THE USURPER, A Tragedy. As it was Acted at the Theatre Royal by his Majesty's Servants.  
Written by the Honourable EDWARD HOWARD, Esq  
Licenced August 2. 1667. Roger L'Estrange.  
LONDON, Printed for Henry Herringman at the Anchor in the Lower Walk of the New Exchange, 1668.   

THE EPISTLE.  
SInce the Impression of Plays, is so much the Practice of the Age, that few or none have been Acted, which fail to be displayed in Print; where they seem to put on the greater formality of Authors, while perhaps thus appearing, divested of the life of Action, which gave no small varnish to their figures, they suffer a more severe Correction from the Reader: Notwithstanding which disadvantage, I have Adventured to be Companion in the Impression of this Poem. And indeed I think it some impudence to hazard the Reader's being less Gentle than Spectators; the Press being in some manner the Stages Tiring-house, where all Ornaments are thrown off, save native design and Language. And if this Poem, either for Gravety or weight of Argument, or deepness of Intreque (the true Soul and Genius of the Stage) has received (when Represented there) any grateful Acceptation from the Judicious, who pass few Enormities undiscerned, and therefore best able to take Plays in their highest Magnitudes, to them I am obliged to present it thus published. Not insensible what disadvantage it may receive, passing in the World on naked feet of verse, with other Works that have their measures adored with Trappings of Rhyme, which however they have succeeded in wit or design, is still thought music, as the Heroic Tone now goes: But whether so natural to a Play, (that should most nearly imitate, in some Cases our familiar Converse) the Judicious may easily determine. But here I would not be thought to detract from any that have been Considerably welcomed on the Stage in this Garb; since many Excellent Pens, and Honourable Persons, have thought fit to spend some Treasure of their Muses in Compositions of this kind. The other extreme which deserves some Reflection; and which far more debases the Dignity of the Stage, is that of Farce or Scommatick Plays, which has so tickled some late Audiences, with I know not what kind of Jollity, that true Comedy is fooled out of Countenance, and instead of Humour and wit, (the Stages most Legitimate issue) leaves it to the inheritance of Changelings. No less Arctic seems to many, the wresting in of Dances, when unnatural and improper to the business of the Scene and Plot, as if by an unintelligable Charm of their Muses, the Actors were like Fairs Conjured up, that the Play might vanish in a Dance. Yet lest I seem too much to carp at the delights of others, (since Plays are but Diversions in what kind soever understood) I willingly wave this unnecessary Excursion; desiring the Reader to think it meant rather an Apology for my own: In respect it had not this kind entertainment, and not a violent Stemming against the Tide of Applause, that so favourably has brought Plays of this sort of Trimming, and Lading to an Anchor on the Stage, where I leave them to their Spectators, as I do this here to the Readers impartial Reception,  
Farewell.   

THE PROLOGUE TO THE USURPER.  
AS new made Pilots when they first Take Sea,  
Fear makes 'em think each Wave a Storm they see.  
And when Arrived, at the Appointed Land;  
Mistrust the Shoar, is some devouring Sand:  
So here our Poet; having brought his Play  
Unto the Stage, the Muse's fatal Bay.  
Fears even the Coast, he laboured most to Steer;  
Doubting his Danger will he Landing here.  
But this same Itch of Wit, so fain would thrive;  
Just as some Merchants, still with Losses strive;  
That no successless Voyage made before,  
Writers forewarns from Coming to this Shoar.  
Who though here Beggared, still Design and Try  
How to deserve, or get a Charity.  
But in Good faith, 'tis held as hard a Task  
To pardon Wit, as Give to All that Ask.  
For here's the Difference, and the Danger too;  
Wants will Presume, but Wit's oft poor from you.  
In these Extremes, 'tis Difficult to say;  
Which is most safe, a Good, or Bad, new Play.  
Since 'tis his Danger, now who ere does writ,  
To want a Pity, or to meet a Spite.  
Such strange Antipathies we well may fear,  
Both from your failings, and our Authors here;  
Yet I dare swear, He'll Count it his Good Hap,  
Though Envy strike, if All of you will Clap.   

dramatis Personae.  

DAmocles. An Usurper.  
Dionysius. His Son.  
Cleander The true King disguised like a Moor, under the name of Hiarbas.  
Cleomenes. A faithful noble Person.  
Demaratus. A Sicilian noble and worthy Senator ' s.  
Parmenio. His Son.  
Hugo. A Parasite and Creature of the Usurpers.  
Proclus.  
Strato. Commanders nnder the Usurper.  
Alexius.  
Sicanus.  
Dorion. Commanders under the Usurpers Son.  
Scrophilus.  
Arisba. A Moor, and Servant to King Cleander.  
Senators.  
Attendants.  
Soldiers.   

The names of the Women.  
Timandra An African Queen that preserved and loved the King Cleander.  
Calanthe. The King's Sister.  
Ladies.   
The Scene Sicily.   

ACTUS PRIMUS:  

Scena prima.  Enter Demaratus, and the two other Senators. Dema. 
I Cannot expound the Riddle.  1. Sen. 
It is a Trick, some new Device to ensnare us.  2. Sen. 
I cannot tell: It wants a Precedent.  
Resign his Power and Greatness, at a time,  
When every Stratagem has had Success,  
And all things Stoop to his Ambition.  
It puzzles me,  Dema. 
I wish he were in earnest.  1. Sen. 
If his Inclinations be for a private Life,  
He shall have my Vote; and let him make  
What hast he will to the other World.  2. Sen. 
If it were in my power, I would lend him  
A Lift to Heaven, and that's more Charity  
Than he deserves, when the Accounts▪ are cast between us.  Enter Colonel, Strato, and a Soludier. Soul. 
What shall we do, Colonel? they say  
We are like to be Disbanded too.  Str. 
Is there no Hemp? Go Hang yourselves.  1. Sen, 
This is not the usual Dialect.  Sir 
Your Servant Gentlemen.  2. Sen. 
Noble Colonel, you are melancholy.  Dem. 
A Simptom of our Cure.  [aside. Sir. 
Your Wisdoms apprehend the Cause;  
If the General's Humour holds, You three  
Will not take my single Security for a thousand Crowns.  1. Sen. 
You are merry now.  Sir. 
If you were no Senators I could tell you,  
You lie now: But bewo'ye Gentlemen,  
You are like to have a fine time on't.  [Exit. Dem. 
I like this well.  1. Sen. 
Another discomposed to.  Enter Alexius. Dem. 
I am acquainted with him Colonel.  Alex. 
My grave Senator: Hark! you promised  
Me a Kindness; We may be undone, if the  
General hold his purpose: We shall  
Be marching off shortly.  Dem. 
Whither?  Alex. 
To our old Trades again.  Dem. 
Why, do you believe his Excellency  
Has any serious thoughts to lay down his Commands.  Alex. 
You will easily Consent: Are you not all desired  
To meet him at Timoleon's Tomb?  Dem. 
We are.  Alex. 
Where he'll resign his Commission to the Senate.  1. Sen. 
'Tis very strange.  Alex. 
And which is worse in my Opinion.  
It will be true, And which is worse than this,  
There's little hope the Army will be continued.  
The Enemies (Pox on 'em) are all quiet,  
And we that fought for this peace, must Starve and Stink,  
For aught I know, suddenly.  Dem. 
Nay, prithee be clear with us, and tell us  
Thy own thoughts of the General.  Alex. 
By the Word of an Officer.  Dem. 
who'll take it?  Alex. 
If you cannot take my Word, to what purpose  
Should I answer your question? Why I'll tell you,  
And you shall judge yourselves, what will  
Become of him: These two days he hath  
Drunk nothing but Water, Eat nothing but Salads,  
Talked nothing but Religion, and now and then falls  
Into a long Fit of Prayer, that signifies nothing:  
If these be not Prognostics of a falling General,  
Then would I had all my Arrears.  Dam. 
Why? for your comforts, the Senate may hold fit to keep  
The Army up still, and though the General lay down.—  
'Tis not impossible to find another will take up.  
Will it hurt you to Receive your Money?  Alex. 
Nay, nay for my part, I shall be contented, so  
I be paid amongst a great many more,  
That shall be happy to be retained in your Thoughts,  
As men that dare empty their best Veins to serve you.  1. Sen. 
We have experience of your Valour Colonel.  2. Sen. 
And shall deserve it.  Alex. 
Your most humble Servant.  Exit Alexius. Dem. 
What think you now?  1. Sen. 
My Faith settles apace.  Enter Cleomenes. Dem. 
'Tis he: my Lord Cleomenes, my Heart  
Leaps to congratulate your safe return,  
(Gentlemen of the Senate of my Principles)  
Your Victories were here before your Person;  
Our Enemies in Africa are all tamed.  Cleo. 
And Dionysius marching Home in Triumph.  
I shall take an Opportunity after I have seen the  
General, to give you a more particular account.  Dem. 
One Word, Sir, We have Wonders here, that  
You expect not, strange Revolutions.  Cleo. 
How?  Dem. 
I dare not tell you aloud, and it will ask  
Your strong Faith, the General.  [Whispers aside. 1. Sen. 
He is a most Noble Gentleman, and has  
Preserved the Honour of his Family,  
And still maintained his Current clear, vot mixed  
With foul rebellious Streams.  2. Sen. 
'Twas his Fortune to be abroad when  
Damocles began his Faction here; and, but since his Return,  
And the King's loss engaged with Dyonisius,—  [Aside. Cleo. 
But that I know the Wisdom and Friendship  
Of good Demaratus, I should Suspect  
He would abuse my Faith; It frights my Reason:  
Resign his interest in the Army?  
But who are those approach us with grave Ceremony?  Enter Hugo and others. 
Is not this Hugo de Petra?  Dem. 
The same: One that may write himself  
Knave General.  Hugo. 
My most Noble Lord: I know not whither I should  
First deliver my Message from the General, or  
Bid you Welcome home from myself?  
But 'tis good manners to Obey his Excellence.  Cleo. 
You preserve your ingenious Humour still.  Hug. 
Sir, I was Commanded to wait your Entrance into  
The City; and in the General's name, to  
Congratulate your return.  Cleo. 
He was ever gracious.  Hug. 
But that's not all, By his Command I am to Salute  
You by the Title of Grand Master of the great  
Castle of Syracuse, which is a Signal Mark of  
His Confidence I will assure you: Leave off your Wonder,  
And Read there.  [Delivers him a Commission. Cleo. 
It were no manners to distrust his Act,  
Or your Relations, who have always been  
A friend to truth.  Hug. 
Let me Kiss thy honourable Hand upon my own  
Account; If I have a soul? your Honour shall  
Command it to your Service.  1. Sen. 
If he have a Soul? he makes a doubt on't.  Cleo. 
But 'tis too great an honour to Cleomenes:  
His goodness thus would prompt me to a worth;  
Who finding only some desires in me  
To serve his just Commands, would quicken them  
To some becoming Action; but my Duty  
Is not performed, till I wait upon him.  Hug. 
And we shall attend you; my good Lord,  
Demaratus, and Gentlemen.  [Exit Hugo and Cleom. Dem. 
This, beyond all confirms me.  1. Sen. 
A good Preface.  Dem. 
Excuse me Gentlemen, if some great affair  
Call me hence: I'll not fail to meet you at  
Timoleons Tomb: where, if things succeed  
To expectation, I shall tell you something to startle you,  
And you shall thank me for't.  [Exit Demaratus. 1. Sen. 
But 'tis not without my Wonder,  
That Cleomenes,—  2. Sen. 
There's the policy: ' It's frequent,  
When Princes fear a popular man, they labour  
To gain him to their party by preferments:  
Nor is it safe yet to Irritate the Soldier,  
To whom Cleomenes stands Precious.  1. Sen. 
I know not what to think.  2. Sen. 
Think no more, let the gods play their Game out;  
They are wise, and Mankind is their mockery:  
But we loose time; I am for Timoleous Tomb.  1. Sen. 
The Scene of our whole Fate lies there.  2. Sen. 
I wait upon you.  Exit. Enter Damocles, Cleomenes, Hugo, Colonel Strato, Alexius, and Proclus. Dam. 
The Place I have confirmed, is but an earnest  
Of that great debt is owing to your Services:  
You have made my Son a Soldier Cleomenes;  
He cannot fail of Victory, that lives  
Near the example of so much Honor.  Cleo. 
I have performed my Duty, All above it,  
Sir, is your Bounty.  Dam. 
But is Timandra within his Train of Captives?  
Heir to the great Numidian, King Ophella, whose unquiet  
Arms kept us so much in Action.  Cleo. 
But his fall procured you many Victories.  Dam. 
A Princess of much Beauty by my Son's  
Description, so much excellency of Person  
And bravery, I guess there's something in't,  
Beside the naked Story: He does write as  
He were prompted by Affection.  Cleo. 
His Deportments have been fair to her,  
And like himself.  Dam. 
We shall see this Wonder.  
But what's the Moor he talks off?  Cleo. 
A person of no mean Extraction,  
That came to show his Valour in her Cause,  
Whom the impatient Courage of your Soldier  
Compelled to wait upon Timandra's Fortune,  
And fills a place now in her Train.  Dam. 
'Tis well Cleomenes: The present state  
Of things requires you, take possession  
Of the Castle, where I shall soon give you a visit:  
I have trusted you with Siracuse, and myself.  Cleo. 
To both I shall be faithful, Sir.—  [Exit Cleo. Dam. 
What think'st thou of him Hugo?  Hug. 
You have done wisely to Secure him thus;  
This will Cajole the Citizens.  Dam. 
How now Gentlemen?  
I thought you would have waited on Cleomenes  
To his new Charge: Your looks are Sullen: Ha!  
This shows like an Affront to me; as you  
Meant to dispute the Justice of my Fa●vour●.  Col. Str. 
We know Cleomenes is a Noble Gentleman,  
And think your Excellence hath not been sparing  
In your Reward: We hope you do remember,  
We have fought for you too; In all your Fortunes  
Showed both our Love and Courage.  Dam. 
Now I see, and pity your Envies; you're not wise:  
Can you remember this, and think I can  
Forget my Veteranes, to whose constant Valour  
I owe my Growth, my Glories, and myself?  
You cannot lose mein a Wilderness:  
Though you should make no pursuitafter me,  
It would become my Care to find you out,  
To honour and reward you; and in confidence  
That you are still the same Men that dare Execute  
When I command: This day I have determined  
The Harvest of your Fortunes.  Col. Alex. 
We dare Execute whatever you Command.  Dam. 
Hugo, the List; acquaint 'em with my purpose;  
Tuou art fit to be a Minister of State.  
I will peruse their Faces.  Hug. 
Can you read Colonels?  Col. Alex. 
Dost make a question?  Hug. 
I cannot tell, 'tis not in your Commissions.  
You must be acquainted with these Names: They're Men  
That must (Where sits the wind?) be knocked o' th' Head,  
And your work's done; all but examining,  
What Bags, Plate, Jewels, and such Tristes, they  
Have at Home. I cut out this work for you.  Proc. 
Excellent witty Hugo, thy designs oblige us all.  Hug. 
When you have done, I look for my Reward.  
Sir, the Officers are very Reasonable, and will do my thing  
You shall command— For their own good.  [to Damocles. Dam. 
Their Smiles assure my Happiness, and their own;  
Which shall grow uplike Twinns.  Hug. 
If any will go off civilly and Compound—  Col. Str. 
What shall's do with 'em?  Dam. 
Give 'em Wings, to fly to any Region  
Of the Air, or Earth, so we be rid of 'em.  
This day I lay all down, and like the Sun  
Set in my Evening Cloud: But yet may Rise.  Hug. 
Or my Astrology fails.—  Poroc. 
More bright and glorious.—  Dam. 
That to the gods and you.—  [Exit Damoe. Hug. 
You must not be drunk till the work be done.  
But hark you Gentlemen: You are to Act great things,  
where's your Commission to Secure you?  Str. 
That's true.  Hug. 
When you have done this dangerous Service; Where's  
Your Order to defend you from the Gallows!  Str. 
My thoughts were so taken up with the Hope  
Of Plunder, I minded no Security.  Hug. 
I must provide for you all: 'Tis here then  
Under the General's hand: This is your Commission  
Peremptory, d''ee mark? This you must do,  
And more you may do: For many things  
Are left to your own discretions.  Colonel. 
As how?  Hug. 
If in that Company, or as you March, you see  
Any man, whose Look, Fashion, or Beard, you  
Like not; 'Tis enough to make him a Delinquent,  
And qualify him for a Composition.  Colonel. 
