FOUR NEW PLAYS, viz: 



Tragy-Comedies.  
The SIEGE of URBIN.  
SELINDRA.  
LOVE and FRIENDSHIP.    
PANDORA. A Comedy.    
Written by Sr WILLIAM KILLIGREW, Vice-Chamberlaine to Her MAJESTY.  
OXFORD, Printed by Hen: Hall, Printer to the UNIVERSITY, for Ric: Davis, 1666.   

WIT (like the World) is so decrepit grown,  
It wants some Crutch, or Hint to lean upon.  
Only you work alone, it may be said,  
Your Poems are created, and not made.  
You frame the stuff too, we but shapes and features;  
Our Poems are our Children, yours, your Creatures.  
Just as God's Poem, Earth; so vast, so fair,  
Suspended in, not built upon the Air.  
Poised by its self, (like Archimede's Dove,)  
Your Fancy's made t' exist, as ours to move.  
We vex the Subject that we write upon,  
Whilst all you Writ is Emanation.  
Thus you retrieve Old Time; for just as then  
The Golden Age, was but the Iron Men;  
So to Posterity it may be told  
Our Age is Iron, but our Wits are Gold.  
For tell me why, the Golden Age mayn't hence  
Be styled from Wit, as then from Innocence?  
He that will choose your Fancy, let him dread  
To wish for all your Wit, without your Head.  
What fan's the Ship, the Cockboat would overturn,  
And what in you's but bright, would elsewhere burn.  
For Marcyas to be Pan were pretty fair,  
Too much for Pan t' usurp Apollo's Chair.  T. P.  

Scholars, your Studies, and your Books lay by,  
Unless you could with Art and Industry  
Something produce, beyond what here is shown,  
By one to whom your Learning is unknown;  
Nature in him th' Effect of Art supplies  
With stories full of such varieties,  
And proper Language, for all Humours fit,  
So wonderful for judgement, and for wit;  
That only he, so aptly could Relate,  
What his high Fancy could alone Create.  R. T.  

On PANDORA.  
FOr me to praise your Play, were to dispraise;  
So weak a Bays, can no great Trophy raise;  
Yet my Respect commands me fix a Name,  
To you no Glory; Yet may prove my Shame.  
Prose, though indifferent, yet passes still,  
Verse, if not Excellent! most men count ill:  
foils set off jewels, such my Lines must be,  
Then to be short, is no ill policy.  
I think, there is Rich Sense, and Language fit,  
I think, there's many turns of sprightly Wit,  
I'm sure, you reach what was your highest end,  
To show her power, on whom you now depend,  
Whose Virtue hath, so blessed an influence,  
To make him Spiritual; that more loud sense;  
You like Clearcus were; some thought too gay,  
Now changed; witness this Recantation Play.  Lodowick Carlisle.  

In Honoratissimi Domini GULIELMI KILLIGRAEI, & Regiae Catharinae Majestatis Vi-Camerarii Praeclaum, & Inculpatissimum Drama Selindra Praconium.  
QUòd prudens tua, quòd modesta Musa  
Vitavit petulantiora Scenae,  
Nec Lenocinium joci procacis  
(Quod falsò ingenium student vocari)  
Dum risum movet exuit Pudorem;  
Inculpata tua at sonant Theatra  
Quod virgo proba, quod stolata mater  
Quod purus positâ severitate  
Jàm post pulpita perlegat Sacerdos;  
Quòd jurat tibi nullus Historionum, aut  
Laeso numine quaeritur venustas,  
Nec constat populo tuum Poema  
Impensis animae suae ut crumenae;  
Quòd (sermone humili urbium relicto  
Vernis sordidulis & institori)  
Venam Nobilis Aulicumque spiras  
Dignum Caesaris aure cum requirens  
Summas Imperii levare curas;  
Vult ut desipiat duabus horis;  
Has dotes reputo tuas secundas:  
Sed, quòd cum veniunt ad implicata,  
Cum Scena haereat, & quòd impeditae  
Desperant animi exitum Fabellae,  
Quâ vates veteres Jovem vocabant  
Ad partes, poterit throno ut crepante  
Narrare ambigui dolos Theatri,  
Atque (ut vincula Gordiana quondam  
Pellaeus juvenis) molesta tollunt  
Infulso gladio. Undique plagâ,  
Tu per nescio quam modò citatam  
Ex notâ tibi plebe Passionum  
(Ut quodam noviter reflante vento)  
Convertes aliò nouísque tota  
Compages operis rotis movetur;  
Neglectis superisque & inferisque  
Per curam facilem domesticamque  
Affectum proprio è sinu petitum  
Salvas attonitos & haesitantes.  
Hanc Artem tibi, Killigraei, solus  
Tu posces, dubii hanc Strophen Theatri.  T. L.  

The Latin Verses Translated.  
THat thy wise, and modest Muse,  
Flies the Stages Loser Use;  
Not Baudry Wit, does falsely Name,  
And to move Laughter, puts off Shame.  
That thy Theatres Loud Noise,  
May be Virgins chaste Applause;  
And the stoled Matron, grave Divine,  
Their Lectures done, may tend to thine!  
That no Actor's made profane,  
To debase God, to raise thy strain;  
And People forced that hear thy Play,  
Their Money, and their Souls to pay.  
That thou leav'st Affected Phrase,  
To the Shops to Use, and Praise;  
And breathest a Noble Courtly Vain,  
Such as may Caesar entertain,  
When he wearied would lay down,  
The Burdens that attend a Crown,  
Disband his Souls severer Powers,  
In Mirth and Ease dissolve two Hours!  
These are thy Inferiors Arts,  
These I call thy second Parts!  
But when thou carriest on the Plot,  
And all are lost, i'th' subtle Knot,  
When the Scene sticks to every thought,  
And can to no Event be brought,  
When thus of Old, the Scene betrayed,  
Poets, called Gods unto their Aid;  
Who by Power might do the thing,  
Art could to no Issue bring.  
As the Pellaean Prince that broke,  
With a Rude and Downright stroke.  
The Perplexed and Fatal Noose,  
Which his skill could not Unloose!  
Thou dost a Nobler Art profess,  
And the Coyled Serpent canst no less  
Stretch out from every twisted Fold,  
In which he lay invove and rolled.  
Induce a Night, and then a Day,  
Wrap up all in Clouds, and then display  
Th' easy, and the even Design,  
A Plot, without a God, Divine!  
Let others bold pretending Penns,  
Writ Acts of Gods, that know not men's.  
In this to Thee, all must resign  
Th'surprise o'th● Scene is wholly Thine!   

Of Pandora's not being Approved upon the Stage as a TRAGEDY.  
SIr, You should rather teach our Age the way  
Of judging well, then thus have changed your Play,  
You had obliged us by employing wit,  
Not to reform Pandora, but the Pit:  
For as the Nightingale, without the Throng  
Of other Birds, alone attends her Song,  
While the loud Daw, his throat displaying, draws  
The whole Assembly of his fellow Daws;  
So must the Writer, whose productions should  
Take with the vulgar, be of vulgar Mould;  
While Nobler Fancies make a flight too high,  
For Common view, and lessen as they fly.  Edmund Waller.  

TO ENVY.  
THou Snake that lurk'st under the Poet's Bays,  
Envy, confess thy Malice to these Plays,  
Art thou not vexed to see the Plots well laid,  
The Language pure, and every Sentence weighed?  
New Humours? Passion wrought up to that height,  
Men weep, and yet their grief begets Delight?  
All this by Nature done, which shows, the Arts  
Infuse themselves, where they find Wit and Parts.  
Out of these Premises we may infer  
Here will be no work for the Censurer;  
The wiser Critic will do better first;  
And for the Foolish, let him do his worst.  R. Stapylton.  

THE SIEGE OF URBINO. A Tragicomedy.  
Written by Sr WILLIAM KILLIGREW, Vice-chamberlaine to Her MAjESTY.  
OXFORD, Printed by Hen: Hall Printer to the UNIVERSITY, for Ric: Davis, 1666.   

To the Author of the Siege of URBIN.  
Sir,  

I Have perused your Plays, and in them find,  
Abundant Riches to adorn the mind;  
Beyond the pleasure of the Ears, and Eyes,  
Which are delighted most with Levitieses.   

Selindra's Characters so great! and good,  
Maintained throughout; if fully understood!  
Shows, none did ever better Plot contrive,  
Or represent a Dead show more alive!  
Pandora tells, how virtuous Women may  
Make vicious men, cast all their ills away;  
Such wanton Wit, in Ralliery, so writ!  
Virtue herself, may hear, and practise it.  
I judge, that by Ormasde's, you design,  
To teach how Friendship's, more than Love, divine!  
Yet have such Characters of both expressed,  
You leave no Argument, to choose the best.  
This Siege of Urbino, more than all does show;  
That you, true Images of Virtue know,  
And to improve the world, your skill impart,  
That we may learn to imitate your Art.  
'Tis want of wit, and judgement in this Age,  
If we discern not what adorns the Stage!  
When passions high, and to the life expressed!  
Do not raise flames in every worthy breast;  
When Florio with such subtle Art, beguiles  
Our souls concern, to mingle tears with smiles;  
What more can Plays afford? or we desire?  
When to our Recreations we retire!  
We wish for lines, our reason may Command,  
Not such as breaks our brains, to understand.  
You have a noble Pen, and fancy such!  
To be more Eloquent, would be too much!   S. T.  

On the SIEGE of URBIN. To the AUTHOR.  
SIr, since I had the happiness to read  
The Siege of Urbino; I hear, others plead  
That All may see't, and plead with such success;  
That now you'll wave the Stage, and grace the Press.  
'Twill much oblige the Nation, for they'll find  
Your Play stamped with the Figure of your Mind;  
The Poëm's Noble, nothing Vulgar in't;  
You coin not Bullion at the Common Mint,  
As we do, whose low souls no Art can raise:  
Nay even when love's infused into our Plays,  
Slow as a Drug, that in the body lies,  
Our Fancy works; yours, like a Spirit, flies,  
Nor does your excellence alone consist  
In Love's soft Parleys: you do Soldiers list,  
And carry on designs of War and State,  
Formed in a Camp and Court which you create.  
And though new Poets, like new Stars, appear:  
Yet still you rise above their highest Sphere.  
'Tis true, they write great Characters; but then,  
How often speak their Great like meaner men;  
You make a Prince do all things like a Prince,  
That's Argument sufficient to evince  
The Dictates that from deepest Reason slow,  
Which learned Poets dream but of, you know,  
If then, He, that has greatest latitude  
Of Knowledge merit most; I may conclude  
The laurel's yours, justly transplanted now,  
From off the scholar's, to the Courtier's brow.  R. Stapylton.  

To his most Honoured Friend THE AUTHOR.  
SIr, When I read your Play methought I saw  
The persons Enter and go off, you draw  
All Parts so speaking, so to Life, that I  
Felt my Ears cozened by my well pleased Fie,  
And thought I heard the Actors, which did there  
At once present a Play and Theatre.  
All passages contrived by such just Laws  
As crown the best of Poets with Applause,  
And challenge to your Wit the freshest Bays  
Which can be gathered from clapped Hands, and Praise.  
The whole Intrique a Labyrinth, which you  
Through all the windings furnish with a Clue,  
By which the wondering Traveller is Led  
Through ways past finding out but by your Thread.  
The Plot and Scenes wrapped up in such disguise▪  
As when a fine Cloud darkens the bright Skies.  
Yet so, as this shade turns at length to Light,  
And a fair daybreak issues forth of Night.  
The Lover's parts, which tread our Modern Stage,  
Are the Reproach, and Dullness of our Age.  
Where a young Gallant fight for his Whore  
With a curled Rival, at a Tavern Door,  
The Drawers called to reconcile the fray,  
With Parish Constable, do make the play.  
Your Fancy doth in higher Regions move,  
And teach great Princes princes ways of Love.  
Kindling in noblest Breasts the noblest fire,  
Which to fruition by great Deeds aspire.  
Thus your Lorenzo raised a generous Flame  
In his great Mistress by a Warlike Fame,  
And made his wounds, and Dangers first oblige  
His Silviana rescued from a Siege.  
And thus your Florio did all Hearts surprise,  
First by her Valiant Sword, than conquering Eyes  
In whose concealed sex you both sex's place,  
Mars in her Courage, Venus in her Face.  
Nor is't a wonder, if thus beautified  
Some wished her for their Bridegroom, some their Bride.  
Such Marriages are only framed by you,  
Who know to he Loves priest, and Poet too.  M. C.  

On the SIEGE of URBIN. To the AUTHOR.  
MIracle of Nature, by no Arts taught;  
Borne beyond Learning; with such fancy fraught!  
That all thy Poems do the World surprise,  
To find such Treasure, under such disguise.  
Such parts, with so great modesty concealed,  
Doubles their value, when they are revealed.  
Thy Characters of Love, and Friendship show,  
Thy heart's the Fountain, whence those Virtues flow.  
We Fictions write, the Poet's chiefest part!  
Thou paint'st thyself, and thy own pattern Art.  E. F.  

The AUTHOR to the Reader.  
Reader,  
Instead of justifying my idle hours thus spent; or beging your applause, for what you may not like; I desire you to excuse my confidence, for Printing so high Compliments, from my kind Friends; who have here Poëtized in praise of what I fear you will not find! Yet if no Stones be flung at me, but by those that would be really displeased, to be so praised: I have hopes to escape, till some other kind of martyrdom be found for  
Your most humble Servant W. K.   

The Actors Names of the Siege of Urbin.  

The Duke of Urbino.  
Camillo.  
Alphonso.  
Corbino.  
Tigillo.  
Borosco.  
Longino.  
Fernando.  
Fernando. five Strangers.  
Luco. five Strangers.  
Florio. five Strangers.  
Pedro. five Strangers.  
Maluezzo. five Strangers.  
Silviana, the Duke's Sister.  
Rossina. four Ladies of quality.  
Mariana. four Ladies of quality.  
Phisora: four Ladies of quality.  
Floremlla. four Ladies of quality.  
Clara, Mariana's Maid.  
Pages.  
Officers.  
Soldiers.  
Surgeon.  
Lodovico, Duke of Ferrara.  
His General.  
Officers.  
Soldiers.    

PROLOGUE.  
LAdies, Our Author does by me declare,  
Your Characters are still his chiefest care;  
That what he does present to Public view,  
he'd have as Excellent, as he thinks you;  
If then his great respect, does make him raise  
A Figure rarely practised in our days?  
To set a Lustre on your sex, that may  
Your reserved Virtues to the World display!  
He hopes his Age, his fancy may excuse,  
If it fly low for a Romantic Muse!  
But if the Ladies! Florio's part approve!  
He fears no men, who dare pretend to love;  
And then, if all who love, do like his play!  
No matter, what the rest o'th' World do say.   


THE FIRST SCENE IN CELESTINAS BEDCHAMBER in PISA.  When the Curtain is drawn up, CELESTINA is seen sitting by a Table, in a rich Nightgown, a Scarf over her head, holding a Dagger in her Handkerchief, she puts up her Scarf and speaks. Celestina. 
WHat noise was that? or did I dream? it seemed my Father's voice, to hasten me to Church! The dismal thought of that sad sound, frights my Soul, with apprehension of approaching misery!— a thousand Images of strange terrors, do in various shapes appear, and bring all the sad stories I ever heard, of forced Marriage, afresh into my memory!— if I consent to marry him, or do at all comply! the guilt of our ensuing evils will be mine!— My heart shrinks for fear, at these Ideas of such ills to come! that I will try to think myself into the other World.— She pulls her Scarf over her Face and sits a while silent.— There is no other way, no remedy but this Dagger! and now the last hour for my resolve! I shame to tremble thus, yet cannot choose!— I know one stroke, will free me from an Age of misery! to which compared, the pains of death will seem delightful!— I only fear to go, I know not where! and childishly do dread, I know not what! these be the doubts, create this shaking ●it; which makes me fear this unsteady hand, may miss my heart, if I strike now!— and yet I must! for I shall be another Man's to morrow! and then to kill myself, will invade his Right!— it must be now; I am now Mistress of myself, and if I only harm myself! where is the crime? Who has the wrong?— Why then, should self slaughter be a sin? When I am dead, my Father may relent, and teach other Parents more humanity; and so free many innocents', from like slavery!— if then so great a happiness, unto myself accrue? and so much good to others may ensue! why do I doubt to Die?— a few thoughts more, and I am ready.  She pulls down her Scarf again; and sits silent. Melina knocks aloud at the Door, and cries out Melina. 
Help Madam, help! for Heaven's sake help! or I am lost!  Celestina frighted from her thoughts, runs in haste to open the Door, and leaves the Dagger on the Table. [Enter Melina.] Celestina. 
What frights thee thus, what danger threatened thee?  Melina. 
Oh Madam! the Villain fled, as you approached!— Melina takes up the Dagger.]— Ha! What use have you for this?— was it for this? that I was now locked out.  [aside] Celestina. 
She has deceived me by a trick, and I must now dissemble.  Celestina sits again, and pulls her Scarf over her Face. Melina. 
Madam, 'tis ominous, to celebrate your Wedding Eve in sighs!— when the Sun sets in a dark Cloud, we say the Morning will be foul.  Celestina. 
True Melina, but if the Sun do set in a red Sky! the same Augurs say, the Morning will prove fair.  Melina. 
Some bright red Evenings, make us judge so! but a bloody coloured Sky! often foreshows some dismal accident at hand.  Celestina. 
No more; thou hast for an hour or too, reprieved me from the grave;— but this Handkerchief will do the work, as well as that Dagger Melina! now I am resolved to die!  Melina. 
And I, as fully bend, to accompany your Ghost, unto the other World: die when you will!  Celestina. 
Thou hast no Argument for death!  Melina. 
Yes Madam, I cannot part with you, my sense of your many favours, does work the same effect in me, your troubles do bring you.  Celestina. 
To lay thy blood on my head Melina, will be cruelty, not love! and so create a sin upon my Soul, I thought not of!  Melina. 
'Tis in you to prevent that evil, by preserving yourself, and me, who will not live without you; have we not sucked the same Milk, and ever since been bred together!  Celestina. 
Did ever servant love a Mistress thus!  Melina. 
Did ever Mistress love a servant! as you have me! more like a near relation, than your made!  Celestina. 
High gratitude! thy returns, are beyond my obligations.— But wouldst thou have me live? and marry that Monster I abhor.  Mel. 
No, I would have you put the Marriage off, by a feigned sickness, for a while! and try some less dangerous remedy; then 'lll'e assist.  Celest. 
I have twice done so, and by it more insenced my angry Father, who now has vowed, dead or alive, he will to morrow carry me to Church.  Mel. 
What if he do?  Celest. 
At the Altar then, I'll sacrifice my life; if not now.  Mel. 
Is there no way but Death?  Celest. 
Yes, I have a way to help myself; if thou will here engage thy Faith, not to reveal, but to assist in my design! my hard hearted Father shall not in such haste, hurry me to Church;— my thoughts are honest, and my actions shall be honourable:— say Melina, shall I trust thee? or must I die?  Mel: 
I will engage; so you will vow to me, not to fall by your own hand!  Cele: 
I do, I do:— haist now my dearest friend, fetch presently [She embraces Melina.] my Bothers two new Suits, he made long since for this solemnity! they will fit us well:— We must be men Melina! and immediately be gone.  Melina. 
Men Madam!  Celestina: 
I men, in show!  Mel: 
And whither then?  Celestina. 
Nay, if you raise doubts already! my first resolve, returns.  Melina. 
Will you not admit me to consult in the affair; you now think fit to trust me with!  Celest. 
Yes, yes, but we have no time to counsel now!— you have heard, how Ferrara's hotheaded Duke, prepares an Army for a War with Urbino? and hopes by force to get the Princess Silviana for his Wife; against her Brothers, and her own consent.  Mel. 
I have heard such a discourse!  Celest. 
That discourse is true Melina;— and we must now haste to URBINO in our disguise; there as Silvianas' Volunteer, I'll fight; and try what my Romantic destiny will be?— a foreign enemy may give the death I seek; which my own hands tremble at!  Mel: 
But Madam!  Celestina: 
No butts Melina, you must now obey,  
Make haste to shift our habits, and away.  Exeunt.  

THE SECOND SCENE.  Enter Fernando, Luco, and Maluezzo. Fern. 
WE have escaped their out guards strangely; they will be round about the Town this night Luco;  Luco. 
Will you stay the siege Sir?  Fern: 
I had not else come hither;  Maluezzo. 
Have you an Argument? and a concern, worthy of such hazard Sir.  Fern: 
I come (led by my Fate) to seek an Argument, that may prove worthy of greater hazard, than I shall meet with here; men who put to Sea on great designs, must not shrink at every Cloud, in apprehension that a storm is near; but if I find no business worthy my danger, I can retreat at pleasure.  Maluezzo. 
You will be engaged in honour, and must not stir.  Fernan: 
If so, I shall abide it cheerfully; Maluezzo, go you back immediately, while the way is open, and see all done at home, as I directed.  Maluezzo. 
I shall be careful Sir. Exit Maluezzo.  Fernan: 
Luco, take you a private lodging for me, before it do grow dark, and in this place, or on the next Rampire, you shall find me. Exeunt severally.  Enter Florio, and Pedro Florio. 
Happy, and blessed occasion! for my cross fate the best! here I may fall without the crime of my own hands, acting in my long wished for Death! here unknown without pity or reproach, I may Sacrifice my loathed life to appease my enraged Father; whose unnatural impositions have destroyed me. Methinks Melina our disguise, becomes us excellently well, and this Town besieged, will keep us undiscovered while we stay;— what says my fellow Soldier? canst thou fight?  Pedro. 
If my Argument to put on Breeches, were the same with yours Madam! I should like this habit, and your design, much better than I do; you fly the man you hate, and I leave him I love, to wait on you.  Florio. 
I see thy Compliment in its best dress, (Fidelity;) but 'tis now two late to sigh, or to repent; we are engaged past retreating and must on.  Pedro. 
I wonder Madam you do not shake to think what hazards you must run? this looks like leaping into the Sea, to avoid Shipwreck; the cure more desperate, than the evil you fly from.  Florio. 
Not more desperate Melina! I cannot fear, nor fancy an evil, beyond the embraces of that rich rotten Carcase, my unkind Father would match me to; as if guilding a sad heart, would make it happy! 'Tis easy to consent to die, when we consider how much better 'tis to be in Heaven, than here Melina.  Pedro. 
True Madam, if we be sure, this were the way thither! but how shall we answer at the Resurrection? for our Vira-goships'? for our own, and others blood, thus shed! if our Needles should prick our Fingers! and those small wounds fester to Gangrenes! that were to die in our own callings; but this way to fall, is a kind of self murder, and beyond my Faith to merit Heaven, by doing mischief to ourselves and others, who have no way offended us.  Florio. 
I have no thought of mischief in my heart towards any, nor is my Nature less smooth than thine, but my stars have ordained me a Rugged Fate that I cannot subdue.  Pedro. 
Allow all this, the means you still propose, are hopeless, as the end you aim at;— How will drawn Swords look in our weak ha●s? how soon will feeble strokes discover our faint hearts? and lay us open to reproach.  Florio. 
Thou art mistaken Melina, 'tis courage, and not strength, that is so necessary here; when Multitudes fall on, none can observe, whose Sword does the Execution;— but thou shalt stay at home, while my despair, leads me, where danger strikes the greatest terror; thou knowst part of my younger days, led with my banished Father, in wild Mountains, there trained for this work at hand! but my business is now to die, as thine to live, 'tis not thy Valour, I engaged to this adventure, but thy fidelity; who after my decease, must witness to the World, the truth of my sad story, lest our sex be scandalised;— you shall not ●ight Melina.  Pedro. 
If I survive? will a relation from me, your fellow wanderer, have credit with the World? I fear your flight from home, and such a Romantic death, may prove eternal scandal to your Name: Innosence, is not enough to justify so bold an Act!  Florio. 
Conceal me then;— I carry here an innosence, beyond the reach of Censure; and though I fly that moving Sepulchre at home, I have a courage, that dares meet again my old acquaintance, the Ravening Wolf, and hungry Bear, rather than be so buried while I live!  Melina. 
Is all this danger, to avoid the man that you dislike? no inclination for another, you would have?  Florio. 
Had I been so weak! as to like any! I had not found strength, for this bold adventure;— prithee sweet Melina, do not betray me by thy fears, I did believe thee bold, and a fit Confident, or I had near imparted my design.  Pedro. 
I must confess, I did not fear to go at midnight in the dark, through our long entries, to meet my Lover; those joys, were ever above the thought of shadows, but these dangers are of a higher Nature Madam, our lives, and Credits both at stake.  Florio. 
Fie Melina, dost thou own courage, in actions void of Modesty? and shrink when honour bids the hazard!— thou makest me tremble now indeed, lest some guilt of thine, should pull a cross Fate on us.  Pedro. 
Remove those thoughts of me, and all your fears together, for I am Armed with such a virtuous confidence, as will shrink at no danger, you dare look on; but will vie Perils with you, when occasions call me to it.  Florio. 
Bravely resolved; thus then let us in private, practice how to wave our Swords! lest we show ignorance, when we have use of She draws with the Scabbard on. them;— Why should not women's hearts agree with such a strength, as our Arms have to manage this Sword? 'tis only custom, and a tender Education, makes us less bold, and active, than the bravest men;— the Amazons we read, have done great things, and my spirit prompts me, to an honourable death, before a wretched life, which makes me thus endeavour, to fall worthy a Noble Character, for after times to pity,— or to praise, and wonder at!  Pedro. 
I am now fully confirmed Madam, and hope to see you fight like the brave Maid of Orleans, who drove the English from those parts of France, when almost all was Conquered, by that Warlike Nation!—  

— So that in after Ages, your Renown,  
May outshine hers, that saved the Gallique Crown!   Florio. 
If France do that bold Virgin's valour own!  
Why should not we, now make that wonder none?  Enter: towards them:—— Fernando muffled in a grey Cloak, behind him five Banditee, who seize on his Cloak; he draws and fights, till Florio and Pedro rescue him, and beat off the Thiefs: he returns, starts as he embraces Florio. Fernando. 
To what Angels Face, and Heroes Arm, do I owe my Life? or has great Mars put Venus' figure on? my amazement is beyond the sense of my deliverance;— what are you Sir?  Florio: 
A stranger, here but now arrived.  Fern. 
Are not you hurt?  Florio: 
I feel none Sir; pray who were those assaulted you?  Fern: 
Banditee, who in such times of War, stand in corners to take Cloaks!  Perd. 
If this be all the danger, our drawn Swords will bring us? I shall To Florio aside. near be out.  Enter Luco. Luco: 
Are these Enemy's Sir?  Fern: 
They are my good Angels Luco, from Heaven sent to guard me;— have you taken lodgings?  Luco: 
I have.  Fern: 
But I must first attend you to your house Sir, lest these To Florio. Villains return upon you:  Florio: 
We yet have none, but were enquiring where to lodge, when you came by us.  Luco: 
The house that I now came from has Room for all.  Fern: 
Pray let us lodge together, that I may find some way to serve you, who have engaged me so highly.  Florio: 
We shall gladly be obliged, as you desire, and will wait on you.  Fern: 
By your daring courage, I judge you come to serve the Duke, against this insulting Enemy, as I do.  Florio: 
We seek employment;  Fern: 
Have you an address to any in this Court?  Florio: 
We have none, but come to serve as Volanteers:  Fern: 
My purpose is the same, we may do well to make our first visits presently to Court, and show our intents to serve the Duke, if you approve it; let us see our Lodgings, and then go.  Florio: 
I shall be wholly guided by you Sir.  Fern: 
Show the house Luco.—  

— Methinks that face has in it something more! Aside▪  
Then in my Life I ever saw before.   Exeunt. Enter Duke with Camillo, Lords and Officers. Duke: 
Has the Enemy taken spade in hand Camillo?  Cam: 
Yes Sir, and is already breaking ground:  Duke: 
we'll entertain 'em at break of day, with a sharp Sally, to give them an assay of what courages they are to meet with, let our Troops be ready by day break.  Camillo: 
All shall be ready Sir; but methinks the night were fitter for our Sally.  Duke: 
I like not Sallying in the Dark, 'tis subject to great mistakes, and such accidents, as often makes the best designs uncertain; No Camillo, the Sun shall see, and show the vigour we charge with, 'twill raise our Hearts to higher actions, than a dull shade is worthy of!  

Our glitring Swords, and our enraged Eyes,  
Will show how much we do their War despise!  
And amongst their Soldiers such amazement s●ing,  
They shall not fly, the Ruin that we bring.   Enter the Princess to them, with Rossina, and Phylora at one door, At the other Enter an Officer with the four Strangers, Fernando, Florio, Luco, and Pedro a little after. Duke: 
Take courage Silviana, this War will not prove so terrible, as your fears suggest!  Princess. 
My apprehension Sir, is not more, then does become my Sex; when Nations are at stake, and my interest must be decided by the hazards of a War;— is it not time to sigh? and pray, I and to tremble at the thought of such an evil! though my innosence, and your valour, may be Crowned with Victory, it must be purchased by the blood of Loyal Subjects.  Duke: 
Let them who force the War, shake at the event! and answer for the evils.  Officer: 
These Gentlemen new come to Town, desire the Honour They salute the Duke. to kiss your Highness' hand.  Duke: 
You have chosen an ill time, to visit URBINO Gentlemen; when the Alarms, and hazards of a besieged Town, allows no hours for entertainment, or for rest.  Fern: 
To hazard, we come hither Sir;— honoured Trophies gained in so just a War! are glorious invitation to virtuous minds, and fill our hearts with sure Predictions of a good success.  Duke: 
You Prophesy like a friend, and I have Faith for what you say,— do these youths belong to you?  Fern: 
No Sir, I met them but an hour since, where they saved my life, by rescuing me from five or six Banditee,— they come to serve you in this War.  Duke: 
Your looks invite me to inquire your Country, and qualities, that I may find a fit employment for such worthy persons, who set honour at so high a rate.  Fern: 
My name is Fernando, and his Florio, my ambition Sir, is not above a Volunteere, I understand not to Command;— but Florio I confess looks like somewhat more than he is pleased to own.  Duke: 
My fancy does concur with yours,— and I shall study to welcome both, as well as this disturbed time permits me; this occasion makes us wink at such Banditee for the present, who are bold on all attempts, and in this War may be of use; but I should not have judged this fair youth fit to manage Arms!  Fern: 
Your Highness will have other thoughts, when you see Florio in the field! the Enemy will find him man enough!  Duke: 
What part of Italy is so happy? as to have bred such early virtue▪  Florio: 
I am of Pisa Sir; my business is to see the World, and improve my knowledge by my Travels.  Fern: 
Of PISA Florio! know you any of note there?  Florio: 
All Sir.  Fern: 
Pray Sir, let us two fight in the same Troop, that we may emulate each others actions, in your service.  Duke: 
The contest will not be equal,— your looks will strike more terror in an Enemy, then Gentle Florios' Sword can do; I will prevail with this young Soldier, (if I can)! to secure the Ladies, while we Sally, his courage will abate their fears, who apprehend more danger than is cause for.  Florio: 
Sir, I shall curse my soft faint looks, if they belie my heart, that covets to get honour by my Sword, as much as he, that can frown Speaks in Anger. most!— I will either sally this night with Fernando, or quit the Town before I sleep.  Duke: 
This storm which I have raised is more bewitching lovely, than thy calm gentle looks were.—  The Duke embraces Florio. 

— If you have yours, and I have my desire;  
Let me again embrace what I admire!   Pedro. 
I pass for no body all this while! but if my good Sword hold! [aside.] I'll do; I know not what!  Rossina: 
The Dukes in love Madam, and talks like one of us, to this Adonis.  Princess. 
They look great, as if they would do service, worthy my brother's highest compliments.  Enter to them Camillo the General. Camillo. 
We are all ready for the Sally Sir; I wish your Highness would reserve yourself for the next occasion, we shall have work enough of this kind; the Enemy is strong.  Duke. 
I will not be diverted, but myself will lead you on;— here Camillo,— let these stranger's charge in your Troop, next to yourself; they appear to be of quality, and no doubt have courage to merit what honours we can give 'um.  Camillo: 
They shall be my care Sir.  Duke: 
Call for my Arms, 'tis time that we make ready.—  

— Retire, lost your fears Silviana may  
Our best displease, and doubting men dismay.   Exit Duke and Train. Princess. 
I have a heaviness about my heart Rossina, which I cannot remove!  Rossina. 
Your Highness too much apprehension of the Duke's danger, looks like doubting those powers, which protect Princes in all just causes.  Princess. 
I cannot contradict you, nor can I be less concerned, because this War is on my account, though I be guiltless, the proved Prince of Ferrara demands our principality in Dowry, by which he shows to have but small esteem of me; the Dukedom must be entailed on me, and my Brother tied from a second Marriage? thus his ambition, not his love, makes War, for the enlarging his Dominions!  Rossina: 
Pray Madam be pleased to retire into the Castle, the Duke is now on sallying:  As they are going off they meet Mariana, and Phylora, coming in haste. Prin: 
Whiter so fast Mariana? why so frighted my Phylora?  Filora. 
We came from the Tower next to the Port, Madam.  Princess. 
And from thence, what saw you? to beget this Terror!  Philora. 
We saw the Duke all in Armour, riding before his Troops, with so much terror, and such a dust! that we durst stay no longer, but ran trembling down, to be near your Highness in this danger.  Prin: 
So then our own Troops, and their dust, have conquered you, stout Soldiers! I thought by your amazed looks, the Enemy had been entering of our Ports.— Let me have notice when my Brother does return. Exeunt.  An alarm sounded a far off, some Skirmishes, than the Duke of URBINO worsted, two Lords slain by him, and himself in danger, Retreats? and is rescued by the Strangers; Exeunt. Florio and Pedro must not fight on the Stage through the whole play. And then Reenter the Duke with the four Strangers followed by Camillo, and officers with Carbino, and Borosco two old Lords. Duke: 
Are Petruchio, and Morosino both Dead?  Camillo: 
Both slain Sir.  Duke: 
They shall have solemn Funerals: who did deserve more honour, than I can give their Memories;— I saw 'em fall, and hoping to relieve 'em, had lost myself, if brave Fernando, with young Florio, had not come timely in to save me:— I owe my life to you Gentlemen, and must declare, this great success is wholly due unto your Valours; 'twas you that Rallyed us when routed; 'twas you that forced the enemy to his first retreat, and you have brought us off with honour, when all was desperate!  Fern: 
You over value our endeavours Sir; 'twas our good fate to come in timely, but your own valours won the day.  Duke: 
This humility looks greater than your actions;— Fernando, I entreat you take Command of all our Horse, in place of slain Petruchio,— and have the same suit to Florio, that he will command my Guards in place of Morosino fallen.  Fern: 
Your Highness has great Commanders here more worthy of this Honour,— I have such engagements on me, that I can accept of no employment, longer than this Seedge lasts.  Florio: 
You over load me Sir, with a charge too great for my years to undertake.  Duke. 
Your Officers will ease you of all the painful part; though I yet know you not:—  

— My purpose is, to show how much I prise  
That virtue, which appears through your disguise.   [Enter to them the Princess and Ladies, She runs to the Duke.] Prin: 
My prayers are heard, and you are safe returned! She runs to meet the Duke.  Duke. 
I owe my life Silviana, and you your thanks to these Gallant men,— Fernando has showed us how to command, and how to fight, and taught all the offices of a great Soldier.  Fern: 
Your compliments are such Sir; as I dare not Answer, because I must not own them:  Duke. 
Here I present you Silviana, with this Ages wonder! such The Duke takes Florio by the Hand. Youth, such Beauty, and such a Courage!— as sends Thunder from his Arm, with such lightning from those bright Eyes as did amaze the Enemy in fight; and will in Peace with smiles subdue as many.  Princess. 
If your discourse were not of War, I should believe you did describe a Mistress rather than a man.  Duke. 
You have said truer than you think Silviana; for I shall court Florio, as Mistress of all the Joys that I can fancy, and love him! like some divine substance, I have no name for!  Florio. 
You make me blush so much Sir, that I must hide myself. He is going.  Duke. 
Stay Florio, and I will talk no more thus; but by my favours judge hereafter, at what rate I value such a Miracle of Nature, in show more fit for Venus, than the rough discipline of Mars; Florio shall be my bosom friend, my surest guide to Virtue, and Renown!  Florio. 
I am wearied Sir, and beg your permission to retire a while.  Duke. 
Take your own time Florio. Exit Florio.  Prin: 
Brother, is this Raillery? or do you design to set up your young favourite, for the Court Idol? if so brave a man, will allow such flattery? we will all adore him too:— But suppose some Lady should gain an interest in Florio's heart? how will you bear such a partner in his friendship?  Duke. 
What you but jest of, is my real wish, that fair Rossina, or some other Lady could lay such fetters on him, as might keep him ever here;— And if my favour can invite any to this Victory on Florio, I will make his Fortune suitable to Hers, who ere she be!  Rossina. 
I do submit to try my Fortune, but how must I proceed? I shall never learn to Woo Sir.  Prin: 
You shall have our assistance Rossina.  Rossina. 
If you can persuade him to love, leave the rest to me.  Duke. 
If Rossina be serious! she shall want no assistance;— but Fernando can do more than all, if he will join!— we may hope success!  Fern: 
I shall be willing to Endeavour as you desire, and doubt not [aside.] but Florio will embrace such advancement, as you design him;— I While he speaks this the Duke whispers with Silviana. wish it heartily, lest the Duke's dotage prefer him to his Sister, who I fear may look on Florio, with some concern, before I gain an interest:— Silvianas' Eyes have struck me through, Fame was short in her Relation.  Duke. 
If it be not Rossinas good Fate to get his Love? I invite you Ladies all, to try the Magic of your several Beauties, to engage him so by love, that he may live here with us.  Princess. 
What all at once? the poor man will be smothered with Lady's hearts;— you'll fright him from all our Sex Sir; pray let Rossina try her single Fortune first.  Duke. 
Let us retire and order this affair  
Within, though it seem slight, 'tis worth our care. Exeunt Duke.  Exeunt Duke and Princess: Remains Camillo, Borosco, and Corbino. Camillo. 
The Duke is grown so fond of Florio, he regards none of us.  Corbino. 
'Tis two true, I wish we did know how to help ourselves!  Borosco. 
Methinks it were an easy work, to raise such jealousies between Florio and Fernando, as might make them destroy each other, and save us the labour.— I have put fancies in bold Fernando's Head, to make him Envy Florios' interest in the Duke, and cast out words, as if his aim were Silviana, and as if the Duke complied.  Corbino. 
I shall take my time to second what you say; but let us consult farther, you Camillo, have the greatest loss of the Duke's savour, and if I observe you right, have envy, and power enough, to execute your Revenge: we must not great things attempt without good advice.—  

— Though our design want neither skill, nor Wit;  
Being ill, it will ask power to manage it.   Camillo: 
I shall contribute what I can, to crush these strangers, ere they grow too strong for us to grapple with; but let us first advise the Duke, if our counsels do not prevale?—  

— Such Vipers must be smothered in the Nest,  
Lest they in time do blast our Interest.—   
— See, the Duke returns; Corbino, speak you first, and we will second what you say.  Enter Duke, and Servant's. Corbino. 
Sir, we have had a serious debate concerning the strangers, and your favours to them; which they have bravely merited! but yet Sir, some of your best Subjects have apprehension, that your Value may grow less for them, and they become remiss thereon.  Borosco. 
He speaks my sense Sir; I would not live to see you lose your people's hearts, by such neglect of them!  Duke. 
What is your opinion Camillo? do I over value the benefits received? from these new men!  Camillo. 
I do believe you do Sir; and have begot a censure by it, I could wish were off again.  Duke. 
Of what kind Camillo.  Camil. 
Of too much contempt of our own Nation, with a kind of Adoration! for the Strangers; as if they alone defended URBINO! and by their Swords only! you expected Victory! This Sir in duty, we offer to your serious thoughts; who have Commands, ourselves too high, to envy any honours, you can place on them.  Duke. 
I did look on their merits I confess, above my recompense! and by my favours, hoped to raise their noble hearts to higher actions in this War: But I shall be more cautious, then to discontent my Loyal Subjects, who grudge such benefit, as I bestow on gallant men, that saved my Life!  Camillo. 
Has what I said, offended Sir?  Duke. 
No, no, 'tis your love of me, and care of my prosperity!  Exeunt.   

SECOND ACT.  Enter:— [Fernando, Florio, with Luco and Pedro] Fern: 
NOble Florio, we have had no time since we first met, to congratulate our good Fortunes here.  Florio. 
It multiplies my happiness, that you approve the Duke's kindness to me Sir.  Fern: 
'Tis somewhat extravagant I confess;— such violent affections seldom last, Florio.  Florio. 
I could wish his favour somewhat less, lest it raise great men's envy on me.  Fern: 
'Tis well weighed, for I observe Camillo, with other Lords, look displeased at our advancement, pray observe them better, lest I mistake.  Florio. 
I see it too, and have endeavoured what I can, to gain their loves.  Fern: 
That is wisely done, but you may secure your interest here, by marrying into some great Family; by whose power, and Allies, you will be looked on as a Native, or at least be able to contest with any, that shall design against you.  Florio. 
What you mention, was proffered me last night, with old Corbino's wealthy Daughter Mariana, and an hour after, I was advised to treat with Camillo, for his fair Niece Rossina.  Fern: 
Which do you incline most too?  Florio. 
They are Beauties both, and seem equally endowed with Virtues, fit for their great Births; but I am preingaged, and can comply with neither.  Fern: 
So young, and so constant! is a wonder! (I see Borosco [aside.] guesses right, Silviana is his design!) I here the Duke intends to woo you for Rossina, and I hope you wisely will consider, what wealth, and honours will be proposed with her; and not in a Romantic gallantry, prefer some slight promise made in your own Country, before so great advancement.  Florio. 
I shall never entertain a thought, that may change my fixed heart, from its first Centre, to gain this Dukedom by it.  [aside.] Fern. 
I do not like this ('tis the Princess!) may I know if your heart inhabit here? is any Lady of this Court, so happy? to gain an interest in Florio.  Florio. 
No Lady here Sir; I assure you, but by my observations, I find you are not free from a growing passion, (allow me but so much) and I shall soon guess, that Silviana can be only worthy of Fernando's [He starts.] heart:— Why do you start?— why so amazed Sir? can you doubt to trust a person? you profess to value, as you have done me.  Fernando. 
Remove but one doubt, and I am thine for ever;— does not your own desire that way, raise your jealousy of me? and make you inquire, what you fear to find.  Florio. 
By all that's good,— I have no wish for Silviana, but will serve Fernando with all my interest; pray Sir believe and try me.  Fern. 
I do believe, and will trust thee with my heart; I love the Princess, and would gladly make some trial towards my design to gain her; which is the true cause of my engaging in this War:— and now Florio, I assure you my quality is such, as she may own my love, for I am—  Florio. 
Hold Sir, I will know no argument but Fernando's worth, to engage me to serve him.  Fern. 
You are my good Angel hither sent.  
To guard and guide me in my Banishment.  [They embrace.] Enter:— An Officer to Fernando. Officer. 
My Lord, the Council of War stay till you come to 'em.  Fern. 
I follow,— Florio I have much to say when we meet next.]  Exit Fernando. Enter.— Duke and Lords to Florio. Duke. 
Why Florio, do you absent yourself so much? is Fernando a better friend than I? who dote more on thee, than Lovers on their Mistress Eyes, when their kind hearts comply.  Florio. 
Though Fernando be a Noble Friend he has but a second place in my heart,— your favours are above the reach of any other person in the World!  Duke. 
Now you flatter me,— I can allow you to entertain a bosom Friend, of the other Sex before me, but no man Florio, must be my Rival, this jealousy speaks my esteem, that willingly would have thee ever in my sight, as the best object to fix my heart on, that I may Emulate thy Virtues.  Florio. 
May my ingratitude be highly punished, when I do value man or Woman, more than I do you Sir. [Embraces Florio.]  Duke. 
I have loved, or have believed so! and yet this Friendship [aside.] makes me doubt it now; unless Friendship be a mightier power than Love! But we find no shrines set up, nor any Altars burning Incense to this unknown Deity: The Ancients sure were ignorant of this most excellent Divine Humanity! (called Friendship,) something is here about my Heart, I never found before; and of great value sure! My Sister else, would not have jealous fears to lose it; The excellent Fernando, has his dislikes too! and many of my greatest Subjects cannot hide their Envy at my smiles on Florio! There must be something more than I discern in this new kind of passion, which I have no name for! but an impulsive Friendship, which I cannot, nay I dare not wish were less; Florios' person is clad in so rich Virtues, as delights my Eyes, and captivates my heart, beyond all the beauteous Women I have seen! so that while Florios' virtues lead me on, I cannot doubt my fate, nor slack my admiration!  [Enter to them, the Princess, and Ladies.] Duke. 
You look displeased Silviana, and something pale of late!  Princess. 
I want your wont kindness Sir; how can my looks be cheerful? when Florio like a sullen Cloud, does interpose between the Sun, that used to shine on me?  Duke. 
You chide me kindly Silviana; and in return, I wish Florio were a Prince, that I might part with him to you, and by so rich a gift, express my value of you both.  Princess. 
My wish reaches only to enjoy your conversation as before; I have no design to rob you of your Souls delight in Florio, but do not like that he alone, should have you to himself, while I, and all the World do seem neglected! by which you suffer more than you discern.  Duke. 
Suffer Silviana! is it a Crime to value Virtue? or to be grateful to the man has saved my life! my favours duly weighed, do not yet reach his merit.  Princess. 
I undervalue not his worth Sir; but grudge he should engross you to himself.  Duke. 
Your judgement, by this jealousy, is Eclipsed; else you would with me discern the inviting Arguments for such a friendship, as I desire to fix here! 'tis Friendship Silviana, a word so often used, and so little understood! that we lose the highest happiness this World affords, not knowing how to improve so Divine a Virtue! 'tis unity of Souls, the Saints enjoy above, and take delight to see us practise here on Earth! 'tis Florios' Virtue I admire, his rich heart I seek, a Treasure of more worth, than all the glittering honours, I can ever heap on him.  Florio. 
What answer can I make to this? but blushes; let my blushes Sir, speak for the heart you prise so much, too much!  Duke. 
Come Silviana, if you will smile on him for my sake, he shall not rob you of my converse, pray let him kiss your hand.  Enter:— [Fernando in discontent, the Princess goes to Florio, and he kisses her hand. Princess. 
I will Sir; for I have a full esteem of his great Virtue;— Florio merits much, but not all your heart Sir; I claim a Sister's part;— Florio if I can serve you here? you may employ me to my Brother boldly.  Florio. 
Madam, I am many times surprised by the Duke's favours, so much too high for me to own, that I do wish 'em less.  Princess. 
That is beyond my desire Sir, I would not lessen his favour to you, but would participate my Brother's love.  [aside.] Fernando. 
This is worse still! the Duke sets him on to court his Sister! but Florio is, I hope, too Noble to wrong me, that trust him;— and yet the Princess is a high Temptation, I must prevent the evil To the Duke I foresee, or I am lost!— The Enemy's approaches do come on a pace Sir, we must divert them with more frequent Sallies, or they will lodge under our Walls, within few days.  Duke. 
I intent this night, myself to Sally, and with all my power, to fall on their last work.  Fern: 
That will be too much Sir; I dare undertake with a small party, to destroy all they have yet done.  Princess. 
Pray brother leave this Sally to your Officers, and not on all occasions hazard your own person;— may you not rely on Fernando for his Conduct?  Duke. 
It shall now be so, but you would never have me fight Silviana.  Fern: 
Madam, you honour me so much, that I tremble at what I undertook;— I can encounter all the hazards of a War, with less concern; lest by an ill success, I lessen your opinion of my conduct:— but yet thus Armed with your commands! it were a crime to doubt!— Great Sir; I beg the sole command this night.  Duke. 
You shall Fernando, and I will rest secure, when so great skill, and courage meet with such a Noble soul, 'tis to be trusted, as myself were present.  [The Duke presents him.] Fern: 
I beg the honour Sir to kiss the Prince's hand, for this great favour done me.  Duke. 
My thanks to Silviana for this value of my friend.  Princess. 
Fernando has already showed he needs no additions Sir.  Fernan. 
I can have no addition, beyond your Highness' good opinion.—  [Exeunt Duke, Princess, and Train.] 

