Lover's rapting bliss enjoy?  Treble. 
Prithee no more hyperbolise,  
Loves sweetest speech comes from thine eyes,  
Whose powerful language charms my soul.  Base. 
Oh charming word! cursed be that hour,  
When thy commands shall have no power,  
My soul to guide, rule, and control.  Chorus. 
Thus we consume the Crystal day,  
And hours, and minutes fly away,  
Whilst here we sit and court and toy,  
And Lover's rapting bliss enjoy.   
Danpion, that for a while lay as it were julld into a Trance, with the Music's sweet modulations, as if his Captived Soul had been fettered with the trembling strings, and imprisoned in the Lutes charming Womb, now began to be arowsed with a new swarm of stinging desires, whose inordinate Curiosity would not be satisfied, until he had repaired unto the place whence those Harmonious Accents came, that so with the sight of their Author, he might mitigate the Martyrdom he suffered under his tyrannizing-thoughts. But he soon redeemed his enslaved mind, with a full surplusage of Content, when at his arrival at that blessed Elysium, he beheld the two great Sharers in his Soul, Periander and Florinda, sitting together on a green Bank, under the protection of a spreading-Oak, and with their agreeing Voices, sweetly expressing the internal Harmony of their concording Souls; who no sooner had fixed their eyes upon him, and knew him to be Danpion, but they arose, and with pleasing looks, and humble deportments, the Orators of true Respect, and Affection, thus accosted him:  
Our good Angel, My Lord (said Florinda) is exceeding Prodigal of his favours to day, to bless us with the felicity of your company too, this sweet Morning. Vouchsafe me your Pardon, Madam, (said Danpion) for presuming thus to interrupt your sweet confederation: how much the harmonious Accents, these sweet Offsprings of your Angel-voyce transported me, is not within the power of my ravished thoughts to impart unto you.  
Your Hyperbolical expressions, My Lord, almost persuade me to a belief, that my mean Voice had charmed you out of yourself, but that I am too much acquainted with my own inability to effect things less miraculous: Myself must witness against myself for my own imperfections, which would soon appear, were they put to the test of an impartial judgement. But (my Lord) I am not a stranger to your Rhetorical vein.  
Madam (said Da●pion) I must acknowledge you have conquered me; yet, were not I so rapt with the wonder of your Virtues and Excellencies, that my Brains incapable to 〈◊〉 a Reply, I could also say, that benign Heavens have so 〈…〉 with your society, that neither and wholly unacquainted with your wont mode●●y, under which, it was always your endeavour to mask your Excellencies, and with which, as a diminishing Gla●s, you ever so 〈◊〉 to lessen your Perfections. But Madam (said he) they are too ●●spicuous, ever to be concealed with such a transparent Veil; Modesty rather sets a Crimson gloss upon the rest, and is but a lively Frontispiece, containing a short Enchiridion of your Perfections.  
Well, My Lord (said she) Women are the weaker Sex, and therefore however we seem to veil those things you are pleased to interpret Perfections, I'm sure we must veil to you; but this I must take the liberty to say, That the knowledge of my own little worth is too much fixed in my thoughts, ever to be unriveted by any Artifice whatsoever. Nor shall any Rhetoric Madam, (said he) ever ●avish from me the belief of your Excellencies.  
After these, and many other the like speeches that passed betwixt them, Danpion related the story of his unhappy love, what means he had used to accomplish his desires, but how ineffectual; how he had racked his Wit, and set all possibilities on the Tenters of his Invention; but how froward Fortune, the sworn Enemy to Virtue, and Virtuous Lovers, had opposed his Endeavours, and how more than all Amphigenia had loaden his misfortune with her heavy displeasure, so that all his Hopes were now Metamorphosed into Despair.  
Gylcera surpriz●d by a Pirate page 195.  
Glycera the Nun (said he) that hath so surprised Pandion's affections, as if the Heavens had frowned upon her, because she frowned upon him, hath of late undergone such calamities in Cyprus, (as we are informed by a Knight, that not long since was a sad Spectator of her more sad misery) such, I say, as would Challenge the Tribute of a River of Tears, from an Ocean of Grief; such as would compel the driest Eye to bleed or weep, and by as it were an Elemental transmutation, make the most flinty heart evaporate in airy fumes of sighs, or dissolve into a Lake of Tears: For no sooner had she escaped out of the Nunnery, but a cursed Pirate snatched her up, and conveyed her to his Ship, where he daily solicited her to part with her Chastity, more precious to her than her life; but she abhorring the motion, continually rejected him, so that in the end, that Rebel to Virtue, hell's firstborn, and heir inheriting its damnable practices, perceiving himself to be slighted, and no means to accomplish his hellbred desires, resolved to crop the sweet bud of her Virginity by force, and rob her of that rich Cargazoon of Virtue, which her sweet soul bound for heaven contained; and to that end having on a day most importunately urged her, with all the entreaties and enticements, a hell-inspired mind could invent, seeing all in vain, locks his Cabin door, and seizeth upon her like a Hawk upon the innocent Dove, whilst she (poor Lady) trembled under his talons, like a Lamb new yeaved on a sheet of Snow, and falls down upon her knees, and begged for heaven's sake, for Virtue's sake, and for his own sake, as he would not have the Sea open her devouring jaws, and entomb him alive in her vast womb, as he would not have the Clouds distil down vengeance upon his head, not to make her innocency become a prey to his lust.  
This said, she wept the rest, bedewing her Lillyed Cheeks with Crystal tears. But he, Marblehearted Villain, pourtraying in his loathed countenance, a doleful image of what hells cursed imps animated him unto, not at all daunted with the Majesty of sorrow, that sat enwrapped in a Snowy veil, nor moved with her words, whose woeful accents would have melted the most obdurate heart, and charmed the most merciless soul into commiseration, gripes her in his Arms, and flings his hellish deformed Carcase upon her, and thu● endeavours to possess him of those sweet treasures, which had been more fit to have been reaped by some heaven-blessed, earth-adored Monarch, than by the filthy hand of such a lust-defiled wretch.  
But alas! she (poor Lady) when through the liquid medium of her tears, she saw, that in despite of her weak struggling, she must part with her Virginity, that redolent perfume, which had wont to ascend to heaven, as the sweet sacrifice of her chaste mind, how did she blush, and weep, and wring her hands, as if she would squeeze tears from them too, and then look pale, as if grief had wrapped her beauty in the winding sheet of a Snowy paleness, being ready to be buried with her Virtue in the loathsome Grave of his lust? and than blush again, as ashamed to think of her shame, and weep as if his lustful flames had thawed her very soul into tears; tears that like Pearls, heart-breaking sorrow, woes factor, had brought from the crimson orient of her blushing Beauty; but then a Lillyed paleness would exile the Vermilion redness, and look like a Lawn sheet cast over a bed of Roses. One while the thoughts of her dying honour, but never-dying reproach, would die her Cheeks with a Crimson tincture, as if her heart bleeding for her misery meant to send some streams out at the Crystal sluices of her eyes, but ah! they were anticipated by an inundation of tears. And then the thoughts of her afflicted, forsaken, hopeless condition, the sad thoughts of her unheard, unpitied, unhelpt distress; ah! but the kill soul-vulnerating thoughts of her woeful dishonour, at length quite changed her countenance (sweet countenance, in which there shined a delicate loveliness, a lovely Majesty, a majestic sweetness, to the enthralling of adoring minds) I say quite changed her sweet countenance to a ghastly look, as if the lovely Roses of her Beauty would not grow in that Garden, where he planted his ra●es, or as if that white immaculate innocency that had hitherto dived into the bottom of her heart, and there enshrined itself, now grown light, did swim in the top, and cover her face with a pallid whiteness, as if it came to kiss her cheeks, and take its last farewell; or rather to supplicate heaven for speedy assist 〈◊〉 with shriller cries, than any her seeble voice could utter.  
The all-ruling powers, that are seldom inexorable to the heaven-penetrating shrieks of distressed innocency, had thus far permitted this flagitious mechator to proceed in his accursed enterprise, when just (oh unjust act, but just heaven, for so merciful a prevention!) just, I say, as he went to unload his lust, she gave a shrie●▪ as if sorrow had echo-like pined her very soul to a voice, that it resounded through all the parts of the Ship, like some horrid cry of a guilt-surrounded soul, newly snatched from the clai'y prison of its body, and delivered up before it is aware to the immortal pains of the other world; which arriving at the ears of the Seamen, they like men amazed, in a mad confusion presently run to the Master's cabin, and force open his door, where they beheld this dismal spectacle, the Master endeavouring to abuse the dead body of a beautiful Lady (for when she saw that the powers above would permit him to despoil her of her Virtue, her chaste soul, as abhorring to share with her fair consort the body, in so detestable a misery, fled to heaven to impetrate revenge.)  
This woeful sight could not but exact tears from a pumice, so that though their hearts hardened by a frequent performance of horrid actions would not relent at ordinary griefs, yet this disaster wrung such testimonies of a true sympathising sorrow, as no imagination could conceive greater.  
The Master, when he saw himself thus surprised in the midst of his barbarous impiety, started up and stood a while with all his faculties attached, with the raging agony of a furious passion; but though his silent tongue could pay no tribute to his madness, yet did his hideous countenance in the terrors of an affrighting look, decipher the desperate fury of his enraged mind, whilst his frothing mouth foamed out a dumb reply; till at length with extremity of passion arrouzed out of his hellish trance, he vomits forth a stream of monstrous oaths, as if he went to conjure down a legion of infernal spirits, and bans his men to the pit of hell, and stamps and swears, as if he would tear the Furies out of Tartarus, and binds his soul with an ear-rending oath, hell's damned language, to make fish-meat of all those audacious villains, that durst interturb him in thi● mutinous manner; and with that he begins with the fai● Corpse of the dead Lady, having ravished her soul from her, though not her virtue.  
But no sooner did Thetis in her Cae●ulean arms embrace this sweet body, but on a sudden, the Sun, as ashamed that his beams should be accessary to such an execrable deed, muffled up himself in sable clouds, and the sky (as enraged that the merciless Sea should make prize of that that heaven only could lay claim unto) musters together whole Armies of clouds to besiege it, the Sea to fortify itself against heavens furious assaults, raised up cloud-scaling mountains, and tosses the Ship as if it meant to dart it at the skies; with that all the airy inhabitants of the middle region rendezvouz together, and erect vast Towers in the sky, from whence heavens Canonshot is discharged with such a roaring noise, as if the world's Axletree were snapped in sunder, and both the Poles jumbled together; the rolling billows, foaming with madness, clamber up to the clouds, where as it were pregnant with night, they are delivered of a horrid darkness, such a darkness, as if all hell's cursed inhabitants had belched forth a sable fume, or as if the steam that ascends from burning Phlegeton, Pluto's Cauldron, had overspread the Hemisphere. Mean while the distracted Seamen run up and down in a hurly burly, rending the air, and their throats with confused bawling; the Master bans and raves and storms at the Storm, and commands neither himself nor they know what, for all his Sea gibberish is born away with the wind, as fast as born out of his sluce-like mouth; the Sails are torn in rags from the Yards, the Yards and Masts shivered in splinters, and the Shrowds snapped like burnt twine, mean while the raging Surges mount and ro●l, as if Death were making wa●ry tombs wherein to intert these heaven-besieged Souls. At length a breaking Billow came tumbling along, and boarded the ship with such a force, as split her in pieces, and rend her stem from her stern. The poor drowning men to save their lives catcht hold some on the Prow, others on the Poop, some on the Masts, others on the Boat, But Neptune bowled his waves so fast, that they were soon overwhelmed, and made a prey to the greedy fishes, as the Master had sworn. The Master, whose execrable villainy had brought this destruction upon his men, had notwithstanding awhile saved himself in the Longboat, and began to bless himself with the hopes of escape, but just Heaven would not permit such wickedness to go unpunished, nor Glyceras death to go unrevenged, but sent a furious gust, which transported a breaking billow into the boat, and both transported him to the Port of death, and that his death might be the more signal, there came two Sha●kes just as he was thrown out of the Boat, and contending for his body, tore it in pieces.  
No sooner had heavens blustering executioners put their just doom in execution, but there grew a tru●e between the Winds and Seas, the Sun giving his Beams as Hostages for the heavens, the Sea demolishing its lofty rampiers, and both ●eas and Skies smiling each on other, in token the powers above were pacified. Many small vessels that were fishing, some on the coast of Pelopennesus, others by Cyprus, and others amongst the Aegean Islands, were cast away in this storm, some wracked on the shore, others foundered in the Seas, some over-set, and others s●lit against the Rocks, so that few or none escaped, excepting one small fisher Boat, that had seasonably disburdened itself of her Masts and goods, and all things that might make her swim deep in the Sea, and with a small Sail, fastened to the main Yard, that then served for a Mast, spooned afore the Wind, and by that means nimbly mounting over the lofty waves, and again gently descending into the low valleys, it saved itself in the midst of that hideous tempest; but yet was driven from the Euxine promounts, to the place where this Ship was wracked, that is between Peloponnesus, and the Island of Cyprus.  
This Vessel thus tossed hither, by that time the raging Winds were appeased, and the Seas allayed, might discern some ribs of the torn Carcase of the Ship, floating to and fro on Neptune's bowling-green, and here and there Bails of goods, Chests and Trunks swimming up and down; which the Fishermen perceiving, conjecturing that they were the goods of some Ship tossed in the late storm, they loaded their Vessel with those things that were of most worth, and sailed towards Cyprus, intending there to Merchandise their spoils; but by that time they had sailed about three hours, the weather growing more and more ●erene, the Sun in his most glistering attire cou●ting the Sea, and the Sea to appear more lovely, smoothing her face from wrinkles, and the sky clipping and embracing the Sea with a clear Horizon, they might discern in a prospective glass at a great distance, something move upon the Sea like a man, and (as they thought) casting his arms to and fro, to cry for succour; they with all speed make to him, and within half an hour, came so near as to perceive it to be a woman, by her dishevelled hair, but still as fast as they sailed to overtake her, she made from them, that in the end they thought her to be some Mermaid, so that they were clapping on all the Canvas they had saved in the storm, to make haste from her, but by that time they had sailed some few leagues, they descried her ●aking towards them, with so much swiftness, as they thought it in vain to fly from her, but rather determined to stay, until she came up with them, which was in a short time, for by that time they had put their Sails in the wind, she was come so near as they might discern it to be a sorrowful Lady, sitting (as on horseback) on a Dolphin, her face, the Index of a grieved mind, seemed to be beauty's Coffin, wherein in lamentable Characters, there seemed to be engraven this Epitaph, Here lies heart-enthralling beauty, murdered by heart-breaking sorrow. Fain would her breath form into words, have broken the sweet prison of her trembling lips, but grief, their tyrannous Jailor, would not permit it, but converted them into groans. At length giving liberty to her tongue to Midwive the dolours which her heart pregnant with was in travel withal, she with lamentable demeanour thus spoke.  
Ah woe is me, woe is me (said she) but then the tears interrupted her speech, and her eyes to assist her fainting voice in sorrows doleful language, discoursed her griefs, but then tears again as it were ratifyed into sighs, and sighs framed into words, she thus lamented her condition.  
Ah (said she) little did I ever think that heaven had thus many plagues in store for me. Never was poor woman distressed like me; as though one death were not enough to kill a poor dying woman, but I must daily be tormented with partial deaths, that methinks tear my soul piece-meal from my body; Oh! show some mercy to a miserable wretch, a helpless, hopeless, forlorn, forsaken woman, beset with remediless dolo●●●, and pity my sorrows, as you would ever hope that heaven should commiserate you, when you are besieged with the terrors of death-threatning calamities, which how soon may be your lot is known only to the great disposer of our fates.  
These doleful expressions, expressed so dolefully by a Lady beleaguered with extremity of misery, would have screwed tears from a Rock, and made an Adamant turn Niobe, but yet took no impression upon the Master, but he rather (like an inhuman Churl) commands them to sail away, What (said he) have we nothing to do but to mind a foolish woman's babbling? let her alone to prate to the Dolphin, and mind you your employments. But no sooner had he tacked about to be gone, but the poor Lady gave a shriek would have rend a heart in sunder, and cried out to them as loud as her feeble voice could utter; Oh! (said she) have your hearts made a league with cruelty? though your ears should be deaf to the lamentable cries of a distressed woman, yet methinks, your eyes might intercede a little for me with your rocky hearts. Oh that ever so much barbarous immanity should lodge in humane souls! methinks it might shame you to see a Dolphin more merciful than yourselves. Shame, do I say? alas shame is virtue's attendant, and resides not where virtue is exiled, and virtue is ever exiled from an obdurate heart. Oh you powers above, will you give no truce to my sorrows? must I be quite bereft of all relief? and than she gave a groan, as if she had torn her vital strings, and lifting up her eyes and hands, she thus implored Heaven:  
Since it is your will (said she) to drench and pickle up my soul in Briny sorrows, to preserve it pure and untainted, and that the stormy gusts of adverse fortune must drive me through a Sea of Tears, ere I can arrive at the Haven that shall put an end to the turmoiling Navigation of this life; Oh then (said she) let this also he your will, that when that atom of time, that inconsiderable instant that links past and future, shall unlink my soul from my body; then, oh then, let it arrive at that blessed Elysium, where one eternal indivisible moment chains refined souls to an immortality of unconceivable felicity.  
The Fishermen hearing these woeful complaints, began to be enraged at the Master's savage cruelty, and in a mutinous manner, with threatenings compelled him to relieve her; the Dolphin all this time, as if by some instinct from Heaven, swimming so near the Vessel, as that they could cast a Rope to draw her in; which in the end they did, the Master not daring to oppose.  
The Vessel thus fraught, with more Treasure than all the Eastern Junks or Caravans, (her Eyes rich Caskets of Diamonds, containing more Gems, and her Breath more Aromatic Spices, than ever yet adorned and perfumed the Orient) moved with soft and gentle Gales, thus smoothly slided along the Seas Briny surface, for the space of 48 hours; at the end of which, they arrived at Cyprus.  
The Master, who while he was at Sea, terrified with the bold threatenings of his men, durst not vent his Cruelty towards this poor Lady; yet being at Cyprus, he resolved to revenge the affronts he received for her sake, upon her; and to that end, one night, when he had after great entreaties, given her his promise for permission to go ashore, he unknown to any, sold her to an ill-favoured Rustic, that had all the marks of Deformity almost about him; who in a rude manner haled her ashore, and that night conveyed her to his Cottage, some miles distant from the Sea, intending the next morning to complete his felicity by marriage.  
But when Glycera saw that Heaven had redeemed her out of a Purgatory of misery, to fling her into a Hell of calamities, Oh, with what doleful lamentations did she (sad Lady) consume the night? Now wring her hands and groan, as if she rang her own Knell; and then weep and sob, as if her Eyes and Lungs, rivals in Sorrow, had contended which should express most to the life, a kill Passion. Sometimes her fainting spirits, as not able to endure the intolerable tyranny of domineering Grief, would seem condensed into Tears, which diffused through the floodgates of her Eyes, would leave her surprised with dying languor: but then her senses restored to their natural functions, sorrow, with a vigorous impetuousness, would break the dams of moderation, and like a Torrent for a while restrained, return with greater fury. Sometimes she would begin to importune Heaven for mercy: O thou great Rector of our Destinies (said she) must my heart be the Rendesvouz, where all miseries meet? Thou art the Circumference, from whence these black lines of Adversity stream; must I be the Centre where they terminate? Oh let not tyrannising sorrow usurp thy Prerogative over all my Faculties, and subject those Powers to its Rule, which only ought to obey thy Divine Impositions: Oh destroy not the soul which thou hast made, nor let my Perdition anticipate that Glory which thou didst propose to thyself in my Creation; but show mercy, if ever show mercy, show mercy to one submerst in misery.  
Having said this, she would pause a while, as it were listening what Answer Heaven would return, and with some faint sighs, seem as it were to parley with Death; and then a chilly Paleness would arrest her Countenance, as if Heaven, mindful of her Petitions, had hung out their white Flagg of Truce, and displayed it in her face, as a Token of that inviolable League, should ere long be contracted between her soul, and eternal Bliss; and that now they were sending their black Ambassador Death, to sign and seal the Articles.  
Dear Danpion excuse me, if I am thus Copious in the relation of this sad Lady's misfortune; but truly, when I heard the story first related by the Knight (that (as I told you) lately came from Cyprus, and heard herself relate, what his eyes were not spectators of) I could not but silently bequeath some drops to the ground; drops do I say? Alas, had I not been in Pandion's presence, but where I might have let loose the reigns to my Passion, I could have drowned myself in Tears; for methoughts I felt my vey soul transformed into sorrow itself. But to proceed, thus I say, She lamentably spent this lamentable night, in Weeping, Sighing, Sobbing, Groaning, Praying, till the bright morning had dispelled the shadows of the misty night, and Aurora wrapping up her face in a Vermilion-mantle, silently bewailed her sorrows in Crystal Tears.  
