THE poormans' COMFORT.  
A tragicomedy, As it was divers times Acted at the cockpit in Drury lane with great applause.  
Written by ROBERT DAUBORNE Master of Arts.  
LONDON: Printed for Rob: Pollard at Ben-jonsons' head behind the Exchange; and John sweating at the Angel in Popes-head Alley. 1655.   


The Persons of the Play.  
FErdinand King of Thessaly.  
Sigismond his son.  
Oswell the rebel.  


Senators.  
Vincentio  
Silenus  
Leonardo  
Glistar.    
Lucius', a Noble man of Thessaly, fled into Arcadia,( when the King was overthrown) and disguized under the name of Lisander, husband of Urania.  


Courtiers.  
Jaspero  
Littigo    
Gisbert, the poor man, a shepherd.  
Cosmo, a rich shepherd.  
Surdo his Son, the Clown.  
Lisippus, an honest shepherd.  
Alexis, his son.  
Catzo the fool, the Prince his man.  
Adelizia, daughter to the King of Sicily.  
Urania, the fair shepherdess, daughter to Gisbert, after servant to Flavia, disguised under the name of Castadora.  
Mrs Gullman, a bawd.  
Flavia, her daughter, a Whore.  
The Scene Thessaly.    

The Prologue.  
IF in this present thriving age,  
A poor man may become the Stage;  
Or if abused Charity  
And honest minded poverty  
May please, or if bad men ingrate,  
And strumpets foul adulterate,  
So whipped and punished for their crimes,  
At once may like and teach the times:  
We have our ●ymes, so to your sight:  
The poor man offers up his mite.  Per E. M.  

The poormans' COMFORT.  

ACT. I.  Enter Lucius and Urania. Luc. 
STay fair Urania, thou whose only beauty  
Would make a desert rich, and force Kings leave  
Their purple thrones, to come and gaze at thee.  
Lisander craves thee stay, he that does dote on thee,  
More than the female on her new fallen kid.  Vra. 
You should be still a flatterer by your tongue.  Luc. 
By all my hopes I swear, return my love  
But that fair grace it merits, and on my faith  
A trial, beyond which the covetous thought  
Of man ne'er went, I'll undergo;  
And in the Achievement lose myself ere thee.  Vra. 
You overvalue me, were I possessed  
Of so high passions, what you term love;  
Alexis equal suit should sooner move  
Than you, whose birth is all unknown to me.  Luc. 
Ungentle maid, let not thy cruelty  
Force me despair, he that so oft has song  
And won the prize for dance and roundelays;  
He that has vowed his chaste thoughts to thy shrine,  
Given thee the tender firstlings of his flocks;  
Who amongst the fairest Lasses of the plains,  
Chose thee his prize, when at the public games,  
He crowned thee with the wreath, which for his merit  
In songs and active sports he did inherit,  
From the deserving swains; Do not forget  
My seven years' service, which to attain thee yet,  
Would seem but as one summer's day.  Vra. 
You are too forward.  Luc. 
True love does charge, and that fault lay on me;  
Oh did thy yielding heart feel but the fires!  Vra. 
Alas! I feel too much, in modesty forbear  
Thy violent suit, which breeds suspect; true love being ever mute,  
When lust finds means to speak.  Luc. 
Command thou cruel maid this heart to break,  
Which only words give life to.  Vra. 
Nay then I fly thee, or else I shall not know—  Luc. 
How to deny me! Oh! speak that word once more.  Vra. 
Will you enforce my love?  Luc. 
Rather than live, stay but and hear my vow.  Enter Gisbert. Gisb. 
Whom ha we here?  
Lysander and my daughter got so near.  
Where two such chaste breasts meet, I need not fear.  
Some earnest suit belike, were it her love,  
He merits it; she cannot but approve  
His worth and person fit for a State,  
Then the employment of so low a fate.  Vra. 
Oh do not wrong me so!  Luc. 
I do appeal to you, who well do know  
The loyal service: These seven winters past  
Have stood impartial witness, if I have gained  
lest happiness in aught, but might express  
My constant labour; Have I in excess  
My Master's store consumed, or robbed his flocks  
To serve a private riot? have I not born the shock  
Of sharpest storms, to drive my weary herd  
To place of shelter? did the Sun behold  
The d●wie plains before me? or the day's heat,  
Force me unto the shade? did the robbed Females bleat  
For loss of tender young, whilst sleep possessed  
My slothful eye, by ravenous wolves oppressed  
Or time-observing fox? If to make known  
A grateful mind, I have so well begun;  
Oh! think how happy by enjoying thee,  
The period of my lingering pains would be.  Gisb. 
Thou speakest most true.  
These tears that speak my love do witness it.  Vra. 
You well have told how much we do forget  
Your labours Sir. For my part I confess  
You merit much, nor am I pitiless.  
Speak to my Father, he esteems you high,  
I am only his, if he shall not deny  
That equal suit, I know not what should want.  
( Beshrew my tongue, how ready 'tis to grant)  
You might in time prevail; Sir only so.  Gisb. 
No word so hard in a maid's mouth as No.  Luc▪ 
Oh! let me stay thee yet to crown this hour  
With styles of happiness, and by it place  
In memory this curse, if ever I embrace  
Another love, if ever I forget  
The pity shown me in distress; then let  
My fate run backward, let no good attend  
My present being other then in the end  
To make my misery greater, may I obtain  
Contempt from thence, where most I do affect.  Gisb. 
Thou art to blame to make such deep protests,  
I'll be thy gage unto my daughter, say Urania  
Wilt take my word, believe it girl he loves thee;  
If he prove false, lay all the blame on me.  Luc. 
You oppress me Sir with this high courtesy.  
Is't not sufficient that you gave relief  
Unto my fainting life, when torn with grief?  
My sad fate forced me hither, which dispossessed  
True virtue of his crown, and low depressed  
The Kingly Ferdinand, making sad way  
To the usurping Tyrant, who now sits  
High in the Sicilian blood: Is't not enough  
Your pity gave me being, but to add more  
Unto my feeble merit? my heart you had before:  
And beyond that I have not, which with the acknowledgement  
Of love and duty shall be the annual rent,  
I'll make just payment of.  Gisb. 
I credit thee so well, that what is mine,  
My flocks, lodge, and Urania, all is thine.  
This day I will possess thee of them, and retire  
My weary thoughts from covetous desire  
Of this uncertain good, and only spend  
My hours in thanks and payers, that ere my end,  
So great a good befell me; I tell thee son,  
I only be thy beadsman, and return  
On thee and thine as payment for my board, unnumbered blessings.  Luc. 
Alas Sir! you afford  
Deeds beyond words, which makes me find myself  
A bankrupt ere set up; such interest your love exacts.  Enter Cosmo, Licippus, Surdo, Alexis. Gisb. 
I am sufficient blessed enjoying such a son; and so in happy time Cosmo and Licippus; they shall be witnesses unto the contract, and my performance.  Cosm. 
Yonder he is boy, and thou canst put on a good fate, she's thine own boy; let me alone to work her father.  Surd. 
I had rather you would work the Daughter; I shall turn tail assoon as ever I come at her.  Cosm. 
Such a bashful fool was I in my infancy; the boy will spoil all, canst not tell what to say to her?  Surd. 
I think I had best begin soundly with her, tell her I am in good health, I thank her, and so kiss her.  Cosm. 
Whoreson ass! thou must kiss her first.  Surd. 
What afore I am in good health? that will show scurvily; pray let me alone, these old men, though they be never so weak, will be doing in the marriage business still.  Licip. 
Take courage boy, my tongue shall plead thy smart,  
Love were no god, should he not crown desert,  
And just affection. The happiness of the day,  
Befall to Gisbert and his lovely daughter.  Gisb. 
The like to good Licippus, your company is rare Sir;  
You're welcome both.  Licip. 
I have a suit to you concerns me near.  Gisb. 
Your are happy then, for you are like to speed.  Licip. 
Your daughter saying so, I were indeed.  
Behold the miserablest youth that ever Love  
Made captive yet, whose sight alone would move  
The hungry lioness to leave her pray,  
And turn compassionate● if pity ere bore sway  
Within a female breast, now let it speak  
And cure the wound, made by those beauteous eyes  
Which pierced his tender heart: in you it lies  
To make me fatherless or happy.  Gisb. 
I would it did, thy griefs were at an end then.  Cosm. 
This strikes me dead.  
Know Gisbert that the same desire moves him,  
Has brought me hither, your land adjoins to mine:  
For which much suit has past, make but my son  
Your daughter's husband, both our stairs are one,  
And my death gives him all.  Surd. 
He's half rotten already Sir, besides the chincough, the usurer's disease the gout, and the heartburning, the physicians have given him over long since, because his feeling's gone.  Licip. 
I have no Lands to give, my flocks are all;  
Which were they more, are his: think of his love.  Cosm. 
My wealth will last, when his vain passion's spent.  
'Tis only riches gives the true content.  Gisb. 
Contend no further: to cut off tedious hopes,  
Know you this day I have assured my daughter  
Unto Lisander.  Cosm. Licip. 
Your servant?  Alex. 
Unequal Heaven!  Surd. 
Unequal Hell, I say, this answer has brought me low enough I'm sure.  Vra. 
Content thyself Alexis, this is the wise mans cure,  
That any thing which Fate will he can endure.  Alex. 
Nay I must bared, and though Fate cross my will  
To enjoy thy person, yet I love thee still.  Surd. 
Her husband will not thank you for that, all that I can promise is this, though I cannot dance where I would, I'll shake my heels at your wedding.  Gisb. 
You shall be liberally welcome, next morrow is the day, in the mean time I'll pass o'er my lands.  Whisper Lucius▪ Cosm. 
Which should be mine, had I my wishes, farewell, come boy.  Gisb. 
Nay we'll entreat you stay a while, come let's in,  
From this day to expect my happiness I'll begin.  Ex. Alex. 
And I my sorrows.  Exeunt. Enter Oswell. Alarm▪ [ Within] A Ferdinand, a Ferdinand. Osw. 
A clap of thunder stay the clamorous throats of this rude multitude, these virginal jacks, that skip and make a noise as each hand moves them.  Enter 2. Lords, Sands, Ellis. 1. Lord. 
Oh fly and save your life my Lord, the day is lost!  2. L. 
Our treacherous troop● making with Ferdinand, turn head against your force, to whom the Lords joining themselves, once more proclaim him King, and give free oath for their fidelity.  
Be ruled and fly, the Forests near will stop their pursuit.  Osw. 
Some dismal planet strike you ever mute.  
You will not second me?  Ambo. 
'Twere bootless.  Osw. 
I won't curse you; but may you die like peasants, slaves, and cowards: and since there is no remedy▪ but I must survive, Fortune in spite of thee, Since not, mongst men, a King o'er beasts I'll be.  Exe. Enter Ferdinand, Vnicentio, with a Crown. Lords. A Flourish. Ferd. 
Take hence that Crown, it was not sovereignty,  
But to release you from the Tyranny  
Of my usurping nephew, made me leave  
My long retired life, and throw my fate  
Into the doubtful scale of war, which to make good;  
Know that by solemn oath I have tied myself,  
Never to gird these Temples with a Crown.  Ors. 
Forbid it heaven!  Ferd. 
Let this express your loves, you will not move me  
Beyond my vow; yet that we may not leave you joyless,  
We have a son, what want is in his youth,  
Your best experient wisdoms will supply.  
Make him your King: besides his right in us,  
I have procured the heir of Sicily our adjoining friend,  
To be his wife. But why with such sad brows  
And silent gestures do you take our wishes?  Vinc. 
Alas my Lord! your Son—  Ferd. 
What makes this sad Apostrophe?  
My heart misgives me, if my son be dead,  
Our hopes and joys with him are buried.  
Speak, doth he live?  Vinc. 
He lives, But—  Ferd. 
But what?  Vinc. 
Alas! he's not himself.  
Whether his grief, deprived of all his friends,  
Driven to obscurity, and forced to live  
Beneath condition of a subject, borne a Prince;  
Or some just fate, for our ingrate offence,  
To rob us of so rich a hope as he did promise,  
In his fair lineaments, is all unknown,  
Whilst he that should be ours is not his own;  
O'ercome with strange distraction.  Ferd. 
Distraction is the soul of woe,  
Poor boy! could not thy father undergo,  
The weight of misery without thy help?  
Oh let me see him yet, and if his heart  
Give the least life unto his faculties  
Of sense and knowledge, with Arguments and prayers  
I will recall his soul, that overpressed  
With melancholy blood, is barred her active use;  
Like fire suppressed for want of heat and flame,  
Turns to a choking vapour; it may be, our presence  
May give his flame free vent, and make more light▪  
That gross and earthy load.  Vinc. 
I wish it might.  
Fortune did never envy nature more,  
Then in so rich a Cabinet to look so poor,  
And undervalved spirit. See where he comes.  
Your violent passion much may wrong him Sir.  Enter Sigismond and Catzo. Ferd. 
Unhappy Ferdinand! beyond this cross,  
Thou well might'st dare thy fate.  Sigis. 
Not a step lower, I am in hell already.  Catz. 
If you move him any further he'll turn Devil, claw you horribly, he'll give you his recognizance, the paw, nails and all.  Sigis. 
More weight on this side, I shall overturn else;  
Dost thou not see how heavy he hangs here?  Catz. 