Most ingenious Hugo: We are all bound to thee.  Hug. 
I shall see that by my Share in your Plunder.  [Exeunt omnes. Enter Demaratus and Calanthe. Cal. 
You tell me wonders, Sir.  Dem. 
Let me Repeat 'em Madam.  
This day will Damocles deliver up  
His guilty Greatness, and lay by his Sword,  
Hath been so fatal to your Family,  
I am transported with my Hopes, and Prophecy;  
The hour approaches Madam, when you may,  
Like a bright Star (too long Eclipsed) Advance  
Your glorious Head, and wear upon your Brow,  
Those Beams, that best become your Name and Birth;  
Daughter and Sister to a King.  Cal. 
Alas! both those Relations cease; my Father's dead,  
And my dear Brother drowned.  Dem. 
Yet still you are Calanthe,  
Next of Blood, for whom the Stars  
Have finished their Consult to make you happy.  Cal. 
By Damocle's Reign? call home your Reason  
My Lord, you gave me a preservation,  
When my misfortune knew not how to find,  
Or parallel in Story, a more sad Image,  
Than mine did Represent. Do not undo  
That goodness you have wrought by wishing me:  
Believe, there can be truth or hope in Damocles  
At this time, when Success Courts him abroad,  
And not a breath at home so bold, to murmur  
At his Ambition, now lay down his Power?  
He will sooner part with his right Arm.  Dem. 
When I remember, Madam, who you are,  
And what your Royal Brother suffered; 'tis  
A fair excuse, if you admit not this  
To your belief. We all knew him a Villain:  
But what's all this, if heaven have now decreed  
He shall be a Convert?  Cal. 
Till the Earth witness it,  
For whom 'tis partly meant, let us not throw  
Nature and Reason off, the greatest Argument  
You can assign, is, that he has advanced  
Cleomenes to so great a Place of Trust.  
A person of much Honour, and by fate  
Employed at Carthage, when the Flames broke out  
At home, in whose black Clouds my Brother Vanished.  
A man of the best Race of the Nobility,  
Whose Valour hath endeared him to the Soldiers,  
And rather of the Generals Fear than Choice,  
Called to the Power, which he can soon take off.  Dem. 
You are too full of Jealousy.  Cal. 
My Lord, you must not to Timoleon's Tomb;  
My soul presages, it will prove the Scene  
Of some black Tragedy.  Dem. 
Hear me, Madam.  Cal. 
I know 'tis your Affection joined with Duty  
(That flatters you with Hope to see me prosper)  
Invites you from me: But I'll not consent  
To lose you so; my Father, Brother, all  
My cruel Stars have left me.  Dem. 
I could chide your busy fears: To wave my  
Resolves now, were to be false to you and to my Country:  
The Gods and Justice call me; and you, Madam,  
To expect the Glories that your Blood doth challenge.  
Which I shall timely urge, when Damocles  
Lays down his Interest in the State and Army,  
And when your Name is mentioned.—  Cal. 
Still I fear.  Dem. 
Prepare for news Madam, to cure the tremblings  
Of your affrighted Heart. They stay for me;  
permit me to Kiss your Hand.  Cal. 
Since there's no Remedy.—  Dem. 
You are gracious to dispense.  [Exit. Dem. Cal. 
Farewell my honest Lord; my soul divines  
We have had our last meeting in this world:  
'Tis time to call a Counsel of my thoughts,  
I am lost else.—  (Exit. Cal. Enter Officers solemnly, one after another, carrying a Sword, and other Arms of the General 's Commission upon a rich Cushion, a Page before Damocles, attended by Hugo and others. Dam. 
Hugo, How dost like this Ceremony?  
Do not I look now like a walking Hearse?  Hug. 
Most rarely; but 'twere fit you made a halt,  
You will arrive too soon, before the Knaves  
Be all met at the Tomb: A thin Convention  
Will spoil the sport, I always loved to see  
Full Audience in the Theatre; 'tis the credit  
And glory of an Action, and I must  
Applaud your Brain for this Design, who might  
Have done your business without half this trouble.  Dam. 
There's the Delight, the mischief is my Luxury:  
To Raise 'em high, then Crush 'em in their Swelling.  
I do not wish myself Born to the Inheritance  
Of this great Island: Hang long Pedigrees,  
Titles of Blood, and empty Fables of  
Our Ancestors: A Ladder by which Fools  
And Changelings may ascend to greatest Empires,  
I will create a Claim to every Kingdom  
Within my Reach: It speaks the greater Power;  
And frights a Nation, which should be used  
To terror, lest their saucy pride and ease  
Make cheap the Person of their Sovereign.  Hug. 
How every thing becomes you? We arrive  
Timely: Do you not hear a Noise and Outcry  
I' th' Temple; Sir, the Gates are spread: So, so,  
The Soldiers have been at it.  The Scene Timoleon's Tomb, where things appear in some confusion, the Soldiers knocking down Senators, and some are carried off wounded. Dam. 
Whether most Reverend Fathers?  Hug. 
Sir, the press of People is so great expecting  
Your Excellency, that these venerable Gentlemen  
Did faint for want of Air; and are  
Now led forth to Breath.— their Last.  [Aside. Dam. 
Alas! Convey 'em gently to a Refreshing.  2. Sen. 
Impudence! 'Tis thy Treachery: Expect  
A black Reward.  1. Sen. 
Dost thou not fear a Thunderbolt?  
Officers. March, March on.  Exeunt Senat. Hug. 
Those that remain are your own Creatures Sir,  
And most of 'em my Cuckolds, their Wives,  
Shall bear me witness.  [Aside. Dam. 
They Represent a Counsel of the Gods.  Hug. 
Had they all Provinces in Heaven, they would  
Resign 'em to you, and be damned to serve you.  Dam. 
Grave, honoured Gentlemen,  
True Patriots and Preservers of your Country,  
Whose Bosom was late panting, and her Check  
Pale with the loss of Blood, the Punic Sword  
Had Ravished from her: I come not to shake you  
With Terrors of new War, nor to ask Pay  
For your bold Soldiers, by whose Valour you  
Enjoy your Shade: Sleep quietly, and Foes  
Abroad calm as the Dust that covers 'em:  
At home no Relic of the public Enemy  
That filled your Streets with blood. Young Cleander  
Is out of Capacity to give You  
Alarum in this World, unless he can,  
After so long a sleep i'th' Waves, break from  
His gloomy habitation, and his Sister  
(In herself inconsiderable were she alive)  
Hath to my knowledge been long since a Tenant  
To her cold Grave in this Conjuncture of  
Affairs; your weary General  
Doth at your feet lay down his Sword, and all  
That power to Act you gave him.  1. Sen. 
How's this?  2. Sen. 
It must not be Sir.  [The Senators rise. Hug. 
So, so; they are perfect I see, and he dissembles  
To my own Heart: The Devil cannot match him.  [Aside. Dam. 
It remains only that I humbly beg  
(Grave Fathers) your consent, that I may now  
(There being no further use of me, already  
Tired with the careful conduct of your Arms,  
Retreat into a private life, and spend  
My rest of days in Prayer, that you may live  
A flourishing State.  3. Sen. 
Will you desert us then;  Dam. 
Good Heaven avert so foul a Thought: I shall  
Be near you still, and after refreshment,  
If danger dare approach, at your first call  
Take up my Sword again, and in your Cause  
Give up my Life, your Safety, or your Sacrifice.  1. Sen. 
However your great soul will not allow  
A sense of danger, Sir we are not safe,  
If you will not resume your Sword and Power,  
I speak the General Vote.  2. Sen. 
You do not Sir  
(With pardon of your Gravity) Reach  
What we most desire: In justice Sir  
To your great prudence of so eminent Valour  
To which we owe our Lives, our Liberties,  
And what else we enjoy. We humbly pray  
You would exchange the Title of our General,  
And take from us the offer of a Kingdom.  
The Crown cannot be placed upon a Head  
So much deserves it.  Hug. 
Thou Boy!  3. Sen. 
As it were,  
Ingratitude in us to Court your Virtue  
With any less Oblation: So it will be  
The great Unhappiness within our Fate  
If you refuse it. Sir, in mine, you hear  
The Breach of all.  Omn. 
All, All.  Hug. 
Now must he Cant a little.  [Aside, Dam. 
I do not understand you Gentlemem,  
Pray speak-agen.  Hug. 
He cannot hear't too often.  3. Sen. 
Here we divest ourselves of Power and Name  
Of useless Senators, and all Bow to you.  
As humble Subjects.  2 Sen. 
All ready with our persons to attend,  
And declare it to the People.  Dam. 
You amaze me Gentlemen; Collect your Wisdoms,  
I am consumed already with less Cares,  
Too feeble to sustain a Crown (I think,  
With pardon you did Name the Word.) My sleeps  
Under that little Province I enjoyed  
Before were thin; and those poor slumbers full.  
Of Trouble and Distraction: 'Twill be justice,  
That under such a Weight I never sleep;  
So much will the Concernment of my Cares,  
For you oblige me to perpetual waking?  
I dare not Gentlemen give Entertainment  
To such ambitious Thoughts, Among yourselves  
How many worthier men to sit at Helm,  
Not one in all this Circle but is qualified,  
To Guide a Nation: I have no Name,  
No Birth, no Images: Nothing in Annals  
To speak the Glory of one Predecessor:  Sen. 
This is your modesty, which cannot be  
Greater than the Necessity upon us  
To live under a Royal shade: You have  
An influence upon him: pray Sir speak:  Hug. 
You hear what Necessity there is:  
You'll break their hearts if you deny'm.  Dam. 
Gentlemen, Vouchsafe me  
But some few Hours to Consider.  Hug. 
Hours? They will be dead within this half hour  
If you refuse it. Pity the Venerable Gentlemen:  
Observe they Weep, and I do melt to see'em.  Dam. 
I cannot stand the storm of this Affection,  
Do with me what you please: Although you make  
Me King, I hope I may take leave to Call  
Myself your Servant in my Heart, and study  
By all the duties of a Prince—  1. Sen. 
We are all satisfied.  2. Sen. 
Sir we all wait on you,  
And think our Happiness Incomplete, till  
We hear the Voice of all the Citizens,  
O●t noise the Trumpets at your Coronation  
With long live Damoeles King of Sicily.  Dam. 
The works done.  [A shout within Hug. 
Hark the noise is Catching.  Dam, 
He that Aspires, must know no Conscience.  
I see 'tis easier to be great then good:  
Some Trees thrives best whose: Roots are warmed in Blood.  Exeunt omnes.   

Actus Secundus.  Enter Hugo, Strato, Proclus. Hug. 
COme let me see your Bills of Mortality: How many  
Have died this week of the Bloody Sweat?  [Reads. 
Three Senators knocked o'th'Head at Timoleons  
Tomb, and four in the Street for not holding  
Their peace; Six Senators drowned, thrown  
From a Precipice into the Sea. Two and twenty buried alive.  
How buried alive?  Pro. 
Why, these were Totally plundered, or Compounded  
At so high a Rate for their Liberty; they must  
Starve presently; Which we call burying alive.  Hug. 
That's right: Well Gentlemen, I have been  
Studying for you, and have found out more Employment,  
Unless your Conscience have enough, and in that want  
Of wit have an inclination to live Honest.  Stra. 
You have better thoughts of us.  Pro. 
What is't dear Sir?  Hug. 
Observe me: I will procure you Commissions  
When you please to talk witty Treason.  Stra. 
Thank you; and so when the State please we may  
Be ingeniously hanged for't.  Hug. 
You're dull Officers, and do not Reach the Knack;  
Yet I'll tell you: You shall insinuate into  
The Company of discontented Persons.  Pro. 
So, Sir.  Hug. 
You will have the Wit to choose men of a sound  
Kidney; that have Estates I mean, and can  
Endure to bleed in the Metal Vein.  Stra. 
What then: We understand this.  Hug. 
Comply with they're discourses, and Humour every  
Complaint upon this turn of State: Aggravate  
The Insolence of the Court, the want of Trade  
In the City, and the heavy oppression of the People.  
Can't Weep, Drink with'em, Wind up  
Their pity into Anger, and with the t'other Cup  
Pinch up their Anger into Curses of the present  
Government: After you see'em Ripen with some  
Impertinent Cautional Parenthesies, which you  
Must use (As I hope their's none but Friends)  
Whisper a Health to the Confusion of the Usurper.  Stra. 
To his Confusion? Good, and what Follows?  Hug. 
When this is done, or so much as Opportunity  
Will give way too: Embracing some One affectionately,  
Dropping into a melancholy posture, Call the Drawer  
And pay all the Reckoning.  Stra. 
We pay it all?  Hug. 
By any means you must seem honourable: their's  
The Trapan, it will create their Confidence to other  
Meetings, to which they may invite more  
Of the forlorn Tribe, and perhaps beget a design,  
Or some Engagement for the Cause: To be short,  
When you have wrought the business to a Height,  
Or Schrew'd'em into an Action; send for Soldiers  
At the next Guard: Charge'em confidently with  
High Treason, and bring'em before me.  Pro. 
But they may Recriminate upon us.  Hug. 
Where are your memories? You shall have a Commission  
To be Knaves, talk Treason cum privilegio, like good  
Subjects to find our the States Enemies: and if they  
Escape climbing the Tree for't, their Estates shall Suffer.  
Out of which shall be defalked large sums for your  
Honest Services: And what harm's in all this Now?  Stra. 
None in the world most ingenious Hugo.  [Exeunt. [They embrace him. Pro. 
Admirable Hugo.  Enter Calanthe disguised. Cal. 
Farewell Demaratus; and Farewell Calanthe,  
For I am lost too although I walk thus  
In this thin shadow that doth shroud my Being,  
Compelled by Tyranny of my Fate like some  
Vessel distressed to shift all Sail, and stand  
What Winde● are pleased to Blow: Nothing is left now,  
But in this Cloud to attempt Cleomenes:  
Whose Faith must either guide my Will to live,  
Or his neglect lead me a nearer way.  Enter a Servant to Cleomenes. 
To death; Sir, do you serve my Lord Cleomenes  Seru. 
Or I am paid to no purpose.  Cal. 
I'll not examine that: pray give him knowledge,  
A Gentleman desires to speak with him.  Seru. 
To avoid impertinent Errands, I'll consider  
Whether your business may be worth his Trouble or no.  Cal. 
That's out of your Commission (I suppose) to Judge.  Seru. 
Young Gentleman, you are mistaken, in such Cases  
As yours, I have heard and determined myself: Hum!  
The Governor is at this Time is engaged to Serious Business.  Cal. 
I know yours then: Here— prithee acquaint him  
That I wait.  [gives money. Seru. 
Cry you mercy, Sir: I find your Business Weighty.  [Exit. Cal. 
I tremble at myself before I see him.  
What if this Lord should now prove false?  
Since Friendship but too often follows Fortune,  
Perhaps he is involved to Act which those  
That Rule; and neither Will, nor Dares beyond it.  
Where am I then? And which is worse than all  
Accounts of Danger, should he when I am known  
Give up my Honour, or my Life, to gratify  
The Tyrant's Lust!  Enter Cleomenes. 
'Tis He: His looks are troubled, but I see no  
Line within his Face to doubt his honour.  Cleo. 
With me Sir?  Cal. 
Sir, I have a business to you of great Concern.  
A Secret too not fit for every Ear.  Cleo. 
Withdraw.  [Exit Servant. Cal. 
I am a stranger to you, and perhaps  
You may want Faith to Credit my Relation  
At first; but when you have heard me out—  Cleo. 
Proceed.  Cal. 
It is believed in Siracuse that a Sister  
To the late King (by name Calanthe) 's dead.  Cleo. 
Calanthe! 'Tis so, or at least this Island  
Contains her not: But grant her dead.  Cal. 
I must not.  Cleo. 
How?  Cal. 
Sir, She is living: to my knowledge, living:  
I know upon what Bosom I Repose  
This Trust: You have been held a noble Lord,  
And Friend to Innocence.  Cleo. 
I Smell a Snare.  [Aside. 
The Devil is at work already, But  
He shall find me Armed: To your knowledge living?  
Young man, if thou canst make this clear, and that  
The Person thou hast named by any Art  
Of thine may be invited hither, Ask  
Thy own reward: The King shall thank the for't,  
To whom thou canst not do a service more  
Acceptable: and I shall think it Happiness  
By thy Consent to be an instrument.  