— My hearts engaged by Silvianas' Eyes,  
To waste itself in daily Sacrifice;  
With smothered sighs my doubt full state bemoan,  
Until the Priest, and Alter make us one.   Exit Enter:— Camillo with Longino and the discontented Lords. Camillo. 
These Mushrums are grown steeple high already!— to persuade the Duke against them, were to advance them higher.  Longino. 
I differ in opinion from you all, these strangers come to fight for us, and you envy those civilities, the Duke affords them.  Camillo: 
Is it so necessary; to have a favourite Longino? and he a stranger too!  Longino. 
You talk as if we were Princess, and our Master at our dispose, he must hear, see, and like only what agrees, with our fancies, or our appetites does please, and so would make the Duke, the only slave in his Dominions! not allow him the freedom of a friend, which is the highest humane consolation; unhappy men! whose malice, and ill nature, participate the curse of Hell, while you remain on Earth; never discerning, or at least not relishing those Angelical delights, which virtuous hearts enjoy, by loving, and obliging one another in great Courts; and seldom happy those Princes, who permit detractors near them.  Camillo. 
You are too severe Longino, we have no Traitorous thoughts, but set a true value on our Prince his favour, which we fear to lose.  Longino. 
I fear you have Malicious hearts, and then, I am not fit for your converse, that grumble at what you ought to thank Heaven for:— take heed that your ingratitudes, do not make our Lamb, put on his Lion's skin; and fright you into better manners. Ex: Lon:  Corbino. 
We must not be so free before Longino, he has a grain or two of simple honesty, too much for us!— now he is gone, we may proceed;— my Letter will destroy Fernando, if you approve it, and he gone, young Florio will want skill, to order his affairs against us all I say let us down with Fernando first.  Borosco. 
Let us see this Letter you so much confide in.  
[The Forged LETTER as from the Enemy.]  
FErnando, we wonder you so long delay, what you so boldly undertaken, we know you have credit any night you please, to set open the South Port, next our new work, and let us in! your reward is ready for you.  
Yours L.L.  Camillo. 
This no doubt will raise a jealousy, but from whom must this be sent? by whom brought hither? and how found?  Corbino. 
I'll say the Trumpet which came this morning to fetch a pass for a Herald, about the interview, did lose it, I found it, read it, and myself will show it to the Duke; who can disprove this?—  Camillo. 
Though I like not this shallow plot thus laid,  
I will your Counsels with a better aid. Exeunt.  Entrance, Florio sitting, and Pedro standing by, as in Florios' lodging. Florio. 
I am entangled Melina, in such snares, as I shall near get out of.  Pedro. 
Pray Madam speak that I may understand;— your snares, and entanglements, be Riddles to me;— love is love, and may be called so.  Florio. 
Love Melina! is there such affinity between love, and hate? as thou canst not distinguish them, in me!  Pedro. 
I allow you to hate the old fool you fled from; but methinks the Duke's favours, with his so great merit, might produce affection from the same Root, that affords you hate to one who has no merit.  Florio. 
Thy Argument may justify a gratitude, fit for a Vestal Virgin to profess; but love (as I have heard) is of another nature, full of fine fancies, and such gay delights, as will near comply with my design to Die.  Pedro. 
True Madam, but if you were so happy, as to find an object fit to change your hate, to love; it would convert your thoughts from Death, and be a good Argument to live.  Florio. 
Where canst thou fancy such an object Melina? fit to restore my thoughts to Joy, or life!  Pedro. 
The Duke's love, deserves a Multiplied return of kindness from you.  Florio. 
Canst thou believe his friendship to me as a man? can have any value for a woman wanderer? though no degree of love, have habitation in my heart, my Judgement, and Religion, might persuade me to own so great a blessing; if the Gods should send so strange deliverance! so wonderful a change of Fate! for my unworthiness.  Pedro. 
I like well these Judicious thought, and will hope your Malady may in time find a cure, good natures slow with gratitude, and both together, fill the World with love; it is, or it will be Love Madam, though you yet discern it not.  Florio. 
The Gods defend our Sex, from such a precedent in me! a Woman to love first! would be a Prodigy.  Pedro: 
All this I allow, so you will love the Duke, if he love you first.  Florio. 
If thou dost think it possible, that I can be in danger of such a slavery as love? for heaven's sake show me a quick remedy; For all the stories I have read, present that passion, worse than hate; and in all Ages, has produced examples, to deter our Sex from Love; though I am yet safe, the Duke is somewhat more than other men;— Give me an Antidote Melina, that I may be strong against the duke's assault, if he make any! lest I find here a double invitation to the grave.  Pedro. 
You shall be provided Madam.  Florio. 
He has a soul so full of Gallantry, so rich in Virtue, and so great renown! I tremble at my second thoughts of thy discourse; and would not for the World engage my freedom, on the hazard of so high contest! if thou hast a remedy against Love? show it now, that I may doubly Arm, against so great an Enemy!  Pedro. 
I have a sure one Madam, that which cured me, and does cure all the World! 'tis the only approved remedy.  Florio. 
And shall I have it? if I stand in need!  Pedro. 
Yes, if you please to Love him, that Loves you; and this is a remedy that seldom fails to cure by fruition.  Florio. 
Thou art wanton merry, and talk'st thou carest not what, to make me so; can having what we wish most, lessen its value?  Pedro. 
'Tis but too plain, by having our wish, we come to know, that our desires in love, had raised our fancy above what we can ever find; This knowledge doth so check the wing of fancy, and desire, (that love) as a thing once past his height, must naturally decline; and fade; such is the general frailty of all Creatures, to have the like certain period of decay; This makes some of our Sages, studied in the point, now teach, that virtuous transparent friendship, is a greater, and more durable felicity than love; but I believe you Madam have your wish already, to the first part of this opinion, you are beloved, where you love; and will in time judge of the whole argument, by your own experience.  Florio. 
If Love be not Friendship too! 'twere a sad Fate to Love, but I am so far from having what you wish me, this way Melina, that my despair, is my unhappiness;— can the Duke love me a Woman? as now a man, when he shall find his favourite Florio, such a counterfite! will it not beget suspicions of my credit? and all those glorious actions I have done, become my scandal?— Then if his doutage should pass by all these just exceptions! may he not think my quality unfit to be his Wife?— These thoughts fill my fancy with such doubts Melina! that when I consider my condition, it makes me desperate.  Pedro. 
And gives me hopes of better days, Madam! when the Duke shall know you a Lady of the same blood with Princes; and shall inquire the true cause of your disguise, he will be more in love then now;— pray let me inform him, and try your destiny.  Florio. 
No Melina, no, I do conjure thee by thy first vow, and now by all my interest, not to discover me; for if I outlive this Siege, I will return, and take a holy habit on me, lest my sex suffer by my folly, and the World, think I came co seek a man, rather than avoid one.  Pedro. 
Pray Madam.—  Florio. 
Hold, I will here no Argument against my resolve; obey me, or you will destroy me; Love, thus I blow thee off! Death is my business here.  Pedro. 
Though I do not approve what you think fit,  
I know I must to your command submit.  [Enter: the Duke to them.] Duke. 
Florio, I observe you love to be retired of late, and I who seek your company, can seldom have it.  Florio. 
My heart has no joy like pleasing you Sir; and my retirements are most employed, in studying how to show my gratitude, that [Embraces Florio.] you may not repent the Honours you heap so fast on me.  Duke. 
That's kindly said:— I hear Florio that Camillo proffers to settle a great Fortune on his Niece the Fair Rossina, if you can love her, which I do wish, that I may not fear to lose, what I see so much delight in!  Florio. 
'Tis an honour I cannot accept Sir, because my heart is preingaged unto another, so fixed! that nothing less than Death, can ere dissolve it!  Duke. 
'Tis a clear answer; but to me so harsh, I dare not inquire further;— and yet I must, or by my doubts shall suffer more!— Does the Person you love so much, live here? or may she be brought to dwell with us.  Florio. 
The last of these is not impossible, and yet there is great difficulties to effect it;— pray Sir leave me to my own endeavours, and I may bring what you desire to pass, for your favours have so far engaged me, that my Soul labours to contrive, how I may live ever in your sight; believe me Sir, I know no Joys on Earth, beyond your favours to me.  [aside.] Duke. 
Thou dost revive me Florio,— he (looks so great! that I could wish his fancy were fixed on Silviana;)— may I yet know your quality? I have some reason to inquire, what may concern your happiness, and mine.  Florio. 
Your Highness does forget your promise, not to press, what does concern me not to reveal.  Duke. 
You chide me handsomely,— I only had a sudden thought, where to find a fit match for my dear Sister Silviana.  Florio. 
I can fit her Sir, with such a man, as all the Ladies of the Court will envy!— 'tis Fernando, whose quality I know is greater than appears.  Duke. 
Thou hast dashed all my hopes at once, I did wish you Florio, would have thought my Sister worthy of yourself.  Florio. 
And much too worthy Sir, I swear by all my hopes, my heart is preingaged where only Death can separate.  Enter to them: The Princess and Ladies. Duke. 
You come Silviana aptly, to decide a difference between me and Florio, I was inviteing him to offer up his heart to you,— but he prefers your happiness so much above his own, that he recommends Fernando before himself.  Florio. 
I Madam, and do assure your Highness, that Fernando's Birth does equal his great actions, and will be worthy your best thoughts.  Duke. 
Why thus concealed then?  Florio. 
He is resolved by services to lay some obligations on you Sir; before he do reveal himself, as also to let the Princess see, what for her sake he ventures, ere he speak of Love.  Enter to them: Corbino, Borosco, who gave the Duke an open Letter. Carbino. 
I found this letter at the Port Sir; as it dropped from the Enemy's trumpet.  Duke. 
To Fernando! give it him!  Corbino. 
Pray read it first.  Duke. 
Why should I read his letter? 'tis not handsome.  Borosco. 
Such Ceremony in a besieged Town, may prove Prejuditiall, pray Sir read it.  Duke. 
Who opened it?  Corbino. 
I did Sir; when I saw an Enemy lose it; 'twas my duty to see the inside.  [Duke reads it.] Duke: 
This is the Enemy's design, and was lost on purpose to be found, to make us jealous of so brave a man, that he may beat them no more;— Burn it, and say nothing, Fernando has given testimony of his Truth, beyond the reach of scandal.  Florio. 
Does any dare to question Fernando's truth Sir?  Corbino. 
Pray Sir, let Florio give his judgement on the letter! then burn it. [Florio reads and smiles.]  Florio. 
This is easy to decipher, this comes not from the Camp, I suspect a nearer plot! Fernando and myself, are much envied for your favour Sir.  Borosco. 
Does your Lordship reflect on me, for such a guilt?  Florio. 
If I did, you should soon know it.  Corbino. 
Pray Sir; let not fine words deceive you, but consider Aside to the Duke. well all circumstances, and then judge if Fernando may not probably be sent hither by the Enemy, we know not who he is, nor whence he comes! have no caution for his Faith; why may not he at the next Sally do? what that Letter does invite! 'tis my duty Sir to advise you to send him out of the Town, before the evil be too great to remedy.  Duke. 
Your Zeal unto your Country Corbino, makes you too bold, to charge a seeming guilt, upon a Person of his Worth; grounded only from a letter let fallen on purpose to abuse us; suppose they should Write the like to you!— I shall think how to find this mischief out, and if within our own Walls, so base an Act be proved▪ it shall be severely punished.  Enter Fernando to them. Duke. 
Fernando, you shall this night Sally, with what force you please.  Florio. 
Not till he has cleared himself Sir,— read this Fernando.  [He reads it.] Fernando. 
This is a slight trick Sir; the Enemy that Writ this; is within our Walls; my name is not Fernando.  Corbino. 
If a disguised person! there is more cause of jealousy, than I saw before.  Florio. 
Then raise a double Jealousy, for my Name is not Florio;— when strangers would be concealed, we change our Names,— not to be hid from you we dwell with; but from those at home, who may pursue!— Fernando and I are a like guilty Sir.  Duke. 
I am not apt for Jealousies, nor can I see so foul a guilt ●in Fernando's face!— Sir, though Prudence might justify your restraint, I am above fear this way,— be still free, and command in chief; this night the Sally shall be wholly as you order it.  [Offers to go out.] Fernando. 
This confidence would make a Traitor honest; but Sir, to secure your great Lords fear of me, I will retire, till I can Write an answer to the Enemy, such as will soon assure my Innosence;— but yet on second thoughts; I have a better way!— you will trust me Sir you say!  Duke. 
I do.  Fernando. 
Then will I this night by my Sally, give them such an answer, as that letter does deserve: and if the guilt be within your own Walls! I shall make them blush at my return, for aspersing of my innosence.  Florio. 
I will be Hostage Sir till his return, and suffer Death if Fernando do prove false.  Duke. 
Fernando cannot by this Sally, more  
Confirm me, than I am assured before.  Exeunt.  

THIRD ACT.  A cry within, the Courts on Fire; Then Enter some of the Guard. 1 Guard. 
Where is this Fire?  2 Guard. 
'Tis in Lord Corbinos Lodgings.  3 Guard. 
Knock, knock louder.  Enter Servant's, and Mariana at the Window. Mariana. 
Fire, fire, come up and help, 'tis in my Father's closet, the Fire breaks out there.  [A noise within.] Enter:— Duke, Princess, Rossina, Florio, and Train under the Window. Duke. 
From whence is the Mischief?  Borosco. 
'Tis in Corbinos' lodging Sir; I have sent after him▪  Mariana above with men and maids, throwing goods out of the Window. Mariana. 
The great danger is now over Sir;  Duke. 
Pull down the next wall, that it pass no further.  Mariana. 
My Lord Borosco, pray set some to guard our goods.  She throws down Bags of Money, he heaps them up. Borosco. 
Have not our Enemies at home done this? to divert us in the time of sally, what news from Fernando?  Duke. 
He is but now sallied, hark the Alarm is begun.  Borosco. 
And the Court on Fire at the same time! 'twere good to double all the guards, there may be more danger in this Fire, than yet appears.  Duke. 
The guards are strong enough, send more hands to quench the Fire.  [Enter Florio.] Florio. 
They have mastered the great slame Sir, but not yet quenched the Fire.  Mariana throws down Bags and Boxes one Box opens and out fails Papers. Duke. 
Look to his Papers, put them in again,— What's here? The Duke takes up a Paper. a direction to Fernando! see Florio!  Florio. 
'Tis a soul copy of the forged Letter from the Enemy, 'tis the same hand Sir; now you see our jealousies are just.  Duke. 
I shame to see so great a villainy.  While they compare the Hana Enter Corbino in haste. Corbino. 
My Closet burnt! and all my goods destroyed! Oh unhappy man!  Duke. 
It had been well thou hadst thyself been burnt in it, look here vile wretch! what this fire has brought to our hands!— thou may'st well tremble at such a crime, for I will make thee an example, to terrify this Nation from like villainy!— you of the Guard, divide all this Treasure among yourselves, for your pains, in quenching of the Fire;— and Florio, see this wretch a close Prisoner; that Fernando may behold what punishment, such treachery shall find from me.  Corbino. 
Pardon great Sir, loss of your wont favour, begot this envy in me, I beg your mercy Sir,  Duke▪ 
Such mercy as so base a crime deserves, expect:— while Fernando sheds his Blood for us, you stamp a brand of Treason on so clear a merit!—  

— So great a mischief, with so base intent;  
No villain but Corbino could invent,   
— away with him.  [Enter Officer.] Duke. 
What news from the Port?  Officer. 
Fernando has slighted their last work Sir; and beaten them out of their new Trenches, he pursued so far, that their whole Camp is now in Arms, while your Troops retire in safety. Fernando is by this time alighted at the Court.  Duke. 
Fernando has made good his undertaking, let us meet him with our discovery, to welcome his return;— what will you do Silviana.  Princess. 
I shall attend, that you may see I can  
To virtue bow, though not adore the man!  Exeunt. Enter:— Clara, Mariana's Maid, at one Door, and Pedro at the other. Clara. 
Pedro, where is the Duke gone? where the Princess? and where be all our goods?— I saw you under the window, when I threw down my red Cabinet; pray where be they all?  Pedro. 
The Duke, and Princess, are gone to meet Fernando, but before he went, the Duke gave the Plunder of all the Traitor Corbinos goods, unto his Guards, who quenched the Fire.  Clara. 
If my Lord be twenty Traitors! I am none, all my goods were thrown down with his, (but that Red Cabinet, Pedro!) dost thou know which of the Guard took that?  Pedro. 
You are concerned as if your Portion lay within that little compass!— were all your Jewels there Clara?  Clara. 
The greatest Treasure I have, is there, Letters Pedro, Letters of Love, from a Gentleman, that—  Pedro. 
That, what? that has, or would do something, you are ashamed to own! is't not so or so?  Clara. 
Neither Pedro, there is nothing in any Letters, I shall blush at.  Pedro. 
That may be too!— but say; are you so far gone? as to admit of no other Suitor?  Clara. 
Leave this fooling Pedro, he seeks me an honourable way.  Pedro. 
Which of the honourable ways? sweet Clara!  Clara. 
Marriage.  Pedro. 
Then I am safe, and may be merry without danger.  Clara. 
Now you have talked me out of my concern for my Cabinet, pray inform me who Florio is! and how it happens! that he has no affection, for any of our Ladies!  Pedro. 
If you will direct me to a Conjurer! I shall inquire, what Florio does impart to none;— Come Clara, let us not trouble our heads, with what your Lady, or my Lord thinks! but let us be merry when we meet. [He takes her Hand.]  Clara. 
Keep your distance good Pedro, and then be as merry as you please! my credit is not in the Cabinet, as you suppose! nor yet am I at your dispose.  Pedro. 
Why so coy bright Beauty? my approach is civil.  Clara. 
I can neither by your looks, nor language discern that!  Pedro. 
If you were not engaged unto the letter man! I should have shown my esteem of your perfections, in a more serious way Clara, I can now have no design, but mirth, since you declare for a pretender, whose lines you lay up as Relics!  Clara. 
You did mistake me Pedro, I only said, that a Gentleman did seek, but I told you not, that he had found my heart, which is yet as free as yours.  Pedro. 
I am catched! and must come quickly off:— dear Clara, I [aside.] would advise you, not to cast off a Gentleman, who truly loves you on vain hopes of others like!  Clara. 
You are doubly deceived now Pedro; I have no design on your sweet Face, your Lord, and you, will be both secure in URBINO, from being ravished by our Ladies, or their Servants! if you can direct! who has my lost Cabinet; I'll thank ye; if not! Adieu good Pedro.  Pedro. 
I am glad I am thus freed. Exeunt severally.  Enter Duke, and Train; who meet from the other Door Fernando and Officers: a Cry without of joy, from the People. Duke. 
Fernando, we bring you joyful hearts, instead of such Triumphal ornaments, as your high Actions merit.  Fernando. 
You honour me too much Sir, but if the Princess own my endeavours! I may hope the scandal of that letter, sticks not on me.  Duke. 
We have found the foul copy of that forged Letter, in Corbinos' Closet, and the Author of it, shall ere night, suffer as he deserves!  Fernando. 
Pray Sir forgive him, as I do, his design has done you good, I had not ventured full so far, but to wipe off that scandal;— and now Sir, for Mariana's sake, I beg that you will pardon her old Father.  Duke. 
She shall have all his Lands immediately, but I must deter others from the like horrid actions;— if I had believed him! and imprisoned you; what a mischief might that Barbarous beast have led me to! Princes who pardon such crimes, will near be free from the like Vipers, who devour the good Names of the innocent, 'tis our work to cherish truth, and virtue, and to banish such Monsters as Corbino, from the converse of men: he is condemned to the Dungeon while he lives! 'tis fit that you retire Fernando.  [Exeunt Duke and Train.] [Florio and Fernando stay.] Florio. 
Now they are gone, I will congratulate your victory, with some good hopes, that Silviana may comply.  Fern. 
Florio is my good Angel still; yet I must pity Thee.  
Unhappy Youth, exposed into a crowed  
Of Beauties, where thou freely art allowed  
To look, and choose! invited to enjoy  
A full variety! in hope to cloy.  
Or fix thy fancies, which by Nature grow,  
Beyond the power of satisfying so!  Flo. 
If Youth, of Beauty must be still afraid▪  
Why were those Glorious Objects ever made?  
Beauty to Age, is like a painted Fire,  
Warms not; though it create a faint desire,  
That mocks the appetite of Old men's Eyes,  
With Youthful wishes, but near satisfies;  
Cause Age repines, much oftener than recants  
Past follies; still lamenting what it wants!  Fern. 
If brightest Beauties cannot youth reclaim!  
Nor raise an Old man's fancy to a flame;  
By such experience taught, we may conclude,  
Our Passions, do our judgements still delude;  
Which leads us on to Idolise a Face,  
Without enquiring the intrincique grace!  
Florio take heed, when Lovers soar too high,  
They seldom find a lucky Destiny.  Flo. 
My fortune, and my fate in love, will near  
Be worth my care, nor worthy of your fear;  
I will within impart what I have done,  
And show, how Silviana may be won;  [Florio embraces him.] Exeunt. Enter:— Camillo and Borosco with three Officers. Camillo. 
Corbino is got o●● at Fernando's intercession, and we are safe.  Borosco. 
Safe indeed, and freed from all employment in the State, these strangers are now fixed, unless you Camillo help us to remove 'em!  Camillo. 
I have away to do it, if you Gentlemen will join, to free yourselves, from this foreign yoke.  [All.] 
We▪ l live, and die with great Camillo.  Camillo. 
Thus then fellow Soldiers, at the next general sally, we will engage our two young Leaders, into the midst of the Enemies, and then retreat so suddenly, they shall be cut in pieces, ere they see their danger.  Borosco. 
Good, very good; but when will this Sally be?  Camillo. 
Suddenly I hope, for since Fernando's return, my scouts bring news, that the Enemies whole forces are drawn up, to countenance their men, while they repair the works Fernando slighted; so that when he has slept a little, I will set Florio on Fire, to seek their own destruction; by begging the command myself, that he and Fernando may take rest, which will inflame them to go with us, as private men.  Borosco. 
Lose no time then, for while such mischief cools,  
We may be ' ta'en in our own traps, like sooles.  Exeunt. Enter the Princess with Rossina, Philora, and Floremella. Princess. 
How fairs Rossina? does Florio yet approach?  Rossina. 
He has no time yet Madam, and I am not in haste.  Princess. 
He loves but little, that cannot sin ●e a time to show it.  Philora: 
The love of such young men, is like stubble set on Fire; which gives so short a heat it warms not.  Princess. 
What is your opinion of Fernando's gravity?  Philora. 
He looks of late, so much concerned, with his great Offices▪ that such inconsiderable things as we, are not worth his thought, and is preingaged to, I believe.  Floremella. 
'Twere well if any of us, could get one of these constant Lovers, to change our breed!— our young Gallants, do throw their Hearts at Ladies ●ea●s so fast; we cannot take them up, before we find them tumbling at an others feet.  Princess. 
A very good state Argument Floremella.—  

— if't come to voting! thou shalt have my voice  
For both, or either of them, at thy choice.   [Enter Florio to them.] Florio. 
Pray Madam, let these Ladies stand a little off, that I may impart an affaire of consequence.  Princess. 
Rossina pray go not away, you are out of hearing now.  Florio. 
'Tis time Madam to let you know, that Fernando loves, and is of quality fit for you to own: ● his respects so great, he presumes not yet to beg the honour of one visit, nor will own his quality, until this war be over, that his actions, may parallel his greatness; and yet for your sake Madam, is become a volunteere.  Princess. 
I am obliged my Lord to you, that think me worthy of the man, you honour most! but I shall admit no courtships, from the greatest Prince in a disguise; nor is it fit for me to guess at, what he designs to hide.  Florio. 
My business now, is only to invite your Highness, to look on Fernando's actions favourably, and when his merit has raised such a value of him, in your heart, as you could wish he were a Prince! I here engage my honour, you shall find him such.  Princess. 
I have no wishes of that Nature Florio, nor do I fancy such a Romance; but who ere he be! that wares such virtue in so bright a case! he merits my civility. Exeunt.  THE SCENE CHANGES. Enter at one side Duke, Camillo, and Officers, at the other side Enter Florio a little after. Duke. 
What you have urged Camillo, I approve; and you shall sally with what power you please, since we have men enough, our frequent skirmishes, will weary their new Soldiers.  Florio. 
Another sally Sir so soon!  Duke. 
Camillo undertakes it with his Brigade alone; you, and Fernando shall both rest.  Florio. 
Pray Sir lay no commands on us to stay at home, when great Camillo sallies; I know Fernando, will be more troubled than myself, our business here is to gain experience, and we must lose no opportunity to learn.  Camillo. 
Will Lord Florio allow us Natives, no time to show our conduct? and our courage, to serve our Prince? without his assistance; as if he coveted, the sole glory of the War.  Florio. 
You do mistake me my Lord, my business is to learn; I have no thought to Eclipse your glorious actions, which I desire to imitate; and with your permission, do beg the Duke's leave, that Fernando, and myself, may fight as Volunteeres, only to observe how you command!  Duke. 
By no means Florio.  Florio. 
I must not be denied Sir; for I already suffer by my not sallying last, your people say, I have got honours, and offices enough, to keep me from farther hazards: and this will be Fernando's fate too; if he go not with Camillo! Sir, we are resolved to be in every sally, which if you deny! our credits will call us to ask your pass, that so we may return to our Countries, with our honours safe.  Duke. 
If I cannot entreat! nor yet command your stay; I do unwillingly consent;— Camillo, they are in your care.  Florio. 
We will both wait on your Lordship.  [Exeunt Duke and Florio.] Camillo. 
Was not this well designed Borosco? I knew how to inflame young Florio so, as to press on, to both their ruins:— we must charge home at first, they once engaged, we will retreat, and leave them to a sure destruction.  Borosco. 
His fancy of Volunteeres, gives opportunity to place them both in our first Ranks, without jealousy.  Camillo. 
And by them, I will place a score of my boldest men, with direction, that they suffer not the strangers to advance a foot before them, for the honour of our Nation:— You Borosco, shall stand with the Reserve, just without the Port, and my Order is, not to move till I send for you; which shall be too late to rescue our fine Gallants; I have given Orders out already for a present sally;— we must make haste;—  

Before it do grow dark, that no mistake  
Our thus well ordered plot, may useless make;  
A mischief well designed, we count half done,  
Before the active part, be yet begun. Exeunt.   Enter from one side Duke and Lords: Enter on the other side Borosco. Duke. 
Is Camillo yet gone out?  Borosco. 
They are, and my Troops are drawing forth!  Duke. 
Though I hope Camillo will have no need of your Reserve; yet be vigilant Borosco: be vigilant as you will answer it with your life! I have by much entreaty, prevailed with Florio to stay with me.  Borosco. 
I shall observe my orders, I have the General's direction Sir.  Duke. 
And mine! go now, lest you be stayed for!— Longino, Exit Boros● draw all my horse guards from the market place, immediately unto the Port, but go not out, till I give you Orders; I will be ready too.—  

— Accidents in War, do too often show,  
That no experience, can all harms foreknow.   Tigillo. 
This is the strongest sally Sir you ever made, and yet you apprehend it most!  Duke. 
I do indeed, take more care now, then formerly, because I now know the value of those I venture; besides a slight mishap to us besieged, may fright our friends abroad, from sending in their promised aids:— I have intelligence Tigillo, of some Treacherous design upon the stranger's lives; Camillo envies them, but if any Plot to their prejudice appear, Camillos' life shall answer it. Exeunt.  [Enter Longino with an Officer.] Longino. 
Never was sally thus trebly ordered!— we may thank Florio for all this providence, and to say truth, he does deserve it; from the Duke, and us; though I fear Camillo loves him not!— hark, they are at it now,— this is my Post.  Officer. 
All is not well, the discontented Lords, had private, and late meetings.  Longino. 
The Duke has Spies on them.  Enter the Duke and Florio with his Train: Tigillo meets him from the other Door. Tigillo. 
Camillo does retreat Sir; on the first charge retreats! and hath left a small party engaged in fight!  Duke. 
Longino.  Longino. 
Sir.  Duke. 
Lead my guards out, and bid Borosco advance with speed, or he shall Die for his delay!  Longino. 
I shall Sir. Exit Longino.  Duke. 
This looks like a design as full of mischief! as Camillos' heart of envy; it makes me tremble, to think what danger, brave Fernando may be in.  [Enter an Officer.] Officer. 
Camillo retreats Sir; in great haste, without a stroke retreats: nor will Borosco stir, Longino cannot make him move; Fernando is engaged past hope of rescue.  Florio. 
Fernando is betrayed Sir: we must be quick, or he is lost!  Duke. 
If Camillo still retreat! the design is plain; and time for me to hazard now? Camillo dies for this base Act,— This is the plot, this the treachery! death, and confusion fall on Camillo.— my Horse, my Horse. Exeunt.  THE SCENE CHANGES. Enter the Duke, Florio, and Train: Camillo and his men meet them at the Port. Duke. 
Where is Fernando?  Camillo: 
Lost by his own rashness.  Duke. 
Or by your base retreat, without a stroke, destroyed! there's a reward for Treachery, or Cowardice, which you please! faces about! [Kills him.]— Tigillo, I command thee on thy life, to kill Borosco at the head of all his Troops, and lead his men after me: there mischief is too evident!  Exeunt Duke and Train. [Manet two Lords and by Camillo.] Camillo. 
I have my due, that did ill execute, what I so well designed! our Retreat was too sudden; not to engage at all, made our design [Dies.] too plain!—  1 Lord. 
This confession will please the Duke.  2 Lord. 
The noise grows lowed my Lord, from the Tower, we may see what is doing in the Camp.  A Charge afar off, not lowed than a Retreat: Then Enter Duke, Florio, Longino, Tigillo and Officers. Duke. 
We came too late, to rescue brave Fernando!  Tigillo. 
Borosco is dead Sir; as you commanded.  Duke. 
I will reward thy courage, and thy faith Tigillo.— a thousand curses follow those Traitors to their graves, death cannot expiate their villainies;— But we must now consider how to redeem our Gallant friend!  Florio. 
By a quick Sally, give them no time to breath; but with all your strength, fall on their head Quarters; and fetch him off by a strong hand:— give me the conduct Sir; and if I fail, I'll fall in the attempt.  Duke. 
This suits with Florios' gallantry, and friendship to Fernando, but if your success, prove short of your design? he, and we may so be lost:— I rather think to ransom him for Gold.  [Enter a Soldier taken with Fernando.] Soldier. 
Fernando Sir is well, and by the Enemy well used, he has a small guard, and a great Tent, in the head Quarter, I got the word, and so escaped. Exit Duke and Train.  Duke. 
Let us consult within.  Florio. 
Stay Soldier, have you the word?  Soldier. 
I have Sir; 'tis Ferrara.  Florio. 
Dare you be my guide this night, to fetch Fernando off? if I with a few more, do hazard to his Tent? which you seem to know!  Soldier. 
Yes Sir, I dare die in such good company!  Florio. 
No more, take that purse, and attend me at my Lodging; I'll suddenly be there. Exeunt severally.  The SCENE changes to a Camp, and in a great Tent— appears the Duke of Ferrara with Fernando and Officers. Ferrara. 
Be not dejected Sir; such accidents in War, are frequent, and the bravest men most subject to your misfortune.  Fernando. 
To be your prisoner Sir, is not my trouble, but to be betrayed! so basely forsaken by Camillo and the rest, without a stroke! looks like a Treachery, you understand not!— it must be so; Florio was too easily persuaded to abide at home!— there, there was the design, for my captivity! that in my absence, he may be the man!— what is my ransom Sir; name the sum, and I'll procure it;— and return like a consuming flame amongst amongst.  Ferrara. 
No sum, no Ransom, for if I understand you right! the young favourite Florio has betrayed you, he jealous that your services, might outshine his pretences to the Princess Silviana, and make void the Duke's solicitations on his behalf; (for thus my Camp discourses) to my amaze and wonder! that the fond Duke should reject me; and choose so unknown a man, as Florio! but if his design be, to raise a private Gentleman unto his Dukedom?— 'tis great injustice to choose Florio, before you;— (I hope this angry man, will do my business!) [aside.]  Fernando. 
The Duke's doatage is so great on Florio, that he knows no joy like his advancement!— But Florios falsehood, calls my revenge▪ to cut off all his hopes that way, for if Silviana do consent, to Crown his aspiring thoughts! this hand, shall at the Altar, stab him to the heart.  Ferrara. 
You are free Sir; and this moment may depart; all Ceremony laid aside, I take my leave; lose no time Sir in such affairs, delays are dangerous! Francisco,— command the Captain of the watch, to attend Fernando to the City gate. I wish you happiness.  Fernando. 
I accept your favour to depart, but am not yet resolved to what place.  Ferrara. 
By all means return to URBINO Sir; now you are free!— Let not Florio boast, so strange a Victory! Exit Ferrara.  Fernando sits sadly by a Table a while silent. Fernando. 
I understand all your kindness Duke, but did not think, I had appeared so tame! so mean! to remove Florio, for his pretence; Camillos' treachery, was from a just envy, because he lost that favour, which I gained;— I can excuse him, and Borosco, on the same account, but Florio to comply! and the ungrateful Duke!— they merit my revenge.—  

— If guilty both! it is decreed;  
The Duke, and Florio both shall bleed.   While Fernando set silent Enter Florio alone, the rest stand at Door Fernando starts up and draws. Fernando. 
Treason, treason.  [Florio draws and sides with Fernando.] Florio. 
Guard thee Fernando, I'll die by thee: but where is the Enemy? I see no danger!  Fernando. 
Thou art my danger, what mischief brings thee hither in disguise!  Fer: steps from Florio. Florio. 
Mischief Fernando! have you no better welcome for a friend.  Fern: 
For such a Friend! that dared to sleep at home, when I was lost.  Florio. 
Oh barbarous! you know the Duke's commands, and importunities were such! as I could not refuse to stay; and you consented too; yea I have blushed ever since, and come now by a greater hazard, to wipe off that shame, which I could not prevent.  Fernando. 
You rather come with this excuse, to invite me to a second trust, by which you, and the rest, may some more certain way destroy me; but to such faithless friends, I shall return no more.  Florio. 
Does this hazard, and my tried friendship, merit such language? the Duke too, is well repaid, for his severe justice on Camillo, who himself, with his own hand slew, for his base Treachery to you:— and on his command, Borosco fell, by young Tigillos' Sword:— what expiation do you seek? what satisfaction for Camillos' crime, can you demand? if all this be argument for so unworthy a distrust? how can innocence be justified?— Pray Sir take more time to judge of this, and now trust yourself with me: I have the word, and can securely pass, I have a bold party too, who stand ready at the Port, to favour our Retreat.  Fernando. 
I need them not, I have my freedom, and have taken leave, can pass whither and when I please, but my Judgement on all this, I cannot suddenly sum up, and therefore will not go.  Florio. 
What testimony can you wish? what assurance have? beyond this voluntary hazard of my life, to lead you to the Princess Silviana; from whom, you may inquire my friendship, and my Faith! if this be an abuse! you have then a cause to show your courage, and may call me to account! but if all this convince you not! leave me here a Prisoner, in your place; and so revenge those wrongs you only dream of.  Fernando. 
No, to betray, is worse than to be betrayed! I scorn to act a treachery that I so much condemn in others;— I am now resolved to go, and to suspend all further thoughts of jealousy or discontent:— and if my passion for the Princess, hath misled me into unworthy thoughts of you, or of the Duke; I shall gladly do any penance you'll inflict.  Florio. 
Your own sense, for your mistake, will prove a sharper penance, than we can wish.  Fernando. 
Though I have Arguments for my distrust,  
Yet Florio, and the Duke may both be just!  
The End of the third Act.   