Thou art a crooked piece, here's more weight.  Sigis. 
One hundreth pound more and I go right.  Catz. 
Half the money would make many a Lord in Thessaly go wrong, are you well now?  Sigis. 
I am reasonable well.  Catz. 
And you are reasonable well, that were well indeed.  
I have a mad hand with you I am sure.  Ferd. 
I want a language to express my grief.  
Poor Sigismond I could dissolve in tears,  
To make a passage to thy penned up soul.  
If thou hast any sense look mildly on me.  
Why dost thou all in fear and terror gaze  
Upon thy father thus?  Sigis. 
Help, help, help.  Catz. 
Here, here, what's the matter?  Sigis. 
Has he not eat my bowels out already?  Catz. 
Who do you mean Sir?  Sigis. 
Yonder Hyena.  Catz. 
Yonder he●?  Sigis. 
Dost thou not see his tears?  
See how cunningly he would seise me in his paw.  
See how he follows me, shoot, shoot I say.  Catz. 
My powder's damp, it will not off.  Ferd. 
Some God or good man help.  Sigis. 
He comes, he comes, he comes, fly, fly, fly.  Ferd. 
Can none prescribe me comfort?  Vinc. 
May be some music would allay his passions.  Catz. 
Please him with music, you may as well catch a hare with a Taber, the very tuning of the fiddles would make him stark mad.  Ferd. 
Art thou acquainted with his humours then?  Catz. 
Who I Sir? I have almost lost mine own wits in his service. Humours call you them? I'll tell you Sir, sometimes he will be dumb two hours together, and then must I be speechless as long; then do we two sit making of faces one at another, like a brace of baboons, or a picture-drawer at his counterfeit; anon he will start up, and make way with his hands, for fear you should run a tilt against his nose, which as he is persuaded, hangs two fathom in his light at least: If any looks on him he takes it in snuff, and rails at him like a coppersmith; then must I turn physician, and make him believe I pare away two stones at least in collops.  Ferd. 
Didst ever hear him speak of his parentage;  
Talk of his Father?  Catz. 
Oh Sir! It's a Tragedy if he name his Father once, 'tis no boot for me to stay by it.  Ferd. 
I prithee why?  Catz. 
He says they took his crown from him, and banished him, and then he false upon me in his father's right, and so mals me that I am not able to lift up mine hand to mine own crown. I have lost much blood in your quarrel Sir.  Ferd. 
Poor boy! it was our loss deprived thy sense  
Of her best residence; and me eternally  
Of joy and comfort. Here friend we will reward thee better,  
If thou wilt follow him still.  Catz. 
Should he run out of his wits never so far, here be they would drive me after him, 'tis for these the whole world runs mad nowadays.  Exe. Ferd. 
I prithee leave him not, till we by art,  
And good men's prayers find out some means to cure him.  
Yet that we may not seem all buried  
In our own particular grief, and to 〈◊〉  
Commons good ingrateful, know we confirm  
Your ancient privilege of Senators;  
Who may determine the affairs of State.  
Next be it proclaimed that whosoever stand  
Banished in our cause, shall be restored to honour,  
And endued with our best love.  Vinc. 
What death shall we inflict upon these traitors ta'en in the field upon the tyrant's part?  Ferd. 
Release them freely.  
This is the difference 'twixt bad Kings and good,  
The one through peace doth prosper, th' other with blood.  
Proclaim our general pardon; Kings oft do grant  
That happiness to others, which themselves do want.  
Let each brow put on joy, we'll only mourn,  
Our good is yours, our grief shall be our own.  Flourish. Ex. Enter Urania as a Bride, Gisbert, Lucius, Cosmo, Licippus, Alexis, Surdo. Gisb. 
Be this the saddest day you ere may know.  Dance. 
If ever Hymen tied a happy knot,  
Or that a parent's blessing e'er procured  
A good from Heaven, this day a father's prayers  
Be powerful in your joys.  Luc. 
Our love and duty shall deserve your wishes.  Gisb. 
We cannot doubt it; each man unto his ●eat.  
The neighbouring shepherds to express their love  
Born to my daughter, and to grace the day  
With harmless sports, are making to our lodge,  Dance. 
These notes proclaim them—  Music and a Dance, which ended 
What news Venalcas?  Enter Menalcas. Menal. 
A poa●● from Court scouring along the plains,  
Enquired thy lodge, and hearing that my service  
Belonged to you, charged me on my allegiance  
Deliver this Proclamation, that with instant, speed  
It might be published.  Gisb. 
My blood turns cold, I pray heaven all be well!  Luc. 
Did he exchange no other words with thee?  Menal. 
His haste denied much talk, only in brief  
He told me, that King Ferdinand by the side  
Of the Sicilian Prince was reinthroned,  
The Tyrant fled, and those that erst bewailed  
Their exile fortunes are again restored.  Gisb. 
This Proclamation speaks it, which doth by name give note to Lord Vincentio, late Senator of State, Francisco Ipinolo 〈◊〉.  Luc. 
Not my name mentioned?  Gisb. 
Lord Lutius.  Luc. 
The same; I thought he had forgotten me.  Gisb. 
With all other Lords, Knights or Gentlemen, that have willingly for our love, or forcibly been constrained to suffer banishment, be forth with restored with double interest, for all their losses as well in goods as rents, to be received at our Exchequer upon demand thereof made. Most worthy Prince!  Luc. 
His gratitude best speaks him.  Gisb. 
And this Proclamation doth confirm it, which craves my haste neighbours, you must along with me, all fears are past.  
This doubles our present joys, but time doth call,  
A tyrant's death makes a true festiv●ll.  Ex. Luc. 
This news transport me, Ferdinand restored:  
Which calls me home, and adds unto my name  
The honour of my Ancestors. Heaven cannot give  
A good equal to this; but I forget myself,  
This is my wedding day: my wife the daughter  
To a poor shepherd— Disgrace unto mine Honour,  
And perpetual shame to my posterity!  Vra. 
This news hath much distempered him, tell me love, What means this sudden pale that doth possess thine eyes with fear? this happy day invites all mirth and triumph, you have not now a thought that can give colour unto disconte●t.  Luc▪ 
Forbear, you are troublesome, your words trouble me.  Vra. 
How, trouble you? you speak not like a lover.  Luc. 
I would I did not, prithee Urania leave me.  Vra. 
Some old renewed grief possesseth him—  
What ere it be, let me bear equal part,  
It is my due and duty. I have a heart  
Beyond my sex to endure calamity.  Luc. 
You will offend.  Vra. 
Rather my soul than thee.  Luc. 
Away then, get you in.  Vra. 
To death shouldst thou command.  
Grief pressed heart, this day thy tears back keep,  
Thou'lt find hereafter time enough to weep.  Luc. 
She's virtuous and fair, why should I leave her then?  
Her birth is low, that's Fortunes fault, not hers.  
Besides, she is my wife, I have married her,  
And shall I leave her now? there is a thing  
Called Conscience would pursue me. Dull and abject thought!  
You fit Lisander a poor shepherd's s●●l,  
Not Lucio son unto a Senator.  
I cannot stoop so low, no I'll abjure her sight,  
Sell both my lodge, and 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 me  
As is my breeding. Suppose old Gisbert curse,  
His daughter rail, talk of ingratitude,  
They beat the air, great men are above their crimes,  
Who has a thriving soul must change with times.  
But for a chapman let me see, 〈◊〉,  
His hate to Gisbert will embrace the bargain.  Enter Cosmo, Surdo. Surd. 
Father I must leave you and return to the bridehouse again.  Cosm. 
Is there more to be done yet?  Surd. 
It would be ill for the Bride else, I must lend a hand to untruss her husband, he is a great Lubber, he must to hose go down there, and see where he walks to keep himself in breath for the attempt.  Luc. 
Cosmo the man my thoughts direct me to; I word with you.  Surd. 
Now will he ask him some 〈◊〉 question, or an other, As how to get such a ●hopping boy as I am, bless the example, or being now to set up, what course is best to maintain a standing table? for his wife comes of a free stock, and will keep open house.  Cosm. 
You make but trial of me Sir?  Luc. 
By all my hopes they are thine, give me the crowns and here is the Deed.  Cosm. 
Beyond my expectation. 300 Crowns; there they be Sir.  Luc. 
The Flock and Lodge are thine, take instantly possession.  Cosm. 
Do you not crave this night's forbearance?  Luc. 
Not an hour Sir; necessity will make them ply their work, not follow me.  Cos. 
I am ravished with the thought on't, my imaginations lost me.  
Gisbert's Lands are mine, there's nought so sweet,  
As when revenge and thrifty profit meet.  Ex. Surd. 
The old knave commits sin with himself; the Flock and Lodge gone already. I think he means to keep open house in earnest.  Luc. 
This peasant's service may much pleasure me.  
Canst thou be secret Surdo?  Surd. 
As a court Midwife, no Ba●d like me.  Luc. 
Then know, I am a Lord  Surd. 
And that may be indeed, for he's sold all.  Luc. 
Take but thy fortunes with me, and I'll raise thee.  
Say, wot along with me?  Surd. 
Will you swear by your honour you are a Lord?  Luc. 
My Father was no less, a Senator.  
And by the Edict of the restored King  
That honours mine, thou shalt be next about me.  Surd. 
Your Tailor will prevent me of that, I had rather come next behind you, for great men cast their sins behind them, and some bribes must needs fall to my share. Are there any wenches where you go?  Luc. 
Selected beauties, such as Art and Nature contend to make perfect.  Surd. 
Art and Nature they commonly go together indeed; well I well leave my fortunes at home, and run after my destiny abroad. If you prove a Lord, like a fool I may the better follow you. If you gull me like a knave, you shall follow yourself, I have been brought up long enough at home, to find the way back again, that's the best on't.  Luc. 
Never doubt it man, Arcadia farewell:  
Who parts from a loathed bed is freed from hell.  Exeunt. Enter Cosmo, Gisbert, Urania, Licippus, Alexis. Gisb. 
Turned from my home, deprived of all my goods,  
My flocks, my hopes! thou art not honest Cosmo—  Licip. 
Give them but respite to provide themselves.  Cosm. 
Not a minute.  Gisb. 
Let me but speak with him I am content, he shall sell all.  Cosm. 
You may go seek him, you have little else to spend your time about, we were too mean to match with your fair daughter— Your wealthy heir you have advanced her now—  Alex. 
You are too bitter Cosmo, too pitylesse,  
'tis baseness self to trample on distress.  Cosm. 
You may relieve them Sir, they used you well,  
Were very pitiful to you, 'twill argue love;  
And that goes naked too; give me their hates,  
So I go warm and clad.  Gisb. 
Hard hearted creature!  Cosm. 
Beggar slave, pack hence from my door,  
I'll set my dogs upon thee else, my ●ounds, I keep them for  
No other use, if long you stay  
I'll give you music to your nuptial day.  Ex. Licip. 
Unmanly wretch!  Alex. 
Inhuman monster!  Vra. 
My heart I think would break,  
Did not mine eyes in stead of words thus speak.  Gisb. 
Ingrate Lisander! Happy wert thou that curedst  
The wounded lion, thou Roman Captive;  
He did acknowledge thee in thy distress,  
And saved thy life, yet was he reasonless,  
Had not the faculties of soul to apply  
The good of pity to him— My poor Urania,  
Unhappy child! 'tis her grief wounds me more,  
Than any sorrow my spent age can know.  Vra. 
Alas! I am young Sir, able to undergo  
The worst of misery, 'tis not my loss,  
But your tears make me weep, pray try me Sir;  
Do not you mourn, and see with what heart I'll bear  
Your woes and mine, I'll not so much as weep:  
Unless by chance I hear Lisander named,  
And then for your sake not mine own I'll blame  
His much unkindness. I'll say you used him better,  
That shall be all my plaint, Sir credit me—  Gisb. 
Poor girl! How well thou mockest calamity?  Alex. 
Never did grief look with a lovelier face.  
I could even court it now, and hold the 〈◊〉,  
Man is not happy but in misery.  
Thou all of virtue, though my fate deny  
The blessed enjoying thee, make me thus proud  
To give thy wants relief, our homely Cottage,  
My Flocks and Lambs are thine.  Licip. 
Both his and mine,  
Shall pay the duty; by my best hopes I swear,  
Or may my younglings pine, my 〈…〉 bear.  Gisb. 
We give you credit.  Alex. 
●●cept them fair on●●  Vra. 
I am more wounded with this courtesy,  
Then all Lysander's malice.  Gisb. 
Thou shall accept their boons Urania, as for me,  
I have an other part, to play a tragedy;  
Where Justice shall rip up the heart of Cosmo,  
And lay his treachery open. I'll to the Court,  
If until my return you will support  
My hapless daughter's state.  Ambo. 
Make it not questionable.  Gisb. 
Nay do not weep, here's my hand, I'll not stay long from thee.  Vra. 
You must not seek me here then: No Lisander  
Where e'er thou art, I will or find thee out,  
Or lose myself, thy sight at least I'll have:  
Since not thy wife, may I but live thy slave.  Licip. 
we'll bring you on your way Sir.  Gisb. 
Your loves oppress me: Come my daughter, yet  
We may ere death in joy each other meet.  Vra. 
Too vain a hope.  
Unhappy Father! I'll do thee thus much right,  
Thou shalt not double sorrow by my sight.  Exeunt.  