To settle his unquiet Thoughts. Calanthe,  
After so strict an inquisition  
Brought to our Hands? No Reward can be enough.  Cal. 
Reward, for What?  Cleo. 
Betraying to our Justice the Person of Calanthe.  Cal. 
Oh my Heart! My Fears are come about.  Cleo. 
Where is she? Speak: I will command a Guard  
To wait upon her.  Cal. 
Command all the Furies.  
I am mistaken, you are not Cleomenes,  
Upon whose Heart I durst have laid my Soul,  
Whose Fame was never Stained with a dishonour:  
You are some Monster of the Time: Good Heavens,  
Why do you allow him such an honest Face?  Cleo. 
How's this? You will discover  
Where this fair Lady is?  Cal. 
Not to Redeem thee  
From that dark place thy Soul is meant for, Hell;  
Though I am young I have Fortitude  
Above thy malice, and give myself  
A Sacrifice to Virtue with more ease  
Than thou canst name it: I already see  
My confidence hath betrayed me to a Man  
That hath sold all the Honour of his Family  
To buy the Favour of a bloody Tyrant.  Cleo. 
Be not so loud.  Cal. 
Be you less impious, good Heaven!  
Open thy Azure Curtain and permit  
My Brother's Soul to look down to see me now  
Bleeding and panting, at the Feet of once  
His Friend Cleomenes. Do not think bad man  
One tear of these speaks any grief to die,  
But to have found thee false: Here, Take Calanthe,  
And carry her a Triumph to the Rage  
Of your new Master.  Cleo. 
There's tremblings in my blood: Calanthe! ha!  
Though sorrows have endeavoured to destroy  
Her Beauty; She retains enough to make me  
Believe she lives: 'Tis the distressed Princess,  
Howe'er that Habit would Obscure her.  
Madam, (for I dare call you so) admit  
Cleomenes to your Charity and forgive me.  
We either seemed ourselves: You for your safety,  
And I suspecting a design upon me  
From Damocles Agents.  Cal. 
Are you honest then?  Cleo. 
And shall be ever: Madam, my Eyes cannot  
Be weary of this Happiness to see you.  Cal. 
And dare you Sir protect me? I am too blame  
To tempt you with a Care of my Distress  
That have been fatal to those Hands preserved me:  
Honest Damaratus, If I drop a Tear when  [Weep. 
I do mention him, you'll be so kind  
To excuse me, and to pardon my Rash Language▪  Cleo. 
Dare protect you Madam?  
For your sake I will dare the worst of Fortune,  
And Act what Honour can expect or dictate:  
I think it a high Favour from the Gods,  
And could even bless the miseries that brought you,  
But prudence will be necessary, till  
Things Ripen to your Freedom and just Merit.  Cal. 
You may own me as Page.  Cleo. 
It will be safe.  Cal. 
I shall observe my distances.  Cleo. 
Ha!  Enter Hugo. Hug. 
The King is come to Visit you.  Cleo. 
It is a grace to his unworthy Servant.  Enter Damocles attended. Dam. 
Let one ascend the Platform of the Castle, and  
Give me notice when they approach the City.  
Cleomenes, I am come to bid a joy  
To your new Government.  Cleo. 
You are ever bountiful.  [pns spies Calanthe. Dam. 
Hugo, What pretty Boy is that?  Hug. 
I know not Sir, a very handsome Face, but if  
you have a mind to have a Boy, know a Face  
Will tempt you.  Dam. 
Cleomenes, What Youth is that?  Cleo. 
A Page of mine.  Dam. 
A very pretty Boy, he shall wait on me.  Cal. 
Defend me Goodness.  [Aside. Dam. 
Come hither pretty Youth,  
What's thy Name.  Col. 
I am called Polydore.  Cleo. 
'Tis well he asked not me.  [Aside. Enter Alexins. Alex. 
Sir, The Prince Dyonisius and the Army are now  
Marching within clear view of the City.  Dam. 
Alexius and the rest Rid forth to meet 'em,  
Salute my Son from me, and test him it is my Will  
So soon as he Reach the Outworks of the City, that He  
And the Prisoners of greatest Quality attend me here  
I'th'Castle, the rest Rendezvouz without the Walls  
Till further Order: I'th'mean time, I'll take  
Some prospect of their March.  Exeunt Damoc. And Alexius Cal. 
What can secure me now?  Cleo. 
Madam, I'll send one to convey you hence.  Cal. 
And what will you do then?  Cleo. 
So you be safe, Let all the lives of Danger  
Meet here, and centre in my Heart.  Cleom. officers to go off. Cal. 
My Lord come back, and hear me; I have thought a way.  Cleo. 
Things must not be delayed; Oh speak it.  Cal. 
It may preserve us both, till some kind Star  
Smile on us: Come, you shall present me to him.  Cleo. 
I will present this sooner to my Heart.  [Points to his Sword. 
Did you propose Cleomenes your Defence  
From the fierce Tiger, and do I hear you  
Bid me now give you up his prey: Did you  
So late accuse me in your Jealousy  
Of my lost Faith, and after so few minutes  
Advise me to betray you?  Cal. 
Alas, my Lord,  
There is necessity, I must be undone;  
And let me choose my Way.  Cleo. 
Consider better.  Cal. 
I have to keep the safe, who by denial  
Of this small gift mayst draw his Rage against thee,  
And ruin both.  Cleo. 
And I'll be rash as Passion to Oppose it.  Cal. 
Will that help me in such a straight: who must  
Upon his least Command be compelled from you.  
Your Courage is not now my Friend: there is  
No time for more dispute: By all thy love,  
By thy own Duty, as thou lov'st my Life  
And Honour I command thee.  Cleo. 
I am charmed to Obedience, Madam.  Cal. 
I have not Suffered to that Height of misery  
To throw off all Hopes in Providence: This  
Will confirm thee in the Tyrant's thoughts, who may  
Suspect me else a Woman, and perhaps  
The same thou wouldst preserve: He is  
Returned, be Confident.  Enter Damocles and Hugo. Dam. 
Now my good Lord— Ha! still methinks that Boy.  
Is full of Beauty: wilt thou change thy Master?  Cleo. 
He cannot Sir, but be ambitious of it,  
And I am proud if you accept him from me.  Dam. 
He shall be my Page:  
Thou hast too good a Face to be a Boy.  Cal. 
You make me over happy— This talk frights me.  [Aside. 
If any blessed Spirits be designed  
To guard poor Mortals, let'em Hover here  
Calanthe's Aid.  Hugo. 
I'll search him if you please.  Dam. 
No 'tis a Boy.  Hugo. 
Would I were sure of a Female with no worse,  
Face for this night's Bed-fellow.  Enter Dyonisius, Alexius, Strato, Dion. Scrophilus. 
Sir, The Prince.  Dam. 
Welcome to Siracuse my Son, and to  
Thy Father's best embrace, who thinks no Blessing  
Can drop from Heaven so welcome, as to Hear  
Thou hast a Name in War.  Dio. 
Sir, I must Owe  
To Heaven, and your great Precepts what hath made me  
Seem worth your Favour; and next them a Debt  
We must acknowledge to Cleomenes,  
Whose Counsel, and Example made us Fortunate.  Dam. 
Again my thanks to you Sir: But where is  
The Queen Timandra? and the more you charactered  
So brave an Enemy? I desire to see'em,  
Attend'em hither.  Enter Timandra and the Moor with Attendants. 
The Treasures of the East can't afford  
So rich a Present. Madam, you are welcome.  
She weeps, and yet looks fair as doth the Face of Day,  [She weeps. 
When it's washed with morning Dews.  
Madam, I hope my Son hath made no forfeit  
Of his Honour, Since you left your Cowtry  
Under his Conduct.  Tim. 
Your Son hath used me honourably, abating what  
The Laws of War oblige him too: You can't  
Bar the Resentment of my own condition,  
That thus contributes to your Triumph;  
A Queen, your Prisoner.  Dam. 
Nothing can have here:  
The face of a Confinement to your Person,  
Your are Queen Timandra still; and let me tell you  
So far from being a Prisoner, that you have made  
Yourself a Conquest.  Tim. 
How?  Dam. 
A Victory of me, by those fair Eyes;  
So that what Spoil my Soldiers made within  
Your Kingdom, you have Revenged this very minute  
By making me the conqueror, your Captive.  Tim. 
I know not what this means.  Dam. 
It shall appear (if you will give a little  
Truce to your Passion, Madam) that you were  
Sent hither by the Gods to make you happy  
And greater.  Tim. 
Still beyond my Understanding,  
I cannot be more miserable: Death  
Hath not a sting beyond what now afflicts me.  Dam. 
Be wise and tame those Fears: Nothing is meant  
Here, but your Honour and a Liberty  
Beyond what you enjoyed: The Crown you wear,  
If you but smile shall have a double Lustre,  
And call to it another bright Companion;  
This Island to Obey you.  
Dionisi. Oh my Fate!  
He Courts her: Have I for this  
Stifled my thoughts of Love so long, in Hope  [Aside. 
To gain him for my Advocate? and do I hear  
His passionate Addresses?  [Aside. Tim. 
Now I conclude you mock me Sir, this shadow  
You have in your pocession, but my Soul  
Can never be your Captive  Clea. 
Brave Timandra.  [Aside. Dam. 
In this Angelique form I see you have  
The passion of a Women: You are Angry,  
When you have better thought upon't you may  
Call in this cold neglect, and think me worthy  
Your highest Favours:— Son, you may attend the Queen,  
Call back that Moor: your Name?  Exit Dionysius. and Timandra. Clea. 
Hiarbas.  Dam. 
Your Condition?  Clea. 
A Lybian born: my Extraction Honourable,  
I was bred up in King Ophella's Court,  
After whose death (before unripe for Action)  
It pleased the Queen to think me worthy of  
Her chief Command of Horse against your Army:  
How I behaved me in that Trust your own  
Soldiers inform you; I am now your Prisoner,  
Ready for Death or Ransom.  Dam. 
It may be in your own power to deserve  [Whispers [Exit Moor. 
Your Freedom: Think on't: Withdraw.  Enter Dionysius. Dionis. 
Sir, I have an humble Suit.  Dam. 
I must deny thee nothing: But defer it,  
I have something that is near me to Consider.  Dionis. 
Near you Sir, I am your Son.  Dam. 
Do you affect the Queen?  Dionis. 
'Tis in my Heart confessed: and Sir, I hope,  
You will consent to make me further happy.  Dam. 
Call in those thoughts, and be yourself Remove.—  [Exit Dion. 
I bid him be himself, and cannot Curb  
My own effeminate Passion.— Now she's gone,  
I am at ease: Why, how now Damocles?  
Hast thou beheld the Horror of a Battle?  
Stood all the danger of the Sea and Fire?  
Heard groans that shook the Dead unmoved and constant?  
And shall the magic of a Voice or Face,  
That perhaps owes its Beauty to a Pencil,  
Betray thee into paleness, and a fear  
Of every frown, and think it Happiness,  
If she but Counterfeit a Smile upon thee?  
Wake, wake, my Soul, and do thy noble Office  
Upon my Heart, that now is Shrunk and Creeping  
To be a Females Scorn. Who will Obey me,  
When I Un-king myself? Ha! I am armed  
Against her Charms: It is too like a Virtue  
To be Love: Who waits? Where is the Queen?  Enter Dionysius and Cleomenes leading the Queen by the Hand, with Cleander. 
The Devil has a Claw within me still.  [Starts at their Approach. 
There is some Witchcraft in her Eyes and person  
That softens me again— Dionysius.  
Now I commend thy prudence that dost offer  
With thy own Hand what is so precious to me.  Dionis. 
If you please, this may have other Application:  
I can Challenge no Affection from the Queen,  
But for your Kingdom I won't leave my  
Hopes, she may at last look kindly  
On my Intentions.  Dam. 
What if I love her?  
You will not be my Rival?  Dionis. 
With your pardon;  
If you be not Cruel to your Son,  
Deny me not what every Soldier looks on,  
The purchase of his Sword: She is my Prisoner▪  
The Law of Arms gives her to me,  Dam. 
Fool's will be Clerks before they Read: I blush at thee;  
The Law of Arms gives no propriety  
Of persons: when we make 'em Prisoners,  
The Ransom they may Challenge: If thou hast  
An Avarice so low it shall be paid thee.  
Cherish no other Hopes, lest I be angry.  Dionis. 
This my Reward?  Tim. 
Sir, I entreat, your Son may not, for his  
Civilities to me, meet with your Anger.  Dam. 
His best Regards to you became his Honour,  
I hope, you will not Frown on mine. I have  
This Madam only more to say; You shall  
But change your Palace for my Court, Which will  
Receive new Honour by your presence, Whilst  
I change the name of King to be your Servant.  Tim. 
This I expected not, and blush a little,  [Aside. 
To find myself deceived: I only pray,  
This noble Moor, whose Fate hath suffered much  
In mine, may have a part in your high Favour  
And Freedom.  Dam. 
Sir, you have it: Now, Madam, I'll wait on you.  Exeunt Dam. leading Tima. and Cleandra. Dionis. 
Cleomenes, hast thou Art to give a name to this Affront?  Cleo. 
I am sorry Sir to witness it, his passion won't last, pray let me follow you.  Dionis. 
My Lord, I have found your Love; lose not the King.  
O my enraged Soul beats to get forth:  [Cleom. goes off. 
It is too full of Flame to come abroad yet,  
But I must not grow old with this Dishonour,  
His Act hath disobliged my Blood, which will  
Admit no Calm, until by Force or Art,  
I tear the fair Timandra from his Heart.  [Exeunt.  

Actus Tertius.  Enter Cleander and Timandra. Clean. 
How shall I give my Grief a name that Live,  
And yet am worse than lost? misfortune never  
Declared me miserable, till this Hour.  
For while I Read bright Comforts in thy Eyes,  
See myself loved and promised to be once  
The happy Owner of thyself, and Virtue;  
I do Behold a Hand would Snatch thee from me.  Tim. 
It must be the cold Hand of Death. I promised  
My Love to you with such devotion,  
As with our last Breath gives up our Souls  
To Heaven: And those that dare lay Violence  
Upon our mutual Vows shall Reap the fruit  
Or nothing but their Sins.  Clean. 
Thou art excellently good: Perfection has  
No name in Nature large enough for thine,  
And what am I, to merit so much Goodness?  
Thou canst not choose but see how much I am  
A darkening to thy Lustre: every Smile  
Bestowed on me, is but a Sunbeam cast  
Upon a Rock, which cannot pay the Gift  
With any thing but Barrenness: The gods  
For foam offence are Angry all with me,  
So much, that 'twere a Sin almost to ask  
A kindness from above, for thee, lest they  
Punish thy Virtue for my sake.  Tim. 
Or yours rather for me.  Clean. 
My Stars have made a Faction in Heaven,  
And poisoned all the Influence of thine,  
Which else would be less cruel, and take thee  
Into their kinder Conduct. Is't not then  
A Justice to Remove me from thy Love?  
Then all thy Grief would Vanish soon with me,  
Or else command me to Act something for  
Thy sake, which in the doing may destroy me.  Tim. 
You do not think I can be so unkind  
To impose a danger upon you, whom I  
Have Begged of Heaven; and whose misfortunes I have  
Wept for as my Sins, and wished 'em wholly mine,  
So I might ease your Breast: You have forgot,  
I only Live in you, and when you die,  
Timandra is destroyed, I shall despise  
The Tyrant's Policy and Rage.—  Clean. 
Thou hast named the Reason,  
Why 'tis fit I should not Live.  Tim. 
To see my Constancy?  Clean. 
And what must follow;  
A constant persecution of thy Innocence.  Tim. 
'Tis Conquest that way to be Overcome:  
I am sure you won me so.  Clean. 
I know thy Blood will throw severe Disdains  
Upon this bold Usurper, who neglected,  
May by his Rage be prompted to more Wickedness,  
While I must be an idle Looker on.  
And See thy Goodness war against thy Safety,  
Like a tame Cipher, keep a place within  
Thy Breast, to increase the number, when thou hast  
A mind to sum thy Griefs.  
This is not all; thou art to Combat with  
Another Serpent of a softer mould,  
Perhaps more dangerous, when deceived his Son,  
When t' other cannot by his fiercer Nature.  
This may Attempt to catch thee with an Art,  
Betray thee with a Charm of seeming Innocence,  
And with Civilities attempt to Cheat,  
If possible, thy Virtue.  Tim. 