THE FOURTH ACT.  Enter the Duke, leaning on Florio 's shoulder, followed by Fernando, Longino, Tigillo, Lords, and Officers. Duke. 
TO what strange height Florio! will thy daring heart aspire? at what point of honour rest! that I may rejoice thy dangers past, without new fears for more ensuing hazards coming on.  Florio. 
The Gods directed what I did, and friendship could expect no less, Fernando would have done much more for me Sir.  Duke. 
I do believe't, but yet methinks, your large soul might afford some room for me, so much a friend! as to be considered in my concern for all the dangers you are in.  Florio. 
Such a presumptuous thought in me, had been a crime, when great Fernando's life and fortune was at stake, against a compliment!  Duke. 
I yield, Florio must ever conquer. Be General Fernando, and you Longino, Command the Horse;— Tigillo take presently the City Keys from young Camillo, and be you Governor of URBINO; he shall know, that obedience to his Prince, is above his duty to a Father; — if any can make clear proof of more conspirators? they shall have all their lands, and goods for their reward;— now Fernando! did I apprehend with cause? were not my private cautions of Camillo, worthy your best Providence?  Fernando. 
I could not guests at Camillos' mischief I confess; so great a malice! from a gallant man, I never met before; but when Envy, and Revenge (Ambitions twin children) do wed their Parent's cause, no reason can so natural a rage withhold, nor any limits such unbridled fury bound! when the high hopes, that all their fancies aimed at, were cut off, by those honours heaped on us. This makes me reflect with some compassion, on your severity to persons of their worth, who had no crimes, but what grew from too much value of your favour Sir; I wish that our successes had been less, or your rewards not full so much! Though narrow hearted Princes often blush at merits beyond their wills to recompense, yet some great souls like yours, too often overvallew, and reward such services as ours, when a kind mention, with a smile, would amply satisfy: pardon Sir my sorrow for the loss of those two great men, who fell on my account, that shortly must resign all the envied Offices I hold; and thereby show how small an Argument their hasty Envy took for such a ruin as they designed on me; which in few days might have been diverted; for this Siege ended, I must be gone Sir, as I have frequently to you, and them, declared in public; and now to leave so many mourners, where I have deserved so well! will very much eclipse my memory when I am gone.  Duke. 
I have no argument but their crime, to justify their punishment; though your clemency might have spared them; a less severity would not become me.  1 Lord. 
Camillo at his death, confessed his guilt▪ and exclaimed against his own too hasty a retreat.  Duke. 
We know too much of their conspiracy. Exeunt.  Enter the Princess with Philora, and Ladies in her Chamber. Princess. 
I wonder why my brother stays thus long, from seeing me.  Philora. 
He has had but little time to order his affairs; Camillo, and Borosco being both dead, their commands are of great consequence.  [Ent: Tigil:] Princess. 
I have not heard of the like villainy!— what news Tigillo? how does my brother?  Tigillo: 
Well Madam, but much troubled for Camillos' wickedness, against those he so much loves; he sent me to excuse his visit to your Highness, until he have dispatched some great affairs, that do require his presence.  Princess. 
Are the two strangers well?  Tigillo. 
Not both Madam, Fernando has some hurts: but nothing dangerous.  Princess. 
Is not my brother much pleased to have his Florio safe returned?  Tigillo. 
He is indeed, somewhat fonder than I could wish, but can your Highness' fancy a fitter subject? for so high a concern; who ere beheld a Nobler object? for a Prince's favour?  Princess. 
I do not know so fit a man, to make his favourite as Florio; but to dote so much on him, as to consider none of us! takes from my Brother's Judgement, and lessens our love to him, I am glad to see him pleased, but to see him lost in admiration of a man! is not well;— Rossina come,—  

— Let us retire, until the Duke appears,  
To raise our hopes, or satisfy our fears. Exeunt.   As they are going off Enter a Servant. Servant. 
Madam, there is an Officer without, who desires access to your Highness, he has a Paper in his hand, he says of great concern! and must himself deliver it. Exit servant.  Silviana. 
Admit him,— Tigillo, pray stay in the next Room.  Exit Tigillo. [The Ladies stand off.] [Enter Officer.] Officer. 
Madam, I come from the Enemy, sent by the Duke of Ferrara, to mingle with your Troops, which sallied last;— amongst whom, I got into the Town, thus in private, to excuse to you alone, the mischiefs by this War, brought on your People.  He offers her a Letter, she refuses it. Silviana. 
No, 'tis beyond excuse Sir: but why this to me in private? if from Ferrara sent! why not in public to the Duke.  Officer. 
'Tis not his purpose Madam, to humble himself unto your [He knelt.] Brother, though Ferrara do desire thus to lay himself at Silvianas' feet (to show what love can do!) his courage is too high, to stoop before the greatest Prince on Earth. [He rises.]  Silviana. 
Tell your high hearted Master then, my brother's interest and mine, are so mingled▪ that neither his force, nor subtlest Art, can ere divide us; tell him I despise his Love, who with an Iron rod does woo;— his former Menaces became him better, than this flattery; I'll hear no more. [Offers to go out.]  Officer: 
Then give Judgement Madam ere you go, on the guilty person you despise; for if my love cannot prevail! to excuse what I have done; Let me by your doom fall;— Ferrara is at your mercy.  [Discovers himself.] Silviana. 
Sir; Your excuse is bolder than your Crime, thus to surprise me in disguise, is as offensive as your War; and works the same effect in me, who see through all your designs, but can discern no love!— 'tis our Dukedom you expect, and so much labour for, not me.  Ferrara. 
This War, and my disguise, are both the effects of Love Madam, and at worst, can be looked on but as trials, whether by your brothers, or your own aversion, I have been rejected!— I led my Army hither, to remove his constraint on you, (as I suppose) and now freely offer up myself a sacrifice, to your dislike, if by that I fall neglected! such is the power of Love, it makes the greatest dangers, most delightful!  Silviana: 
Such Romances take not me, your first approaches, and all your Treaties were accompanied with such unreasonable demands, and such Rude threats; as showed you were a man of Blood;— no Characters of gentle love appeared;— I remember also the Succession was your main Article: that must be settled, or you would not have me! by which you bound my Brother from a second Marriage, and would take me, as an appendix to the Crown! and through all this! I must now discern your unvisible love!— no Sir, though the principality must be my beauty's foil, to raise esteem in you: I can set a value on self, above the Dukedom you aim at.  Ferrara. 
Madam:  
Though I come hither, lifted high, on the delightful wings of hope; despair must now be my Reserve, for my Retreat: yet thus by your scorns, armed for your Revenge; I shall rather smile, then shrink at your Brother's malice: after this repulse from you! and shall glory here to fall, love's Martyr, at your feet.  Silviana. 
You shall be safe from all harms here Sir,— I will secure your safe return, though I answer not your hope, you shall not suffer Enter Tigil: by this rash visit;— Tigillo, pray see this Officer safe conveyed to his Campe.  Ferrara. 
No Madam, now I have put off that cloud, which did secure my passage hither, (by which my undertaking is performed,) to put it on again, may look like fear! as if I valued safety, at a higher rate than Honour? I will therefore with an open face,—  

— Now I have kneeled at Silvianas' feet,  
Pass on, through all the dangers I can meet.   Silviana. 
My endeavours, and my wishes, do concur for your security, but if you suffer aught, by your own rash choice: I shall take care that you have no pretence, to lay a blemish on my innocence:— Tigillo wait on the Duke as I direct:— I will answer it to my Brother. Exit Princess and Ladies.  Tigillo. 
I shall not doubt to do, what you command Madam.  Ferrara: 
I am sad to think Tigillo, on those evils, which Silviana compels me in honour, now to Act.—  

— For since no submission, can make her relent,  
We are obliged to fight, though we repent. Exeunt.   Enter Florio as in his Chamber sitting sadly, Pedro by. Pedro. 
Madam, What want you? will you think yourself into the other World?  Florio. 
I wish I were so happy! no Melina, I am doomed to more disasters here.  Pedro. 
Pray impart the trouble of your mind, that I may argue on your griefs, a little to divert you.  Florio. 
Thou wilt raise my distemper higher, by thy discourse! but yet I'll try;— I was thinking Melina, how much better it had been to have stayed at home, and suffered all my Father's anger;— still saying no to his unjust commands; I might so have showed a much more becoming courage, by such sufferings, than thus by flying them;— for had he forced me to the Church! (so often threatened!) he could not there compel me to comply;— I might at worst, have died on that account, with honour!— as now with infamy!  Pedro. 
If you pursue these thoughts! they will distract you; 'tis childish to look back, when you must pursue, the Fortune your first thoughts have led you to!— does not the Duke's love, grow higher and higher still?— why then do you create evils in your fancy? beyond what can happen!  Florio. 
Oh Melina! had I not better die? then ever own myself a Woman! when the Duke shall find the favourite he dotes on, to be a transformed wanderer! how will he hate himself, and me, for placing such a scorn on his great Name for ever:— I love, and honour him so much! I dare not seek the happiness I wish, but must undiscovered die;— to save my reputation, and his Fame.  Pedro. 
These are waking dreams Madam.  Florio. 
And then, if Fernando, should discover me! how will his honour be concerned? what vengeance will his just anger find out for me?— there is but one way Melina, besides Death.  Pedro. 
May I be trusted with it? you have made me Sadder than I looked for.  Florio. 
The Siege ended, I'll return, and take a Cloister; where I will wash away my shame, in Penitential Tears;— and if I die before▪ I do conjure thee Melina, to conceal my sex; I have adventured what I can, to get an honourable death, and 'twill not be; which makes me apprehend, some sadder Fortune does attend me.  Pedro. 
Madam: I have thus far against my judgement, and my interest, been wholly governed by you; but now I see you will destroy yourself, I am resolved to let Fernando, or the Duke know your condition, to prevent a greater evil.  Florio. 
How Melina! wilt thou betray my trust? and prove a Traitor at the last! thou dar'st not do so great a villainy!  Pedro. 
Rather than see you ruined, I will do any thing!— what crimes? what guilt frights you into this despair? I will no longer be accessary to your destruction, now I can bring you off with honour.  She offers to go off, Florio rises and steps between Melina and the Door, and draws. Florio. 
Stay Melina,— so, now 'tis my fault, if you discover me, by all my hopes▪ ' le kill thee instantly, unless thou dost now swear, not to reveal me; speak quickly:— for when thou art dead, I will by my own hand die by thee.  [offers at her.] Pedro. 
Hold, and I will,— by this I swear, as you desire.—  

— But that I do a greater mischief fear,  
Your threatened death, should not have made me swear.   Enter the Duke who draws and offers at Pedro. Florio steps in. Duke. 
False villain, to lift thy hand against thy Lord!  [Florio steps between.] Florio. 
I did assault him Sir, in my unjust fury.  Duke. 
Florio has no unjust fury, Pedro must be faulty!  Florio. 
By truth's self I swear he is not: the fault was only mine, [Embraces.] and Pedro has made me see my error:— look Sir, we are one again.  Duke. 
I do believe it now,— But what then has caused this great distemper in you Florio?— am not I yet worthy to be trusted with your concerns?  Florio. 
How can I express more value of your favours? then I have Sir, I wish not to live an hour beyond them, by all that's good, I do speak Truth.  Duke. 
I know not how to urge a trust, you are resolved against: but I plainly see, you have a troubled heart,— say Pedro, what is that afflicts your Lord? is it within my reach?  Pedro. 
Had you come a minute sooner Sir? you might have known, but now I have sworn.  Florio. 
Pedro no more:— Great Sir, I do confess I have a grief, which I do shame to own, lest you should despise, what you now seem pleased with: for my heart knows no grief, but doubts to hold your favour!  Duke. 
You can have no interest, that I will not make mine: Speak Florio, is it Silviana?  Florio. 
No Sir, but what ere it be, I will in time o'ercome it, and appear before you with a cheerful face again: I beg you will no more inquire it, for I am well already; your kindness cures all the evils, ever can belong to me.  Duke. 
And do I appear so slight a man? that you can fear my favours cannot last! which still increase! you wrong me much, by so unjust a jealousy.  Florio. 
No Sir, 'tis my own unworthiness, that frights me; lest I in time, appear uncapable of these honours you allow me: I find the stock of credit I have gained, begins to fail so fast! that my distractions make me giddy, on the thought of a senister Fate.  Duke. 
No more of this it troubles me.— I am now going to my Sister, whom I have not seen since my last sally: shall I have your company? [The Duke embraces him.]  Florio. 
I attend you Sir.  THE SCENE CHANGES. [They go off, and Reenter at the Prince's Chamber with her.] Duke. 
I have had so much to do Silviana, I could not get free before: and am now come to beg your assistance, in an affair of mine.  Prin. 
Of what nature Sir: your looks show trouble in your mind.  Duke. 
My trouble is for Florio, who has some hidden discontent, that will I fear take him from us!— and I have hopes, that you may find, what he will not reveal to me.  Princess. 
Do you take me for a wise Woman brother? such as deal by Magic; how is it possible? that I should know Florios' heart? if he'll conceal it!  Duke. 
I only wish you would inquire;— he may say more to you, than me.  Princess. 
I obey you Sir:— pray my Lord be pleased to satisfy the Duke, by telling me, what those troubles are, he so much apprehends; and if the cure do lie within my reach, you shall command my best endeavours to serve you.  Florio. 
I dare not dally with such Excellence;— one great trouble is, lest Fernando, (my dear friend,) should perish, by your neglects Madam.  Princess. 
You see brother, he has no concern of his own worth naming; he dotes on Fernando, more than you on him.  Florio. 
I never can express more gratitude unto the Duke, and you Madam, then by recommending Fernando to your thoughts, what can be fancied in a man? more than we all see in him?  Princess. 
Birth to equal mine!  Florio. 
Does that only hinder?  Princess. 
I cannot yet resolve you.  Florio. 
I beg Sir, that you will obtain me the Prince's leave, to bring Fernando to kiss her hand.  Duke. 
I shall not deny your suit Florio, as you do mine;— Sister, pray admit his visit, when I appoint the time.  Princess. 
You have my consent my Lord, when the Duke approves it?  Flo. 
Madam, I prize● this favour you allow,  
More than wreathed Laurels, on Fernando's brow.  Florio kisses her hand and leads her off not seeing Fernando Enter. Enter Fernando who seeing this returns in anger. Fernando. 
This is a dagger at my heart, Florio is false, and I too tame! Fernando going back.  Duke. 
Fernando stay.  Fernando. 
I beg your pardon Sir, for interrupting of your privacies.  Duke. 
We have done, and were now parting:— What news from the Enemy?  Fernando. 
Our out guards have ta'en a Prisoner, who says, on some intelligence from Ferrara, they are resolved to storm us, as their last hope, and do prepare for it with speed.  Duke. 
We will be ready for 'em;—  

Our Walls are strong, and men so brave within! Exeunt. Omnes.  
To startle at their storming, were a sin.   [Enter Florio and Pedro] Florio. 
I have got leave to bring Fernando to the Princess, on a private visit; but where to find him, I know not!— 'tis some happiness to do a friend that courtesy, which none can do for me.  Pedro. 
Yes, I could do more for you, if you'll permit me? 'tis strange that so much wit and courage, should produce such folly, and such fears!— I find my judgement, is worth twenty such as yours, and I must be bound by oath, to make no use of it.  Florio. 
Pray leave discoursing, and find out Fernando; I would speak with him;— make haste, my heart grows light to think what joys I bring Fernando. Exit Pedro.  [Enter Fernando to him.] Florio. 
Oh Sir; I have sent to seek you!  Fernando. 
And too soon have found me, thou great dissembler!  Florio. 
What means Fernando, by this injurious language to his friend?  Fernando. 
I have no Ears to let in thy bewitching charms a second time!  Florio. 
Was ever Injury like this? what have I done, to lose your favour?  Fernando. 
Thou Courtest the Princess, against thy faith given, and my trust; I have no words for such a Treachery as thine! those flattering Eyes, and thy false Tongue, shall ne'er deceive me more.  Florio. 
Can Fernando's great Soul, admit so mean a thought? of such a Faith as mine to serve him!  Fernando. 
I have no time to talk,— Death is due for such a Treachery as thine, were this place sit to throw my fury on Thee!  Florio. 
You lessen your own worth Sir, by raising groundless jealousies on me; did not my love, and innocence forbid! I would by silence seem to own the guilt you fancy, and with open Arms, now meet the Death you threaten; and I so often wish for!— But I am more your servant then you discern, and dare not comply, to bring so great an evil, as shedding innocent blood! on Prince Lorenzo's head!  Fernando. 
Ha! dost thou know me?  Florio. 
Yes Sir; or I would not shun death proffered from your hand! which I have by many hazards sought! though not on this account!— yet I can show great Lorenzo, a better Argument than his unjust jealousy, to sheathe his sword here! for I have (too confident of my intrinsic Virtue,) contracted such high guilts, your Highness never can forgive! (yet Silviana shall be yours.)  Fernando. 
Though I understand thee not, thou hast said enough, to raise my wonder, above my anger! till I know more!  Florio. 
Have you never seen a Face like mine at Pisa?  Fernando. 
Not that I remember, or did ever know!  Florio. 
Nor shall do now!— on second thoughts, your unknown Enemy, calls for Death Sir; I have wronged you much! and myself much more. [Florio opens his Arms.]  Fernando. 
No, thou hast charmed me by some Magic spell, I dare not touch thee,— who art thou?  Florio. 
You should never know, if by any hand but yours, I could by death have been concealed!— can you not yet call to mind your unfortunate Cousin Celestina, in this face?— have my crimes, altered me so much?  Fernando. 
Celestina as a man! do all the wonders I have seen! can it be?  Florio. 
Too true Sir:— pray let your Sword now do, what I have [She knelt.] so often sought from the Enemy!— I would die Sir; 'twas my business here, and 'tis high time that I were dead, this place, this hour is fit for such a sacrifice to wronged Innocence; for I have defamed Innosence; raised a scandal on the name of Virtue!— the honour of your great Family is concerned in my disguise; if I survive this scandal I have raised? your Lenity will be condemned, as if you had complied! and so the great Name of Florence will be howted at!— but when I am dead, you may conceal my Name, and not participate my shame; who do now appear so strange a Monster to myself! that I shall blush to death, if your Sword prevent me not.  [He Embraces and Raises her.] Fernando. 
Is lovely Celestina then! my envied Rival, for the fair Silviana.  Florio. 
You have no Rival Sir; the Princess sent me now to bring you to her, on a private visit:— do you believe me yet?  Fernando. 
As an Angel sent from Heaven; I believe thee! but thy good news cannot stay these Tears, for thyself now shed:— poor Celestina; I have heard thy sad story, and thy ill natured Father's Tyranny, thou fled'st from;— all thy friends have mourned for thee as dead, or so lost! as never to be found again!  Florio. 
I am not so happy Sir!  Fernando. 
Nor I so miserable to lose so great a friend;— how shall I divide my heart? between Silviana, and Celestina; to thee I owe my life twice saved, and all my interest in Silviana, by thy help gained:— all that I have, my being and my bliss, I must derive from thee; my deer, dear, Celestina.  Celestina. 
This kindness is more comfort, than I did ever hope to find on Earth! I wish that I coiuld die, thus happy, before the Duke does find his Florio is a counterfeit!— I fear.—  

— His honour will engage him to despise,  
A wand'ring Woman, in so strange disguise.   Fernando. 
Lay by thy fears, and put on such a hope as will become thy Virtue, and thy Birth; this Romance will end well, the fond Duke's friendship, will soon turn to love, when he shall see a possibility that Florio may be his! dost thou love him?  Florio. 
I have not dared to entertain a thought, that might lead me to hopes of such a happiness on Earth.  Fernando. 
Let that hope, take its first rise now from my Endeavours; for when I see my time to unmask us both, I'll do it for thy advantage Celestina;— but why did you thus long conceal yourself from me?  Florio. 
Fear to offend you Sir; which was my quarrel with Melina, who thretned to discover me to you, when the Duke found our Swords drawn.  Fernando. 
Is Pedro Melina too!— where get you such manly hearts? and vigour to act such wonders!  Florio. 
Alas Sir, I did but draw my Sword, and wave it 'bout my head, my weak blows, were only in search of death; but it seems the powers above, propitious to my innocence, have turned the rugged Fate I sought, into glorious Trophies I deserve not; discontent at first, than despair, threw me into all the dangers I could find:— but this discovery, has reduced me to a Woman, I can now tremble at my own shadow, my courage is quite gone, and I now shake, to think, what I have done!  Fernando. 
You must hold up your Character, till I see time to own you, and to declare myself; which shall be suddenly, my dear Celestina, thou shall't be my good Angel still;— we'll visit the Princess, and first reveal ourselves to her;— trust me to manage your interest with the Duke, as you have mine with Silviania; we must now prepare for the great Interview:— which the Enemy so much desires;— take courage Celestina,—  

— Where Beauties force, with virtue does combine,  
They cannot fail to prosper a design. Exeunt.    

THE FIFTH ACT.  Enter Clara, and Pedro severally, in great haste. Clara. 
Dear Pedro, take care of me, they say we shall be stormed, and sacked! pray what is sacked?  Pedro. 
All the Maids above fifteen years old, by the Enemy found in Town, must be put in Sacks, and thrown into the River.  Clara. 
This is a short warning, to provide against so great an Evil! but I hope you may find favour to preserve me, sweet Pedro take me to thy care.  Pedro. 
I shall do my best for thee, if I fall not in the Assault! a good Day pretty one.  [Offers to go, she holds him.] Clara. 
Why in such haste?  Pedro. 
I am commanded to attend the Interview, and must be gone.  Clara. 
I understand not what that is!  Pedro. 
Why, 'tis a Committee of Inspection, on the Princess Silviana.  Clara. 
You confound me Pedro, with hard words, is it any thing about the Sacks? and the River! I am so afraid! I know not what to do!  Pedro. 
Take courage Clara, I will preserve you, as my friend: I shall be miss, if I stay longer now!  Clara. 
Thank ye dear Pedro;— but I will hide myself how ever!  

— This young white livered Boy may courage lack!  
To keep me from the River, and the Sack.   Exeunt severally. [An Interview.] Enter At one Door the Duke of URBINO, with Fernando, Florio, Lords, Officers, and Guards, who range on that side. Enter The Duke of Ferrara, with Lords, and Officers who range on the other side. Enter The Princess Silviana, with all the Ladies, who stand under the SCENE, between the Rows of Men. Urbino. 
What be your demands Lodovico? what is the Argument of this Parlye, you have desired.  Ferrara. 
Silviana is my Argument, whom you detain more like a Prisoner, than a Sister you ought to love, and honour, by matching with some Prince, fitter for her Birth, and Beauty, than a Nunnery! which your thrifty kindness, would persuade her to.  Urbino. 
And you bring us this War, with your advice, to teach us better purposes!  Ferrara. 
I do! lest my counsels prevail not;— I have at a distance professed love, and treated long in vain, which brings me now in Person, to demand Silviana from captivity.  Urbino. 
Is it her Person, or my Dukedom? you expect? which invites you to this insolent way of Wooeing?  Ferrara. 
'Tis both, and what both our Parents did design, when we were Children, in case you left no issue Male.  Urbino. 
Silviana is now of Age to please herself, and if she desire it; I may treat farther on fit Terms.  Ferrara. 
Madam: I have waved the common way of wooing, to appear before you with such an Army, as will justify my love, great as myself! and worthy of your best favours; which I fear your brother does obstruct.  Silviana. 
I never heard till now, that love, and terror, did inhabit in one breast; fright me you may, but win me never, by the desolation you have made; a lover by such bloody Characters set off, is what ever I shall fly from.—  Urbino. 
Now Sir, does this show my compulsion for a Nunnery?  Ferrara. 
I see she has her lesson perfect, you all comply, to send me home with scorns! yet I must lay before you, the evils of a Town taken by assault, where fire, and sword, do often without limits sway! which is my last argument, and what I hope; will invite Fernando (who knows the accidents of War,) to mediate such a Peace, as will divert the desolation that may follow.  Fernando. 
'Twill not become me, to advise against the interest of the Prince I serve;— For if my intelligence be true! your City of Ferrara, is, or will soon be; in more danger of the Fire, and Sword you mention, than Urbino at present is:— 'twere an Infamy irreparable, to suffer the Princess Silviana, to be ravished from her brother's Arms, by one she is so much averse to!— such force Sir, can have no pretence to love!  [to the Duke] Ferrara. 
Are you of that opinion too?— Sir; this confirms what I have heard, and what in my Camp so freely is discoursed! that your great General, is an ambitious Lover;— But if Silviana can submit to so mean approaches! I shall scorn the competition, though in my just anger, I lay this City Level with the Earth.  Fernando. 
The mean General you slight so much, has never yet presumed to look with confidence, on the fair Princess Eyes; so far from daring to pretend, or own that love you so boldly guess at! that my addresses are yet clothed in the humble habit of a Servant; to be Silvianas' Soldier, I account more honour, then to be Ferrara's Duke.—  Ferrara. 
This insolence, I shall in few Hours correct.  Fernando. 
You judge amiss, and will in few hours find, this hand can crush Ferrara into Air!—  

— When every drop of Blood in Urbino shed,  
Shall be repaired with a Ferrarians head.   
— But that I dare not do any thing that looks like ingratitude, for those favours I received, when I was Prisoner in your Camp; though I know the freedom, which you gave was on design that my enraged Revenge, might open you a way to your pretence for the Fair Princess:— yet benefits received must be owned, as they appear unto the World! and on that account, I can forget these reproaches, thrown out against you know not who! and ask your pardon for my too hasty, harsh reply, and embrace you as my friend, I, and serve you too! in any way, that will not prejudice my Faith, engaged unto this Princess.  Ferrara. 
This calm language is more insolent, than your pretence! which I scorn alike; Arm you for defence, lest we give Laws to your high courages;— Madam, I have no wish so ill, for your contempt of me, but I can sorrow to see you fall so low, as this Soldier's love.  Fernando. 
Madam, Thus often urged; I beg your leave to challenge this great Prince, to a single Combat in your sight, then judge by our success, whether Fate approves of my humility, or of his insolent [Pats off his Periwig.] demands!— see Lodovico, your Rival is your equal, and my Army now, by my command is at Ferrara's gates:— yet 'll'le take no advantage of my power, (so much more than yours!) but with my single sword, will justify my love to Silviana, does transend all your pretences; and yet before we fight, I once more proffer you my friendship, with a faithful heart.  Ferrara. 
Lorenzo Duke of Florence! who we thought in France: I accept the Combat, and with my Sword will justify my claim, against so brave an Enemy.  Urbino. 
This combat I must not allow here;— Lodovico, if you reject the Duke of Florence friendship! and contemn mine: you may retire in safety, but if you please to storm us: we are prepared to smile, when you frown most.  Ferrara. 
Those frowns you slight so may prove Fatal unto Urbin.  Exit Ferrara. Urbino. 
Why have you made such hazards, in this disguise Sir.  Lorenzo. 
My Father's sudden death called me in haste from France, where I heard of this War threatening you:— I shall inform you at more leisure, how I became concerned for Silviana, which brought me in this disguise to her rescue.  Urbino. 
How can I return this obligation! to a Prince, so much greater than myself?  Lorenzo. 
One smile from Silviana, will be a full recompense for all my service; on that foundation, I shall raise high hopes, that she approves my love.  Silviana. 
Smiles are but slight expressions of a grateful heart Sir; but if you can build the Noble structure of true love? on such uncertainties! I must consider of so weighty a concern, before I smile:— Love is a History, so many ways described, I do not know a harder riddle to expound, than what Love is.  Lorenzo. 
Love is indeed a Mystery, full of such strange varieties, that all the World endeavours to fix it, according to their own fancies; so absolutely contradictory in most men, that some think loves Centric happiness, will near be found; though all pretend to have it. But Madam I am guided by those Rules, that Heaven directs my worship unto it;— my whole heart is wholly yours, and my unforced Marriage is the undoubted Testimony of that truth; all meaner passions which we in gaytye call love, deserves a meaner name;— when I lay my life, and fortune at your Feet, and set my Crown upon your head, I have no better arguments for Love.  Silviana. 
Nor I a thought that contradicts what you have said Sir; but dare not rashly answer your desires, lest it suit not with the esteem you have of me.  Urbin. 
No more of this now Silviana,— we must prepare for an assault;— 'tis their last hope! Lorenzo, whom will you appoint for General?  Lorenzo. 
Who but Silvianas' Soldier! can pretend to that honour Sir; give me your Orders as before.  [Loren: reads the Orders.] Urbino. 
I obey,— this Paper does order every man his Post, by which you see I have had thoughts of this before.  Lorenzo. 
I wish Sir, you would change Florios' Post, and give him the charge to guard the Castle, where the Princess may be by him secured, from all accidents.  Duke. 
I thank you for this care, it shall be so.  Florio. 
How have I deserved this from you Sir?  Loren. 
You have enough deserved my care Florio, and I who know the Duke would account your loss, (next to his Town) the greatest do justify my council, to have you as safe as honour will allow.  Duke. 
Lorenzo is my friend.  Florio. 
But not mine, give me leave then, as I ought, to lead my guards where yourself fights in person Sir, and I will be content to change my Post.  Lorenzo. 
Let it be as he desires Sir; yet I must again advise you to secure Florio next yourself, he may prove worthy of all your care, and of your highest favour Sir.  Duke. 
He is already so, but you speak in a mysterious tone methinks!  Lorenzo. 
This assault, I conceive will be their last attempt, and I would gladly prevent a mischief that may trouble you;— I know Florios' worth now,— get my Arms Luco.  Luco. 
They are ready Sir. Exeunt Lorenzo, and Luco.  Duke. 
Lorenzo's words, and his behaviour show,  
Something of Florio, more than I yet know.  [Enter Town-Officers to the Duke.] 1 Officer. 
Sir? by the several noises in the Camp, 'tis evident they make ready for an assault!  2 Officer. 
We have fair warning to defend ourselves, our men are mad to be upon the Wall.  Duke. 
Led them presently unto their Ports, as great Lorenzo shall direct: 'Twas bravely done to give us warning, and to keep his word, shows mettle Gentlemen!— where is Prince Lorenzo? and where Florio gone?  1 Officer. 
We met them just now Sir, in the Lobby, which joins to the Princess Lodgings.  Duke. 
This is no fit time for compliments,— go to your several commands, I shall be with you suddenly. Exeunt severally.  Enter Lorenzo, Florio with the Princess in her Chamber, the Ladies stand off. Florio. 
Madam Lorenzo begs the honour to kiss your hand, before the assault begins, that as your Soldier he may fight this day.  Princess. 
Forenzos' merit, justly may expect what I can serve him in.  Loren. 
Madam; I seek not yet a favour beyond your owning of me for your Soldier,— I suppose my actions, and my looks, have better showed, then now my language can, how much I love!  Princess. 
It did not become me to inquire more of you Sir, than you were willing to reveal, yet Florio long since did let fall words, to make me know your quality, did equal mine; and I only wondered why you thought not fit to trust me with it.  Lorenzo. 
Because I would first know your opinion of me Madam, else my Name, not I, might have wooed for me, and if thus I had been rejected! I might have retired in my disguise, without a pnblique scorn, of being refused; which Ferrara's prowed Duke, would have much rejoiced at; but if you Madam will so far honour me, as to allow your Soldier now to kiss your hand, on his hope of future happiness, I have no doubt of our success.  Princess. 
Yes, and shall have my prayers for your Protection.  Lorenzo. 
May your happiness, equal your virtue's Madam, I must hasten to the Walls. [He kisses her Hand.]  Florio. 
When I have brought the Princess to her lodgings, I will find out the Duke, and follow you.  Princess. 
You shall go now Florio, this is no time for Ceremony, my brother is unsafe, when you are from him.—  

— Heaven guard the Innocent, and only smite,  
The bold invadors, of another's Right. Exeunt severally.   [An Alarm far off.] Enter Officers they meet the Duke, who enters at the other Dore. Officer. 
The enemy comes on so fast Sir, you can hardly reach your Posts in time.  Duke. 
I come,— Lorenzo is by this time on the Walls, haste every man unto his Post.  [Enter Florio.] Duke. 
I was sending for you Florio,— call for my Arms, and bring those I bespoke for Florio too, we will put on our Arms together, and fight near to one another;— make haste.  Enter with Arms for both, they speak as they are Arming, Florios' Arms are like those of Pallas. Flor. 
Let me retire to the other Room Sir; and put mine on there.  Duke. 
No, I will have you Arm here, that I may see how my fancy sits you!  Florio. 
I fear Sir, that this may look like such a presumption, as I dare not own;— to be thus habitted, will raise a Censure on me.  Duke. 
On my head let the Censure fall, 'tis my will;— make more haste, lest we be missed!  Florio. 
I am at your dispose Sir.  Duke. 
Be vigilant, but not over bold; let judgement guide thy [The Duke Arms as he speaks.] courage Florio, that no blow fall in vain;— reserve thy greatest vigour, till some eminent occasion call for such relief, as may be worthy of thy hazard.  Florio. 
I shall observe all your directions Sir, my chief business is, to guard your Person; which if I do not! let the Gods turn from me, when I call on them.  [He looks on Florio with wonder.] Duke. 
I shall be safe in thy care I know,— methinks this Copy, does equal the best Original, I ever saw presenting Pallas; stand off a while, that now Pygmalion like, I may adore the figure I have made;— though nature bravely had her part performed before, yet Art, and fancy I perceive, may such additions give, as will nature's best workmanship set off.  Florio. 
You make me blush so much Sir, that I shall forget to frown, when I shake my javelin at the Enemy.  Duk. 
Thy smiles will make that weapon useless, on all that do behold thee;— though we to Deities alone our Temples build, and shrines set up, if Florio be this day, as prosperous as before! I will for him a Golden Statue make, that after ages our Palladium may extol, above that unfortunate, famed Patroness of Troy.  [An Alarm within.] Florio. 
Hark Sir; we may be wished for, while we dally here.  Duke. 
Come then, the Victory must sure be ours,— the Enemy will sooner charge a flaming Cloud, than Florio in this dress!  Exeunt. [Enter the Princess; with Phylora and Floremella.] Princess. 
The assaults begun Phylora, and my brother not yet there!  Philora. 
Lorenzo order all, and we are sat by his great courage, and his skill in Arms; and yet by this noise round the Town, it seems the Walls are every where attached.  Princess. 
'Tis so Philora, and we are a lost prey, to their greater numbers, the Temple is a fitter place for us.  Philora. 
The Gods are every where, and our good wishes are received as prayers.  Princess. 
That shout was from the Enemy, now I despair!  Philora. 
Your fears create mistakes Madam; that shout was near us, it must be from our own men! that joyful noise was victory to us, it can be nothing less than victory! where is that courage sled? you had the other day! when I was frighted without cause.  Princess. 
A Town thus stormed! has somewhat more of terror in it, than all the former sallies had; my heart shrinks now with apprehension, and dismay.  [Enter an Officer.] Officer. 
Madam, The day is ours, the Enemy is quite beaten off, and the great Duke of Florence, with Longino in the head of all our Horse, is now sallied on the Rear of the Retreating Enemy.  Princess. 
My thanks to Heaven for our success,— the several noises from the Walls, created such variety of fears, that I was much dismayed till you came in.  Officer. 
There was argument enough for apprehension Madam▪ for the Wall was gained, and the Duke your Brother, sore oppressed with multitudes, was beaten off; and fallen amidst the press, where his high courage, rather tired, then vanquished, had been lost; if the all conquering Florio, with his guards, had not come timely in to his relief; who with such vigour, and such force renewed the fight, that the amazed Enemy, ran headlong from the Walls again, and struck such terror in the rest of their assailing friends, that altogether sled, in great confusion to their Campe.  Princess. 
All this I do rejoice at; but methinks those shouts of joy, are changed into a dismal silence on the sudden! why do not the streets ring, with acclamations for our Victory? good Heaven preserve the Duke, I have some apprehension that he may be hurt.  Officer. 
No hurt appeared at my departure, only Florio was beaten down, by an accidental shot, at random from the slying Enemy; after which, I saw him stand; though but weakly.  Princess. 
Let us retire Phylora, till my brother does arrive.  Exeunt. Enter the Duke with others his Shirt bloody, bearing in Florio, near dead, they set him in a Chair, with Pedro, helping to dress him. Duke. 
A Surgeon, a Surgeon, my Dukedom for a Surgeon!— gently, gently set him down, Florios' death strikes deep! friendship I find takes faster hold on hearts than love!— poor youth, he slew quick as lightning to my rescue, and as I fell, (oppressed by Multitudes;) he scattered them like frighted Birds, at an approaching storm;— and thus by saving me, has lost himself; by an accidental shot from the beaten flying Enemy!— but sure the Gods will not permit, that so great virtue from the World be ta'en, lest offended Nature into its first Chaos shrink.—  

— Through sudden horror, and a just disdain,  
To hold the World up, after Florio slain.   [Enter Surgeons.] Duke. 
Now Surgeon show your skill, while I pour out my prayers to Heaven for his recovery. [He leans against the Wall and weeps.]  [Enter Silviana, and Philora, with Ladies.] Duke. 
Oh Silviana! I am undone,— Florio is slain, friendship is ravished from the earth! and all my joys sled with it!— speak Surgeon does he live?  Surgeon. 
Here is life Sir, but little hope of long continuance, unless what we apply, do suddenly show better signs.  Duke. 
By what unknown crimes have I provoked Heaven? when virtue is thus punished! thus to show me Paradise, and cast me into Hell, is more than Nature can submit to, and not repine.  Enter Lorenzo, and Longino with the Duke of Ferrara prisoner, and his Officers prisoners. Lor. 
We bring you joy Sir; and a full viory, with this great prisoner.  Urbino. 
Here is no room for joy Lorenzo, I am destroyed by victory! see where Death in Triumph sits! prouder of that prey, then for all the Heroes in past Ages fallen.  Lorenzo. 
Ha! Florio slain! how could this happen after I was gone! and the day won!— I may now curse myself, for not preventing this,— how short are those glittering joys we so much labour for! when all the glories we have gained, are in a moment turned into heart breaking griefs!— I am undone too!  [Lorenzo weeps over Florios' head.] Urbino. 
He received this wound in rescuing me;— can bold Lorenzo weep? and be so much concerned for me?— is he as great in sorrow? as in Arms?— will he outfight? and now outweep me too! ye [Duke leans over Florios' Head on the other side.] powers Above! if ever you hear prayers from a sad heart sent.— Let Florios soul and mine expyre together;— Oh Lorenzo! you cannot fancy what I feel! the loss of such a friend, is unsupportable;  Lorenzo. 
Alas Sir, your sorrows will go higher yet! when you know who Florio is!— I have a greater loss in Florio, than you discern, or can pretend to! which will no longer now be hid:— hold Surgeon,— and let the Ladies help to undress her, she is a Lady, and my near relation Sir, who loves you more, than you love Florio.  [He starts from the Chair.] Duke. 
A Woman Lorenzo! Oh do not mock me with a hope to make this loss beyond Mortality to bear: a Woman! let me gaze on this dying wonder; till my Eyes drop out,— (and loves me, as I do Florio!) that is impossible!— this is a fatal blow indeed!— Oh Sister! now your help!— Surgeon if she live, thou shalt be, whatever I can make thee great: work, work, apply the rarest remedies,— some help from Heaven, or I am lost! a Woman! Florio a Woman! and in my rescue die! and love me too! Oh this is much, too much to know, and to outlive. [He lies on the ground.]  Surgeon. 
Pray Sir, a little patience, her Eyes have some small motion now,— Ladies your help is useful here.  [The Duke rises.] Duke. 
Gently dear Silviana, kind Philora gently, every touch she suffers, grates on my heart;— Florio thy love was not well managed;— the more I think, the more I am amazed!— give her life, or strike me dead! a Woman!  Lorenzo. 
I Sir, a Woman, and of Noblest birth!  [The Duke knelt and holds her Hand.] Duke. 
I value not her birth, 'tis Virtue thus adorned, that I adore! [He kneels and hold her head.]— blessed figure of those shapes which do inhabit Heaven,— she looks up Silviana! and may live! run good Alphonso, run.  Alphonso. 
Whither Sir; and why!  Duke. 
Fetch my Mother's Diadem, and Royal Robe, fly now Alphonso Exit Alpho: fly!— I have a thousand thoughts at once; what Triumphs I will make, what Trophies raise! if my Fair Saint survive;— but if she die! these glitring fancies will be drenched in Blood, Lorenzo! I will swim in blood, to overtake her Ghost, when ever she departs.  Surgeon. 
Now she is dressed, pray give her leave to rest a little.  Loren. 
My Prophetic soul foresaw some mighty evil towards, when I desired that Florio might not fight to day.  Duke. 
One word of Woman, had prevented all;— to conceal her Sex Lorenzo, was as cruel, as unkind; that known; she had been safe, and I most happy.  Lorenzo. 
I now wish that I had broke my Oath to Celestina, and run all hazards by it.  Duke. 
Now I understand those her mysterious vow's, so often made to me; which I then took for gratitude;— how blind was love!— rather how powerful is thy Deity, Oh love! what mighty things do those by thee inspired produce? when the weak hands of this soft sex, can raise such Emulation in the bravest men!— and can outdo us too! in what they undertake:— how strangely dull was I, that did not all this while by sympathetick Love, her Sex discern, through this disguise?  Enter Alphonso with Crown and Robes, the Duke puts them on Florio as he slumbers. Duke. 
Help me Lorenzo to put on these Robes,— so,— now Sir, you shall see that I do credit what you have said;— and in assurance of her love to me, here in the sight of Heaven, I take this Lady to my Wife; thus she shall live, or thus die my Duchess;— Silviana,— [He looks at Florio earnestly.]  

Our victory does yet so dismal show,  
No ruin could have caused a greater woe.   
— My heart, my heart Lorenzo, shrinks away so fast, that I shall fall;— how dull were we Silviana? to think such beauty could belong to man! [Leans on Alphonso.]  Princess. 
Or such courage be in Woman found!  Duke. 
Lorenzo, I am distracted with so many wonders breaking out at once! that my shatred heart, can yet find no joy to entertain so great a Guest as you; nor inquire what accident did bring you hither?  Lorenzo: 
Fame of Silvianas' Virtues, brought me hither Sir; where I unlooked for, met, poor Celestina, my unhappy Cousin, who—  

— Did, from her Father's rigid kindness fly,  
Led by her stars, to this sad Destiny.   [The Duke embraces him and weeps.] Princess. 
Did ever any Age such mischief know?  
Or two such courages such sorrow show?  Duke. 
If Celestina live? Urbino shall shine in Triumphs, to speak Lorenzo's welcome:— but if she Die, I have no life that I can call a minute mine; I must not, will not, cannot survive so great a loss!  Princess. 
She wakes, she wakes! and looks up cheerful.  [The Duke knelt and holds her hand.] Duke. 
Fly to the Temples, and rich incense burn, proclaim a public Feast throughout the Town; let all the holy Orders in Procession go, make solemn vow's to Heaven, for Celestinas life!  

— Now let the City, there Devotions pay,  
For Victory; and keep this Holiday!   [Celestina wakes, speaks faintly.] Celestina. 
Is this a vision? or is it real what I see? these Robes I understand not,— the Duke kneeling! the Princess, and Lorenzo weeping!— I do either dream! or I am dead!— why all this to me?  Duke. 
To the Duchess of URBINO, this is due; Heaven Celestina has heard my prayers, and will I hope, preserve your life, to raise my despairing soul, above the World, if you consent? Triumphant love, with such resplendent Rays adorned, will change these sullen Clouds, into a glorious shine, throughout my Land; and every heart rejoice at our Felicities.  Celestina. 
Lorenzo then, has made himself, and me known to you Sir;— which does beget such shame, as makes my soul retire, from what it most joys in:— can you value such a counterfeit as I?  Duke. 
Can I be thankful! for the greatest blessing, men have on Earth? all had been well, if Lorenzo had declared you sooner!  Celestina. 
My business was to die unknown, lest my disguise, should raise a scandal on my Name for ever! Lorenzo knew me not till yesterday.  Duke. 
This disguise Celestina, has by mistakes brought all this evil on us; let us no more mention it; but implore Heaven for your recovery.  Lorenzo. 
How will you dispose of your great prisoner Sir.  Urbino. 
As my friend, now Celestina lives! these Arms shall be your only bonds, while you are with us;— I owe all the felicities I now [to Ferrara] enjoy, to you Sir,— I had near seen Florio, nor found Lorenzo here, without this War: And if Lodovico can submit? to what the Gods have thus decreed; we may be ever friends; but I shall impose no Rules for you to follow, who are as free here, as at Ferrara; for I intent a Jubilee to all, who will participate my joys.  Lodovico. 
Though my success, affords no argument for joy, I can acknowledge your civilities; and must submit unto those powers, who order our designs, according to their wills, not ours.  Lorenzo. 
I have a heart to serve Lodovico too; if it may be received!  Lodovico. 
Since victory has decided our contest, 'twere useless to hold up such animosity, as can afford no remedy; I shall therefore strive to regulate my heart, unto my Fortune.  Duke. 
We must now beg your pardon Sir, and yours Silviana, our high transports, for these strange accident, have too long diverted our respects for you Sir.  Lorenzo. 
If Silviana do yet dare to own me? little Ceremony will be needful here.  Princess. 
If I had not long since seen through your disguise! somewhat of greater worth, than your low Equipage allowed; you had not found so quick a passage to my heart.  Duke. 
'Tis my part to join your hands, now you avow your hearts united: I wish you as much joy Sir, as you have helped me to, by Celestinas Love.  Loren. 
I can have none beyond, what I rejoice to see you have Sir.  Duke. 
How is it Celestina? does your heart with your health comply? to make me happy?  Celestina. 
Yes Sir, now all my doubts are vanished, I have time to look back on my despairs, with pleasure; and to rejoice, and wonder at your love! so much beyond my merit, or my hope!  Duke. 
Though habits sexes often may divide,  
They could not Celestinas virtues hide;  
Which gave such Lustre to young Florios' name,  
It raised my wonder! and begot this flame.  
Which ever must admire that blessed disguise,  
When Florio showed me Celestinas Eyes.  
Thus mighty Love Triumphed, in friendship dressed,  
Though his Magnetic Virtue, seemed suppressed.  
FINIS.   

THE EPILOGUE To the SIEGE of URBIN.  
EPILOGUES we know, if well fitted! may  
Either excuse, or else set off the Play!  
But our Fantastic Author does believe,  
His Doublet may be wor'ne without a sleeve!  
He will no Epilogue allow; the Pit  
He says, of late, hath surfeited of Wit;  
[points to the Pit.] And therefore has this new rigged Pinnace Lanced  
Into these Deeps; and now too far advanced  
Without a Rudder: Yet if friends! you may  
With gentle Gales this guidlesse Bark convey  
Through all its dangers, to the wished Port;  
And so prove Pilots of the noblest sort.   

SELINDRA. A Tragicomedy.  
Written by Sr WILLIAM KILLIGREW.  
OXFORD, Printed for the Author, and are to be sold by Ric: Davis, 1666.   

The Actors Names of Selindra.  

LAscares, Emperor of Greece.  
Phillocles, Lascares his Son.  
Ordella, Lascares his Daughter.  
Secropius, Lascares his Favourite.  
Cleonel, Secropius his Son.  
Selindra, A great Lady Attending Ordella, and supposed Daughter of Periander; but is Astella, Princess of Hungary.  
Periander, A great Lord of Cyprus.  
Three Ladies Attending Ordella.  
Antillacus, General of Greece.  
Armanthus, General of the Horse.  
Antenor, Great Lords of Greece.  
Gillon, Great Lords of Greece.  
Officers.  
Guards.  
Servants.  
Pages.  
Trebello, King of Hungary. These appear not.  
Barzanes, his Eldest Son. These appear not.  
Pollinesso, Trebello's youngest Son.  
Astella, His only Daughter.  
Orsanes, General of Hungary.  
Lords.  
Officers.  
Pollidor, Hungarians.  
Tennedor, Hungarians.  
Tecknor, Hungarians.  
Titius, Hungarians.  
Servants. Hungarians.    