ACT. II.  Thunder. Enter Adelezia. Adelez. 
Where am I wretched Adelezia?  
What soil contains thee? You airy powers,  
What further ill remains behind me?  
That amongst so many dear and worthy lives,  
As has paid tribute to this fatal night,  
Mine only stands exempt? had it not been better,  
The Seas vast womb had given me burial,  
Then the unhallowed bulks of savage Beasts?  
And now long-wished for day, what dost thou bring,  
But eyes to view my sorrow? Should I hap  
To meet some passengers, 'twere to exchange  
My honour with my fear, and so renew my sorrow,  
Woe-curing sleep, who is only pitiful,  
Would shut these casements up, which do admit  
But sight of grief, then gentle Morpheus  
I will obey thy arrest, thy leaden mace  
Doth lie upon me, down poor ill starred maid,  
Thy birth did promise better: but I see  
Want best discovers idol majesty.  Enter Sigismond, Catzo. Sigis. 
Ho! illo, illo, illo.  Catz. 
The game's not up yet Sir. I think some gelder had a hand in the getting of him, he understands no language but the born.  Sigis. 
I'll hunt no more then.  Cat. 
You'll hunt a 〈◊〉 then, and that will tame you, when all is done. If a poor man had had this disease it had been whipped out him; but great men may be fools or madmen, and they must be humoured forsooth. Will you go home again? Now he's as speechless, as an unfeed attorney, not a word for the world. But how now? what creature's this? it should be a woman, for she lies as her mother taught her, she has the common fault of her sex, she sleeps so soundly that a man may do what he will with her. So ho! how the fool gapes, he'll ride her anon, What not— more yet? What an excellent thing a woman were and she had no tongue? Hillo, illo. They say women must be roughly handled, she turns up the white of the eye, she should be either a punk or a Puritan by that.  Adelez. 
Alas! I am betrayed: as you are men,  
I do conjure you.  Catz. 
Law poor soul! I thought she wanted man's help.  Adelez. 
As you are virtuous, be compassionate  
Of a distressed maid, Fair Sir to you,  
My suit's to you, your eye speaks pity.  Sigis. 
A fire burns within me.  Catz. 
What a treacherous wol●'s this? I cannot blame him, 'tis a pretty wench; if I could talk wisely, I might perchance exchange a precious stone with her.  Adelez. 
Not one poor word of comfort? tell me gentle friend, where am I!  Catz. 
You're in a wood yet, but for one of your precious jewels, and some light courtesy besides I'll help you out.  Adelez. 
If wealth will buy my freedom, you cannot ask  
Beyond my payment; below you hanging rock  
The bodies lie of many shipwrecked Gentlemen;  
Yield them but burial, they'll pay thee liberal hire.  Catz. 
And if they be drowned, I may take my payment otherwise.  
I would be loath to take a gallants word now adays.  
Are you sure they are dead?  Adelez. 
I am too sad a witness to't.  Catz. 
Below yonder, I shall break my neck with haste to be their Executor. 'twas told me, hanging or drowning would be my destiny; I'll put myself in fashion and be with you presently.  Sigis. 
She is some goddess sure!  Adel. 
What moves this stay? his looks congeal my blood.  
Why dost thou kneel? why wring thy hands and weep?  
Thou dost not know my griefs that they should move compassion in thee?  Sigis. 
Rare, more yet! speak more.  Adel. 
Here's sure distraction, Oh! if thou be'st a man,  
Art capable of passion, grief, and fear;  
Leave thy amazed looks, and tell the cause  
Moves this strange action.  Sigis. 
Art thou a woman?  Adel. 
Yes, a miserable woman.  Sigis. 
Let me embrace thee then,  
Thou happy anchor of my better being.  Adel. 
Defend me heaven!  Sigis. 
Why dost thou flee me, to whom thy charmed breath  
Hath given a second soul, thy language hath exhaled  
All clouds whose foggy mists did captivate  
My freer sense. I am thy creature, fair,  
Deprived of thee, I lose that vital air  
In which I only breathe, I must, I will enjoy thee.  
I know thou madest me not, now to destroy me.  Adel. 
Keep thy unchaste hands off, thou barbarous creature.  
Were they thy unchaste thoughts, that moved thy lust  
To speechless ecstasy? You powers above more just,  
Preserve my Virgin flame, from the pollution  
Of this insensuall creature. Keep off I say.  Sigis. 
I would, should all the Devils in hell say nay.  
Let me but draw in thy delicious breath:  
But touch those lips of thine.  Adel. 
— Rather to death  
Would I give up my life. If there be a power  
That guards distressed chastity, Oh! hear me.  Sigis. 
Didst thou but know my thoughts, thou wouldst not fear me.  
Upon my knees I do conjure thee stay.  Adel. 
To my escape some better power make way,  
See he pursues me, some god or good man aid me.  Ex. Sigis. 
If not my words, let sighs and tears persuade thee.  Ex. Enter Alexis. Alex. 
Thy search is vain Alexis, unkind Urania,  
Thy presence was too great a good for me,  
Long to enjoy, nor will I ere return;  
But like a banished man ever inhabit  
These solitary woods, deprived of thee,  
I'll fly all others, as thy love doth me.  Adel. 
Help, help, help.  Within Alex. 
What echo beats mine ears? is there no place  
But sorrow finds a passage to it?  Adel. Help, help. Alex. 
It is a woman's voice, speak once again,  ( Enter Adellizia Sigismond. 
And gain thy freedom, whosoe'er thou art.  Adell. 
Here, here, save a poor maid's honour.  Sigis. 
Thou wrong'st my just thought much;  
I seek for love.  Alex. 
Rather thy beastfull lust, for which  
Receive this punishment, foul monster lie thou there.  Adell. 
Oh save his life! I do conjure you Sir.  Alex. 
Thou art too pitiful, rise beauteous maid,  
Remove all thoughts of fear, let me persuade;  
I have been virtuous, thou unfortunate.  Adell. 
This thy humanity o'erwhelms my joy,  
And quite confounds the power of my mind.  Alex. 
The bliss of thine own thoughts is my reward:  
I am happy yet to guard so fair a dame.  Catz. 
Soho! illo, illo, illo.  Within. Alex. 
But hark! the following noise of some pursuers;  
It may be they are known by thee.  Adell. 
'tis not in use for grief to have companions,  
My woe knows no partakers.  Alex. 
I'll be thy partner then:  
Wilt thou give credit to my loyal breast?  Adell. 
As unto heaven; true virtue knows no lust.  Alex. 
Follow me then, though mean may be thy fare,  
Content and safety, may give thee ample share.  Exeunt. Sigis. 
It was a thunderbold, you have the odds of me, you are above me, sure I had mauled you else: but where is Europa? see where she swims away upon a bull's back; my kingdom for a boat, for a muscle boat; lay more sails on; the envious wind! blow, whirl into a mountain, I'll after her; sowze, I come I come.  Ex. Enter Madam Gulman, Urania disguised. Gulm. 
Your breeding I perceive hath been in the country then?  Vra. 
It has been plain and honest.  Gulm. 
It makes no matter, now thou art a Gentlewoman, my daughter's a Gentlewoman, and though I say it, as good a servants Mistress as any in all Thessaelie, you shall do no worse than she doth herself, nay she shall spare it out of her won belly, rather than thou shall want it. Can you handle your needle?  Vra. 
True stitch, or so.  Gulm. 
You will be past that shortly, your Mistress will set you a new example, and though I say it, she has laid her hand to as many good pieces, as most Ladies in the kingdom; at this instant she is about a piece of work for the Lord that is with her, she'll make him a pair of hangers ere she has done.  Vra. 
Beshrew her fingers: what might you call his name?  Gilm. 
His name is Lucius, this day he is to be made a Senator; has been seven years in the wars amongst the Turks, and killed Jove knows how many, and now he swears bloodily he loves none but my daughter.  Vra. 
A bloody oath indeed, my heart doth make it good,  
His cruelty will cost mine and an old man & blood.  Gulm. 
We do you sigh so? are you in love?  Vra. 
I have small cause forsooth.  Gulm. 
It's an unprofitable disease indeed, it gives that to one would serve many, and those that are men of fashion too. You shall have gallant upon gallant here, none of your thirteen pence halspenny jacks; if you have grace you may rise, for the worst here comes a horse back.  Vra. 
Has my Mistress more suitors than this Lucius here?  Gulm. 
We had weak doings else. Good shopkeepers have wares of all sorts, some for show, and some for fashion; and yet to speak truth, he doth well for both, his countenance keeps the painted staff in awe, and saves us many a fair bribe; besides my daughter makes him come off at her pleasure, and yet it is not one wind can keep her Mill a going: one of these days she'll turn him off to thee; if thou please her well, thou mayest have him in reversion.  Vra. 
I should have, Had I my right, but 'tis too great a happiness for me so much unworthy; Lisander a poor shepherd was my husband, and would he had been so still; forgive me Lucius, 'tis my love that wrongs thee, and here he comes;  
And had I but mine own,  
Those happy arms might 'bout my waste be thrown.  Enter Lucius and Flovi●. Luc. 
I know no reason for't, and yet my heart  
Seems to proclaim some sadness, I would  
This day were o'er.  Flav. 
I could be more merry now; and yet I have had a heavy night on't too.  Vra. 
Would I had eased you of your burden.  Flav. 
How melancholy you are Sir? I believe you have an other Love, hey ho! the very thought of it.  Luc. 
I prithee do not wrong my faith so much; by my hopes, till I beheld thy face, I knew not what love was, by this I did not.  Vra. 
Thou art perjured then, and yet thy vow's nothing,  
'tis a false book thou tak'st thine oath on.  Gulm. 
'tis early morning Sir, walk one turn more in the back side, stirring will get you a stomach. Do you begin to weep already? we shall have a day on't then; no sooner is your back turned, but here is fie upon sigh, her heart goes in her pulses, and beats pit-a-pat pat, pit-a-pat pat, till the tears trickle down again, never was young Gentlewoman so overborne with affection, heaven give her good on't, if you should leave her in the suds now—  Luc. 
Time shall be false to truth first: come I shall be angry with you, come prithee smile upon me Love.  Vra. 
I could shed tears, might they be so tain off.  Enter Surdo. Surd. 
Soho! Mris. Gullman I have been knocking below till my heart●ake; Where is my Lord?  Luc. 
Your business Sir.  Surd. 
My business, nay that's done Sir, the senate has stayed for you any time this half hour.  Flav. 
Thou wrong'st me friend to rob me of my Love.  
Sweet Lucius thou shalt not part from me.  Luc. 
My honour doth enforce me to it, by this diamond I will not stay a minute longer than necessity constrains me.  Gulm. 
This Gentleman protests most nakedly, upon such an oath I'll believe any man.  Surd. 
By this French crown, I'll be with that new gentlewoman,  
Will you believe me now?  Gulm. 
I'll talk with you upon the premises.  Surd. 
This is the arrantest ba●d in Christendom, my Master like a Gull lies tiring upon a Ringtail, whilst I am at variety of fresh tame soul: 'tis the bravest life; since I turned Courier I do nothing but drink, whore and sleep. Will you be going Sir?  Flav. 
You shall hear her sing first, in troth you shall.  Luc. 
Have you a good voice Castadora?  Vra. 
A sad voice Sir.  Flav. 
I'll ha' you sing a merry song, I am a maid and I cannot mend it.  Vra. 
I have no variety, I can sing but one song.  Luc. 
Let's have that, What's the subject?  Vra. 
'tis of a hapless shepherdess forsaken by her false Lover.  Luc. 
'tis too sad, I do not like it.  Vra. 
I would you did not, I might sing merrily then.  Surd. 
This wench has been with a Conjurer I hold my life.  
She knows all my Lord's knavery.  Luc. 
This day is ominous I fear, farewell, till night we part;  
No hell but in an absent lover's heart.  Ex. Vra. 
That proves thy cruelty,  
That sufferest mine so long in hell to be.  Gulm. 
Cannot you persuade him?  Surd. 
He's troubled with the great man's ill, cannot endure to hear of his faults, you'll remember me, I have left a familiar token with you— The French thing you wot on.  Ex. Gulm. 
Be confident; is he gone?  Flav. 
Hang him Gull! I am as weary of him as of a fever: but see here come Jaspero my dearest Lover.  Vra. 
Monster of women!  Enter Jaspero. Ias. 
I cannot stay with you beauty, I only come to give you the maidenhead of my new clothes, you are for the show.  Flav. 
The new upstart Lord would ha' provided me a standing, but I took an order with him before he went.  Gulm. 
We can ha' standings there without his providing, I ha' been put in ere now in the lobby, when my betters have stood bare before me, and have had many a sweet bit out of the poastry, and out of the pantry too; they are as kind men—  Iasp. 
I believe Madam, you are welcome.  
Fair, what Gentlewoman's this?  Gulm. 
A poor Virgin wants help, heaven send it her.  Iasp. 
When shall's come to the breaking up of this Giblet pie?  
When will thy love be out of the way?  Flav. 
Hang him Hornpipe, a small mist puts out his eyes.  
When you will.  Gulm. 
Though he should see, what cannot we persuade?  
Man was asleep, when woman's brain was made.  Ex. Vra. 
Immodest straine● of womanhood! Did ever  
Poor creatures fall upon so hard fortune?  