How I could chide you now: It is not well  
At this Time, when our Loves, our Lives, and Honours  
Are most concerned, and ask our wisest Counsel  
And strength to guard 'em, to take off our Courage,  
By numbering up our dangers; as if Death,  
Which sums them all, were more Considerable  
Than our own Honour to be armed against it.  Clean. 
Thou hast awaked  
My Soul and Reason: I have said too much,  
Which not Considered, Springing from my Love  
And Fear of thee, were above all Forgiveness.  
Thy pardon will Restore me to myself:  
Here I throw off my melancholy dream.  Tim. 
Heaven will have care of both.  Clean. 
Thy words are Prophecies.  Enter a Lady. Lady. 
Madam, the Prince Dionysius.  [Exit. Clean. 
It may advance something, if you speak kindly  
To the young Highness, who may be Honourably  
Preserved, and be of use to our Necessities:  
The gods allow us prudence.  [Exit. Tim. 
I'll withdraw.  Enter Dionysius. Clea. 
Your Highness humble Servant; I rejoice  
To see you cheerful Sir; the Queen was thinking,  
The late unkindness of your Father, might  
Have made too deep Imprission in your thoughts.  Dionis. 
'Twas an Affront shook my Obedience.— But you see  
I wear a quiet Face.  Clean. 
I see you can Retain, You filial Piety.  Dionis. 
I preserve  
My thoughts in their own purity to the Queen,  
And came to kiss her Hand.  Enter Timandra. Clea. 
She's coming forth.  
I'll leave you.  Dionis. 
Your near Relation may do me a Favour  
When I am absent, by some friendly mention.—  
I may deserve it.  Clean. 
You have already Sir.  [Exit Cleander. Dionis. 
Madam, it was not  
A want within me of that most Religious  
Esteem I owe to your person, that I did not  
show more of passion in my late Affront,  
And you concerned.  Tim. 
You showed a noble temper  
And piety to your Father.  Dionis. 
I hope Madam,  
You won't think my soul so much a Coward  
To quit the least thought of my Honouring you,  
The Pride and Glory of your Sex: I hold it  
A greater Blessing to call you Mistress, than him Father.  Tim. 
But with your Highness' pardon;  
Here's nothing of ill Consequence considered,  
Or to yourself or me: And dangers have  
But ill Invitements to Affection.  
Though you have made me Captive, I am not  
So weary of myself to wear new Chains.  
What is your Father's Court to me? A Prison,  
But with more Paint and Ornament: I take  
The Garden Air, sometimes the Fields, or Grove.  
But not without your Father, in whose absence  
I want not spies upon me: In each Chamber  
And Gallery: And this he calls by Liberty,  
And glorious Freedom: But you cannot help it.—  Dionisi. 
Madam, I came to tell you that I can  
And will, if you consent.—  Tim. 
To what,  Dion. 
To accept it as my Service and my Duty,  
I know you look upon me now with wonder,  
Forgive me, and forget I brought you hither  
To exercise the greatness of your Virtue,  
And when I kiss this sacred Hand, let it  
Bind like an Oath (that's sworn by all the Gods)  
I will not rest till you are free again  
Out of the reach and force of Siracuse  
In your own Kingdom; where your Subjects eyes,  
To see you again Surprised with your blessed presence,  
Shall weep their sudden joys, and die contented.  
Nay, in your own Court, Madam, where I found you,  
When you were praying unto stubborn Heaven  
That heard you not. If all this be not done  
By me, and ere the Sun three times Rejoice  
The world with Day, Conclude that I am dead.  
And one thing, Madam, more; I scorn to make  
A Price, or name my own Reward: when this  
Is perfect, you may please to think I loved you.  Tim. 
You have named such things Sir, (give me your pardon)  
I have not hope eneough to think'em possible;  
But such an Act would merit much.—  Dion. 
I must  
Seem calm and easy to my Father till  
It come to Action: the method is already  
Formed in my Brain: All that is good attend you.  [Exit. Enter Cleander. Clean. 
I am glad to see these Smiles aboard.  Tim. 
I have a story will concern our happiness  
This Dionysius may be noble.  Clean. 
I mainly doubt it, Madam: if the Devil  
Should spawn a Saint it would be wonderful.  Enter a Lady. Lady 
Madam, a young Gentleman from the King,  
Humbly desires Access.  Tim. 
We are interrupted;  
I guess upon what Embassy he comes: Please you,  
Withdraw.  Enter Calanthe. Clean. 
He's young and handsome; What great pity it is  
He should be a Knave so soon? But the Usurper  
Is cunning to engage such Innocent Faces,  
To abuse our fond Belief: How the Urchin throws  
His eyes upon me? As he would stare me  
Out o'th' Presence.  [Exit Cleander. Clean. 
Madam, I hope you will vouchsafe your pardon  
If no express a Service for your just  
Concerns, I beg a Freedom.  Tim. 
You attend the King?  Cal. 
Madam, I do, but am not now his Messenger.  Tim. 
I like it better.  Cal. 
Though I bring with me what is fit for Princes  
To hear, the Language of an humble Heart,  
That in the general interest to Virtue  
Comes to unlade itself, and do you service.  Tim. 
Thou givest thy business a spacious preface,  
And by thy looks it should be fair: But yet  
Sweet youth take heed the Court (thou com'st from) do not  
Instruct thee wrong: Thou servest a Master wise  
Enough to Teach.—  Cal. 
My attendance on the King, Madam, doth carry  
No early date, and if you dare believe me  
My time hath been to mourn, not to admire  
Transactions of the Court: Some tears I have wept,  
(Though a stranger to your Person) for your sake.  Tim. 
Prithee take off my wonder, and be clear:  
This Language would invite me to believe  
There were some Danger near.  Cal. 
I would give it a Name  
That should not fright you: for it is  
Within your choice, timely to scatter all  
Those hover Clouds that may involve you in  
Too late Repentance.  Tim. 
Still thou art obscure.  Cal. 
It is no secret in the Court; The King  
(For that he has made his Title now) does love you.  Enter Damocles. Dam. 
Ha! what makes that Boy here— I'll observe.  [He obscures Cal. 
And cherishes a hope by marriage  
To fix his never satisfied Ambition.  Tim. 
This is not thy Concernment.  Cal. 
But it will  
Be yours too soon, and justly may be mine  
Who have a Heart that inward bleeds to see  
So great a Queen, and more than great in Virtue  
Made a Tyrant's hopes.  Tim. 
Thy duty to the King obliges thee  
To wish him well although my Ruin Follow,  
Alas, I have no favours to Reward thee.  Cal. 
To serve your Virtue is above Reward,  
Save what Heaven gives.  Tim. 
This boldness wants example.  Cal. 
I confess it,  
And in that answers his impiety;  
You cannot choose but know it. Fame has not  
Yet lost his Tongue abroad, and it might reach  
Your ear: Or if you have not been so happy,  
'Tis not too late to tell you he is false  
To Heaven and all mankind: Within his Breast  
Dwells no ingredient of Love or Honour,  
And though he carry Bolsome in his Lip,  
'Tis to betray you at last a Sacrifice  
To his unruly Greatness.  Tim. 
I am a Queen.  Cal. 
But in a Tyrant's power, which knows no Law,  
When he has secured your Crown to his Ambition.  Tim. 
I have heard too much of him, he dares not Act  
A Violence, although I be his Prisoner.  Cal. 
He that durst act a Sacrilege upon  
His King, will think it but a petty Trespass,  
To bruise, or break a soft Heart, such as yours.  Tim. 
All this I know is Truth: But why from him!  [Aside. 
But that he speak so passionately the Vices  
Of this great man, I should believe I had  
A Rival, that obscured within that Habit:  
There's something more than my weak Eye can Reach,  
His words do speak a greater Soul, than what  
He seems to enclose.  Cal. 
I hope 'twill prosper: She seems to Resent it.  [Aside. 
Madam, I dare not trespass more upon you:  
I have discharged my duty to your merit,  
To Justice and to Heaven; And now I cast  
Myself on Providence for what must follow,  
If I have given a light to see the Danger,  
You might incur with this bad King, I am happy.  
But if my want of years or Eloquence,  
To clothe my Honest meaning better, make it  
Less acceptable, You may soon Revenge it,  
I have put a poor unworthy Life within  
Your Breath, which you may throw into the Air,  
Or call the Usurpers Cruelty to punish it.  
You shall see Madam, then, I fear not Death;  
And in my last devotions will pray,  
Heaven may forgive you.  Tim. 
Stay noble Youth, and  
Take my thanks: I know not when thou meanest  
To visit me again.  The King comes forth. Enter Strato and Proclus. Dam. 
Our Guard lay hold upon that Traitor; that Impudent  
Young Villain, Yes—  
He shall visit you, when he can crawl from t'other world.  Cal. 
My Stars have done their worst: be you perfect Madam.  Dam. 
Let his Tongue be cut out immediately.  Tim. 
Sir, I beseech you, let not your Anger fall  
With so much Cruelty.  Dam. 
Madam, though you have not merited so much  
If the Story be considered, to incline me  
To any mercy for him; Yet that part  
Of his punishment! Remit. Drag him to  
The Common prison till further Order—  
Stay, I have thought better on't.  
Carry him prisoner to the Castle, and tell Cleomenes,  
I have sent back his precious Page, but bid him,  
As he will stand clear in our Thoughts, look to him,  
And place him in some Dungeon, dark and deep enough,  
Where he may Howl unpitied: He may afford him  
The music of his Chains to make him merry.  Cal. 
And when you have done all your Cruelty,  
Death will, at last (spite of your Rage) Release me,  [Exit Calanthe and Officers. Enter Hugo: Stops, and goes off. Dam. 
Madam, you may be wise yet, to consider  
I honourably Court you: What is past,  
Is in your wisdom to Redeem by Smiles  
Upon your Servant; pray think timely Madam.—  [Exit. Enter Cleander, and observes Timandra going of weeping. Clean. 
Weeping? Shall I kill him now, and Oblige  
The world by taking off this hated Monster?  
Yet he spoke kindly when he parted from her.  [Exit Tim. [Enter Damocles. 
But he Returns.  Dam. 
Hiarbas: Nearer yet. You may Remember,  
I said 'twas in your power to deserve  
Your Liberty, and me your Friend: The way  
Is this: Use all your Interest or Art  
To make the Queen more soft to my desires.  Clea. 
How Sir?  Dam. 
I would have a marriage of our Crowns and Hearts.  
You understand?  Clean. 
I must acknowledge You much honour me,  
But Sir, you have chosen a weak Orator  
In the affairs of Love: I wish I had  
An Interest in the Queen so great to serve you  
To your own merit; but in what my Power  
Or Language can effect, in Reference to  
Your wishes, shall appear.  Dam. 
Thou art prudent: she has newly took the Gallery.  [Exit Clea. Enter Hugo again. Hugo, 
I thought our favours would have made you  
Be near us still: I wanted thee.  Hug. 
I was here within these Six minutes to attend you, Sir.  Dam. 
I saw thee not.  Hug. 
But I did you Sir, with the beauteous Queen,  
And knew my duty better, than to interrupt you  
When you are private with a Lady.  Dam. 
You can be a Courtier.  Hug. 
I have news for you.  Dam. 
What's that?  Hug. 
Your Son presents his duty to you.  Dam. 
My Son?  Hug. 
Yes, your obedient Son, as I have Ordered him,  
He begs your pardon, for his bold intrusion  
Upon the Queen Timandra's Love, he has  
Done with her.  Dam. 
Done with her? How?  Hug. 
He has disengaged her from his thought, and now  
Wisely foresees your Care and deep Contrivements  
Are for his good and Greatness, when it shall  
Please Heaven to call you hence, which I hope  
Will never be whilst I live Sir.  Dam. 
I thought he had been stubborn, and resolved  
An expedition far enough to tame him.  Hug. 
The People will not thank you, Sir, for that,  
They have no mind to part with him.  Dam. 
The People! Hang the shabbed multitude.  Hug. 
Oh! they love him Sir, and he is more endeared  
To their kind thoughts since his Return.  Dam. 
And I grow less, ha?  Hug. 
The more's the pity Sir.  Dam. 
But tell me Hugo.—  Hug. 
The many headed Beast will talk Sir,—  Dam. 
Of me?  Hug. 
I Sir, of you.  Dam. 
What dare they say?  Hug. 
E'en bad enough: They were ill before, but  
The bloody Nose you gave the Senate, Sir,  
Has turned their Tongues wild.  Dam. 
I must know what they say.  Hug. 
I beseech you do not: Do not desire to hear it.  
A pox upon 'em, what can you expect from Rogues  
And Rebels?  Dam. 
I have a prospect of their Hearts already;  
I know they love me not: But I do long  
To hear how the Slaves talk, and belch their poison:  
Come, Gi't me therefore in their own pure Vomit.  Hug. 
I am very unwilling: I know 'twill make you angry.  Dam. 
With thee? Do't I command thee, as thou lov'st me.  
But let me have no mincing of the Treason,  
Nor washing a fowl word; the Sports lost then,  
I'm in the Humour for't.  Hug. 
You know I am the Creature of your Smiles,  
And must obey when you Command; But—  Dam. 
There's no Retreat, Begin, now I am ready.  Hug. 
Why, Sir, the people call you a Bold Knave: Yes  
By my troth, which in their opinion is a worse  
Name than Traitor, and more suitable to  
Their understandings. They that would be  
Thought less Soluble in their own Tongues,  
Say, you are but an Usurper, and though you  
Have the luck to die in your Bed; nay, and may  
Have the liberty to stink in your Grave,  
Yet they hope before they die to make it a  
Holiday, and see you hanged after all this, to  
The great Comfort of the Nation. What Rogues are these?  Dam. 
The Rascals would be witty: On good Hugo.  Hug. 
Another says, the Flames you have kindled  
Can never be quenched, till some of your principal members  
Be committed to the Fire, The name  
Of your Quarters has been terrible; and therefore  
They wish, that every Post, that now carries  
A Libel, had also a Limb of you.  Dam. 
Good, Good.  Hug. 
For your Soul, they think the Devil will  
Scarce have any thing to do with it, though  
It be his due; lest your impudence should  
Outface him in his own Dominions, and by  
Some Faction and Conspiracy there, Cheat  
Him of his Kingdom, as you have done your  
Sovereign here.  Dam. 
Ha, Ha.  Hug. 
They say, beside other gifts, you have two Virtues  
Most remarkable: Pity, and Devotion.  Dam. 
'Tis well they will allow me any thing.  Hug. 
They say you can Out-weep the Crocodile, when  
You have the Humours to dissemble, and can eat  
Up any man's Heart with tears in your eyes  
For your devotion: the people never tremble more  
Than when you look upwards to Pray: Your days  
Of Humiliation are a certain preface to some  
Notable mischief: for if they scape a Tax, the  
Murder of some honest Men must follow: after  
Which you commonly Order a thanksgiving.  Dam. 
They observe me right Hugo: If they have any  
Malice left, a little more, 'tis excellent Mirth.  Hug. 
They that speak favourably of you, say you are  
A brave Villain: In conduct fortunate and full  
Of Courage, but all misapplied to serve your design  
Of enslaving a Kingdom, to Master a Crown,  
Which they say will show upon your Head, but as  
A brighter mark of your Rebellion, till your  
Noddle ache with the weight of it, and both fall  
From your shoulders in a great storm; In which  
They prophesy the Devil means to come, ere it be  
Long and fetch your Soul away.  Dam. 
A storm? I shall go off with loud music then,  
Ha, ha: So, so, let 'em talk on; and when their Breath  
Is spent, their Heirs may take up their quarrel  
And kill me in a Chronicle; where they shall read  
That all their Fathers were my slaves: Ha, ha,  
Farewell honest Hugo.  [Exit severally. Enter Parmenio and an old Servant. Par. 
And didst thou wait that day upon my Father  
At Timoleon's Tomb.  Seru. 
'Twas my last service Sir:  Par. 
Didst see him murdered too?  Seru. 
I saw your Father, the good Lord Demaratus  
On the Pile with other Senators,  
Bleeding his Life away, and with the first,  
Thought it my duty, though it were sad news,  
To acquaint you Sir by letter.  Par. 
And I find  
The story now confirmed: I am lost to all the World:  
No man dares own me but this poor old Servant.  
To my Father's death this Cruelty is added,  
That me they devoured alive: All that my Father  
And his old Predecessors had been gathering  
So many years to keep alive our Family;  
They have torn and Ravished from me.  
Why do I breathe this Air?  Enter Hugo at one door, at the other two Colonels, Calanthe, and a Soldier, leading her as a Prisoner. Hug. 