When Lacon (for so was the Rustic named) awaked by his own loud snoring, called to mind his new Bride, and ravished with joy, his heart clambering up into his mouth, almoast choked him with excess of contentment, he arises, and in haste runs to bless his Eyes with the sight of her Beauty, and ere he or she was aware, stumbles upon her, who had chosen the darkest corner in the Cottage, to lament her miseries; and when she saw herself thus surprised, modesty so sweetly apparelled her Face, in a Vermilion vesture, as that her Cheeks, besprinkled with Tears, looked like Roses impearled with Heavenly dew.  
No sooner did Lacon behold his new Sweethearts sweet-heart-attracting feature, but her Eyes, that might vie Stars with Heaven, darted such sparkling glances, as soon set on fire the tinder of his Affections; so that transported with the Ecstasies of love, he boisterously seizeth on her, and after his rude manner, proffers to fix the Seal of his Affections on her melting Lips: Come (said he) sweet Lombe, let me buss thy Honny-combe Lips, and with that, by force he smackt her, as if he was sucking the sweet contained in those Vermilion Hives of Beauty.  
Much of the day being spent in this manner, Lacon Wooing, and Glycera Weeping, he slabbering her Cheeks with his frothy Lips, and she bedewing his with her Pearly Tears, at length he resolved to consummate his joys with Marriage, and compels her to go with him to Venus-Temple, to sacrifice a pair of Turtle-Doves, thereby to procure the Goddesses Benediction. But all the way as she went, such a Mart of Beauties met in her sweet Countenance, as purchased her as many Admirers, as Beholders, and Beholders, as Persons; her Eyes inviting all eyes to behold, and her supereminent Excellencies, alluring all Beholders to adore her; so that few there were, whose Sex rendered them not incapable to enjoy her Perfections, but would have even pawned their souls to have bought so rich a Treasury of Beauties.  
Her beauteous Face, wherein shined the Perfection of all Perfections, was a visible heart-melting Music; which, as if composed of Charms, entranced Spectators, and struck Harmonious Raptures into adoring minds. Thus were the Eyes, and Hearts, and Tongues of all led Captive by her Beauty, and forced to pay the Tribute of looking, loving, and commending, to the sovereignty of her Excellencies.  
At length Superstition wedded to Admiration, begat a conceit in their minds, that sure she was more than what her external form spoke her to be; for there seemed a greater mixture of Divine Exellencies in her Beauty, than ever frail Mortality could boast of; and her transcendent Glories seemed to run Parallel with those that have bribed Superstitious souls to ascribe Divinity to Venus: so that in the end, they thought it the highest degree of Sacrilege, for any Mortal whatsoever, to monopolise those Treasured in the pure vivid Temple of her Beauty, which are only consecrated to the Gods; but much more for such a deformed Adonis as Lacon, to enjoy so fair a Venus.  
Amongst the many Captives, that were enthralled by Glyceras Beauty, whose hearts were drawn by its magnetic force, it seems, this Knight was one; who (as I told you) is the relater of of these sad tidings, whose fortune it was to espy her, as she passed along to the Temple: But no sooner were his eyes fixed on her, but she, as a burning mirror, wherein all the rays of Beauty centred, inflamed his heart with the pure fire of chaste Affection; and perceiving her Eyes with an inundation of Tears ready to overflow their own Beauties and with silent lamentation to bewail her persecuted innocency, (for though she endeavoured to suppress any insurrections of Passion, what she could, yet Nature would exact some tears, that wont Tribute, that grief extorts in such like Accidents) but I say, observing that internal sorrow she disclosed in her Countenance, which (as he rightly interpreted it) could be for nothing, but that she, such a miracle of Beauty, should be linked in Hymeneal Conjunction with such a Monster of deformity, he said was so moved with compassion, that he thought he felt the quintessence of each tear distil down into his Soul; and disdaining that such a wonder of Ugliness, should be his Corrival in affection, who might more aptly have contended in Rivalry with some of Pluto's fiends for deformity, he drew his Sword, and compelled him to resign her up to himself, unless he prized a moment's sight of her, above his life.  
No sooner Lacon saw the naked steel, but he flies like an Arrow out of a Bow, not for his swiftness, but for the resemblance his shrimpish-slimgut body had to an Arrow, as each leg had to a Bow; and all the way as he goes, he howls, and yells, as if he had been beset with armed Thiefs; so that in a short space, such a concourse of People surrounds the Knight, and his Lady, as if some wonder had dropped down from Heaven; some coming to behold the beauty of the Lady, whose perfections fame, in so high a style, had proclaimed in their ears, but could not obtrude upon their belief; others to see what was the reason of that Tumult: So that though at first Glycera was the wonder that drew the concourse, yet at length the concourse itself became the wonder.  
And as is the manner of such Plebeian disorders, they seldom end without some slaughter; and so it happened here: For seeing the Knight with his Sword drawn, many thought he would have offered violence to the Lady; others hearing Lacon's roaring, thought he had murdered him; others that were no less wounded with her Beauty, than the Knight that had ravished her from Lacon, and thought their Swords might purchase them as good a Title to her, as he, resolved either to have her, or his life, or both; so that in an instant there was nothing to be heard, but clashings of Swords, cries of dead men, and all the symptoms of reigning confusion.  
The Knight, that for a great space had gallantly defended himself and his Lady, making many of the bodies of his Opposers fall, and do homage to his rage, and their souls, which, to what their bodies had done, would not consent, he sent to Tartarus, there to endure an eternal Vassalage under Pluto: But yet having no other Bulwark than his Buckler, to fortify himself against the incursions of his Enemies, he at last received a Wound, out of which such plenty of Blood effused, that he was forced to surrender up himself, and his Lady to the mercy of his Opponents, and by that means, he escaped from amongst them.  
But now the quarrel grew as hot amongst themselves, which should bear away the Prize; every man accounting the loss of his blood a cheap price, to purchase so rich a Treasure; thus there grew no end of their disorders, till at length some Officers from the King came, and with the Point of the Sword of Justice, put a full point and Period to the rude scufflings of this Rabble.  
But when enquiry was made after Glycera, no news could be heard of her; for taking her opportunity, when her bloody Suitors were all pleading their Interests, with the Swords sharp-peircing Rhetoric, she escaped away in the Crowd, and fled to a Wood not far distant, where she spent all that night in bewailing her sorrowful estate; where her Soul would quaff in huge draughts of woe, which, as not able to concoct, she would pour out again in Tears; Tears, that fell like melted Stars from the Heaven of her Beauty.  
Thus did she give up herself to the dominion of an unreasonable Passion, which yet her Passion persuaded her was reasonable. Sometimes grief would permit her thus to lament her Woes: Oh Me! of all women distressed! Must I be she in whom miseries combine together, to make miserable? Must all things have their stint, but my griefs alone be boundless? The Sea hath its shore, the Winds their limits, the Earth its centre, and this spacious Globe of Heaven and Earth its circumference; but Ah! No shore, no limits, no centre, no circumference to my sorrows: No shore to the Seas of my Tears, no limits to the Wind of my sighs, no centre to my deep-rooted griefs, nor no circumference to the infinity of my miseries: But I am become Fortune's Warehouse, where she hoards up her store of sorrows; Hell's Butt, where my Innocency is the White, at which they shoot their envenomed Arrows, Winged with Malice, and Piled with Destruction; and Heaven's Tennis ball, when if with the vehemency of the blow, my Soul chance to bond upwards towards a Heaven of hope (for grief is ever at the lowest, when it is at the highest; and extremity of misery, is ever the dawning of mercy;) I say, if it chance to bond, some dismal Accident takes me at the re-bound, and tosses me into a Hell of calamities: Come then Death, come quickly, bend thy Bow, and send thy sharp-piled Arrows into this Pile of Dust, that entombs my Soul. But then her Breasts would be brimful with a raging pang, which would struggle for birth; but in striving to vent all, it could vent nothing, but only stop the passage of her speech; till at length her breath would be delivered of a Groan, which capering thorough the Bows and Leaves, would be re-bounded to her Ears by Echo; which Glycera hearing, the better to pass away the mournful hours of the night, began thus to entertain a Dialogue with her; which because the Knight thought worthy the relation to Pandion, as well as I can remember, I shall relate to you.  
Who is that (said Glycera) derides my misery? ay, said Echo. Who is that I? Is it Echo? ●Tis Echo. What dost thou mock at woe? No. No sure, thy own woes might make thee pity mine. Pity mine. Thy griefs indeed would extort pity from the daintiest heart, but oh! What grief's like mine? Mine. ●Tis true, thine might extract the tribute of a bleeding-eye. I. But sure my sorrows need pity too. Need pity too. Tell me then Echo, must these griefs still persever? Ever. Ever? That's a sad doom; what, must my miseries always proceed? Seed. What, no sooner ●ipe, and blown, but Seed again? Gain. Gain indeed, to exchange a few joys, for a million of sorrows; but yet, O that Heaven would release me of my Bargain. Bare gain. Bare gain certainly, to sell my Soul for sighs and Tears; but oh, when shall I find release? Lease▪ What, not till my life's Lease is out? But when that's done, whither shall I then fly? High. What, to the Elysium of eternal bliss? Yes. When once arrived there, what shall my Soul enjoy? Joy. What joys are those that inhabit the Heaven Empyreal? Real. Mean time will not Heaven hear my cry? Cry. That I have oft done, but yet had no reply. Ply. What if I should Ply it still, what Medicine will Heaven apply to my Disease? Ease. What if I shall forbear vocal or mental Prayer? Err. Why, will not Heaven hear the shrill moans of distressed Innocence? No sense. Why are there any cries more shrill? iii. Ill cries aloud for vengeance; but oh, the sweet perfumes that ascend from the chaste Innocent. No scent. What can such sweet exhalations yield no scent? No scent. Why is it that such a redolent Balm as innocency, which ascends to Heaven, as a perpetual Sacrifice, should yield without Prayer no sent? Without Prayer nocent. When the nocent preys, what return doth Heaven make to his desire? Ire. What Answer will Heaven return, if the Innocent prey? Ray. A Ray of Love, or Light, or both? Both. Which of the Powers sublime can affect a Mortal? All. When a beam of Love shines from Heaven into a Mortal, what part doth it comfort? Fort. The Fort or Life, where the soul chiefly retires; which is that part? Heart. How long will such Divine consolations stay? Ay. For ay will they abide? Bide. Oh Heavenly news! But, Echo▪ how comest thou to be of Heaven's Privy-Counsel? Didst e'er fly so nigh the Gods, as to read the Records of Destiny? Nigh. Thou art mortal as well as I, art thou not? Not. Art thou not born below, among the Trees, and Dens, and Caves, re-sounding when we hollow? Low. But prithee Echo, tell me, what made thee pine for coy Na●cissus love? Love. And what became of thy sweet body? O die. Where went thy soul, when thou grieving saw'st thy Narcissus tears so many shed? Vanished. What enchanted Charms were in his beauteous Face, to effect so strange a transformation? Ah, shone. And could his shining-beauty thee so soon annihilate? Late. What didst thou do, when thou sawest him Metamorphosed into a Flower? Lower. And what, when thou heardst his last groan? Groan. And what did the Woods do, when he pined with the sight of his own beauty in the Spring? Ring. And what hast thou done, ever since Heaven did transmute thy shape? Ape. Since than thou art nothing but a Mortals Ape, how knowest thou Heaven's Decrees so well? Well. How canst thou pry into their Designs, who all earthborn Mortals in wisdom so surmount? Mount. And will the Gods above none from their Counsels exclude? Lewd. Art thou not lewd, that for fond Nar●issu's love dost moan incessantly? Lye. Sure such unchaste affection is not holy. Oly. But I have vowed to live for ever chaste. Haste? And doth not such a vow oblige to chastity? Tie, tye. Well, since it ties me so, I'll hence be gone. Be gone. And through Heaven's assistance perform what I have vowed to do. Do.  
Thus did poor Gl●cera s●rive to divert the thoughts of her misery, sometimes by discoursing with Echo, sometimes be ●oaning to herself her own hard fortune▪ sometimes praying to Heaven for relief, sometimes wishing for Death, and if she chanced to hea● a whispering wind, flutter among the Leaves, her sorrow would persuade her fancy to conceit it to be some Messenger of Heaven or Death, to bring her the tidings of a reprival, or removal from her state of woe; and if a whispering blast chanced to re-bound to her from the Leaves, presently grief would represent to her fancy Death's Arrows singing her Eulogies, as they flew to her obvious heart.  
Thus did she spend that night, in wailing, weeping, sighing, sobbing, grieving, groaning, till Titan's fiery Steeds had chased away the lesser luminaries, that had usurped his Throne; but yet no daybreak of hope dawned upon her with beams of comfort, but in that woeful despairing condition, did she run through envious Woods, rocky Deserts, and hollow Caves, where night kept house, with mournful solitariness, and over hills and mountains inhabited only by the Clouds, until at length she came into a pleasant Vale, encircled with a murmuring River, which seemed with silent mutterings to repine at her sorrows; and overspread with a gloomy shade, by reason of hanging Rocks, that defended it from the Sun's invasion, seemed, as it were, dressed in funeral-attire to mourn for Glycera's sorrows.  
Glycera observing this Vale to be a fit place, where she might bid her Adieu to the world, and all sublunary contentments, resolved there to sit her down, and die: For of four days and nights, that she had wandered through those Deserts, had she not received the least sustenance; and therefore her fainting spirits, too weak Chains to fasten her Soul to her Body, were oft ready to let loose their Prisoner.  
By this River she sat down, and prayed to Heaven, to let lose the bands of Life, and not to retard slow-paced Death any longer, but to consort her among the shades, that wander in the Elysium Plains: And further begged, That when Death should crumble her body to Atoms, and resolve it into individual Units, that then her soul might be united to the great and only Eternal Individual, and dwell among those beautified Souls, that float like Atoms in the Sunshine of his resplendent glory.  
This having said, she laid her down upon the Brink of the mournfully-grumbling River, and closed her Eyes, thinking never more to behold the loathed Light, and hourly expected the sweet Gaol-delivery of her soul; but the Destinies that had inter-woven, and twisted the Threads of her life, and misery, so together, as neither could be clipped asunder, without clipping both, resolved that the bottom of her life, and misery, should not yet be unwound by the wounds of Death; but nevertheless, a little to appease the ragings of an uncontrollable Passion, they arrowsed a humid Vapour out of its moist bed of dirt, and sent it to unlock her Pores, and usher in a gentle sleep.  
But no sooner had sleep allayed the surges of Passion, but Morpheus began to form strange phantasms in her imagination: Sometimes he would erect a high precipice in her Fancy, so high, as the blended Clobe of earth and water would look like an Atom, and then tumble her down from thence, into some profound abyss, peopled with Adders, Toads, and Snakes, and other venomous vermin; and then she would start and give a shriek, that the whole Forest would re●ound with the Echo; but then the purl of the silver stream would hush her asleep again; and then the drowsy Deity would Plant a Forest in her Brain, where he would dig dens for Lions, Bears, and howling Wolves, and build nests for Owls, Bats, and Night-Ravens, and other Birds of darkness, and then the howling, roaring, bellowing, shrieking, croaking of these wild inhabitants, would attach her faculties with hideous terrors, and imprison them in amazement.  
Thus in a confused manner she spent the greatest part of the night, till about the time when Orion begins to bathe himself in the Ocean, and the Lamps near consumed, she heard a rustling among the leaves and boughs, which putting her in mind of her dream, obtruded on her fancy a conceit, that it must needs be some wild beast, that roving through the Forest, sought for prey, whereat exceedingly astonished, she flies, as if fear and amazement had added wings to her heels, but, ah! to overtake her own sad fate, for as she was passing by a hollow cave (hollow-hearted indeed to her, though otherwise replete with mischief) there suddenly issued out a savage Ruffian, that ere she was aware, catcht her about her waste, and not at all regarding her rueful cries and groans, such as would have melt●d a Rock of Adamant, such as would have infused a s●nse-di●tracting grief into a Fury, though hardened with quotidian cruelty, he flings her upon the ground, and draws out a sharp Poniard, and threatens with that to pierce her heart, if she speedily surrendered not h●r body (that sweet Temple, where Virtue lay enshrined, and spotless thoughts were the pure ob●●ions offered on the Altar of a chaste heart) to the pollutions of his filthy lust.  
Glycera perceiving her inability to contend by force, by reason of her faintness, with a voice that showed a heart fearless of death, returned him this re●ly. Lustful Villain (said she) dost thou think that the piercing of a heart, can be a piercing terror, to a heart already pierced with kill sorrow? the Antipathies between life and death, are too much reconciled in me by the terrors of assiduous deaths, ever to be terrified with thy death-threatning savageness, sharpen thy Poniard then with the Whetstone of thy Marblehearted cruelty, and when thou hast done, sheath it in my heart; but then know, that it shall prove a Pandora's box, filled with thousands of miseries, which shall flutter forth out of that wound, and by heaven's vengeance glued to thy soul, shall at length possess thee with a terror, that will make thee exercise a death upon thyself, more horrid than this that hell now prompts thee to exercise upon me; and the very steams that will ascend from my reaking blood, shall become a thunder, which wheresever skulkt, shall find thee out, and ●end thee into more pieces than hell will have Furies to torment.  
Foolish woman (said he) tell not me of heaven, hell or Furies, I know no other heaven, but satiating my desires, no other hell than such dilatory interruptions of my pleasure, when extremity of desire breeds impatiency, nor other Fury, than a pestilent imperious woman, such as thou; therefore I tell thee, once more, resign up thyself to my lust, or, by heavens (if there be any) I'll take thee by storm, as impregnable as thou thinkst thyself, and quench the flames of my lust in thy heart blood. The fear of death (she replied) hath impression upon none, but such Villains as thou, whose smutty souls horror striking guilt corrodes; but as for me, my soul is carried on the wings of Virtue, out of the reach of those terrors, therefore if thou wilt or if thou durst, broach my heart, and make thy soul drunk with cruelty, thou wilt but make a passage for my soul to fly to those mansions, where happiness dwells essentially.  
Thy virtue? (said he) flatter not thyself wi●● that, for I'll plunder thee of that totally, and oh, that my Stiletto could reach thy soul too, I'd nail it to the ground, from whence it should never fly to fetch revenge; but no matter, when I have poured out my lust into the kennel of thy body, I'll wash away with thy blood those pollutions wherewith thy soul in the commixture may have stained mine. This said, he binds her fair hands with her hair, that lovely hair, that had fettered and bound so many hearts, must now bind her own hands, and tears her garments, and in despite of all her shrieking, groaning, crying, weeping, he at length unloads his lust, and not content only to plunder her of her honour, after he had thus demolished the Citadel of her virtue, but he with his Poniard disenthrones those powers, that should govern her faculties, and seals pale death in the majestic throne of her Beauty; and thus he leaves her like a fair flower nipped with the morning's Frost, hanging down her head, as if ashamed of her declining glory; her face covered with hoary paleness, as if death's cold blast had congealed the dew of her tears into a hoary Frost.  
But by this time the Sun having notice of the Tragedies acted in his absence, by Night's permission, had sent the morning as his Scout, to draw the Curtain of the night, and descry whether any such horrid Villainies, as even resounded through the arches of heaven, were committed under the protection of the Night; whilst he came after with an Army of beams to depose her from her Throne of Jet: but no sooner had he shaken his dewy locks, wet with toying too long with Thetis in her watery bower, but he beheld this ravished wounded Lady; and no sooner beheld than he sent his light to call away a loitering dream that was sent of an Embassy from heaven to Polienus, a great Nobleman of Crete, that dwelled in that Forest, to inform of this cursed act, and to command him to revenge her. When a deep silence hath fixed an intenseness upon the souls faculties, then is the fittest time for divine impressions. Though exemption from sad fates, is not always entailed upon innocence, yet that unseen Nemesis that runs through the whole machine of the universe, seldom connives at the wrongs of distressed Virtue.  
The bloody wretch had no sooner sent his Poniard as a messenger of death to her, but heaven stabbed his soul with horrors, that in a frenzy he leaps from a Rock, and dashes his body into as many pieces, as his soul was torn with Furies'. So apt a death did heaven prepare for one, whose rocky heart had broke the neck of a Lady's chastity. Polienus, who (as I said) had been divinely informed of this Lady's misery, awakens out of his dream, and seems to have a bloody mist before his eyes, that represents all things to his surprised fancy, horrid and tragical; so that in amazement he arises, slips on his morning Gown, takes his sword in his hand, and hasts he knows not whither, to assist he knows not what. But the heavenly powers who make use of earthly instruments to execute their reasonable decrees, whilst men only act their own unreasonable passions; and range humane disorders into a divine kind of order; so ordered his disorderly steps, as that in a short moment, he came to a place where he heard a mournful groan, which ushered in these words, Heavens! separate my spotless soul, from this defiled body, and as my life doth, so oh! let the extravagant follies of my youth, pass out together. Oh! Receive me, where virtue shall ever be defended from all Villous invasions.  
Polienus hearing this runs in a deep amazement some paces farther, till he finds this poor Lady in a condition to have confirmed an Atheist, but confuted a Stoic by converting him into a weeping Heraclitus. For she lay imbalmed in her own blood, her hands entangled in her hair, and in her shoulder there stuck a Poniard that made a passage for such streams of blood, as deluged those beauties that inhabited her skin. Polienus seeing this woeful spectacle, stood as if a profound sense of her misery, had struck him into an insensibility.  