What misery can belong to her, hath seen  
Her aged Father turned to beggary,  
Laden with contempt, his silver hairs pressed down  
With the same weight? Life I am weary of thee,  
I'll flatter thee no longer, my Lucius hand  
Shall force thee from me; if he deny this good  
By violent hand, to shed my hated blood,  
A word of his shall do't; I'll only hear him speak  
Once more, denied, I know my heart will break.  Ex. Enter Gisbert. Gisb. 
This is the Court sure, whose eminence proclaims  
Fair Justice seat is here, who sits on high,  
That no man suspect partiality.  
Here in rich purple clad, her followers go  
Each man for his desert, and not for show.  
The oppressed poor man's advocate, whose unfeed tongues  
Turn willing Orators, retort the wrongs  
Upon the oppressors head. Cosmo shall find  
The bribing sorcerers picture Justice blind;  
She has eyes to see his cruelty, he shall perceive  
Poor men have friends though they be far off.  
He leave a precedent behind for't, and see where some of them appear:  Enter Jaspero, Licurgo. 
I must not yet give interruption to them, their brains are  
Troubled about business of state, the kingdom's good,  
Whilst other sleep secure, these spend their blood,  
Out watch the tedious night, only to gain  
Titles of honour, hardly worth the pain.  Iasp. 
I shall never sleep till I find out for which of his good parts this Lucius was made a Senator.  Licur. 
Thou art in the high way to madness then; which of his good parts! dost, make a Gentleman Usher of him?  Iasp. 
I have examined myself, and my glass tells me, I have as simple a chin, speak as few languages, can wear perfumed boots, and beggar my tailor, keep a whore, be lousy; be as impudent, jeer at that I understaud not, make antic faces, and lie as damnably, all as forward—  Licur. 
Backward in the way of preferment. I'll tell thee, it may be he broke his shin, and having a good Surgeon kept not his chamber above three days, and so his valour raised him, or took a box on the ear, swore he would put it up, and so his patience raised him: some unknown virtue or other did it.  Iasp. 
Nay that's certain, but we neglect the show.  Gisb. 
Their serious talk is ended. Most honoured Sir,  
I have a suit to you.  Iasp. 
Let me have the preferring, I am your first man.  Licur. 
By this hand I'll share with thee, speak it old man.  Gisb. 
Did not I tell you, here are true statesmen,  
How they contend in virtue? even ambitious  
To do poor men good? This paper speaks my right.  Licur. 
Canst read Jaspero? a monopoly, transportation or concealment.  Gisb. 
'tis a particular grief Sir.  Jasp. 
Of some particular Corporation.  Gisb. 
That lies as heavy on the bearers shoulders.  Licur. 
Some suit from porters hall, belike not worth begging.  Jasp. 
Beggary itself, the petition of Gisbert and his daughter dispossessed of a cottage, two roods of land, and a sheep-walk by the lewd practice of— Dost take us for Justices Clerks?  Gisb. 
The friends of Justice Sir.  Jasp. 
So are they, their Mistress could not share with them else, take your humble complaining and pack hence, the Porter will give you a make to be known by, and know men of our rank a little better else.  Gisb. 
My cause is just, and I poor, pray will you read my Petition.  Jasp. 
We had rather thy cause were wrong, and thou rich.  
Do we look as though we lived by relieving the poor?  
You whoreson Gull, you shepherd!  Licur. 
How the slave smells of tar and hog's grease!  Ex. Gisb. 
These are not virtuous sure, I am mistaken;  
Justice has not her being here, and yet  
I had directions hither, I'll make a farther trial.  Enter Catz● gallant. Catz. 
Pray Jove the sight be not past yet, this suit will bear me out, I am in fashion from the beaver downward, I would be loath to have the repulse.  Gisb. 
Most worthy Sir.  Catz. 
I know none of that name. If the Gent. Usher might but see my roses, it would prick him forward to my admittance.  Gisb. 
How's this? a word with you, do you know where might find Justice?  Catx. 
Justice! what's that? a man or a woman?  Gisb. 
The poor man's friend Sir, she that never yet did take or give tribute.  Catz. 
What dost thou look for her so near the potter's lodge?  
Honest friend be ruled by me, return the way thou camest.  
Here's no place for such fellows.  Gisb. 
Oh hear my reply Sir!  Catz. 
Should I be but seen to con●er with a fellow of his rank, it were enough to call my wit in question, and that were simple, very simple in sooth.  Ex. Gisb. 
Monstrous! all man is lost in't, what an ass have I been?  
Who all this while have thought that which should make  
Up perfect man had been within him: how ignorant  
Were our fathers, that spent so many tedious hours  
In Art, that by so many precious acts did strive to  
Attain those types of honour and regard,  
Which now a tailor and ten yards of silk,  
Will throw upon a man— I can but pity them, silly, weak  
Men they clad in russet grey!  
By deeds sought titles, these have a nearer way,  
To what? to hell; Damnation follow them.  
Happy Nuseus now I well perceive,  
Thou by experience notes sage not in vain  
Foretell till the change of times, when to the plain  
From these tempestuous hills thou didst retire.  
I have forgot how oft thou wouldst bemoan  
Astrea's flight to heaven; that Justice gone,  
Extortion took her ●eat, attended on  
By Pride and Ignorance. Oh I could curse!  
Dissolve to tears, yet laugh too, for this sight  
Affordeth both. Who is't would not smile  
To see an idiot proud? as garnished po●●●, whose house  
Is but a ●ink, 〈◊〉 rottenlesse within:  
This silly ass, what good within himself  
Can make him proud? his silks are none of his,  
He only bears them as a camel treasure.  
Should the poor worm take from him what is hers,  
How naked were he? nay how pitiful; Oh! 'twould distract  
A temperate virtue to behold his piebald jaws  
Sit on the eagles' perch; these ai●ie bubbles,  
Out sides, waering more wealth beneath their knees,  
Then would relieve the want of twenty worthye●  
Yet distressed souls. Here comes another of them,  
Has, if mine eyes deceive me not—  Enter Lucio, Surdo. Luc. 
Now Surdo, are all things fit?  Surd. 
They are all ready Sir, your men I mean. Marry how fit, you may imagine, considering most of them wear borrowed clothes, there was never Senator I think had half so many Attendants.  Luc. 
Why prithee, thy reason?  Surd. 
There's never a man of yours but has a follower or two of his own, for fear they should run away with their borrowed goods, you shall have them at a beck, they are watched for ●tealing.  Gisb. 
'tis he, my son Lisander, heart thou art oppressed with joy, I could even blame my unadvised thoughts, that ere were moved with loss of my estate, which with his merit has thus advanced him; I, he has too much virtue in him to want preferment long.  Surd. 
My honoured Lord, the Senate doth attend you.  Enter one. Luc. 
I'll instantly attend them: hart! Gisbert this way!  Gis. 
Stay worthy Son, mine eyes are drowned in joy,  
Lisander stay, old Gisbert speaks to thee.  Luc. 
To me! thou art mistaken, give the poor man an alms.  Surd. 
Have you any single money about you? give me six pence, here's a groat, we that carry the purse must profit by it.  Gisb. 
Is not your name Lisander? this Surdo? did not you marry Urania my daughter?  Surd. 
How? he marry your daughter? marry fough.  Luc. 
I wonder such are suffered to approach so near the Court;  
Command the officers to void him.  Gisb. 
Oh inhuman wretch! I will pursue the Villain.  Luc. 
Nay, than you'll be too troublesome.  Surd. 
Foot! have you no more wit then to think a Lord will acknowledge you for his father? were you my father, it should be upon good terms ere I would take acquaintance on you.  Gisb. 
Leave me your faculties of reason, virtue thou art a beggar,  
I will hate thy company.  
There's none but fools and knaves that happy be.  
Canst thou deny thy name? didst not thou come  
From the Arcadian plains?  Surd. 
What an ass is this? we came from a bawdy house, stay but a little, I'll show thee the way thither, we'll be very jovial, I command all the under whores; thou shalt go upon the ticket with her.  Gisb. 
Insufferable! man cannot bear it.  Surd. 
It will try your back, that's certain; marry than you shall have your Eringo roots, Crabs guts, Doves pizles, sryed Clary, and lamb's stones that shall—  Girb. 
Thou wilt provoke me slave.  Surd. 
Oh! beyond all measure; what is it makes threescore venture upon a girl of sixteen? stay but a little till the Senate rise, and thou shalt to't old lad; make it not strange, if it be a fin, 'tis of a good standing, ever since Adam. I'll be for thee presently.  Ex. Gisb. 
Dissolve thou seat of life, that dost not yield one good that's  
Worthy life, so many deaths each hour pursue us.  
Thou dastard earth, why dost thou on thy aged shoulders bear  
More sorrows yet, when as one groan would end thy misery,  
And ours? what ill canst thou expect  
Beyond this age of fin? wouldst thou behold more bribery?  
Dost think thou canst sustain more?  
More sighs of wronged innocents', whose tears  
Have eaten into thy bowels? Dost thou desire  
To bring forth more ingrateful monsters yet;  
Whose sighs have turned all charity to flint?  
Hast thou no place of refuge left? ye●, the Senate,  
They will relieve thee Gisbert, these are men  
Bred of superfluous humour, the sound blood  
Lies at the heart, thy wrongs once understood  
By those impartial Judges, thy woes are cured;  
They are the kingdom's props, by whom secured  
The harmless Lamb lies by the ravenous wolf,  
And smiles to se● him grin. Oh! pardon me  
You honourable men that sway this monarchy,  
As the first Mover doth the general globe,  
In equal motion: I will recant mine error,  
And to posterity speak your partless dooms,  
For their base minds are swayed by bribes and blood.  
The world shall know great men are just and good.  Ex.  

ACT. III.  Enter Officers with robes fitting a Senator, Lucius between Leonardo and Silleus, the rest attendant, two Officers. 1. Offic. 
Bea● back, room for the Senate, bear back, you are too forward. I do not speak to you Sir, make room for the Gentleman in the embroidered doublet.  Enter Catzo. Catz. 
My hose are suitable to it, I assure you Sir.  Gisb. 
I beseech you Sir, my entrance much concerns me.  1. Offic. 
What's that to me? Dost think I stand here for nothing?  Gisb. 
You must pardon my ignorance, here's all I have—  1. Off. 
Nay▪ then you will in Sir.  Enter Gisbert. Gisb. 
I swear he stands not there for nothing, the heaven of justice must needs be seated there, here is such hard entrance.  Enter Lucius, Leonardo, Vincentio, Silleus, Glisco. 2 Offic. 
What means this rude companion? stand back.  Gisb. 
This Officer must have somewhat too, but I have never an Asper left, I shall never be able to purchase an other entrance, if I do not speak.  2. Off. 
This fellow dotes.  Gisb. 
Not of thy company. Justice grave sirs, let me have justice.  Luc. 
Death! Gisbert here!  Gisb. 
If ever you'll deserve the prayers of good men, or have  
Your names preserved to happy memory.  
When souls corrupted rot, give a free ear  
To mine inhuman wrongs.  2. Off. 
Fellow, stand back.  Vinc. 
Officer forbear, speak freely aged man.  Luc. 
Some Planet strike him dead, this fellow's mad,  
Talks of a daughter lost, has had some hindrance by her;  
And being crossed, will rail at any man he meets.  Gisb. 
Most shameless impudence!  Leon. 
He's far gone indeed, 'twere fit he had some physic given him, or carried to the house of the Insani.  Silleus. 
His age doth make him past recovery. Poor man! who brought him hither?  Gisb. 
How's this? do they take me for a mad man?  Vinc. 
I see no sign of such distemperance. Speak aged father,  
Who has done thee wrong?  Gisb. 
That Monster Lisander, that ingrateful wretch.  Sil. 
Ha, ha, ha, alas good old man!  Vin. 
Lisander! thy passion blinds thee sure, ●ere's none of that name.  Gisb. 
Is not your name Lisander? did not you marry my daughter?  Luc. 
I told you as much before, a place more private, or less free of air, would fit him better.  Leon. 
See how his eyes turn, how fearfully he gazes on us; It is a deep lunacy.  Glisco. 
As I am a statesman, I pity him.  Gisb. 
It may be I am mad, have lost my senses, I must confess I have not been mine own man this 20. days.  Glis●. 
It seems no less.  Gisb. 
Yet let me tell you Sir, were you Lisander, as you look very like him, I could unfold a tale, that had you hearts of flint—  Vinc. 
His words methinks speak no distraction:  
Say aged Father, if thy griefs be curable,  
Thou shalt find comfort.  Gisb. 
Nay it makes no matter, I shall but trouble you. I find my sorrows have o'ercome me, and or●turn'd my brain,  
And I'd be very loath—  Luc. 
To trouble us: Poor man go home; thou but disturbest thy soul with the renewing of some ancient grief.  Gisb. 
Look on me once again, and tell me if I be mad, have lost the faculties of a reasonable man, as sight or hearing.  Glisc. 
Lost all as I am truly virtuous.  Vinc. 
You wrong your judgement.  Gisb. 
I'll be tried by you Sir, you which do seem to have some spark of man left, I'll trust your eyes, compassion speaks in them, Am I myself a knowing creature able to di●●inguish?  Vinc. 
Thou art, discourage not thyself, how ever grief  
Transports thee, thou art as free from Lunacy as myself.  Luc. 
Vexation!  Gisb. 
Then he that fits in purple there's a villain.  Luc. 