How now Colonels? Why in this posture?  Str. 
We are commanded to carry this young Traitor to the Castle.  Hug. 
I ever thought he was a Rascal: You were Cleomenes  
Page Sirrah, were you not? Well, I suspect  Hugo whispers with the Colo. 
That Lord too: But what has he done Colonels?  Seru. 
If I mistake not, those two Feather Caps  
Are of the military Tribe, that brought Commission to  
Plunder your Father's House Sir,  
And one of 'em quoited me out of the dinning Room.  Hug. 
I'll bear you Company,  
I cannot serve the State too much, I love to have  
My hand in every Treason.  Proc. 
You were ever active.  Parm. 
Leave me I charge thee.  [Exit Servant. Hug. 
What's he that comes confidently towards us?  Parm. 
I have an humble suit to you Gentlemen.  Hug. 
It may be so, but I use not to carry single money,  
And these Colonels have nothing but Gold about 'em.  Parm. 
I scorn your Charities, unless it be to kill me.  Stra. 
How kill thee? upon what acquaintance?  Parm. 
And to that I must have not consent, I'll show  
You Reasons, and then I know you'll do't.  Hug. 
Friend, your Reasons.  Parm. 
I was late Son to an unfortunate Senator.  Hug. 
Son of a Senator, That's somewhat: He deserves  
To be run through the shoulder for that: Look to  
The Prisoner; I do not like this despirate fellow.  Parm. 
My Father was murdered at Timoleons Tomb  
And by some marks given me, you may be two  
Of the Barbarous Villains.  Proc. 
The young man's Angry.  Hug. 
Look to the Prisoner I say.  Parm. 
I could not reach the City at an hour  
to die with him, but time enough to bear,  
That since his death, that Fortune, which his Care  
Meant mine, is seized upon▪ All my hopes lost,  
I have a Total Ruin.  Hug. 
What dost thou tell us of Ruins, and killing of thy  
Father? Come to the point: Tell us something of  
Consequence; We have other bnsiness to attend.  Parm. 
In short I must prevail with one of you to kill  
Me presently:  Hug. 
Art thou in earnest? Look to the Prisoner, I say.  Parm. 
By all my better hopes of tother World,  
I hate to live in this, Stripped of all Comforts.  
Who draws? I'll stand a fair mark for his Sword.  Hug. 
Sir, we have something else to do, then  
To kill a man that hath lost both his Friends  
And his Fortune: you must 'en live till you die,  
If you had had the luck to have been with your Father,  
These Gentlemen would have done you Reason.  
But now the State is satisfied, and for aught  
I see, you must live a little longer, unless you will  
Be impatient, and hang yourself.  Pro. 
We do not use to exceed our Commissions Sir.  Parm. 
Why then my Sword shall try what I can force.  Hugo. 
Look to the Prisoner. Ah!  
They fight: Calanthe runs away,  
The Soldiers follows her.  Enter Cleomenes. Cleo. 
Ha! I have known that Face,  
'Tis Demaratus' Son.  Hug. 
Hold! I am a naked man: One of you kill him at my  
Peril, I'll save you harmless; Here's a mad fellow  
Indeed, O my Lord Cleomenes save me, defend me, there's  
An impudent Rogue, he calls himself  
The Son of a Senator, set upon us,  [Two Colonels. 
Myself and another Soldier  Cleo. 
Not to have robbed you?  Hug. 
No, no, the Rascal had a plot to have his own  
Throat cut; and because we would not do him the Courtesy,  
Like a Brazenfaced Fellow, he set upon four on's.  Cleome. 
What's become o'th' Colonels?  Hug. 
Nay, nay, he has killed 'em for aught I know.  Cleo. 
These are the men  
Of mighty noise and Husk, when there's no danger,  
Most nimble at a Throat, when they are numerous.  [Hugo looks about him. 
But leaves tremble not more in a Rough Wind,  
Than they to Guard themselves, when they are called  
Upon the Account of Honour.  Hug. 
He's here again.  Enter Parmenio with his Sword drawn, and puts it up. Parm. 
It is the Lord Cleomenes.  Cleom. 
Come hither desperate Gentleman.—  [Whispers. Hug. 
Ask him what he hath done with the two Field  
Officers? Thank Heaven Sirrah, I had no Sword,  
As I do heartily: I think it saved my Life, I had  
Been paid else: I am in a sweat to think whether I  
should have gone if he had killed me.  Cleo. 
So, no more, the Colonels made their retreat fairly;  
He did not know your Person and Employment  
And does ask pardon for the Fright he put you to.  Parm. 
I humbly beg your pardon to my passion:  
The memory of my undoing was too fresh within me.  
Alas I was transported with rage, more for  
My Fortune then my Father, and I am.—  Cleo. 
Of our own Principles, and for the Cause, which made  
His Father send him to Travail.—  Hug. 
Says your Lordship so? But Sir he has Rescued a  
Young Villain that was sent hither by the  
King's command to be your Prisoner.  Parm. 
I rescue a Prisoner? Whom? or When?  Hug. 
That did you Sir, you were weary of your life before:  
Now the Law shall hang you to your own Hearts desire.  Parm. 
Upon my life I know not what he means.  Hug. 
The thing that was your Page my Lord: O he's  
Proved an impudent young Traitor.  Cleo. 
Ha! What has he done?  Hug. 
Nay, I know not.—  Enter the Soldier leading Calanthe. 
'Tis he: by good Fortune he is recovered: honest Soldier  
Look for a reward: my Lord, it is  
The King command you, put this Rogue into a Dungeon.  Cleo. 
'Tis she, my Heart dares not look forth.—  [Aside. Hug. 
He shall want no Charge I warrant him. I am  
Sorry he had no more Grace for his Relation once  
To your Lordship: the Crimes are high.— You shall  
Hear more, my Lord I know you are honourable:  
He has an honest Face, but your Lordship's wisdom  
Will be concerned to use him like a Rascal, and so  
I take my leave. My most Honourable Lord.  Enter a Guard of Soldiers. Cleo. 
It shall Speak my Innocence  
And Duty to the King: Take him away,  
I hate to look upon him.  [The Guard take off Calan. 
My Soul's upon the Torture.  Hug. 
Farewell, Son of the Senator, thou mayst live now  
To be an honest man, and see what will come on't.  [Exit. Cleo. 
Parmenio, thou shalt not Repent to Live,  
I see thy Courage, and in thy Name  
And Blood have an Assurance of thy Faith.  Parm. 
In all I am your servant.  Cleo. 
Bid an Officer of the Guard bring the Boy back,  
And wait me at my Chamber to be examined,  
And be you near to Observe my further Order.  Parm. 
I shall my Lord.  Cleo. 
I have a narrow path  
To walk on: Guide me Honour and thou great  
Soul of the World: Things now for Action call:  
This Tempest looks as it would drown us all.  [Exeunt.  

Actus Quartus.  Enter Sicanus, Dorion, Scrophilus. Scro. 
I Do not like the present Face of things.  Dor. 
Nor I.  Scro. 
I did expect a finer Time on't.  Sic. 
The Triumph quickly Vanished.  Enter Alexius. Alex. 
Your Servant Colonels: Where's his Highness?  Sic. 
In's Bedchamber writing Letters.  Alex. 
What to his Mistress? the Queen Timandra?  
She's a Rare Beauty.  Sic. 
Would Africa had kept this admiration  
To itself: I fear she will be fatal,  
And undo us all.  Dor. 
For my part, I think, no woman in the  
World is worth a man's melancholy.  Scr. 
I am sure it hath thrown us into a melancholy  
Posture: The Prince does not enjoy himself.  Alex. 
And the King is strangely altered.  Sic. 
I have heard one man possessed with many  
Devils, but I never heard of two men possessed  
With one and the same evil Spirit before.  
Well, I fear a Storm's not far off: the Clouds  
Are gathering: This outward Reconcilement  
Between Father and Son, is but a dream of  
Fair weather.  Dor. 
I wish his Highness well:  Sic. 
So we do All.  Enter Dionysius. 
He's here.  Dion. 
Fellow Soldiers, welcome.  Sic. 
Your Highness humble Servants, who should be all  
Happy to kiss your Hand, and see you cheerful.  Dion. 
Why, so I am: Am I not cheerful Gentlemen?  
Look well upon me.  Scr. 
Your pardon, Sir.  
Your Servants cannot choose but be concerned,  
When any Cloud's upon you: Sir, we are  
Men that truly Honour you, and see through all  
The Sunshine you put on, that something  
Has got too near your Heart and darkens you.  Dion. 
I did not Sleep well.—  Alex. 
We Believe it Sir,  
And something is the cause: Change but your Fancy,  
And it will Vanish like a dream.  Dion. 
Your Remedies are pleasant.  Alex. 
You'd say so, if you knew my Frolicks,  
And yet I must Confess, I have had my Fits  
As high as a Mistress, but never Ventured Love  
Above a Moon: Took notice of my Tides  
Of Love, yet made my Voyage off and on  
Without a Storm, or straining the least String  
About my Heart. You'll pardon Sir the freedom.—  Dion. 
But you mistake Cause.  Alex. 
I wish I did Sir;  
But this disease, called Love, has a most certain  
Symtome, and wears his Nightcap so visible,  
That the distempers still appear, although  
The Cure may sometimes fail.  Dion. 
Gentlemen, 'tis no woman hath discomposed  
My thoughts.  Scr. 
Why, is't a Man? Who in the name  
Of nature can be so weary of his Life,  
As to disturb our Freedom.  Dor. 
If my counsel may be offered Sir, no matter what's the Cause:  
Drink Wine, and bear up above all the thoughts  
Or Friends or Enemies. Would we were  
I'th' Camp again; this Drowsiness and Ease  
Will Tarnish all our Souls.  Dion. 
You love me Gentlemen, and  
I hope I have deserved it.  Dor. 
Is there one here that stands suspected?  
A man that will not Sacrifice his Life,  
And in your Service fight in any Cause,  
'Gainst any Person?  Dion. 
None: I believe.  
You would contribute all your Courages  
T' assist my Honour, if it shall Require  
A worthy Vindication. Therefore, Gentlemen,  
In the Evening I shall communicate a Secret,  
In which I shall desire your Faith and Counsels,  
Till when I ask your pardon noble Colonels.  Scr. 
We'll wait you Sir.  Alex. 
And shall be proud to serve you.  [Exeunt Colonels. Enter Hugo. Hug. 
What make all these Officers here? I like it not.  Dion. 
Hugo, to my wishes; thou hast kept thy promise.  Hug. 
Pardon the boldness of this interruption;  
My duty may want method, but not zeal,  
To serve your Highness.  Dion. 
Thou hast given me proof.  Hug. 
I came to give you account Sir of your Father.  Dion. 
How is it with the King, dear Hugo?  Hug. 
Much the better, since  
I sweetened him with your Resolve to quite  
Your Hopes in fair Timandra: I found him  
Raving at first, and a Commission drawing up  
For your present expedition to Corinth.  
But I soon qualified that cold Unkindness  
And he expects your Visit.  Dion. 
Thou hast Obliged me Hugo; and to justify  
The truth of thy Relation, and Confirm him  
That all is my Obedience and clear Duty,  
Here is a Letter to the Queen from me,  
With full Resign of my Pretensions to her:  
And that there may be nothing wanting Hugo,  
To uncreate his Jealousy of either,  
Thou shalt deliver it thyself, and give him  
Thy own account of all things.  Hug. 
I applaud  
Your Care to satisfy him, 'tis excellent; and I  
Shall take it as a great Honour, to carry this express to her.  Dion. 
Honest man: What can Reward thy Faith,  
And care of me?  Hug. 
My duty pays itself.  Dion. 
Farewell dear Hugo, I expect no Answer.—  Hug. 
I think you need not: This will do your work Sir.  Dion. 
I cannot choose but Smile: that I shall make  [Aside. 
This cunning Knave my Engine. I'll not trust him  
Too much: Parasites are a Race of dangerous men,  
Especially to Princes, who abuse  
Their Beams, as Serpents do the Sunshine; Thrive,  
And yet Infect the very Light they live by.  [Aside. [Exit Dion. Hug. 
So, I have an Office; his Highness' Letter-carrier.  
But I consider the Circumstance carried a Gloss  
Of Cunning. That nothing may be wanting Hugo,  
Thou shalt deliver it thyself. Hum! And why myself?  
I am not Concerned I take it: I'll be sure on't.  
With your Highness' leave, I must make bold  
To peep into the Belly of your Paper-kite.—  
If any body should see me, He would think me  
Little better that a Knave now: But 'tis not  
The first Time I have been bold with a Trust.  [He opens the Letter, a Scroll drops. 
What's here! a loose parcel of paper inscribed  
Palermo! What should this signify?  [Reads the Letter. 
Madam,  
I have not not time to enlarge: Prepare  
Yourself and your Friends this night for your  
Escape: I have sent you the Word enclosed  
By which you may pass the Guards, from whence  
I will wait you to my Quarters; where  
With a considerable Train  
I will be your Conduct: and in all other  
Commands Show the Obedience of,  
Your most faithful Servant Dionysius.  
I this the Letter of Defiance? Are you good at  
This young Prince?  
If I had not made a Knave of myself before  
Hand, what a Fool would he have made me now, and  
His own Father. The Word for their Escape!  
Conscience be quiet; I am Resolved to carry this  
Letter to her, but his Highness shall excuse me, if I keep  
To the Father's side; He's my elder Acquaintance.  
We were bred up Children in Villainy; and when we  
Came to Age, the Devil swore us into a Brotherhood;  
Saving that mischief advanced him to be a  
King, and let me rise no higher than a Parafire.  
A little Art will make this Letter sound again.  
As for the enclosed, a word to the Wife; I can  
But laugh to think what a Rogue I am.  [Exit. Enter Cleomenes and Calanthe. Cal. 
My Lord, I have told you all the Story, and  
Canot acquit myself of some Impudence,  
Although I felt a Tempest in my Soul,  
To see this black Usurper-hold so fair  
A Hope in the Queen's Love, which by one Act,  
Might make him Master of her Crown and Beauty.  Clen. 
It did concern your Interest to break  
The Rise of such a Fortune, and there is  
No despair Madam, but it may work  
A noble Sense within her Breast.  Cal. 
She heard me.  
And in my apprehension (though Silent)  
Yet seemed to pity both herself and me,  
But kept her passious even, and in order;  
At last she gave me thanks, and turned aside,  
As being, perhaps, not willing I should see  
A Tear was breaking from her Eye: And at  
This instant Damocles Surprised us.  Cleo. 
'Tis high time, Madam, to consult your Safety,  
Which hath a sad Complexion; the perils  
That I have been acquainted with near shook  
My Frame so much; I labour with the Weight of your Concerns.  Cal. 
My Life's indeed a Burden,  
And 'twere a mercy, if the Heavens took back!  
Their unregarded gift, since I have lived  
To be destructive to myself, and all  
That undertook my Safety.  Cleo. 
There's something offered to my Thoughts: Ha! 'tis gone again.  Cal. 
Cast not thyself into a Storm for me.  Cleo. 
'Tis come again. Madam, I have a Servant,  
Honest and Valiant; you may trust your Person  
To his Attendance, who may this Evening  
Convey you to place Secure; for here  
You are exposed to death inevitable.  
There, nor his Anger, nor his Eyes shall Reach you:  
Leave me to answer your Escape.  Cal. 
That were  
Without enquiring, whether you design,  
To make my safety my Ingratitude:  
Does not my Reason tell me, he will make  
Your Life the forfeit of my absence.  Cleo. 
Could I  
Deserve so well of Heaven as to be made  
A Sacrifice for you; How would my Blood  
Conspire and Crowd into a Flood, to show  
A Cheerful Ebb: 'Twere but duty Madam.  Cal. 
My Lord, I allow a duty, but like not the  
The way; Since I'll accept defence, but on  
Such Terms as Honour: would embrace a Victory.  
The Dangers are my own, and I'll be near 'em.  Cleo. 
Then be it so; and be as safe as I,  
This Fort, my Life, and all my strength can make you:  
If I and they fail, You shall see and witness.  
O'th' sudden, I could prophesy, but dare not  
With profane Lips, but yours are sacred, Madam,  
And you may say, there is a hand, that guide●  
Your Safety: that great Fate that brought you hither.  
And it doth raise my thoughts that you must prosper:  
I find the People willing to shake off  
The Usurpers Chains, and then your bright appearance  
Will complete their Joys, and make  
A Mourning Throne Rejoice, to see itself  
Restored in you, to all just Glory.  Enter Parmenio. [Cleom. Spies him. 