SCENE Is the Emperor's Palace at Byzantium.  
The FIRST ACT.  Enter two Lords, Antenor and Gillon. Ante: 
THis Rumour through the Town of Prince Phillocles being Crowned King of Hungary is beyond cregit!  Gillon: 
Who is Author of this discourse?  Ante: 
It has no Author, a Packet to the Emperor is brought by the common Post, who only said, the last Post told him so.  Gillon: 
And that last post, might hear it from another;— What does the Emperor declare?  Ante: 
We shall know now, his Letters are in his hand.  Enter Lascares Emperor of Greece, with Cecropius, Cleonell, and Guards. Empe: 
Have you yet Learned Cecropius, from whence this Rumour comes concerning Hungary?  Cecro: 
I can by no means find the Author Sir; yet the whole Town is full of it, 'tis in all men's mouths that Prince Phillocles is Crowned King of Hungary, yet none know why they say it?  Emp: 
It cannot be, these Letters are but three days old, in which Antillacus only mentions Phillocles returned to Belgrade, having chased the Germans home:—  Enter the Princess Ordella, Selindra, and Ladies to them. Emp: 
Daughter, I sent for you to partake the News these Letters bring; they speak Phillocles his Victories over the bold Germans, by which we gather, he will be shortly here;— We will welcome his return Ordella, with a solemn Triumph, to raise his great thoughts to higher Actions;— To this end I sent for you, to think of some new way to entertain the Princess Astella, who no doubt your Brother will bring with him.  Or. 
Sir, I am so pleased to hear my Brother's well; I cannot yet enjoy his Conquest.  Emp: 
Cecropius, be it your care to see these Triumphs ordered for Phillocles, as they were for me, when I returned Victorious out of Asia; And Cleonel thy charge is to Summon all our Young Nobility, unto a Royal Tournament, and be thyself the Glory of our Court.  Cle: 
You make me blush Sir.  Cecro: 
It shall be as you direct Sir; but how soon does the Prince write his motion will be this way?  Emp: 
My Letters are from our General Antillachus in haste; who by the next, doth promise a full relation.  Or: 
Have you no Letters from my Brother Sir?  Empe: 
Not yet Ordella; which I much wonder at?  He kisses the Emperor's Hand. Enter Armanthus in Mourning. 
— What news Armanthus?  Arman: 
Sir, the Prince sent me before, to give you notice of his approach.  Emp: 
His approach! how near?  Arman: 
He is about a League behind Sir.  Emp: 
Is this habit, and thy sad looks, the signs of Victory? are Phillocles and you alone returned? Is all lost Armanthus?  Arman: 
Your Army is safe Sir, the Germans have quitted Hungary as you have heard, and that Crown also has been offered unto Phillocles.  Emp: 
And by him received I hear; why then is this sad show? why such sorrows in thy face? while we were ordering Triumphs to receive Phillocles, thou hast surprised us with such sadness, as becomes ruined States only.  Arman: 
'Tis for no less a loss I mourn Sir, for by your Victories, so sad a fate is befallen Hungary, that all Noble Hearts will feel some sorrow for it, though they merited no less!  Emp: 
Make me know it.  Arman: 
When we had freed Hungary from the German War, and while the brave Prince Pollinesso, with Phillocles was Conquering, and returning from the German Confines back to Belgrade, the old King Trebellio, and his Eldest Son Barzanes, repented the Conditions made with your Majesty, for the re-delivery of Moldavia; they forgot the benefit received by our Grecian Swords, and prepare to send home Phillocles, loaden with Scorns, instead of Trophies.  Emp: 
Strange insolence! and as high a perjury as ever provoked Heaven! what followed! how did Pollinesso bear himself?  Arman: 
The Young Prince Pollinesso was a firm Friend to Phillocles, and endeavoured what he could, to divert his Fathers, and his Brothers wicked purposes.  Emp: 
I'll make the whole Nation shrink under my just Anger.  Arman: 
It will not need Sir, for as they securely sought to seize on Prince Phillocles (who lodged in the same Castle with them) it so pleased the gods, that he by a quick securing of himself, the same night the Plot was laid, did accidentally occasion all their ruins, though he intended no harm unto their persons.  Emp: 
Their ruins! are they dead? all dead!  Arman: 
They are Sir, and their crimes, not worthy of that sorrow the Prince has for them, had not the innocent Pollinesso fallen with them!  Emp: 
By what accident fell he?  Arman: 
Pollinesso to do Phillocles Service, was that fatal night concealed, where he in a by-Room, might discover his Father's wicked Counsels, unto which he was never called, by reason of his avowed love to Phillocles; So that when we from the Prince's Lodgings surprised the Castle Gate, the Alarm roused the Hungarians from their close Cowcil, and discovered Pollinesso where he stood hid, who being in that amaze, compelled by his Father and Barzanes, to fly with them unto a little Postern Gate, (to us unknown) that led unto the River, where all entering a small Fisher Boat, they hasted down the stream to their own Camp, which they found newly destroyed by our Army: (a mischief they designed that night on us;) frighted by this ruin, they all return into their Boat, and by a sudden wind that arose, were all drowned in the rough Danube.  Emp: 
Why had not Pollinesso notice of your purpose?  Arman: 
We had no time, nor could we come where he stood Concealed, if Phillocles had delayed, he had been lost; and then, our design being only to seize on Trebellio, and Barzanes persons; we could apprehend no danger towards Pollinesso.  Ordel: 
Where is Astella? how did she escape? how does she bear her Father and her brother's loss? how does she look on Phillocles? and how become the Crown, and Throne, now they are her own?  Arman: 
After this sad accident, Phillocles was informed that Astella was conveyed away before the War, on purpose to abuse him; but where concealed, none knew but those who were with Trabellio drowned.  Emp: 
But how has Phillocles disposed the Affairs of Hungary?  Arman: 
The Hungarians much amazed at Astellas' absence; did urge Phillocles to accept the Crown, as by the hand of Heaven thrown on him, but he without delay, delivered up the sole power and trust unto Orfanes, and five more, until Astella might be found; and then by the consent of all, he did command Antillacus in his return with the Army, to take possession of Moldavia, which by a double right is now again rejoined unto your Empire Sir.  Emp: 
My Son has been two quick, in ordering so great affairs!  Enter Prince Phillocles, and Lords in mourning; with Servant's he knelt and riseth. He knelt and riseth. Emp: 
Phillocles, the gods are just, they have blessed thy undertake, which thou shouldst not grieve, but thank them for, they have saved me a labour too, in punishing those ingrateful perjured Princes.  Phil: 
Had not Pollinesso fallen, I had not cast away a sigh for all the rest, for him, my whole Life spent in sorrow, is not enough, he was as Noble, as the others were unworthy; he and I, contracted such a Friendship, you would have thought but one heart had given life to both.  Emp: 
Thou hast done ill Phillocles, so rashly to dispose so great Affairs without my Council; I hear you have given away a Kingdom, in a Compliment.  Phil: 
Sir, what I have done, will not abate my interest there; I have also made a promise to search for Astella, in our Neighbour Islands, where 'tis most like she is concealed.  Emp: 
That will be near as great a folly as the other: to what purpose will you run such a bazzard? rather meet our Army, and return with it to Belgrade, there let Astella find you securing her interest, in her absence.  Phil: 
I cannot with my Honour do it Sir, Astella may then believe, I sought the Ruin of her Family, to gain the Crown on myself.  Emp: 
What if she do? you may at leisure inform her of the Truth;— I do Command you, to lay by your further thought of this fond Journey, to search for Astella; is this a time to act Romances in? when the whole whole World is in Combustion round us; think better on it Phillocles.  Ordel. 
I hope my Brother will not throw himself on dangers, without a good Argument to justify his Actions; this new Journey, gives me new fears for you. 
a Phillocles Embraces his Sister Ordella, and leads her out after the Emperor.   Phil: 
I shall consider ere I go Ordella, and at your Lodgings this night, express my joy to see you.  Exeunt omnes. 
b Only Selindra stays and sits in a Chair.  Sel: 
Oh! Oh!  Cle: 
Selindra weeping!— has the sad tale of Hungary, drawn these tears from your fair Eyes Madam?  Sel: 
Good my Lord, spare me a while, I am not sit for Courtship now.  Cle: 
I cannot with Honour leave you in the power of such an Enemy, as your sorrow is.  Sel: 
You cannot deliver me from a greater than yourself this time.  Cle: 
That is not kindly said Selindra, scarce Civil, if you consider my long Love, and my Respects.  Sal: 
My Lord, you know I ever shunned your Love, and as much as in me lay, avoided those respects, you now upbraid me with.  Cle: 
I do confess you have, 'tis therefore I now come, to press you to declare, if I may ever hope to gain more favour from you; my suit is present Marriage, may I hope for such happiness at last, if not now!  Sel: 
As I never have, so I shall never give you cause to think it.  Cle: 
So Fair, so Innocent, so Gentle, and so severe! I never saw before; but I shall hope to find you in a better humour, at some other time Selindra; your Father interrupts me now. Exit Cleonel.  Enter Periander to Selindra. Sel: 
Unhappy day that I was born, and more unhappy this, that I She Weeps. have lived to hear such mischief on. Oh Periander! my Father, and my Brothers are all Dead, Murdered by Phillocles, Betrayed, and Slain by Phillocles; Pollinesso's dead, my only comfort is for ever gone, and yet I live to tell it!  Peri: 
Madam the Crown of Hungary is now yours, and Phillocles but the Instrument sent by the gods to punish your Parents crimes; their perjury pulled this Judgement on their own heads.  Sel: 
It does not become you my Lord to tell me so, nor yet to think it, if you consider Lascare's covetous nature, and Phillocles ambitious spirit, you might with me, see all this was designed to ruin my Family, and so to get the Crown unto themselves; but I shall soon revenge it on dissembling Phillocles, and bring such a Ruin into Greece, as no time shall parallel;— here to Pollinesso Ghost, I vow Phillocles his Life, if ever I can safely reach it!  Peri: 
Madam take heed, lest you like them, do pull a second mischief on yourself; Phillocles you see is Noble, he leaves the Crown She kneels. to you, when offered him by all your Subjects; he loved Pollinesso! you have no Argument against Phillocles, he Laments him, as much as you can.  Sel: 
I Periander, and in sorrow seeks me too; no doubt, but he would gladly have me in his power to murder.  Per: 
I cannot think so; but Madam you should now consider where you are, and in whose power; in my opinion, you must keep this disguise, with all the Art you can; and lay by your sorrow for a while, not practise any thing towards revenge, nor by a look discover such a thought, until I can go to Belgrade, there make Orsanes, and the rest, know that you live; that we may find some way to fetch you home with safety; where you may with security prosecute your revenge.  Sel: 
I shall take your advice my Lord, now you comply in my revenge, and study to disguise my grief till your return, but can admit no thoughts, but my revenge on Phillocles; Pollinesso my dear Brother, I will Celebrate thy Funerals, in such a manner! as shall speak my Love to thee; and hate to him that murdered thee—  

— No Roman Pile, e'er made so great a flame;  
I'll Sacrifice this Empire, to thy Name.   Per: 
Madam, this passion will piscover, and destroy you in spite Weeps. of my Endeavours.  Sel: 
I have now done my Lord, indeed I have.  Peri: 
I can have no Faith Madam, unless you will now promise in presence of our gods, to hide this anger, and not to discover yourself till my return, unless some Eminent necessity require, for you will be lost, when known unto Lascares.  Sel: 
I do engage as you desire, and shall—  Enter Ordella to them with Ladies. Or: 
In tears Selindra! what cause hast thou to weep?  Per: 
My present departure for Cyprus, makes her thus Childish.  Or: 
Will your stay there be long my Lord?  Per: 
Not many day's Madam.  Or: 
Come Selindra, thou shalt go with me, I'll divert these Tears, by showing thee my griefs, which thou wilt be Concerned for, if thou dost love me!  Exeunt Omnes THE SCEENE CHANGES. Re-enter Ordella, and Selindra, in Ordella 's Chamber. Sel: 
Madam, I am very sensible of your Grief, and do not approve of the Prince his journey, to search for Astella.  Or. 
You must not only not approve it Selindra, but with me condemn it, as a rash, and hazardous undertaking; besides the folly of seeking one he never saw, one that he hath no engagement to! What madness will it be for Phillocles, to put himself within her power? before he knows how she resents her Friend's deaths? for if there were such affection between Astella and Pollinesso, (as is said) the sight of Phillocles, must needs raise a passion in her, such as may destroy my (aside) Brother, before his innocence can appear;— (How's this? can these Tears fall for her Father's absence a few days? or is it for what I utter? Selindra Weeps. I hope she is not so much concerned for Phillocles;)— Selindra I do take it ill, that you thus lament your Father's absence, who runs no hazard? above my sorrow, for my Brother's dangerous Journey, in search of Astella.  Sel: 
Madam my tears were recalled by your Highness' sighs, by your trouble for the Prince his Journey, your favours have been such to me, that I were unworthy, if I should not weep, as well as smile with you.  (aside) Or: 
'Tis handsomely put off,— I thank thee Selindra, and do so little doubt thy Love, that I do beg thy best Arguments to assist me, that we together may convince my Brother, and prevail with him to stay.  Sel: 
Madam, I shall obey your commands; and observe your directions, as far as will become me: but I do fear, the Prince will condemn me of much rudeness, if I shall interpose my vain opinions, against his purposes; good Madam, do not put me to do, what hereafter you will blame me for.  Or: 
Fear it not Selindra, I love thee better, then to throw away thy credit so!— see where my brother comes.  Enter Phillocles, Ordella meets him kindly, yet sadly too. Selindra aside. Sel: 
I have a hard task on me! (to compliment the man I hate to death.  Phil: 
Why so sad my dear Sister; your looks speak a sorrow through your smiles!  Ordel: 
Can you ask? and know yourself to be the cause of it, can Phillocles be in danger? and Ordella, not be sad! can you think smiles would become my face? when my heart shrinks to think of your rash journey, to seek Astella you know not where; I can no more put off my fears, than my affection for you.  Phil: 
Dearest Ordella, let not a mistaken cause of fear for me, beget such a trouble in you; there is no danger in my purposed Journey, I shall only search the Grecian Isles, where none dares do me harm, you know I am engaged in honour to perform, what I have so publicly declared, and I am sure you love my Honour, equal with my Person.  Ordel: 
I do so, and could I see the necessity you urge, to search for Astella, my passion should submit to your reason, and that I may not flatter my own affection, I shall now submit unto Selindra's opinion, who has no reason to be partial to either of our arguments; I prithee good Selindra, speak freely, what thou thinkest of my brother's Journey.  Selin: 
Truly Sir, if I may judge! the Princess tells you what you should better consider of, than I think you yet have; not that I do apprehend any dangerous hazards in the Journey, as she does, nor can I find any arguments fit to persuade you from attempting dangers, when your Honour calls you to them; give me leave Sir, only to ask, how your Honour is concerned to make this search? why do you intent so great a trouble to yourself? from whence is this value of Astella? who you never saw; why does your Highness seek a Woman that has never obliged you? nor you her, but by the ruin of her Family, incensed her.  Phil: 
'Tis true that I have never seen, nor obliged Astella in particular; but I have by many hazards of my life endeavoured both; the Fame of her Excelling Beauty, and greater Virtue, begot in me a desire to serve her, and her whole Family, which I did faithfully, in freeing Hungary from the German yoke: 'twas an unhappy Fate befell her Parents, by themselves pulled on them, not by me intended; in which sad loss, I bear so great a share, that I have no peace within, until I have made my Innocence unto Astellas' self appear, that she may see, that I had no design to hurt the Prince's persons, nor to Conquer Hungary.  Selin: 
What you have bravely done in that War, deserves a Trophy, and from Astella no less value, when she shall be well informed of all that past there; till then Sir, the Princess thinks it not fit for you to Visit Astella, because we often see Great Princes Virtues, does not answer the report Fame gives them.  Ordel: 
Most true, Selindra, my heart presages a Ruin if you go; could I lay by my affection to you, and put on Astellas' cause, I would undertake to confute those Arguments, you so much trust in: Methinks I see you kneeling, and the enraged Astella deaf to all you say, swelling with anger, for brave Pollinesso's loss, and ready to sacrifice your Life! come Selindra if ever I have deserved love from thee! show it now by assisting me my own way, by thy best Language: do thou stand forth, and as Astella, receives my over-confident Brother, spare him not Selindra, but suppose you had a Brother as dear to you, as Pollinesso [She pulls Selindra to Act Astella: She stands before the Chair of State.] was to her, and that beloved Brother, by Phillocles his rash attempt, sent to his untimely grave: let lose some Tears, to accompany those I have shed, and for my sake, put on a look so mixed with Majesty, Grief, and Anger, as may present her Part thou play'st: (ay, that look will do it.)  Sel: 
Madam, You see my ready Obedience to your Commands; but will the Prince permit such boldness?  Phil: 
Yes Selindra, since nothing else will satisfy my Sister, I am content for once, to bear a part in this Child's play,— on condition Ordella, that you put off your sadness, if I prevail!  Ordella. 
I shall, so you will stay at home, if she do get the better of you!  [He turns to Selindra and sees her looks angry—] Phil: 
Content:— can Selindra frown in jest? methinks she looks as if she would do it to the life Ordella?  Sel: 
Yes Phillocles, I can frown when I have just cause! and will make thee repent this rash attempt to visit me, thou hast beyond my hope, put thyself into my power to punish.  Phil: 
How that angry Cloud spreads! Can those bright lights suffer an Eclipse, and not portend some fatal Ruin? what if they do! shall I shake at Thunder, that cannot reach me? be concerned for an unjust anger! no, not though the gods did threat:— But Astella will not nourish a thought mis-be-coming her Virtue, nor so much lessen her great name, by a mistaken passion, to harm a man, whose endeavours were to serve her.  Selin: 
A mistaken Passion Phillocles! are not my Father and my Brothers dead? though not by thy hand butchered, yet by thy attempts they fell; is not the glory of our name extinguished? the honour of men fallen? all lost in Pollinesso's death!  Phil: 
Astellas' self is not more free, than I was, from intending evil to her friends; they forced me to secure myself; by which they were all lost, their Plots, and Perjuries, pulled this Ruin on them: only Pollinesso was not Guilty, he would not comply with fierce Barzanes envious designs, nor with his Fathers blacker purposes; Pollinesso was a witness of my hazards in that War, and did partake an equal share in them, and in the Victory; we often sealed our vows of Amity, in our best bloods together, which did beget so mutual a Love, that our Souls moved ever one way; I would rather have Died with Pollinesso, then live thus to lament his loss; by these unfeigned Tears I would.  Sel: 
Thou speak'st a Language so pleasing to my Ears, that I could wish my vow to Sacrifice thee to my Brother's Ghost, had never passed my Lips, for I can see, and value all thy Noble actions; and judge the guilt of my own friends that fell, and can bear the loss of all, but Pollinesso!— he you say died Innocent, free from the other Crimes, full of Honour, rich in Virtue, in the Blossom of his Age, my only Joy fell:— and you, my only hate, shall die so too! your Worth, your Youth, and your Innocence, will make my oblation acceptable to those powers I have vowed you too;— vain man, canst thou think Pollinesso's ghost will be appeased with words? or tears! if thou wert ever worthy my brother's love, show it now, in courageous dying to his memory, for by all our gods thou diest;— a guard there!  [She is interrupted by Ordella.] Ordella. 
'Tis bravely done Selindra, thou madest me start, and shake to see thee look, and hear thee speak, with such awful majesty!— how is it Brother? how do you think Astellas' self will receive you? when one so unconcerned, can use you thus! do you yield yet? have we the better argument? [Philocles and Selindra stand both amazed.]  Phil: 
Yes you have.  Ordel: 
You'll stay then!  Phil: 
I think I shall.  Ordel: 
My deer, dear Selindra, let me kiss thee, thou hast obliged me beyond my power to gratify, beyond my expression to acknowledge;— the Emperor, and the whole Empire shall thank thee for Phillocles his safety;— come my brother, let us now find my Father; this change will please him. Exeunt ambo.  Selin. 
How near lost was I, on his fresh mention of Pollinesso's death! how dangerous a work did I undertake; and how happily brought off, by the Princess Ordella's timely interruption!— I thought myself within my strengths at Belgrade, and Phillocles in my power to punish; I must no more of these games, 'tis my disguise preserves my life, and I do care only to live to be revenged on Phillocles, the Author of all my sorrows.— Oh! but the Princess Ordella sits too near my heart, to suffer that; she is my friend; if I destroy her beloved brother! I wound her to death; at lest give her the same intolerable grief for Phillocles, I now suffer for Pollinesso.— Oh! horrid ingratitude! Oh miserable Astella! my Obligations to Ardella, do infringe my vows to Heaven:— ye gods, direct me so; that these differing passions may not distract me; I would do, what should become me best, and please you most, though my own life, in the attempt be lost.  Exit Selindra.  

THE SECOND ACT.  [Enter Emperor, Cecropius and Cleonel.] Emp: 
WHat think you Cecropious, of Phillocles his Love?  Cecr. 
Mighty Sir, what you have said, was my thought, when I first heard of the Prince his stay, and had been now my Council, as the best way to secure his Interest in Hungary, by which Astella must submit unto the will of him, that has already won hearts of all her people.  Cleon: 
Sir, you know I have long loved, and long sought Selindra's Love; and Lovers Eyes are quick to discover the like looks in others; 'tis my duty (as well as my own Concern) to tell your Majesty, that I have observed Selindra's good looks, to be the Orators, that have put off the Prince his journey, not his kind sister's importunity, and when your own observation, shall inform you better, your Majesty will find this, no causeless jealousy in me.  Cecropious. 
What he tells you Sir, is the whisper of the Court, but I look on it slightly, the Prince may have a mind to a Wench, and Selindra is a pretty one; but Sir, in my opinion, you should take no notice of such youthful passages; the Prince cannot think her a fit Wife, and then, no matter who is his Mistress.  Emp: 
Cecropious I do think it worthy my care, to prevent an evil; the Crown of Hungary can be no way mine, but by Astella; we see Selindra is rich in Beauty, and more rich in Virtue; if not by Birth great enough to be his Wife; she is too good, to be his wanton Mistress; Phillocles is young, and young men are apt to be in Love! He is as gallant, as great, and if his affection should meet a repulse, (as 'tis most like from Selindra;) these sparks we now see, may grow to such a flame, as neither we, nor he can quench: I will observe him, and set spies on them, [Aside.] some of my own spies, Cleonell may be jealous without a cause! I will sift Ordella too!  Enter Phillocles to them, in rich clothes, with Ordella, Selindra, Lords, Ladies, and train, all fine. Emp: 
Daughter, you have wrought a good work on your brother; thy Interest I see, has prevailed, beyond my entreaty, or my Command, I thank thee for it Ordella, and am glad Phillocles, to find that your Ears are open unto reason, indeed the journey would not have suited with your other great actions; I like well thy gallant spirit; but I like not to hazard a Kingdom for a Compliment.  Phillocles. 
Sir, I do thus low beg pardon for my first disobedience [She knelt.] to your commands, and do confess, my sister wrought my consent to stay; yet I must tell you Sir; 'twas because her Arguments complied with your commands, nor was your command her least Argument.  Emp: 
Thus let me embrace the greatest comfort of my life, thou [He holds their Arms under his, and walks as he speaks.] shalt set ever next my heart;— give me thy hand Ordella, and thine Phillocles; What wealth is there beyond these? what joys beyond those I feel? thus supported! I am the envy of Princes; may all the blessings Heaven can bestow, fall on you both for this love, and this obedience to your old dying Father;— tell me Phillocles: how stands the affairs of Hungary? I have had late intelligence, that some Commotions do appear there; if so? since you have thus discreetly laid aside the search of Astella, in my judgement, 'twill be next best, that you repair to Belgrade with your Army, there by your presence, to keep the people in Obedience, until Astella be found; we know the Hungarians are a busy headed people Phillocles.  Phil. 
Sir, I have left the Government of that State, in those hands that will neglect no means to invite Astella home; they love her Sir; and do want no power to secure the Kingdom for her; my presence at Belgrade, would rather deter Astella, then invite her home, and may be justly thought, I meant to force, what I yet doubt to sue for: In my opinion Sir, I ought to hear more from thence, before I stir that way, but my opinion, and my will, shall submit to your Commands.  Emp: 
Thou art still on thy Compliments, but my grey Hairs are not convinced by such Arguments, think better on what I propose, though I do not command, but only wish it; while I instruct your [Phillocles and the rest go off.] sister with my reasons, that she, and you may consult together.  [He whispers with Ordella.] Ordel. 
I shall obey you Sir, and weigh well what you have said, I shall not be wanting in my care for Selindra, nor in my love unto my Brother.  Emp: 
I am satisfied Ordella, and do only wonder why he will not lead the Army into Hungary! where such apparent need is of his presence.  Ordella. 
He will go, if you will have him Sir.  Emp: 
I will think further on it a day or two.  This while Cleonel Courts Selindra, she shows dislike to him. Emp: 
Cleonel I see loses no time, in the War he makes, ply her hard young man, those knit brows do often prove the Cipher to a smiling heart, and yet Cleonel I must tell you, that I approve not this whining way of Wooing; most Women like to be approached with such Alacrity, as shows the mettle men are made of; where is thy heart young man?  Cle. 
Mighty Sir, one frown from bright Selindras Eyes, has power to shake me into Atoms, to unman me quite!  Emp: 
I think so, and must myself Woo for thee, how is it fair [He speaks to Selindra.] one, that you neglect such honour? and such Wealth, as Cleonel brings with him? he is a man in my Eye worthy the greatest subject of my Empire:— Or is it the nice Lovers part you thus do act in Public, while your united hearts delight in private? say Selindra, when shall our Court flourish in triumphs for your Wedding?— while Ordella provides Ornaments for you, it shall be my care to set forth Cleonel like himself, and fit for such a Mistress:— tell me when Selindra, when shall this jolly time be? come I must press you for my Friend.  Selin: 
I am very sensible of this Honour you now do me Sir, yet cannot choose but wonder why your Majesty thinks fit to press me to a public Answer.  Emp: 
You have delayed it long enough, 'tis a good time to declare now.  Selin: 
I obey Sir, and do confess that I have ever had a true value of Cleonels' worth; I have also observed your favour to him, and do believe that he may make the best of Women happy; but yet I think not fit to entertain his Love, I have more Noble thoughts, then to encourage him with hopes, of what I never can afford him, such a return, as his merit may justly expect from one more worthy than myself; I must declare that my purpose is not to marry, but to attend the Princess so long, as that honour may be permitted, and her Highness' favour shall continue to me.  Emp: 
May all thy wishes be ever on thee, happy will that man be, that gets such a Treasure, as this fair Cabinet contains: I am vanquished Cleonel, and I advise thee to tear this Serpent from thy heart, before it be too big for thee to grasp;— (observe you this Ordella?)— Phillocles are thy thoughts yet for Belgrade?  Phillo. 
They shall be Sir, if you Command it.  Exeunt Lascares, Cecropius, and Cleonel. Phillo: 
Ordella can you guests, why my Father does now urge my absence? that so late enforced my stay?  Ordel: 
Does not the Affairs of Hungary require you there?  Phillo. 
No Ordella, I should not then wonder at his pressing me to go!  [Enter Messenger.] Messen: 
Madam, the Emperor calls for you.  Ordel: 
I'll o'er take him presently;— I have much to say to you Brother, pray stay my return: good Selindra entertain him in my Chamber, with Cleonels last Melancholy Song, I like so well.  [Phillocles and Selindra sit within the Scene.] THE SONG: 
Cloris we see the offended Gods,  
At first do show, and shake their Rodds,  
That they may rather threat, then strike,  
So we forego, what they dislike:  
These faulty streams, shall flow no more  
Above their banks, as heretofore:  
Nor swelling tempest from my breast,  
Henceforth thy Virgin cares molest:  
All shall be fashioned to thy will,  
So thou wilt let me Love thee still:  
My Lips shall not a word let go,  
That may offend to tell thee so:  
But to dissemble, or deny  
That I do Love thee were a lie,  
Would stain my soul: 'twill prove a spot,  
To look as if I Loved thee not.  Philo. 
This charity becomes you Madam, and Cleonels lines I see are smiled on, though himself be not, but why did you with such severity, in public disclaim his interest, and seem to reject a man so worthy, when the Emperor himself wooed for him?  Selin. 
'Tis the Princess Ordella's pleasure, that I should learn his Song Sir, and not my fancy to the maker of it, though his love, and respects, may challenge a greater compliment from me, for I shall ever acknowledge obligations to Cleonel, yet not think fit to treat a Marriage in my Father's absence, by whom I shall be wholly ruled in that matter, if he think fit to make that choice for me, I must submit.  Philo. 
Give me leave Madam so far to interest myself in your Affairs, as to ask if your thoughts for Cleonel be such, that you will Phillocles takes her Hand, she shows dislike. not admit the like profession from another; For though my Father cannot match him in his Dominions, I believe that I can find you a Servant, as faithful, and as full of Love; one every way as worthy your favours, one that will outbid Cleonel, to gain Selindra, do but—  [He offers to kiss her Hand.] Selin: 
I beg your Highness' pardon, for some time. Exit Seli:  Phil: 
Thus to leave me while I was speaking to her, is a scorn I looked not for;— Selindra was not wont to be so rude, nor I so foolish, sure my looks and Language rendered me Ridiculous, so slight, that she blushed for me, which to hide she thus withdrew, leaving me to wonder at myself, that am of late become, what I want a Name for;— If this be Love, and this the effects of Love, I'll tear the Monster from my heart, and be myself again, before it grow too mighty for me;— my hands cannot reach it, no force can touch it, 'tis a subtle foe, not to be compelled; 'tis reason only must prevail;— Selindra loves, and dissembles her affection to Cleonel, neglecting me;— how unworthy then am I, that seek to separate united hearts; how fond, to Covet what another does enjoy; how much am I now fallen below myself, by this passion?  [He throws himself on the Couch sadly.] [Enter Ordella and Selindra.] Ordel: 
When went my brother hence Selindra?  Selin: 
He sits there Madam.  Ordel: 
My Father I fear has too much cause for what he said; Prithee leave us a while Selindra, and let none disturb us.  [Ordella goes to Phillocles, he starts at her approach.] Phillo: 
Oh Selindra!  Ordella. 
She is not here, why do you stare thus on me? are you not well?  Phillo: 
Only a little dull for want of sleep Ordella; but why sent the Emperor for you in such haste!  Ordel: 
To tell me that Phillocles does love Selindra, and to inquire my thoughts of it; I answered boldly, that you were too Noble to dishonour Selindra, and too wise to neglect Astella and a Crown, for such an idle fancy;— I have confirmed him that you have not such a thought, because I saw him troubled at it;— but what is this that thus distracts you?  Phil: 
Ha! what says my dearest Sister?  Ordel: 
Ye Gods defend that I be not mistaken; Brother what have you done with yourself, since I went hence?  Phillo: 
My head is full of the Affairs of Hungary, I was contriving how I should secure Astella in her Throne, and thinking of a thousand other things; but why did my Father send for thee?  Ordel: 
This is very strange, I told you why, and you regard me not, it was about Selindra.  Phillo: 
About Selindra; prithee Ordella let us talk of something else,— thou weepest!  Ordel. 
How can I choose but weep! to see you thus distracted, and all my hopes of future joys dying in me?— Phillocles has left to love me, he dares not trust me with his heart! he Loves, and by dissembling seeks to hide his love from me, that can die for him.  Phillo: 
I am guilty Ordella, thy charms o'ercome me, and I do submit to thy severest judgement, I do love Selindra, and would do more than thou canst fancy, to gain her Love; now my heart lies open, thou wilt find the wound is deep Ordella, touch it gently my dear Sister.  Ordel: 
'Twill not be cured then Phillocles, I must lance it to the quick, and you must endure to hear, that Cleonel, and she, have been long contracted, and only do disguise their Loves, because Cecropius seeks Selindra for himself, 'tis only until her Father's return, they thus dissemble it.  Phil: 
Contracted Ordella! thou hast blasted all my hopes, destroyed me in the twinkling of an Eye, the Gods have not a greater curse in store to throw upon me, is this thy cure? I shall sink under the burden of this remedy! farewell Ordella, farewell for ever! for I am undone for ever!  [Phillocles going out in haste turns back.] Orde: 
Stay Phillocles, I can cure thee yet; I'll struck thy wound, and try how that will work, they are not contracted, that I ever heard, it was my pure affection that thus abused your Ears: by my Father's command, I was in the bud to crush your love, which by their pretended Contract, I thought best to do: can my Brother pardon my Zeal to serve him this way? and yet trust my love.  Phil: 
I can do both Ordella, now thou hast restored me to life again; come let us sit, that I may at large declare my purpose concerning Selindra,— do you remember Ordella, that day you made Selindra act Astella? how I was then convinced, and overcome by her; how she spoke then! and with what Majesty she appeared! Methought then, if Selindra were not borne a Queen, yet she was designed to be one! from the hour I loved her, (and you the occasion of my love,) I have since observed her strictly, and well weighed all her perfections, and considered Cleonels hopeless suit to gain her: if she can afford me love Ordella; I would wade deep in blood,— it would look like vanity, to tell thee how great things I would do to win a value from her.  Ordel: 
When I consider Selindra's Beauty, and her worth, I cannot blame your admiration of her, truly Brother, I do wish your desires upon you, but know not how I can comply, or how to serve you this way?  Phil: 
I have weighed all kinds of Arguments Ordella, and do allow them to be good worldly thoughts, fit for Princes that have no other heaven on Earth then their Wealth, and their Dominions!— I tell thee Ordella to be Emperor of all the World! is poverthy, without Selindra! if thou lovest me, thou wilt use thy interest to persuade her to cast off all thoughts for Cleonel, and receive me, who she yet shuns▪— now my Sister, speak comfort to my soul; that must languish until you engage for me.  [Ordella sits silent a while and he staring on her.] Ordel: 
I have been thus long silent Phillocles, to consider how I might comply with your desires, and not break my Father's trust, do but show me an honourable way, and I will serve you with the same Zeal you wish it; but if I should consent? how can you avoid Cleonel? or how disguise your love from my Father?  Phill: 
we'll think of twenty ways to blind the old man's eyes, and as for Cleonel, I will so overload him with Wealth, and Honours, that he shall gladly give up his interest in Selindra, (if he have any!) but if he refuse! I will become his Rival publicly, I will either carry the fair prize, or lose myself Ordella; say now, will you strain a Complement with my Father's trust to save thy brother's life and honour▪  Ordella. 
Pardon me heaven! if I offend by varying from my 〈◊〉 there's trust, to save my Brother's life and Honour! Phillocles now I am yours, employ me like a Sister that you love, put me not to use artifices unworthy of that value, the World now holds me at.  Phillip 
By all our Gods, I'll rather perish, then permit thee to act any thing unworthily: Dearest Ordella lose no time to make known my affection to Selindra, while I seek Cleonel, to make him mine.  Ord: 
Since no argument can prevail against your passion, I am content to be directed by you.  Phill: 
Thou wilt make me happy than Ordella! beyond all the State arguments.—  

— The greatest Politician can invent,  
Or brightest messenger from Heaven's scent.   [Leads her off.] [Enter Cleonel.] Cleo. 
This falls out well for my designs upon Selindra, the Prince his absence, will give me opportunity to effect, what his presence might prevent, for 'tis now most evident that Selindra slights my Professions in hope of Phillocles, who is become my Rival; by subtleties I must therefore compass, what my power and credit cannot reach: the Prince is too mighty for me, to contest with? but this new [Enter Phillocles.] War, will do my work,— see where he comes, how full of thoughts he is of late! this love transforms us all.  Phil: 
I'll share the Empire with him if he consent! if he will not! I'll force my way.— [He sees Cleonel.]  Cleo: 
Sir, The Emperor sent me to signify unto you the News from Belgrade, that Astella is arrived there, and is rejected by those you left to govern; 'tis his pleasure Sir, that you prepare to march, with all possible speed to her relief.  Phil: 
I have just now received an express from thence, which inform me of a Faction there, that did hope to have set up a Counterfeit Astella, but those Tumults are allayed, the plot being discovered, all the partakers fled the Country; I therefore hold it fit to hear again from thence, before I stir: but if my Father will needs have his Army march into Hungary, I shall advise him to confer the honour of that War, Cleonell on you.  Cle. 
On me Sir, I am neither worthy, nor capable of so great a charge; your Highness does me much honour in this thought, but I must not presume to accept the favour, lest the Emperor do think me so vain to seek it.  Phillo: 
Why Cleonel? thy forward youth promises great things, and I know the Emperor will be pleased to see me join to heap honours on thy deserving head; I will undertake it with my Father, and shall not doubt to say, thou wilt deserve the sole Command of all our Forces.  [Aside.] Cleon: 
If the Emperor consent, I am cozened; your Highness does 〈◊〉 load me with your Favours, I shall not live to express my Gratitude, much less to merit such honours.  Phill: 
I tell thee Cleonel, 'tis in thy power to lay an Obligation on me, such an Obligation Cleonel, as half my Empire cannot recompense;— Say, may I hope such kindness from thee? but if it be not in thy heart, do not flatter me into a hope of what I shall not find.  Cle: 
Sir as you are my Prince, my duty binds me to serve you with the hazard of my life, and fortunes.  Phillip 
I thank thee for thy Love, as I do all that will like thee, say, and do as much, but I would have engagements unto thee, beyond the common compliment of other Subjects.  Cle: 
Your many favours Sir, have so much obliged me beyond all others, that your commands (what ere they be) shall make me happy.  Phil: 
Take heed Cleonel, do not engage too fast; for I shall demand, what thou hold'st dearer than thy life; darest thou hear me now?  Cle: 
Speak boldly Sir, I am yours, and all that's mine is so; I hope [speaks aside] he will discover his love to me.  Phil: 
Thou art indeed my fate, or I am thine,— I would have thee give up to me, thy interest in Selindra, dissolve all engagements, between her and you:— my dearest friend; thus thou mayest bequeath [Phillocles Embraces him.] an Empire to me, that I prise far above this I am born to,— start not at it, for I will wear thee in my bosom, thou shalt be the greatest, and the richest man in Greece!  Cleon: 
Without Selindra!  Phil: 
ay, without Selindra!  Cleo: 
What is all Greece worth? without Selindra! good Sir, give me leave a little to consider on this matter;— sure he has solicited [Aside.] Selindra for himself, and received a repulse;— it may well be, that she has expressed to him, some value of me, beyond what I myself can yet discern; he would not else thus rashly, nay thus madly tempt me! 'tis so:— Sir, do I mistake, or you did demand, that I should give my interest in Selindra, up to you!  Phil. 
Thou dost not mistake, 'tis only that can make me happy.  Cleo: 
And only that I cannot grant, I can no more consent to part with the hope of such a happiness, then with my interest in Heaven; pray Sir, find some other way to try my Faith.  Phil: 
The Gods cannot give thee a means to oblige me another way, themselves cannot bless me with a gift, that I can prise beyond Selindra!  Cleo: 
And you would have me debauch this young Lady, for your private pleasure?  Phil: 
By all that's Holy, I would marry her.  Cleo: 
Marry her! what shall then become of Hungary, and Astella?  Phill: 
Thou shalt have that Crown, and her; I'll woo her for thee, I'll fight that Conquest o'er again, and give it thee, if she refuse!  Cleo: 
Will you get the Emperor's comment, to this exchange?  Phill: 
Yes, or I will do it without him.  Cleo: 
(All this shall to the Emperor,) but if you can do neither? this [Aside.] inestinable jewel you would have me throw away.  Phill: 
Will it be thrown away, if placed on me?  Cleo: 
I might have put my words into a Courtlier phrase I do confess; but I can never mould my heart to such a form, as shall consent to make my tongue bettay it: I swear by all that's good, I never can relinquish my interest in Selindra; I do prize my weak hopes there, above all the Wealth, and Honours, you can lay down to purchase it.  Phil: 
He has abused me all this while; to get the secret out, which shall now consume him; since he will not consent, this base treachery, shall be my first step to climb unto Selindra▪  [Phillocles stands silent musing.] Cleo: 
I shall now persuade Lascares to believe, that the Prince loves Selindra:— while he is musing, I'll steal off, lest a tempest do fall [Aside.] on me.  [Cleonel is going out.] Phil: 
Stay Cleonel, I have more to say; I have considered my rash suit, and cannot with Justice, quarrel with thee, for not parting with such a Treasure as Selindra is; but I must call thee to account for thy late smiles, and false fawning on me, and for thy base treacherous kindness, by which thou hast betrayed me to reveal a secret, too great to trust thee with:— Thus I lay by my greatness, and as a private injured man, I draw my Sword to kill thee.  Cleo: 
But I must not lift up mine against my Prince, I have been ever taught to draw my Sword in your defence, and shall be as glad to serve you with it, as I should be proud to use it in this cause against any other man; I dare scarce show it you Sir. [He draws.]  Phil: 
I have now made myself thy equal, by my rivalship in love; either defend thyself, or by heaven I'll kill thee.  They fight, Phillocles hurts and disarms Cleonel; as the Emperor comes in, Phillocles throws Cleonel his sword, and goes out. [Enter the Emperor, Cecropius, and Attendants.] Emp: 
What insolence is this, so near us? Cleonel this posture does not become you, in this place.  Cleo: 
You will pardon it Sir, when you shall know I only drew to save my life, not to offend the Prince, who swelling with rage, came like a ruin on me, because I would not quit my interest in Selindra unto him, to be his wife Sir.  Emp. 
Is this true Cleonel?  Cleo: 
You'll find it true Sir, I could have had Astella, and her Crown for my consent; 'tis some pleasure to deny another, what I cannot get myself.  Emp: 
He has not hurt thee?  Cleo: 
Not much Sir, you came in just as he fell on me.  Emp: 
This must be timely cared for; Cecropius send presently and fetch Selindra to your Lodgings, this night she shall be your charge, to morrow let her be sent back to Cyprus to her Father; and be you sure Cecropius, that Phillocles do neither see her, nor send to her this night.  [Enter Ordella, Selindra, with Ladies.] Cecro: 
She is here Sir, with the Princess.  Ordel: 
Where is my Brother Sir?  Emp: 
He is gone hence hurt Ordella, (I wish he were else) fight forsooth for Love! you now see what mischief your fondness to Selindra, has produced; your Brother's life endangered, and the Empire tottering: Cecropius take Selindra to your care, as I commanded, let her be sent home, attended as befits her quality:— Ordella come you with me.  All goes off but Cecropius, Cleonel and Selindra. [Exit Cleonel and harkens at the Scene.] Cecro. 
Leave us a while Cleonel,— Madam, you now see the evils I foretold, are come to pass, these young fiery spirits, will never submit to suffer either to enjoy you: do but consider how happy you may be, by being mine, though I am not so young; yet many men of my years have made young Ladies happy: of my love, you have had long trial, my Power, my Honours, and my Wealth, will prove as pleasant, as the smooth chin of Cleonel:— Phillocles his Wife you cannot be, his Mistress I hope you scorn to be; much may be said Lady, on this argument, but the time allows it not, to morrow early you must to Sea, unless you will bless me, by being mine.  Cleo: 
Is it even so my good Father? I shall show you a trick for [He peeps in] your trick, if my skill fail not!  Selin: 
My Lord, I must now give you the same answer I have ever done, that I can never have affection for you.  Cecro: 
No matter, few old men's wives have any.  Sel: 
My Lord, I do submit unto the Emperor's commands, pray let me be sent away.  Cecro: 
'Tis my humble love, begets this contempt!— I must try [Aside.] her another way;— Madam, you know the Emperor's humour well, and you have heard how eagerly he covets to join Hungary to Greece, by Phillocles his match with Astella, and how much he abhors his love to you, is evident: The truth is Selindra, you are this night by his command, to be ravished by my Son Cleonel, to that end sent thither, which will allay the gallant Prince his appetite to marry you, and remove all further fears of that matter: 'Tis yet in your own power Madam by obliging me, to prevent Cleonels force, who for undertaking so base an act, aught to be despised.  Sel: 
Ravished, I'll rather die, then suffer Cleonel, or yield to be your Wife, the Gods will not permit such wickedness!  Cec: 
Please you to retire unto your Lodging Lady:— There is no [He leads her in and returns.] way to win this foolish Girl, I am angered even to hate her, yet cannot choose but love her;— but why should I lose this opportunity? I may now do, what I only invented for Cleonel,— I shall curse myself when she is gone, and when no possibility is left, wish it had been so: it shall be;— if when I have ravished her, she can consent, I'll marry her, if she will not, I'll poison her, and being dead at Sea, hire the Mariners to throw her overboard, I will about it while my Blood is high!—  

— Venus' propitious be to my design:  
I'll offer Incense only at thy Shrine.    