Now by mine honour I'll pluck thy tongue out.  Vinc. 
This violence proves some guilt.  Gisb. 
Nay let him come, has only left me life,  
And that I am weary of, hear let him take it.  
The groaning earth, the silent air shall speak  
In thundering Accents my inhuman wrongs.  Vinc. 
Leave circumstance, name the particulars.  Gisb. 
I must give larger vent first, they have too long possessed  
This narrow seat● Know honoured Sir his name,  
I cannot name him, once did bear Lisander's name,  
But that( as all his deeds) may well be counterfeit.  
Some ten years since, laden with grief and sorrow,  
Made to my lodge, though poor, yet happye● far  
Then those whose terrets much more lofty are.  
It was that day made fatal by the loss  
Of virtuous Ferdinand.  Luc. 
Some Planet strike him dead.  Gisb. 
His eyes and silent gesture spoke his griefs,  
No tedious way was made to his relief.  
It was sufficient, that his wants were known,  
True charity makes others wants their own.  
I gave him safe respose, no gold prevailed,  
Though much was offer'd● to have his life betrayed.  
Unto my daughters love; poor maid! pardon my tears!  
She did deserve—  Luc. 
You wrong your worthy ears,  
To hear a mad man thus.  Vinc. 
You wrong yourself,  
By all my Ancestors I do suspect—  Luc. 
Your wisdom, do you not?  Vinc. 
Rather thy honesty.  Glise. 
You are too forward Vincentio.  Vinc. 
What, in relieving misery? would you had no greater crimes.  
Father proceed.  Gisb. 
Nay I was almost at an end, beyond that ill  
Fortune cannot extend a curse;  
I mean the saddest nuptial betwixt  
My child and him, with whom he had all,  
And more he could not have. To express him in a word,  
No sooner happy sat our King restored,  
But he ingrateful not only left his too  
Too miserable wife, but to express  
The hateful soul of base ingratitude.  
Sold both our house and flocks, not did he 〈◊〉  
To expose those limbs to hateful beggeris,  
That fed and clothed his naked 〈◊〉.  Vinc. 
A tale as sad as true.  Luc. 
Peace howling peasant▪  
My merit's known to stand above deprave  
Of such a Bedlam tongue. For you that please to sit,  
And hear my honour scandalised, know●ime  
May turn his glass, and give me cause to smile  
And laugh as much at you.  Ex. Gisb. 
Do you then fear him?  
If Justice selfbe awed, no marvel then,  
If strange oppression prey on weaker men.  Leon. 
You are too violent old man, a while give way.  Gisb. 
Most willingly.  Vinc. 
To such foul crimes we may allow no favour.  Glise. 
You do forget, he's high in birth and place.  Vinc. 
His highness will add so much more honour  
Unto the justice of the punishment.  Leon. 
Who strikes a Lion must be sure strike home,  
Lest aiming at his life, he lose his own.  
Such game I like not: old man come near;  
May I advise thee, thou shouldst leave thy suit.  Gisb. 
First I will leave my life.  Leon. 
Nay, since you are so peremptory, know,  
Thy accusation's idle, thou bringest no proof.  Gisb. 
No proof!  Leon. 
His worth is known, thy age and poverty  
Do move thy tongue beyond a certainty.  
Howsoever his desert, for so mean a fact,  
Does plead sufficient pardon, were the act  
More capital; men of your ranks  
Must put up injuries and render thanks.  Ex. Gisb. 
Good, very good!  Sil. 
He tells you true, it may be our own case,  
Shall we upon complaint of men so base,  
Be questioned? no, Cedars are Cedars still;  
The valley must not dare to climb the ●ill.  
Poor men must suffer, rich do what they will.  Ex. Gisb. 
Better and better!  Glis●. 
I admire their judgements that with mine just 〈◊〉;  
And I with the●, as men blessed in one fate:  
Should I dissent from them, I were not wise in State.  Ex. Gisb. 
Best of all!  Vinc. 
Poor man I pity thee! but cannot help:  
Thou hadst best go home, thy sorrows make thee sad,  
The good that I can do thee, is this, the world is bad.  Ex. Gisb. 
Have you now said? I hope you'll give me leave,  
At least to answer you. Ha! all gone, 'tis not possible.  
Not possible? This is the Senate house,  
The poor man's audience chamber, it cannot be.  
Thou shalt have justice sure, see with what silence  
They attend thy griefs: He that erst put thee back  
How quietly he stands to give thee passage.  
He lies that says this judgement seats not free,  
And open unto justice, yes Gisbert thou shalt have justice.  
Most worthy Senators, this paper speaks my grief,  
An old man's grief, an old man's crying griefs.  
See with what greedy eyes they read it? tush!  
Gisbert, thou shall have right man, Equity  
Itself sits here, This place admits no favour,  
Bribe nor fear.  He ascends the State. As Leon.] 
What's here? Gisbert craves justice against a Peer, a Senator, the man's distracted sure.  As Sil.] 
Far gone indeed, see how his eyes do turn,  
How fearfully he gazes on us, poor man!  
Come hither, alas it were more fit,  
Thou wert in Bedlam there to learn more wit.  As Glis●.] 
As I am just, I pity him, lead him hence,  
A shepherd sue a Lord! Poor innocent,  
What mak'st with us? thou art out of the way sure, we  
Si● here about affairs more profitable.  As Vine.] 
But not more just, now by my blood you wrong  
The man, 'tis not distemperance but grief that moves  
His tongue, his cause is just, and he shall find—  As Leon.] 
Your weakness; shall he not? do you forget he's low  
And base, his adversary great, old man be ruled by me  
And leave us, yet if thou needs wilt stay know this.  
Thy accusations were they ne'er so true,  
We must respect his eminence, not you.  
Poor men are born to wrongs, low are their ranks,  
The more they are trod upon, the more they must give thanks.  As Sil.] 
He tells you true, it may be our own case, should one  
Great thief condemn an other? it were base.  
Let them steal on: Cedars, are Cedars still,  
Poor men must suffer, rich do what they will.  As Glisc.] 
I admire thy wisdom, that with mine just aimed;  
And I with them, as men blessed in one fate; should I  
Dissent from them, I were not wise in State.  As Vinc.] 
Poor man! I pity thee, but cannot help,  
Thou hadst best go home, or stay here and run mad;  
The good that I can do thee, is this, the world is bad.  
You empty pated Judges, painted Idols  
Whose souls are purpler than the robes you wear.  
Whose ear's more deaf unto the poor man's cries,  
Then hell's to pity. I will go home,  
And every step my soul shall utter a curse;  
Which meeting with the repercussive earth  
Shall beat you marble vault and wake the Gods;  
Who with a leaden hand hold justice back,  
From falling on the impious heads of men.  
And when mine fails Urania's tongue shall help,  
Lysander's name will make her eloquent  
In exclamations; the day thus spent  
With jealousy we'll watch the wanton night,  
No sooner shall a star dart forth his light  
Through her Eben vail, but from our eyes  
A dauney vapour like a mist shall rise,  
To choke his fires, and fright the partial watch.  
The day we'll spend in curses, the night we'll weep  
Till tears glue down our eyes, to mock sad sleep.  Ex. Enter Gisbert again. Enter Ferdinand, Licurgo, Vincentio, &c. Ferd. 
Move us no more, having seen the fort and taken  
Order for those soldiers, we'll choose a wife for Lucius,  
To equal him in birth, and place him as our Lieutenant  
O●er them, till this be done we'll take no sleep.  
How now, from whence these letters?  Horn within. Enter Post. Post. 
From Sicily.  Ferd. 
How fares your King Valerio?  Post. 
In perfect health.  
These Letters crave perusal withal speed.  Ferd. 
Our leisure serves us none till soon Vincentio  
We'll defer the reading of them; and with the morning Sun  
Let our Secretary dispatch him with an answer.  Post. 
I do beseech your Majesty.  Ferd 
Be not so importunate, forbear till morn.  Ex. Post. 
'tis news I fear, though late, will come too soon.  Enter Sigismond, Catzo. Catz. 
What a mad Gentleman's this? whither will he lead me?  Sigis. 
I take you are a magician can blind men's eyes with apparitions, and turn yourself into divers strange shapes and proportions.  Catz. 
Who told him of my purpose trow?  Sigis. 
I will put you to your purgations Sir, I will have you show me a sort of Virgins about the age of 20. honest.  Catz. 
'tis impossible, Art cannot find them out I assure you.  Sigis 
I will have them poor too: then thou shalt find me 20. honest Lawyers that are rich.  Catz. 
They are not in nature neither.  Sigis. 
And they shall marry with those Virgins, and so we may chance to have an honest breed of them, I am a good commonwealth's man, I will have it so, do not defer it, art not a conjurer?  Catz. 
A poor Scholar Sir, and that's next door to beggary:  
They are cousin germanes.  Sigis. 
I am mistaken, thou art a Philosopher, pick me a salad for my dinner, and by that time I'll be with you in Philosophy.  Catz. 
Pick you a salad! I had as live pick rushes. I cannot tell how to pick a salad, not I. Who comes here? another mad man? hel's broke lose sure, I were best to run away.  Enter Gisbert. Gisb. 
'tis done in dismal characters, how black it looks!  
Especially towards the latter end, where they did  
Make away my daughter, now let me see what shape  
Would fit me best.  Catz. 
An ass' shape if your Advocate hath left you worth your ears.  Gisb. 
Rare! I have't, into a night ravens, it will smite with my Revenge, for when the evening grows late, these prying Statesmen sit in their closets plotting some innocents' fall, which to their net may bring a golden draught: my wings shall beat their casements open, and with horrid clamours and  
Croaks affright their guilty souls, Oh! 'twill be rare,  
To see those made others make themselves despair.  Sigis. 
d'ye hear Sir? before we enter into disputation,  
I'll put a case of State upon you, I know you are a Politician.  Gisb. 
A word with you Sir, Is this a Senator?  Sigis. 
Dost make a doubt on't? is he not clothed in purpls, shalt hear him give his charge. Grave father take your seat●  Catz. 
This world will not last long sure, Learning is so suddenly advanced.  Sigis. 
Now Sir? have you any business with this Learned man?  Gisb. 
Special business! Does not your Lordship know Gisbert?  Catz. 
That name is known to me.  Gisb. 
And his daughters too, is't not?  Catz. 
He had a daughter.  Gisb. 
But thou hast murdered her.  Plucks him down. Sigis. 
Oh! save the physician, learning's overthrown else.  Catz. 
Hold Sir, hold, I am no Senator, I am a foolosopher.  Gisb. 
A Philosopher, then rise Aristark ass.  Catz. 
You have made a stark ass of me I am sure.  Gisb. 
Are you a Philosopher too?  Sigis. 
Keep off I shall break in pieces else, I am made all of glass; Canst thou not see quite thorough me?  Gisb. 
I took him for a Senator, a man of State, those we call great ones.  Catz. 
You have made a little one of me, I might have kept me out of your claws like a coxcomb as I was, if I had known you would ha played horse play with me.  Sigis. 
But since you are a Philosopher, I'll put you to your books.  Catz. 
Not I Sir, I was put to that afore: and since it will not save me, I'll be hanged ere I trust to't any more: There's a Gentleman of your own humours, he'll dispute like a Puritan, without all sense or reason.  Gisb. 
Then this Learned man, shall be Moderator, nay sit down, if you prove not a Philosopher, I'll make an ass of you presently.  Sigis. 
I would be loath to crack, the least touch makes a ●law in me.  Gisb. 
Thus I oppose you Philosopher, If justice be corpu● 〈◊〉, a simple body, as Philosophy defines it, how comes it that she desires composition, and deals not simply according to her nature, without a working element be joy●'d with her?  Cat. 
This Question's able to put ten Constables and 〈◊〉 bills to silence, yet I'll answer you Sir. ●ustice is a simple body, now Sir, the more simple the body is, the better clothing it requires; and great reason, for the most part she wears loose garments, and now being to cut her coat out of a broad cloth, she had not need of slender comings in Sir.  Sigis. 
But Justice is blind Sir.  Catz. 
True Sir! and therefore subject to go astray; and therefore she had need have the more help to put her in the way.  Gisb. 
I'll have another bout with you Philosopher.  Catz. 
A few more bouts will make me turn F●ncer and run away, 'tis the safest ward when all is done.  Gisb. 
Have at you Sir. Thus I oppose you Mr. Philosopher, If heavy bodies that are composed of earth, descend downward, how comes it, that so many fools and Usurers, rise upward?  Catz. 
As I am a honest man, I shall never be able to answer him.  Gisb. 
I ha' put you to't, make no demurs, lest I join issue with you.  Catz. 
Hold, hold, he'll beat that into me, which he wants himself.  Gisb. 
Are you ready?  Catz. 
You are I am sure else, but I'll answer you. The reason that fools and Usurers rise upward, is this, Fortune's a whore, now your whore is a light creature you know, and of herself turns upward; now this whore doting upon none but fools and Usurers, with a violent hand bears them along with her.  Gisb. 
Why had not this whore Fortune been carted then?  Cat. 
Because she has the Usurer to her friend, and buys it out Sir.  Gisb. 
Let me embrace thee, most wise Lucull●s;  
Give Learning place.  Catz. 
Alas! you ha' beat out his bottom, did he not tell you, he was all glass. We shall never joint him together again.  Sigis. 
I find myself in two, hold! or I shall fall in pieces.  Gisb. 