At length recovering himself he runs to her, snatches out the Steel that lay bathed in a fountain of blood, and stops up the wound, and feels her pulse, to see if life had yet forsaken its fortress the heart, where it last retires, and perceiving the living blood to move in her veins, and sent as an Envoy from the heart, to acquaint him, that though life was straight besieged in its Citadel, with squadrons of pangs, yet it had not quite surrendered to the government of death, he repairs the bloody breach, as well as he could, and runs home and fetched men from his Castle, that conveyed her thither with all speed upon a downy Couch; where her scent for Surgeons with speed to her, who with their extraordinary care and skill, in a few days restored her to her primitive health and beauty. When Polienus saw that she was recovered, and no pretence of weakness could hinder his enquiry what should be the cause of her misery, he using something more freedom of discourse than ordinary, requested her to acquaint him, whether some direful chance, armed with merciless and inevitable fate, or some accursed hand had endeavoured to put that untimely date, to her life and happiness? Glycera considering what great engagements he had laid upon her, and that she might be justly thought ungrateful, if she should deny so poor a request, and therefore related to him the whole story of her misfortunes; how she fled from the Nunnery in Thessalia, to avoid the tedious Love of Pandion; and how snatched up by a Pirate, who at Sea endeavoured to ravish her, and then how in his rage, being disappointed of his desires, he threw her overboard; but then how she was most miraculously preserved by a Dolphin (that faithful friend to mankind in adversities) upon whom she had rid up and down for the space of several hours without any hope of succour; how she was relieved by a Fisherman, and by him brought to Cyprus, but when he had conveyed her hither, how in all particulars he misused her, not permitting her to go ashore, and then to make amends for all his abuses, how at last he sold her to a deformed Swain, that carried her to his cottage, and how the next day, as she was going to be joined with him by Hymen's bands in Venus' Temple, a Knight came and rescued her from him, but than what a tumult there was raised with the rustics roaring, and how that occasioned a combat, between the Knight and others, that thought to have forced her from him, as he had from Lacon; how at length he was forced to resign her up to them, by that means to save himself: but then how when they had obtained their prize, they could not agree among themselves, but fell upon one another, with as much fury as before they did upon the Knight, and how she perceiving an opportunity for escape, fled into that Forest, where she had wandered succourless, and hopeless of succour for several days and nights.  
But when she came to relate the dismal story of her dishonour (poor Lady) the tears fell from a cloud of sorrows, that overspread the heaven of her beauty, just as if that transparent cloud that encircles heavens hollow arches, had been condensed into ● Crystal shower, and her faltering tongue left it to her countenance, in sorrowful and yet bashful signs to declare her misery, and there you might have plainly seen the pourtraicture of her bleeding honour, adumbrated to the life in her blushing Cheeks.  
Polienus observing her passionate grief, grew more inquisitive about the cause, so that with vehement importuning he screwed thus much from her, in a broken manner, that a villain would have forced her, and would have killed her. As soon as Polienus heard this, he felt his heart even divided between the two passions of pity and revenge, at length pity augmenting revenge, gave that the sovereignty over his will; so that in a fury he knelt down, and implores heaven, that the vengeance due to such an accursed act might light on him, if he permitted that to the unrevenged; and with that Glycera having given him a Character of him, as well as she could, he takes his sword, and mounts his Steed, and so rides out into the Forest in pursuit of this wretch, but ere he had gone a quarter of a mile, he found him dead upon the ground, having broke his neck with the fall from the Rock. When Polienus saw this, he was glad that heaven's vengeance had found him out, but sorry that any one had been the executioner besides himself, but however he goes home to his Castle, and commands his men to fetch the body, and give it to his dogs.  
Justice thus being done upon him, Glycera began a little to allay the pangs of sorrow, that daily had wont to stir up some great commotions in her breast, and to entertain some small familiarity with mi●th, which had so long been exiled from her, so that in a short time she was restored to her health, and pristine beauty, which those excellencies before drowned in sorrow, now swimming in her countenance, sufficiently testified, so that Polienus who before beheld her only with compassion, now looks upon her with admiration, for she seemed to him not composed of the common principles, but of some heavenly materials, even refined to an immateriality, fit to captivate an immaterial soul, so that at length he never viewed her, but he saw some sweetness, some grace, some delicacy, that gradually converted his admiration into affection, and by an imperceptible ascension gave love the sovereignty over his heart; and now Glycera, and none but Glycera grew the object of his thoughts, the subject of his discourse, and the joy of his heart. Long did Polienus cover his affection with the veil of silence, but love, though its chiefest residence is in the heart, yet it will oft peep forth at the Casements of the eyes, and like the Bee, though its dwelling is in the Hive of the heart, yet it must come forth to feed itself with the heavenly sweets imparadized in those flowers that grow in the Garden of Beauty; so Polienus though he endeavoured to conceal his griefs, yet his eyes would disclose what his heart enclosed, for if ever he was in her presence, her beauties attracted both his eyes and heart, and the radiant beams that glanced from hers would seem to strike upon his heart strings, and compose such a soft entrancing melody, as he thought he felt his very Soul charmed into a love ecstasy.  
Polienus thus observing daily how love did degree itself into his heart, and a crowd of inevitable inconveniences issuing thereupon, thronging into his understanding, he strove to suppress all insurrections of that passion that thus endeavoured to depose his will, and make his Reason do homage to it what he could. For you must know, this Polienus was one of prime quality, having both a great wit, and a greater fortune, so that what the former could devise, the latter could accomplish; his person also not being meanly beautiful, yet his beauty consisting in a mean between a masculine comeliness, and a feminine sweetness, and one who as he was never a hater, so neither ever any great admirer of the female sex, but looked on them as piles of well complexioned dust, that like Sodoms Apples with the least touch of Time's finger would moulder to nothing, or as Nature's painted Gallipots, where you may meet as oft with poison as with a potion; where he saw Virtue enshrined in the Temple of Beauty, there he could even adore, and counted such as Angels invested in refined flesh, but where he saw Virtue lie bleeding in a Rosy cheek, and Lillyed beauty to serve only for Chastities winding sheet, those he counted as Devils clothed in an Angel's form, and born to tempt men to recede from virtue, and sent to be plagues to the minds of men, and preserved for eternal pestilence to the world.  
This Polienus had been beloved by Amorosia daughter to Loritus King of Cyprus, a Lady whose accomplishments might well have challenged a reciprocal affection, having a delicate wit treasured in the Ivory Cabinet of a beautiful body, and as she had powerful passions in a great mind, so her mind had great power over her passions, so that long she could conceal her love, sealing it under the impression of her memory; but (you know) love is such a strong passion that you may as well think to squeeze down the Sunbeams, and hinder their reflection, as to suppress the flames of love, but in despite of all opposition, yea the more for opposition, they will rebound from the heart to the eyes, and are legible there to any that are not unacquainted with the Characters of affections; and besides, in women that passion is ever most visible, their Ivory faireness is but as white paper where they portray the picture of their minds, which their tongues are loath to betray, their thin skins being as transparent Crystal, through which the beams of love will shine, & therefore the most chaste in that respect have not the gift of continence, but though they may think to Cloister up Love as a Recluse in the chaste Nunneries of their hearts, yet alas, upon the least allurements of their beloved's beauty, they will suffer all such vain resolves to be ravished from them, and their eyes and tongues to be wedded to a heart-inflaming eye; so it was with Amorosia, in his absence, his praises was all the entertainment of her discourse, in his presence, her eyes must move with his, as if the beams that came from his had chained hers, and as oft as she spoke, she must accent her sentences with sighs, by those fumes plainly discovering the fire in her heart; which though Polienus observed, yet he would not be observed to have observed it, but rather penned down his observations in the leiger of his memory.  
But Amorosia's affection that had thus long been imprisoned in her heart, would no longer endure restraint, but must either come forth, or break the prison, so that no longer able to endure the unsupportable tyranny of her passion, she goes to Polienus, and with as much eloquence as a mind wracked between the extremities of two violent passions, Love and Fear, and distracted with the contrary thoughts of pondering how to speak, and whether to speak at all, could frame, deciphering first in her sweet countenance the prologue of her discourse, she displays the storehouse of her desires, and withal craves of him to poise them in the balances of honour, and not to let this condescension of hers exhale any mists of uncharitable thoughts, that might obscure her Virtue.  
Polienus observing in what costly robes both her speech and countenance was apparelled, the former clad in the refined Go●d of eloquence▪ even dazzled his mind with admiration, but in the latter such a Majesty clothed in purple sat enthroned, as seemed rather to dazzle than delight, so that he could not but wonder, though he could not love, or rather he wondered why he could not love; but though her persuasive speeches, and speaking looks could not dart affection into him, yet they even transfixed his heart with compassion, which procured from him only a short reply, wishing that heaven would crown him with so much happiness, as to raise his merits to that height, that deservedly he might be seated in the throne of her heart, but till then he craved pardon if he rejected her suit, and begged of her, rather to accuse his fortunes than him, that did thus incapacitate him to satisfy so great a debt as the high honour she had done him did oblige him to. But however, since he could not retaliate her affection, nor retribute her unparallelled favours, yet he would accept them with a desire to compensate, when his benign Stars should bless him with a possibility.  
With this answer she went home, endeavouring to cast as charitable a gloss upon it, as expressions of so deep a sable dye would bear; so easy it is to circumvent a soul that beholds all things through the refracted medium of affection, which will represent things straight though in themselves never so oblique. Thus she remained for a long time, great with child with expectation of some not only verbal but real testimonies of Polienus' affection, and longed for that time that should Midwive some such happy production. But Polienus, whose heart was not confederate with his tongue, meant her no such felicity, as appeared by those exquisite methods he used to avoid and answer her importunities.  
Amorosia observing no fruit of her endeav●r●, and her hopes to wane, but despair growing to the full, began to wax pale and wan, and pine away; and those beauties that had hitherto retained their lustre, though weather-beaten with the stormy frowns of misfortune, as if they had been immarcessible, now began to fade with his cold replies, like a fair flower nipped with the morning Frost; thus did her love feed upon her beauty, as if Cupid were turned Cannibal, and would devour his mother for want of other repast. Concealed affection is like a Wolf in a woman's Breast, if no other refection be provided, be sure it feeds on that. The similitudes indeed are homely, but apt and significative to express the nature of imprisoned passion.  
Loritus her Father observing her withered beauty on a day, strictly charged her to tell him what was the worm that bit the root of so sweet a flower, and withal promised that the one half of his Kingdom should freely be given to purchase her content; with that she gave him a full relation of her unsucceeding affection.  
Loritus hearing this, sends with speed for Polienus, and smoothing the rough furrows of his countenance (being a little moved, when he first heard how his Daughter was rejected) he endeavours with soft and mild persuasions to allure his consent to his own felicity: but when he saw all to be in vain, he conjures him by all the terrifying words, and enraged mind could indite, and Majesty utter, to give him his final answer, which was only this, that Nature had engaged him to perpetual Chastity.  
These words were as fire, put under the Cauldron of his boiling blood; so that he swears by J●ve, that if ever he heard, that he sinned against the Obligation, in what ever remote corner of the wide Universe ●e lurked, his Revenge, like Lightning, should find him out, and hurl him to destruction: And believe me (said he) Kings swords reach from Pole to Pole, and run parallel with all Climates.  
Polienus hearing this, fearing he should be entrapped with the delicate Baits of beauty that Court did abound in, he sequestered himself wholly from their society, and built him a stately Castle, where now Glycera found him.  
But I have too much digressed with this long relation, yet it is only to show what Squadrons of misfortunes attended his affection, so that he durst not harbour a thought, that would counsel him to harbour his Passion, but strove to drive away his new guest, with bad entertainment; but then Love began so to play the Tyrant, that nothing would satisfy him, but the constant Tribute of sighs and groans; neither could such windy meat, satiate his hungry desire, but he must now and then feed upon the dainties of Glycera's beauty; so that at last, Polienus was forced to unlock the Cabinet of his thoughts, and discover what a Jewel he there treasured up; no other than Glycera's Picture, lively engraven on a rich Tablet, gilded with affection, and enclosed in a Wounded-Heart.  
Glycera beholding Polienus so accomplished, and remembering how her body was abused, thought if e'er she consented to him, it might be a means to obscure that shame, which otherwise would obscure her Honour; therefore began to embrace his motion.  
Polienus●eeing ●eeing her thus to stoop to his lure, resolved to squeeze the quintessence of benefit out of this opportunity, and to give such a thrust to the falling-stone of her Passion, that it should never rest, till it came to the Centre of Felicity: So that, to be brief, the day was appointed when Hymen's Bonds should consummate their joys.  
Thus long did heaven give intermission to Glycera's sorrows; but alas, many times there's a reserve of misery, that puts to ●light all our happiness; when we think we have routed the main Battle, and begin to erect Trophies of joys, and to lead Captive all our former sad Accidents, at the Chariot of our triumphing fortune; so it was with Glycera, joy began to triumph in her Eyes, and her heart bid Adieu to all discontent, and the sudden delight she took in those rich Excellencies, wherewith Nature had endued Polienus, elevated her mind to so high a pitch of contentment, that she almost thought some heavenly Apparition had imparadized her thoughts in a golden representation of Elysium: but these towering joys did but lead her to a precipice of misery, that so her fall might be the greater; for before the marriage-day, the King had intelligence of it.  
The multitude may be well compared to a Forest, that Echoes all things spoke or done, to their King's ears.  
Loritus hearing this, resolved that his revenge should be of an equal Latitude with his threatening, and though Amorosia upon her knees entreated for his Pardon, yet he shook her off, and told her, That the heavens themselves, though more powerful, yet are not more just and resolute to execute their Decrees, than he was. And accordingly, he sends a Party of Horse in the night, who being let into the Castle by some Loyal Persons, but treacherous servants to Polienus, they surprised both him and Glycera in these beds, who little dreamt of such a sad interception of their happiness, or that their new-coined joys should thus prove Dross, and not pass current.  
Thus doth a black shadow of misery attend a Sunshine of prosperity. Thus doth Hope, as a Prospective-glass, present to our dim-eyed souls some great looming joy; but in the end, it proves nothing but a vanishing Cloud, or a Rock to shipwreck our hopes and contents upon.  
Thus many times when we think to be conducted by the glimmering glories of this World, through a night of sorrows, to some Haven, where our deluded thoughts persuade us Bliss resides, they indeed prove but an ignis fatuus, that lights us through the envious Paths, and Mists of airy delusions, to a precipice of misery, where they leave us.  
So it was with Polienus and Glycera, Hope, the bright Harbinger of the dawning day of Comfort, had risen upon them, and the Morning had distilled her Dew upon their blooming joys; but ah! The one was no sooner risen, than set; and the other no sooner fallen, than frozen, by the cold blasts of Despair, that nipped their springing happiness in the Bud: for that night they were conveyed to Gortyna, a Town of great resort in Cyprus, being the Centre of it, and stands near the River Lethaeus.  
The next morning, Polienus was adjudged to be thrown off a high Rock, but whether or no executed, the Knight could not resolve; but Glycera was conveyed to Kolax his house, one who was much favoured of the King, not for his merit, but for his flattery, being a man of a servile leaden spirit, and one that would perfectly bow, and comply with the King's humour, and receive any Form, or Impression he would stamp upon him; and thus by this counterfeit Coin, gilded over with fair pretences, did he purchase his King's favour, and possess his easy nature; so that if any thing that required extraordinary fidelity, was to be done, he was the Person Elected, and for that reason, Glycera became his Prisoner.  
But Glycera, under all these inquietudes, behaved her self with so much aequanimity, as plainly showed, that her soul had more Antidote in it, than misfortune had Poison; as if her constant suffering Fortune's inconstancy, had hardened her soul, contrary to the nature of spirits, to an impenetrability: Which Kolax observing, together with the vivacity of her Wit, the magnanimity of her Spirit, the solidity of her Judgement, and the Majesty that attended them all, could not sufficiently behold her; and at length fell from beholding, to admiring, and from admiring, to affecting; and thus became his Prisoner's Prisoner.  
Glycera perceiving both visible and audible effects of his passion, thought a favourable entertainment of him, so far as virtue would permit, might be a means to procure some liberty from her strict restraint; and therefore received him still with a Countenance as full of sweetness, and grace, as her mind replete with goodness could dispose her to frame; so that at last, she totally gained his heart to her devotion.  
Zelota, wi●e to Kolax, a woman easy to be moved, and being once moved, of an implacable spirit, espying her husband's love to Glycera, not enduring that any should be admired, or affected besides herself, and yet doing nothing that might merit admiration or affection, except to detract from others will challenge the Title of Desert, and the reward of Admiration, resolved to countermine all their undermine of her Honour, and either to make way for Glycera's slight, or to make her away, where she should never more be a Pest to her cankered mind. At length intelligence arrived at her ears of a Vessel bound for Peloponnesus, which she presently gave information of to Glycera, promising to assist in her escape, to the utmost of her ability; and covering the venom in her heart, with pleasing looks, and more pleasing express●ons, she prevailed so far on Glycera's Charity, as to infuse a sleepy Potion into her husband's drink, that should seize all his senses with such a Lethargy, as ere he recovered out of his brainsick trance, she might be near arrived at Peloponnesus; and from thence (she said) the passage to Thessalia was not difficult.  
Glycera poizing these Proposals in her judgement, thought it not inconsistent with prudence to accept of them; for all those mountains of discouragements, that despair raised in her thoughts, now lay level to her wishes, and what would be the conclusion of her Imprisonment, she knew not; but however, this she resolved should be the Conclusion of her doubtfully revolving thoughts, that a few days should put a Conclusion to her abode there.  
The next day Zelota comes to Glycera, with a Cup commixed, not with a sleepy, but a poisonous drug (oh heavens, what will not a malicious mind, animated with Revenge, be provoked unto? What venomous gore will not distil out of the rankling of a gangrened mind, festered with the incurable wounds of jealousy?) Glycera not at all imagining what a horrid enterprise she went about to atchive, yet all the way as she went, a strange kind of horror seized upon her spirits, the very Air seemed to fetter her legs, and every shadowy appearance, or even shadow of such an appearance, seemed to interrupt her Progress, that she even thought herself hurried away, by a strange kind of fate, contrary to the bent of her own Genius; however, she stops not, but goes to Kolax, and tells him, that she had brought him a Love-potion, that would incite amorous desires in the coldest nature: Kolax accepts it with gratitude, (as love you know invests all things with an amability, that proceeds from the Object beloved) and drinks of it with such excess, as if he had a mind to convert himself into Loves individual substance. But no sooner had he emptied the Cup of Poison, than the poysonful Cup had filled him with pain and horror; and having roared out some curses on Glycera, he died, leaving her overwhelmed with amazing Terrors, and rerrifying amazement.  
The Servants of the house, hearing this hideous cry, ran up to their Master's Chamber, where they found him dead with Poison, and Glycera with astonishment; affrighted with this woeful sight, some ran to find Zelota, but she that morning had taken a walk abroad, intending to be absent at the execution of her bloody Plot, thereby to avoid suspicion: Others apply themselves to recall Glycera's miserable senses, but ah! to be the more sensible of her misery, and others ran to call near-adjoyning Inhabitants, to behold this lamentable Spectacle; so that in a short time, Fame had blazed abroad this direful Tragedy, that it re-sounded in the King's Court, and at length came to the King's ears also; who no sooner heard it, but he grew even distracted with sorrow, for the loss of his minion, and threatened presently to send Glycera after him, of a message to Pluto, to require him in his name, to release Kolax from his dark Prisons, and send him among the living, or else, if he could provoke all the Powers in Heaven and Earth to destroy his Kingdom, he would do it. Amorosia his Daughter, that had a Character given her by some of Kolax his Servants, of Glycera, how she was a woman endued with solid Virtue, profound Wisdom, and strong Judgement, and hated not so much the name of Vice, as to be vicious; that if the Air had a voice, it could proclaim no such infection from her, as constantly steams from an impious soul; so that an Angel in his most recluse retirements, is not more chaste than she; and whoever had an eye, that could have pierced into her heart, would have been a greater admirer of her Internal Virtue, than External Beauty; though in that was sufficiently portrayed all the lineaments of a mind fraught with goodness.  
Amorosia I say, having this description given her, could not let common fame commit such a Rape on her Charity, or entice her to wed her belief to the tattling reports that all places abounded in, but fell down on her knees, and in a passionate manner implored Glycera's remission of her father, or at least a forbearance of Execution, till her Cause was heard. But the King, the more enraged with her Petitions, thus replied: What, said he, we shall have you Attorney to every Strumpet, to plead for their unlawful courses, and intercede for perverting justice; no Daughter, let this resolve of mine henceforth make you cease the renovations of this sort of entreaties; for, believe it, I'll not suffer an Innocents' blood to rust that Sword of justice, that hath hitherto been kept bright, to the dazzling of admiring Beholders.  