THE THIRD ACT.  [Enter Phillocles.] Phill. 
GIven to Cecropius custody! that is to Cleonels' embraces; I must see her:— is Cecropious, or Cleonel within?  Serv: 
They are Sir. [He knocks at Cecropius is Lodgings, and enter three servants with swords.]  Philo: 
Is Selindra yet at rest?  Serv: 
Yes Sir, long since.  Phill: 
Is it so late? I do believe you do mistake, and she is not; [Phillocles offers to enter, and they stop him.]— what means this rudeness?  Serv: 
The Emperor has given command, that neither your highness, nor any from you, should visit Selindra; besides Sir, all within are now at rest.  Phil: 
My Father's command! this is some design from Cleonel: [A noise within.]— are they all at rest say you?— whence then is this noise I hear?  Serv: 
We know not Sir.  [This way the noise is.] Phill: 
Hark, the same noise again, 'tis within— stand by,— Villains give way, or I shall force my passage through your hearts,— by [Goes out and returns.] Heaven 'tis a Woman's voice!— it is Selindra's voice! she calls for help too!  Selin: 
Help, oh help! murder, murder.  [He hearkens at the Scene.] Phillocles Enters, breaks open a Door within, and Cecropious is seen struggling with Selindra, Phillocles takes Cecropious by the Choler, and as he offers to kill him, Cleonel Enters, and holds his Sword at Selindra 's breast. Cleo: 
By my Father's soul, I will strike with thee Phillocles.  Phillocles. 
Thou darest not be so barbarously base, to harm such innocence!  Here they look at one another in this posture a while, than Phillocles throws by Cecropius, and runs at Cleonel; he quits Selindra, and meets Phillocles; while they sight, the others run out & raise the Court. Enter the Emperor, with Train and Guard, who part them. Emp: 
Phillocles, I have thus long winked at your follies, hoping that my mildness would have begot a better temper in you, but I now see your sore requires a Corisive: go to your Lodgings, and as you value my displeasure, move not from thence without my leave;— you of the Guard, wait upon the Prince, and let him not stir out, as you [Exit Phillocles with the Guard.] will answer it to me,— Cecropius, let all leave us but yourself;— and now inform me of this Fray, and how he came hither, against my Command. [Exeunt omnes.]  Cecro: 
Mighty Sir, the Prince forced my servants from the Door, and found me threatening Selindra; and frighting of her, as if I meant a Rape, which I only feigned; intending to take off Phillocles his affection that way, by which he might apply his thoughts towards Astella, for if the Prince should marry Selindra! how can Hungary be yours? this Sir, is the truth.  Emp: 
I wish thou hadst done, what thou only talkest of, for this young man, will ruin all my hopes of Hungary, if we do not prevent him!— it must be poison Cecropius; I see no less will do it; Selindra [Cleonel peeps in.] must die, and that presently.  Cecro: 
And shall Sir, if you so direct; by to morrow night it shall be done.  Emp: 
Be it so then, 'twill be the least evil; and the only way to secure all the rest; let her be poisoned.  Exeunt ambo▪ [Enter Cleonel.] Cleo: 
Poison her, my curiosity was to good purpose at this time; was ever grey hairs so wicked? how to prevent this mischief I know not;— Selindra will never credit it from me; yet I will urge her hard, and if I do get belief, and by this means bring my designs to pass! I shall find Doors too strong for Phillocles to force:— Love and Venus guide me.  Cleonel goes out and returns Selindra flying before him, with a knife drawn, which she holds at her breast. Sel: 
Hold Cleonel, if thou presumest to touch me, this Knife shall be my rescue.  Cleo. 
Will this distance, with my obedience, and my humility remove [He steps back and knelt.] your fears?— by Selindra's self I swear, my only business is to save that life you threaten;— does my heart and my looks so ill agree? that you can fear harm from me!  Selin: 
Art not thou Cecropius' Son? and does not his wild blood, run in thy veins?  Cleo. 
No Madam, I am no whit allied unto Cecropius the Ravisher; he was a Man when he made me, and is now become a Monster; such as I dread to see Selindra under his Roof.  Sel: 
My Lord, that posture does neither become you, nor me,— pray [He rises and comes towards her.] come no nearer!  Cleo: 
You will pardon my approach when you shall know the cause of this unseasonable Visit; I have by accident o'er heard the Emperor, give my Father order to poison you, and he is providing to do it, this next night.  Selin. 
I am glad to hear they are grown so merciful, death is less dreadful than his Rape,— but how can I credit this from you? and how avoid it, if I do?  Cleo: 
Can Selindra believe, my love could ere conceal such a mischief? or that I will omit any endeavour, to preserve her from it?  Selin. 
Were not Cleonel a kin to the Ravisher; I might believe he would detect a Poisoner.  Cleo: 
If I tell you a false word, may sudden plagues seize on me, and if you please to make me the blessed Instrument of your escape; the Honour will be ample recompense for any hazard I shall run: I have Madam, a strong Castle within the Forest, about a League from hence, thither I can convey you first, and then whither you please.  Selin: 
Pray my Lord leave me a few minutes, that I may consider [Exit Cleonel.] this great concern:— 'tis very like, that he who would have ravished, may consent to poison twenty such as I, rather than lose his hopes of Hungary:— I like well to fly from this near death, but I like not to trust myself to Cleonel; there may be more danger at his Castle, then in the death I would fly from; if I discover myself unto Ordella! she will solicit me for Phillocles (who I must ever hate) this will prove more desperate than all the rest:— I must trust Cleonel, though [She calls Cleonel.] he be of a fiery Spirit, his honour was never yet tainted:— I will look gently on him, and engage him if I can to be true to me:— My Lord, I [He Enters] have weighed my dangers, and your council to avoid them, and I will trust myself to you, so you will swear to carry me directly unto Belgrade, (and not to your Castle) I have friends in Hungary, who will protect me, and there I shall have time to consider of your hazards for me.  Cleo: 
By our household gods I swear to do it, by this fair hand, I will observe my Oath, and what ever else you shall command me:— though it be late, we must this night depart, you must make ready, while I take order for my Servants, and my Horses.  Selin: 
May I not see the Princess ere I go? will not to morrow night be time enough?  Cleo: 
To morrow night brings death, beyond all power to hinder; we should be going while we talk:— Let no fears disturb you Madam, I can command the opening of the ports at any hour; all shall be according to your wish.  Selin: 
Heaven grant it Cleonel;—  
— When I remember the strict vow you made,  
It were Impiety to be afraid.  [Exeunt severally▪] [Enter Phillocles, and Guard.] Phil: 
Let the Boy only stay, and sing the Song I like.  The SONG. 

Come, come, thou glorious object of my sight,  
Oh my joy! my Life, my only Delight!  
May this glad minute be  
Blessed to Eternity.   

See how the glimmering Tapors of the Sky,  
Do gaze, and wonder at our Constancy.  
How they crowd to behold!  
What our arms do enfold!   

How all do envy our Feliceties!  
And grudge the Triumphs of Selindras Eyes:  
How Cynthia seeks to shroud  
Her Crescent, in you Cloud!   

Where sad Night puts her sable mantle on,  
Thy light mistaking, hasteth to be gone;  
Her Gloomy shades give way,  
As at the approach of day;   

And all the Planets shrink, in doubt to be  
Eclipsed by a brighter Deity.  
Look, Oh look!  
How the small  
Lights do fall,  
And Adore,  
What before  
The heavens have not shown!  
Nor their Godheads known:   

Such a faith!  
Such a Love!  
As may move  
Mighty jove  
From above  
To descend; and remain,  
Amongst Mortals again.   Phill: 
Enough boy begun.  Enter Ordella, to visit him as in her Chamber, the Guard at the Door appearing. Phill: 
Thou art welcome Ordella, let us sit, and talk sadly.  Ordel: 
My coming is to divert this sadness which you too much indulge.  Phill: 
Does not my sorrow become me Ordella? canst thou wish me merry, when thou considerest my Condition? who is there now in Greece more scorned than Phillocles?  Ordel: 
Who more honoured? thy Victories shine bright upon thee, thy Virtues are unparallelled, thyself adored by thy own Subject, and by other Nations coveted; let not my brother provoke the gods, by his ingratitude.  Phil: 
Thou art mistaken my dear Sister, I am not that Phillocles thou meanest; not he that chased the Germans out of Hungary, I am one that Cleonel dares Rival, and with a single Arm, can check my force; a poor contemned prisoner I am, a man with half a soul thou seest; do I not become my Goal?  Ordell: 
I am sad myself to hear you talk thus;— but, my Brother, your affairs do require your present Counsel; pray let us consider how Selindra may be secured from farther danger.  [Phillocles starts up hastily.] Phill: 
Is Selindra in danger? speak Ordella, what danger? who dares threaten her?  Ordel: 
You mistake me Brother, I was about to tell you that in my opinion, she will be safe at Cyprus, and do think fit when she takes leave of me, to let her know your love, and resolution to marry her, which will soon dash Cleonels hopes; this I could not yet do, by reason she was so suddenly committed to Cecropius;— your looks do fright me, and your unquiet thoughts, will ruin you.  Phil: 
Thou art my only comfort, thou shalt still direct, and I'll obey, prithee Ordella chide me when I do amiss; methinks thy looks speak good success; I do approve her absence for a while at Cyprus, because you like it, and I will have patience too, because you say 'tis fit.  Ordello. 
Patience will become you best, and best suit with your affairs.  Phil: 
Thou Councell'st well Ordella, but canst not fancy what a broken heart endures;— my whole soul labours under the burden of my Love, and to that is added her neglects more weighty, and to this double load, my Father's unjust anger falls up on me, as if I were not sinking fast enough before!  Ordel: 
My Father's anger will be soon over.  Phil: 
I wish it not Ordella, may his fierce anger urge him on to my destruction, it will be handsomer to fall so, then to perish by Selindra's scorns.  Ordel: 
You raise imaginary evils that are not; I am confident Selindra has no thought for Cleonel, nor can I doubt but she will meet your love, with as bright a flame as yours is.  Phi: 
Oh! that I could suffer such a hope, or such a thought possess me; I would then meet my Father's frowns, and blow away his thunder; did Selindra love me! I would wage a second War with heaven, to gain her, and be more proud to fall her Martyr in so high attempt! then sit next to Jove, with her neglects upon me.  [Enter Antenor.] Ante: 
Madam, the Emperor sent me to see if Selindra were here with you.  Ordel: 
What means my Father by this? Is she not a Prisoner with Cecropius?  Ante: 
She was, but is now missing, at which Cecropius is half mad.  [Enter Antillacus to them.] Antil: 
Madam, I come to let you know that by daybreak Cleonel, with Selindra past the Ports, and about two hours after, were met on that way, that leads to his Castle.  Phil: 
Let them that love me follow me.  Phillocles snatches Antillacus his Sword and runs at his Guard who give way. As Phillocles goes out, he meets Lascares. and Cecropius, and wounds Cecropius in the Arme. Emp. 
Traitor, Villain:— stay all; I do command you stay Antillachus:— See the Court-Gates locked, that none go after him;— Cecropius do you retire and look to your hurt, he meant it at thy heart old Man; may thy Sons good Sword revenge it on him, if they meet, and he fall under it.  Ordel: 
Oh Sir! Let not your curses follow my Brother, he has Afflictions enough without them.  Emp: 
Peace Ordella, thy tenderness doth too much nourish thy Brother's follies, I would rather he should not be, then be thus Effeminate; I have fought many Battles, and done great things to settle this Empire; and think you it will be kept, and Governed by a heart with a Dart in it.  Ordell: 
Good Sir, let not my Brother's single error put from your memory all his great Actions, if you would speak mildly to him of his Love, I do believe your Arguments may move him more, than all this rigour can; he has a Noble Spirit, such as you did like, and I know he loves you Sir.  Emp: 
Let me know when he returns.  Exeunt Emperor. Ordell: 
Are any gone after Phillocles?  Enter to Ordella, Armanthus, Gillon Ladies. Arman: 
Yes Madam, we think Antillacus is gone with Antenor.  Ordel: 
But can they overtake him time enough, before he reaches Cleonel?  Gillon. 
No doubt they may▪  [Enter to them Antillacus, and Antenor.] Ordell: 
Not yet gone Antillacus?  Antil: 
Madam, all the Court-Gates, are by the Emperors express command locked up, and Guards set, that no man now can pass.  Ordel: 
Is it not madness to hazard him alone against Cleonel and his company? My Lords, do you mean to give obedience to this rash command? and suffer Phillocles to perish thus; when my Father's anger is allayed, he'll curse your modesty, if not punish it, in case my Brother do miscarry.  Antil: 
Madam, we have no way to follow the Prince, unless yourself command the Guards to let us pass.  Ordel: 
Come then with me; I will stand my Father's anger when it goes highest, rather than let my Brother fall thus neglected.  Exeunt omnes. [Enter Phlllocles.] Phlllo: 
Those at the Castle, do not hear of Cleonel, nor expect him there; sure Antillacus did mistake them, or I him, which way now to take I know not:— 'Tis strange Antillacus and Antenor stay so long, I must not quit this Road, until they come:— Hark I hear men and Horses within the Wood, my business is to search every where: Love guide me to her Rescue, or my Death.  [Exit Phillocles.] Enter Cleonel, leading Selindra, followed by four Servants. Cleo: 
How is it now Madam? your Spirits seem to be returned, are you yet strong enough to ride on? we have rested long.  Selin: 
I hope I am, 'twas the blow which the bough gave my head, makes me thus ill, the bushes kept me from the ground, so that my fall could not hurt me.  Cleo. 
The day is far spent Madam, and we shall be no sooner missed, then followed; pray let us to horse, there is a place near, where we may rest for one night secure.  Selin: 
My head grows diszey with this little motion, I fear I cannot sit upon my Horse yet;— methinks you might hide me here in these thick bushes until night, and when 'tis dark, find some better means to carry me away.  Cleo: 
'Twill not be safe to stay longer, so near our Enemies.  [Enter Phillocles.] Phil: 
'Tis Cleonel;— turn this way Traitor:  Cleonel holds up Selindra, and sends his men to Phillocles. Cleo: 
Take the Prince without harm, if you can.  Phil: 
Am I not worthy thy own Sword Ravisher?  [They Fight.] Phillocles runs desperately among the men, passes them, and comes up to Cleonel, they all encompass him, fight: Selindra runs amongst them and parts 'em Selin: 
I beg your patience Sir;— and do command thine Cleonel, but here me speak, I do conjure you both,— Phillocles, brave Prince, look on me with pity, and on Cleonel with justice; my life being sought several ways by Lascares, and Cecropius, I have endeavoured to preserve by flight; you must therefore look on Cleonel as trusted, and employed by me, being engaged by Oath to carry me to Belgrade, to my Friends there.  Phil: 
Thou art betrayed Selindra, lost for ever; this is not the way to Belgrade, you are now within a mile of his Castle, this way leads to no other place;— thou perfidious Villain, canst thou smile at such a treachery?  Cleo. 
Yes Phillocles, and will be my own carver now, I must be first served here:— do you two carry her to Horse, I'll soon o'er take you.  [He delivers Selindra to two of his men.] Selin: 
To Horse Cleonel;— I'll rather die, then stir a foot that way.  Cleo: 
Force her to Horse, we have no time to talk.  Phil: 
Force her! thou cursed slave, I'll sacrifice thee ere she goes.  Cleonel and his two Men sight with Phillocles, while the other two force off Selindra:— Selin: 
The gods preserve the Prince; help, help, murder, treason, treason:— Exeunt with Selindra.  Upon her cries, enter six Travelors, Pollidor the Chief. Poll: 
Let some help those that cry, let others search the Wood, I'll towards the clashing Swords;— how's this! three to one!  Pollidor runs at Cleonel and diverts him, just as Phillocles had killed one man, at which instant the other man hurts Phillocles in the back, and seeing this rescue, he runs into the Wood; Phillocles runs after him that fled, believing it had been Cleonel, whom he could not see, because Pollidor having run Cleonel through the heart, was fallen himself upon him, who being by Cleonel run into the throat, lay also as dead covering Cleonel. Enter to them the rest of the Travelors, with Selindra very weak, who when they see Pollidor dead, do let Selindra fall, who lies on the ground while they take up Pollidor, and dress his wounds. Tene: 
Cursed be that Woman, accursed our Fate to lose our prince  [They dress him as they talk.] Teck: 
Now the blood issues at the wound, it may prove not mortal.  Titi. 
The blood only choked him as he lay, you see his Eyes look cheerfully.  [Knelt.] Tene: 
Ye Gods, if any do take care of Hungary, look down on Pollinesso, and restore him to us.  Selin: 
What's that he said?— was it Pollinesso that he named?  [She looks up:] Titius. 
The King will live, thanks to heaven for his deliverance.  Selin: 
They call him King too; Pollinesso's name, gives me Strength;— but that face is none of mine, and yet that name makes that face lovely to me;— How I fool myself with vain hopes, of what cannot be!  [She lies down again sadly.] Ten: 
How is it Sir? your looks are lively, and your wound, though it did at first seem desperate, is not very dangerous.  Polli: 
My tongue moves heavily, and painfully, loss of blood makes me faint too;— how shall I travel with these wounds?— my stay here will be very dangerous, and my Journey to Belgrade, too long for one so weak as I am.  Ten: 
The same Gods that have preserved you to this day, will not let you fall thus.  [He faints and slumbers.] Selin: 
They talk of Belgrade too; who can this be?— give me way, that I may gaze on this wonder.  She rises, crowds in amongst them, and stairs on Pollidor. Tene: 
Away wild Woman, thou Author of this mischief.  Selin: 
He looks up again! those Eyes are mine, I know 'em now!  [She offers to embrace him.] Tene: 
Throw her off, tear her away, she disturbs him, sure she is mad. [Yhey pull her from him.]  Selin: 
'Tis you are mad, 'tis you that love him not; why do you hail me thus? whither will you drag me? did you not call him Pollnesso.  Titi. 
Yes.  Selin: 
King Pollinesso!  Titi: 
I think we did.  Selin: 
That name is mine, those wounds are mine then!  [She offers to go to him, but they hold her off.] Titi: 
I wish they were.  Selin: 
And so do I with all my heart, pray let me go to him, I can heal him with my tears;— I'll suck his wounds well, for I have heard wounds have been cured so.  Tene: 
How comes his name in her mouth.  Teck: 
'Twas not well done of us, to name him as we did, best to strangle her, lest she discover us.  Titi. 
Shall I shoot her in the head? though the Act be horrid, 'tis better she perish, than all we.  Teck: 
Let us first hear what she will say to him, we shall have time enough to kill her after.  Selin: 
I pray who are all you?  Tene: 
We are the hurt man's servants Lady, pray who are you? by whom we have received such damage.  Selin: 
If my Eyes deceive me not, I may be happy; but am yet, the most miserable, accursed Woman living.  Titi: 
I think so too.— [Aside.]  Polli: 
What Woman is that weeps so?  Tene: 
'Tis she you rescued Sir.  Polli: 
Did I rescue her?— loss of blood makes my Eyes dazzle, and my fancy work even to a lightness; that Face brings to my memory something that I have known:— why does she weep? and why do you hold her so rudely Tenedor.  [Pollidor and Selindra both look earnestly at each other.] Selin. 
In charity to me Sir, though they know it not, for had they sooner let me know that Pollinesso lived! my sudden joy had slain me:  Polli: 
What is this she says?  Titi: 
She is a Witch Sir I think.  Selin: 
Does not my Brother know me yet? have my sorrows wrought such a change, that Pollinesso should not know me?  Polli: 
Oh! my Astella, pardon my dull sight; for I am very weak. [He faints.]  Selin: 
Would I had died, rather than be rescued at this rate, so joyful, and so sad a day I have not seen before.  Teck. 
He does but slumber Madam, and 'tis good he should do so.  Selin: 
But slumber say you, it looks so like death! that I would die to see it!  Tene: 
Madam, the Joy will outlive the sorrow of this day, the Prince's hurt is without danger;— can your goodness pardon the rude words which myself, and these Lords in our distraction speak?  Selin: 
Alas my Lord, I was not sensible of what you said, my mind was so o're-loaden with my griefs, and so intent on Pollinesso! that I heard you not; Now while my Brother takes this rest, pray make me know how he escaped, when my Father and Barzanes fell, and why he has been thus long concealed.  Tene: 
Madam, in that sad day, Pollinesso in vain attempting to save his Father, was with myself, and these you see here, cast on a sandy bank, from whence by good swimming we got to shore, and have been since disguised for fear of Lascares, in several Princes Courts soliciting for aid, to force the Grecians to quit their stolen possession of Hungary; when in the midst of Pollinesso's preparation, he hears that Phillocles had resigned the Crown to be preserved for you; This made us lay aside all further preparation for a War, and thus disguised to pass this way to Belgrade: It seems by destiny directed to your recsue.  Selin: 
I shall find some fitter time for my own story, 'twere good that we removed my Brother,— he walks:— how are you Sir, has this repose refreshed you?  Polli: 
I am something better than I was Astella, and shall soon be well, now I may look on thee.  Selin: 
And I most happy! my brother you must give us leave to remove you to some place of rest, and safety, and you must be still concealed; which these new wounds, with your Periwig will be disguise enough.  Polli: 
I shall be directed by you.  Sel: 
You must also a little counterfeit your voice, lest you be remembered by it; for should Lascares know who were in his power, all his hopes of Hungary would vanish, until he saw you dead; I am called Selindra here.  Poll: 
Who were those Robbers? and how came you amongst them?  Selin: 
'Twas Cleonel, who did beguile me, after he had sworn to carry me to Belgrade, was conveying me to his own Castle.  Pol: 
Was not Cleonel Cecropins' son? and will not his death, be our ruin if we stay here?  Sel: 
My interest in the Princess Ordella, will secure you, and his guilt was such a crime, as can expect no justice from the Law to touch you; besides the rescue you brought the Prince, will merit a reward,— but where is Phillocles? where is the Prince! we are all lost indeed, if he be fallen: I have been so much distracted, that I missed him not till now!  Tecknor. 
What Prince mean you Madam?  Selin: 
Prince Phillocles! 'twas he my brother rescued; run, look, search about the Wood, for heaven sake search;— unfortunate Astella, and unworthy, that could thus long forget him; now Pollinesso lives! I have no hate to Phillocles; methinks his virtues now look gloriously upon him— but how shall I look on Ordella? if her beloved brother have lost his life, to save my honour!  Pol: 
Was it Phillocles that I found fight with Cleonel and his two men?  Selin: 
'Twas he.  Polli: 
'Tis strange I knew him not, but I now remember as I came in, he did pursue the man that fled into the Wood,— (let some look that way,) Selindra I must glory in my wounds, that have saved thee from false Cleonel, and relieved Phillocles, who my soul thirsts to see, next thyself most dear to me.  Sel: 
And mine trembles at his absence.  Enter Phillocles to them bloody, and weary, leaning on his Sword; he calls before he is seen to Enter. Phil: 
Selindra, Selindra, is Selindra safe?— has she any mercy yet for Phillocles?  Selin: 
She is safe and happy too, now she sees you alive Sir; my heart is so much disturbed by my fears and joys, that I know not how to express she goes kindly to him. my gratitude: good Sir, let these strangers dress your Wounds, they have showed much skill on this hurt man.  Phil: 
My Wounds are but slight scratches when Selindra smiles; my joys are much more dangerous than my Wounds.  Selin: 
My life Sir, and my honour you have saved, I must look on you with devotion! pray be pleased to own these our Redeemers, and give them some assurance of your Protection, they fear Cleonel's death may by Cecropius' power with the Emperor, prove their destruction.  Phill: 
I will be their security, Selindras Redeemers shall command my life; of what Country are they?  Tene: 
Hungarians Sir, Men that since the late War, have sought Fortunes in Foreign Lands, and now on private Affairs, were returning home.  [Selindra brings Phillocles to Pollidor.] Phillo: 
Unto you Sir, I have a great Obligation, such as my whole Life shall express my Zeal to serve you, for by you Selindra lives.  Polli: 
Sir, I am rewarded much above my merit, and shall bless the occasion that gave me power to serve you.  [Enter Antillacus and Antenor.] Antilla: 
Sir, the emperor's much enraged at Cecropius' hurt you gave him, and at your departure, stayed us till now;— Is this Cleonels, or your own blood Sir?  Phillo: 
'Tis neither, Cleonel fell by that Noble hand, whose timely aid delivered Selindra from a Rape, and me from death; My Arm Antillacus, is grown weak of late, and thy good Sword so dull, it will do nothing in my hand.  Ante: 
But Sir, how comes it that you thus neglect your Wounds.  Phillo: 
I have business of more weight to think on, now Selindra smiles:— Antenor, pray haste you back unto Ordella, and desire her to be the first relator of Cleonels' death, bid her tell my Father of his horrid Treachery, and let her magnify these strangers sent by the gods to save the innocent, and to chastise the perjured Ravisher; make haste Antenor, and tell Ordella that I am in Paradise!  Ante: 
She will be glad to hear that you are well Sir.  Phillo: 
Well Antenor, why thou art well, and so is he, and he, we are all well; but I am blessed with all my heart can wish for; tell my Sister the gentle, and the fair Selindra smiles, and let her think the rest!— I am all Air, Antillacus pray thee help me to rub my Wounds, a little smart may let me know that I am mortal. [Exit Antenor.]  Antill: 
If I mistake not Sir, you'll find smart enough in your Father's rage, when he hears of Cleonels' death.  Phil: 
Some anger will do well Antillacus, to allay this joy within me.  Selin: 
I have some fears too, lest Cecropius' malice may ruin us, you know his power Sir.  Phill: 
Let not my Divinest Mistress have so mean a thought of my power to serve her, let not a sad look appear on this day, that you have deigned to smile on Phillocles: Madam, 'tis time that we were moving towards the Town, with our wounded Friend; how must I call him?  Selin: 
I think they call him Pollidor; Sir, though my confidence in you be equal to the value you are pleased to set on me, I cannot choose but fear Lascares' anger, when I think on Cleonel.  Phil: 
Believe me Selindra, I will rather die, then let them suffer.  [He leads off Selindra, the rest take up Pollidor.] Phil: 
Thus let us march in Triumph to the Town,  
Aloud proclaiming Pollidor's renown;  
While the Arched Heaven do Echo its content,  
To see Selindra freed from Ravishment.  Exeunt Omnes.  

THE FOURTH ACT.  Enter Emperor, Ordella, Cecropius, Antenor, and Servant's. Cecrop: 
SIr, I beg the due Execution of our Laws on Murderers.  Ordel: 
And I Sir, beg mercy for those that have saved my Brother's life.  Emp: 
I may not hearken to thy suit Ordella, the Laws must be inviolable, to pardon such a Murder, would pull down Vengeance on my own head, on thine too, on all our Family. [She weeps.]  Cecro. 
When you remember Cleonels faith, and his many services, I hope Sir you will not deny me Justice.  Emp. 
Cecropius you shall have Justice;— go you Antenor, and command the Provost of the City that he seize Selindra, and her fellow Murderers, let them be all close Prisoners in the black Tower; by to morrow this time, shall their bloods be shed, as they shed Cleonels.  Ordel: 
Did you say Selindra should be Prisoner Sir.  Emp: 
I did.  Ordel: 
Good Sir, call back Antenor till you have heard me speak.  Emp: 
I may not Ordella.  Ordel: 
Who can forbid you to be Merciful? and just? you break the Laws of Hospitality in this; Selindra is a stranger, she is innocent, and cannot suffer justly; Cleonel was full of horrid guilt, and was cut off by a just hand;— the Travellers too, have saved Phillocles his life; good Sir, let not Cecropius malice, persuade you to do, what you will blush to think on after.  Emp: 
They shall have Justice, and a Legal Trial.  Ordel: 
Oh Sir! where is your wont mercy? whither is that goodness fled? how have I lost your favour? that cannot with my Tears, nor Prayers prevale on your mistaken anger.  [Enter Phillocles, Antillacus and Armanthus.] Phill: 
Is it your Majesty's Command, that Selindra should be a Prisoner?  Emp: 
Must I ask your leave?  Phil: 
Though not my leave Sir, I cannot choose but wonder at such rigour!  Emp: 
You have leave to wonder on.  Phill: 
Thus low Sir, I do humbly beg Selindra's Enlargement, and an equal Trial for those that rescued us;— [He knelt.]  Emp: 
Selindra as chief accessary must abide the Sentence of the Law, in this case of Cleonel:— Phillocles thy mean Love has drowned all my Favours, and eclipsed all thy former actions; from this time I shall study to forget thee, unless thou wilt forget Selindra, and lead the Army to relieve Astella.  Phill: 
I shall obey you Sir in this, and all things else, so you will be pleased to send Selindra safe to Cyprus, and set those innocent men free, that saved my life.  Emp: 
Degenerate fool, I shall cure this disease in thee; Cecropius send presently for the Judges, Command them by virtue of this my Signet, to put the Laws in present Execution, upon thy Sons Murderers; let the rigour of the Law pass on them all.  Phil: 
Ye Gods, to what purpose are men innocent? why is virtue praised, and taught us?— Good Sir, consider how you do murder these innocents', with a show of Law, and a pretence of Justice.  Emp: 
How dare you talk thus?  Phil: 
You make me desperate Sir.  Emp: 
Do not raise my temper higher, lest I cut thee off, as if thou were't no part of me;— they shall die.  Phill: 
Had the Gods so pleased, I wish myself the meanest of your Subject, for I am now a slave unto your passions, and must inherit the curse that's due to all your guilts, such as I shake to think on; 'Tis you Sir, that have murdered Cleonel, 'twas your poison that Selindra fled from; by your confining me, you gave Cecropius first, and Cleonel next, the power to become Ravishers; pray let the Law take notice of this!— It may free innocent persons.  Emp: 
Who am I? Is this Gallant my Son, or my Sovereign?  Phil: 
Sir I do see fire, and fury in your Eyes, and am prepared to meet it, 'tis better to die with those are Noble, then to live thus neglected; by my hand two of Cleonels' men fell, 'tis I am guilty of that sin of rescuing Selindra from a Rape: let your Justice, and your Laws, grow famous by my blood, 'twill please Cecropius well; by all our Gods I▪ le not outlive those innocents'.  Emp: 
'tis fit to take thee at thy word.  The Emperor Draws and Runs at Phillocles to kill him, Ordella steps between. Phil: 
It will become your own hand best.  Ordel: 
Have you another Son Sir, when you have slain my Brother?  [Phillocles is going out.] Emper: 
Antenor, call in my Guard, and carry Phillocles to the New Castle; see that he be safe, and close there, as you will answer it with your life;— I shall not trust you in the Army now Sir.  [Hear all intercede.] Ordel: 
Pray Sir recall this severe command, my Brother has no danger in him, you saw he did not avoid death, when your hand offered it.  Emp: 
Antenor, I will be obeyed;— by Heaven he dies that dares dispute my Will.  [Spaks aside] Phill: 
If I go to Prison? Selindra dies, there is none can help her, [He knelt.] and then, I shall have time hereafter, to lament her sad fate; Sir, I ask your pardon for the harsh words I uttered, I did believe those truths might touch you, and move compassion towards those you threaten so much rigour too: but I now see your anger has decreed them dead, and that you have the same thought for me; my last suit is, that since we may not live, we may die together: I shall submit to any kind of Death Sir; But I have vowed to be no more confined.  Emp: 
You of the Guard seize on him.  [As the Guard comes toward him he draws.] Phil: 
Against Imprisonment, I shall endeavour what I can; command my death Sir, and I will welcome it.  [Opens his Arms.] Emp: 
Kill him;— Kill the Traitor;— dares none stir to do it? Is my breath grown so weak? I'll try my own strength then.  The Emperor snatches a Partisan from one of the Guard, and wounds Phillocles in the breast slightly, Phillocles holding down his Sword opens his arms and receives the wound, they search his wound, set him in a Chair, while the Emperor stands amazed at what he had done. Ordell. 
Oh, my Brother's slain! how cruel, and unnatural a deed is this?  [Enter Cecropius.] Cecro: 
The Surgeons say the Chief prisoner will not Live till Morning; I beg Sir, that the sentence may pass on the rest.  The Emperor gives Cecropius no answer, only points to Phillocles, le's fall the Partisan till then in his hand, and Exit with Cecropius. Antil: 
'Twas well the Emperor's age did not permit his force to act his will, the wound has not past the bone Madam, 'tis but a slight cut in the flesh.  Arman: 
'Tis time that you hasten to the Army, for while Cecropius holds his power, you cannot be safe here.  Ordell: 
He advises well Brother, until my Father be dispossessed of this evil spirit that reigns in him, I wish you away too.  Phil: 
I think it must be so; the Soldiers I hope have not forgot their love to me;— My Dear Sister, pray will you o'ertake my Father lest in this sit he slay all our Friends; say that Selindra did sly willingly with Cleonel, and that she regards not my Love, say any thing to gain a little time, until I may do something to relieve them.  Ordel: 
I shall do my best:—  Ordella at the Door meets the Emperor with Selindra in his hand, and Pollidor led in, he delivers Selindra to Ordella, and points to them to set Pollidor by Phillocles, then goes out with Cecropius and Servants. Ordell: 
What means my Father by this dumb show?  Polli: 
Where are we now Tenedor?  Tene: 
Truly Sir, I know not, but I see Friends here.  Polli: 
Who are they?  Tene: 
Those that brought you in, were the Emperor, and Cecropius; you know Prince Phillocles, that whispers with Selindra, that other sure is the Princess Ordella.  Polli: 
Is that the Princess Ordella?  Phill: 
Your presence Madam gives me strength, and your kind looks, give life unto my drooping spirits.  Selin: 
How miserable am I Sir, that am the occasion of all these evils.  Phil: 
Your own sufferings are the only evils to be lamented, I could curse myself, that brings such troubles on you;— but Madam we forget to comfort this Gallant man, by whose Sword we enjoy our Lives:— Sir, can you pardon me that undertook so much, and can so little serve you?  Polli: 
It was an injury Sir, to think I would receive my life, ransomed by your death.  Phill: 
By my wound Pollidor, I have appeased my Father's Rage; by thy wounds Selindra Lives, and through all these Clouds, I see the Tempest ceasing;— cannot Selindra speak to him?  Selin: 
I have a heart as full of Gratitude as yours Sir, but not yet any means to show it; I shall make it my business to serve him.  Phill. 
Has my Dear Sister no compliment for Pollidor? by whose valour she enjoys Selindra, and me.  Ordel: 
Yes Phillocles, I am studying how to express it, for you two have left nothing for me to say: Sir, I can only thank you o'er again for my Brothers, and my Friend's preservation, by which you have obliged me, and the whole Empire, and do deserve some public Honour, and high Recompense.  Polli: 
What honour, or what recompense can outweigh this you now heap on me? Madam, if what I have done, be a service that you will own, I have no wish beyond it; I shall ever on this day keep a solemn Feast unto the Gods, that did direct my course that way, and gave me power to become as happy here, as in Elysium.  Phill: 
Let those Lodgings next to mime, be made ready for Pollidor, I will not trust him farther from me;— Antillacus, go you with as little noise as may be to the Army, and let the Soldiers know, that I will suddenly be with them; some lead out Pollidor.  [Exeunt Omnes.] [Enter the Emperor and Cecropius.] Cecro: 
'Twas not revenge, for Cleonel, made me press your Majesty to do Justice on his Murderers, but to cut off Selindra, by which Phillocles might have no hindrance to gain Astella;— But Sir, since you have freed the Prisoners, and are content, the Prince shall marry Selindra, I have done; if you Sir, can lay by all thoughts of Astella; and that Crown, I shall soon forget a private loss.  Emp: 
I must laugh Cecropius to see how thou art abused by my feigned show of kindness, which I only did, to heal the wound I gave; had I another Son, by whom I might gain Hungary, Phillocles had found my Force, answerable to my Anger; but I confess I did relent, upon a sudden thought, which made me strike so feebly at him, for now to lose Phillocles, were to throw Hungary away, and to destroy Selindra, were by another kind of stroke to destroy Phillocles.  Cecro: 
What other way have you Sir? that I cannot yet fancy.  Emp: 
A sure one Cecropius, away that cannot fail, I will give loose reins to my Son's Love, let him run on, and Joy in his beloved Selindra, whose sweets once had, and his young appetite allayed, (as most violent passions soon are) than 'twill be best to take away Selindra by a Poison; than it may be done without suspicion, while I urge on the Marriage, join in all the Nuptial Jollities, and put on such pleasing looks, as shall make thee doubt my purpose, though thou knowest my heart.  Cecro: 
I see not yet how this can get Astella, or that Crown.  Emp: 
Thou art grown so dull of late, that thou seest nothing; while this joy lasts, Astella may be found, and then Selindra dying, what can hinder Phillocles from getting Astella?  Cecro: 
I do submit Sir, and must applaud your purpose, 'tis a design I do confess, much above my reach, and the first mischief I have come short in. Exewt ambo.  Pollidor seen in his Chamber, Enter to him Phillocles and Ordella, and Selindra, the servants go off. Phil: 
You look cheerfully to day Pollidor, we may hope to see you abroad shortly.  Polli: 
I believe I might venture now Sir, though my Surgeons be not of my mind; but Sir, how do you find the good old Emperor disposed.  Phil: 
I like not my Father's smiles Pollidor, his sudden starts into such extremes, make me apprehend more danger in his kindness, than his rage; so that to prevent all further evils, I have a purpose to repair unto the Army; and 'tis Ordella's wish, as well as mine, that Selindra would trust herself with me there.  Polli: 
That may secure you both, but will not Selindra's honour suffer?  Ordel: 
Now that Selindra's interest, and his are become one, I see no reason she should fear to go, nor indeed any scruple why their Marriage may not be privately, and presently dispatched, for while the business lingers thus, they give hopes to such Endeavours as would divert it, and do run daily hazards, by staying here.  Phillo: 
Ordella argues what my soul wishes, but Selindra's looks do not consent to make me so soon happy.  Selin: 
Sir, my loooks do belie my heart, if they show aught that would delay a happiness to you, for I have none beyond yours:— But Sir, above all other reasons, Pollidor (not being yet able to attend you) if he be left behind, will hardly escape Cecropius' fury?  Phil: 
Most true Selindra, he will be in danger, I shall therefore attend his recovery; without him I will not move; nor will I put a thought in act without thy Council.  Ordel: 
You have both said well, but in my judgement, this is no fit time for such Compliments, when your lives are daily sought.  Polli: 
If you be resolved to attend my recovery, I shall propose a sudden fancy of mine, to that purpose, which may secure us:  Phill: 
Speak it Pollidor.  Polli: 
Suppose Selindra do ask the Princess leave to return to Cyprus, and give out that she only expects, her Father's coming to convey her thither.— Sir, you may court Selindra publicly while she stays, and she seem to neglect your love, and put on a show of kindness unto me, as in gratitude for my hazards in her redemption, I will also counterfeit affection to Selindra, and give out, that I am of better quality than I seem: This Sir, if well managed, will be ground enough, to deceive their best Spies, and for some time secure us all.  Phillocles. 
I approve your thought Pollidor, and if Selindra can undertake her part, doubt not me, I'll put on such a seeming jealousy, as shall puzzle the old Fox Cecropius himself.  Selindra. 
I shall easily observe my directions, and soon learn to be civil to a man, I owe so much to!  Phillo: 
Come Ordella, while they practise love, we will reconcile us to the Emperor, and try to bring him on a present visit to Pollidor, before this sit of his good nature leave him.  Ordel: 
Selindra we must find you sitting in a more familiar way with Pollidor, then ordinary conversation does allow.  [Exeunt Phillocles and Ordella.] Selindra. 
I shall obey you Madam:— Now they are gone, we may enjoy ourselves, this happy design of yours, will afford us many hours of freedom.  Pollidor. 
My soul is joyed to look on thee Astella!  Selin: 
And my happiness too great to be expressed by words! that you live! makes this Earth a Paradise to me; my heart can scarce make room for Phillocles, it is so full of Pollinesso!  Polli: 
I am all thine Astella.  [She embraces him.] [Enter to them Tenedor, Tecknor, and others.] Tenedor. 
Is it time Sir, that you retired to rest, you spend your spirits, by so much discourse, which does retard your cure.  Teck: 
You should neglect no means Sir, for your recovery, lest by a long stay here, some accident unlooked for, may make you known.  Tenedor. 
I wonder Phillocles does not call to mind that he has seen you.  Pollidor. 
He believes me dead, as all others do; but I shall observe the best rules for my recovery however:— Now Astella we have time to hear how you were conveyed from Belgrade, pray make me know how you came hither!  Selin: 
That same night that you departed to the Army, and our first Ambassadors went towards Greece, to implore Lascares' aid against the Germans, I was by my Fathers own hand delivered unto Periander, whom I was to call Father; and by him was brought to Cyprus, where the Plague then raging, he transports me with his Family to this Town.  Pollidor. 
How came you into the Court then?  Selin: 
On the first Feast-day, I went with Periander to the Temple, that I might see the Emperor, and the Printess Ordella, where the Princess casting her Eyes on me, found mine so fixed on her, that I could not remove them, but blushed, and still looked on her; by what power led, I know not; but she took a fancy to have me live with her, which Periander durst show no dislike to: thus was I, to my great joy, called to Court, where I became a Companion to the Princess: within a short time Cleonel had affection for me, which did not free me from old Cecropius dotage: of which, with Prince Phillocles his worthy love, you shall know hereafter, for I have now held you too long from your repose.  Pollidor. 
Dearest Astella thy words are balsam to my wounds.  Exeunt Lords. [Pollidor and Selindra embrace.] Enter Emperor, Phillocles, Ordella, Cecropius, and Train, and see them Embracing. Phillocles. 
Your Majesty will not think this honour too much for Pollidor, when you shall know he is of better quality than he seems;— ha! what do I see? [They embrace and rise disturbed.]  Emp: 
That which should teach thee to have nobler thoughts Philloces, think on this surprise.  Phil: 
How they are disturbed!  Ordel: 
They do it rarely well. [aside.]  Emp: 
Sir, I am now come to excuse the imprisonment you had, and to give you thanks for my son's life; I shall now endeavour to recompense your merit, rather than trouble you with words.  Poll: 
Great Sir, this honour, with the many other favours I received, do shame me to think that you allow me a merit I cannot own, but if the Gods do give me life, my only business shall be to seek occasions to serve you and yours.  Emp: 
I shall contribute what I can to your health, and will please myself, with the expectation of great things from you.  While they talk, the Emperor observes Phillocles courting Selindra, and she neglecting him; the Emperor observes Pollidor to be troubled at their Courtship, and is pleased at it. Poll: 
Sir, you oblige me beyond words, to utter my sense of your favours.  Emp: 
My purpose is to give you a kind welcome, and a respect suitable to your worth, and quality:— fair Maid, I know not well how [He goes to Selindra.] to frame my discourse to you, whom I have so ill treated; but I shall no more disturb your joys, I do now make it my suit, that you will defer your return to Cyprus, I shall lay my commands on Ordella, to deny you her consent to go.  Selin: 
Sir, The favours and honours I have received here, are far beyond the ills you mention; and my happiness such, in the Princess Ordella's love, that I lament the thoughts of my departure, but when I consider the mischiefs past, and foresee worse like to follow, 'twere madness not to fly them; when my Father is returned, I shall renew my suit, to have the Princess leave, to leave this place, and until then, make it my care, to tend this hurt man, my redeemer! to whom I owe my life and honour!  Emp: 
Selindra, if I can add any thing unto thy happiness, I shall do it gladly, for thou art something more, than ever I have found in Woman. Exeunt Emperor and Cecropius.  Phill: 
What thanks do we owe Pollidor for this disguise! it takes Ordella, beyond our hopes; did you observe how my Father eyed us, while he talked to Pollidor?  Ordella. 
Yes, and do believe Cecropius and he are gone to compare their notes, for that Fox was very vigilant.  Phill: 
Selindra, let us enjoy this blessed minute.  Phillocles leads Selindra to the Couch, and Ordella goes to Pollidor. Ordel: 
Sir, While the two Lovers whisper, pray oblige me with the knowledge of the occasion of your coming into these parts, by which we have received so great an obligation; and if you please? to pass this time with the relation of your own story, unless with yourself, you would conceal it.  Poll: 
Madam, My story is not worthy your ears, nor myself this honour:— yet I have a story,— such as will make me blush to utter, though no crime do belong to it:— nor am I what I seem, and yet not fit to appear other,— but Madam, your commands are too high honours to be neglected, my own resolutions shall give way, and my nearest concerns submit to your will.  Ord: 
I perceive you are disturbed at my curiosity to know, what I believe you would conceal; it may be you have vowed not to discover; truly Sir, for want of what to say, I only said it.  Poll: 
Madam, I was surprised by your approach, which made my tongue appear less ready than my heart to obey you; your commands, Madam, are sufficient to dissolve any vows of mine, and since you will vouchsafe to hear, I shall relate.  [Phillocles and Selindra come to them.] Phill: 
How are you Sir? Methinks your Eyes do show some anguish in your wounds, do we not trouble you?  Here Phillocles and Selindra interrupt Pollidor, which puts him into some passion, for he now began to love Ordella. Ord: 
We have done ill to stay thus long, Selindra 'tis your fault, you should have directed better.  Poll: 
No Madam, my hour to rest is not so precisely to be kept, nor have I any pains upon me, as the Prince thinks; my wounds heal the faster for your company.  Ord: 
You are civil Sir.  Poll: 
Madam, the Prince's kindness, and his care, is not at this time necessary:— pray Sir, if your occasions call you not, do not go yet.  Phill: 
Pollidor we know your civility is great, out discretion must not be the less, I see you are disturbed, and know your pains are great upon you; make no reply, we'll soon visit you again; come Ordella, let us leave Selindra to her charge; good rest unto my friend, all joys unto my Mistress.  Exeunt Phillocles and Ordella Poll: 
Beshrew your kindness at this time,— how like Tantalus was I?  Selin: 
What mean you by this passion brother? shall I call the Surgeons?  Poll: 
No Selindra, they have no skill in my disease.  Selin: 
You speak, and look, as if you wanted sleep, pray retire to rest.  Poll: 
Rest Selindra! where can I find rest? Phillocles has taken all rest from me! did you not observe how the Princess came to me? and how she threw her favours on me! when in the height of all my joy, your approach destroyed me.  Selin: 
If this be all! I must smile, to hear you sigh brother.  Poll: 
All Selindra! dost thou mock me? are thy own flames so weak? thou smilest at mine!  Selind: 
I cannot choose but smile, when I rejoice to see my wishes fall so fast upon me: you love the Princess, and she will love you, she must, she shall, nay, I doubt she does already! and have some fear, the work will be too easy, if I undertake it.  Poll: 
Now thou mockest me more, than thou didst before! prithee Selindra be serious, and do not play with what torments me.  Selin: 
What can be more serious? then to make a marriage between so great a Princess, and the King of Hungary? pray where can she make a better choice? or who can better plead your suit than I? Look to your wounds brother, leave this affair to me. Exit:  Poll: 
My best wishes do attend thee, she has raised in me such doubtful hopes, that they begin to vanish with her, and such fears to lose what I never had, do throng so fast upon me, that on the sudden I am o'erwhelmed,—  

— With doubts, with joys, with fears, so strangely mixed!  
My heart is Hell, until my hopes be fixed.    