He has observed my Order.  
Be pleased, I may commend to your attendance  
This Gentleman: A person, on whose faith  
You may build a Confidence: It is the Son  
Of good Demaratus; Parmenio.  Cal. 
I have heard his Father mention him; He was  
Sent to Palermo for his Studies.  Cleo. 
'Tis the same, by his good Fate sent hither now  
To do you Service; I must take my Leave,  
Affairs throng in my Brain.  [Exit. Cal. 
You need not wonder  
That these few tears break thus unruly forth,  
They are a just debt to your Father's memory,  
Who loved me well.  Parm. 
Mine have been paid already,  
And it remains to show myself his Son:  
I know not who you are, more than a Gentleman,  
Whom the Usurper persecutes, and a person  
My Lord Cleomenes would preserve: And I  
Presume you have Virtue to deserve all this,  
And shall think Death an Honour, when I meet it,  
With his Commands upon me.  Cal. 
I attend Sir.  [Exeunt. Enter Cleander leading Timandra. Clea. 
Madam, This Story of the Boy amazes me:  
Why, he so unconcernced should take the Boldness  
To venture so much Counsel to his Ruin?  Tim. 
It is no less my wonder: But I never  
Observed a greater sense of Honour, nor  
Read so much Virtue in so small a Volume.  Clea. 
I had other Thoughts  
When I considered his Relations  
To the Usurper, and had no Charity  
To think him more than one of his black Agents,  
And the worse too for his good face, It put me  
In the mind of the fallen Angels.  Tim. 
I grieve for his sad Fate, but can't help him:  
Indeed I never felt within my heart  
So great Commpassion to a stranger, and  
It is but justice, since his care of me  
Made him so miserable.  Cle. 
Dear Madam,  
Quit this sad Argument, and give me leave  
To tell you another story that concerns you.  
I have a message to you.  Tim. 
To me! from whom?  
He must be a bold man, made you his messenger.  Clea. 
From Damocles.  Tim. 
Forgit it I beseech you;  
He's full of Love no doubt.  Clea. 
Full of the Devil;  
And would engage me his, dark instrument,  
To bring you to his wishes. O the Favours  
And Treasures shall be mine: Have not I  
An excellent Office!  Tim. 
What answer did you make? I fear his words  
Awaked your angry blood, in which you made  
A Return, did not please him.  Clea. 
Yes, yes, Madam,  
He hopes I'll do't.  Tim. 
What witchcraft could encourage him?  Clea. 
Being thus put to't,  
As the Oracles are wont to Answer, when  
They are consulted what shall come to pass,  
I wanted not ambiguous words that pleased him,  
As wishing I had so much interest,  
And strength to do him service to his merit,  
That would do all our work, and his too; Madam,  
He should be hanged but once, and high enough:  
But let me humbly beg your pardon, Madam,  
That I have mentioned him, his very Name  
Carries a secret poison in the Breath,  
That must create a Melancholy, and Dull  
Those Crystal images within your Soul; Let us  
Look back upon our hopes in Dionysius;  
Whose promise kept, will pour a welcome Balm  
Into our wounded Loves, and Banish all  
Our sullen Contemplations.  Tim. 
I Fear  
Those great things are beyond his power to Accomplish.  Clea. 
O punish not yourself with one such Thought,  
I confess, Madam, it is a mountainous promise,  
But he's a Prince now, beloved i'th' Army,  
And at home popular: The Rising Sun:  
Adored, and flattered: And who knows what Miracles  
His Love, and Power may Act.  Enter a Lady. Lady. 
Madam, a Gentleman desires access,  
He hath some business of Concern (he says)  
From the Prince Dionysius.  Tim. 
He must be admitted.  Clea. 
I'll withdraw.  [He obscures. Enter Hugo. Hug. 
Madam, I approach your Royal hand  
With as much Reverence as to an Altar.  Tim. 
Have you affairs with me Sir?  Hug. 
With you most Royal Madam, I think I have;  
But pardon me if I be slow to tell you what  
Commands I have from the sweet Prince; Ah  
My eyes are not yet satisfied: There are so  
Many beauties in that Face, I could stand  
A whole day to gaze upon't.  Tim. 
Pray come to the business.  Hug. 
Come to the business? Ha, most gracious Madam,  
The Prince.—  Tim. 
Be not so tedious: What from him?  [He gives a Letter. Hug. 
What from him? That from him:  
And in that I have said all, and done my  
Duty, and now most gracious Madam, can  
Tell him what you say.  Tim. 
I have said nothing: It does require no Answer.  Hug. 
In that Smile I carry a thousand.  Cleander observes, Hugo going off, and comes towards Timandra, but Hugo looking back obsucres himself. 
Hum! Is't e'en so black Gentleman, you are very familiar,  
I shall do your errand, How she Titters at the Letter, and he laughs  
And looks through the Paper: If I say I shall betray myself.  [Exit. Clea. 
The thing has kept his word, and we must take  
This Opportunity; I like his Project.  
But, Mandam, though we make use of the Word,  
It will concern our wisdoms not to Trust  
His Conduct after: That were but to shift,  
A person, not the Danger, since his power  
Abroad may equal what is threatened here:  Tim. 
Wisely thought on.  Clea. 
We must Remember this Mock Prince is still  
The Son of Damocles; but our time is narrow,  
Leave me to th' care of Outward things: If we  
Without a Check but reach the Sea, we have  
A Friend from every Prospect; not a Wind  
Can blow from Heaven, and hence, but for our safety.  
The world's before us: Who can fear to drown,  
When every Coast, and every Wind's our own.  [Exeunt. Enter Damocles, and Attendants. 
1. The King's troubled.  
2. And he will be so,  
While this unmanly Ague shakes his Temper.  [He waves his Hand for them to leave him. Dam. 
Have I by my great Arts from a despised  
Prodigious Lowness of my Birth and Fortune  
Advanced myself to Honour, and to Empire?  
And now fixed like a Piramyed, upon  
Whose Top my Name stands the admired Object,  
And envied mark of Princes round about me,  
Who fear what Crown of theirs I'll next attach,  
As I have done this Kingdom, where I have  
With bloody cost raised to myself a power  
Upon my Princes, and the Nations fall;  
Both which I Ruined, with a factious Flame,  
And made this Clime too hot for temperate Laws:  
The Dull Defenders of a drowzey State,  
That slept too long, while my Ambition waked,  
And undiscovered brought this fatal Change;  
And as those subtle Favours that design  
The Body's Ruin, by the Vitals first,  
So I began against the Life of Power,  
My lawful Sovereign, whom I fought and forced  
In Battle to Retreat and save himself,  
Till in his flight he met an Angry stream  
That swallowed him, and his great Horsemanship.  [Waiters putting on one another at the Door. 
1. I dare not speak to him,  
He carries Poniards both in his Eyes and Pocket.  
2 We must stay till he call.  Dam. 
The Senate then a lazy lump of Power,  
With forked Heads threatened to sit heavy  
Upon my Heart: But I found ways by purge  
And bleeding to Remove 'em, and constrained  
The dull Remains to humble their proud necks  
For we to walk on: All things that Opposed,  
Until this period, I made tame and stoop,  
And shall at last a Woman baffle me:  
Defy my Love, my Anger and my Conquest?  
I will dissolve that Magic that she trusts to,  
And make her know 'tis in my power to take  
(If she be obstinate) more than I have asked:  
And that bold talking treacherous Boy shall live  
To see her pride and stubbornness tormented.  
And should my Son Rebel again, and offer at  
An interest with me: I have an engine  [Handles his Dagger. 
That wakes at my first call, shall strike him to  
Eternal Silence.  Enter again one of the Waiters. 1 Sir, 
I beseech your pardon.  Dam, 
What Tumults this?  2 Hugo, 
Sir, says, he must speak with you.  [Enter Hugo. Dam. 
O, is it Hugo?  
Why was he not admitted presently!  
You can be officious when you please.  
Leave us again, and let none interrupt us,  
Honest Hugo.  Hug. 
The business, Sir, is done.  Dam. 
What business?  Hug. 
I have explored each Fiber of your Son.  Dam. 
And How? and How?  Hug. 
All things are well and in an excellent posture.  Dam. 
Thou art i'th' dark.  Hug. 
But I have brought to light a Plot, you'll  
Thank me for.  Dam. 
A Plot? What is't?  Hug. 
Your Son most violently proceeds to Cross  
Your interest in the Queen, and has most  
Impiously contrived away for her escape.  Dam. 
He dares not? Her Escape?  Hug. 
I skrewed myself into his Soul, and he,  
In his Confidence of my honesty, would have  
Me carry a Letter to her.  Dam. 
And didst thou?  Hug. 
Yes, but had the Grace to break it open.  Dam. 
Excellent.  Hug. 
Which gave her to understand that this night  
By Virtue of the Word, a scroll enclosed, without  
And difficulty she might pass the Guards.  Dam. 
O Rebel, Traitor, It will be then necessary to  
Change the Word immediately.  Hug. 
Do not trouble yourself Sir, I have saved that labour,  
For most artificially I trimmed up the  
Letter, and changing the Scroll, baited their  
Ambition to be gone with a word of my  
Own divising; Did I not very well Sir?  Dam. 
Admirably: I could kiss thee for't, Thou hast done  
A Service never to be sufficiently Rewarded.  
It tickles my spleen; Thou hast done rarely Hugo.  Hug. 
In this one Act I have outwitted your  
Son, and it was high time to give his disobedience  
A Check, Clipped the wings of his precious  
Pigeon, who is wild with the imagination of  
Taking the fresh Air; but when she finds herself  
In our snare, I hope she will be tame  
Enough, and stoop to any Conditions your  
Heat of blood will propound to her.  Dam. 
The pleasure comes to fast: Ha, ha, ha.  
Now are they (having already swallowed their  
Liberty) laughing at us.—  Hug. 
To think how we are gulled? I should have told  
You Sir, I have discovered the Moor to be a Raschal,  
A near friend of hers; A saucy Sunburnt Devil,  
And your Rival.  Dam. 
The Sooty slave shall die for't: Not all his black  
Relations in Hell shall rescue him: The evening  
Creeps upon us: I dare not trust the Air with our  
Discourse, my Stars, I do forgive you all, you're  
Kind; and next to them, I owe my thanks to  
The Wise, Honest Hugo: we'll be in at the Sport.  Hug. 
By any means Sir, I must wait upon you,  
My presence will add much to their Vexation.  Dam. 
The strength shall be recruited at each Guard.  Hug. 
I cannot but laugh to think how they will look upon me Sir, when they see themselves in the snare,  
And how the Moor will Blush Sir.  Dam. 
Let's away: no change of Countenance:  
Carry all Smooth until the storm surprise 'em.  [Exeunt. Enter Captain of the Guard, and a Sergeant. Cap. 
Where's the Corporal?  Ser. 
He's ordering the Sentries.  Cap. 
So, 'tis well.  Enter Corporal with two Soldiers. 1. Soul. 
Well: If I miscarry this bout Corporal, I'll say  
My death at your door, that made me leave my  
Drink behind me.  Corp. 
There's your spot: Two hours hence expect Relief,  
You may lie down and listen, but take heed, when  
The Round comes that you be not taken Napping,  [Exit Corporal and two Soldiers. 1. Soul. 
I warrant you, in my first duty, I thank my Stars,  
(When I left my own Trade to follow Man-killing)  
I had a Benefit from my Fears, and could wake  
At the Motion of a Fieldmouse, now I am an old  
Soldier, and used to't, I can do my duty in my  
Sleep: Rise, Bid stand: Ask who goes there? Have  
All my Questions and postures as ready as the  
Most waking Sentry of 'em all.  Capt. 
I had a Scurvy dream last night Serjeant.  Ser. 
'Tis well for you Captain.  Capt. 
A Scurvy dream well for me? Why prithee?  Ser. 
'Tis well for you that you can dream: Time  
Was within our memory we have not slept  
In ten nights: hard duty, little drink, and no  
Pay, do not much Corroborate nature: But  
What was your dream Captain?  Capt. 
Why, I dreamt we had an Alarum given us,  
And that the Enemy (having taken our Redont  
Upon the River) were entering the Town,  
Against them I marched; and at last, when I was  
Beset by a Party of theirs, and in  
The Condition of engaging with 'em: Two Rats  
That had a quarrel behind the Hangings in  
My Chamber, wakened me.  Ser. 
And so you came off?  Enter Strato. Str. 
Where's the Captain of the Watch?  Capt. 
Here Colonel.  Str. 
I had Orders to Recruit the Guards to night.  Capt. 
What Enemy?  Str. 
I know not, but there is something expected.  Capt. 
A pox on't, my dream's out: Come Sergeant,  
I attend you Colonel.  [Exeunt omnes praeter I. Sould. Enter Cleander, Timandra, and Arisba. Clean. 
Look how the night's already dressed, and for  
Thy fair attendance hath put on her best  
And brightest Lustre, while every Star  
(Though not with so much Sparkling as thy Eyes)  
Pays his willing shine to light thee  
To some more happy Coast.  Tim. 
I cannot fear Success, while you are Conduct.  Clean. 
Arisba, this last Act  
Will perfect thy fidelity, and make it  
Fit for Reward.  Aris. 
Be confident of my duty:  
But Sir, contemn yourself, I heard something  
Move; the Sentry is near.  Clean. 
Be careful of the Queen, I will approach  
And give the Word.  1. Sould. 
I hear a Voice: Stand: Ha! What's this?  Clean. 
Call your Officer.  1. Sould. 
Corporal: by this moonshine 'tis the Devil.  
Corporal: Come quickly and be damned, here's one  
Stays for you: I charge thee, come no nearer.  
Corporal, ha! So.  Enter Corporal. 
I'll e'en leave you together, and Alarm the Guard.  Corp. 
The Word.  Clean. 
Siracuse.  Corp. 
You are mistaken, and must along with me.  Clean. 
Must Rascal?  [They fight. 
The Guard's Alarmed: I doubt we are betrayed  [He kills the Corporal. Enter Soldiers: one Seizeth upon Timandra. Tim. 
Villain unhand me.  Clean. 
It had been safer to have touched a falling  
Thunderbolt.  Enter Captain of the Guard. Capt. 
The Corporal killed?— Then 'tis time  
To try my Sword.  [He also is beaten off by Cleander. [They fight; he makes 'em Retreat. Clean. 
We must face about.  Enter Strato and Proclus with more Soldiers at one door. At the other Dionysius, Sicanus, Dorion. Str. 
The Court's Alarmed: where are these Traitors?  Pro. 
Here.  Str. 
Let's help to take 'em.  Pro. 
Agreed; Soldiers, we assist your duties.  Dioni. 
Whence this Alarum? Hiarbas and Timandra.  
There is no time for cold inquiries; Accept our  
Swords Hiarbas to your Service.  Clean. 
Dionysius, can this be Real? There is some Hopes yet.  Enter Parmenio and others. Dion. 
I think this Coast is safe.  Clean. 
Ha! the Soldiers grow out of the Earth  
Like Cadmus' Teeth, Defend the Queen on that hand,  
I on this.  Dion. 
I cannot fall in a more glorious quarrel.  
Soldier's d''ee not know me?  Pro. 
Dispatch: the King commands you Seize 'em.  They fight▪ Strato and Proclus fall in the Skirmist. Sicanus and Dorion beaten off. Dionysius taken, and Cleander surprised behind by Parmenio. Parm. 
thouart a brave Moor  Enter Damocles, Cleomenes, and Hugo. Dam. 
Where's the Queen?  Tim. 
Here Tyrant.  Dam. 
Ingrateful woman; was your Heat so mighty,  
None but this Son of night was fit to mix  
And walk Companion of your Love and Fortune?  
A Dog? a Moor?  Clean. 
Thus Mongrels snarl at Lions: Damocles,  
'Tis not our Crimes, nor any good the Gods  
Foresaw in thee, nor Valour of thy Guards,  
Nor our own Sleeping Stars, but thy great Sins,  
Not yet mature for Vengeance, hath made  
Our design fruitless.  Dam. 
Ha! Dionysius! my Son turned Rebel?  
'Tis time to check his Speed: And whose fine plot  
Was this?  Tim. 
Sir, it was mine: I could not hope a Life here  
Without Stain to my Honour.  Dam. 
And Madam you may dearly count for this.  Clean. 
It was I contrived it.  