Amorosia hearing this, forbore any further supplications, till her father freed from his passionate Fever, might be able to relish her counsel; which being not long after, she goeth to him, and informs him of her state, and lays before him all the probabilities of her innocency, a mind discreet and charitable could suppose, together with the inconveniences might ensue a rash execution of a Foreign Lady, allied (as she heard) to the blood Royal of Thessalia, and courted by Prince P●●dion, and withal gave him such a description of her, that at last divorced the former resolutions from his mind, and wrought in him such a compassion for Glycera's adversity, that he commanded she should be honourably attended and entertained, but yet imprisoned, for the space of about a year and half, within which time, if Pandion sent not some Knight, that by encountering with and overcoming some Knight of Cyprus, should release her, that then she should endure the penalty of the Law; but in the mean time, he would dispatch a messenger unto him, to give him intelligence of her condition, and his determination. The messenger that he sent, was the Knight that I spoke of before, and the person elected to achieve this enterprise, is myself.  
No sooner had he spoke these words, than a shrill noise pierced their ears, with such an acuteness, as if it had fled before to make way for a groan that presently succeeded it, which they hearing, imagining they came from some distressed Lady, ran with speed to help her, and just as they turned round, they espied Florinda under a Tree, hard by the place where they had sat and discoursed, fallen upon the ground in a swound. Periander seeing this, chafes her tender limbs, and recovers her out of her deadly trance, who when she perceived herself restored to herself, she falls a weeping and sighing; ah, said she, can my Periander find in his heart to leave me? I can and will leave thee with all my heart (said Periander) I mean, all my heart with thee; but to find in my heart to leave thee, I cannot, since I can find nothing there but thee. Oh but Periander shall not go (said she) Periander will not go (said he) for he'll leave his soul with thee, his better part.  
And will you then be gone (said Florinda weeping) what shall become of me the while, think you? Live in as much repose (said Periander) as a virtuous mind rewarded by heaven with earthly joys can extract from its own internal felicity. Can true Lovers part then with so much ease (said she) I had hoped— (and then the tears distilled down her Cheeks in such abundance, as interrupted her speech, yet fain she would have spoke, but her striving to speak, made her speech the more difficult, so that grief made so large a Parenthesis, as if it would have put a period to her life, in the midst of her sentence) but proceeding, I had hoped (said she) Periander had thought I had loved him too dearly, ever to take any repose in his absence. But though he can part from me, and exchange a spotless affection, for a little blood-stained honour, though he can insatiably carouse my tears, yet I could not see a tear drop from his eyes, but 'twould corrode my soul, nor can I part from him, and retain myself, for affection hath so glued him to my heart, as the least separation would rend it in pieces.  
But he discoursing to her, how much it did import his honour, and of what evil consequence to Danpions affairs his negligence in that respect would be, she hung on his neck, and kissed his cheeks, and all the while bathed her kisses and his cheeks in tears. Oh (said she) do not, do not go, if we must part now, we must part for ever. But with that, as if every letter in the word, Ever, had been a thunderbolt shot from the sulphurous clouds of love mixed with sorrow in her heart, her senses were on a sudden overwhelmed with extremity, and she falls down into a swoon. Periander seeing this, was forced to take an abrupt leave of Danpion, whose dear affection each to other would else have compelled them to be more copious in their parting ceremonies, and takes Florinda in his arms, and carries her to a house near adjoining, where we leave them.  
Danpion being thus unhappily deprived of his friends, and with them of his hopes of ever attaining either his Love, or his Kingdom, began most passionately to lament his condition. For Periander that had so far befriended him on Pandions' side, and Florinda by whose means he had accomplished many projects in Hiarba's Court, and who had defended him so often from Hiarbas and Amphigenia's displeasure, were now both gone, so that he seemed at once to have lost both his sword and buckler, and left alone to manage his designs, and bear the brunt of all.  
In this condition he returned to his Chamber, and there gave vent to his sorrows, and in the midst of all his sadness, he sets down this resolution with himself, that since all his hopes were fled with Periander and Florinda, he would quench that Vestal fire of chaste love that flamed in his heart, which could only be kindled at the beams of Amphigenia's beauty, and with the smoke of that extinguished flame, smother his grief, and deface that image of sorrow deciphered in his de-dejected countenance, and straight apply himself to Hiarbas will, and comply with his humours, by that means not only to enter into, but to inter himself alive during his dying life in his affection.  
But humane determinations are but as glistering Bubbles, where some bright reflections may please the fancy for a while, but soon vanish into Air with the least blast of a divine decree; every beam of a Planet comes laden with transformations, which though it cannot have immediate commerce with the immaterial soul, yet it will bribe the Organs, and by that means unhinge the doors of resolution that exclude inconstancy from the mind.  
So Danpion, however for a time he flattered his sorrows with the thoughts of blotting out the Characters of love with black oblivion, yet at length he found love to be of such a strange invincible unresistable force, that the more he endeavoured to conquer its rebellions, the more it rebelled and conquered his endeavours, so that in despite of his reason, he was led captive by his passion. Flashes of beauty may dazzle beholders eyes, but where they light to purpose, they melt the steeliest hearts, and make them receive impressions of love, which cannot soon be obliterated: which Danpions experience could confirm, for the more he endeavoured to extinguish the flames of affection with the cold blasts of despair, the more ardent they grew, and the less tolerable; so that at length with constant pining, not only the colour, but the figure of his face began to be altered; which many observed, as also how he affected solitariness, to walk and talk alone, sometimes breathing forth his complaints in the Groves and Gardens, sometimes inwardly sighing, and groaning, as if his heart held a dialogue with sorrow. And when he was in company, his thoughts ran so much of Amphigenia, as all the jollity and recreation the Court did abound in, seemed to him but unnecessary Parentheses, and tedious digressions, to that sweet subject that his soul silently discoursed of. And when he was in Hiarbas presence, though his policy would compel him to throw off those mourning weeds wherein grief had attired his countenance, lest he should lay a foundation for suspicion in Hiarbas thoughts, yet the countenance holds such a sympathy with the mind, that it is very difficult, so to counterfeit a contrary affection, that a judicious eye in every lineament of the face may not read the dissimulation; so that Hiarbas could not but by every action discern the passion, wherewith he was affected, his dull dejected looks, his impertinent discourse, his frequent sobbing, abrupt sighing, and the very tone of his voice, that did plainly proclaim his heart held a correspondence with sorrow.  
This sudden alteration in Danpions' countenance and behaviour, bred admiration in many Noblemen of the Court, but especially one Bascanius a great emulator and corrival of Danpions, observing his deportments, that he might discover the cause of his grief (which he conjectured could not be ordinary, since the effect was so superlative and extraordinary) he on a day in a private place meeting with Kalapistus, Danpions Page, examined him very strictly, concerning his Lord, what the cause was of his extremity of grief, whether he was in love, and had received some repulse, or whether he had committed any traitorous fact, and feared discovery, the latter of which he chiefly hoped might be the distemper, and if so, he in his thoughts had soon found a remedy, to wit, remediless disgrace and ruin.  
Kalapistus of late having unjustly (as he thought) received a box on the ear from his Master, as he was walking with him in the Cypress-grove; the occasion of which, being only this, Danpion (as was said) delighting much in solitudes, and soliloquies, one morning walked forth with his Page into the Grove, where through intenseness of mind, forgetting that he was attended, he fell into a lamentation of his hopeless condition, and despairing affection, and through vehemence of passion, at length giving liberty to his voice to declare his sorrows, something louder than ordinary▪ his words were retorted back to his ears by Echo, which Danpion hearing, minding not whence the voice came, on a sudden turned round, and espying his Page, presently entertained a conceit, it was he that repeated his words, and so for his misconceived sauciness, gave him that correction, which being more than his due, he with an ingrateful kind of gratitude, resolved to requite it, when opportunity presented.  
And now fortune endeavouring like Penelope in a night of black adversity, to unweave that golden web of happiness, wherewith she had hitherto invested Danpion, incited this faithless Boys evil Genius, to inspire his mind with so much hellish rancour, as to betray his Lord, which he did to Bascanius' great satisfaction; telling him how his Lord was in Love with Amphigenia, and what means he used to gain her affection, and how he once sent him in the night into her Chamber, attired like an Angel, with a pretended letter from Venus, and what a secret passage he had through a crankling vault to her Chamber, and many things so to Bascanius' content, as that he gave him fifty Sesterces, telling him, my sweet Boy (said he) thou art my Paris, and I accept this news from thee with higher resentments, than the Cytherean Queen on Ida's top received the golden Apple from the fair Trojan shepherd, and I doubt not but by thy means to procure that Helena of glory so courted by us, but yet by him ravished from us. With these words they parted.  
Bascanius being a man of an implacable malice, repining at every beam of honour that shone from his Peers, never allaying the surges of rage and envy, till he had swallowed up his Competitors, a great suitor to fortune, and had obtained her for his Paramour, till of late she wedded herself to Danpion, bringing with her, her whole dowry of honour and riches, and every thing else that makes her so desirable, having thus discovered a passage to the haven of contentment, resolved since the wind blew so prosperously from such a corner of the heavens, not to lose the benefit of success, proffered him in the access of so fit a means to procure Danpions declension; but though he was rejected by fortune, yet since he was thus courted by opportunity, he would not slight its importunities. And being Danpion was so great a Favourite, it was not therefore safe for him to obey the violent impulse of his inordinate Passion, which prompted him to nothing, but present satisfying of his Malice, that thirsted for Danpion's immediate ruin; but rather to wake slowly, and securely. For having no other to testify Danpion's affection to Amphigenia, but his Page, he feared, lest if he should inconsiderately inform the King, without some more pregnant confirmations of it, than his own, and the Boys bare affirmations, the King should discern his envy, and so the ruin he intended Danpion, might attend himself.  
And therefore to bring about his purposes, he entices Kalapistus with promise of a most liberal reward, to bring him those clothes in which his Master was arrayed, wh●n Amphigenia saw him in the Grove. The Boy having gratified his desires, 〈◊〉 on a day attires himself in them, and watching his opportunity, when Amphigenia was bathing herself, he rudely rushes into the Garden, and comes upon her just as she was come out of the silver streams, which seemed to murmur for her departure, having only a rich thin mantle cast over her naked body.  
Bascanius, who had never before beheld so much excellency contracted and united, could not but gaze himself into admiration and astonishment, that he thought her to be the very refined Elixir of all perfections, and every part of her a small volume of all created excellencies in heaven or earth epitomised, and writ in golden Characters; he thought her to be some incarnate Angel clad with a body composed of the same quintessential matter with the heavens, but refined to such a purity and even transparency, that every part seemed a burning mirror, wherein the Angelical beams it enclosed were united, to the inflaming of all beholders, in fine she seemed in a definite circumference to set forth an infinite beauty, so that Bascanius stood a while even ravished with a stupefying contentation, as if he had lost his soul in that world of beauty, or as if all the faculties of his mind thronging together to behold that wonder, had overwhelmed each other.  
What shall I say? to describe his unexpressible admiration, were a task fitter for those sublime souls who are acquainted with rapturous contemplations, and know what it is to be snatched into an ecstasy. But oh, the vehemence of Amphigenia's passion, at this sudden surprisal! At first she stood wondering rather whether she saw at all, than what she saw, so that she stood a while even entranced with astonishment, but at length awakened out of her dream of amazement, she betakes herself for refuge to her legs, and runs, and shrieks, with such a piercing shrilness, as the Air seemed to hand her voice to the heavens, to implore revenge for such hideous presumption; but as it fled the Air seemed delighted with so sweet a traveller, as it bandied it to and fro, as if each part was ambitious to entertain it.  
The Ladies that were walking up and down in the Gardens, some beheading flowers, to purify their brains with fragrant exhalations that steam from those nests of sweets, others summing up the riches of the ears in Music's charming numbers, others passing away the time with pleasant pastime, these, I say, hearing thus on a sudden their Lady shriek, presently run for her succour, and at length they might see the Princess nimbly tripping along upon the verdant Grass, which as proud to be depressed with so sweet a foot, would erect itself with a pretty kind of stateliness, after her departure, whilst she ran with so much swiftness, as even robbed their eyes of a plenary view of her excellencies, and Danpion as they supposed pursuing of her, who no sooner saw this beautiful train, but he fled with as much celerity from them, as before he did towards them, and hardly escaped ere the King hearing a whole Consort of shrieks and cries, among the Ladies in the Garden, came with speed to know the cause, and found his daughter surrounded with her Ladies, like Diana amongst her Nymphs, so that she seemed like Sol among the Planets, where all beauty centred, theirs being only reflections of hers.  
The King seeing that, called some of them to him, to inform him of the reason of their outcries, who told him, that Danpion (as was conjectured by his Garb) had endeavoured to force the Lady Amphigenia; Danpion (said the King) Danpion a ravisher! Danpion a ravisher of my daughter! oh monstrous impiety! horrid enterprise! hellish ingratitude! what Danpion, I say, it can never be. He who hath received such transcendent favours from me, as would even impoverish a Monarch's gratitude, that could command all the riches of the Orient, or make the Sea vomit up her treasures, such as though he would surrender up his soul it would be too poor a restitution, and can it be, that he should attempt mine or my daughter's dishonour? heaven and earth would conspire their forces in avengement of such astonishing ingratitude. But if I find it true, by all the Celestial powers, he had better have mounted on the wings of his ambition to heaven and deflowered Venus.  
This said, the King in a fury returns to the Palace, and banishes Danpion the Court, and confined him to a house, some miles from the Palace, upon pain of death at the least attempt of liberty. Bascanius seeing such a happy result of his plot, inwardly so swelled with content, that he could not contain his venomous rancour from bursting forth to the poisoning of Danpions' honour, but privately gives forth scandalous libels, and publicly teaches Fame the language of Danpions' disgrace, which hitherto she had been wholly unacquainted with, and makes her declaim on nothing but the Theme of his lust and ruin; and not contended only with this, but he relates at large to the King, Danpions' affection to Amphigenia, his former attempts to satiate (as he termed it) his libidinous desires, to which this late event stood as a test for confirmation. And now all Danpions opposites in the Court, that had born him inveterate malice, spurn at this muzzled Lion, and vent their malicious fumes to obscure his lustre. Every one can lend a hand to thrust down a tottering Wall.  
Thus this innocent Prince was on the sudden made the subject of Fortune's hate, and his enemy's malice, and his new hatched glory choked by the black Acherontic vapours that steamed from his enemies hellish malignity.  
But now to tell you how this gallant and Princely prisoner behaved himself under this sad fate. At first indeed the suddeness, not the greatness of the wo● astonished him, as whom would it not transport with amazement, with a thunderbolt of Fortune, in an instant to be hurid out of the Chariot of such dazzling glory, as would have exhausted a King's Exchequer but to have made so●e representations of it, and thrown into a lake of mi●ery? and such was Danpions case, he who before was 〈◊〉 hang like Fortune's Admiral, in the Sea of her inconstant glory, one little moment and link of time chains him as a slave to the Galley of misery and disgrace. He who before shone with such a lustre as every beam of State seemed to fasten to him numerous pairs of servile eyes that did attend his beck, is now plundered of all state, of all respect, unpitied, unregarded.  
But though misery like Circe's cup can thus metamorphose our externals, yet it can have no influence on the rational part. None but caduque beings are subject to the tyranny of Time and Change; and therefore abstracted beings, that come not under the predicament of corporeity, as their essence, so their happiness is of an immutable permanency; and though some abject souls that steep their Intellectuals in sense, and can relish nothing but Epicurean pleasures, may have their delights as transient as time, yet a composed soul, truly fortified with Virtue, is its own destiny, and depends not for its felicity on any other than its own arbitrement, and that of an eternal Fate, which guiding all things according to their natures, consequently rules free Agents, their Actions and Fortunes, happy or unhappy, as the former are attended with Virtue or Vice, according to the principles it hath placed within them, as its Vicegerents and representatives to govern them. Now such a one miseries may try, cannot discompose or disorder; such a one no revolution of time can drive from resolution in the midst of extremities, and such a one was Danpion. For he seemed a man to whom whatever can merit the epithet of Excellent might be attributed to him, having a sublime spirit in a matchless body; the former seemed a ray of Prometheu● fire, something ratifyed, and invested with a more pure and active quality, not having the least mixture of those ponderous elements that clog the mind, but all of rare ascending fire, that clarified his blood from those feculent ●umors that flow from the grossier elements, and composed such a harmony in his soul, as no misfortune could make a jar, and the latter was so sweet a composition of all those masculine graces that at once feed both delight and wonder, as it seemed that Nature with Lilied beauty had chalked out his soul a lodging proportionable to its own greatness, and given him a body suitable to the vigorous activity of his spirit.  
In fine, he that will give a perfect representation of the former, must not be ravished with an ordinary fury; but his mind must be wholly purified from all drossy conceits; his fancy tarified and heightened with Ethereal fire, and his soul inspired, actuated, and enlightened with a beam of Empyreal glory, which must form sublime fancies in it, as the Sun gives form to sublunary matter. And he that would give a true lively and lovely draught of the latter, he must either fix his eyes on some person, whose complexion, features and harmony, hold some proportion with the delicacy, sweetness and grace, of which Danpions beauty was composed; or else leave the soul of his love and pass by transmigration into him, that so by that Idea love forms in the mind, to copy out some imperfect adumbration of his perfections; but the one being unlikely, and the other impossible, renders the Painter unable.  
Now what inundation of misery could overwhelm so great a spirit, which like a rich mount of Oar, seemed to bid defiance to the turbulent waves of Fortune? That that did most strongly invade his breast, was the remembrance of the loss of Amphigenia's favour; and that indeed compelled him to let his sorrow dissolve in drops, and to indulge himself to melting passions. One while he'd hush his griefs with easy sighs, as if they whispered in his listening ear the pleasing news of Amphigenia's pity; and then each groan would seem a note of Love, and with those raptures he'd lie entranced a while.  
Thus subtly did sorrow insinuate itself into his heart, by coming hid under a bait of pleasure. But then a deep fetched sigh would tell him roundly in his ear, those pleasing dreams were but delusions; then grief would change the former Phrygian harmony, in his thoughts to the Doric tone, composed of mournful strains and doleful airs, where every note sounds like a groan, and every quaver like the trembling sigh of one that weeps; And then a flowing Sea of sorrow would supply his eyes with tears, which softly trickling down his cheeks would seem to draw a Map of grief in his face; here Islands inhabited with sweets and graces, and their Garden filled with Roses and Lilies; here a lake of liquid Pearls, and there a briny stream softly kissing his cheeks. Then he would even break out to cursing Bascanius and his Page's treachery, but then Amphigenia would fill his thoughts, and make him break off abruptly, as he broke out passionately. At length espying a Lute that hung behind the hangings in a corner of the chamber, he took it down; and made it discourse his griefs in such melting accents, as every note seemed to fly gently into the still entrance of his charmed ear, and entrance him with a soft pleasing passion; sometimes it would seem even to steal his very soul and imprison it in the Lute; the antipathies between the chirping Trebles, and the grumbling Base, being so sweetly reconciled by the mean, as seemed in Music's language, to teach him Virtue's mediocrity. But he making no other commentary on it, than that of grief, would think the quavering strings did tremble at his sorrows, and the Lutes heart-dissolving airs to sigh forth the lamentations of his unfortunate but passionate love, in such sympathising strains, as made him almost think the spirit of some unhappy Lover had taken up its Elysium in its belly, and there in silent ●ones breathed forth his woes, which the trembling strings in imitation of Fame would seem to echo to his ears; and then laying his mouth to the carved Navel of the Lutes sweet womb, he would call aloud, If any Lover's soul by transmigration dwells within this little cell of pleasure, let him come forth and tune his groans to mine, and we will charm our sorrows, and stop the Spheres, who listening to our tones may not whi●le our woeful fates so fast upon us, and bribe the Destinies to cancel their decrees; but then nothing but a hollow sound would give reply to his words, as 'twere to show, what little substantial comfort such any conceits afforded. It is not so easy to staunch a Lover's bleeding heart.  
But seeing the Lute refused to coffin up his woes, he ●lings it down, and takes his Pen and Ink, and fain would wrap up his griefs in the winding sheet of a Letter, which embalmed in tears he would send to Amphigenia to bury them in her pitying thoughts. And that each sentence might more lively express his passion, he'd steep every letter in a tear; but then the letters as not able to swim on the briny drops, would sink into the tear-bedabled-paper, and as i● were drowned in sorrow would lose their forms, and rather represent a monstrous draught of horror.  
Then he would fling away his paper, as not fit to contain the name of Amphigenia; and toss his pen, which would seem to weep for its neglect, and besprinkle the wall with its tears; tears that clad in black, seemed as dark mirors, or the quintessential extracts of sorrow; where each Globe-like-drop, that trundled among the dust, seemed a little bottle that contained a livelier resemblance of griefs Elixir, than Danpion coul distil out of his brain.  