THE FIFTH ACT.  [Enter Selindra pensive, Cecropius meets her.] Cecro: 
GOod day unto the bright Selindra?  Selin: 
May your Lordship find many such.  [She is going out] Cecro: 
Why do you sly me, Madam? I come in diligence to make known to you, what concerns you more, than any other business can, towards which you make such haste from me.  Selin: 
I fled not from your Lordship, nor did I perceive, that you had aught to say to me; what is your pleasure now?  Cecro: 
My business is, to preserve you from a certain ruin, and to set you above the reach of mischief, as high in honour, as you are in beauty, and in virtue.  Selind: 
I were much unworthy such a favour, and not Mistress of any virtue, if I should not return a befiting gratitude.  Cecro: 
Know then Selindra, you are designed unto your grave; your wedding robe, will prove your winding sheet, if I prevent it not; the Emperor puts on this show of kindness, only to destroy you with less noise; he does consent that Phillocles by a present marriage, should satisfy his appetite; after which you shall be poisoned, that the Prince may have no object between him and Astella: This by all our Grecian Gods is true, and this I have consented to.  Selin: 
Can there be such a wickedness amongst men!  Cecro: 
Can you doubt it, that have seen so much? or can you think Lascares will consider such a life as yours, when it does interpose between the Crown of Hungary and him?  Selin: 
If this be so, how can I avoid it? shall I think you will betray the Emperor's trust, to oblige me!  Cecro: 
Madam, if you would please to look on your faithful servant with equal Eyes, and on your dangers with judicious thoughts, you'll see that Phillocles his love brings death;— and Pollidor methinks, should not have gained an interest where Phillocles pretends.  Selin: 
My Lord, I must confess what you have said, is worthy my most serious thoughts,— but my Lord, 'tis not fit that I treat farther in this affair, until my Father doth return; if you please to move him in it, my obedience shall follow his will.  Cecro: 
Of his consent I make no doubt, my best Mistress; joys, and greatness do attend Selindra when she smiles on me!  [She suffers him to kiss her Hand.] Selind: 
But how can you secure yourself, and me from Phillocles? will not his rage, raise a revenge as ruinous, as this you would have me fly from?  Cecro: 
Good Madam, let not so mean a thought remain with you; I have Lascares Sceptre in my hand, and all the Frontier Towns in my Command; the Soldiers too, since Phillocles forsook them, are become mine; if my fair Mistress would by one kind look confirm my joys, it would encourage me to let her see, at what a rate I value her.  Selin: 
I blush to think that I have smiled so much, upon so short acquaintance, Pray Heaven you have not a design, to destroy me this way!  Cecro: 
Can you think I will destroy my souls only joy? to remove all such fears, I will now put my life into your hands.  Selin: 
How my Lord! your life?  Cecro: 
You have heard, Madam, how the Hungarian Army marches towards Grecce, it does so: drawn in by me, to my aid they come, to assist me to get Selindra, and to set Lascares Crown upon her head! if she will deserve it?— we are interrupted now,— think on me, and thou shalt wear this Imperial Crown, Selindra, within few hours.  Exit Cecropius. [Enter to her Phillocles, and Ordella.] Phil: 
What has caused thy clouded brow Selindra? has that viper vexed thee?  Selin: 
He has frighted me, and will anger us all, if he be not prevented; such horrid mischiefs he has in love to me revealed, as I shake to think on.  Ordella. 
To what tune run they?  Selin. 
To several tunes, some to Love, some to private bloodshed, others to public War, and in sum to ruin all that's good;— The Emperor will permit our marriage Sir, and after poison me, that you may have leisure to gain Astella; but above all, Cecropius treachery must be looked to; He has called in the Hungarian Army, to make me his by force: he talked of a Crown too, that I should wear, if I would comply with him, and at that word you interrupted us: good Sir, make it a little more your business to prevent these Devils, and their designs.  Phill: 
There is danger in this, worthy our best care, Selindra, I see our stay here, will still occasion new designs on us.  Ordel: 
And you too late, I fear, will find my counsel good, why may not I have credit to protect Pollidor in your absence?  Phill: 
I think you may, but yet 'tis not fit to hazard such a friend, to the fury of that Monster Cecropius; besides, Selindra is now engaged in honour, to stay for him.  Selin: 
Truly Sir, I think I am in honour bound, not rashly to throw away a man, that has preserved us both; but Sir, when you shall consider that his wounds do now permit him to walk abroad, a few days more, will get him strength to ride with us: during which time, I can secure all by dissembling a little kindness to Cecropius, by which, I shall also discover his treaty with the Hungarians.  Ordel: 
Pollidor is much obliged to you Selindra, I like well this noble humour in you.  Phill: 
It does become her, my dear Sister, it shall be my care to look after Cecropius now, and if necessity require, I will remove him speedily; I must leave you for some hours Ordella, to attend my Father; Farewell, my bright Mistress; pray let your care continue unto Pollidor, and let not fall your kindness to Cecropius, he may confess to you, what no tortures can draw from him. Exit Phillocles.  Selind: 
It does concern me Sir.  Ord: 
It does indeed, Selindra, thy gratitude to Pollidor, looks handsomely; methinks as he recovers health, he grows comely, he seems to me, as if he were above the ordinary rank of men, I dare say he has a Noble Soul.  Selin: 
Madam, you judge right, did you converse as I do daily with him, you should wonder at such worth; methinks I see greatness in his looks, and do observe that he holds in that lustre, with more advantage, than others show it forth:  Ord: 
He is sure some great Prince disguised, Selindra! and a happy man he is, that has found one that can discover his concealed perfections to the life!  [Enter Tenedor to Selindra.] Tened: 
Madam, my Master is now awake, and begs the favour of a visit. Exit Tenedor.  Selin: 
I shall follow your Lordship, when I have brought the Princess to her Chamber.  Ord: 
Is he a Lord too, Selindra?  Selin: 
Did I call him Lord, Madam?  Ord: 
Ask when you see him next, go Selindra; this Ceremony to me is needless, I shall find the way alone; 'tis fitter that you attend your charge, Pollidors' wounds will not heal out of thy fight, Selindra:— I cannot choose but wonder what kind of entertainment you can find, for so many hours, with so great a stranger, as Pollidor!  [speaks aside] Selin: 
Sure she is jealous, and I have been too free in praising him;— Pollidor and I, do spend more hours discoursing of Ordella's beauties, then of all other matters; he admires your perfections, Madam; his other wounds are slight, compared with those, he received from your eyes: for—  Ordel: 
Hold, Selindra, I delight not in such saucy thoughts from Pollidor, nor does it become you to hear, much less to relate them unto me: I do fear Selindra, you hope by this invention, to dazzle my Eyes, that I may not discover your own affection to this Pollidor; take heed you fall not from that virtue you are valued for, if you do deceive my trust, or Phillocles his love! you will be neither worthy his anger, nor my pity.  Selin: 
Let me fall under the weight of both your angers, when I deserve ill from either of you, your jealousy afflicts me Madam.  [She weeps.] Ordell: 
I hear my Brother coming, retire, that he may not see thy tears, and meet me in the Garden after supper, than I will hear more of this, and till then, suspend my Jndgment of thee.  Exit Selindra. [Enter Phillocles.] Phil: 
Why went Selindra weeping out? and what troubles you my Dear Sister?  Ordel. 
I am not troubled now Sir: pray how did you find my Father? in what temper is he?  Phill: 
Well Ordella, all is safe yet; but I cannot be satisfied until you tell me why Selindra weeps;— your silence will beget doubts more troublesome, than the knowledge can be.  Ordel: 
'Twas nothing but an Argument that fell between us.  Phil: 
That Argument Ordella, if thou lov'st my peace, that Argument!  Ordel: 
I may wrong Selindra by it, and trouble you without a cause, when I am certainly informed, you shall be so, till then, pray do not urge me farther.  Phil: 
I am so weak a man in thy esteem, thou darest not trust me with myself; Ordella, thy discourse will disturb me much, unless thou lettest me know the whole matter.  Ordel: 
My unwillingness to tell you, is now become the only cause I fear to do it, for I was questioning Selindra only, about her frequent visits to Pollidor, which it seems I put into such Language, as made her weep; this on my credit is the truth, are you now satisfied?  Phil: 
I am satisfied that we have the same thoughts, your judgement on this matter, confirms my Observations, which till now, took no hold on me;— If she prove false, thus I can blow her off;— But Pollidor, shall pay dear for his Treachery.  Enter to them Pollidor, very weak in Rich clothes; a staff in his hand. Polli. 
Madam, 'tis fit that I visit you before the Temple, and pay my first vows at your shrine, offering up a Life devoted to your Service.  Ordel: 
You owe your health Sir, next to the Gods, unto Selindra's care, such a gratitude I have not seen before, nor such a zeal as hers, to serve you.  Polli: 
My obligations to Selindra, I must rank after the Honours I have received from you Madam:— Pray Sir, how does the Emperor, [He turns to Phillocles.] and Cecropius, take this feigned love between Selindra and me? how does it work with them?  Phill: 
Since Selindra dwelled with you, the whole Court believes it is a mutual Love; only my Sister and myself, have other thoughts.  Polli: 
(Those last words came coldly out, I must remove this jealousy;) I am glad Sir that you are secured by it, and I am joyed to have a hand in any thing, that shall conduce to serve you, I do profess my Medicines have not so much wrought my cure, as the joy I have to see such unparallelled Virtues, and Affections meet, as is yours, and the good Selindra's; day day she tires her tongue in praising Phillocles, and stiil grows fresh, by talking of you Sir; I cannot wish you greater happiness on Earth, than you will have with her, may it last while you last, and may Eternal Curses light on those that wish it less.  Phil: 
I thank you Sir, and will hope to prosper, as you pray for me, and next to Selindra, and my Sister, place you by my heart.  Polli: 
You Honour me too much, and will make me proud, I must take my leave Sir, my strength is not yet enough confirmed, to stay long abroad. Exit Pollidor.  Phil: 
The Gods go with thee, thou Man of Honour.  Ordel: 
What think you Brother of this Compliment?  Phil: 
I think him really, what he seems.  Ordel: 
I wish I could do so too, but when I call to mind that Selindra unto me, did talk just thus of Pollidor, as he now discoursed to you of her, methinks it looks like a design.  Phil: 
Does Pollidor presume to pretend to you?  Ordel: 
So Selindra would have me think, which indeed was the main cause of my anger, and her Tears.  Phill: 
I am not willing to be jealous, nor yet so fond, as not to be sensible, when there is just cause; Ordella let us smooth our brows, and observe them farther, such a guilt cannot be long hid, and until we be confirmed by some better proof, 'tis unworthy in us to suspect them, on our surmises only, since what they do, is by our direction.  Ordel: 
'Tis not my nature to judge ill of any, and I hope Selindra will deserve better; I am converted, and now we are thus secure, why may not you go to the Army, and leave Selindra with me; Pollidor in your absence, may Court her in public, which will confirm my Father in his mistake, when he sees me dislike it.  Phill: 
I like it well Ordella: what will you do this Evening?  Ordel: 
I have some business for a while; Selindra after supper, will meet me in the Garden, pray come to us there.  Phil: 
Bid your Boy attend us with his Lute then, it may so happen that I must take leave this night, for I hear that the Hungarian Army comes on apace.  [Enter Antenor to them.] Ante: 
The Emperor sends you word Sir, that Cecropius has delivered all the Frontier Towns to the Hungarians, and himself advances in the head of that Army towards us.  Phil: 
Dispatch a Post unto Antillacus, bid him advance towards the Traitor, I will this night set forth, and by day break shall reach him.  Ante: 
Sir, Antillacus retreats before the Enemy, his men fewer in Number, are so disheartened by Cecropius' revolt, they dare not look on the Hungarians.  Phil: 
Let the Page call Pollidor, to my Sister's Chamber presently, we will take leave there, and depart immediately; Come Ordella, this is somewhat quicker work than I expected; bid my servants make what hast they can, to meet me here at my return.  Exit omnes. [Enter Periander with a Lady, as in Ordella 's Chamber.] Lady. 
My Lord, since you went hence, the Court has been in daily Tumults about Phillocles his Love unto your Daughter.  Perian: 
Is Selindra so much in favour with the Gods, as to be looked on by Prince Phillocles?  Lady. 
The Prince seeks no other Heaven but her, and as the World thinks she neglects him, and Loves one Pollidor.  Perian: 
Madam, I cannot raise my Faith to what you say, nor can I joy in such a blessing, until I know the Emperor does approve it; pray Madam, where may I find Selindra?  Lady. 
She is now with the Princess in the Garden, I shall let her know your Lordship is returned.  [Exit Lady.] Perian: 
You oblige me Madam;— though I have been long absent, I have not been Idle, nor could I well have made more haste hither, cousidering how many great Affairs I have dispatched, since I went hence.  [Enter Selindra to him.] Selin: 
Oh Sir! you are welcome, I have with some trouble, and some fear expected your Return.  Peri: 
Madam, I stayed the longer, by reason of those Tumults I found at Belgrade, a false Astella was set up by Euticus, and his faction, but so soon as I made known, that you lived, both sides laid down their Arguments, though not their Arms, which I advised as the best means to bring you home in safety.  Selin: 
But why does our Army enter Greece.  Perian: 
That's the riddle Madam, the old Fox Cecropius gave notice to the Hungarians, that the Emperor purposed in his own person to invade them, since Phillocles had refused it, and would by a conquest join that Crown to his Empire; he insinuates also, that if the Hungarians would assist him in his design, he would make the Emperor unable to harm them, by delivering up all the Frontier Towns into their hands.  Selin: 
And what is his design?  Perian: 
Only by their power, to force the Emperor to deliver you, and one Pollidor up to him: This I persuaded Orsanes, and the rest to hearken too, and my long stay was to see the Towns delivered to Orsanes, which is done, and Cecropius foolled by his vain hopes, Marches in the head of your Army, which comes on apace, only to receive your Commands Madam.  Selin: 
The Gods reward you, for I never can;— but here is News Periander, beyond what you tell; Pollinesso Lives, lives here under the name of Pollidor; and see where he comes;— Oh! my Brother we [Enter Pollidor.] are happy above our wish; this is Periander, who has so much obliged me.  Polli: 
I hope I shall live to thank you Sir.  Peri: 
Sir, I am rewarded in the good I have done, if my services do prove such in your esteem.  Selin: 
My Brother, you must dispatch Periander back unto the Army, to give Orsanes and the rest, notice that you live;— Cecropius has rendered all the Towns, and comes on demanding to have me delivered to his lust.  Poll: 
We shall order him at leisure, our care to inform Orsanes, must indeed be speedy;— Periander, though I cannot command, I may entreat you that know our Affairs, to return unto Orsanes, and give him notice, that I intent this night, to set forth with Phillocles, and will come over to him, with my first opportunity; bid him march fairly through the Country, and take heed that Antillacus engage him not to fight, till I Arrive; if you ride hard; you may be back with us, before we part from hence, for I hear Cecropius is not far off.  Peri: 
By my speed Sir, judge my Zeal to serve you.  Poll: 
As you pass by my Lodgings, pray send all my servants to attend me in the next Room, from hence we shall take Horse this Evening;— Now Astella, methinks the Gods do smile on Hungary, and [Exit Periander.] on us; if Ordella would be gracious! Pollinesso were most happy; How does my Love prosper, Astella?  Selin: 
I can make no certain Judgement on it yet.  Poll: 
Canst thou not procure me one smile before we part?  Selin: 
'Twill not be possible, if you depart this night; I could wish we had more time, because I now propose some pleasure in my woeing for you; methinks the storms that I have raised, look merrily, now the calm is certain, and so nigh, I have so light a heart, that I could play with dangers, if any were within my reach. [They sit.]  To them Enter Phillocles, and Ordella, who stand unseen behind them, sitting on the Couch. Poll: 
Let me Embrace and Kiss thee, my Dear, Dear Selindra; thou art so great a Joy unto my Soul, that I lament to part one minute from thee; when we meet next, we shall Embrace more freely. Embraces.  Selin: 
That you must go from me, grieves me; must you needs go with Phillocles? may you not stay one day longer with me?  [She weeps.] Poll. 
I dare not, do not weep thus, thy Tears will prove ill Omens, and I become a superstitious fool, to fear I know not why!  Selin: 
How can I choose but lament to part with, what is dearer to me then my life; pray do not go this night, bestow this night on me.  Polli: 
I swear thou makest me sad, prithee speak more cheerfully, and dry thy Eyes, lest Phillocles perceive thy Tears, and Ordella do discover us, and so unmask us both, before we be prepared.  Selin: 
No matter for their jealousy, are not we above the reach of malice now?  Phillocles draws, and offering to strike, is held by Ordella. Polli: 
Not yet Selindra, we may be erelong, till then, 'tis not good to provoke any, it is by your advice to, that we should be still disguised.  Selin: 
Yes, and 'tis my opinion still; but when Phillocles is gone who can discover us?  Phil: 
The Gods, who will not suffer such impiety to be longer hid, let me lose Ordella, and I will cut these twisted Monsters into Atoms that their united Souls, may so expire together.  [The Women part and hold them.] Polli: 
Why thus enraged Sir?  Phil: 
Canst thou ask false man? we have heard and seen, all that has passed between ye.  Poll: 
It may be so, and yet be mistaken, in all you have heard, and seen too;— Sir, if you will have a little patience, you shall see your mistake, and be sorry for this injurious Language, when you know to whom you speak.  Phillocles offers to run at him, but is held by Ordella. Selin: 
Good Madam, persuade the Prince to hear us, and there will be no cause to fight.  Ordel: 
Thou worst of Women, how dares thy lips move towards me?  Selin: 
For Heaven's sake Madam hear us, you will too late repent this rashness else; we are both as innocent, as you can wish.  Ordel: 
Brother you may do well to hear them, and revenge at leisure; pray lay by this anger for a while, and take it up again, when you see cause; they are in your power to punish, as you please.  Phill: 
I thank thee Ordella, they are so;— I am tame, and now you may say on.  Poll: 
Sir, if you have heard; and seen what passed between us, I do confess you have reason for your anger, and our fondness doth deserve blame, but not death; 'tis true, that we have negligently showed, what we might better have concealed; necessity therefore now compels us to discover what we yet meant not to do, that our Innocency may no longer suffer.  Phil: 
Your Innocence! Exit Phillocles.  Polli: 
Madam, the Prince his absence, gives me opportunity to beg your pardon for Selindra, and myself, who have too long hid our affections from you, and ourselves also; for she is my Sister, and will ere long, appear worthy Phillocles his best thoughts, and I do hope myself, when I shall dare to be myself, may have leave to say, my life is vowed to serve you.  Ordel: 
Sir, you are mistaken, I am not to be deceved by this slight trick;— you would gain time to escape my brother's vengeance.  Polli: 
No Madam, you will shortly see, I am above it; and if—  [Enter Phillocles with a Guard.] Phillo: 
Seize on that Traitor.  [Pollidor steps to the other Door, and calls alone.] Poll: 
Tenedor, Periander, Tecknor, Treason;— what means this madness [They enter, and both parties stand ranged on either side.] Phillocles? a reasonable man should hear another speak; if I do not satisfy all your doubts, you shall find that I dare meet your fury; and shall raise storms as high, as you can wish to see.  Phil: 
Pray unfold this mystery, I do attend you.  Pollidor leads Selindra to Phillocles who steps back from her.— Polli: 
Let this pledge speak for us both, for I can have no other interest, then to give her up into your Arms Sir, send your Guards off, and this riddle shall be as easy, and as pleasant, as it now looks harsh, [Phillocles steps back.]— Phillocles will blush, when he shall know from whom he slyes, and by whose hand offered to him.  Phil: 
I understand you not, nor do I care;— hark, what noise is this?  Enter the Emperor, with his Train, and his Guard, sword's drawn, crying, Arm, Arm, as they enter. Emp: 
What's this? a War within his own Walls; Phillocles is this a time for private brawls? when the Hungarians are at your Gates?  Phill: 
I am ready to depart Sir; and shall send them back, much faster than they now come on; I beg your pardon Sir, for my neglect.  [Enter Gillon.] Emp: 
What News brings Gillon?  Gill. 
Antillacus sends you word Sir, that you must prepare to receive him with the Army, under the Town Walls, his soldiers have so many panic fears, he dares not lead them out, to face the Enemy, he also wishes that Prince Phillocles would draw out the Court Regiments, to hearten his dejected men.  Emp: 
I think 'twere better to receive them within the Walls, until their shame, do outface their fears; Tell Antillacus, my old Arms are on, and that I will myself strike the Traitor in the face.  Phil: 
Hast back good Gillon, and tell Antillacus; if he can defend his Camp till I Arrive, I wish him not to move this way; my looks will send those ungrateful people home, if not, I have a flame within me, will consume them all.— I beg your pardon Sir, for my neglect.  Emp: 
Repair it by your speedy succour, I shall take present order for what the Town can afford us. Exit the Emp:  Phil: 
Ordella, I have a War within, that will consume me.  Orde: 
I hope this great Affair will divert your thoughts, and remove your trouble.  Phil: 
For some few days it may;— farewell my Dear Sister;— and when I return, you shall hear from me Sir.  [To Pollidor.] [Phillocles is going out.] Polli: 
I shall not stay behind you Sir, my wounds is not so ill, are to keep me from waiting on you; when this hurry, and your anger is over, I hope you will be at leisure to hear me out, and be pleased rather to find you can be mistaken, then me guilty.  Phil: 
I will by no means suffer it, 'twill be no charity, to permit you to hazard Selindra's interest, by new dangers.  Polli: 
Sir, your scorns, shall have no more power to stay me, than your anger has, I will along.  Phil: 
But you shall not; I do suspect you will betray me to your Countrymen, and dare not trust you with me.  Pol: 
All this will not do, I know you do not doubt me that way? and I do swear, unless you break the bonds of Hospitality, (and do imprison me) I will along.  Phil: 
And I will rather do it, then have your company, if you desist not.  Poll: 
Phillocles will not so much blemish his great Name! imprison me that saved your life;— me, that am vowed to stand, or fall with you;— Sir, I must chide you now, you do too long hold up a causeless anger, you know not why; too long neglect the great Affair that calls you hence;— I will stay no longer for you, but go do the work, before you come.  [Pollidor is going off.] Phill: 
Stay Pollidor, thou hast confounded all my reason, such a mixture of Nobleness, ne'er met with such a Treachery till now; though I do know thee false, and do resolve with my own hand to Kill thee; I will trust thee this way, and do now entreat thee to stay till to morrow, that my Father comes.  Poll: 
I Obey.  Phil: 
Oh! my dear Sister, once more farewell,  
I am now fallen from Paradise to Hell.  Ordel: 
The Gods go with you, and your action bless,  
While I retire, and pray for your success.  [Exeunt all but Pollidor and Selindra.] Poll: 
We will be gone Selindra, and face Phillocles, in the head of our own Army;— what news Periander?  [Enter Periander.] Peri: 
Sir, I am come to fetch you to your Army, I can convey you thither, before you are missed here.  Selin: 
We are ready now, how far off is the Army?  Peri: 
You may hear their Drums Madam, at the City Gates.  Poll: 
Come, let us hasten to our Troops:—  
When instruments of War, from War release,  
'Tis a good Omen, to a happy peace. Exeunt.  Enter at one Door the Emperor, Phillocles, Antillacus, Armanthus, Gillon, and the Grecian Army. Enter at the other Door Cecropius, Orsanes, and other Lords with the Hungarian Army. Emp: 
Thou art a bold ill man Cecropius, thou art ungrateful to thy Country, and my trust.  Cecro: 
Sir, I have but hid my gratitude under this old Armour, which is only now put on, to obtain what my prayers could not,— I demand justice Sir, for Cleonels' blood, which you have hitherto denied me, in favour to his Murderers.  Emp: 
This feigned modesty, is more impudent, than thy Arms are, thou knowest I was more eager than thyself, to do justice on those that slew thy Son, and thou seest clearly, our Laws cannot touch them for his fall.  Cecro: 
Was not Cleonel slain by Pollidor? and was not Selindra accessary? and does not our Laws condemn such Murderers to Die?  Emp: 
No, thou knowest they do not, thou knowest thy Son was by a just hand punished, and that Pollidor deserves praise and reward.  Phil: 
Good Sir, spend no more breath on this vile man, the slave is not worthy your anger:— Foolish Hungarians, ingrateful perjured people:— Orsanes, I did not look for this from you;— but my sword shall speak my vengeance. [Offers to Charge.]  Orsan: 
Prince Phillocles has not in Grcece a more faithful servant then Orsanes; Pray Sir lay by this passion but a few minutes, and you shall see that I have laboured hard, to bring your own desires, to their wished ends:— and Cecropius the main Agent in it all!  Phil: 
Why do your Actions, and your words so disagree? Orsanes knows our Grecian hearts cannot be compelled, when we have time to draw our Swords.  Orsan: 
Great Sir, your actions, have enough declared your worth unto the World, and to our Nation most; which we shall ever own, though now by some necessity compelled, we do appear as enemies, in the behalf of this good man, who has engaged us to deliver up a Lady called Selindra, and one Pollidor, to his hands, which he by strong arguments assured us, would be for your, and for our future happiness: this done, we are all at Phillocles command.  Phil: 
Those two you mention, are of late become unworthy of my thoughts; yet your engagement was barbarous, to undertake you know not what: sound the charge.  [A shout within.] Orsan: 
Hold Phillocles, I have entertained you with discourse thus long, only till I might hear that shout behind us:— hark, hark, Sir! Now the time is come, for us to keep our Oaths made to Cecropius, and to manifest our love to Phillocles,— make way there for the King.  The Hungarian Army opens, and through them enter Pollinesso crowned, leading in Astella; Orsanes delivers them both unto Cecropius. Phill: 
What Riddle's this? what wonders do I see?  [Takes her Hand.] Cecro: 
Take away that shadow of a King, to present death Orsanes; and now Selindra you are once more at my dispose: and you Sir, that think you can command the World! shall find this weak old Arm, can justify my title here.  Orsan: 
Have I now performed my oath unto the great Cecropius?  Cecro: 
You have.  Orsan: 
I must then set this Lady free, from the danger of our Swords.— [A shout of joy.]  [He delivers Astella to Pollinesso, and knelt.] Orsan: 
Long live the King of Hungary.  Cecro: 
I am betrayed.  Phill: 
Pollidor! and Selindra! why is he crowned!  Emp: 
They are confederates with Cecropius, on which design they have thus long lived amongst us.  Poll: 
Orsanes, lay that Monster, at his Master's feet; there to receive a Doom worthy his treachery, and ingratitude.  [They deliver up Cecropius.] Phill: 
Pollidor, what mean these mysteries?  Poll: 
All respects to Phillocles.  Phil: 
How comes Selindra then with thee? and that Crown upon thy head? I tell thee Pollidor, if Selindra can neglect me, I can contemn her; and not envy thee that mis-becoming Crown thou wearest, which I will tear from off thy swelling brows, and trample on it, when 'tis mine by a second conquest.  [Pollidor leads Selindra to Phillocles, and he retires.] Poll. 
— Will Phillocles forsake the List? fly from such a foe! send for the Princess Ordella then, that we may meet on equal terms.  Phil: 
You are merry Sir, my gentle temper I see, begets contempt from your great courage.  Poll: 
No Sir, you are mistaken still, I am your servant, and do value Phillocles, more than he can contemn me:— Orsanes, bring my Standard hither:— carry this, and my Crown, unto the Princess Ordella; lay [Gives him his Crown.] them at her feet, and if she deigns to take them up, tell her your King, with his whole people, do wait on her Commands.  Phil: 
I understand not what these Riddles mean!  Poll: 
If Phillocles be yet at leisure to hear me speak, I shall soon remove this wonder?  Phil: 
If Pollidor prove worthy, I shall not trust my Eyes nor Ears for ever.  Poll: 
But when Prince Phillocles shall know that Pollinesso speaks, he will believe no hand has more right, to deliver up Astella into his Arms, than I: Do you not know me yet Sir?  He pulls off his Periwig and patch from his Eye. Phil: 
Nor yet know myself!— Antillacus, do I wake? or is this a Phantosm that I think I see? [Phillocles stands amazed.]  Ant: 
'Tis as strange to me, Sir!  Emp: 
While my Sons wonder lasts, let me embrace you Sir, and obtain both yours, and Astellas' pardon, and chide you both in the same breath; why did you suffer us to walk so long in this unhappy darkness? and run so many hazards, which this light would have avoided.  Poll: 
There was no other way to obtain this light, while Cecropius eclipsed your glory Sir.  Phil. 
Does Pollinesso live? can he forget my crimes? and forgive my blindness!  Pol: 
Can Phillocles pardon my concealment? by which he was so blinded? [They embrace.]  Phill: 
There is but one happiness on earth beyond holding Pollinesso thus!  Poll: 
To me too, there can be only one above it!— and that is Ordella's leave to love her:— but Sir, have you no room for Selindra in your heart? [Points to Selindra.]  Phil: 
I dare not look that way: I dare not have a hope so high, as pardon from her.— I am so full of guilt, that I dare not live longer to think of my unworthiness. [Offers to draw.]  Selind: 
What have I done Sir, that you should be thus cruel to me! will you not look on me?  [Enter Ordella and Orsanes.] Phil: 
I shall blush to death, if you speak thus again!  Ast: 
Will Phillocles turn from me ever?  Phil: 
Yes Madam, as ashamed to look on you; I have a guilt within, that takes my manhood from me!— shall I dare to think you can forgive my unworthy jealousy?  Ast: 
If you can forgive me that provoked you to it? I can meet you thus.  Phil: 
And I, fall as low as Earth will let me, to receive your pardon.  [They embrace:] [He throws himself at her Feet.] Ord. 
I am so much amazed at what I see, that I know not which way to turn me!  Emp: 
This way, Ordella, if you will by me, be guided to felicity?— this is Pollinesso's wish too, if I mistake not!  [The Emperor leads Ordella to Pollinesso.] Polli: 
'Tis my ambition Sir, my highest hope on this side Heaven.  Ord: 
And my honour, that Pollinesso has such thoughts for me; but Sir, 'twill ask some time for me to raise my wishes to such a value of your worth, that we may meet on equal terms.  Phil: 
Pollinesso's merit, and his worth is such, that when he says he Loves;— 'tis argument enough to gain the greatest Queen:— Ordella, the God's smile upon us now:— and you, Sir, I hope concur with Heaven in our Felicities.  Emp: 
My prayers and my blessings shall not be wanting: let Pollinesso give sentence on Cecropius, before we go unto the Temple.  Poll: 
Let him live for ever banished from this happy Climate, which he has so long polluted with his venomous breath.  Emp: 
Antillacus see it done. Exit with Cecropius.  Ast: 
Madam, can you pardon my disguise?  Ord: 
I cannot well tell what to answer! to find Selindra worthy, is a concern greater than Astella can be to me; and that you now are Astella, does not more raise my wonder, then that you were Selindra, does confirm my love, and my respects to you, Madam.  Ast: 
I have a heart too full of joy to keep this distance any longer?  [The two Ladies embrace.] Phi: 
We now loose time, that might be better spent,  
In sacrificing for this blessed event!  Emp. 
Led on then to the Temple, and proclaim  
A public feast, in bright Astellas' name;  
While we do march in a triumphant state,  
That all the City may participate  
Our joys, now Phillocles captivity  
Is changed into a triple Victory.  
FINIS.   

LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP, A Tragicomedy.  
Written by Sr WILLIAM KILLIGREW, Vice-Chamberlane to Her MAJESTY.  
OXFORD, Printed by Hen: Hall Printer to the UNIVERSITY, for Ric: Davis, 1666.   

The Actors Names of Ormasdes.  

Cleandra, Queen of Citherea.  
Ormasdes, Her General, a Prince of Greece.  
Old Titus, Admiral;  
Young Titus, his Son.  
Cleobulus, Great Lords of Cytherea.  
Nearcus, Great Lords of Cytherea.  
Chiron. Great Lords of Cytherea.  
Ladies attending the Queen.  
Servants to Ormasdes.  
Doctors.  
Guards.  
Nearcus his Servants.  
Ambassador, from Valeriana King of Treconia.  
Mariana, his Sister.  
Cleon, Ambassador servants.  
Erillos. Ambassador servants.  
Ladies to Mariana.  
Other Servants to the Ambassador.  
Pages.  
Surgeons.    

LOVE and FRIENDSHIP.  