She does abuse her Innocence, let me  
That have a Soul prepared sustain the punishment.  Dio. 
They have both accused themselves unjustly,  
The plot was mine, I must again Repeat,  
But not Repent it, mine; I sent a Letter,  
And the Word enclosed for their escape.  Dam. 
You did?— Cleomenes.—  [Dam. and Cleom. whisper. Hug. 
Sir, I desire no body may be Believed, but myself:  
The Plot was mine, the Cream, the Knack of  
It my own.  Clean. 
Thine?  Hug. 
Yes, and shall please thy Sooty Phisnomy.  Dion. 
Cursed Villain.  Hug. 
As sure as your Highness gave me your Letter to  
That Lady, which I delivered with my own Hand;  
But it was after I had broke it open, and made  
Bold to put the Change upon your own Trick.— Altering  
Only a word or so.—  Clean. 
Remember he's your Son.  Dam. 
Thus I blow off that name: I expect your duty:  
You need not Strive for your Rewards.  Parm. 
I am commanded to attend you Sir to the Castle.  Tim. 
I am sorry my unhappiness should thus  
Involve your danger; But I hope your Father  
Has a Reserve of kinder thoughts.  Dio. 
Timandra, your fair Hand.— This Kiss  
Is bought too cheap though I die for you.  
Farewell noble Hiarbas.  [Exit. Dam. 
Come nearer Moor: Dost thou not Read Death  
Within this Frown?  Clean. 
I am above it Damocles: Keep those Bugs  
Upon thy Brow to fright tame Fools, and such  
As born from Worms do Crawl about thy Court,  
And lick thy dusty Pavements: Snakes that live  
And lap the blood of Innocents: I despise  
Thy mercy to myself; But if thou hast  
A sense of Honour, or of any thing  
That's man within thee, Look with softer Eyes  
On this distressed Queen.  Dam. 
Yes, your Mistress?  Clean. 
Ambition cannot aim at greater Honour.  Dam. 
This saucy Competition  
(Hadst thou no other Crime) shall make thee Curse  
Thou hast a Being.  Clean. 
Saucy Competition with thee? Thy Pride  
Provokes my Smile: I tell thee Damocles,  
Thou mayst by number, and thy Crowds of men,  
Steal an Inglorious Victory: But were  
Our Persons singly armed, and we two placed  
Upon a Cliff, or some Star-kissing mountain:  
All thy abused Legions round about us  
Staring to see us fight for Love and Honour:  
The Gods should not be weary to look down.  
And thy own Armies undeceived should Judge  
Who best deserved Timandra.  Omnes, 
This Moor has a brave Soul.  Clean. 
But I lose breath in talking to a man  
Whose very Soul's a Coward, and his Heart  
False as his Title to the Crown.  Dam. 
No more:  
We'll try how he can talk without a Head:  
The morning Sees him die: For her.—  
One Convoy serve 'em both, and look you trifle not  
With my Commands as you will keep your Head on.  
Thns' all my Troubles vanish; I was never  
A King till now.  Hug. 
I hope you'll take my word another Time.  [Exeunt Damacles and Hugo. Cleo. 
Madam, I grieve for your misfortune.  Clean. 
For thyself Cleomenes: And yet thou hadst  
An honest Fame.  Cleo. 
You do not know me Sir.  Clean. 
But I forgive thee: Come, mourn not Timandra.  Tim. 
I should not weep were we to die together.  Clean. 
'Tis not Resolved above so; do not envy me  
As man to lead the way: 'Tis my Honour  
To bleed a cheerful Martyr to thy Love.  
Forgive me if I hope thou mayst not stay  
Too long behind: For when I shall arrive  
Among those blessed Shades; and have my Seat  
Where only good inhabits: Yet I fear  
I shall not think it Heaven till thou art there.  
Conduct now where you please.  [Exeunt omnes.  

Actus Quintus.  Enter Parmenio and Calanthe. Cal. 
THou hast told me a sad Story: the Queen's made  
A Prisoner? and Hiarbas doomed to lose  
His Head this mourning? They are then both  
As miserable as I: But she is firm  
I see to her Honour. How does he bear himself?  Parm. 
With a most manly Temper, not i'th' least  
Dejected for his thought of suffering Death,  
But as it separates Timandra from him;  
For 'tis presumed they Loved.  Cal. 
Her knowledge of  
His worth may make the Cloud upon his Face  
More lovely to her Eyes. But how doth She  
Take this affliction?  Parm. 
At first most sadly;  
And yet his Courage and his wisdom has  
Almost persuaded her to part with him.  Cal. 
Might I not see him before he die?  Parm. 
He made it his request to my Lord Cleomenes,  
That he might Visit you, petending something  
That might concern you and himself.  Cal. 
On that account I wish he were permitted.  [Exit Parm. Parm. 
His stay will be but short.  Cal. 
I limit not the Favour, and shall thank you,  
I wonder I have been so long forgotten  
In the Usurpers anger, but his Fury  
When it does fall perhaps will recompense  
The slow approach it makes.  Enter Cleander, and Parmenio. 
Sir, I am told you would speak with me.  Clea. 
Yes, sweet Youth.  Cal. 
Your business pray with me?  Clean. 
I must be thrifty of my Time, my Life won't  
Allow us many minutes, and I would not  
Put off this earth without a peace about me.  
I come to Ask thy Pardon.  Cal. 
How! My pardon?  
You never Injured me.  Clea. 
Yes Polydore,  
I did abuse thy Innocence.  Cal. 
Not mine.  Clea. 
And gave thee up  
To my own thoughts an impious Boy, when I  
Conceived thee late a wicked Agent from  
The Usurper to the Queen: But she has told me  
Since, a large volume of thy Virtue,  
That I am obliged to carry thy Forgiveness,  
Or doubt my Passage to a better World.  Cal. 
Sir, I have Charity to pardon all  
The ill you thought of me.  Clea. 
I thank thee, and trust me, if I were to live  
I would study thee a better Recompense  
Then naked Pravers: But as it is, I wish  
Thou mayst out-live the Tyrant's malice, Farewell.  Cal. 
Is this all?  Clea. 
I should say something, from the Queen, of sorrow,  
That for her sake thou suffer'st, But when I'm dead  
She'll tell the all at large.  Cal. 
Pray tell me Sir,  
Do you expect to die so soon?  Clea. 
I know not,  
The precise minute, but cannot think I have  
Many more to tell that number time, but  
By a Tyrant's glass.  Cal. 
And can you part with Life so evenly?  
How did you work this noble mastery  
Upon your Soul? I wish I may do so,  
When the approaching minute Comes.  Clea. 
It is an ease to die: a Blessing Boy.  Cal. 
My bless: The choice part of my Life is gone  
Before, yet I am confined to a tedious Life  
And make no haste to follow it, But 'tis  
The Tyrant's fault not mine.  Clea. 
Thou wert then in Love too.  Cal. 
Heaven will forgive me, if I say, I loved  
A Brother, in whose life was all my Comfort  
But Death snatched him away maliciously,  
I know not where, nor how.  Clea. 
His Name I prithee.  Cal. 
You shall excuse that, you are a stranger  
And will not be at all concerned to know him,  
But here is all that's left him, his shadow,  [Shows the Picture. 
Which when his cruel Fortune called him from me,  
He gave me a Companion in his absence,  
But that my tears are pious to his memory;  
The frequent Drops, and kisses, I have paid it,  
Might have long since defaced and drowned the Image.  Clea. 
My labouring Soul: The very same I gave  [Aside. Calanthe, 
'tis my Sister, but I must not  
Discover.  Cal. 
You are troubled.  Clea. 
Polydore.  [He restores the Picture. 
There is some secret magic in thy Sorrow  
Makes me forget my own: If I could think  
The Tyrant would not punish thee with Life  
Too long, I'd wish to stay and tarry for  
Thy company that we might die together.  Enter Timandra, and seeing them, stands at some distance. 
Thou art young, and by the example of my dying  
I would instruct thee to a Flight abve  
The worlds Ambition, and though I be  
A stranger here, there we should be acquainted,  
Where we might live and love to all Eternity.  Tim. 
What do I hear?  Cal. 
The Queen Sir:  [Cal. spies the Queen. Clea. 
Ha! Timandra, I am but  
The shadow of myself: those two divide  
All that I was between 'em. Art thou come!  
I'll tell the Secret, Polydore's a woman;  
A Princess my Timandra, One that loved me  
Before my Happiness of knowing thee,  
And yet I dare not tell her who I am  
Though a dear part of myself; nor dare I kiss her  
For fear my Soul dissolve upon her Lip.  Cal. 
He has some strange Contention in his Breast.  Tim. 
What killing Language do I hear?  
Have I for this made forfeit of a Kingdom,  
And what is dearer, Liberty? Pulled on me  
A Tyrant's Rage, and given my heart to one  
That in my presence owns another Mistress?  Clea. 
I see the Clouds are gathering to make  
A storm within thee: Let one word disperse 'em:  
It is Calanthe, my dear long lost Sister.  Tim. 
And will you not uncloud yourself to her?  Clea. 
Take heed.  Cal. 
I cannot blame their passions high at parting.  [Aside. Clea. 
It were a wickedness the Gods  
Would never pardon, I'll give the a Reason:  
She knows I am to die; O let me vanish  
I'th' dark: for but to tell her I am Cleander  
That must within few minutes bow my Neck  
T'th ' Hangman's Axe, to please a bloody Tyrant,  
'Twould strike her dead immediately before us,  
And I should be her Murderer: No Timandra,  
Let the Usurpers Soul own all that guilt,  
When I am passed the miseries of Life,  
I'll tell the Angels, who are coming after,  
And that's enough.  Tim. 
I would say something,  Speaking to Calanthe. 
But so many Seas of sorrow meet within me,  
They drown my Tongue and Heart.  Enter Cleomenes Reading a Paper. Attendant. Cleom. 
Your duties.  1. Atten. 
I am commanded to attend you, Madam,  
To your Chamber.  Tim. 
Where you please.  [Exit. 2. Atten. 
Sir, I have Orders to wait upon you.  Clean. 
Thou call'st me to my death, 'tis welcome.  [Exit. Cleom. 
Madam, your Retirement is concerned.  Cal. 
How soon, we are all divided?  [Exit. Cleom. 
She must not know this Warrant for her death:  
He has remembered her at last; Let Polydora die to morrow  
Timandra will be next, and then his Son,  [Reads. 
And then my Head brings up the Rear, I see  
The method of his Tyranny.  Enter Parmenio. Parm. 
Sir, I am very much Importuned by the Moor,  
Hiarbas Servant, now your Prisoner.  Cleom. 
To what?  Parm. 
To let him speak with you: He says he will discover  
Something to your private Ear you'll thank him for:  
A secret will be welcome to the King,  
And worth his pardon, if you will promote it.  Cleom. 
Prithee admit him.  [Exit Parmenio, and enter with Arisba. 
Have you any thing to say  
To me?  Aris. 
My Lord, I have something to reveal to your Lordship,  
And in Hope you will mediate for my pardon.—  Cleom. 
Be brief.  Aris. 
There is a person in the World.  Cleom. 
One person in the World? take him away.  
The Fellow trifles, and is tedious.  Aris. 
Not so quick; I'll come to the Business.  
My Lord, I'll tell you: The Gentleman you  
Call Hiarbas.  Cleom. 
What of him?  Aris. 
Is no such man: No Moor.  Cleom. 
How!  Aris. 
No more than your Lordship; these hands tempered  
The Ingredients, that gave him the Complexion  
He wears; I dare not speak too loud:  
It is the King▪ Sir.  Cleom. 
Ha! the King!  Aris. 
King Cleander.  Cleom. 
Make it good, and be for ever Happy.  Aris. 
I knew it would be welcome news; upon my  
Most certain knowledge he has walked in that  
Obscurity, since the Defeat he had i' th' Battle:  
The Queen only knows of it, beside myself;  
There are few could have kept a Secret so long,  
And so sweet, as I have done; but the fear  
Of Hanging has had the better of my Conscience.  Cleom. 
Thy 〈…〉  
For such a Service; The King shall 〈…〉  Aris. 
Nay, let him give me what he will beside, I hope.  
You do not conceive that I have done this out  
Of any ill Principle, only the Gallows  
Was too strong for my Imagination.  Cleom. 
Art sure this is not Revealed to any else?  Aris. 
Upon my Life your Lordship is the  Cleom. 
Then I'll take course to be the last!  
It shall go no further.  [Cleomenes kills Arisba. Aris. 
Oh.  Cleom. 
Take thy Reward base Villain: Betray thy  
King and Master? Parmenio, throw him  
Into that Lobby; and dost 〈…〉 off his Head,  
I shall have use on't: So, good Heavens I thank you,  〈◊〉▪ 
we have much to do.  [Exit without Parmenio. Enter Timandra and her Attend an't. Tim. 
I thank you Sir, only I shall Request  
This favour, when Hiarbas with his Blood  
Hath satisfied the Thirst of Damocles,  
That you would bring me word.  Seru. 
I shall.  [Exit. Tim. 
That news may give a period to my Life,  
And break my Heart: What benefit have Princes:  
To be born great? To have a name and power  
Above the common Tribe for a few minutes?  
When they're exposed to the same Strokes of Fortune,  
Which renders them but still the more unhappy;  
And their fall so much the greater, as they are  
Thrown from the taller Precipice.  Enter Attendants. Atten. 
Madam, the Prince Dionysius, by some favour  
Of my Lord Cleomenes, is come to visit you.  Tim. 
Alas! this is no season for a Visit;  
And yet he has deserved all my Civilities.  
I pray admit him.  Enter Dionysius. Dion. 
Pardon, dear Madam, that I have presumed  
To make intrusion upon your Sorrow:  
I have only to present you my sad Heart,  
That sees and mourns your Fate.  Enter Cleomenes hastily. Cleom. 
Madam, the King is come into the Castle;  
Sir, as you weigh my Safety or your own,  
You must not be seen here: That way you'll meet him;  
You may Obscure (I know not where) within  
That Bedchamber, his Jealousy at your Sight,  
Will turn him into a Flame to all our Ruins.  Dion. 
You shall persuade: Though it be worse than death  
To show this Fear.  Cleom. 
For the Queen's Honour there Sir; I hear him  [Dionysius obscures. 
Coming up the Stairs; One word more Madam,  
I dare not trust your tender Heart  [Too Tim. 
Without a Caution, let no Object fright you,  
Hiarbas shall be safe upon my Honour,  
By your fair self he shall, until you speak with him.  Enter Damocles and Hugo. 
Is't done?  Cleom. 
He is dispatched Sir;  
You ne'er shall see his Face again.  Dam. 
Not see it, I must Cleomenes, therefore when I send for't  
Let it be ready. Hugo attend.  Cleom. 
'Tis at your Service Sir.  [Exit Cleom. and Hugo. Dam. 
What says the fair Desire now?  
Have you considered?  
And throw off all your unbecoming Wildness,  
The very thought and memory of Hiarbas,  
Or any other that durst take the Boldness  
To offer at Affection as my Rival?  
Are all your sullen humours tamed and vanished?  
And in that stubborn Heart have I a name?  
Lord of that Empire by thy Choice and Gift  
To my desert? This I expect to hear,  
Or nothing, and that too without much preface.  
This is a new and shorter cut of wooing  
Than I have used: But since thouhast Slighted all  
My kinder ways, Anger is only left  
To instruct thee how to Love? Say, and be brief.  Tim. 
Then briefly thus; Know I do hate thy Love,  
As much as I despise thy Anger, Tyrant.  
And had I gilded but of one loving Thought  
Within my Heart to thee, I'd say,  
That Honour there had bid farewell, and left  
Me fit to be a Prey to Falsehood.  
I have not been much tedious in my Answer.  Dam. 
You have been nimble I confess, but I will  
Use the same Brevity: Bid Cleomenes  
send in Hiarbas Head?  Tim. 
Hiarbas Head?  Dam. 
A Present for you Madam.  Enter Hugo with the Moors Head covered. Tim. 
False Cleomenes.  Dam. 
His lips are cold,  
And want much of that noble Heat, wherewith  
They were wont to entertain you Madam.  Tim. 
Inhuman Tyrant!  Dam. 
I will not leave any thing alive that loves thee,  
My Son is next: But now I thing on't Madam,  
I have not done yet: I won't leave,  
Till I have made thee leprous and unfit  
For any man's Embrace: Come, you know the way  
To your Bedchamber: Move, or I'll drag thee to it.  
Hugo, to the Doors.  Hug. 