But then he would take it again and write, and blot, and interline; here he thought the expression was too flat, and there too full of big-sounding, bombast words, containing more syllables, than sense, and fuller of noise, than reason; and not like the Amber-phrases, wherein witty Lovers dress their Passions, where any Love-schooled eye, in every clear conceit may descry Cupid placed, as in a Crystal shrine: Then he would condemn his wit, which now would seem too barren, then so full of unlicked fancies, as their number would choke their grace, and render his Style an indigested mass of sense-confounding-nonsense, and not like those quick lively raptures, begotten by the wanton Boy upon the Invention, which so resemble their Father, as seem to be his perfect Picture; and no sooner born, than borne on his Wings, out of the view of vulgar eyes. Then he would bid fie on his Genius, that now should fill his head with nothing but Barbarisms, when his brain had more need been a Florilegium of sublime Stories; a Storehouse of acute Metaphors, 〈◊〉 Similitudes, and compendiums of Eloquence, and an Inventory of all those Excellency's treasure● up in every Creature; but then, that would put 〈◊〉 in mind of Amphigenia, and then he would blame his Tongue for its unpardonable presumption, to mention with the least detestation, any thing that had but the shadow of an Image of that, that might be called hers.  
Thus did his sorrow variously vent itself, having none to commiserate him, but the senseless Walls, (which with a dull noise, would repeat his moans, and say Amen to his cries) and the Marble of the Chimney, which would weep and sweat, as 't were with sympathising pain; but grief would transform the Form of every thing, that had the shape of comfort, and make the Walls echo his groans, with a sad dolefulness, and the Marble drops to reflect his visage, and therein the Portraiture of sorrow. True grief delights in solitudes, if it may be said to have any delight; and he mourns with a witness, that mourns without a witness.  
But now, to leave him in his lamentations, and return to Amphigenia, who with the fright she took at her surprisal, fell into such a dangerous distemper, as threatened little less than her sudden dissolution; every moment the fatal Thief, would steal some portion of her Rosy-excellence, or rather the Graces enshrined in her beauteous Face, by a mysterious transition passed into my soul, to make her fit to inhabit among the Celestial dwellers; which when her Father saw, he grew so enraged with Danpion, as he resolved not to be partial, but gave strict command to his Keeper, that night to put out his eyes, as others before had suffered for an offence of the like kind, though without those high aggravations that attended his: and moreover, to keep him Prisoner, until they saw whether Amphigenia would recover, or not; if not, he should be sacrificed on her Tomb, and her Epitaph should be written in his Ashes, and engraven with the point of a Sword on his Skull; but if the contrary, he should have his freedom.  
The Jailor, to execute the King's commands, in the depth and dead of all the night, softly steals up to Danpion's chamber, whom care and sorrow, and a strange noise of confused thoughts, would not permit to sleep, so that he was only laid down on his bed, a little wax Taper burning by him, and was reading the sad story of Hero and Leander's love, and was so moved with its woeful conclusion, as that he could not but shed some drops on the Book, and by drowning their names with Tears, make them act over again their own Tragedy.  
The Keeper perceiving a dim light in his Chamber, (which gave him to see his hopes to take him asleep were vanished) rushes in violently with a naked Sword in his hand, and with all the terror a deformed countenance (expressing more horror in a ghastly look, than could be otherwise contained in a Volume) could frame, he delivers the message, and commands him to submit with patience, as he expected to meet with better usage.  
Danpion hearing this unexpected tidings, fixed his eye undauntedly upon him, whose Majesty might have struck an awful terror into the most ruthless Villains heart, and enraged more with the churlishness of his speech, than with the terribleness of his message, he, with a resolute fury, leaps upon the Jailor, and on the sudden writhes the sword out of his hand, and redeems himself, giving him blows for his Ransom. Extremity is Virtue's Opportunity, which never appears clad with greater lustre, than when stripped naked by Fortune.  
Danpion having released himself, runs to a near adjoining Wood, where he spends that night in sighing forth his woes; sometimes raving at the King's merciless tyranny, sometimes cursing Bascanius' treachery, sometimes lamenting Amphigenia's cruelty. His Mind floating in a tempestuous Sea of thoughts, would be wrecked, sometimes upon Rocks of insuperable difficulties, sometimes overwhelmed in a Gulf of despair: Then his Tongue, the servant of his Mind, to give some little ease, would vent some streams, out of the overflowings of his thoughts. Words are airy successors to our intestate comforts: Flitting Shadows, and vanishing Pictures of our minds, or our minds transformed into Air, and that form into Words; invisible transcripts of our thoughts, writ upon Air, and copied out by our Tongues; poor breathing Orators of our woes, whose Rhetoric will for a while hush them to silence; who give ease, though they give no succour.  
So Danpion, with the wind of his words, would a little disperse the Clouds of grief in his mind. Sometimes he would inveigh against Envy, calling it the putrid Blain of a corrupt mind, or the very Imposthume of all vicious humours; which bursting with its own venom, sends forth an infectious gore, called Slander: Slander, that base canker of Renown, filthy vapour of an ulcerous mind, whose steam obscures Virtue's bright Ray; vile demolisher of the Temple of Honour, and the accursed spawn of a hellish mind.  
But then his Hate to Envy, would bring to his mind the contrary opposite, a Love to Virtue; and both these would be as alarms, to awaken the thoughts of Amphigenia, the Object of the first, and the Subject of the latter; And then he would condemn his too too adventurous eyes, for their presumptuous beholding of that miracle of beauty; but more his remembrance, for retaining that Soul-captivating Species, her Idea; but most of all, his Heart, for surrendering up its Citadel to the tyranny of love.  
And then he would call out, Ah! Why did I love? Alas! alas! Why did I love? Thus to be made a slave to Beauty; but how could I choose but love? love? nay adore so Divine a Form? Rather why do I remember? since it is remembrance that is the life of my grief, and that that renews my woes; but how can I choose but remember such a heavenly shape, in whom all unparallelled Excellencies meet like parallels in their proper Centre; whose every beam glanced from her eyes, writ a complete story in my mind, of Beauty's Perfection, and Love's Prerogative? But ah! Why did I then give liberty to my eyes to see that model of Divine perfections? since the eyes are the Crystal doors of the mind, at which all Objects enter that enthrall the affections; but alas! who could but gaze, and gaze himself to admiration, and admire himself into an Ecstasy, to behold one, in whose Eye lay the diapazon of beauties visible harmony, which with their motions, like the Spheres, would strike Entrancing Raptures into all chaste hearts; and where thousands of Stars lay couched under a sable Veil, resembling night's Canopy, whose rapting influence, would compel all eyes to see, all thoughts to remember, and all hearts to love and adore?  
Thus his thoughts flying from one opposite to another, would still centre on Amphigenia; like the Eagles, that flying from East to West, met in Delphos; and thus he consumed the night, until about the dawning of the morn; that impartially partial hour, which whilst it seems to stand as a Neuter, between night and day, and to take to neither, doth indeed incline to both; when remembering, that though his escape had freed him from present misery, yet not from future ruin, he therefore resolved to flee to Cyprus, after his friend Periander, and assist him in the releasement of Glycera, and then return with him to Thessalia, and by his means ingratiate himself with Pandion, and he feared not but to procure a considerable Party that should revolt from Hiarbas, upon the least knowledge of his intentions.  
As he was thus walking and pondering, there suddenly came upon him about five Horsemen, who by force (he having no weapon to defend himself) carried him about the space of a mile, to a green Valley, where there lay great numbers of Soldiers, as in a Bush; in the midst of whom, was a rich 〈◊〉, drawn by four milk-white Horses abreast, wherein there sat a most incomparable Lady, clad in rich attire, in whose face was displayed all the Ensigns and Trophaes of conquering beauty, and in her looks there sat not only an attractive sweetness, but a Majestic stateliness; so that she seemed at once to allure and command affection, to behold, conquer, and triumph: So that Caesar's Motto, Veni, vidi, vici, translated into the language of Love, seemed written on every feature, in the Rosie-Characters of beauty.  
In this triumphant posture she road, four Virgins that were her Attendants, sitting at her feet, a proper Gentleman, all in Armour, well mounted, riding by her as a captive to her beauty; whose soul peeping thorough the Prison-windows of his eyes, plainly discovered itself to be fettered with the Beams that came from hers. To this Gentleman they carried Danpion, who no sooner saw him, but he dis-mounted, and saluted him with all the testimonies of respect and honour, an innate civility, together with a true grounded affection, and a just respect, founded upon great worth, all meeting in one Person, could possibly dispose him to utter.  
Danpion amazed with this unexpected manner of encounter, and the more amazed, because so unexpected, was at first (contrary to his wont manner of laying deep engagements upon others, with his unimitable courtesy) carried with astonishment to that extremity, that borders on the confines of Incivility; till at length, called out of his amazement, with excess of amazement, (as waters chillness recalls the spirits) he retorts back his salutation, with the like manner of Ceremonies, and craving pardon for his rudeness, requests him therein to accuse his bad fortunes, who rendering him unworthy to challenge, had also banished all expectations to meet with any such honour; and withal, condemning his memory, that could retain his sorrows, but not the name and Idea of a Person of so much worth. The Gentleman hearing this told him, that his name was Athalus, who, that his actions might be of an equal latitude with his promises, he, with some few men, came to serve him in the attaining of his Kingdom.  
Then Danpion called to mind, that this was the Person that came with Periander to the Hermit's Cave, and also what engagements he made at his parting from thence, and thereupon embraced him with all possible joy, and gave him Millions of thanks for his obligements; telling him, how seasonable his assistance came, and therewithal fully informing him of his condition, and what Plots he had used, and what success of his Plots, and what advantage by that success, and in what state and posture his affairs were in for the present; how much weakened by the sudden departure of P●riander, whose counsel and assistance had exceedingly farthered his Designs: And then he told him of Periander's happy meeting with Florinda, and by what wile she had escaped from Acastus; neither did he stick to tell him of his own affection to Amphigenia, though neither by his manner of speech, countenance, or gesture, did he accuse in himself any such Passion; not like those puny Lovers, who can coin no expressions, but in the Mint-house of Passion; and when they speak, their speech is nothing but a bundle of incongruities, and incohaerent Phrases, and all the while their April-faces must now moisten the ground with a shower of Tears, anon the clouds of grief must be dispersed, and nothing but serenity; and thus by external inconstancy, describing their inward constancy. But then Danpion began to inquire of Athalus, about the event of his love to Matilda (for Periander, as they came along from the Hermitage, had told him the whole story) and whether that excellent Lady, that beautified the Coach with her Beauty, were not she: To whom Athalus replied, that that indeed was the Lady, that was the Polestar of all his endeavours, through whose favour he breathed, through whose breath he lived, through the life of whose love he loved his life, and by which he poized all his felicity.  
Danpion having performed his salutations to her, Athalus began his relation. It happened (said he) that during the time my wounds were healing in the Cave, where first it was my happiness to meet with your Lordship, Plirio (through whose means Periander and I were set upon, by the Villains that dragged us into those Woods, with intents to kill us) became Lord of Parrhasia, by the death of his Father; he being the only preserver of his name, was left the only Possessor of his Lordship; who having now ability to execute what only before he had wickedness to de●ire, hoping that both of us, but especially myself, had tasted the fruit of his base revenge, seizes upon my Castle in my absence, under pretence of a forfeiture for Treasons, Murders, and Conspiracies said to be acted and plotted by me and my Complices. And that he might colour over these unjust pretences, with pretences of Justice, he caused those that escaped from Periander by ●light, after they had acted their bloody Tragedy upon me, vehemently to petition for justice against me; who being men not only of murderous, but mercenary spirits, and never would refuse to dive into a Sea of wickedness, to find that Pearl called Gain, and ever thought it the greatest piece of folly in the world, for men to recede from their own Interest, through a childish dread of impiety, and to be affrighted from the beaten road of Vice, if it leads to a Mine of wealth, with the foolish bugbear terrors that haunt that path; and therefore they'd no less deride at those, that not steering their actions by the compass of Profit, would sail where ever those gusts of popular breath entitled Honour should drive them; than a skilful experienced Mariner would at a freshwater Seaman, that neglecting his Compass, should flatter himself with hopes of a speedy arrival at his Port, because he runs afore the wind, though it blow from a quite contrary quarter. These men being thus a fit matter for him to superinduce any form upon, he transforms their former shapes, and makes them become of lovers to Vice, pretended lovers of Virtue; and therefore desirous of justice, no● not only because it was justly ranked in the catalogue of Virtues, but because it was the destroyer of Vice, and the cherisher and protector of Virtue  
And this he did to obscure his own malice, and their revenge, from the popular view; that so his actions having an image of justice impressed upon them, might pass current.  
Having thus by policy and subtlety, plundered me of my estate, the next thing he had to do was to possess himself of Arritesia, without whom all the other issues of his brain would prove abortive; and to that end he invites both the sisters Arritesia and Matilda, (to intercept all jealousies in them or their Father, that might intercept his plot) to a most magnificent feast, where (as was reported) luxury and excess seemed to ride in triumph in every dish, as though the storehouses of the elements had been ransacked to furnish his Table; as if he had been rather to have courted his Mistress' appetite, than her affection; so that his Table seemed the Scene of Prodigality, whereon was acted the Tragedy of Temperance and true Liberalty; the most poignant meats being poisons to the former, as excessive profuseness is destructive to the latter.  
But the Feast being concluded, Plivio had another play to act, to which this served but for a Prologue; and that was to seize upon Arritesia; that since (as the Philosopher saith) every one is the framer of his own fate, he resolved that none should accuse his negligence for his infelicity, but he would purchase that by compulsion, to which milder means he saw would prove ineffectual. For (my Lord) you must know Arritesia was a Lady in whom appeared all the delicate attractives of beauty, and external demonstrations of internal Virtue; so that as the former would sufficiently excuse a Stoic should he become an amorist: excuse? nay accuse him of a base ignorance of worth, should he not admire her perfections; so the influence of the latter, might have created goodness in the worst of men, and rendered him inexcusable in whose breast was the least spark of an impure fire. Now no wonder if a virtuous soul enshrined in so sweet a body, by a reflex act viewing its own internal beauty, be like Narcissus gazing on his picture limned by the Sunbeams in a Fountain, enamoured with its own excellencies; and so was Arritesia, yet not so as to obscure her worth, with being void of humility, but rather made Humility a means to discover the worthiness of her worth, and so her Virtues as they became more perspicuous, so more delectable; so that if her humility was apt to entice hope, her dazzling worth would again stupisie and confound it. But as none can cast up their eyes at the Sun, with more confidence, and less dazzling, than the blind; so none are less ravished with true worth, than those whose ignorance of it, makes them least admire it.  
So Plivio, though none had less grounds for hope, yet none had greater confidence than he; not because he so far excelled others, as that his transcending deserts should excite her to pitch upon him, but because his worth being short of many, made him less able to discern of another's, and begat conceits of himself above what his deserts could challenge, and such thoughts in any will soon augment hope to a presumption; but this did but create the more disesteemes of him in Arritesia's thoughts, who by the light of her own worth was able to see his worthlesness, and where disesteem once gets entrance, its hard to crowd out disaffection, they being inseparably linked together, as love and contempt are irreconcilably separated; so that Arritesia thus slighting his person would much more contemn his importunings, that she let all his words die in their own sounds, his most pathetic expressions taking no more impression on her, than puffs of Air upon an Adamant.  
Her mind was a Paradise, where swarmed Angels of high thoughts, such thoughts as each deserved a Crown, and could he think such thoughts would admit of society with so mean and abject meditations as his imaginary Virtues? But whither doth my passion transport me! Plivio finding her thus (as he termed her) an obstinate piece, bend his wit more to devise some stratagem, how to procure her by the favour of policy, than before he did to compose his smooth courting speeches to storm her by the force of eloquence. And having by that subtlety enticed her to his Castle (as I told you) after the Feast was concluded, and the richeses of the time spent in dalliance and delights, the two Si●●ers, with great acknowledgements of his civility, took leave of him.  
Plivio being now if ever to accomplish his des●r●s, waits upon them to the Castle Ga●e, performs many ceremonies to them both to delay their sudden departure, but especially to Arritesia, to whom he applies himself in all the dilatory postures of a parling Lover; so that Matilda by this time was entered into her Coach, and all their attendants stood without, waiting when Plivio would dismiss their Lady, whose ear was surfeited with his tedious compliments. But Plivio having now brought about what he desired, thought it not prudence to dally with opportunity, but on the sudden gives the watchword to his servants, who being able to interpret the meaning, make fast the Gate, and by force drew in Arritesia into the Castle, not regarding her pitiful shrieks and cries, and tears, able to wound the flintyest heart, and pierce the most impenetrable ears. Oh! that heaven should ever permit any to fix the superscription of love, upon actions so plainly visible to the dimmest eye, to be nothing but the offsprings of a luxurious passion.  
Matilda, with the company that were without, hearing Arritesia's cries, and seeing the sad effects of his plot, and that his former delays were but the court of occasion, they in a confused manner run home to Pirotes' house, to inform him of his Daughter's surprisal; but as they went, amazing fear had so distracted some, and fearless amazement transported others, that when Pirotes at their arrival (having his heart no less filled with terror, than his ears were with the noise of that rout) inquired of them the cause of their confusion, as the one (at first) could not tell what to relate, so neither could the other tell how to deliver their doleful message, but made their countenances supply the defects of their speech; till at length they declared the villainy of Plivio, and the misery of his Daughter.  
Pirotes, whose ears with such greedy haste hunted for words, had now over-taken the prey that preyed upon him, and pulling his hat over his face (as I was told) tears fell in such abundance, as if his heart dissolved into drops, had distilled through his eyes; such a source of sorrow did overflow him, as even drowned his senses, and with too much sense of grief, made grief become senseless. Sorrow when it swells above the dam of moderation confounds itself.  
In this confused conflict of mind, he fixes this resolution in his thoughts (if an unsteadfast mind, floating on the inconstant waves of grief, can ever be said to resolve) that a few womanish complaints should not satisfy his revenge, but he would give the coin that Mars uses to purchase Kingdoms with for her Dowry.  
The next day, according to his resolution, he summons all his Tenants together; and as many as thorough either envy or hatred to Plivio, or love to Arritesia (for she had many suitors, and he many rivals, whose merits far overbalanced his, though his fortunes exceeded theirs) would appear in arms against him, and besieges him in his Castle before his spies could give any information; so that all his preparations were to fight Cupid's battles, for instead of that miscellany of noises and combustions that are the usual effects of sudden alarms, they might hear nothing but Music and dancing, and all things that argued a fearless security; only, as happened, the Gates were shu●, but rather to keep out the air than an enemy, the Guard being discharged that should have watched upon the walls, and the Sentinels that should have given notice of this invasion.  
Thus many times, some unthought of mischief steals away our joys, whilst our senses lie steeped in solace and benumbed with a dream of pleasure, and seldom that issue of an improvident mind Security, lights upon any that move upon the still waters of content, but like that inauspicious meteor called Helena, it presages a storm.  
And so it was with Plivio, he was reaping the harvest of delight with one hand, whilst he sowed the seeds of his own ruin with the other. And had not the Gates been happily fastened (thanks more to his good fortune than his vigilance) he had been surprised in the midst of all his jollity; but by that means they were forced to use scaling Ladders, battering Rams, and other Engines of War, to force a passage into the Castle. And so strongly was it fortified by Art and Nature, that notwithstanding they were interrupted with so small resistance, as only from some few of Plivio's menial attendants, that were more beholding to Nature for valour than their Master, and had made what opposition, men grown desperate with courage and necessity would dare to attempt, yet success had not put a period to their enterprise, until the setting of the Sun had concluded the day. And just then (as ●ortune would have it) it was my happiness to arrive at the Castle, to the admiration of Pirotes and all his company, who before were fully possessed with the belief of my death. But after some congratulations that passed betwixt us, he gave me a full information of the reasons of his proceedings, and what had been Plivio's designs in my absence, and how that fate that commonly attends such actions, had now dissipated all his endeavours.  
The whilst he held me in this discourse, the rest of the men were ransacking the Castle for Plivio and Arritesia, the one the only prey for their revenge, and the latter the only treasure they sought after: but notwithstanding all the care and diligence that could be expected in men searching for a Jewel, that must ransom them from the kill tortures of a living death, not the least footsteps of either could be found. But how, or when, or which way, or whither they escaped, was as great a subject of our admiration, as if the Sun had droped down from heaven. But I shall never forget how the good old man, when the news of his Daughter's flight ●lew to his ears, how he at once both wept and wondered, grief and astonishment having both taken the Fortress of his heart, and both at once displayed their Banners in his countenance, and there I saw at once an agreement betwixt them to tyrannize over him, and a disagreement about dominion over each other; his amazement did at once transport him and confound grief, his grief would at once overflow him and drown his amazement.  
But at length after a tedious search for Arritesia, for whom they looked with more curiosity than Ceres did for Proserpina, and the time of night being come, that is wont to steal our senses, and hide them in a Pandora's box of dreams, Pirotes returned home (for home he would return) though (as common civility obliged) I much pressed him to the contrary. But as he went (poor Gentleman) methoughts I saw a doleful hearse of sorrow in his looks, his heavy eyes with their dim lights pointing towards ●he ground, as if there he meant to inhabit next, and seemed like torches in a grave; whilst every part would act its part, and seemed to give a dumb relation of that story of woe written in his thoughts.  