What bad fortune had I to break so rare a piece of workmanship?  Enter Ferdinand, Vincentio, Glisco, Silleus. Ferd. 
Fair Adellezia shipwrecked, let each eye drowned in tears,  
Participate her loss. Command through out our Land  
An universal day of sorrow; hapless maid!  
Not thine, but my impartial fate had sway.  
In thy untimely object; behold him that confirms it.  
My all of grief and joy, poor boy could I  
Recov●● with my lives loss, thy well being;  
But thou art all incurable.  Sigis. 
True Esculapius, I am.  Catz. 
You must bear with him, he 〈◊〉 no wiser than he should be.  
He thinks he is glass, and with this fall broke in a 1000 pieces.  Ferd. 
Let him into our palace, henceforth we'll not expose him  
To experiment of art, ourselves will be his keeper.  
His sight at least will do a true friends part,  
And banish flattering comfort from my heart.  
What aged man is that in whom grief look●●  
So pale? It makes us fearful to behold him.  Gisb. 
It is the King of birds sure, how all crouch to him; and do him willing homage.  Fe●d. 
Speak, ●●at art thou?  Gisb. 
Though old dread sovereign, yet vouchsafe him hearing,  
Will lay such black deeds ●pe will banish night  
For ever from her vail, or loath the light.  
Peruse this paper.  Enter 〈◊〉 Ferd. 
Alas poor man! my soul doth pity him.  
See here the Villain comes, Lord 〈◊〉  
We purpose to prefer you to a wife  
Of our election.  Luc. 
I do beseech your grace to pardon me,  
I have vowed to live a single life.  Ferd. 
You have vowed to live a single Villain!  
Peace monstrous wretch, I hardly check my tears,  
Unhappy King that must trust others ears!  
No marvel Heaven so many ills down hurl,  
N●ught but injustice can destroy the world.  
Corrupted Judges, the States most dangerous foes,  
They smile and strike, there's no sense for their blows.  
Vengeance and rage! I could forget my being,  
And be your executioner myself.  Gisb. 
This 〈◊〉 speaks an other language.  Sil. 
We humbly do confess our crimes, and on  
Our knees 〈◊〉 your 〈◊〉 pardon.  Ferd. 
Pardon! may 〈…〉  
Ingrateful Monster! Canst 〈◊〉 deny this schedule?  
Recall thyself old man, I am thy Prince,  
And will revenge thy wrong.  Gisb. 
Are you a man Sir?  Ferd. 
As thou art. Speak Villain.  
Canst thou disprove this too just accusation?  Luc. 
I cannot; only for the murder,  
As I shall hope for 〈◊〉, I am free.  Gisb. 
Lives my Urania then!  Luc. 
I left her near the Lodge,  
Whither in grief she made—  Ferd. 
Abhorred viper, that couldst behold her smart,  
Who with her own cured thine, I loathe thy sight;  
And here deprive thee of all dignity  
Due from thy Ancestors, thy Land we seize,  
And give thee only four day's space, to find Urania out.  
One hour defered, our Kingly word is past,  
Thou for her loss, shalt taste untimely death.  
So thrust him forth our presence.  Ex. 〈◊〉. Gisb. 
True Prince indeed!  
Pardon, renowned King, my much forgetfulnesse●  
Oh! let some pinnacle, made a God, whose height  
May reach to heaven, bear thy name stamped  
In golden characters, untouched by envious time.  Ferd. 
Rise much wronged man, you worst, but first in place  
With him that did so easily second thy false doom,  
We banish both of you into the woods,  
As most unworthy man's society.  
Thou shalt enjoy the place and honour  
Of our chief Justice; infer no denyal●.  
What want is in thy 〈◊〉 pre-eminence,  
Thou hast in virtue and in innocence.  
So lead away, thy daughter being not dead,  
Thy joy o'er' Flows, all sorrow's canceled.   

ACT. IV.  Enter Lucius, Gulman, Flavia, Surdo, Urania. Flav. 
Perjured slave! hast a wife? couldst think l●chery would have a better end? out of my doors seducing V●rl●t.  Luc. 
Hear me but speak.  Gull. 
Out upon thee penurious rascal! my flesh shak●s to be at thee, thou hast made little better than a whore of my daughter.  Surd. 
And a bawd of your Ladyship.  Gull. 
Were't not for modesty's sake I would have my penny worths out of thy flesh.  Flav. 
The hangman will rid us of that care; beggarly slave!  
Why dost not laugh at him 〈◊〉?  Vra. 
I could shed tears for thee poor Lucius.  
Though many months thou couldst endure my grief,  
One day seems long till I yield thee relief.  Luc. 
Is then all love and pity banished? In lieu then of the good thou stand'st possessed by me, grant me but one nights being in thy house, thou seeest 'tis late, and I unfurnished of means and credit.  Flav. 
Would one night save thy life, restore thy name and thy degraded honour, I would not grant it, for know I hate thee more, than all thy wealth enforced me love before.  Surd. 
You are no whom?  Flav. 
So let's in if longer you stay here,  
I will provide you of a Harbinger.  Gull. 
You shall have a lodging at the cost of the Parish if you stay a little longer.  Exeunt. Surd. 
Bawd, bloodsucker cannibal.  Vra. 
Afflicted man! I that for comfort sought thy company, could now afford some pity unto thee.  Ex. Luc. 
Ill destined Lucius, but in vain's complaint, then tell me Surdo, what cure canst thou apply unto my miseries?  Surd. 
Such as the world gives to men in distress. As I am a Courtier I must leave you.  Luc. 
How leave me?  Surd. 
Would you not have me follow the example of my betters? I promised you to serve you only as you were a Lord; and so I have done, and will till I see you at the gallows, and thither you shall have followers enough.  Luc. 
Wilt thou not help to find my wife out then?  Surd. 
I'll see what I can do. Oyez! did any manner of man take up a woman child, of the age of 22. lost for want of a husband, let them look into her mark, and if they find her a Virgin bring her to the Hangman.  Luc. 
Ingrateful groom, dost mock my misery?  Surd. 
Are you such an ass to think she'll be found to save you from Hanging, that have left her swimming all this while? she has more hope of her widowhood then so; the old saying is, Marry a widow whose husband was hanged; and then she cannot upbraid you with them● I'll see if I can find her and put it in practice. Farewell, I will look to hear from you by the next new Ballad; pray Jove it be to a good tune, and come off bravely to the life, 'twill be to your own comfort and credit of your followers, to see and hear so many bear parts in your death.  Ex. Luc. 
Contemned and left of all! where are my parasites now?  
Honour's shadows that seem to move with an obsequious right, as if they were in●eperably tied unto our persons. When the truth is, their motion is from the sun, which being done once, we are lest naked. Why should I blame this world then,  
Since means and honour sway the greatest men?  
For give me one that ere loved virtue poor,  
Show me an usurer charitable, or an honest whore.  
I cannot Flavia with just cause condemn thee.  
It is the leaden weight of time that moves thy hate,  
And with a violent hand doth force thy soul  
To this observing world, for well thou knowest,  
Wert thou as chaste and fair as the Greekish dame,  
Famed for her twice ten winter's constancy,  
And hadst no foil to put thy virtues off,  
Thou might'st spin out thy days to get thee food,  
Or turn base prostitute, and sell thy blood,  
At every comers price.  Enter Vrania. Vra. 
Where night I find this most unhappy man!  
Whose grief will not permit my jealous soul  
To trust him with the night: Oh! did he know  
How much beyond myself I prize his love;  
T would move him to afford me pity, if not love.  
But see where suiting with his fortunes, on the ground  
He has cast himself, could we our fates foreknow,  
He had kept the happy mean, not jain so low.  
My honoured Lord why with so hard an eye,  
Do you behold your friends?  Luc. 
Thou dost forget thyself, I am poor, and poverty,  
When none else will do't, makes all men fly.  Vra. 
You much mistake me Sir, I am Castadora  
One that did never ●awn on your prosperity;  
Yet cannot choose but love you, whose sympathy  
Speaks mine own woes: pray Sir accept this.  Gives him gold. Luc. 
O! tell me true,  
Did not Flavia's hand commit this charge to thee?  Vra. 
Can you yet think she loves you Sir, whose hate  
Has reached a height so far above her sex?  
Or is your weakness such to love her still?  Luc. 
My constancy is such I ever shall.  
Alas! 'tis not her hate but fear to suffer in my disgrace, 'tis her  
want that moves her thus to my injury.  Vra. 
These are the effects  
Of lust whose seat is in the blood and swayed by that  
As by the nourishing food, whereas love  
Having her residence only in the soul;  
And settling her affections once is not more moyed by  
Any outward accident then are our thoughts by  
Captiving our bodies.  Luc. 
Thou speakest beyond a woman.  Vra. 
You have a wife Sir, or it seems you had one,  
Though by your much ingratitude undone.  
Compare these two, the strumpee and your wife,  
One seeks your death, the other gives you life.  Luc. 
Thy words do trouble me, I am not well.  Vra. 
Alas! how can you Sir, you are in hell?  
Tied to the flames of an enchanting Harlot.  
Pardon me Sir, if beyond modesty,  
I press a stranger's ear, in whom I see  
My own sad fate, answer me one demand.  Luc. 
Freely speak what ere it be.  Vra. 
What one particular  
Most moves your love unto this creature?  Luc. 
Her beauty which alone I would enjoy.  Vra. 
But never did.  
What pleasure has the usurer in seeing  
Another's gold he cannot hoard? or what  
Particular happiness gives that which every day,  
Man for a Pistollet may make purchase on.  
O! think that willingly you would not wear  
The garments of another; nor lay your body  
In the common bed of a suspected Harlot.  
Think how much more you should abhor to mix  
Your blood with an adulterate courtesan;  
Wash in a leprous bath; a strumpet's womb;  
And she your love is such another.  Luc. 
Impossible!  Vra. 
How if I make it apparent?  Luc. 
I should die willingly, and think my tortures  
Too gentle for so foul a change.  On the ground. Vra. 
Attend me then,  
Here are three ducats all the store 〈…〉 i.  
What will you say, if for this gold you obtain,  
To lie with her this night.  Luc. 
As I am Lucius, whom she so contemns.  Vra. 
The same; embrace her lustful wast, receive  
As much content as ever, yet in the morn,  
She shall reject your sight with loathed scorn.  Luc. 
Make me so happy in my misery;  
My soul shall bless thee.  Vra. 
And if I do not may I lose my hopes;  
Come saddest soul, your doubts I'll not prolong,  
Thus honest wives avenge their husband's wrong.  Enter Alexis, Adellezia, A Table. Alex. 
How like you fair this solitary life?  Adell. 
As shipwrecked men the shore, or prisoners liberty.  
I never thought a good in life to be,  
Until I found it here.  Alex. 
This your content doth bring in to my mind  
Those days that Cavus lived upon his plain,  
Unhappy Courtier, yet a happy swain.  
Me thinks I now do hear his well-tuned pipe  
That drew the covetous ear of listening shepherds  
To hear him chant his passed misery.  
But I forget myself and stay too long,  
Our supper's yet to kill, and night draws on.  Adell. 
You need not make such haste, our store's not spent;  
Here's enough left: small viands serve content.  Alex. 
But time calls forth, and promise liberal prey.  
I must be gone, and if my horn you hear,  
Think I have sped. I promise thee rich cheer.  Ex. Adell. 
Take your own way, why now I thank thee fate,  
Thou hast made a double mends for my lost state,  
In stead of honours and a marriage bed,  
To chaste thoughts and content my soul is wed.  
Vain world I hate the stead of thy flattery;  
Heaven is my Book, virtue my company.  Enter Oswell. Osw. 
Where should I seek out death, or find some means  
To stop the gaping jaws of famine, I could on equal  
Terms encounter with a tiger, whose rage hath  
Sucked her dry. Ingrateful hunger that feeds upon  
His bowels, whose want denies him sustenance.  
Thou woundest me more than all mine enemies. But  
See some Angel, yet her face speaks her woman. Meat!  
Should Devils guard it, thus would I reach and eat.  Adel. 
Amazement to my soul, how greedily he feeds, 'twas want sure forced him hither, if so I am glad our poverty supplies him: Oh! did he know who with a liquorish palate feeds to surfeit, how many empty souls would be made happy in what he vomits; or felt one day's torture of piercing hunger, with what temperate hand he would enjoy these nature's medicines! food is no other.  Osw. 
So I feel myself in reasonable temper now. But I forget my happiness, here's a better course. Pardon me beauty, that I scaped so fair a mark as your lips, but now I'll make amends.  Adel. 
What mean you Sir?  Osw. 
Nay I know you will plead chastity, 'tis the common fault of your sex, you have been some under vessel, waiting woman, and fallen into the butler's hands, had an untimely broaching, and now are laid aside here for ripening.  Adel. 
What do you take me for?  Osw. 
A woman made for the use of man.  Adel. 
I am a hapless woman,  
Wracked at Sea, and cast upon this shore.  Osw. 
Did not I tell you, ye had a leak; Come, come, leave circumstance, thou seest I am mortal, and thou art flesh and blood, born to fall and therefore let's down together; nay, nay, do not resist.  Adel. 
Not resist? know brutish creature, I am too well provided to lose mine honour, so long as this frail flesh which we call life can ransom it. Villain keep off! chaste Lucrece shall be my precedent.  Osw. 