Yes, I know my duty: Or shall I help you Sir?  
I am good at both.  Tim. 
Help, Help! Dionysius, A Rape, Treason.  Enter Dionysius. Hug. 
Ambuscado! 'Tis time for me to Shift.  [Exit. Dam. 
Her Champion hid in her Bedchamber! They have  
Had meetings. Villain, Bastard.  [Dam. draws, Dion. takes up a Chair. Dion. 
Lost both to Gods and Men; no more my Father.  
Murder: Help; O drop a Sword from Heaven  
To punish this predigious man. Murder:  [He takes a Chair for his Defence: Timandra runs out. Dam. 
There, I ha'e met with you.  Enter Cleomenes and Parmenio. Dio. 
You have done't: farewell Timandra and all the world.  [Dies. Cleom. 
What have you done Sir?  Dam. 
I have killed a Traitor.  Cleom. 
You have slain your Son.  Dam. 
He was my Son, my Anger had forgot him.  Cleom. 
Take off the Body: the Spectacle will Raise.  [Dionysius is carried off. 
A Tempest in the Soldiery: You have undone  
Yourself, the Army loved him.  Dam. 
Let 'em take him then: where's the Queen?  Cleom. 
She gave the first Alarum with crying a Rape,  
And now the murder of your Son:— You must  
Consult your Safety.  The Soldiers within crying the Prince's Revenge. 
Hark! the Soldiers,  
Their Clamours mount as if they would alarum Heaven.  
Parmenio, set a Guard upon the Stairs.  Again they cry Revenge. Dam. 
Curse on these loudmouth Hounds.  Cleom. 
You must be Ruled; the Torrent will Orewhelm  
Us all, if you neglect your Safety: Here, obscure,  
Trust to me Sir, I will secure your person;  
Upon my Life.  Enter Parmenio. Dam. 
Honest Cleomenes.  Cleo. 
Leave me to use my Art: you shall hear from me.  
But first I'll thus prevent your Sally.  [Locks up Damocles. 
And place a Guard to watch you here.  
So far my work is done.  
The Beast I have got within a Den.—  
Captain, proclaim a free Session of the  
Senate in my name; and give 'em all my Honour,  
None shall invade their privilege or persons.  
I will Join with 'em to Assert their Liberty,  
And impart something after these Rough Seas  
To make their Calm secure:  
And withal, you may give out the Usurper's  
Dead, It will allay their Fears the better.  Parm. 
You need not doubt this will be welcome news:  
I go my Lord.  [Exeunt severally. Enter Hugo. Hug. 
What will become of me now? There's nothing but  
Confusion i'the Castle, and now I am out on't, do not  
I know where to hid myself: Some say my Mother  
Was a Witch, if she had taught me her Trade, now  
Could I have transformed me self into a Cat: they  
Say she has nine Lives; I would give eight on 'em  
With all my Heart to save the odd one.  Enter a Soldier. 
A Soldier, ha!  
I do not like his marching up to me: How now Soldier?  Sould. 
Save you noble Sir.  Hug. 
But I fear I shall not be saved. Dost know me?  Sould. 
Know you? Yes Sir, very well: I ha'e Reason for't;  
You saved my Life, when I was condemned by a  
Counsel of War to be hanged.  Hug. 
O, I remember thee; 'twas for Robbing a Church,  
A very honest Fellow; I see thou art grateful, and  
I Believe thou hast a kindness for me, for  
Old Acquaintance.  Sould. 
Would I could Serve you Sir.  Hug. 
Pox, I know 't; and that thou mayst be in Action  
Now, I have a Suit to thee.  Sould. 
To me?  Hug. 
Here's money, as we say at Court, to help the good  
Inclinations: Here's gold too.  Sould. 
Bless your Honour: But what is the Suit an't please you?  Hug. 
No worse than I wear myself, I would only  
Change an upper garment, I have a great fancy  
To see how that Red-coat would become me, mine's  
Velvet: Shall's Chaffer?  Sould. 
'Tis at your Service Sir.  Hug. 
Here, quickly then help to Strip me: What news Soldier?  Sould. 
News? Why, do you not hear a free Senate proclaimed?  Hug. 
A free Senate? make hast honest Soldier.  Sould. 
There's nothing but Joy in the City, and the  
Secluded Members of the Senate do every minute  
Creep out of their obscurities to admiration: They talk of  
Bonfires too: What turn there may be in the State  
I know not.  Hug. 
A Pox of all ill luck: It will come to my turn  
I fear.  Enter Cleomenes and salutes the Senators. Sould. 
They have my Lord Cleomenes Honour to Secure 'em;  
And the Senate-house being in the Castle, they have  
Pretty good assurance of their Safety.  Hug. 
Peace; not to loud: Stand behind me Soldier, thou  
Shalt not be seen, not for a World.  Sould. 
Why Sir! I dare show my Face.  Hug. 
Dear honest Myrmidon: for a Reason that I know.  Sould. 
Not show my Face!  Hug. 
There's more money: as thou lov'st me.—  Cleom. 
Most Noble Lords, and Reverend Senators,  
The Business that requires your presence  
Will need no Preface, more than to assure you,  
'Tis of dear Concernment to your Country's peace,  
Such as will wipe away the black Remembrance  
Of Timoleous Tomb.  Hug. 
Ha! Timoleon's Tomb, discoursed on already.  
Stand close good Soldier! I'll be thy Screen  
For this time.  Cleom. 
And prove a welcome Balm, to heal those  
Wounds, the people but too long have with you wept,  
While both your Votes and theirs meets Heavens  
At once: But I delay this Happiness too long,  
And now Conduct you to the place designed  
For this great Work.  Omn. 
Sen. Honoured Cleomenes.  [Exeunt Cleom. and Senators. Hug. 
They are out of Sight.— So, now I thank thee;  
Farewell honest Soldier.— and be hanged.  Sould. 
Stay Sir, a word,  Hug. 
I am in haste.  Sould. 
So am I: I have a Suit to you now.  Hug. 
To me? what prithee! Thou hast had my Coat already, but be short.  Sould. 
That you would please to walk along with me  
To the Castle.  Hug. 
Friend thou shalt excuse me now; another time.—  Sould. 
I must not be denied: I was civil to you.  Hug. 
What dost mean?  Sould. 
You must walk presently, as I direct, or I have  
A Goad will make you mend your pace.  Hug. 
Soldier, oh!  Sould. 
I must do my duty, I have an Order for't; I  
Expect a Reward too; Therefore dear Hugo.—  Hug. 
For thy Honour; thou know'st I saved thy Life.  Sonld. 
Do not you remember the Proverb: Save a man  
From the Gallows, and he'll be the first  
Shall cut your Throat. March, honest Hugo, march.  [Exeunt. The Senators appear in the Senate, to them Cleomenes, Alexius, Dorion, Sicanus, Calanthe veiled. Cleom. 
That you are safe, and met here, is the Joy  
Of your Cleomenes, who hath no Ambition, but  
To Repair his sad and bleeding Country,  
And that the Laws, after so many Stromes,  
May run in their own free and ancient Channel.  
Lay down your Fears of an Usurping Tyrant,  
Whose Lust of Empire hath committed such  
Horrid and high Impieties, I tremble  
But to Remember: And at the last hath added  
Unto his many Parricides, the murder  
Of his own Son: A Person that was only  
Unhappy, that he had so vile a Father.  
Who though not at present dead;  
Yet.—  Omn. Sen. 
How, not dead?  Cleom. 
Not dead Fathers, but by the Providence of  
Heaven, that heard our prayers, he is now  
Within your power, and timely shall appear  
To be the Object of your Justice first.  1. Sen. 
Thou art thy Conntries, and our great Preservor  Cleom. 
But there is something, Honoured Fathers, of  
Greater Concern to take up your chief thoughts.  
I meant it in my promise; and shall not  
Detain your Hopes too long: Here, I present  
The lovely person of a long lost Princess:  
A Branch surviving of the Royal Family,  
Whose Story will draw up your Love and Wonder;  
The fair Calanthe.  [They offer to Rise. 
Father's keep your places,  
And think what your own duties are obliged too.  Sen. 
It will Require no Study: We declare  
Her Right to the Succession: the Crown  
Is justly hers, and we Salute her Queen.  
Long live.—  Cleom. 
Stay Honoured Fathers; though her name and Virtues  
Deserve as much as all her Sex together,  
Whose preservation has been long my Study,  
Though I have nothing to accuse your duties,  
Yet she must not be Queen.  Cal. 
What means Cleomenes?  Omn. Sen. 
My Lord, your Reason.  Cleom. 
I'll show you a Reason presently.  [Exeunt Cleomenes and Col onel. Cal. 
After a great and constant zeal to place me  
In my own Right; Is he become my Enemy?  
The faith of man is but a Mockery.  Enter Cleomenes, Cleander, with Timandra. Alexius, Dorion, Sicanus. Cleom. 
Here is my Reason Fathers: Do none here  
Know this too long obscured Face?  Omn. Sen. 
The King: 'Tis Cleander.  [The Senators Rise. Cleom. 
Your pardon, Madam.  [To Calanthe. Cal. 
Ha! my Brother? let me throw  
My Soul into his Bosom: Blessed Cleomenes:  
My Royal Brother: dearer to my Heart  
Than many thousand Kingdoms.  Clean. 
O my dear Sister.  [Cleander led to his Seat by Cleomenes and Senators. Omn. Sen. 
Long live Cleander King of Sicily.  Clean. 
I shall employ the best Care of my Life  
●world● serve you, and my Country.  ●world● Sen. 
You are dropped a present Sir from Heaven: and after  
●s blessing, there is nothing left to pray for,  
●t that the same great Arm that brought you  
other with so much Miracle and Peace;  
●y still be a Guard about your Crown.  Clean. 
Most Honoured Subjects,  
●ead firm Loyalty in every Face,  
●ould else think the Crown a Burden to me.  
●t I must tell you that my Fortune meets it,  
when I have more Capacity of bearing  
so great a weight: For here is one that must  
guide all Cares with me: The fair Timandra.  [Rises from his Seat, and goes to Timandra▪ 
our Voices and consent will weave our Crowns  
●d persons into One: Heaven hath done his Office.  Cleo. 
Then long Live Cleander and Timandra.  
●ng and Queen of Sicily and Namidia.  Tim. 
I am rewarded now for all my Sufferings.  Cal. 
Madam.  [To the Queen. Tim. 
My Sister now.  Clea. 
Cleomenes pardon my unjust suspicion  
upon thy Honour.  Cal. 
He is perfect in all goodness: I must own him  
●ly best preserver: You can never Sir,  
enough reward his Piety.  Clea. 
I will hope,  
●world● you consent Calanthe: Dar'st give thyself to me?  Cal. 
Most freely Sir.  Clea. 
So, what think you of my Sister?  Cleo. 
What I should think, if she were not your Sister,  
were soon resolved;  
●e is the wonder of her Sex: A Princess  
to be with Reverence looked on a far off.  Clea. 
My Lord, if I should bring her nearer to you.  Cleo. 
She is in my Soul already.  Clean. 
Come Calanthe,  
●world● see thou only canst Reward Cleomenes▪  
and nothing else left worthy of his Faith▪  
And Honour: I must give thyself to him.  
Take her Cleomenes from me: your Hearts will meet  
And make no difference.  Cal. 
I Confirm my Brother's gift Cleomenes:  
Thy Blood is from the Race of noblest Ancestors.  
Thy Virtue makes the greater: and let Envy  
Talk itself dumb, thou dost deserve a Princess,  
And shall't be Read in story to thy Honour,  
When some that boast great Empires shall have dark  
And common Mention.  Cleom. 
'Tis too much Grace.  Clean. 
The Command  
Of all our Forces both by Sea and Land  
Are thine, with what can be hereafter found  
Worthy of thy Desert, and fit to add unto  
Calanthes Dowry.  Cleom. 
Your bounties overwhelm me, I must fear  
My Barks too small for this great Happiness,  
But will remember still you are Calanthe.  Enter Damocles Guarded, Dirion, Sicanus. Dam. 
Are you my Guard?  Sic. 
We do attend your Person.  Dam. 
But I had men that would Obey.  Dor. 
You had a Son too, but you murdered him.  Dam. 
Fine fellows: Ha! What are these? Senators?  
Their Faces are much paler than their Robes:  
And some of these dropped at Timoleon's Tomb: Ha!  
I know 'em again: See how my dream continues;  
When shall I wake? Me thinks I feel the weight  
Of mountains on me— Cleomenes:  
What gay thing is that?  Cleom. 
'Tis Cleander the King.  Dam. 
Ha, ha: A very dream still: If I were not  
Asleep, who durst confine me thus, and give me  
Such saucy Language? What's that Lady?  Cleom. 
'Tis the King's Sister, the fair Calanthe.  Dam. 
So, so, I am confirmed, and that's Timandra  
Whom the fine King plays withal: Chimaeras,  
What strange things do we fancy in our dreams,  
Some Thunder wake me.  Enter Hugo Guarded. Cleom. 
Hugo, Sir, the Usurpers Parasite,  
A most Perfidious Villain.  Hug. 
Ha! The King? I am blasted Sir, I most  
Humbly beg that you would hang me.  Clea. 
The Laws may fit you Sir.  Hug. 
I have deserved it.  Clea. 
I make no question:  
Remove this horrid Traitor from my sight,  
This day be sacred to our Kingdom's Peace,  
And let him dream on, till the Laws and Death  
Awake him.  Alex. 
Ask the King mercy: Speak for yourself Hugo.  Hug. 
To what purpose? Let me say what I will, I  
Knew they will hang me.  [They lead him off. Dam. 
Then I will wake myself:  
The next wound's his, that dares approach me.  
Cleander, I will do the Justice,  [Wounds himself with a Poniard. Clean. 
Restrain him.  Dam. 
'Tis too late, I scorn your Canting Forms of Law:  
'Tis in my Power to deceive all your policy: Ha!  
I do begin to be awake: This wound has done't:  
But I shall sleep again I fear, and quickly Vanish,  
I know not whither.  
My eyes grow dim o'th' sudden: 'Tis a trouble  
Now to look upwards: Heaven's a great way off,  
I shall not find the way i'th' dark: Farewell.  [Dies. Alex. 
He's Dead.  Clea. 
But left his name behind; A Glorious Villain.  
His Head shall be advanced upon the Castle,  
But let his Body crowed for Burial,  
I'th' Common Execution place.  
You Gentlemen (no more a Senate) shall  
Be honoured with the name of our great Counsel,  
And leave it to my care to Recompense  
Your Loss, and Sufferings.  Omne. 
Sen. You are Gracious.  Clean. 
There shall be an Indemnity for those  
Whose frailty, and not malice, made 'em Act  
Under the Tyrant.  Cleo. 
Mercy becomes a King, which as it flows  
Upon your Enemies, should have a free  
Stream to your Friends, whose Faith, Sir, hath been tried▪  
You else would break their Honest hearts.  Clean. 
I thank your good advice my Lord.  Cleom. 
And in their number let me, Sir, present  
(To kiss your Hand) this noble Gentleman,  
Son of the Lord Demaratus; who Bleed  
A Martyr for you.  Cal. 
He was my second Father.  Clean. 
And my Friend: you shall be  [Parmenio kisses the King's Hand. 
Restored both to his Honour and his Fortunes,  
Beside the Addition of some employment  
(That may be worthy) near our Person.  Cleo. 
What shall be done with Dionysius Body?  Clean. 
It shall have honourable interment.  
Come Timandra,—  
Set on to th' Temple first, Where we may Pay  
Our thanks and Vows to Heaven; whose Justice, though  
It march but slow, and silent;  
Yet at the last bold Traitors all shall Feel,  
It strikes their proud Heads, with an Arm of Steel.  [Exeunt omnes. 
FINIS.   

THE EPILOGUE TO THE USURPER.  
THe Moral use of Plays, does make us know  
Actions, which virtues Raise, and vice lay Low:  
Teaching the Bad, though even dead, to fear  
They may be Revived, to be punished here.  
As now this Play, by some such Magic Call  
Has raised a bold Usurper up, to Fall.  
And if I may advise you Gentlemen,  
Faith let him live, if but to die again.  
His Crime was horrid, and it is not fit,  
One death of the Usurper Expiate it:  
Let him die often, He's content that way,  
Still to be punished, so you'll spare the Play  
Which by our Author's aim was meant to be  
Here, a Record of all such Loyalty;  
That after long Contests, did safely bring,  
Subjects to Rights, and to his Throne our King.