But to be short, sorrow had so closed up all the entries of his mind, that there was not the least cranny for a beam of comfort to shine in; yea it so played the Tyrant, that it quite exiled all rest and sleep, and every thing that seemed an enemy to mourning, so that he conversed with nothing but solitaryness, saw nothing but darkness, heard nothing but inward sighs, spoke nothing but silent moans, felt nothing but pangs that stupefied his feeling, and tasted nothing but insipid grief, till at length death that unties the Gordian knots of nature, that untunes the harmony of compounded beings; the poor man's wish, the rich man's fear, the sad man's joy, the stout man's Page, the young man's ●oy, and the old man's expectation; that thief that steals man away, and leaves his picture for a while, stole Pirotes out of this world, who amongst many other grave counsels to Matilda (the rare offsprings of those severe but excellent thoughts, that steam forth from a departing soul, carried above itself with that excess of joy extracted from those pleasurable meditations that a well-passed life in this world do afford) I say much and so excellent advice he gave her, as if he would have contracted the former goodness of the whole span of his life into a punctum, of all his years into that last moment, and then like the last blaze of an Aromatic Torch, breath forth the fragrant odours of his life in his last instant; and then my good Angel inspired him with such high thoughts of me, as (indeed) it would be the greatest presumption to think my merits could challenge a far inferior reputation: So that at his last hour he charged her, that if ever (as he pleased to term it) so much happiness was reserved for her, as that I should pitch upon her as the object of my affections, not to be so great an enemy to herself (he might more properly have said an enemy to me) as to slight me, though my small worth might be a sufficient excuse, having nothing that might merit the contrary, except in that I love her; but however, this was ●o●h his advice and command; so that encouraged by this, 〈…〉 fresh remembrance of his death was a little withered (as nothing ever continues verdant, though far be it from me to expunge the remembrance of him, 'twould be an eternal blot to my name, and might justly make me remembered only for infamy) but I say, after the verdant freshness of it, though watered with the dew of many tears, began to decay, I went to Matilda, and unbreasted my thoughts to her, and disclosed the beauteous image of herself there enclosed; and how pure a flame was shot from her eyes into my heart, and in a broken manner (for such is the language of Lovers, the commotions of their hearts disturbing their speech) I say brokenly I begged of her to love me, if not for my own sake, yet as the Cabinet of such a Jewel as her Idea, and if not for that, yet for her Father's sake, who had bequeathed so excellent a Legacy unto me as herself, the Jewel of the world, the pattern of perfection, in whose presence all beauties lose their lustre, as the Sun's refulgent beams drown the splendour of the Stars; and in comparison of whom Venus was but a blouse, and might justly be accused of the highest arrogance, should she account her excellencies worth estimation when compared with hers.  
In fine, I left nothing unsaid that Love could dictate (and Love did dictate as much as can be within the compass of invention) so that at length with these assaults I battered down all those reasons that fortified her heart against me; and forced her to blush forth a dumb consent, when methoughts I saw her former thoughts marching out of her mind with the colours flying in the lovely Air of her countenance, with such a delicate bravery, as she seemed at once to yield and triumph; so that I became o● a captive a victor, but yet such a victor, as my conquest did but augment my captivity. And before she would surrender up her heart to my possession, she compelled me by many Vows to swear, not to deface her spotless Virtue, but that chastity should retain its governance; and withal to pay a large sum of merits, towards the building a Temple of honour, where her Virtue should lie enshrined; and since that no deserts purchase greater renown, than those that are founded on Valour and Deeds of Arms, therefore she engaged me to travel with her through Greece to hunt for fame with heroic exploits. And remembering that there was no better way to eternize my name, than to serve so excellent a Prince as yourself, in so just and honourable a cause, I raised what forces I could in Parrhasia, and am now come to obey Matilda, and serve your Lordship.  
Athalus having thus finished his story, Danpion and he began to consult about their designs. Great affairs being surrounded with difficulties, for their better accomplishment, require as well Argus' eyes as Briarcus hands. And therefore as a Prince would proclaim himself guilty of no great prudence, whose confidence on another's judgement should create in him a diffidence of his own, and by that means make another the Atlas of his Crown; so neither would it argue height of policy, should an over-valuing opinion of himself, beget in him a contempt of his counsel: For by that means, viewing his reasons through the spectacles of self-conceipt, be sure they will appear (however empty in themselves) more full of wisdom, more forcible, and more demonstrative than others. That Prince had need have a brain pregnant with Minerva that needs no counsel, as he shows himself a Prince (scarce a man I should say) with a head, empty of brains, that refuses all counsel.  
But to digress from this digression. Pandion and Athalus (as I said) fell into consultation about the managing this cause in which they were embarked, and how to steer it safely to the Port of Sovereignty. Now in all determinable cases, controverted by a Council, these three points are chiefly to be insisted on.  
First, The Justness of the cause: for who can expect to return crowned with a Laurel, that at once fightt against the powers of heaven and earth?  
Secondly, The facility of accomplishing; and therein is to be considered the instrumental causes: for never was any so in league with Heaven, as to challenge supernatural assistance. None could free him from the imputation of madness, that would endeavour to effect an enterprise without endeavours; that were to create not to get victories.  
Thirdly, The honour and profit: since man acting as a rational creature by voluntary election, not by instinct of Nature, or compulsive impulse of Sense, always propounds some thing to himself, which appearing under the notion of good, is called the final cause, which though last in execution, is first in intention; therefore much more in the management of the highest affairs, man is entrusted with on earth, they ought to use the greatest reason; and Reason never excites the will to proceed to election of any thing for its object, that contains not real worth to render it eligible, or is at least gilded over with an amability.  
Now these three things were chiefly considered in their deliberation.  
And as to the first, namely, The justness of the Cause; that was affirmed to be as apparent as the Sun▪ by whom all things are apparent; it being the prosecution of a persecuted right, and such a right, that had been founded upon an indubitate succession for many generations, proclaimed by the voice of heaven the people, and confirmed by the Law of Nature and Nations.  
And to that Objection that Hiarbas his right, both by Conquest, and by Agis his resignation, had swallowed up Danpion's, Reply was made: To the first Part of the Objection, That Nature was an impartial Legislator, and Universals were equally shared among Specials and Individuals: Now if it was an Universal Rule, That Might could purchase Right, than it was as just for Danpion to regain the Kingdom by force, as Hiarbas by force to possess it. If the longest sword is a fit tool to carve Crowns for one, it is for another. If the Trophies of Conquest can afford materials for a Throne for one, they can for another. But the Sword using no other Arguments, than those of Victory and Success, cannot be a fit way to constitute, nor a fit Umpire to determine Right: And though it may plead Custom and Example, yet such Pleas are only valid with those, whose ignorance of the Original and true constitution of Right, Equity, and Justice, disposeth them to adhere to a Precedent; and though they follow the example of one, whose actions were probably entitled just, because they escaped that vengeance that pursues injustice: We are not to square our actions by another's, unless he squares his by the rules of justice: And though (it is true) in the state of War, that all men are in, before the institution of Commonwealths, (every man by nature being as a little World, so a little Republic) a Right procured by the Sword is not unjust, because unjustice is the wrongful detaining of another's Propriety; now one man having as much right to all things as another, there can be no Propriety, until a coercive Power is established, that must divide this vast Common into Enclosures; yet after Commonwealths are instituted, to invade another's right, is not to procure a Propriety, but a Possession; for Propriety is a Right to enjoy and improve any thing transferred by mutual voluntary compact, under a coercive Power, that can render the Contract valid, by compelling the mutual performance: Now a Covenant being an act of the Will, and the Will having only some good for its Object, and no greater evil, than to abandon means of self-preservation (which is the end and use of all things we seek to enjoy) therefore none can be supposed voluntarily to renounce his right of enjoyment of that, the loss whereof tends to his destruction; because he therein cannot be thought to aim at any good to himself.  
Again, a Covenant being a voluntary act, must be free from all coercion: For though the Elicit actions of the Will are not subject to compulsion, yet the Imperate actions are sometimes forced to rebel against its commands and dictates: Now a Covenant being a voluntary transferring of Right, that is, not a conferring a Right upon another that he had not before, because Nature equally shares all things, among all persons, but a divesting one's self of a liberty of interrupting another's Original Right, in the thing alienated, or a voluntary standing out of the way, that another may enjoy his Original Right derived to him by Nature: As Alexander, when he eclipsed the Sun, by his interposition between it and Diogines' little Hermitage, removed his station at the Cynics request: But an enjoyment purchased by force, doth not by a reciprical transferring of some good, move the Will of any one by compact, voluntarily to renounce his Right, or liberty of impeding another's use of his own Right Original, and to remove himself away the main obstacle, but rather thrusts such a one away by force; as if Diogenes should have crowded Alexander from between him and the Sun's Rays.  
And therefore a Right so procured, is only a present fruition, that is Possession, until a stronger snatches the Prey. Hence, no one can invest himself with a right of Sovereignty only by force, a power of governing so procured, being not a Sovereignty, but a Tyranny: For all Sovereignty, or Power of governing others, is Originally derived from a certain number of Persons, covenanting one with another, to surrender up their natural right of Self-gubernation, to one or more Persons, who representing the whole, so united by mutual compact, may use the power and strength of them all for the safety, and benefit, and weal of the Public.  
Therefore a Power attained by violence, is not a Power to rule, but tyrannize; the multitude having never so much as implicitly transferred over their right, and consequently not obliged to obedience, any farther than as their Nonobedience may turn to their destruction: And in that respect, the right of Sovereignty being equally shared among all Persons, by nature, the disproportion only remains in this, Thar such a one hath the longest Sword.  
But concerning the second part of the Objection, viz: That Agis had transferred over his right to Hiarbas by Resignation, this was the solution:  
First, though it is true, Covenants entered into by force are Obligatory, from the Law of Nature that commands Self-preservation, and consequently an Election of those means that tend thereunto; therefore if an extorted resignation be a means to procure such a good, as a freedom from that evil that is the Object of fear, it cannot but be binding, where there is no other Law (as in the conditihn of mere Nature) forbiddeth the performance; but such Covenants being acts of men, considered as in the condition of War, are therefore obliging no longer, than until there ariseth a new and just cause of fear, and then he is much obliged by the same Law, that for Self-conservation commanded him to resign up such a Right, because the reservation of it was inconsistent with his preservation, to reinvest himself with that right he relinquished, if it be the only means for his safety, as before he was to resign it up.  
But it was alleged, That there was a just cause of fear, though not in Agis, yet in Danpion his Heir, or Representative, who had the sentence of Death passed upon him, and therefore might justly seek to regain the Kingdom, not only as his lawful inheritance, but to preserve himself from the invasions of Hiarbas, there being nothing more reasonable than Anticipation, that is, the overpowering those Persons that seek one's destruction.  
But secondly, The people of Thessalia had given the sovereignty to those that were lineally descended of Agis' Ancestors, and therefore were bound by Covenant to obey them, as their lawful Sovereigns: Consequently Agis, though he might dispose of the Government during his life, yet not of the Succession; because he derived no such authority from the Fountain of Sovereignty, the Multitude, in the first institution; and therefore the transferring of the right of governing from his Posterity to a stranger, was the giving away another's Propriety, or an assisting of one, in the invasion of another.  
Hence, Hiarbas was but a temporary King, to whom the entire exercise of Power was committed for a time; which once expired, his Power must also expire with it: after which, his Government was but an unjust Usurpation, or a wrongful detaining of another's Propriety.  
The second thing they consulted about, was the facility of accomplishing: For Policy forbids any man to engage in a War, though for a just and lawful recovery of his own; unless he can produce pregnant and demonstrative assurances, that he shall be seconded with success. But they did not doubt of success, for these Reasons:  
First because, the sooner any thing comes to perfection, the sooner it declines to corruption and dissolution; so the sooner any arrives at the height of power, the nearer he is to his declension. And this was Hiarbas case, being on a sudden rebounded, by a strange fortune, into the throne, from the ground of a hopeless irresolution.  
Secondly, As in Nature, so in Government, nothing is permanent that is violent. For though for a time a Tyrant (i.e. an unjust Usurper, or possessor of another's Power, to whom the right of sovereignty in Propriety belongs) though for some time he may underprop his state with the Sword and Policy; yet in the end, Divine Justice snaps the Sword in sunder, infatuates his Council, and makes his own the subaltern causes of his down-fall.  
But Hiarbas, as he came to his Government by a Politic violence, so he upheld it by the same; and therefore they feared not, but that false pretended right, inscribed by the Swordpoint, on the leaf of a Laurel, would be dissipated, like the Prophecies of that Sibyl, that used Leaves for her Paper, by the blasts of Heaven's Vengeance.  
Thirdly, That Government that is erected on the Basis of a Faction, cannot stand; because the Foundation being too narrow for the Fabric, and it having no Internal Principle of stability, must be upheld by External Props, and consequently subject to dissolution, upon the least failing of that force, by which it was constituted.  
But as the former was most apparently true in Hiarbas his Government, so also the latter; viz: That that force that was the Architect of his sovereignty, daily declined thorough intestine disorder. These, and many other Reasons that were then given, encouraged them in their high enterprise.  
But as for the third thing, viz: the Honour and Profit that would redound, if their atchivements were crowned with success, that was so conspicuous, as it required no great consideration. So that in Fine, this was the result of the consultation, That Athalus should march with his men to the Court, and pretend to be revolted from Pandion, through an opinion of the merit of Hiarbas' Cause; that since Danpion was exiled from thence, and none to nourish Faction in the Court or Kingdom, Athalus by that means might ingratiate himself with the King, and breed emulation among the Nobles, and dissensions among the Commonalty; that so by that means, they might fit all things in a readiness against the first access of a smiling fortune. And as for Danpion, it was thought not safe for him to entrust himself in any part of the Kingdom, unless disguised; it was therefore resolved, that he should attire himself in the habit of a Lady, and go to the Court as a companion of Matilda's, and so make that mask a step at once to reach the prize of his Ambition and Affection.  
These things thus agreed on, Danpion arrays himself in a white silken Robe, that taught from his shoulders to the ground, the train whereof strayed a pretty distance from his heels, and before was bu●●●ned with rich Jewels, from his neck, to his knees, and there left open to discover the pure whiteness of his skin: His legs and feet were imprisoned within the gilded Labyrinth of rich Buskins, which were fastened under his knee, with a most precious Jewel, where the ends of all the Knots did centre and unite: His hair being very long, after the Thessalian manner, hung loosely, and carelessly upon his shoulders, having no other attire upon his head, than a lawn Veil cast over his head, face, and shoulder, on the top of which, he wore a Coronet of Gold, set with Diamonds, the ancient Habit of Virgin-Princesses in some parts of Greece. Thus arrayed, he steps up into the Chariot, and sits on the right hand of Matilda, and accompanies her to the Court, under the name of Celania; where in a short time they arrived, and were received by Hiarbas (after notice given by a Herald from Athalus, what they were, and what the intents of their coming) with all possible demonstrations of Honour; not neglecting any ceremonies or compliments that appertain to State, but manifesting all things that might express the greatness of a Prince's mind, who scorns to be overcome in courtesy.  
And as for the two Ladies, Celania and Matilda, with the four Virgins that were the Attendants, they were conducted by a chief Gentleman-Usher, thorough the outward Court, to a stately Gallery, that led into a most beautiful Garden; where they were received by a Lady of Honour, and thence led to the Princess Amphigenia; who in her Chamber was set in a Chair of State, under a most rich Canopy of cloth of gold, with many young beautiful Ladies, clad in Crimson Damask, attending on her.  
Amongst whom, her most transcendent beauty made her shine, with as much superiority, as the Sun doth over the lesser Luminaries; so excellent and incomparable were the Graces that sat enshrined in her lively Countenance, as she seemed as a perfect mirror of all beauty and Majesty; such a miraculous composition of all those Excellencies, that can at once both enravish with delight, and transport with admiration: She seemed (as indeed she was) a fitter subject for the pen of Angels, whose vast capacities render them more able to comprehend, as their being conversant with immortal Glories, to describe the sublimity of her Perfections, than any Mortal whatsoever; because, though he had an understanding as vast as the Creation, that he could put a Girdle upon Nature, and might, like the Bee, here and there extract the choicest Flowers, that grow in her Garden, to fill his invention with similitudes, yet being cooped within the Universe, he can no more describe the perfection of her beauties, than a Picture of the Sun can imitate its Splendour.  
In this stately posture she sat, until the Ladies were conducted into her presence, and then she arose and saluted them, with a countenance and gesture expressing so much sweetness, but yet tempered with such a lovely, but stately reservedness, as she at once gave them their due Honour, and yet retained her own State; so that Majesty in her deportments seemed to descend on the wings of Humility, like Phaebus' Chariot, ruled by Phaeton, and inflamed their hearts with admiration; but especially Celanias' who was struck into a strange kind of transport, that had near discovered her, had not conscience recovered her; for her heart fell into such a vehement panting, and her body was arrested with such a quivering, as even hindered both her speech and gestures, at least the grace of them, so that she at first wished she could purchase a handsome conveyance out of the Room, with the loss of those delights Amphigenia's presence afforded: And no wonder, for she was never before acquainted with the happiness of so near an access; much less therefore with the effects of love, when extafied with so near an approach to the object beloved, and least of all with an Antidote against the strange influence of those effects.  
But at length the consideration of those miseries that would be in the event of her discovery, conquered those pangs, and gave his reason the sovereignty over his passion; so that though at first Passion disdained to hearken to Reason as a Councillor, it now refused not to be subject to it as a Prince.  
Celania being now in a capacity ●or converse, fell into conference with Amphigenia, the cadences of whose words seemed to her a melody beyond the very relishes and closes of Angel's Music, as her features seemed to transcend Angelical Beauty. After some time consumed in pleasant discourses, Amphigenia led them into the Gardens, and there showed them all the delights might have sated an Epicure. Such a banquet had Art and Nature there set forth to feast the sight, as might satiate the most greedy pomp-expecting eyes, satiate? rather astonish. Neither were the eyes alone partakers of the mollitious pleasures of that Paradise, but the ears were enriched with all the treasures a well-touched Lute (that sweet Exchequer of delights) could afford, whose resounding womb seemed the Limbeck of harmony, where its quintessence was distilled, which gently dropping through the ear into the Cabinet of Sense, the Brain, with its soft pleasures charms the soul.  
But this was but a prelude to a consort of Instruments excellently played on by delicate Ladies, sitting under a Sun-proof Arbor, whose features seemed as full of harmony to their eyes, as their Music was beautiful to the ears. But whilst they were keeping time in Music, time danced by so nimbly, as th●y rather in keeping lost it, each minute crowded on so fast, and seemed to tread on its predecessors heels, as if it feared the others loitering might intercept its pleasures: so that it was not long ere the farr-extended shadows of the mountains, seemed sent as messengers from Titan, to tell them the news of his declension, when supper was in great state served into the Banqueting house; a stately building suspended in the Air on Marble pillars, standing on a flowery plain, embraced with the Silver streams of a purlling River that gently crept along: the Chamber above was hung with cloth of Tissue, in the midst of it was a round Tribunal made of Porphyry, on the top of which was a chair of State, wherein was placed the Statue of Diana, richly apparelled, a golden sceptre in her hand, and the three Graces attending on her, playing on wind Instruments, which were carved so lively, that as their figure deceived the sight, so did the Music the hearing, which the water conveyed by silver pipes through the pillars made them compose.  
But all these glories seemed to Celania only to adorn the triumph of Amphigena's beauty, which lead captive more hearts than they did eyes, or the Music ears; so that she viewed them only with a careless eye, accounting nothing worth the seeing in Amphigenia's presence but her, nor scarce ever casting a glance on any thing; unless it were on that whose extraordinary excellence might justly challenge a look from a Critics eye, and then she would compare it with her, to render her Beauty incomparable. But if Amphigenia chanced to crop a slower, or treasure up the perfumes of a Rose, or disperse the rays of her f●ir eyes on any object, than she would look and look again, envy the flower, grow jealous of the Rose, and grieve that she herself was not the object. Ah! (would she say) thou pretty Martyr, how happy art thou to lose thy life by so sweet an executioner! And when she saw it whither in her hands: Poor senseless flower (said she) cannot a glance from that eye revive thee? nor a touch of that hand (whose soft delicacy would warm a heart bennumed with Age, and in despite of years recall Youth fled with Time) cannot such a hand (I say) stop the career of thy beauties? Poor foolish flower, what meanest thou to let death ravish thy sweets? deface that portraiture of beauty, pencilled by Nature in thy leaves? demolish thy lovely Citadel of loveliness? thinkest thou to resume more sweetness, more beauty, more loveliness, from her most sweet, most beautiful, and most lovely hand? no (fond thing) her chasteness hates a prostitute. What then? what is the matter? dost thou bequeath thy sweets to her? and do they by a secret transition pass away from thee, and by transmigration dwell in her? no sure, her Ocean of beauty needs not thy drop, her infinite treasures conferred on her by too prodigal heaven, sure needs not the addition of thy poor mite: no, no, thou pinest away with grief, and so do I  
Again, when she saw her extract the fragrancy of a Rose: Oh! too happy flower (would she say) and in this only unhappy, that thou art ignorant of thy hapness: Little thinkest thou where thy fading sweets do lie entombed; thou wouldst not grudge to part with all thy wealth, knewest thou but where it's treasured, nor to be robbed of thy little cargo of perfumes, didst thou but know thy Pirate. Robbed? if a Merchant that cha●●e●s trash for Gold, or Glass for Pearls is robbed, then so art thou.  