THE SCENE In the Island of Cytherea.  
THE FIRST ACT.  [Enter Menetius, and Nearcus; A Messenger meets them.] Mess: 
MY Lords, the Queen sends me to let you know  
That she is safe, and her whole Fleet secure.  Mene: 
The Queen's safety, is welcome News to all,  
Though from the Castle top, we saw the fight;  
None could so clearly the success discern;  
As to rejoice for her security,  
Till you arrived.  Near: 
'Twas bold, and bravely done, with less numbers  
To assault so great a Fleet, so near home!  
I wonder how they got Intelligence?  
So just, to know the Queen's return from Greece.  Mess: 
To Assault us, was far from their design;  
They fell by chance amongst our Ships i'th' night,  
As they were passing by; found us secure,  
And unprepared for such an accident:  
So we together Sailed, till day appeared;  
Then our great Admiral, and his brave Son,  
With their two Squadrons, did begin the Fight:  
— The Queen's Ship was attaqued on every side,  
In which, Ormasdes by the Gods was placed,  
That by his hand, Cleandra might be freed,  
As by a Miracle! her dangers such!  
And his Achievements so beyond them all!  
That my Relation, ' would Romance appear,  
To tell you, how he acted every where.  Men: 
I hope this accident, will now persuade  
The Queen, that she no more such journeys make:  
Great Princes to such visits are not bound,  
Where Compliments do so great danger bring.  Near: 
Though Cleandra's visit, may not admit  
Of a State Argument to justify  
A danger;— She had reason to return  
Some high respect, unto the Grecian Court,  
Where she so long, in so great splendour lived,  
Before she had this Citherean Crown:  
Nor was it now amiss to show the Power,  
And Glory, of so great a Fleet, as Greece  
Ne'er saw before! by which, our renewed League,  
Will be more valued, and our Nation feared.  Mene: 
I have no Argument for a dispute;  
— This visit past, she needs no other make;  
But Sir, how comes Ormasdes here again?  
What great Affair, occasions his return?  Near: 
How can the Grecian Empire so long spare,  
So great a Captain? and so much beloved.  Messen: 
That happy Emperor; who has no War,  
Did give Ormasdes liberty once more,  
To grant Cleandra's suit, for his return,  
That he may now confirm, what he has won,  
Lest his late Trophies in the Zelnian War,  
Be tumbled down! for we may doubt! those Kings  
Who border Zelnia, will not long endure  
Such loss; as will Cleandra's Crown secure.  
Though her great Ancestor that Kingdom won,  
And left it to his most unhappy Son;  
Who all those Prince's Tributaries made.  
That in Affection called him to their Aid.  Mene: 
Hark Nearcus, hark how the People shout!  
As if the Queen were now, come near the shore;  
Pray Sir, command the Guards advance with speed,  
Unto the Port; Nearcus, I do fear,  
The Queen may land, while we are trifling here. Exit.  Enter Cleandra Queen of Cytherea, Ormasdes a Prince of Greece. Her General with his Arm in a Scarf, Old Titus Admiral, Young Titus, Lords, Ladies, and Train. Admi: 
The Gods have given you a full Victory,  
And all your Fleet will be in Port, by Noon.  Queen: 
I have thanked the Gods, Titus, and do see  
Yours, and your Sons merits, in this great work:  
But have not words that can express my thanks  
To brave Ormasdes, for preserving me;  
Had you seen my danger, when the bold Turks  
With assured Victory, my Cabin forced!  
And how by his hand, from that Ruin freed!  
You would with me admire, if not adore  
The force which Rescued, with so great a Power!  
My fear, my wonder, and my joy, so mixed,  
I had no time for any thought betwixt  
My danger, and my safe deliverance,  
Which did the price of that great work enhance!  
The bloody Trophies of Ormasdes Sword;  
Surpased what Mars to Hector did afford.  [Ormasdes faints, and leans on Young Titus.] Adm: 
He faints, this remove to Land, makes him weak;  
— How do you Sir?  Ormas: 
My soul, Titus, shrunk away, much ashamed,  
To hear my service by Cleandra famed,  
Too much for any modest man to own,  
That my weak Arm, should rescue her alone!  Queen. 
I am amazed, thus suddenly to find  
The Gods so cruel, who have been so kind!  
Thus to Eclipse the joys they freely gave,  
Shows they repent the mercy, which did save;  
Ormasdes death, will now so dismal be,  
I cannot sacrifice for Victory.  
Unless the Fates this mischief do divert!  
It will our Triumphs, into Tears convert.  Y. Tit: 
His wounds show not the danger you conceive;  
Madam, you Prophesy so great an ill,  
The Fates themselves, will tremble to fulfil.  Ormas: 
I am well Madam, only blush to hear,  
That my slight wounds, should be so much your care;  
If great Cleandra, do mean Acts admire,  
Brave men, will not to high Attempts aspire.  Enter to them, Nearcus, Cleobulus, and Cithareans, they Kiss Cleandras' hand, a noise of joy within from the People. Cleo: 
Madam, the public joy for your return,  
Does show how much we did your absence mourn.  Queen 
My People's joy brings me great happiness,  
And your love, my Lords, my true value has:  
But still I must your gratitudes direct  
Unto Ormasdes, by whose powerful hand,  
Cleandra was preserved, and now restored.  Ormas: 
Madam, you reward my small endeavours done,  
With praise above, the merit of a man!  Queen. 
I can afford Ormasdes as much Worth,  
And Honour, as the Ancient Heroes had,  
So he will me such gratitude allow,  
As suits with my great benefits received;—  
— What Fleet Nearcus, lies within our Port?  Near: 
'Tis from Treconia Madam, here's Arrived  
A brave Ambassador, from that great King,  
Who here has long expected your return;  
His Equipage is Rich, and with him shines,  
A Lady he calls Sister; hither come,  
To wonder at the Glories of your Court,  
While we do all admire, their Princely Port!  Queen 
He shall have present Audience, to excuse  
His long attendance; give him a respect:  
Beyond the reach, or thought of a neglect;  [Exit Nea:] 
— Do you Nearcus, bring him to us now;—  
— Cleobulus, what news from Zelnia?  Cl: 
The frontiers have been frequently attaqued,  
Since you went hence, but no great damage done.  Ormas: 
I beg the honour Madam to chastise  
Those haughty Rebels, for their Insolence.  Queen 
The whole World knows, Ormasdes can command  
The fortune of a War; why then should you?  
As if your Name were yet obscure! desire  
New dangers? But you covet a Renown,  
Beyond the value of the Zelnian Crown;  
Else, you'd secure my People from their fear,  
By your consent to be my Viceroy there.  Or: 
Such proffered gifts from Princes, are not used  
To be neglected, and much less refused!  
But I must not your Majesty permit,  
To load me with an honour so unfit!  
As will Eclipse the merit you allow,  
When gifts shine brighter, than my Actions do.  Queen 
Is there no way Ormasdes to remove  
These niceties? must I for ever own  
Your benefits? and make you no return!  
How little do I seem to your great Eye?  
Who scorn I should your service gratify.  Ormas: 
I have in Greece, all my relations left,  
To serve you Madam, and am hither come,  
With a sixth zeal to wish, and to obey,  
What ever you command! and only fear  
My inclination may my tongue direct,  
To beg what you'll deny: though I affect.  Queen 
Though I your suit dislike, I will consent,  
And from your happiness, raise my content.  Or: 
With your permission Madam, I would beg  
Leave to retire unto the little Lodge,  
Within the Forest, half a League from hence,  
Where after all my Travels, I may find  
Ease for my body, and refresh my mind,  
With the soft solace of a private life,  
Free from Affairs, and Courts Eternal strife.  Queen 
This is far beyond my fears Ormasdes!  
'Tis no wonder you my favours slight!  
When you do our society dislike.  
But I will not your purpose now oppose,  
Though I your counsels, and your friendship lose;  
Who in debates can speak, in fight command,  
And order all, that in disorder stand,—  
— Can nothing alter your desire from this?  Ormas: 
Not, unless troubles be preferred to bliss.  Queen. 
Ormasdes, it shall be as you desire,  
And freely, when you please, you may retire.  Ormas: 
Though I a while absent myself from Court,  
I shall be ready to lay by my Books,  
When you do call me to put Armour on,  
Stories tell, that great men the like have done.  Queen▪ 
Though I know no example, I believe  
What e'er Ormasdes shall make choice to do,  
May be a precedent, that will engage  
Brave men to follow, in the future Age.  Ormas: 
Your Majesty in this, has given me more content  
Than all the favours proffered me before. Exit Ormasdes.  Y. Tit: 
Is this his humour? or some fancy grown  
From passion for some Love, to us unknown;  Queen. 
No, Titus, he has ever been observed,  
A great contemner of Amores, and does  
True friendship more esteem, then idle love.  Y. Tit: 
The more like now to be so much concerned,  
When touched; our mortal bodies are so frail,  
That we may love, and know not what we ail!  
Why, does your Majesty think friendship can  
With as much force as love, transport a Man?  Queen. 
Not to such frenzies, as wild brains Create,  
When fancy cannot change the course of Fate—  
— When love to Faces with the Face decay,  
A virtuous Friendship will for ever sway.—  
— I wish you, Titus, when he first retires,  
To try how far your Friendship can prevail,  
To get the secret from Ormasdes soul;  
'Tis for his good, that he his griefs impart▪  
True friendship will allow a little Art,  
When the design does nothing more import,  
But bringing of Ormasdes back to Court.  Tit: 
I shall be joyed, and happy if I can  
Bring back to Court! so Excellent a Man.  [Enter an Officer and Ormasdes.] Officer. 
The Ambassador attends your Majesty.  Queen. 
Admit Him. [The Queen sits.]  [Enter Ambassador, and his Train.] Embas: 
Madam, my Master, the Treconian King,  
Salutes you in these Letters, and by me,  
Congratulates your Zelnian Victory;  
But does lament, that he no share acquired,  
In that great Conquest, he so much desired:  
He was ambitious, Madam, to command  
In that near War, and not as neuter stand.  
When strangers merits do such Triumphs claim,  
While he to you unknown, sat still with shame.  
But since Ormasdes conduct, and his skill,  
With such high Valour, has fulfilled your will.  
He envies not so great a Soldier's praise,  
But would have shared in his Triumphant Bays.  Queen 
If I had known Valeriana's mind,  
He might my thanks have shared, and not repined.  Emb. 
I have commission also, to propose  
A League between your Kingdoms, and yourselves,  
Such, as new Conquered Zelnia will secure,  
That Citherea's peace, may long endure.—  
— Your Beauty Madam, more than Crowns invite,  
Valerianus wishes to unite  
Your hearts; and then, your Sceptres may  
Be double fixed, when both do love obey.  
He begs, that he in person may appear,  
To plead his love, and treat this great affair.  Queen: 
Valerianus friendship I approve,  
But never shall consent to treat of Love;  
'Twould raise my dead Lords Ashes in his Urn,  
If I should to a second Lover turn?  
Your great King's proffered League, I do embrace,  
With fit Affection, and a cheerful face:—  
Declaring to the World, how I respect,  
His person, though I must his suit reject.  Emb: 
I shall acquaint my Master,— and beg leave  
I may your Majesty's commands receive,  
Without the Ceremonies that belong,  
To a State audience, in a formal throng.  Queen. 
You shall have free access, as you desire,  
And now my Lord, I must a Suitor be,  
That your fair Sister will in Court appear!  
Who, I am told, is come to visit me.  Emb: 
That, Madam, should have been my next request,  
That you, my dearest Sister, would permit,  
To kiss your hand, who does attend without.  Queen. 
Will you, Ormasdes, please to bring her in?  
And make my excuse, who did not know  
She was so near. Exit Ormas:  
If you had brought her to the Audience!  
She should have been as welcome as you wish.  Emb: 
Though all the World adore Cleandras' Name!  
On the faint notions of a Common Fame:  
I now can testify! and will declare,  
Your virtues, to your beauties equal are.  Queen. 
Your compliments require not a reply,  
You overvalew my civility.  [Enter Ormasdes, with Mariana.] Queen 
You do me, and my Country, honour more,  
Then any Lady ever did before.  Mar: 
I have done myself a favour Madam,  
And 'tis your Majesty that honours me;  
The fame of Cytherea I confess,  
May Princes hither bring, but my address,  
Is to Cleandras' self, that I might see,  
The virtue famed for such Divinity.  Queen 
Madam, if you such flatteries throw out,  
You will your welcome spoil, and make me doubt  
You rather come to mock, then to admire!  
On such another word? I shall retire.  Mari: 
I can be silent Madam, while I live,  
But must speak truth, when you this freedom give.  Queen 
We then will change our argument, and place,  
Lest I do chide, whom I intent to grace.  Exeunt all but Nearcus and Cleobulus. Cleob: 
Did you observe, with what forced modesty  
The Ambassador suppressed his anger?  
When his Master's suit, so briskly was denied.  Near: 
Yes, and how sudden his sad looks changed,  
When bright Cleandra did so soon admit  
His private visits; as if himself were struck!  
And did no further press his Master's suit.  Cle. 
I have other thoughts, that made me believe,  
The Lady he calls Sister, is his Love.  Near: 
Such things have been, and Mariana may  
His Mistress be; whose beauty in my Eye,  
Does far surpass Cleandras' Majesty.  
And now you put these thoughts into my head,  
I did observe Marianus Eyes and his,  
Did a long practised silent language show,  
While they by turns did entertain the Queen.  Cleob: 
But I had second thoughts, led me to think,  
I did sometimes perceive Mariana's Eyes,  
On brave Ormasdes fixed; and seemed to take  
Such a survey, as Purchasers do make.  Near: 
I doubt Mariana has not an estate,  
To purchase him, at great Cleandras' rate.  Cleo: 
Let us observe them better next, and see  
If it be Art; or their simplicity. Exeunt.  [Enter Ambassador and Mariana.] Emb: 
I have undone myself, Mariana!  
For now beyond resistance I do love;  
And find Cleandr will by her neglects,  
Dash all my hopes, and turn from my respects.  Mari: 
There does not a just cause to me appear,  
For such a doubt; much less to raise despair:  
Because Cleandr runs not at first sight,  
Into the Arms, of such a wand'ring Knight.  
Though your State Arguments, cannot procure  
To Treat; she may but a short Siege endure,  
When as yourself, a King you do appear!  
The Castle may be won, by love, or fear.  Emb: 
No Mariana, I have heard, and seen  
Too much, the brave Ormasdes stands between  
Me, and my happiness, his retirement  
Is to cloak their close Love, and to prevent  
Pretenders; or such scandal, as would rise,  
If openly in Court, without disguise!  
Such unproportioned love should ere be known,  
Which shows they dare not their affections own.  Mar: 
What need such dissembling? to hide that love,  
Which all the Cithereans do approve;  
And publicly do pray, his great Renown,  
Might be rewarded with Cleandra's Crown.  
To public fame, I therefore credit give,  
They not in love, but in true friendship live.  Emb: 
Such friendship between man, and woman, may  
Amongst silly people make a holiday.  
No Calendars of mine, shall ere admit  
Of a Red Letter, for a counterfeit.  Mar: 
The Gods defend, Brother.  Emb: 
Why, Mariana? what is your concern?  
To blush, because we do their crimes discern!  
Can you believe, that a Platonic flame,  
Has power to Canonize Cleandras' Name?  Mar: 
I blush for you, who now so boldly dare,  
Against the person that you love! declare.  Emb: 
Your words, and looks, do not at all agree,  
But shame for your Ormasdes infamy.  
He is the man in Mariana's Eye,  
Whose blushes would his vices justify.  Mari: 
Though I his virtues honour, and admire  
The glorious Actions of his life, my heart  
Is not in any danger to be lost.  Emb: 
When a heart is so well lost, Mariana!  
'Twill soon be found, I did believe my own,  
As fast fixed as yours, yet at first sight  
Of the fair Queen, 'twas from its centre forced.  Mari: 
ay, Brother, your business was to lose it.  Emb: 
But the blind Deity considers not  
Our purposes, he wounds at random still;—  
— I wish thou wouldst ingeniously confess,  
If in thy thoughts Ormasdes be not grown  
The handsomest, and gallantest of men;  
Whose famous actions, in our western World,  
May well excuse thy wonder, and thy Love;  
— I wish thy beauties could his heart engage,  
That I might have no Rival for the Queen.  Mari: 
To oblige my dear brother, I will try,  
What may be done, for your security.  Emb: 
Thy whole life, never can oblige me more▪  
— Ormasdes is a great Prince in Greece,  
And I for thee, will make him greater yet,  
By my additions in Treconia;  
If you can think him worthy of your Love?  
— Our forces joined, may double conquest gain;  
When severed, both endeavours may prove vain.  Mar: 
While you talk thus, I had as good confess:  
What you so much believe, and do allow,  
I gladly would obtain, if I knew how.  Emb: 
That was well said, let us to Council then—  
Suppose ● Court the Queen in my own shape▪  Mar: 
I think 'tis best that you do first inquire,  
How far the subtle Queen does stand engaged  
Unto Ormasdes, that you may not kneel  
To her, if she unto another bow?  Emb: 
It will not be amiss, that I inquire,  
Of some great man in power, who I may bribe:—  
Such as Cleandra's trust does most admit,  
To plead my Master's cause, and argue it:—  
— What if I first Ormasdes self do try?  
'Twill search his love, and his fidelity.  Mari: 
I am not fit to judge, nor can advise;  
But will with prayers assist your enterprise.  Emb: 
I'll visit him, and if he guilty be,  
I shall confound his great security.  Mari: 
I fear you sooner will yourself destroy,  
Then by your furious passions him annoy.  Emb: 
Will you go with me to Ormasdes Lodge?  
Lest I disturb his solitary Soul,  
And with my rude breath, harm the man you love.  Mari: 
I'd rather be the subject of your mirth,  
Then great Ormasdes should such rage discern,  
As from your Arguments will soon arise.  Emb: 
No, I'll approach him with my gentle looks,  
As calm, and smooth, as virgins when they smile,  
Such as our tender yielding hearts beguile;  
But if Ormasdes do a lover prove!  
He will my hopes and fears to anger move;—  
— Soon quench these Flames, or make them brighter burn!  
Do you attend the Queen till my return. Exeunt severally.  Enter Ormasdes, a Book in his hand, as talking to Young Titus. Orma: 
I never lived till now, you think me dead—  
Does my dear friend believe, what I have said?  Y. Titus. 
Sir, if the friendship you allow, be more  
Than an Airy name? you will now permit,  
That I as freely speak, as I do love.  Orm: 
Titus' friendship would have honoured Cato,  
And now myself am prouder of advise.  
From Titus, then for all my victories.  Tit: 
Thus than Cleandra thinks, and so do I,  
This loneness will your sorrows multiply▪  
Passions concealed, do nourish discontent,  
But if revealed, much mischief may prevent:  
'Tis my ambition to obtain this trust,  
If great Ormasdes thinks I dare be just!  Ormas: 
By all our▪ I know no discontent,  
Nor has my quiet breast a passion in't.—  Titus. 
Hold Ormasdes, hear me out; who now come  
To let you know, that I, and many more  
Who love you, do believe that you repine,  
Because Cleandra is so much reserved;  
And dare not own the passion that you have.  
— If this be your trouble, trust it to me;  
And you shall soon perceive, what I can do,  
In satisfaction to your highest wish:  
— I do so far encourage, and assure,  
What I have mentioned; Is the Nations hope;  
Who pray that great Cleandra may comply  
In all, that will Ormasdes satisfy.  
Thus my affection, has my heart expressed,  
And I expect an answer I may trust.  Ormas: 
What you have uttered, Titus; I believe,  
And scorn to think such friendship can deceive.  
By the same sacred tie, I you conjure,  
To credit me, who seriously do vow.  
I only chose this solitary life,  
To ease my body, and repose my mind;  
I have no passion, nor do grief sustain,  
Nor have a wish beyond Cleandras' smile,  
And Titus friendship; which I'll near beguile.  Titus. 
Sir, I am bound to credit what you say,  
And shall no more endeavour by discourse,  
To alter such well grounded purposes:  
But must we never hope for your return  
To Court? where you with the same freedom may  
Enjoy, what private hours you can desire,  
And not thus put the World so wholly off;  
Which surely was, with all its glories made,  
For use of man, and its felicities  
To be by us enjoyed, without a crime.  Ormas: 
Yes, Titus, but we vain men mistake,  
And from our fickle Infancy propose,  
Glittering felicities we never find,  
For as we grow up to the enjoyments,  
Of what riper years bring with them, we see  
That our desires do daily higher grow,  
And our fruitions, but foundations lay,  
T' entertain our busy brains, a new way:  
So that we seldom contentation have,  
In what we do possess; but forward look,  
And only find some pleasure in the way,  
Towards the end we aim at; which obtained,  
Brings not those real joys, we did expect;  
Only affords some relish which invites  
Our Idle fancies, to seek new delights;  
— How unhappy then, is our best happiness?  
When no fruitions, can our fond hearts bless.  
Still subject to unsatisfied desires,  
That from quenched Ashes, does beget new Fires.  
Thus all our Appetites, do make us slaves,  
And from our Cradles, lead us to our graves.  Y. Titus. 
Have the Gods only given us active souls?  
And no objects, fit for them to fix on?  Orma: 
To think on those Gods, will afford our hearts,  
A full variety, of lasting joys;  
With which our earthly fancies cannot mix,  
When on Celestial happiness we fix.  Titus. 
I shall e'er long this argument revive,  
And show, how you are buried alive!  
Where is that valour, and that virtue gone?  
Whither that courage fled? I doted on.  
Though you can passion, and desire sustain,  
You must not quit the Court, as if disdain  
Of all the glories that a Court can give,  
Could not persuade you there again to live▪  
— I must now leave you to attend the Queen;— Exit Titus.  Ormas: 
A clearer virtue I have never seen.  Exeunt omnes severally. Enter the Queen, Ambassador, Mariana, Old Titus, and Train. Emb: 
Madam, shall I return without a hope?  
No gracious answer to my Master's suit!  Queen: 
Mr Lord, I fully have declared, that way.  Embass: 
Never to marry Madam!  Queen: 
'Tis my opinion now.  Emb. 
Will you permit my Master to appear?  
Whose person may bring Arguments to prove  
It necessary to allow his Love.  Queen. 
By no means my Lord, I shall not admit  
His visit, if he come on that affair!  
But must against his coming now declare:  Emb: 
How can you, Madam, thus declare against  
A person, and a passion you see not?  
Or prejudge, what you will think hereafter!  
His presence, may change this severity.  Queen. 
I have considered all that can be said,  
Urge it no more.  [The Ambassador stands concerned.] Exit Queen and Train. Mar: 
Brother,— Sir,— what do you all? what strange looks  
Do you put on? you will be discovered!  Emba: 
ay, Mariana, 'tis now my business,  
To try if this Scene changing, may not change  
Cleandra's stubborn heart; when she shall see  
This borrowed habit thrown away, if then  
She scorn my Love, I will break off the League,  
And in my own Right will a War declare,  
For her so lately conquered Zelnian Crown,  
And there will try, if her concealed Gallant,  
The great Ormasdes, may once more be drawn  
From Sanctuary, to defend her Right,  
From my just rage;— I will now visit him.  Mari: 
This humour is not fit for compliment.  Emb: 
Fear not, Mariana, I'll not wrangle now,  
My business is to bribe that mighty man,  
And make him plead my cause to the fair Queen,  
— But if I find him rotten at the heart!  
I shall unmask him, spite of all his Art.  Mari: 
That is what I fear. Exeunt.   

THE SECOND ACT.  Enter the Ambassador, with Ormasdes, who holds a Book in his hand, they sit on Chairs by a Table. Ormas: 
YOur Lordship by this visit, honours me;  Emb: 
My visit brings you business of the State,  
You must not take it for a Compliment.  Ormas: 
What is your business then?  Emb: 
I have observed, Ormasdes, the Queen's sense  
Is yours, in her Affairs of Consequence,  
She moves by you; this brings me to consult  
My Master's Marriage, for a full result!  
For I conceive Valerianus Name  
Of so great Credit! and so high a Fame!  
That our two Nations, by our Princes joined;  
Though our surrounding neighbours were combined,  
Our Territories would be safe, and we  
Should thank the Gods for such Tranquillity.  
But when a Lady Rules, they may presume,  
And their Rebellious Principles assume;  
If great Ormasdes shall be called away,  
And fair Cleandra left alone to sway.  Ormas: 
I know Sir, that Cleandra does esteem  
The stout Treconians friendship, as she ought;  
And I know she honours your brave young King,  
Whose martial Acts, have gained him through the World,  
A character so noble, and so great!  
That she with joy this proffered League, does treat▪  
Only dislikes the Marriage you propose,  
On good State Arguments, as I suppose,  
In judgement, and affection to her Son,  
She will not raise a Rival to his Crown.  
And for her angry Neighbours, she believes  
The Zelnian War, has so much wisdom taught,  
They will not suddenly, unurged, provoke,  
A Queen, so powerful, and so fortunate.  Emb: 
Suppose Valcrianus take offence?  
And look on this neglect, as an affront!  
Because he only did propose this League,  
To introduce his suit, which he conceives,  
Will both our Nations equally advance;  
But if laid by with scorn I suppose he then,  
Do join with your old Enemies? and claim  
His Father's Title to the Zelnian Crown;  
What may the hazards, and the issue be?  
If a new war, dispute your Victory?  Ormas: 
I will not Prophecy the sad event,  
That so unjust a War may justly bring  
Upon so Gallant, and so wise a King!  Emb: 
Suppose then, that I have his Commission?  
To lay by the Treaty of this new League,  
Until the Marriage be agreed unto;  
And if denied! I must Proclaim his Right  
To Zelnia; and your late Conquest bring,  
To a new question, with a Powerful King.  Ormas: 
If Valerianus be so fixed, we must  
No hazards fear, in Wars that are so just.  Emb. 
Your great successes have high thoughts begot,  
Above your Conquest, which I value not?  
But wish such evils as we now foresee,  
May be avoided by our industry;  
For 'twill become your Wisdom, and your Trust,  
T'advise Cleandra to this happy Match;  
Wherein if you prevail, I have full power,  
Now to confer on you, the first, and best  
Of our Treconian Principalities.  Ormas: 
You do me wrong, and are in this unjust,  
To think that I will break Cleandra's trust,  
Which I do value 'bove your Master's Crown!  
And therefore boldly will advise the Queen  
Not to admit it his suit, on Arguments  
Which must an evil consequence produce,  
To her Sons Right, if she Comply,  
And by it, lessen her own Dignity.  Emb: 
If my employment, anger did allow,  
And my own Honour would permit, to strike  
A Bookman! this rude language, I'd correct.  Orm: 
If the Queen's honour were not more concerned!  
In a respect to your employment due;  
You soon should find, how little I do value you!  
The Bookman would not from your Master take  
This Insolence; but for Cleandras' sake  
I do forbear; pray visit me no more.  Emb: 
Fear it not; when Valerianas' knows  
How little worth, Cleandras' honour is!  
He will this League, and her Alliance scorn;  
Who puts Ormasdes into this Disguise,  
To hide her Lover, from her People's Eyes?  Ormas: 
This is beyond sufferance.  [Ormasdes grapples with the Ambassador. [Enter the Queen, Y. Titus, and Train, who part them.] Queen. 
Hold, Ormasdes, I heard his Insolence—  
— Sir, you have leave to go aboard your Fleet,  
Where you only can be safe; begun then,  
Without reply be gone; for if't be known!  
What you have said! my People may revenge  
My wrong, before your Master do me right.— Exit Emb: in anger.  
— Ormasdes you must in this, my will obey,  
Your wont judgement must your passion sway:  
While I by a quick War, with Fire and Sword,  
Require such Justice as he must afford.  Ormas: 
Madam, the Conduct of that War I beg.  Queen. 
If you this passion will lay by till then!  
You shall: But no more of this anger now;  
I came to take the Air this Afternoon,  
But will defer it, till another day.  
— Pray be pacified, you shall not stir out;  
I do entreat, and do command you stay.  
Titus stay you, till this heat be over.  Exit Queen and Train. Ormas: 
Titus, my friend; I have a flame within,  
That will consume my heart, if you help not!  Y. Titus. 
Do you doubt my assistance, to serve you,  
In any way you can prescribe a friend?  Or: 
I'll rather thank thee for't, then doubt thy love,  
Th' Ambassador can this night hardly reach  
Coriola! where we, in a swift Boat  
By break of day, to morrow may Arrive;  
If some hours hence! we in the dark, embark!  Y. Titus: 
I guess your purpose, and I will obey;  
Yet I would gladly have an Argument,  
To justify what you intent to do;  
Lest Foreign Princes should condemn our State,  
That Laws of Nations rashly violate;  
And so Cleandras' honour, suffer more,  
Then by his Insolence, she did before.  Ormas: 
How can he justify those words he spoke?  
His rude language, the Law of Nations broke.  
For when a Public Minister puts off  
That Sacred shadow, which should him protect;  
And dares in such vild language give affronts,  
To a much greater Monarch than his own!  
That minute, his Commission did expire;  
When he his Cloak of Majesty laid by;  
And like a Ruffian, talked so lavishly.  Y. Titus. 
This I confess, is reason for revenge,  
But if the World our Action not approve?  
Pray think, what we shall urge for our excuse,  
In case we can no precedent produce?  Ormas: 
A precedent Titus! where will he show,  
That Nations do Ambassadors allow  
To be so barbarously base, as he?  
When he dares make his Act, a precedent!  
I will another show, and kill him for't.  
In the first Age, no precedents, were known,  
And in ours, this shall be my Creation:  
'Tis not Cleandras' work, nor is it thine;  
The glory or the shame is only mine.  
Titus my heart would break, if I permit  
That man to brag, as he will do at home;  
How he has braved Ormasdes to his face!  
And on Cleandra thrown so foul disgrace.  Y. Titus. 
Since I your resolution cannot change,  
Pray name the place, and hour, and I'll not fail.  Ormas: 
Some three hours hence, we'll at the Ferry meet,  
Where a swift well-maned Boat, you must provide,  
My motion may some jealousy beget,  
Of what we do intend; and must perform;  
If our best speed, can but this Madman reach?  
I shall his fury, better manners teach. Exeunt.  [Enter Cleandra, Mariana, Old Titus, Cleob: and Ladies.] Queen. 
Madam, you are now got so near my heart,  
That I am sad to think that we must part.  Mariana. 
And I too soon do find, that I too late  
Am now involved in my Brother's Fate.  
We leave our hearts behind, though we now fly,  
This place by our impulsive Destiny.  
My soul has not a wish, can send me hence,  
If I could stay on any just pretence.  Queen. 
Why may you not stay here Mariana?  
And let him go, we will a friendship make,  
Such as thy virtue justly may expect,  
And my affection give, if here you'll live?  Mari: 
I am unhappy Madam, who must be  
At his dispose, has done you injury,  
So great! that I must suffer while I live.  Queen. 
Rather than you shall suffer, I'll forgive.  Mar: 
Your pardon is, beyond your power, I fear,  
Unless you will admit his Master here?  Queen. 
His pardon then is far beyond my reach,  
If for his King, his own concern be such!  
And yours, so much for him; I must consent  
To part with both; yet I could be content,  
To see him for your sake, I and forget,  
What he so rashly has against me said,  
Thy tears for him, have satisfaction made.  Mar: 
My brother is already on his way,  
And has ordered Boats for me to follow,  
Where I expect to find his rage too high,  
To hearken to such mercy, as I bring,  
Unless Cleandra will admit his King▪  Queen. 
I have not seen such useless rage before;  
Whom but himself can his mad fury harm?  Mar: 
It is a Riddle I dare not expound.  Queen. 
Dare not Mariana? am I so low  
In your esteem? you dare not let me know,  
What you dare do? this secret I confess,  
Has only power to make me love thee less.  Mari: 
I cannot, I have sworn not yet to say  
What 'tis, to him I'm doubly tied t' obey:  
But since your goodness, can so soon forgive,  
So great a Crime, I'll try to bring him back,  
And if I can prevail, for his consent,  
I'll show the cause of his distemperment.—  Queen. 
You have his pardon, and may now pursue,  
Your own design, to bring him back with you;  
But if he choose to go, and set you free,  
Yourself shall be much welcomer to me.  Mar: 
Your words encourage me to take no leave,  
But cherish hopes which may my heart deceive,  
With present thoughts, rather to smile then mourn,  
As a good Omen to my quick return.  Queen. 
You Nearcus, shall conduct Mariana  
To Coriola, and at your own house,  
As you pass by; pray treat her as my friend.  Near: 
I shall be careful in it, Madam.  Exeunt Nearcus and Mariana. Queen: 
I love her, and am somewhat more concerned  
To part with her; then I can make you see!  Adm. 
She has by her behaviour, gained esteem  
From all the Court, and from the Nation too.  Queen. 
I wonder Titus none of you lament,  
When so great Beauty from the Court is sent!  Admi: 
Your Majesty has showed enough for all.  Queen. 
I do mean Love, Titus, and did expect  
Her beauty, should have fired a hundred hearts!  
And by the powerful charms of her bright Eyes,  
O're-ruled our Citherean Destinies.  Adm: 
My heart, Madam, has been so often burnt,  
There is no substance left, that can take fire;  
Indeed I wonder how the rest have scaped!  Cleob: 
Nearcus, and myself, had other thoughts  
Of this great beauty, which did secure us;  
We do Mariana for his Mistress take,  
Few Sister's Travel for a Brother's sake!  Queen. 
How Cleobulus! have you any ground  
For this? to justify so vile a thought▪  Cle: 
Only the freedom, which they daily used,  
With this new way, for Men who have no Wives,  
To carry Sisters into Foreign Courts!  Queen: 
Though not in use, it does not sure deserve,  
A censure so severe! such Innocence,  
In Mariana, did to me appear,  
That I should sooner judge her good, if bad,  
Then blemish such perfections by a thought  
It cannot be! so Insolent a Gild!  
He durst not own! nor such a scandal raise,  
On his own name! and on his Country too!  
I command you to suppress this thing,  
I am ashamed a Cithereans heart,  
Should entertain a thought of such a Crime!  
We bring our own Worth in question then,  
When we asperse the Worth of other men.  Cle: 
They were but thoughts, as rashly then ta'en up,  
As now thrown out; with no design to wrong  
The Innocent; I wish her virtue may  
Our thoughts convince, and she be justified.  Queen. 
Keep firm there my Lord, for all those who live  
Near Prince's Ears, should weigh how they let fall  
A word that may a Woman's Honour blast;  
If I were apt to credit your report?  
And on your ground less jealousy affront  
Such virtue! what a sin were it in you?  
To make me guilty of so great a Crime!  Cleobulus. 
I am sorry for my rash opinion,  
Since it offends your Majesty so much!  Queen. 
It is the bane of Courts, when we permit  
Those near us, to asperse the Innocent;  
If our strict Laws for petty theft, gives Death?  
How much a greater punishment is due  
For robbing a good name? a sin so vild,  
And so unknown! no punishment was made  
By way of Prophecy, for crimes to come!  
If I did think this malice from your heart,  
I would for ever banish you my Court.  Cleob: 
Your Majesty does raise your anger now,  
Above my guilt; which had no mischief in't.  Queen. 
I am no farther angry with you now,  
But take occasion to declare my sense,  
Against all such, as defame Innocence.  
'Tis a Prince his chief business to be Just,  
The Gods impose on us no higher Trust!  
We have no petty faults, to answer for,  
Universal Justice, is our great work,  
And those who shall divert it, to destroy  
The Fame, or Fortune of an Enemy,  
Deserves to be thrown off with Infamy. Exit Queen and Ladies.  [Remains the Admiral and Cleobulus.] Adm: 
I have not seen the Queen in such a heat!  
You have offended her some other way?  Cleob: 
Not that I know of, in this kind ever!  Adm: 
What Devil, made you talk thus to her now?  
You knowing that she is so good herself,  
She makes a doubt, that any of her Sex  
Can do amiss! and 'tis great Nobleness!  Cleo: 
There is a kind of pix Devil, dwells  
In many Courts, that haunts our idle heads,  
And prompts us, when we know not what to say;  
To entertain great Princes with reports  
Of others, so to please, and pass the time;  
This foolish spirit, I think, entered me.  Adm: 
You gave Cleandra cause, for your reproof,  
For how can Princes judge Malice from Mirth?  
When cunningly thrown out, with specious shows,  
Of probabilities; when those aspersed,  
Are never called to answer for themselves,  
The Queen did excellently well, to chide  
You, whom she Loves; that none may ere presume  
The like hereafter! for if Princes be  
Born Credulous? Malicious persons may  
Defame a Nation, if they please, this way.  Cleob: 
I know I was to blame, but from this day,  
I'll hold my peace, till I know what to say. Exeunt.  Enter Nearcus, with Mariana and Servants at his House, in their way to Coriola. Mari: 
Where are we now my Lord? this house stands well  Near: 
It is my poor habitation, Madam;  
Here I must treat you, by the Queen's command,  
'Tis the midway unto Coriola.  Mar: 
'Tis a Noble, and a most pleasant Seat;  
Has it no Mistress, Sir? Are you single?  Nearcus. 
I am only that way, happy Madam;  Mariana. 
You have a Mistress then? or do you call  
It happiness? that you as yet, have none?  Near: 
Will you please Madam, to view the garden?  The rest of the Train stay looking on the Pictures, and see them not go out. Exit Nearcus with Mariana. 1. Lady. 
That piece methinks, does look as if it lived.  2 Lady. 
I do prefer that smiling Figure first;  
Whose hand is it, my Lord?  Lord. 
I have not skill enough to know the hands,  
Though I love Pictures:— pray observe the next,  
Is not this sleeping Venus rarely done?  
See how that Cupid in the Tree, stands off!  2 Lady. 
'Tis rare indeed, that satire, and the rest  
Of the whole piece, is excellently good!  1 Lady. 
Let us look into the next Room, my Lord.  Lord. 
This way they went, and this way must return.  [They go out and return hastily.] Lord: 
The Doors are locked, and we can pass no way.  1 Lady. 
Is this by accident? or on command?  Lord. 
Let us attend a while, and we shall see  
From the next Chamber window, where they be. Exeunt.  [Enter Nearcus with Mariana in the Garden.] Mar: 
I have no Argument for further talk,  
And now am weary grown, with this long walk;  
Where is the beauty? you so much admire!  
Your praises have in me raised some desire,  
To see this wonder of our Sex! that I,  
May judge your skill, and with your choice comply.  [Nearcus locks the Door, and knelt.] Near: 
She is here already, oh she is here!  
A brighter beauty, never can appear!  Mar: 
Why d'ye lock the Door, my Lord? why kneel  
To me! you make my heart some tremble feel  
By this surprise; and I do doubtful stand,  
What of kind Treachery, you have in hand!  
It looks!— yet, like a Lionness betrayed  
Into the Toils; I scorn to be afraid.  Near: 
I have no Argument for either now,  
But a distracted heart; that knows not how  
T'excuse, what I have done!— 'tis love, has brought  
Me to this Precipice, and too late taught,  
That I from hence, shall headlong tumble down,  
If you disdain to save; oh do not frown!  
Rather take this, and while you may, prevent Offers his Sword.  
Your own near ruin, and my rash intent;—  
— That angry look, and those enraged Eyes,  
Pierce like quick Lightning, from the stormy skies;  
They melt my heart, and make me trembling stand,  
To beg what Love, and Nature may command.  Mariana. 
Love! do the Cithereans by such Arts!  
Such force! and treachery! win Lady's hearts?  
Fie, fie Nearcus, this does not agree  
With Love! nor with Cleandras' trust to thee;  
I shame to find such ills! and blush to chide:  
— Repent, and I thy infamy will hide;  
Oh! 'tis the basest of all crimes to be  
Justly condemned, for infidelity;  
And with a treachery, my trust beguile,  
Beyond the story of the Crocodile.  Near: 
What dares not love attempt? when it goes high,  
Like mine? your ships are ready, oh too nigh!  
The wind is fair; and I, no time but this,  
To woe; no other means to reach my bliss!  
The Queen's command, and my desires here meet,  
To throw my life, and fortune, at your feet;  
That by this desperate course, you now may see,  
Your love, or scorn, I make my destiny.  Mar: 
Nearcus, how would you prevail my dreams!  
Instruct me not, to answer such extremes!  Near: 
I would have you Mistress of me, and mine,  
Before we part, made so, by vows Divine:  Mar: 
'Tis a short warning, to a work so great!  
Is this Cleandras Love? and this your Treat,  
To strangers? do you think my lips, my heart  
Does hold so loose? as at first sight, to part  
With it to you? what do you find in me,  
So slight? that looks like so much levity.  Near: 
If you'll afford more time? I will proceed  
With caution, and respect! and shall take heed  
How I offend; if you'll resolve to stay,  
Or to comply, my passion will obey.  
— If not! I must this desperate course pursue,  
And trust my ruin or success to you  
— Who does in desperate attempts engage,  
Can seldom at first sight, th'event presage:  
— Love led me on, and reason comes too late,  
Now to retreat; this Fortune, is my Fate.  Mar: 
Your language, and your looks, do rather threat,  
Then woe; which does in me such scorn beget,  
As to an Enemy, that does invade,  
— That Innocence, you have bereft of aid;  
And boldly dare impose on a free heart,  
What should be won by Love, not such base Art!  Near: 
Give me but time to woe! and I will fear,  
And tremble in your sight; with zeal appear,  
And the same duty, I approach the Gods,  
When my offences, make me fear their Rods!  
It is not I, (as your affairs do stand)  
But high necessity, makes me command;  
That all the remnant of my life, you may  
Triumph! for my ambition's to obey.  Mar: 
Think you by force, that I shall ere think fit,  
To yield myself to such a counterfeit?  
I am not born unto so mean a Fate,  
As to submit unto the man, I hate:  
Nor will I be thus frighted, to comply  
With so contemptible a destiny.  Near: 
I must confess, I can by no disguise  
Lessen, or hide the guilt, of this surprise;  
But by some greater crime, more amply show,  
That a distracted passion may soon know,  
To act such evils, as I fear to think;  
But do not set me in despair thus sink;  
Speak so, as that I may some hope retain,  
And you'll restore me to myself again.  Mar: 
Stand by vild man, and let me pass, who waits?  Near: 
None within call; that now can help! the fates  
Themselves have not the power to set you free,  
Nor can you hope for safety; but from me!  
No storm at Sea, nor in it ships on Fire;  
Creates more terrors than my wild desire  
Brings me! here is a Tempest in this breast,  
Above all them; since raging Love possessed  
My heart, I am become a walking storm;  
Reason and Virtue, are both wracked, no form  
Observed, while this confusion bears the sway,  
None knows to govern; but must all obey,  
If we cannot resist; then to cry no,  
Is madness, when we must to ruin go!  Mar: 
I have no power, but must my brothers will  
Obey; I must his mind, not yours fulfil;  
Lest his great pride, and anger may destroy,  
What you'd preserve, and frustrate all your joy.  Near: 
If my high birth, and quality do prove  
Less than your own, I will expect no love;  
But hazard all my hopes, on his consent,  
Let his denial sign my punishment.  Mar: 
If your birth equal mine, and he consent  
To join our hands! I have no argument  
Against your hopes; but must be Mistress still,  
Of my own heart; not part with my freewill;  
Yet now Nearcus, I do promise you,  
What truth and honour dictates, I will do.  Near: 
Unless you both do ere you go comply,—  
You shall soon see, that I know how to die.  Mar: 
Pray call my servants down, that I may see  
Your truth, and find myself at Liberty. [He calls at the Door.]  Near: 
Now Madam, that my life's at your dispose,  
Yourself secure, I humbly do propose,  
You will before the Gods, confirm by vow,  
What you have freely promised to me now.  Mar: 
By all those powers, I'll keep my promise made,  
And never fail to own, what I have said.  Near: 
It is enough, a kiss of your fair hand,  
Must satisfy the Man, you may command;  
Nearcus has no soul, cannot be blessed,  
Until his love, with love you do invest.  [Enter Servants, and all go off together.]  

THE THIRD ACT.  Enter the Ambassador, as at Coriola, with Cleon, Erillos', and Train. Embass: 
THis Piazzo Cleon, is Magnificent;  
I have not seen any so Beautiful!  Cle: 
It shows the Prince's Treasure, and their minds,  
Are alike great, who can so soon Erect,  
So vast a City, which in every part,  
Deserves to be as much admired, as this!  Embass: 
We may walk through it, ere my Sister comes!  Erillos. 
You may, the River side is your best view.  Cleon: 
There is a Boat now coming to the shore.  Erillos. 
Those who land, seem to be of Quality!  Embass: 
I see no Woman yet with them appear!  
They are very brave, and come towards us!  
Do any of you know, who these may be?  Cleon: 
Young Titus landed first, but as I think  
It is Ormasdes, who now leads the Troop:  Embass: 
If so! I must expect some angry words,  
From the offended Queen.  Enter Ormasdes, and Y. Titus, with Servant's, who come up close to the Ambassador without any respect. Embass: 
What means this kind of rudeness Gentlemen?  Ormas: 
It speaks my business, who am hither come,  
To scourge that pride, you so much glory in.  
And with this hand, that insolence chastise,  
Which boldly durst endeavour to defame,  
By base surmises, great Cleandras' Name.—  
— Titus, I beg as you love my Honour, He turns to Titus.  
If I do fall! let none come in to help!  
— Sir, you shall have fair play, that we may see, To the Embass:  
How Insolence, and Courage do agree! Titus makes room.  Emb: 
I shall soon satisfy the doubt you make; To his followers.  
— Stand off; he dies that stirs to my relief;  
Or by a word let fall, does make me known!  They fight, Ormasdes hurts and disarms him. [Enter Mariana, and servants, who run in and part them.] Mar: 
Ormasdes hold; it is a King you wound!  
It is Valerianus you fight with.  Ormas: 
Myself a Prince of Greece, of the same blood  
With our great Emperor, will justify  
What I have done; and to the World declare,  
If any man do wrong me in disguise!  
I do his Titles, and himself despise.  Exit Ormasdes, Titus, and Train. Mar: 
Oh Gods! my prophetic soul, did long since  
Foresee this Evil! oh let not—  King. 
Hold Valeriana; there are no Gods!  
Nor shall one Altar in my Kingdom stand,  
To honour those we foolishly call Gods!  
I will Erect new Temples unto Chance,  
Which giddily, thus governs us below.  Valeria: 
Take heed Sir, lest you do provoke those powers!  
(You now despise!) to punish your contempt!  King. 
I will not own those Gods, those empty names,  
Who cannot shelter us from public shames!  Valeria: 
The Gods be just, and you are much to blame,  
'Twas not Ormasdes, who the King overcame:  
It was his Virtue conquered your offence,  
Your guilt gave Victory to Innosence.  King. 
Will you become my Judge? will you condemn  
My life, and Honour? A fit Sacrifice,  
To your beloved Ormasdes fatal Sword;  
Fool, from this hour, I do thy blood disclaim,  
And will forget I ever knew thy Name;  
— Erillos, let my goods be sent aboard,  
I will not stay a minute longer here,  
Then my necessity compels me to.  Valeria: 
I have prevailed with the much injured Queen,  
To lay her anger by, and to forgive  
Those rash words you spoke, and have her leave  
To bring you to her sight again, with hopes  
She may her inclinations change, when known!  
Your fury did proceed from Love alone.  King. 
My love is vanished, and my heart too full  
Of my revenge, to think of my return;  
Till I can pull Cleandra from her Throne!  
I hope Ormasdes will take care of you,  
Who plead his cause, and are to love, so true!  Men: 
Sir, though your wounds be slight, if you remove!  
So soon? we cannot answer for your life.  King. 
I'll rather die at Sea, then live on shore,  
Make haste good Cleon; lead me to my Boat.  Cleon: 
Will you leave the Princess, in a strange land?  
Thus unkindly cast her off; for ever?  
Because her Love did argue for your good!  King. 
And thee, that dares so boldly her excuse,  
Who does my honour, and her own abuse.  [The Princess sounds.] Cleon: 
Look Sir, she dies! your unkindness kills her.  King. 
She cannot do herself and me more right,  
Then to die now! but she cannot depart,  
While great Ormasdes, Triumphs in her heart!—  
— See how his Name, her fainting soul revives! She recovers.  
Led on, or I shall laugh to see her die!  
That can raise Trophies for my infamy. Exit King and Train.  Valeria: 
What cruelty is this? to leave me here!  
Who love him better, than he loves himself;  
— You'll be all ruined, if you stay with me!  Cleon: 
What we have said, has ruined us enough,  
If his unruly rage, can reach so far?  Mene. 
I think 'twere best that you return to Court,  
And do Cleandra's proffered friendship try,  
I have all your Brother's Jewels here,  
Which will defray your charges while you stay.  Valeriana. 
'Tis a plentiful provision for us;  
But where is young Nearcus, all this while?  Cleon: 
He has not yet appeared, since we Arrived.  Enter to them Ormasdes, Young Titus, Nearcus, and Servants, Ormasdes stands off. Near: 
Madam, can you forgive, what I have done?  
And own the Author of so great a crime?  
Who saw not then a Princess in disguise,  
But was captived by Mariana's Eyes!  Valeria: 
My Lord, I do forgive, and shall forget,  
So you repent! and I will serve you too,  
With all my power, and interest in the Queen.  Near: 
If that be all, would I had guilty been,  
Of greater crimes, than my good natured sin.  Y. Titus. 
Madam, we hear your Brother is unkind,  
But by Cleandra's favours you may find,  
Some means to reconcile you unto him.  Valeria: 
I am most happy in Cleandra's love.  Y. Titus. 
Will you permit Ormasdes in your Boat?  
Or shall he seek some other passage home?  Mar: 
I could have wished Ormasdes less concerned,  
Or that his courage had not been so great;  
But cannot quarrel him on this account;  
He was obliged to right Cleandra's wrongs;  
And must in Justice be applauded for't.  Ormas: 
Madam, I thank the Gods for my success,  
And now with the same breath, can humbly beg,  
That you'll forgive, what they so late approved!  Val: 
Sir, it will not become me, his Sister,  
— Now to congratulate your Victory,  
Who have just cause, to mourn my Brother's Fate;  
From whence my own misfortunes, have their date:  Ormas: 
Madam, shall we attend you to your Boat?  Valeria: 
Let Titus order all, as he thinks fit!  
I am ready now for my remove. Exeunt.  Titus leads off Valeriana, the rest follow. [Enter Cleobulus and Chiron.] Chy: 
The Queen is troubled, and her Guards are sent  
With speed, Ormasdes Quarrel to prevent:  Cleob: 
She must secure th' Ambassadors return,  
Lest all our Neighbour Nations do complain,  
And say, we give occasion for a War;  
Which the Treconians claim cannot pretend,  
Nor the rejected Marriage justify.  Chiron: 
Valerianus has an ancient claim  
To Zelnia, which may beget a War!  
If the Treconians do a quarrel seek?  
There wants no title to a Prince provoked.  Cleob: 
Ormasdes will rejoice, to see that day!  Chy: 
He is our Nation's Darling, and deserves,  
Cleandras' favour; but methinks he looks  
As if his heart were higher than his head!  Cleo: 
I have been lately chid for juggling looks,  
And dare not say, what I believe, I see.  [Enter to them Cleandra, Old Titus, and Ladies.] Queen. 
You tell such wonders from Coriola.  
That I want faith for them! how comes this News?  Adm: 
Madam, a Messenger but not Arrived,  
Saw the Combat done, and heard Nearcus say,  
They would attend Valerianas' back,  
Unto your Majesty; (whereas the wonder?)  
Princes have been in foreign Courts disguised!  Queen 
But have you ever such strange humours found?  
A Prince, where Vice and Virtue is so mixed!  Adm: 
No, I have not, nor such a precedent!  
As now Ormasdes gives us to correct  
Such impudence, as near before was known.  Queen. 
If I were not concerned, I should approve,  
What he has done, though now I must not own?  Adm: 
For public thanks on his behalf, I move.—  
— Why should we thus, our honest thoughts disguise?  
When Virtuous Actions Virtue justifies.  Queen. 
Had not Ormasdes stirred! by Arms I might  
Compel his Master to have done me right.  Adm: 
By War, thousands of guiltless persons might  
Have suffered, for one man's oversight.  Queen. 
You have reason Titus, and I shall Judge  
Ormasdes Act, as he deserves from me;  
Who with my Nation, am so much obliged,  
I must approve, whatever he will own!  
— Let the young Princess lodgings be prepared,  
Fit for my Friend, and Sister to a King.  [Enter to them, Valeriana, Y. Titus, Nearcus, and Servants.] Queen. 
You are welcome Madam, and I am glad  
To have you on these terms; do not weep  
To part with, what your virtue could not keep!  Val: 
I am happy, by my unhappiness,  
For by your favour Madam, I may find  
Some remedy, for my afflicted mind.  Queen. 
Be sure, what Cytherea can afford,  
Is yours; and all Cleandra does command,  
With me rejoice, to see you safe returned;  
— But where is Ormasdes? I must chide him.  Near: 
He is retired Madam to avoid your sight.  Y. Titus. 
Ormasdes thinks it duty, and respect,  
Not to appear at Court, till you direct!  Queen. 
Pray fetch him hither now; I hope you can Exit Tit:  
With me forgive so Excellent a man!  
Whose passion never does his reason sway,  
But follows on, when virtue leads the way.  Valeria: 
I have no anger to Ormasdes, since  
Young Titus did my Brother's crime relate,  
I hope this letting blood, will do him good,  
When this affront at home is understood!  Queen. 
Your Justice, and your Charity is great,  
And I do see no reason but you may  
Admit Ormasdes in my company;  
I am informed, he has a slight hurt too!  Valeriana. 
My furious Brother will be glad indeed!  
That brave Ormasdes, by his hand does bleed.  
This accident, if you'll be pleased to call  
My Brother back? may reconcile us all.  Queen. 
I never shall consent to his desires,  
Though I my anger, and revenge remove,  
In compliment to you, whom I do love.  [Enter to them Ormasdes, and Young Titus.] Ormas: 
Madam, if doing Justice, have displeased!  
I do repent, and now your pardon beg.  Queen. 
Since his great insolence, and your revenge,  
No Age can parallel! both must submit  
To such a censure as the World thinks fit.  Ormas: 
Your pardon Madam, is not all my suit,  
I beg your interest to obtain like grace  
From this sad Lady! my will Soul is vexed,  
To see such innocence, so much perplexed.  Queen. 
I can now secure you there Ormasdes,  
She does discreetly Judge, what you have done,  
Was, what a man of honour could not shun.  
— Is not this truth Valeriana? speak? Valeria: stands surprised.  Val: 
Yes Madam, I do think, I did say so! She sighs and weeps.  Queen 
What sudden change is this? can your soft heart,  
Conceal a thought of ill? towards the man  
You have excused? and seemed to smile upon!  Near: 
She does love Ormasdes, and I am lost. Valeria: weeps.  Queen 
Pray leave us, all withdraw! to the next Room:— Exeunt.  
— What have I said? that can disturb you thus?  
Impart your griefs, and I will share in them.  Val: 
I dare not show 'em with an open Face!  Queen 
And why, you cannot have a guilt so great,  
That I cannot forgive; speak it freely.  Valeria: 
Has not my face, my guilty heart betrayed?  Queen. 
I understand you not!  Valeria: 
— I am safe then, and may my sorrow hide. Aside.  Queen. 
Madam, what means this talking to yourself?  
While I stand by neglected! is your trust  
So great? that you can doubt I will be just?  Valeria: 
I doubt myself great Queen, and fear not you; Aside:  
She's jealous of me, and my thoughts too true!  
She loves Ormasdes, and most unhappy I,  
Am forced to smile on my own Tragedy;  
I know no way to hide my broken heart,  
Unless I do immediately depart!—  
— Madam, I beg your Pardon, and your Pass,  
I must begun, lest I too late alas!  
By my distempers here, deserve your blame,  
And raise my memory, eternal shame.  Queen. 
You are not well sure, this distracted talk,  
Requires Physicians to consult, I'll send;—  Vale: 
Oh no! there needs no more consult for this,  
You only can restore me unto bliss!  Queen. 
And can you doubt, that I will not?  Valeria: 
I fear so!  Queen: 
What I can do, be you assured, I will.  Valeria: 
What I desire, may be more prized by you,  
Then is the Citherean Diadem!  
— Will you know now? and if not grant! forgive?  
For I am desperate on the sudden grown.  
And am resolved to make my weakness known.  Queen: 
Speak it aloud, or in my bosom breath. Embraces her.  
The troubles of thy soul, let not a thought  
Be hid, but freely show, how much you trust  
My love, and you shall find me kind, and just.  Valeria: 
Do not you Madam, value Ormasdes  
Person? and his service above all men's?  Queen. 
Yes, I do.  Valeria: 
You are Just, and Worthy;— and I am— Valeria: faints.  Queen. 
Help, help, some help there!  Enter Ormasdes, Titus, Nearcus, and Ladies, who take up Valeriana. Nearcus. 
'Tis love, upon my life! Aside.  Queen. 
Leave us again, the dangers over now;  Ormas: 
I beg your permission to retire.  Queen. 
My best wishes still attend Ormasdes.  Exit Ormasdes, with the rest. Valeria: 
What can I say, t'excuse what I have done?  Queen. 
Speak plainly your full thoughts, and I'm your friend;  
But if you longer dally with my love!  
You will my friendship, unto anger move.  Valeria: 
I know you have discovered by my words,  
That your esteem of him, you boldly own,  
Becomes the ground of my distraction;  Queen. 
You love him then! that look declares it now!  
And so do I, or I would ne'er consent,  
To give him unto you; if this cure grow  
Within my reach! Ormasdes shall be yours.  Valeria: 
Is not your Majesty engaged to him?  Queen. 
Indeed, I am not so in Love with him,  
But I can second your desires; and will  
With all my power endeavour to persuade  
Ormasdes, that he meet with open Arms,  
So great a blessing, by the Gods designed;  
Though I must part with what I value most,  
Your passion never shall by me be crossed.  Valeria: 
Madam, your kindness to me flows so fast,  
That I am now in danger to be lost,  
By my abundant joy for this success  
You give, of unexpected happiness.  Queen. 
Remove these sullen clouds, from thy fair Eyes,  
And be thyself again, for I will show  
Ormasdes suddenly, how great a bliss,  
The heavens prepare to Crown his Virtue with.  Valeria: 
The Gods reward you with your highest wish!  
That you may never want, what you desire,  
My spirits fail so fast! I must retire. Exit.  Her Maids lead her off, leaning on them, and showing much weakness. Queen. 
Do so; what's this. I have so rashly done!  
Thrown off Ormasdes I depended on!  
Must I persuade him quit that interest here,  
Which for my sake, he purchased so dear!  
— How ill shall I repay his service past?  
If I advise, this banishment at last;  
What a rash promise, has my pity made?  
By thus proposing my improper Ayed!  
Though by the secret charms of Sympathy,  
Her passion won my reason to comply;  
I must on this employment Titus use,  
My Honour will my active part excuse.  
— But if his Arguments should not prevail?  
And by my nicety, the business fail?  
— If she should perish so? and I repent  
Too late, that ill! which I may yet prevent;  
— I must about it then, and lose no time,  
Lest my nice compliments do prove a crime!  
— My faith is past, and I will now proceed,  
Though brave Ormasdes do condemn the Deed.  Exit with Train. Enter Nearcus, with Valeriana in her Chamber, her Ladies stand off, but go not out. Near: 
Madam, my desperate State, and high transport,  
You may complain of, though not blame me for't;  
Your Eyes, like bright misguiding Fires, betray  
My wand'ring soul, and make me lose my way.  
'Tis now too late, to see that I am lost,  
Led by those guides, to this obdurate coast,  
Where neither Rocks appear, nor crossing Tides;  
Yet this expected safety, ruin hides!  
— But I must claim you by a solemn vow,  
Made in the sight of Heaven; and am come now,  
To prove my Birth, which you will not deny,  
Is with your own of equal Quality;  
These are such Arguments, for your consent,  
I cannot think, you dare your vows repent.  Vale: 
It cannot well be thought, and much less said,  
That I repent a promise, never made;  
How could such hasty words, strict vows appear?  
Which my surprise, than made me speak in fear!  
When you to seize me, stretched those Lion's paws,  
And threatened against all Hospitable Laws!  
Worse than Death to me; what might I not do?  
To get from such a Monstrous Beast as you!  Near: 
Did my humility such danger threat?  
Or my submission, with such horror treat!  
Were it even so, as you yourself have said!  
I might my own conditions, then have made.  Valeria: 
Did you not all my Servants first exclude?  
And me into a loneness so delude,  
As that no rescue could be had! to free  
Me from your Traitorous Captivity.  
When you with humble looks, strong fetters laid,  
And words let fall, which made my soul afraid;  
And caused me use some little Art, to gain  
Your trust, that I my freedom might obtain.  Near: 
'Tis true indeed, and you reproach me well,  
Or else you might another story tell!  
For I confess, I did too much! to prove  
The humble passion of a gentle Love;  
And much too little, now to justify  
My high affections, or my fact deny.  
Had I with vigour, my first step pursued,  
You might have wished my vows, with yours renewed.  Valeria: 
You talk, as now, I at your mercy were;  
As if you still might threat; and I must fear!  
But I shall make you know yourself, and me,  
If you proceed not with more modesty!  
And shall soon let Cleandra understand,  
How well you treated me! on her command.  Near: 
Though I do shake, and tremble at your frown,  
Cleandras' anger, cannot bow me down.  
For if my suffering no compassion move,  
Nor your past vows, make you regard my Love!  
You shall then see, how little I esteem  
This Life, you will not with a smile redeem!  Valeria: 
I am not thus ingrateful as you say,  
So I may be secured another way;  
— I did not threat, till you aspersed my Name,  
By this false promise, you unjustly claim.  
For though your Birth flow from a Noble Spring,  
'Tis something less, than Daughter to a King.  
And more, I must the secret now impart,  
That brave Ormasdes long since, had my heart.  Near: 
Madam, I have no Plea beyond my Love,  
If that, do of too mean a value prove!  
Think how your honour stands engaged by vow,  
And that my All, depends upon it now!  
Yet here I do before the Gods profess,  
To quit my Title, if my Birth be less!  Val: 
From Nearcus, the Gods will me protect,  
Who boldly must a subjects claim, reject.  Near: 
Which I am not; but a Prince Nobly born,  
As is Cleandra! though you now do scorn  
The Man, who laid his greatness at your feet,  
Without a thought, of Royalty to meet!  
Your Virtue, and your Beauty did engage  
My heart to Love; and did create that rage,  
You now so much condemn; and make me shame  
I did no more, who was so much to blame!  Val: 
You do amaze me! knows Cleandra this?  Near: 
She yet does not, but must do, when I plead!  
My Title to Valerianas' Bed.  
For Madam, you can only now be mine,  
Made so by humane Laws, and by Divine.  Val: 
What ere you are! I do much scorn to think  
Of being compelled, and will strong poison drink,  
Rather than be by such a trick betrayed,  
Or of your scandalous reports, afraid;  
Your first attempt was base; and now as vain  
Your hopes are; you are a Prince! I do disdain  
To have a thought for him, who poorly can,  
Demand, what's given to another man.  
I must this Injury at last reveal,  
And to the Queen, for Justice now appeal.  Near: 
I am content, then let Cleandra judge.  Val: 
I'll hear no more. Exit with Ladies.  Near: 
What a strange heat I feel, that always burn,  
Yet do not waste, cannot to Ashes turn!  
But like a Fire-flaming Statue stand,  
To warn the World, not to approach this Land;  
Ye Gods! how cruel is your doom? that she  
Melts not; but should an Icy Mountain be,  
Of power to kindle such tormenting Fires,  
Where her own frozen heart, has no desires. Exit▪   