So I would have her, lie with Tarquin first, and then kill thyself after if thou hast a mind to't. Lucretia she was the first cunning whore that ever made a fool of a Cuckold, when she saw the morning, her night villainy was discovered, to prevent the fire fell upon the sword; but since you'll needs be stabbed, I'll help you.  Adel. 
Prevented! if there be a power that helps  ( Takes her knife. 
Distressed chastity, rescue a spotless maid.  Osw. 
She should be a maid, she's so unwilling to her business. But since you force me to enter into bonds with you, I'll make you seal to the Articles of agreement, ere I have done with you.  Adell. 
Help, help, if I have deserved thine anger Heaven,  
Oh let it fall at once! Let one death expiate.  Osw. 
She should be a sinner, death's so often in her mouth. What's here? Epistles? To the high & mighty Prince Ferdinand. From whence? Yours Valer● of Sicily. We have sent you here our Letter. daughter— Fortune, thou hast returned amends for all my wrongs. Revenge, I wonot keep thee fasting one minute longer.  Horn within. Adel. 
Heaven thou art just; now Monster do thy worst,  Osw. 
Beyond hell's torture; What villain blows that Horn?  Adell. 
A virtuous Woodman, who with his followers.  Osw. 
His followers? Nay then I am trapped, the bellowing ox that with his groans did fright the Earth carried not half that torture in't, I shall dissolve through fear.  Adell. 
The baseness of thy guilt, unworthy wretch! Yet know how worthy merit stands; I pity thee, Distract thyself no further, by my chaste blood, I'll set thee free, so henceforth to this Wood thou wilt become a stranger.  Osw. 
Hell swallow me else.  Adell. 
I'll take your oath, unbind me first, then fall  
To your meat, with as good stomach as before.  Enter Alexis, Leonardo, Sl'eus. Alex. 
Recall your spirits, grief-afflicted men.  
Time may restore those honours he hath borrowed.  
'Tis but to try how you will bear it; nor shall I think it my least happiness to have been Author of your change.  Amb. 
Your virtuous arguments have overcome us.  Alex. 
Now Lady I have brought you: Ha, what stranger's that?  Adell. 
A miserable almost famished man,  
He hardly could speak well when he came in,  
His body was so weak, his mind so ill.  Osw. 
she'll spoil all; I was a poor soldier in these wars, and have been in some reputation with our King. I have been troublesome to this Gentlewoman: I would fain be unmannerly, having filled my belly, be out of this forest.  Adell. 
His guilt admits no trust, pray give him free conduct,  
I'll force your stay, since we have met thus happily.  Alex. 
We will not part till supper, no place I see  
But gives us means to practice charity.  
What wants in fare, your welcome shall supply,  
Make good my promise Lady.  Adell. 
With a willing heart.  
If you knew all, you'd say I had reason for't.  Ex. Osw. 
Hell choke you with your Supper. But may these two be,  
Sileus and Leonardo, that helped to disthrone me?  
What new turn of State has forced them hither?  Leo. 
I'll question him, it may be he can resolve us, if Oswell lives;  
Me thought I heard thee name thy dependence on the banished King.  Osw. 
I did hang on him as others did, as long as he had nap, you ha my meaning; came you not from Court?  Sil. 
Against our wills; for know, we are banished thence by unmindful Ferdinand, who for one bad, has quite forgot the many goods he still enjoys by us.  Osw. 
I know't too well; Hell take you for't.  Leo. 
Leaving our merits; Let it suffice  
He turned us down, that by our aid did did rise.  
Can you resolve Sir, if Oswell live?  Osw. 
And if I could, think'st I would betray him! I'd suffer first.  Leo. 
Protest no further, there's none here means him less good than yourself.  Osw. 
This false out to my wish; a word with you Gentleman: suppose Oswell lived, and by your aid might repossess his Diadem, would you prove honest?  Amb. 
As Heaven to virtue!  Osw. 
Then know I am the man, and to regain my Crown want only but your assistance.  Amb. 
Command us as your Vassals.  Osw. 
As our friends, and those that shall have equal shares with us. First then know this woman is Valerius his daughter.  Leo. 
The woman of this cave.  Osw. 
The same, sent hither to be matched with Sigismond, and shipwrecked in her passage, fell upon this shore.  Amb. 
A most strange accident.  Osw. 
'Tis her disgrace or death must raise our hopes.  Leo. 
How is this to be made possible?  Osw. 
Thus; myself not taking notice of her birth, will charge her to the State for companying in lustful action with this woodman, which seconded by you, will seem so clear, that being returned with shame, or here with death paying her forfeiture, her father that overwhelmed our state in just revenge bears us up again.  Amb. 
A most unheard of villainy.  Osw. 
Do you demur upon't?  Amb. 
We only want disguise, that and 'tis done.  Osw. 
Here's gold to furnish you, this night I'll raise the neighbouring Village to apprehend 'em, make you hence and fail not to morrow to meet me in the Senate.  Leo. 
Our lives be gauged, if we one minute miss,  
Be this the last day of our happiness.  Ex. Osw. 
Your wishes be your own. Thou Queen of Fate,  
Forbear thy restless motion but one hour,  
Revenge is mine, Oswel's above thy power.  Ex.  

ACT. V.  Enter Lucius and Vrania. Vra. 
HAve I not kept my promise? did you not find her base and mercenary?  Luc. 
She is as all the world is mercenary,  
Except thyself chaste virtuous Castadora.  Enter Gulman, Flavia. Gull. 
But art sure he has no more gold?  Fla. 
Not an Asper; but I'll try, come you dissembling wanton, thou dost not know how I love thee, ●ast ne'er a toy, a Ring, nor Jewel left?  Luc. 
Pardon sweet Flavia, I ha not any, yet such is thy impulsive and attracting beauty, I can as well live without free air, as be debarred thy presence.  Flav. 
How's this, my presence?  Gull. 
The fellow's desperate, he would fain be hanged at our door, we want no sign; good Wine needs no bush, we have custom enough already.  Luc. 
Thou dost but put this trick on me to try me,  
Thy last night's love showed thy affection to me.  Flav. 
Affection! marry foh— I would not endure such another night's torment; Pack hence, or call an Officer.  Luc. 
Thy worst foul Monster! I will not leave this place,  
Wast thou as high in malice as in lust,  
Here will I end my life, to prove Heaven just.  Vra. 
Let me entreat you for this day forbear him.  Gull. 
Out upon thee pu●i●anical filth, we may thank thee for this, that preferst the Cart before the Horse; turn Procurer, before th' art past procreation.  Flav. 
This young Bawd will confound all our doings.  
I shall set you in with a mischief.  Vra. 
Thou hast done thy wrost already, and my miseries in spite of thee shall end, this hour doth gain.  
My Lucius love, or kills me with disdain.  Gull. 
You will not go then?  Luc. 
Not stir from hence.  Gull. 
Look to the door daughter while I go for the Constable; Wouldst make a vaulting school of our house? thou mayst hang thyself and thou wilt, but not here neither, yet if thou hast a mind to't, I'll go fetch a Hangman.  Ex. Flav. 
She tells you true; this in a circle follows,  
Fools and knaves nourish us, and we the gallows.  Ex. Luc. 
Monsters in nature! my apprehensive thoughts  
Present a thousand tortures, the least of which  
Wounds more, than the bloodiest E●ecut●●ner.  
Thou tell-tale conscience, cease thy b●uling clamours,  
Here's that shall stop thy throat, yet now I think on't,  
My poor Urania died a lingering death;  
Each thought whereof like to a greedy Vulture,  Enter Urania. 
Feeds on my tired heart Thou discont●n●ed ghost,  
Where e'er thou wanderest stay thy restless course.  
Behold thy most ingrateful husband's blood,  
Sitting the thirsty earth. And thus Vrania, I boldly come to thee.  Vra. 
And thou art welcome, as heaven to misery. Mistake me not, I am Vrania, she that in this shape, pursued thy wished ●ight, attending this blessed hour.  Luc. 
Urania! shame and my joys at once confound me.  
●anst thou forgive my wrongs?  Vra. 
As freely as I wish forgiveness of my sins, say but thou lovest me, I have double interest for my sorrow.  Luc. 
Love thee! I am thy vassal, my joys come on so fast,  
I fear they are too violent to last.  Enter▪ Flavia. Flav. 
I think here comes a 〈◊〉 to remove you How'● this, Lucius' and my maid so familiar? impudent strumpet, I'll tear the flesh off thy face.  Luc. 
Perpetual hag, take this for't.  Flav. 
Devils and ●uries! I am slain.  Vra. 
Alas! what hast thou done?  Luc. 
Nothing but what my life must answer, fly my Vrania,  
Though thou for gav'st me, heaven will not;  
By what thou hold'st most dear, abandon me.  Vra. 
No, Should the racks and tortures presently  
Be fixed unto my limbs.  Luc. 
Thou add'●t to my afflictions, if prayers  
Will not prevail● isle fl●e and leave thee.  Vra. 
Rather of life then of this sight bereave me;  
Know I will accuse myself as chief●st actor in this murder,  
It thou makest motion to go without me.  Enter Gullman, Constable and Officer. Gull. 
See, this is the flesh fly I told you of, open that box, you may swear l●wfully you took no bribe of me, Constable do your office, Oh my daughter, Constable, my daughter!  Const. 
How came this murder?  Luc. 
This bloody hand did do it.  Vra. 
Set on by me.  Gul. 
Let me tear her eyes out.  Luc. 
By all that may be sworn by, she is free; the act is only mine.  Gull. 
Most unnatural villain to thrust a woman into the body thus unmanly, I will have both your bloods for't.  Vra. 
Mine, he is innocent.  Luc. 
Mine, I desire it.  Gull. 
Nay, ne'er strive, I'll hang you both I warrant you, my daughter was not unknown to some of the bench, and if they would not speak for her in such a case as this, would they might never have good of woman's flesh. Oh my daughter! my chaste and virtuous daughter.  Ex. Enter Sigismond and Catzo as a Lady. Sigis. 
Thou art a Lady fair one.  Catz 
Ay, a horrible painted one.  Sigis. 
And a mighty great one, and therefore I'll court thee.  Catz. 
'tis beyond the art of man to court me fair, I am not to be dealt withal in that kind, and therefore keep off, I am not for your turn, keep off saucy jack.  Sigis. 
Not for my turn? why I am a Prince, and will engird thy brow, thy Ivory brow, with stones as precious.  Catz. 
Stones! you can do no good upon me with your stones.  Sigis. 
Grant me but assurance of thy love, I'll dart against Jove's thunder, my rival Jove, whose bolt did cleave my heart, threw and threw, and made a bro●dway to my brain, when I last courted thee in yonder thicket.  Catz. 
Oh horrible! he has got the true property of a Lover, he can lie bravely. Court me in yonder thicket?  Sigis. 
Why? hast thou forgot ray sweet duck, look on me my pigsney, cast but one smile, one gentle smile upon me.  Catz. 
Some smile! I cannot smile for laughing.  Sigis. 
Well remember this, you will not afford me a sheep's eye, say no more, nay ne'er entreat, thou getst not a kiss, a look, nor a touch, nor a feel, nor a bit of my thumg's length.  Catz. 
That's but short allowance for a Gentlewoman.  Sigis. 
I must to her again, you do not love me, you do not. Alas! I am ignorant of your tricks, you have forgot, Since you and I played last at Maw, when your Ace of hearts could not command my Knave of diamonds, till you were glad to lay your five fingers on't.  Catz. 
Maw! fie upon him, what a noddy is this?  Sigis. 
You have forgot since I talked bawdy with your Ladyship by moonshine, and how you swore you dreamt of me, till you tickled again, and ever since doted on me with the very conceit of the dream, and now I will make your Ladyship kneel for a kiss, nay humble thyself, and I won't come over thee.  Catz. 
Fie, fie, never had Gentlewoman such a suitor. Now by my poating stick; a fit oath for a chambermaid, you shall have him court me in all the true Elements of a drunkard, foxlike, lion-like, and last, Maudlin-like, and so turn all his smiles into tears.  Sigis. 
Not yet? will she not stoop? I must close with her, Come, come, I know you swell now, you grow so plump about the lips, suppose I should vouchsafe to kiss this chop cherry now.  Catz. 
I scorn to kiss I can assure thee.  Sigis. 
Disdain a Prince, a lion, curtrash parboiled stuff. What's woman but a hollow vessel, an Aquavite bottle, a washing tub, a box? What is your Ladyship proud of?  Catz. 
Of my Virginity Sir.  Sigis. 
I'll try what kind of stuff your ladyship's Virginitie's made of.  Catz. 
Thou wilt not ravish me, wilt thou?  Sigis. 
By Mars his standard but I will.  Catz 
By Venus' buckler but thou shalt not.  Sigis. 
Thou wilt not draw I hope.  Catz. 
But I will, and defend my maiden honour with my life.  Sigis. 
Put up fair maid, thy chastity o'ercomes my spleen,  
Forgive me gentle Love, and I will weep myself to water.  Catz 
That may be, for your brain swims I am sure, What an ass is this to be in love with me? I am no Lady, Sir, I am your man Catzo.  Sigis. 
Keep off, I shall o'erwhelm thee else, dost not see me swi● and tumble mountain high? thou art pinnace, art thou?  Catz. 
A kind of a fly-boat, there's a storm toward, my best is to put into harbour.  Sigis. 