Her pure hand that divides thee from thy root, doth but transport thee from thy native dwelling, to the Vermilion Orient of her lips, where she changes the Aromaticks of her breath for thy poor odours. Oh! Oh! might my soul be refined by the heat of Love's passions into such a steam, as now expires out of thy blushing leaves, and be exhaled like thine, and dwell among the Carnation clouds of her beauty, I'd not envy the inhabitants of Elysium.  
These and the like speeches would she whisper to herself upon every occasion, extracting out of that Garden of delights, only what might feed the appetite of love. And when Supper was served in, though there was all t●e rarities that could be expected at a refection invented by an Epicure, to feast his Sense without sense of satiety, yet Celania took no contentment in all, only let her eyes riot in the most luxuriant banquet of Amphigenia's beauty, which she did with the more confidence, presuming her disguise might make her looks unregarded, or at most unsuspected. Such strange effects did Love work in Celania's heart. If Amphigenia spoke, the sweet harmony of her voice, and eloquence in her speech, would strike Celania mute. If Amphigenia afforded her a glance, the lustre of her eyes (like the Sun whose own brightness is his shade, and sends a drop to veil a gazer's eye) would strike Celania blind. If Amphigenia graced a Lute with h●r playing, the curious swiftness of her fingers nimbly touching the quavering strings, in deep amazes would strike Celania motionless.  
And thus did Amphigenia's presence absent Celania from herself. But supper being ended, after a great deal of mirth that usually abounds in Prince's Courts in times of serenity, but especially upon such occasions the night being far spent, the Sun having distributed much of his light to those of the other hemisphere, Amphigenia brought the Ladies to their several lodgings, where my Muse will bid them good night, and leave them to take their repose, that consort of darkness, that sovereign of balm for care-wounded-minds.  
Thus had Danpion, now Celania, finished the second part of his Tragicomedy, and is now stepping into the third, which as it was acted under various di●guizes, so with various fortunes, as we thus declare.  
The two happy Lovers Athalus and Matilda having continued some space in the Court, not willing to stay any longer in the Suburbs of desires, nor to be confined within the portal of felicity, resolved to imparadise their hearts in Hymen● Elysium; and by marriage (that picklock of chaste sweets) to drench their love-united ●ouls in a deluge of contentments; which accordingly was celebrated by Hiarbas' special command, with all the riches, pomp, and magnificence, that the highest gratitude could throw upon the greatest and most unmatched desert; and with all the pleasures that might bribe a contemplative mind to stoop to the lure of sense.  
Among the variety of representations, whereby the wits of the Court strove to form delight in the fancy, the Princess Amphigenia with the chief Ladies of the Court, presented a Mask before the King and some of the chiefest Nobl●● where the Music was so rapturous, as would even confound an earth bred ear, that at first hearing few could bear so strong a transportation; The well agreeing notes seeming to combine together to astonish souls with sudden ravishment, & in their ex●●●es to persuade them they heard the Spheres rousing harmony, for it seemed to the strongest ear, as if the Musicians had contracted that heavenly melody, in the narrow circumference of their instruments, or had made an Epitome of its sweetest strains; to which the Maskers footing kept such even time, as none but would have thought the air (moved by the enchanting sinews of the Instruments) danced her finest measures after the motions of their feet. So that they seemed (as it were) the Intelligences that moved the Orbs of Music.  
But these delights served but to awaken Celania's evil Genius, who by the light of Hymen's Torch discovered a way to smother all her newborn joys, which was this.  
It happened that at this time the●e was a Knight of Pandions' at the Court, by name Dokimastus, one that pretended to be a revolter from his Master, but was indeed a Spy, that Pandion had appointed under that disguise to pry into Hiarbas' affairs; who as he had resolution to attempt any thing that might further his Master's designs, so he had craft and subtlety to direct his resolution▪ one that had learned the Art of Insinuation, and with the Gyges' Ring of deceit could walk undiscovered in the midst of others privacies; one that would seem to disclose himself nakedly to his very thoughts, but yet make that nakedness his thoughts best clothing. Words are the souls resounding portraiture; he that draws a false picture of his mind, pencils dissimulation, not his own resemblance. He that agreeth not with himself, whose thoughts and words jar, his tongue refusing to accord with his mind in the harmony of truth, how can he be tho●ght to agree with another? But by this means had he crept into Hiarbas favour, so that nothing was concealed from him that he listed to discover, and he li●●ed to discover as much as did tend to his Master's advantage.  
This Dokimastus being present at the Mask, giving liberty to his eyes to range among that Paradise of Beauties, chanced among other Ladies to espy Celania covered with her Veil, according to her wont garb; who having not her education among those of that Sex which she seemed to personate, and therefore unacquainted with many female accomplishments, in the catalogue of which the complete deportment of the body in Dancing is esteemed not the least, which she being wholly a stranger to, and therefore justly fearing lest at the Mask she ●hould unmask herself, chose rather to obscure her ignorance with the mist of a pretended reservedness, and to make another blush with a coy repulse, than herself ashamed with an indiscreet familiarity. The strangeness of her garb and deportment, as they made many other objects ungazed on, by affording as much matter for admiration as they for delight, so in particular they drew a more curious observation from Dokimastus than others, because that observation begat a conceit in him that was not in others, viz. that this Celania was no other than Glycera the Nun, his Master's she-idoll, escaped out of Cyprus, and for love of some Courtier or other fled thither under that disguise.  
This conceit having admission into his thoughts, did by degrees conquer all opposition, bribe his belief with accumulation of Arguments from his continued observation, and at length give itself the sovereignty in his mind; so that he resolved, that since his observation had conquered his belief, his belief should Master his purpose, (which was to send her to Pandion) but his purpose should attend as a servant to opportunity. And that his Present might be more acceptable he determined to send Amphigenia, that so Pandion having the heir of the Kingdom in his custody, and Hiarbas' only child, he might be able with less difficulty to conquer his designs.  
These resolves he closeted in his thoughts, till Time the winged Post-horse of opportunity, that Whetstone of resolution that keenes the edge of the dullest mind, should bring the news of success. The next morning by that time Aurora's blushing cheeks had wept her pearly drops, and sitting in her gilded Chariot drawn with purple Steeds, had chaste away the Stars, and triumphed over the gloomy Night, the two Princesses Amphigenia and Celania having forsaken the Snowy Paradise of their beds, walked forth into the Groves and Gardens, to share in the Morn's refined pleasures; where as they passed along, the gentle distilling dew would seem to weep for their departure, whilst the Western issue of the perfumed air would softly fan their tressing cur●es with its flowery wings, the swift winged singers striving which should salute them with the sweetest airs.  
It happened that at this time Ternotus a Squire that attended on Dokimastus, invited forth by the Morn's mollitious sweets, was walking upon a little hill to refresh himself with Zephyrs cooling gales, where he chanced to espy these two Ladies, sitting under the green Canopy of a shady Bower, and earnest in discourse. Celania had her beauty eclipsed with her Lily Veil, as she had wont; but Amphigenia fully displayed the treasure of her beauty, where she seemed to show all the riches of Nature; as she sat under the Bower her eyes seemed pearly Bowers where thousands of Loves and Graces seemed to flutter up and down, and with their swift Arrows feathered with Majestic loveliness, and tipped with Diamonds, would wound beholders hearts: So that the Bower seemed a shady Palace, where heart-commanding beauty, attended with a great retinue of perfections, seemed to keep its Court; or as an Asylum under whose verdant Roof, the Stars in day time kept their residence.  
Ternotus having paid a little duty to admiration (as whom would it not transport with wonder, to behold so many wonders?) run to his Master, and told him what lovely objects that morning had saluted his eyes withal. Dokimastus hearing that, went by his Squire's direction to the place where he beheld those two excellent Ladies, whom he had no sooner seen, but he knew to be Celania and Amphigenia; the rays of whose beauty made the daybreak of occasion, for the execution of his plot; so that he presently discloses his intents to Ternotus (having first sworn him to secrecy.) Much time they spent not in traversing of their thoughts, till at length having agreed upon a way, which their reason persuaded them would prove effectual, They on a sudden rush into the Grove, where the Ladies sat (Ternotus having first fetched their weapons, and a suit of Apparel that belonged to one of Dokimastus' attendants) and by force carried them into a little Valley, some distance from the Gardens, where they disrobed Celania of her Garments, and clothed her in that habit, and set Amphigenia in a Coach that they had prepared ready for that purpose; but by that time they had accomplished their endeavours, the shrieks of Amphigenia (●oth for her surprisal, and the fear she took at a bloody fight that grew between Celania and Dokimastus, who ignorant of Celania's Sex and Valour, had put a sword in her hand, thinking if any should discover them, it might be thought that he had conveyed Amphigenia away by force.) But I say Amphigenia's outcries, the Airy messengers of her misery, had soon carried tidings of it to the ears of many in the Court, and with a doleful shrillness challenged speedy succour; who harkening more to the noise, than to discretion or deliberation, ran out, some dressed, some undressed, some with Weapons, some without, but using the still mourning voice, as a winged guide, by which they directed their steps, until they came to the Valley, where they beheld Dokimastus desperately engaged in a Combat with Celania, whom now in that garb they knew to be Danpion; and as for Amphigenia, she was hurried away in the Coach, with so much swiftness, as to prevent being overtaken with the nimblest Footman; yet not so as to prevent their ears from overtaking the voice, which like winged Pegasus, rode on the air, and cried, Help Amphigenia, Help Amphigenia.  
This sight and voice so filled the eyes and ears of the new arrived company, did so distract and confound them with amazement, and all those Passions that astonish spirits with amazing confusion at such sudden accidents, as that whilst their hatred to Danpion, but love and duty to Amphigenia, prompted them both to kill the one, and save the other, and at once to do all things, the swelling Torrent of Amazement, dammed up the Current of their desires, and compelled them to do nothing: Some would pursue Amphigenia, whilst themselves were overtaken with a raging grief; others would fight with Danpion, whilst themselves were conquered with a mad rage.  
Thus the fight continued for a time, to 〈◊〉 destruction of many, but the admiration of all▪ Danpion encountering with the multitude for Amphigenia, as Hercules once did with the many-headed H●dra, for the Hesperides golden fruit; till at length, just as he was going to surrender up himself, there came running among them a Horse, broken loose out of the Coach that carried away Amphigenia; who not regarding the multitude, ran furiously among them, as if it had been one of Phaeton's mad Palfreys, and killed some, trampled on others, and dispersed them all; so that Danpion watched his opportunity, catched hold of the Reigns, and wanting neither agility of body, sprightfulness of mind, nor skill in horsemanship, nimbly vaulted upon him, and in the ●ight of them all, made his escape.  
By this time news was fled to the King, that Danpion had carried away by force his Daughter, and with her, the princess Celania, and how that Dokimastus was much wounded in their defence, and many others slain, and how that his just revenge for all these villainous acts, was anticipated by Danpion's flight: But as if these wounding words, Force, and Flight, had forced his Reason to flight, he so unreasonably stormed, as he seemed nothing but an● odd composition of Passion: What (said he) Amphigenia gone? And with that he stamped on the ground with his foot, and made the earth quake with his fury, whilst fury made an Earthquake in him: But then he went on,— Amphigenia! The life of all my Comforts, the stay of all my Hopes, and the very treasury of my Joys; and is she gone? Gone? Nay ravished; ravished? Nay dead, for aught I know. Oh! Deadly word! Dead! and I live, and live to see all this unrevenged? Oh! Tyrant-heaven! Was it not enough to rob me of my Daughter? My only Daughter, but you must plunder me of all means for revenge too? For Revenge, for Justice; if it be not just to rid the world of such a Monster, I know not what is just; and if so, Why did you blindly put the Sword of Justice into my hands? But oh! you Powers! If you will tyrannize, I am your Vicegerent, and am warranted by your example; and with that he commanded his Courtiers speedily to pursue them, and threatened to hang them, if they came back without one, or both.  
But now, to return to Danpion, who had overtaken Amphigenia, by that time the Coach was arrived at Pandion's Castle; so that some of the Soldiers that were upon the Walls, seeing a gallant and beautiful Lady, hunted by a man on Horseback, with a drawn Sword (for Danpion, by reason of the madness of the Horse, had not time to imprison it in the Scabbard, and loath he was to disarm himself, knowing not what future accidents might require its service) they ran presently out of the Gates, and commanded them to yields Danpion not being accustomed to surrender on such easi● terms, began to treat with them in the churlish language of War, and dispute his Title to Liberty; till at last he was confuted by the sharp Sophistry of multiplied Swords: who, after they had argued a while in the school of War, at last prevailed, and led them to Pandions' General; who at the first view of these two excellent and beautiful Personages, was possessed with such extreme wonder, that every beam of their Beauty, was a bright Key, that locked up his senses in the Prison of amazement.  
As for Danpion, though his Habit became not one of his Birth and Greatness, yet he so became his Habit, as he seemed to put a Majesty on Poverty; that whilst his garb presented him as another's servant, all those excellent endowments, that give height of mind in the lowest fortune, attended on him: His Eyes were graced with such a verecundious sternness, as seemed at once to allure and threaten; some terrifying flashes would glance from them, but yet with such a mixture of a well-becoming suavity, as inflamed the heart with a greater admiration of his Beauty: His Countenance (in which appeared no common Air) though something clouded, not with a dejecting, but rather such a tumid grief, as usually attends those great souls, whom no fortunes can discompose, but those that deprive them of the exercise of Virtue; yet thorough those Clouds there shined such Rays of an undaunted Majesty, as might well deserve the highest admiration in those minds that esteem nothing vulgar.  
But as for Amphigenia, she seemed a Person so incomparably excellent, 'tis fitter to leave the Soul ecstasied with the contemplation of her Beauty, than to attmept its Delineation, since no Tongue, nor Pen can portray them, but must be vast debtors to her Perfections. And that that added no small lustre to her Excellencies, was her Magnanimity under this misfortune, choosing rather that her heart should break within, than her sorrow break out; and resolving, that Death should ravish her Soul from her Body, sooner than the saddest accident her Virtue from her Soul; and making it the chiefest point of Virtue, to be commander of her inward Passions, whilst her outward estate was a servant to Fortune: And this present misery, though circumstanced with all the evils that envy could wish for, or herself detest, not only her Person, but her Chastity being at the disposal of one, whom a double Antipathy, both as a man, and an enemy made infinitely hateful; yet by foiling it with her Virtue, she made serve, but as an Ornament to the beauty of her Virtues: So that the Clouds of sadness in her Countenance, made the brighter reflections of the beams of a stately Majesty.  
Whilst Pandion was taken up with the Prospect of such Heavenly Aspects, the Coachman (that had been the Charon that had hurried this sad Princess to such a Hell of misery) comes to him, and humbly craves a minute's conference: He consenting, the Coachman informs him, who that beautiful Subject of his admiration was, and by what, and whose means, and for what end he had conveyed her thither; and as for the other, he presumed he was some Attendant of the Kings, by whose command he pursued them.  
This news was as a Charm to Pandion's Passion, that gently did allay the surges of astonishment, and converted them into a smooth Sea of contentment: For now he doubted not but to procure the Kingdom, since he had gotten the Inheritrix within his Power, by making her to resign up her Right, to ransom her Chastity, or her Farther his Power, to ransom her. And observing in the looks of Danpion, the Ensigns of a brave resolute mind, and fearing lest by his valour he should release the Princess, he gave strict charge to the chief Commander of the Castle, that if within a short space none came to redeem him, he should be put to Death, to satisfy for the blood of those of his men whom he had slain.  
But as he was farther speaking, he was interrupted by a sudden Alarm, given to the Soldiers within by the Watch; who (it seems) had not only seen a Cloud of dust arise, as if some Demogorgon had belched through a porous part of the earth, but they had also espied, especially, when the Wind made a chasm in this dusty Region, the shining of Armour, which like portentous Comets threatened Destructions; or as glistering Stars were the Harbingers of a bloody day to ensue.  
This Martial noise coming to Pandions' ears, as the Prologue of a bloody Scene, by reason of his Authority, did challenge, with Authority from him, a particular Attendance; who loath to make negligence the Author of an irrecoverable Ruin, or his Ruin the mark of an unredeemable neglect, presently runs upon the Castle-walls, where he might espy vast Numbers of shining Swords, which though naked, where sheathed in a terrible brightness, and Armour, inlaid with Sunbeams, and Bucklers, that played at Tennis with the Sun; and many other Objects, that might beget delight in a mind not already pregnant with the terror of approaching danger.  
Pandion already conceiving, that they were Hiarbas' men, come in rescue of the Princess (as indeed they were) thought it none of the worst Policy, to de●a●d their too speedy assault, by sending a Herald with Proposals, and a challenge; which, after consultation with some of the chief Commanders, he did; the purport of whose Message was this: That both for putting a Period to that destructive War, whose terrible effects▪ had hitherto been no other than the sacking of many famous Towns and Cities, the ransacking and plundering of many Lords and Gentlemen, and the general depopulating of the whole Kingdom; That the whole quarrel should be decided by the Persons most and only concerned, (which was the King and himself) in a single Combat; which proffer, in regard of the advantage he had in possessing, not only the greater part of the Realm, but the Realms immediate Heir, he could not but judge just and honourable, upon which grounds he hoped it would be so esteemed and accepted.  
The Herald having his Message given him, clothed in the Apparel of his Office, attended by a Trumpet, and (as Pandion had commanded) carrying a Gauntlet dipped in blood, rides to the Army, where he craves audience of the King; which being granted, he ●●ung down his Gauntlet, and delivered his Challenge.  
The King hearing it, replied, That it was not the custom of Kings to descend to a private Duel with a Subject, much less with a Rebel; but if it was, that his Cause was not so unjust, that he feared success, nor his Soldiers such Cowards, as they feared to fight, nor his Condition so low, as to use desperate means, nor himself so unwise, as to leave his Cause, and Condition, Person, and Army, to the Governance and Arbitration of Fortune and Chance, which is apt ever to favour the rash and foolish: And were his Condition never so low, he would have him know, that Kings in their lowest estate, are highly considerable, and one grain of Majesty will weigh down many light pretences; though may be not in the Balance of popular judgement, yet in theirs who poise the Universe.  
And for his Kingdom and Daughter, though by he did not know what blind fortune he had attained some part of the first, and by a base inferior Combination with Traitors, such as himself, he had ensnared the latter; yet let not (said he) that success heighten his presumption, nor encourage his perseverance, since the one will but add Unpardonableness, and the other an impossibility of recovery to his horrid Rebellion: Therefore (said he) I shall not seek to ransom the one with the other, but if he means to redeem himself, let him resign both to my Protection, and himself to my Mercy. With this answer the Herald returned, and acquainted Pandion, who expected, and indeed desired no other; the end of his Message being only to dally with Time, that paced by faster, than consisted with the welfare of his affairs. But having now all things in a readiness, he marches forth with his men, and as he goes, commands the Captain of the Castle, that speedy execution be done upon Hiarbas' servant, and charges him to be as vigilant of Amphigenia, as he would of his soul, were it in another's keeping. The Captain having thus his Orders given hi●, goes to the Room where Danpion was, intending to release him out of the Prison, but to imprison him in the Grave; but as soon as he seeth him, as if Danpion's beauty had turned him into Marble, he stands still, as if he grew to the ground, and fixes his eye steadfastly upon him, as if he would inoculate his soul into him; at length, like one returned out of a Trance, he knelt down and kisses his hand. Danpion seeing this, at first amazed at his amazement, and now no less astonished at this Compliment, thus spoke to him: Sir (said he) my fortunes require no such condescensions. Sir (said the other) not only the lowest condescensions, but the highest sovereignty is your due by Descent and Desert. Sir (replied Danpion) as I have not so much vanity to think myself worthy of the honour you impose upon me, nor so little gratitude, as not to testify my resentments, though in huge disproportion to your civilities; so neither am I so happy, as not to be able to accuse my thoughts with the surrendry of your Name and Person to Oblivion; which I must needs register in the Catalogue of my misfortunes. Sir (said the other) your Noble thoughts are too much busied in the contemplation of goodness, ever to admit of such diversions, as the remembrance of so mean a Person as myself, who have nothing in me that may merit regard, but that I once served your Highness in the quality of a Foster-father, being that same Celadon the Forester, who once had the care of your Royal Person in your infancy, whilst your tender age, unable for self-protection, exposed you to the malice and tyranny of your Enemy Hiarbas. Danpion hearing this, fell upon his neck, and embraced him, and even wept with joy, the tears trickling down, like rain in Sunshine. After some mutual testimony of great endearments that passed betwixt them, the Forester kneeled down, and asked him pardon for his traitorous adhering to his Enemy; but the reason of it (he said) was partly through fear, being terrified with the loss of all that nature and affection could entitle Precious, upon the least intimation of discovery; and partly for gain, being bribed with liberal gifts, and great honours, above what he knew how to manage, being made Commander of the Castle where Pandion chiefly had his residence; all which he the more freely accepted, because he then dispaired of ever blessing his eyes with the sight of his Highness; supposing he had been torn in pieces with some of that brutish Nation, whom he used for his sport to persecute.  