Sea room enough or we are lost, amain, amain,  
Now up, now down again.  T●umbles about. Catz 
I am sure I have a leak already, help, help, help.  Enter Ferdinand and others. Ferd. 
What means this out●ry?  Catz. 
I think he has thrust out my bottom, I shall never live to prove the old proverb true, a young Courtier and an old beggar, I have had so many maims in his service.  Sigis. 
Neptune has laid the storm, how calm's the sea now? how silent the winds? all's done, all's done.  Catz. 
All's one for that you, shall not draw me to sea with you again.  Ferd. 
How camest thou thus attired?  Catz. 
He said he would make a Lady on me, but as many Knights do, he has made a poor one of me, he began very hotly. But at last he cooled me over head and ears, He handle a Lady!  Ferd. 
This makes me think that love was the original● of this untimely ecstasy, didst never hear him speak of some strange beauty?  Catz. 
He spoke too lately with me, and now I remember me, I left him in the wood with a good handsome Female, and when I found him again, he was as mad as a Hart in rutting time.  Enter Vincentio. Ferd. 
Her sight sure did transport him. What news Vincentio?  Vinc. 
No great news, only a woodman and a maid accused of soul lust, this day receive their doom.  Ferd. 
Where were they taken?  Vinc. 
In an obscure Cave within the forest.  Sigis. 
That maid would I fain deal withal, command her hither.  
Why dost not fetch her?  Ferd. 
Be patient, thou shalt along with us.  
Dost know the face that late i'th' forest lost you?  Catz. 
I have cause to know it, they talk of countenances, I got more by that face in an hour, than the best countenance i'th' Court will get me in an age, though I were Usher to the best Lady of them all.  Ferd. 
My heart presages; Good heaven work thy will;  
When we least hope, the heavens prove kindest still,  
sirrah bring him along.  Ex. ● Catz. 
Come Sir, will you jog into the Garden?  Sigis. 
You'll bring me to the Lady then.  Catz. 
Yes presently, as soon as ever we can overtake her.  Ex. A Bare. Enter Gisbert as a Senator, with others, Oswell, Alexis, Adellezia, Officers. A Senate. Gisb. 
Stand forth Alexis, though my soul doth tell me,  
Thy thoughts are clear from foul 〈◊〉,  
Yet since thy Accuser by just course of Law  
Pursues thy life, thou must endure the hand of peerless Justice.  Alex. 
I crave no other,  
Let equal combat prove us worthy death,  
Or else just vengeance stop his perjured breath.  Osw. 
I seal to thy Request; if in one hour  
Two witnesses besides myself do not make good  
This accusation.  Exit. Gisb. 
Your offer stands confirmed. Officer at arms  
If ere the appointed time, these witnesses  
Make no Appearance, bring into the Lists  
Those Combatants equally prepared.  Officer. 
It shall be done.  Gisb. 
Although my place forbids to do thee other Right  
Alexis, yet this comfort I will give thee, which stands for all,  
No power were just, if guiltless men should fall.  Alex. 
I have no other hope, who bears a spotless breast,  
Doth want no comfort else, how e'er distressed.  Adel. 
That speaks our happiness, for spite of destiny  
We can nor live nor die unhappily,  
How ever I'll conceal my parentage.  Exeunt. Gisb. 
What other cause depends to crave our hearing?  Const. 
Bring 'em forth; away with 'em.  Enter Constable, Gulman, Lucius, Urania. Vinc. 
How now, what noise is this?  Gul. 
Justice, let me have Justice Noble Senators.  Gisb. 
Speak freely, woman 〈…〉.  Gul. 
Behold the bloody 〈…〉.  Gisb. 
How Lucius one of 'em? vile wretch;  
Dost thou not know this day doth end thy life,  
If thou shalt fail to find thy hapless wife.  Luc. 
That sentence thus is void, 〈…〉  
Your daughter and my wife.  Gisb. 
My daughter.  Vra. 
Oh think that I am lost still, or that  
You ne'er were happy in the enjoyment of a 〈◊〉  
For know I stand guilty of this abhorred 〈◊〉.  Luc. 
She wrongs her innocent soul, 'twas this hand did it  
In just moved Anger.  Vra. 
But 'twas I that bid him,  
And that in Law is principal.  Gul. 
Between 'em both I have lost my daughter;  
A very chaste Virgin and a virtuous.  Luc. 
A noted whore, a courtesan.  Gisb. 
Divided soul, in what amazement stand'st thou?  
On this hand Justice stands, but here a father;  
Nature thou art powerful in me; Immaculates Robes,  
You shall not blush at my partiality.  Vinc. 
What mean you Sir?  Gisb. 
To be a man, a father, oh my Urania!  Vinc. 
This violent passion needs not, Sir possess your seat again.  Gisb. 
It suits not with my fortunes, vouchsafe  
Me leave to plead her cause, you worthy Judges;  
Behold three lives laid in a doubtful scale,  
Against which a strumpet's Lust the balance sways;  
Three worthy lives, if age and fate deny  
To make mine miserable, which if your gentler hands  
Refuse to poise, are lost, and must pay the price  
Of an adulteress blood. Oh think what a whore is!  
A creature only shaped like woman, that we might see  
In that fair foil' ●est her deformity.  
The womb of sin from whence all horrid crimes,  
As rivulets from the Sea, derive their streams;  
The devil's warehouse, for though we void all snares,  
This surely takes, and here he vends his wares:  
Which no shop else would utter, hence avarice,  
Pride, pale murder, all black deeds do rise; besides,  
Think how she stands in Law, to whom denied  
A Christian burial, this Law by which we are tried;  
Oh let it not exact such payment then,  
For those deserve not common Rights of men.  
This is the only favour I do crave,  
Judge her unworthy life as of a grave.  Vinc. 
Your Arguments are forcible; only let's know  
The Motives to her death.  Luc. 
Her sensual rage  
Brought her into the place, where much unlooked for  
Joy forced one embrace,  
The wretch at sight hereof o'ercome with spleen,  
Or hateful jealousy, with violent hands  
Did seize my wife, which sight on sudden raised  
My just incensed blood, that with one stroke  
Her cursed life unhappily I took.  Gisb. 
Make it your own case, think how free they stood,  
In height of their own joys from others blood.  Vinc. 
The case is plain she sought her own death  
Wilfully, and seeking her own ill  
We judge them free, now take your place again.  Gisb. 
Bear witness, I have played a father's part.  Vinc. 
A careful father.  Amb. 
One most kind and loving.  Gisb. 
Let me embrace you both; farewell; think here  
Your father dies, and now you're to be doomed by an impartial Judge.  Vinc. 
What means this Circumstance?  Gisb. 
Know that a man consists of soul and body;  
The one by Nature, the other by Justice ruled;  
So he is less than man that swerves from either,  
And disobeyes these equal governors.  
What Nature might command I have performed;  
Now Justice takes his place, true partlesse Justice,  
That heavenly Names bestows upon us here.  
That we like Gods might no Affection bear;  
Which once again commands unto the bar  
Those bloody murderers.  Vinc. 
Strange and unheard of.  Gisb. 
Stand forth you hapless wretches, that have robbed  
A creature of her life, which to restore,  
Would make the world turn bankrupt; nay more,  
You have robbed Heaven of a soul, enforced her hence  
Loaden with all her sins without defence;  
Not given her time to shed one pennitent tear,  
That might plead for her before that severe  
And all-confounding Judge, with loss of breath,  
You have reprieved her soul to far worse death.  
Lastly, you have feloniously usurped  
The sword of Government, violated Law,  
And being borne Subjects, you have assumed  
The seat of death-inflicting sovereignty; for which  
We doom you— weak heart, why, dost thou faint?  
Thou injurest me: You traitorous eyes, since that  
You dare not see to do such worthy Justice  
On these wretches, I will blind and bar that light,  
Whose partial view do make so few do right;  
Now know we doom you for this your horrid murder  
To present Execution, and command  
That where the fact was done, a Jibbit stand,  
On which you both shall suffer forthwith; Officers away,  
Your lives are forfeit in one hours' delay.  Vinc. 
Beyond all precedent!  Luc. 
For mine own life,  
'Tis justly forfeited, but to this creature  
Urania, not as she is my wife,  
But thy daughter, the hope of thy name,  
And wished posterity, be pitiful.  Gisb 
Thou beat'st the air, though all the world should fall,  
Justice must be herself, bear equal sail.  Vra 
Be patient gentle Love, since 'tis for thee,  
I cannot think it is an Ill to die.  
Father Farewell, your doom I will not grudge,  
Above I hope to find a milder Judge.  Gisb. 
Away with 'em— Heaven on their souls have mercy.  Enter Ferdinand. 
Stay, let me embrace thee, thou perfectest man  
That ere made Nature proud▪ Renowned Gisbert,  
Lo as thou gavest unto thy country's good  
Thy only daughter, having no other gift  
Worthy thy merit, I return again  
Thy present, which to recompense with any  
Other Benefit would speak us poor  
And much ingrateful, in us they both shall live  
With pardon, so receive them, then.  Gisb. 
As a reprieve sent to condemned men.  Fer. 
In whom Mayst thou survive to endless days. As for this loathed Creature Hells Harbinger, this Bawd to sin, her daughter's loss shall take away her body's punishment, only we banish her six miles from any City.  Gul. 
I had rather be Carted six times about the City then live in the country, unless your grace will make a continual progress.  Exit. Fer. 
Away with her, what means this sound?  Vinc. 
It gives a signal to a Combata●t that has accused a stranger of foul lust with a known shepherd.  Fer. 
Ourself have heard so much, give him his oath.  Vinc. 
Swear by thy trust in Heaven thou com'st not armed, led on by malice, or in hope of gain, but in the Justice of thy cause without either charm or guile.  Enter Oswell, Alexis, Adelizia: Sigismond gazes on her. Osw. 
This I'll make good.  Ferd. 
Administer the like Oath to the other.  Vinc. 
Swear by the equal powers, ●o hope or confidence,  
Doth raise thine arm besides thine Innocence.  Alex. 
I swear, and if not truly, of Heaven I crave,  
Instead of aid, to send a shameful grave.  Ferd. 
Give signal to the fight.  Sigis. 
Stay.  Ferd. 
What means our son?  Sigis. 
This she, that brow, that eye, that face doth speak it, give me my Armour there.  Catz. 
Give him his brains there, has most need of them.  Sigis. 
Villain, I'll tear thy soul out, if thou defer one minute.  
Divinest Beauty, oh let me kiss thy hand!  Ferd. 
This accident confounds, speak gentle son.  Sigis. 
And if I have a Being worthy you,  
Deny not my request, or with my breast  
I'll naked thus oppose the traitor.  Ferd. 
Thou hast thy wish fair son, bring weapons forth,  
Some fate directs him thus.  Enter 〈◊〉, Sileus. Vinc. 
More Champions yet; what mean these strangers?  Leo. 
To prove this traitor a malicious villain;  
That Lady chaste and free.  Sil. 
The same cause moveth me to equal arms.  Sigis. 
You shall be damned, first; by my blood and Honour,  
Who makes an offer to deprive this arm  
Of this fair Conquest, draws one on himself.  Ferd. 
They shall not, I must entreat you give free way unto his passion, being assured the hand of Heaven draws him to end his life or misery.  Leo: Sil. 
Shall we not have the Honour then?  Ferd. 
Our son has begged it, and it must be his.  Amb. 
We'll free him from that danger.  Discover themselves. Osw. 
Vexation.  Ferd. 
How dare you being exiled approach this place?  Leo. 
Though not from death this deed shall free one stain, know that our love to Justice, whose wrong erst lost our good names doth force us hither, this is traitorous Oswell.  Ferd. 
Oswell, lay hands upon the Monster.  Sil. 
This Adelizia king Valerius daughter,  
To whose untimely fall that villain bribed us;  
When this blessed shepherd that preserved her breath,  
Redeemed our lives from a despised death.  Ferd. 
Astonishment!  Alex. 
Dread sovereign, accept this Beauteous Princess, fair Adelizia by me preserved after her shipwreck.  Ferd. 
Joy overcomes me, can Adelizia live?  Adel 
That Letter speaks no less.  Sig. 
I know you are the same, my love pursued in those spacious woods.  Adel. 
I am the same.  Ferd. 
Thou hast revived my son, restored mine age,  
So many Blessings, Heaven I wish no more.  Adel. 
If any good my Being brings with it,  
This virtuous shepherd well may challenge it.  Ferd. 
Our love and high regard shall speak it freely.  
To you we give your means and liberty, to thee.  Omnes. 
Do but command us we'll tear him piecemeal.  Ferd. 
Though his desert to such extremes might sway,  
We'll have no blood shed on our wedding day.  
We doom him to perpetual prisonment.  Osw. 
Had I my 〈◊〉 you should all keep your wedding day in hell.  Ferd. 
So lead him hence. Now fair Adelezia there remains,  
Only thy free consent to accept my son.  Sigis. 
I am her own, the marriage Heaven begun,  
When her blessed sight restored me.  Ferd. 
Speak gentle maid.  Adel. 
Since Fate ordains it so,  
I like your son so well, I'll scarce say no.  Ferd. 
Then lovely daughter, true Subjects, worthy friends,  
I embrace you all, and here our woes all ends;  
Which teacheth us, how e'er vain man may trust,  
The end makes happy those only that are just.  
FINIS.