This said, they fell into discourse about Danpions' condition, whether there was any hopes or means for escape; the Forester having first informed him, how that Hiarbas was come with an Army to redeem his Daughter; then whether it was possible to procure admission to Amphigenia; and whether Pandion intended any injury or dishonour to her; and whether by force or stratagem she might be released: but as they were thus discoursing, some soldiers with a haste too slow for their minds, though too fast for their legs, came stumbling into the room, and called away the Forester their Captain.  
Long had they not been separated, ere Danpion heard a noise that sounded like a rude consort of many ill-agreeing voices, which seemed to keep time to the Martial Music of clashing of swords, and justling of Armour; amongst which he heard from a neighbouring Chamber such shrieks, as seemed to teach the Air in an unperfect manner the perfect language of misery, which by reason of its disordered convoy (the Air being variously divided with a strange confusion of noises) came not to his ears so distinctly as to give him information of the Author, yet by a strange symyathy, it seemed to wound his soul. His mind in travail with multitudes of conceptions, would fain have been eased of its tortures, with the knowledge of Amphigenia's condition, which he endeavoured by a near access to the Chamber, where all those doleful births were generated; but ah! not to a freedom f●om, but an augmentation of his sorrow, for he plainly, too plainly knew it be the voice of Amphigenia. With that, as if every shriek had been a Dart, not from sorrow but from death, not from an ordinary death, but from a soul-torturing death, from a death made deadly with torments, having his senses stupefied, and his reason confounded, not with a sorrow, rather a desperate madness, he ran about exclaiming against Heaven, Hell, Earth, Men, Devils; Heaven for permitting her to be abused, Earth for being the Theatre of such an accursed Tragedy; Men for the Actors, & the Devils for the Inspires. Then he would cry out; Oh! Celadon! why didst thou reserve me for this? these are torments would make an Atlas grown, should a thousand Lion's Den within my breast, they would not tear me like one groan of Amphigenia's. Oh! cursed walls that hinder all my attempts. And cruel Heaven! that denies me the common cure of misery, a way to die, which every slave can command; one dying groan would sum up all my miseries. 'tis true, as a Prince I ought to reserve myself for better fortunes, and not to abandon myself though all the world forsake me; yet as a Lover of Amphigenia, I ought not to hope for joy whilst she remains a Captive to her enemies, and the contrary passion. These and the like words did Danpion utter; and thus did he sacrifice himself to an unexpressible passion, who in all things else showed himself commander of an undaunted mind. But now to leave him, and return to Pandion, who perceiving that Hiarbas was resolute in his purposes, and wise in his resolutions, and strong to execute what his wisdom had resolved upon, thought it more wisdom to Treat with him peaceably, than to refer his cause to the Arbitration of War, whose partial decision he feared, especially considering the unjustness of his cause had made him an Outlaw to Heaven, from whom he could challenge no protection, and therefore he again sends an Envoy with certain Proposals to the King. The sum of which was this, That if the King regarded either his own or his Daughter's safety or honour, he should retreat with his men, otherwise he must not hope for any other entertainment for himself or her, than what a mortal enemy would bestow on the most hateful person. And to let them see that his performance should be of an equal extent with his threatenings, before the messenger could deliver his errand, receive an answer, and return, Pandion had caused a Scaffold to be erected, whereon presently appeared a most excellent Lady, lead between two executioners, whom both by her Garments, and the Majesty that apparelled her deportments, Hiarbas knew to be his Daughter, for there seemed in her (as well as he could perceive at such a distance) the same delicate loveliness, lovely excellency, Majestic sweetness, as were the ingredients of so divine a composition as Amphigenia's Beauty; and if the same perfections, then sure the same person, since none could boast of an equality with her, in whom appeared all the excellencies, not wherewith Nature had, but wherewith she could beautify a body. A lamentable sight it was to see, the Diamond of the World set in an endless Ring of miseries; to see her act her own Tragedy, whose countenance seemed the Theatre of Love and Beauty; to see her to whom all hearts do homage, to bow to an injurious fortune. And that that did extort pity from the cruelest heart, was the manner of her gestures, wherewith she seemed to Antedate her misery, and make misery itself more miserable, at least more lamentable; for her eyes were fixed on Heaven, as if she meant to dart her Soul thither, and prevent her enemy's cruelty; her tongue not profuse of words, her sorrow seeming to feed itself with inward contemplation; yet those few wherein she embodied her thoughts, were guarded with such a captivating force, as would have compelled a Tyrant's heart, to pity her sorrow; but they were no sooner Midwived by her tongue, than swaddled up in Air, and so bequeathed to Heaven, that few ears could boast themselves to be the Nurseries of such Divine offsprings of a Heavenly Soul. Her hands were clasped and folded each in other, and seemed to take their last embracements; her arms not extended at their length, but something bowing, seemed to embrace sorrow, not as an unjust effect of humane malice, but as a just result of a Divine decree.  
In fine, in all her gestures, there was such a Majestic humility, conquering submission, unconquered Piety, solid devotion, as made a lively and beautiful representation, of what a great mind could do, depressed under the lowest fortune. But though the beholders, yea the actors were so acted by pity, as to pour forth their sense of her condition in tears, and (as it were) by a repentance to wash way the crime before Commission, yet at length as if the necessity of Commission had banished away all thoughts of the crime, not the act, when they saw Hiarbas' men, marching in the order and posture they came into the Field▪ differing in nothing but in speedy motion, which too speedily gave them to understand, that their purpose was to redeem Amphigenia by force not by Treaty, they by Pandions' command, presently separate her Head and Soul from her Body. But no sooner did the Air convey this sad and bloody spectacle to the eyes of Hiarbas, but he seemed ●s if rage and sorrow had borrowed his body to make a lively representation of the deadly pang of a thunder 〈◊〉 soul. Flashes flew from his eyes, as if he meant to set the world on fire in revenge of his Daughter; or as if he thought to use no other light, in scorn of the Sun, whom in his thoughts he accused of conspiracy with them. And he commands his men to fall on, and spare none but Pandion, that as he had been superlative in his Treasons, so he might be exemplary in his tortures. The King had no sooner spoke these, or the like words, but the signal was given, not for the battle, but (to the astonishment of Pandion and his whole Army, and of the Sun itself, which then hid his face in a cloud) for the execution of a plot between the General and his Commanders, which was to take their own King prisoner in the head of his Army, and to deliver him up to Pandion; which by reason the combination was so strong, was soon and easily effected without sedition or mutiny.  
Pandion amazed at this sudden turn of the wheel of Fortune, knew not at first how to interpret it, but still stood upon his defence expecting some stratagem. And no less were his whole Army, though now by a strange fate Victorious, conquered with extremity of wonder; astonishment visibly triumphing in every man's countenance, till at length their wonder was converted into joy, by the resignation of Hiarbas into Pandions' possession; who considering it was not a time to indulge himself to any passion, when such strength of reason was required for the wise improvement of such an overture of fortune, thought it the best way now if ever, to fit Hiarbas' Crown for his own head, when melted in a Furnace of misfortune, it seemed apt to receive any form; and therefore causes strong guards to be placed every where, and particularly about himself, and now stronger than ever, his necessity being greater, and his force more, by the addition of Hiarbias' men. This done, he commands the Royal Robes ●o be produced, and in them Hiarbas to be attired, and so attired to go up on the Scaffold, which was by this time covered with purple Velvet, fringed and embroidered with Gold, and there to seat himself in a Throne on purpose prepared, with a Crown on his head, the Sceptre in his hand, and the Sword born before him.  
The King thus forced to act over a Pageant-like show of Majesty, to adorn the triumph of treachery, and to add solemnity to cruelty, sits in the Throne, with a heavy but imperious look, that the Beams of Majesty seemed to unite and centre in his contracted brow, and with a strange kind of force to write a Law, not of pity, but of a reverential adoring a King though distressed.  
And whilst he thus sits, sometimes looking with an austere and scornful eye on Pandion, sometimes darting threats with a dauntless look at his soldiers, Pandion causes Heralds to proclaim;  
First, That he had ignobly usurped the Royal dignity, and detained it by force and fraud, from himself the lawful heir; which words pronounced, an Officer of State, appointed for that purpose, took away the Crown, and set it on Pandions' head.  
Secondly, That he had unjustly usurped the power of administration of Justice, to the general endamagement of the whole Realm, and to the particular injury of the just and lawful Sovereign; which pronounced, they took away the Sword, and caused it to be delivered to Pandion.  
Thirdly, That as he had usurped the supreme power of judicature, so of Government; this proclaimed, they took from him the Sceptre, and gave it Pandion.  
Fourth, That he had usurped the Royal Throne, from the lawful inheritor; this was no sooner with a louder voice than ordinary proclaimed, than the King was compelled to arise out of the Throne.  
Lastly, It was proclaimed, that as he was by universal consent of the whole Kingdom, deposed from all sovereignty, so he must be despoiled of all Ensigns of Majesty, that Pandion might be therewith invested, to whom by an indubitate succession they belonged; upon which words Hiarbas was devested of the purple Robe, and forced to assist in the investiture of Pandion; which done, Pandion sits down in the Throne, and was proclaimed King of Tbessalia, whilst Hiarbas was lead away a prisoner into the Castle, chained in fetters of Gold; who as he went would have spoke to the spectators, who consisted most of soldiers, but he was interrupted by great acclamations of the people, that cried, God save King Pandion.  
Thus was this great Prince, one not undeserving that title and power, had he not used unjust means to entitle him to that power, one whose soul was richly furnished with all those endowments of Fortitude, Justice, Prudence, and Temperance, which are the simples that constitute a true Princely mind, and one who never before was unfortunate, unless in being too great a courter of Fortune; thus (I say) was this so brave, so great a Prince on the sudden thrown from the top of the highest pinnacle of honour and sovereignty, being lead captive at Noon, for the world to behold a clear mirror of Fortune's prodigious levity, and an exact model of the inconstancy of humane felicity.  
Pandion having sat a while in great state, arises out of his Throne, comes down from the Scaffold, and goes into his Castle attended with great numbers of Lords and Commanders, and guarded with soldiers, Hiarbas' General all the while bearing the sword before him; where having paused a while on this sudden, and no less strange, than sudden mutation, the thoughts of all men being at a stand, and not able to fly higher with admiration, to see an imperious sword melted into an imperial Diadem, to see a Crown form into fetters, treachery to generate Royalty, and Royalty to degenerate into misery.  
In fine, to see him who late thundered from a Throne, whose voice was power, and whose looks were Majesty, to be dethroned with the thunder of fortune, plundered of all power, and deplumed of Majesty: They at last fell into consultation, how to establish that power by prudence, they had acquired by policy; great fortunes requiring as great force of mind, to conquer those difficulties that attended them once gotten, as they did force of body to conquer those enemies that opposed their getting. After some time spent in bandying to and fro, the various exigencies of State, the mutinies, seditious uproars and tumults, that are the usual effects of alterations in a Monarchical Government, and the best means to supply the one, and subdue the other, the result of all was this, that being Pandion would be thought to come to the Throne, not as a conqueror, but inheritor; and considering that the manifold exactions and impositions, laid upon the people by Hiarbas to maintain his Army, had provoked them against both himself and them, the sad effect whereof was palpably visible in his deposition and destruction; and that the greatest part of the Kingdom was already in subjection and under the command of his Garrisons, and it was easy to raise a force to subdue that part that should rebel, that therefore his Armies should be disbanded, with promises of plenary satisfaction for their service, which (they said) would be a great engagement to his people to Loyalty, when they saw him esteem their love, as his principal protection.  
And as for the General, that had done such eminent and loyal service, he should be eminently and Royally rewarded, and dismissed with his me● to march at his leisure. And as for a Lifeguard, it was thought rather decent, than convenient▪ not any necessity, but ceremony of State requiring it. Therefore a certain number of choice Warlike Gentlemen were culled out, to guard his Person, whereof Celadon was made Commander.  
These things concluded on, were accordingly executed; the Army being dismissed, with great thanks for their gallant service; the person employed in that office, telling them how highly the King resented their fidelity, and esteemed their valour, and that his rewards should be parallel to his resentment and esteem.  
This done, they further consult about the disposal of Hiarbas' Person; but as they sat in Council, arguing pro and con, some making plain speeches the Keys to their thoughts; others, Pathetical Orations, as windows to their desires, but others attiring both their thoughts and desires in ambiguous Expressions, which like changeable Taffeta might variously reflect their minds; they heard in a Room underneath, such a consort of doleful moans, as expressed the woeful music of a grieved mind. Sometimes they might hear groans form into words, and words transformed into groans, that sorrow seemed to build an Airy Pyramid, under which it entombed all joy; the deep-fetched groans resembling the Basis, as the shrill cries the Spire. Pa●dion hearing that, gave command, that the Authors of those lamentations should be brought before him, to give an account wherefore they temporize with sorrow, when joy was the Genius of those smiling hours. No sooner was the command given forth, than obeyed, the Person being caused to appear, and no sooner appeared, than was known to be Danpion, by many of the Lords that had acquaintance with him, whilst he had acquaintance with a bright prosperity in Hiarbas' Court; but to Pandion only to be that servant of Hiarbas, whom he had sentenced to die; which when he saw not executed, he seemed like one that traveled far from himself, till the consideration that variety of occasions might well divert the mind of Celadon, interrupted the farther progress of his thoughts, and gave him occasion to charge strictly, that execution be speedily performed, threatening with a look so severe as seemed to antedate his threatening, no less than death for the least delay.  
This said, the Prisoner was led away; but as he went, none but might have seen in him, a perfect image of captived courage; his rage, not because he was to die, but that any other than a victorious Lance should force him to die, though imprisoned in his thoughts by resolution, yet flushed forth at his eyes; his countenance all the while representing the undaunted constancy wherewith he armed his mind, now he was to run the gauntlet with an invincible Enemy, yet at the same time attiring his looks in such a graceful Majesty, as if this was but his marriage-day with Death▪ having consideration rather to what might become his own Princely greatness, than the sordidness of his pale Spouse.  
But just as he was going out of the door, on the sudden a voice bolted forth these words, A Crown becomes not a Peasant's head.  
Pandion hearing that, cried out, What Treason's that? But scarce had the cadence of his voice put a period to his speech, but a fearful spectacle soon answered his fearful Interrogation, and deprived him of his fear, by presenting the evil he feared; for presently there issued out from under the Hangings, men clad in Armour, with naked Swords, who seized on Pandion in the midst of all his Pomp, whilst he was dictating Laws with his Looks, and commanding observance with his Brow, and hale him out of his Throne, disarray him of his Robes, rob him of that golden Jail that imprisoned his head, and plunder him of all his splendour: So soon can a tempest of misery wash away a new gilded Fortune: Thus every Jewel of a Prince's Diadem is a Star of most malignant influence to Usurpers.  
Scarce this was done, before Danpion was called back with speed; and no sooner turned, than received by Hiarbas' General, with all humility upon his knees; whom Danpion strictly observing, he knew to be his friend Athalus: With that he caused him to arise, and with great joy embraced him, telling him, that now he had found him to be a composition of sincere friendship, and that his soul was a mere extract of goodness, and many other expressions, whereby he testified his great resentments: After which, Athalus●shered ●shered him in among the Lords, to whom he made an eloquent Oration, in which he declared, how that this Person, whom they saw ready to be sacrificed to the revenge of a Traitor, was the true Pandion, rightful Heir to Agis; which he confirmed by many Arguments, but chiefly by Celadon's acknowledgement then present, a chief Actor in this late turn; and that the other, that had hitherto deluded them, was but an Impostor, being a Peasant's son, his father at present living in B●o●●●, and that his name was Eumaeus; which was also confirmed by the free and unextorted confession of Lumaeus, or the counterfeit Pandion.  
These things thus strangely brought about, Royal Apparel was presently brought for Pandion, who now commands Hiarbas' speedy releasement, and that he should be brought to him; which done, he makes himself known to him, returning him infinite thanks for all received favours, telling him what a high-summed debt he had contracted from his Royal goodness.  
After which, he began to clear himself of that inexcusable incivility, Bascanius' malice and treachery had reproached him withal, confessing what flames Amphigenia had enkindled in his heart, which neither life nor death— but as he was farther speaking, the thoughts of Amphigenia divorced his mind from every thing but Revenge, that he presently commands that Eumaeus, and all that had any hand in her death, should undergo the severest punishment the Law in its strictest interpretation could inflict.  
Eumaeus hearing this, fell down on his knees, and asked pardon, but was not at all regarded, till he confessed that the Lady that was executed, was not Amphigenia, but another in her Apparel, whom (he said) he put to death, for endeavouring to betray him, and in that manner to terrify Hiarbas.  
Every man astonished at the hearing of this, no less than if the Gods had come down from Heaven, to act wonders on Earth: but especially Pandion and Hiarbas, whose affection had increased their admiration, even to a transport: but recollecting themselves, they commanded she should be brought to them, that they might bless their eyes with sight of the most beautiful Lady, that ever made her Sex adored; which to their unexpressable joy, wa● soon performed.  
Amphigenia appearing in a mean habit, but so, as her beauty seemed to put a Majesty on meanness: whom no sooner Hiarbas beheld, but he ran and embraced her with something more fondness of affection than became a wise Father, and more condescension, than was fit for a King in such a presence to declare.  
And as for Pandion, the excess of joy at the first sight almost took away the act of seeing, and pillaged his memory of those highflown expressions that the raptures of love had created in his fancy; but in an humble manner begged pardon for whatsoever of his, that in the strictest sense might be interpreted rudeness, which (he said) proceeded from an irresistible impulse of affection: And further he craved of her, that since it was not her pleasure, so much as to inparadize his Form in her thoughts, (for her eyes were something cast aside upon the wall, showing a lofty kind of humility) but to make an inanimate creature the object of his envy, that yet she would permit his lips, as Pilgrims from his heart, to sacrifice the pure Oblations of his Love upon her hand, that pure shrine of pureness, and there to inscribe its Image, that when the beauties of her hand, might challenge a glance from her eyes, that glance might challenge remembrance from her thoughts, of the humblest of her servants, and the most passionately devoted to her Princely Virtues.  
Having said this, he adventured to take her hand, and steal the riches of a Kiss, from that soft and delicate Treasury; which she permitted, with a countenance that showed rather how she hated her captivity, than loved her Captive.  
These salutations being past, Amphigenia was conducted to some Ladies, that hearing of all these Accidents, were come to congratulate their Princess' safety, and to wait upon her home to the Palace.  
After which Pandion accompanied by Hiarbas, attended by all the Lords and Gentlemen, guarded by Athalus' Army (having left Celadon Commander in chief of the Castle) presently followed; where having steeped some time in an Ocean of delights, and bribed it with the choicest of Pleasures, to mend its pace, Pandion was crowned in the chief City of Thessalia, with all the joy and contentment, pomp and gallantry, as might either beget Loyalty to Sovereignty, or Reverence to Majesty; both which, that the people might express, they sent up such volleys of acclamations to the Clouds, as if they meant to storm Heaven, and plunder it of its choicest glories, wherewith to crown their King.  
After which, Hiarbas would have departed to his own Kingdom of Caonia, together with his Daughter Amphigenia, there to have spent the small remainder of his days: But Pandion would by no means permit it, telling him, that the whole Kingdom should be as much at his command, as ever, only reserving the Superiority to himself, acquainting him also, what Impositions of affection his Daughter's worth had laid upon him; for which reasons Hiarbas consented to take up his abode in Pandion's Court, chiefly persuaded thereunto, by the hopes of having such an incomparable Prince for his Son in Law, by whose happy conjunction with his Daughter in marriage, the Sovereignty of Thessalia might run in his Reins, which was ever the highest aim of his ambition.  
Having thus led my Hero through all difficulties, into the Throne, and laid him in the lap of Fortune, it may be expected, that to complete his happiness, I should have placed him in the Arms of his beloved Amphigenia.  
But they that know the tedious intricacy, and perplexing (but yet fiddling) difficulty there is in getting the love of a Coy Mistress, will I hope excuse me, if I give my Pen a quietus est, after so long a Pilgrimage. I esteem Ambition a more tolerable, and Masculine distraction than Love: And therefore I had rather place my Hero in the more noble embraces of Fortune, than in the soft Effeminate Arms of a Lady; about which, I have not impertinent thoughts enough to spend.  
Possibly I may be also thought too hardhearted, in leaving my other Lovers succourless in their miseries, and not leading them out of their Labyrinths, by the Thread of my discourse: But the vulgar Rule of Roma●ces may salve all, That the Knight must kill the Giant, and get the Lady.  
And those that are not pleased with this Conclusion, let them throw away as many idle hours as I have done, and they may complete that Story, which hath now quite jaded and dulled my Pen.  
Finis coronat Opus.