THE FOURTH ACT.  Enter Cleandra, with Ormasdes, the Lords, and Ladies stand off. Queen: 
I Shall allow your Argument for War,  
If the Treconian do provoke so far!  
But how shall I, Valeriana free?  
From her fierce Brothers great barbarity;  
And how Estate her in her Mother's Land!  
If her mad Brother, should that right withstand!  
Though she do now desire but what's her own,  
If he should die; She must Ascend that Throne.  Ormas: 
I have heard so, and that, by my rash Act,  
She suffers, which makes me repent the Fact!  Queen. 
Her virtues, do her beauty far excel,  
And in my judgement, have no parallel;  
What is your thought? will not the man be blessed?  
Whom Gods with such felicities invest!  Ormas: 
I doubt not Madam, her perfections may  
In hearts of Men; above her Sceptre sway.  Queen. 
She has won me, to a concern so high,  
As if my own, were the same Destiny  
With hers; my thoughts do labour where to treat  
A Marriage, with some Prince, worthy so great  
A Queen; can you Ormasdes find me one  
To recommend? will Greece afford us none?  Ormas: 
Madam, if Cytherea can produce  
None fit! for Greece, there will need no excuse;—  Queen. 
I think so too, unless Ormasdes will  
Himself, thus my prophetic foul fulfil:  
That does such glories, and such joys foresee,  
As may endure unto Eternity.—  Ormas: 
Me Madam! does your Majesty think me  
A man, worthy of so great Felicity?  
Alas I am too old, now to begin  
To Love! you may as soon learn me to spin;  
— My Sword, and Armour, into Needle's turn,  
As teach my Age, in Youthful flames to burn.  Queen. 
'Tis you Ormasdes, are the man so blessed,  
Her love to you, she has to me confessed;  
And me in honour has engaged to try,  
If I can now persuade you to comply.  Ormas: 
Madam, I hope you do not thus abuse  
Your servant, cause my nature does refuse,  
Such correspondence with your Sex, as might  
Engage a braver Man; Oh do not fight  
Against my weakness! that must now confess,  
I never unto Lady made address;  
And only chose this solitary place,  
That I might here some quiet thoughts embrace.  
— Sure Madam, you mistake; how can it be?  
That she should covet such Antipothy!  
— Can the good Gods to her be so unkind?  
To let such excellence, become so blind?  Queen. 
Think you herself knows? what herself desires?  
Or that she has no sense, of those quick fires,  
That do consume her! can you doubt such Love?  
Which through despair, did then so mortal prove!  
That but to name Ormasdes, she did Die,  
Till you appeared, to change that destiny;  
— And when you all retired, she did confess,  
Her life depended on her good success;  
Your Glorious Acts, had raised so loud a Fame,  
That she was first in love with your great Name!  
Which brought her hither, with a full intent,  
To Judge, and Justify, that Argument.  Ormas: 
Madam, I must believe what you avow,  
And do so far your Argument allow,  
That it has raised in me, a greater War,  
Then I was ever in; and am so far  
From slighting this affair, that I descry,  
My certain Ruin, by this Victory.  
The Gods cannot afford less punishment,  
If I refuse to hear! and if consent!  
I'm lost to all my joys on Earth; for Fa●e  
Has not in store, nor can the Gods create  
An evil, I fear more, then to deny,  
What you command; though a sad Destiny;  
— Can nothing less than my destruction? save  
This Excellence? from an untimely Grave!  Queen. 
If I could see this danger you foretell?  
Ormasdes harms should make no other well!  
Though Valeriana do my pity move,  
Ormasdes friendship, is before her Love  
In my esteem; but if this match unite  
Your hearts? it will our Children then invite,  
To imitate our friendship, and so ●ye  
Fast knots, for everlasting Amity.  Ormas: 
My mind can move my body any way,  
But my hard heart, will not my will obey;  
My utmost power, my soul to mourn shall teach,  
'Cause my Affection, is beyond my reach!  Queen. 
If you oppose not, but your Ear will lend,  
I doubt not, but the Gods your heart will bend  
This way, and your good nature in short time,  
Will make you wish for, what you judge my crime▪  Ormas: 
Although I cannot wish, and must not choose,  
I would not Madam willingly refuse,  
What you advise; but boldly meet my Fate;  
That no one thought, may a vain fear Create,  
Lest you should judge my slackness for neglect,  
Because I grasp not, what I can't affect.  Queen: 
Can you such pleasure take, in this disguise?  
Be thus retired? and all that's good despise,  
When offered! do you fear? or scorn to meet  
This Excellence now fallen at your feet!  
— Is your great heart Ormasdes, only made  
For dangerous attempts? shall it be said?  
This Paragon of all our Sex! now dies,  
Because Ormasdes, does her Love despise!  Ormas: 
No Madam, I do suffer more, than she  
Does for herself! hers is my misery;  
I dare not virtue, with vain hopes abuse,  
I cannot love; and therefore do refuse  
To dally with so bright a Saint, whose Shrine,  
Compels all hearts to bow before't, but mine;  
I am not capable of Love; not blessed  
That way! my heart's with other flames possessed.  Queen. 
All flames you feel, would vanish, did you see  
Valeriana in such misery;  
As she endures! now fetching her last breath,  
Enquiring your health, neglecting her own death.  
Thus my compassion has her sorrows learned,  
I weep her Tears, while you stand unconcerned!  Ormas: 
Madam, your passion does my pity move,  
Though my dull heart cannot consent to Love;  
My resolution is now fixed; I'll try  
Myself to vanquish, or her Martyr Die!  
— I swear, I did not hear that she was ill,  
And now it does my soul with horror fill,  
For her concern; no danger is so great,  
But I will rather die in't then, retreat.  Queen. 
'Tis bravely said, but dare you try the effect,  
Of one short visit? after such neglect!  Ormas: 
Thus provoked! if your Majesty stands by!  
I will not such a visit now deny.  Queen. 
You speak, and look, as if you meant to fright,  
Much rather, then revive her by your sight!  Ormas: 
Madam, to Compliment, I have no skill,  
Nor can be pleased, if loved against my will!  
Yet sensible, and civil, I can be,  
Though it do prove unfortunate to me.  Queen. 
When shall I bring this comfort? to revive  
Her fainting soul; if she be still alive.  Ormas: 
Is she really so weak; so soon grown  
Thus ill? I have no skill, in this unknown  
Mystery of love! but will boldly try,  
What I can do, for her recovery.  Queen. 
High passions do weak bodies sooner bring  
To the Graves mouth, than any other thing;  
Her despairs, are of a much longer date,  
Though sudden sickness do break out thus late;  
— When I your humour, did a first rehearse,  
And showed, how your whole life had been averse  
To Love; she sighed, and presently grew pale,  
Despair that minute, made her spirits fail;  
And so transported by her fancy, fell,  
As if my doubts, had rung her passing bell.  Orm: 
Though I cannot speak, nor do yet know how  
To look; I'm ready to attend you now!  Queen. 
I fear so sudden, and so great a joy!  
As your approach; may equally destroy!  
Let me her heart prepare, that by degrees,  
She may but hope retain, before she see  
The comfort, that your visit brings; and than  
Ormasdes may ere long, prove best of Men.  Ormas: 
Madam, I do myself to you submit,  
Pray order me in all, as you think fit.  Queen. 
You shall then stand unseen, while I do tell  
This welcome story, which will make her well:  
And then by what you'll see, you may observe,  
How my true friendship will from both deserve!  
Who have no wish beyond Ormasdes good,  
When time shall make me rightly understood.  Ormas: 
Madam, I have now no more to say,  
But that I will your Majesty obey.  Queen. 
You shall not stir Ormasdes till I send.  Exit Queen and Train. [Enter to him Nearous.] Ormas: 
Did you not meet Cleandra going out?  Near: 
Yes, but I have business of importance,  
Pray let us withdraw, and be more private.  Ormas: 
Come this way then:— They go out, and Re-entey.  Ormas: 
Why have you drawn me to this inner Room?  
Is the secret, of so piercing quality?  
That fewer Walls than these, cannot contained!  Near: 
It is my Lord of a high nature grown,  
I must impart it to yourself alone;  
— You and I must kill one another now;  Ormas: 
May not I live? though you are pleased to die?  Near: 
No Sir, since 'tis decreed that I must die.  
I am resolved to have you Company.  
— There's a Sword, the same with mine, defend you.  Ormas: 
Hold a while▪—  
— May not I know the cause of this hatred?  Near: 
I have no hatred, yet endeavour must,  
That we together may revert to dust.  
Though you by chance have robbed me of my right  
— I'd not outlive Ormasdes, if I might!  Ormas. 
From whence does this strange kindness to me grow?  
Say, for I will not fight, until I know!  Near: 
This then, will teach you to defend yourself:  Runs at him; he puts his Sword by, and holds him. Ormas: 
I shall call my Servants, unless you now show  
The cause of this distracted fury?  Near: 
I will:— Lets him go.  
— Valeriana's my Quarrel;  
She throws neglects on me, and dotes on you.  Ormas: 
You are mistaken sure, and much abused!  
It is not possible!— She dotes on me!  
Who never courted Lady in my life!  Near: 
By all that's good, she told me so herself.  Ormas: 
This must be some design, beyond my reach!  
But if true? from whence does my guilt arise?  
Who never heard of your pretence, till now!  
Nor have a serious thought for hers, to me;  
If such a folly, do her heart possess;  
Am I to answer for her guiltiness?  Near: 
I do accuse you, of no guilt at all;  
But joy to think, if by my hand you fall;  
It will Create in her such misery,  
As will adorn my death with Victory.  Ormas: 
If such revenge, and malice you intent,  
Where is the Love, that you so much pretend?  Near: 
we'll talk of that, as our two souls expire;  
She flattered me with hopes, that blew my Fire,  
She threw out vows to marry me, and now  
In hope of you, disowns that holy vow.  Ormas: 
Made vows to marry you! and yet love me!  
Pray show me how, this story does agree?  
I swear, I never had a thought of Love  
To Lady in my life; and will now quit  
The interest you pretend, rather than fight—  
For such imaginary Dreams, as this.  Near: 
You must Fight.  Nearcus offers at him: he rings a Bell. Enter Servants. Ormas: 
No, disarm him,— so, now leave us alone,— Exeunt.  
— Nearcus, I have loved you, and shall still,  
If you'll permit! what does this story mean?  Near: 
By Hea— Valeriana did engage  
To marry me; if my Birth equalled hers!  
But now reputes, in hope to marry you.  Ormas: 
This story grows stranger, and stranger still,  
Does your Birth equal hers? on which you ground  
Your Title, and on which her vow was made.  Near: 
It does, Ormasdes, and did hers exceed,  
When I first urged that sacred Vow she made;  
She but a Subject, unto me appeared.  Ormas: 
And are you other now?  Near: 
Yes, have you not heard that Prince Orontes,  
Brother to our late King, had a young Son  
Called Leonatus, who by sad mishap,  
Fencing with the Prince, hurt him in the Eye,  
Of which hurt he died; and the King enraged,  
Made vows to Sacrifice the Murderer;  
As if the mischief, purposely were done!  
In order to his own Succession;—  
— (After Cleandra;) who was then married,  
To a young Prince in Greece, and settled there.  Orm: 
I'ave often heard the Queen, with sighs lament  
Her Brother's loss, by that sad accident:  
And say, she pitied Leonatus' death,  
As innocent! for that unhappy youth,  
She heard, was drowned, endeavouring to escape  
Her Father's Vengeance, he unjustly vowed.  Near: 
She was misinformed, my Lord, he yet lives;  
'Twas by this fatal hand, her brother fell;  
And I accursed, that have thus long survived!  
To fall a mis-becoming Sacrifice,  
To Love; by a disdainful Lady's Eyes▪  
After so long concealment, and so safe!  
By Old Nearcus, put in this disguise,  
Bred as his Son; but now, I life despise;  
And call to have that Justice on me done,  
Which I have used much industry to shun.  Ormas: 
You tell me wonders, of a different kind,  
Of which I shall inquire; and if I find  
Valeriana stands engaged to you?  
And all this story of yourself prove True!  
I will my best endeavours soon employ,  
This gross mistake of me, to rectify.  Near: 
If my address, do find no good success!  
The business of my life, shall be to die,  
And whether by your hand, or by command  
From our great Queen? it is the same to me,  
The Princess must my life, or death decree.  Ormas. 
I shall conceal your Name, until I see,  
I may reveal it with security;  
And in few hours, if my desires succeed!  
You shall from all your doubts, and fears be freed.  Near: 
You will oblige me ever, if you do! Exit Near:  Ormas: 
My hour is come, to wait upon the Queen,  
Unto Valeriana, where this News,  
I hope will bring me off, from the first Rock:—  
— By Valeriana to be thus loved!  
And by Cleandra, for another wooed!  
And by Nearcus killed, I know not why!  
To me is a new kind of Mystery. Exit.  Enter Valeriana, brought in very weak, lying on a Couch, with Physicians, and Servants; She speaks very faintly. Valeria: 
Is not the Queen returned to Court yet?  Lady. 
No, Madam.  Valeria: 
I wish she were; my heart dissolves so fast!  
That I do find, I shall few minutes last. She faints.  Doctor. 
Your fancy does your weakness much increase,  
This passion, is the worst of your disease.  Enter Queen, and Ormasdes, she sets him to stand unseen. Doctor. 
Oh Madam! you are much wished for here.  Queen. 
Let all withdraw, I must be private now,  
Only do you Ormasdes, stand unseen;—  
— How is it with my friend?  Val: 
I'm glad that you are come to close my Eyes,  
My spirits waste so fast, that I must die!  Queen: 
I hope not yet Valeriana.  Val: 
A lass Madam, I had not lived till now,  
But for the joy my broken heart conceives,  
In hopes to hear Ormasdes is grown well,  
Before I leave this World.  Queen. 
'Twas the distemper of an Ague fit,  
And he is now so far from being sick,  
That he without, begs leave to visit you.  Val: 
Me, did you say? to visit me Madam!  
Will Ormasdes visit me? is it so?  Queen. 
Yes, he's without, and does by me desire  
You will admit him;— Why are you silent?  
Now my endeavours prosper to your wish!  Val: 
Does wise Cleandra think it will be sit?  
That I in such a passion leave this World!  
As I shall do, if I see Ormasdes!—  
— I shame to think that he should see me die,  
Yet cannot choose, but wish it heartily!  Queen. 
Shall I call him in then? why do you doubt?  Val. 
Oh Madam, I dare not see him; must not!  
You have said something, to bring him hither!  
Makes me fear to see him; it must not be!  Queen. 
Pray see him, and let this great crime, be mine;  
His presence, may your troubled heart revive.  Val: 
He cannot Madam, for 'tis now too late!  
I do feel here, the heavy hand of Death,  
Is crushing me to Air. She faints in the Queens Arms.  Queen. 
Ormasdes your help! she dies, she dies!  He draws, and proffers to kill himself. Ormas: 
By all our Gods, I will die with her then!  Queen. 
She lives again! Ormasdes your help now;—  He flings away his Sword and helps. 
— So, let her head lie a little from us.  He knelt, and holds her hand. Ormas: 
For Heaven sake Madam, tell what I must say?  
Or what now must do? is she not dead still?  Queen. 
Does not her hand inform you, that she lives?  
Is it not warm?  Ormas: 
Oh yes! 'tis warm, but I, who never dared  
Thus boldly touch a Lady's hand till now;  
Understand not how to use it, as I ought! He kisses her Hand.  Queen: 
There needs no other kindness, than you show,  
— How is it now Valeriana?  Val: 
Well Madam, too well, I fear, to last so:  
I dare not look that way, because I blush  
To think how I have scandalised my Sex!  
And how Ormasdes now is justified!  
In his contempt of Women, for my sake!  
I have no power to take away my hand,  
Yet dare not own, to leave it with him longer.  Ormas: 
Oh why? what has Ormasdes ever done?  
Justly to merit this dissertion?  Val: 
Pray Madam, say something in my behalf;  
Either to hide, or to excuse my shame.  Queen. 
Turn this way then, and let your Eyes excuse  
That guilt, which will Ormasdes disabuse. They turn her.  Ormas: 
She looks desperately ill!  Queen. 
'Tis only weakness, and no danger in't;  
Pray call her Servants, and let us retire.  Ormas: 
Retire! you have engaged me now so far,  
That I must see the Battle won, or lost!  
Before I can consent, to a Retreat.  Queen. 
'Tis late, and she must sleep.  Ormas: 
Why Madam, so she may, though I be by!  
I'll sit as silent as the God of sleep,  
And here attend, while her tired servants rest.  Queen. 
You will not watch all night Ormasdes?  Ormas: 
Oh but I will Madam; watch night, by night,  
Till she recover! This is my fixed Post,  
Appointed by the Gods; not your command,  
Nor any force, has power to take me hence;  
While this good Sword will hold for my defence. Takes up his sword.  Queen. 
Why so fierce, and violent Ormasdes?  
I am much joyed, to see you thus concerned!  
And on this quarrel, am not like to fight  
With such a man at Arms, by Candle-light!  Ormas: 
For Heaven sake Madam, pardon my rash words,  
And disrespect unto your Majesty;  
For I do scarce know what I say, or do;  
I am become a stranger to myself,  
So suddenly transformed, that I would hide  
Me from your sight, if I durst stir from hence!  Queen. 
I will forgive, so you'll let me direct  
Your future actions, I'll your Love protect!  Ormas: 
If you'll command?— I gladly will obey.  Queen. 
You must submit, to what she does appoint.  Ormas: 
Most willingly. Valeria: sighs aloud, and weeps.  Queen. 
Does our discourse, these sighs, and tears produce?  Val: 
You have said nothing that will need excuse.  
These Tears slow from joy, and gratitude,  
To you great Queen, who by this act, include  
More pious pity, then past stories tell;—  
To make Ormasdes counterfeit so well!  
— This thought raised those unruly sighs you heard,  
And Madam, now it makes my soul afraid,  
To see so great a courage thus submit,  
To flatter me, because you think it fit;  
— At your command, to put on this disguise,  
In kindness unto one, he does despise.  Queen. 
Do you then think his kindness counterfeit?  
Can his great soul consent, to such deceit?  Valeria: 
I can yet find no argument, for ground,  
To change so great contempt, as I have found,  
Into so high esteem! as he does now,  
By your advice, in charity allow;  
That my last minutes, may some pleasure have,  
He yields, to send me smiling to my grave.  Queen. 
You cannot judge so ill, of him you love;  
Nor can so brave a man, so worthless prove!  Val: 
I do confess, I should be glad to find  
All real that I see; and his great mind  
The same brave Character he had, maintain  
Through his whole life; and not that glory stain;  
But if't be real, this comes now too late,  
His kindness cannot change the course of Fate!  Queen. 
Think not of Death, for if you will endure  
The Trial? I will undertake the Cure;  
I see your sufferings do compassion move,  
Which in most generous hearts, does turn to Love.  Ormas: 
Madam, I know not what, you do call love,  
Nor how in that fantastic Sphere to move!  
I cannot talk the language Lovers use,  
When they design fair Ladies to abuse;  
Nor can I yet, by this experience guess,  
If Love, or a distraction, does possess,  
My heart? give me but leave to watch this night,  
That while you sleep, I may my heart invite,  
To tell me what it ails! if it be Love?  
What all the World allows! I shall approve:  
And then, I'll rather die, then ere forsake  
What I avow, or what I undertake.  Queen. 
Pray Madam, give him leave to watch this night  
Some serious thoughts may set his fancy right.  
He has lain often on the frozen ground,  
On less occasion, and more danger found.  Valeria: 
I shall not rest then, though you think it fit,  
I shall condemn myself, if I submit.  Queen. 
'Tis somewhat more than custom does allow,  
I must confess; but how to help it now,  
Who knows? you see he is resolved to beat  
Us all, if we but mention his Retreat.  Ormas: 
Pray let not this my first suit be denied,  
But give me leave to sit on yonder side,  
As silent as sleep self; my body shall  
Be fixed, as is that figure on the Wall.  Queen. 
Let him Valeriana, pray consent,  
'Twill prove his honour, or his punishment!  Ormas: 
Who can have more care? who so fit as I,  
To watch? who am resolved with her to Die.  
— Good rest unto your Majesty. He leads off the Queen.  Queen. 
He'll turn me out, if I refuse to go!  
— But why Ormasdes do you tremble so?  Ormas: 
This shaking fit may to a Fever turn,  
And I, ere day, in Love's bright flames may burn. Exeunt omnes.   

THE FIFTH ACT.  Valeriana is discovered a sleep on a Couch, with Doctors, and Ladies all asleep about her, Ormasdes rises from the ground, at the Couch side. Ormas: 
ALl Eyes are shut, all hearts can rest, but mine,  
I've something here, that will not let me sleep:  
— 'tis Love, I am bewitched, or it is Love!  
That thus disturbs my body, and distracts  
My mind; no other passion works like this!  
Well then, if it be Love! where's the wonder?  
The wisest, bravest, and the greatest men,  
Have been in Love as much, or more than I;  
— But why then was I, thus long without it?  
Why did not bright Cleandras' Beauty burn?  
Why was not this Fire kindled until now?  
How comes Valeriana by this power?  
To wound me deeper, than Cleandra did!  
My Kind, loving heart, how comes this to pass?  Valeriana sighs and groans aloud. Ormas: 
Ha! Her spirit by that sigh informs me,  
That doubled groan, struck through my wavering soul,  
Oh thou Divinest power! what ere thou art!  
I do submit, Valerianas' groans,  
Are all sufficient Arguments for Love!  
It seems, my stony heart, was proof against  
All charms, but deep fetched sighs, and dying groans;  
By which, 'tis now made supple, and so soft,  
That it is ready to take any form;  
That sick Valeriana shall direct;—  
— Great God of Love, forgive my past neglects,  
And now restore this Lady to her health,  
Then I with Insense will thy Altars load,  
Thy Temple with those Trophies, now adorn,  
Which my whole life prepared, for Mars and jove.  
Since they allow me to submit to Love! Valeria: wakes and calls.  Valeria: 
Drusilla.  Ormas: 
Madam, your Servants do all sleep, but I.  Valeria: 
I would not have waked you, Ormasdes.  Ormas: 
You have not Madam, I have not slept yet;  
Pray let your Servant know what 'tis you want!  Val: 
I want assurance of a thing I doubt.  Ormas: 
Can I give you that assurance?  Val: 
Yes.  Ormas: 
And will you not lay that command on me?  Val: 
Do they all sleep?  Ormas: 
They do.  Val: 
Ormasdes I would know, what I do fear,  
You are pre-ingaged never to tell me;  Ormas: 
By your fair self, I swear, I'm not engaged  
In any kind, but may, and will impart,  
What ever in my knowledge, you inquire.  Val: 
My first doubts does still remain, that the Queen  
Upon assurance of my sudden death,  
Has won you, thus to flatter my last hours,  
Like glittering Sunshine upon dying Flowers.  Ormas: 
Madam, by all that's Holy, she has not:  
What shall I say? what do? to gain your Faith?  Val: 
You have done it now; I am satisfied.  
And do believe all's truth, Ormasdes speaks,  
But I do fear this truth appears too late.  Orm: 
Why Madam? have you made vows against me?  
Will no repentance? nor no penance serve,  
To wash away my Sins against your Sex;  
Will you, that Universal quarrel wed?  
And bring destruction on your servants head?  Val: 
Vows Ormasdes, and those against you made!  
Oh do not take away the Joy you gave,  
By such a thought; I never wished, nor prayed,  
For blessing upon Earth, beyond your Love,  
Which you in charity, so amply show,  
That I do doubt I dream, what I enjoy.  Ormas: 
Madam, you do now misjudge my passion,  
To call that charity, which may be love  
For aught I know; this so late acquaintance,  
With my new heart, is short, and my transports  
So great, it must be madness, if not love:  
For, give me leave to swear, that I will know  
No other Joys than yours, nor thoughts admit,  
But with design to serve, and honour you.  Val: 
I do now wish the Gods my life would spare,  
And make me worthy of Ormasdes care.  Ormas: 
Madam, you speak a Language of respect  
To me, who merit nothing but neglect;  
Your favours flow so fast, they over-whelm  
My heart with joys, and raise my soul so high,  
It turns amazement into extacy!  Val: 
I should not talk thus, if I did not see't;  
'tis hard for you now to hide, then show't:  
I do not fear your passion will go less,  
But doubt by death to lose, what I possess.  Ormas: 
You cannot die Madam, I have no fear  
To find so great a curse, from Heaven sent,  
I only doubt I sleep! and fear to wake  
Lest this abundant bliss should vanquish quite,  
And so involve me in Eternal Night;  
May I presume to beg a favour yet?  
Which will my fancy fix, and so confirm  
My doubtful soul 'tis real, and no dream.  Val: 
You may.  Ormas: 
I beg that Ring you wear; but if of price  
Too great for me? pardon my Avarice.  Val: 
'Tis a trifle, ask something of more worth.  Ormas: 
Sure nothing can of greater value be  
If you repent, what you now promised me.  Val: 
You ask, what is not in my power to give!  
My dying Mother with this Ring, bequeathed  
Her curse, if ever I did part with it!  
But to the man I meant to make my Lord.  Ormas. 
'Tis a charm not to be dissolved, by me;  
Who dare not touch it, on the terms you name;  
I was ambitious to wear it Madam,  
But only as your servant, not your Lord.  Val: 
It never can be had, on easier terms;  
Ormasdes you must have this, and me together,  
Alive or dead, you must have both, or neither.  Ormas: 
All my Limbs do tremble, at what I hear,  
I dare not understand the words you speak,  
Lest my mistakes, do give you an offence,  
Beyond a pardon, for such impudence.  Val: 
You do not mistake me, nor can you err!  
If you'll avow, this kindness that you show.  Ormas: 
By all our Gods, I think my flame is Love,  
I know no other name for what I feel,  
But if you doubt? propose a way to try,  
And as it proves, declare my destiny.  Val: 
I will consider on some way to try,  
But must submit unto this drowsiness,  
For some minute's time, 'twill take me from you!  
Pray Sir, command the Music now to play.  [He steps to the Door then.] [Music plays a while.] Ormas: 
She has talked herself into a Repose,  
Now I will try to get a little Rest.  
That my tired fancy, may at last be fixed.  Valeriana Counterfeits to sleep, Ormasdes lies on the ground by her Couch, and while he sleeps, she puts the Ring on his finger; then the Music ends. Val: 
So— when he calls to mind, what I have said;  
He can expect no more, than I now give;  
— Great goddess of pure hearts, protect my fame,  
And this rash act, forgive; which frights me now;  
To such repentance, with such sudden pain,  
I am resolved to take it off again,  She offers to take it off, and cannot. 
— His hand is so fast closed, I cannot do't;  
And to wake him in the attempt, is worse;  
Such boldness may a double censure get,  
I blush to think how rashly I begun,  
And now repent the folly I have done:—  
— His hand opens:—  
And now 'tis mine again, She takes off the Ring, Music plays; she sleeps in earnest, while the Music is.  
Oh blessed accident!  [Enter the Queen, and Train.] Queen. 
Wake them not; has Ormasdes walked to night?  
From that corner, hither, in his sleep?  
Did any of you hear them talk i'th' night?  Doctor. 
Not I Madam.  First Lady. 
Nor 1  Second Lady. 
I heard none stir Madam.  Ormasdes wakes, and upstarts. Ormas: 
The Queen; is it so late?  Queen. 
You have had a hard Lodging my Lord.  Ormas: 
I have had the happiest night Madam;  
And am Richer far than both the Indies;—  Ormasdes starts, and looks distractedly for something lost. 
— Ha! I am undone, undone for ever!  Queen. 
What look you for my Lord? what have you lost?  Ormas: 
I had it now, just now, on this finger!  
I look for Treasure Madam, worth the World; He Searches.  
— 'Twas no dream, it must be here abouts!  
— I beg your pardon Madam, for this search,  
Which does concern my life, and honour too.  Queen. 
This is the strangest passion, I ere saw,  
Has your great loss, no name to know it by?  Ormas: 
Yes, I have lost Valerianas' Ring.  Queen. 
You did but dream, see, 'tis on her Finger:  Ormas: 
How! 'tis so indeed, do I not dream now?  
Or do the Gods us men with shadows mock?  
When we do seek such great felicities,  
As they allow us not to have below!  
— What a strange height of bliss? am I fallen from?  Queen 
Has this one night, such mutual friendship gained?  
That the prophetic Ring, could be obtained!  Ormas: 
I know not what to say, nor what to think!  
I know not when I sleep, or when I wake!  
Yet must believe that Ring, was mine this night;  
And I have lost that Treasure▪ Childishly:  
Some kind friend strike me hard, that I may feel  
I now am waking; your pardon Madam,  
For my disaster makes me almost mad. Valeriana wakes.  Queen. 
How have you slept Valeriana?  Val: 
Very well Madam, for one so weak!  Ormas: 
Did you not wake about midnight Madam?  Val: 
Not that I remember.  Ormas: 
Was ever man so much abused in's sleep?  Val: 
Ormasdes, what means your disordered looks?  Queen. 
He finds his waking fancies, are much less  
Delightful, than his sleeping happiness.  Orm: 
I dreamt Madam, that Ring you prise so much,  
Was this night, by you, put on my Finger;  
When a thousand, thousand joys fell on me,  
Which now waking, I have no name for.  Val: 
My Ring Ormasdes! and on your Finger!  
And by me put on! 'twas a dream indeed!  
I hope, you do not waking, think it fit,  
That I should waking do so bold an act.  Ormas: 
Madam, it does not become me to say  
I wish, what you do not allow; nor dare  
I tell so great a lie, as to deny,  
The joy I dreamed of, when I thought I saw,  
And did believe I felt, it once was mine.  Val: 
'Tis far from my serious thoughts Ormasdes,  
After such high passion, as I have showed,  
Now to raise any discontent in you,  
But do not lessen your esteem of me,  
By the acquisition of such favours,  
As you yourself, in others would condemn!  
Have we not both, at first sight, done enough,  
To justify, what we profess; I fear  
Too much on my part, did not Cleandra  
Own, all that she has done, on my behalf.  Ormas: 
I submit, and will wish, and think, and do  
What the wise Queen, and you advise me to.  Queen. 
Ormasdes has not lost his time I see,  
Nor my design for your recovery,  
Fallen short! the Gods in their good time will bring  
You to give, and him to accept the Ring.  
May your new friendship never know decay,  
But freely both command, and both obey:  
— I must now leave you for an hour, or two.  Ormas: leads the Queen to the Door, and returns. Ormas. 
Madam, is this a fit time to inquire  
Nearcus Story? may I now desire  
You, to unriddle the bold claim, he makes.  Val: 
You shall hereafter have it all at large,  
Only know now, he used a violence,  
In show, with such unparallelled deceits!  
Such insolent demands, so cunning couched!  
His threats, with humble looks, so plain disguised;  
That at first sight, I found, I was surprised;  
Then, to avoid his purpose, I was forced,  
To use such doubtful words, to bring me off,  
His madness did interpret his own way;  
While I was safe, by what I wisely said,  
To farther my escape, when so afraid!  
Thus was Cleandras' trust, and mine abused;  
A base treachery, was never used.  Ormas: 
You have informed me fully of his fact.  
I suddenly will find Nearcus out,  
And hurl such vengeance, on his cursed head, Aside  
That all the World shall say, 'tis well he's dead.  [They carry off Valeriana.] Exeunt omnes. [Enter Nearcus.] Near: 
'Tis strange, I hear not of Ormasdes yet!  
If he oblige me really! I'm his,  
If not! I shall resume my first resolves,  
This his delay, begets more jealousies,  
Then my impatient burning heart, can bear.—  [Enter Ormasdes.] Near: 
— Now Sir, how have I prospered in your hands?  Ormas: 
As you deserve.  Near: 
How is that?  Ormas. 
With much scorn rejected.  Near: 
Is that my merit, in your opinion?  Ormas: 
In mine, as in Cleandras, and in all!  
Who have heard the ground of your false claim,  
Which the fair Princess, and her Servants tell;  
— A Treachery so base, an act so foul!  
That all do think, Nearcus has no soul.  Near: 
This you dare justify?  Ormas: 
I had not dared to tell it else! me thinks  
My looks might show, my business was to find  
You out, and now to let you know, I must  
Defend the Princess, in a cause so just.  
— Before I knew Valerianas' heart,  
Or was at all acquainted with my own;  
I judged your cause, against her innocence.  
But now informed the right from all, I find  
No argument, in Justice to compel,  
Such a forced promise to Nearcus made,  
Should now to Leonatus be performed.  
Your juggling Arts, and your disguised Name,  
With your unworthy force, o'er throws your claim.  Near: 
You are become a subtle Orator,  
Since you conversed with Ladies; but I shall  
Your great Eloquence, with this steel convince;  
I am not to be frighted by big words,  
We now must try the temper of our Swords.  Ormas: 
We must indeed, though I lament, my hand  
Should harm a man, unto the Queen allied.  Near: 
Shall that scruple, and this good Sword once more,  
Teach you to call for help? as heretofore!  Ormas: 
I may change your opinion, with my own.  Near: 
Come then.  They Fight, Ormasdes runs him through, Disarms him. Ormas: 
Get Surgeons for Nearcus presently;  
My hurt is slight. Exit Ormasdes.  Enter Surgeons, or Servants, who carry off Nearcus. Enter the Queen, in Valerianas' Chamber, with her, and attended by Old Titus, Old Nearcus, Lords and Ladies, a full Train. Queen. 
'Tis by your good nature, Valeriana,  
That this man's evil spirit threatens us,  
Had you revealed Nearcus treachery!  
His punishment had suited with his crime.  Val: 
Madam, I do confess my lenity  
May have emboldened him to higher ills,  
Which my just complaint, might have prevented;  
But then, how hard a censure should I gain?  
By ruining so Eminent a man!  
Who from his principles of honour fell,  
Through love to me, though I contemned his hopes,  
His passion made me pity his distress,  
So far, as his first error to forgive,  
In hope he might in better order live.  Queen. 
You argue well, and aught to justify  
Your gentle disposition, to forgive.  
Mercy, does a young Princess, much adorn,  
But I am bound to vindicate myself,  
My Nation suffers, if I be not just,  
To punish crimes like this! I break my trust;  
He is the first, that ever dar'd asperse  
The Citherean Name, by such a fact,  
As no past Chronicle, can parallel!  
I shake to think, how great your danger was!  
And how much greater might have been my shame,  
To trust a man, who values not his fame.  Val: 
Let not his faults your anger higher raise,  
The punishment he feels, by ill success,  
Is a just doom, for his unworthiness.  Queen. 
His sentence must, to after times appear,  
Lest my story be blemished with a thought,  
That I did wink at such a crime as this!  
My people will exclaim, the Gods will frown,  
If such a wickedness unpunished pass!  
He must die Valeriana, his house  
Be burnt, the ashes scattered in the Air,  
With prayers t' appease our Citherian Gods,  
We cannot offer a less Sacrifice.  Val: 
For my sake, let his doom, be banishment.  
If I have any favour in your Eyes?  
Make not me guilty by that Sacrifice. She knelt.  Queen. 
Rise Madam, you shall govern as you please.  [Enter to them Ormasdes, and Young Titus.] Queen. 
Ormasdes, are you hurt, by that vild man?  Ormas: 
It is too little, to be called a wound!  
I come now, to beg Nearcus pardon;  
'Twas I that did enforce him to this fight.  Val: 
And I, most wronged, who freely do forgive.  Queen. 
The wrong was done to me Valeriana,  
I put you in his power, my trust, he broke;  
My honour, for your safety, was engaged!  
Our Nation suffers, by his Villainy;  
The Citherean honour calls for Justice,  
Against so barbarous a breach of Faith;  
Nor was it you provoked, but were compelled  
By him to fight, for innocence aspersed!  Ormas: 
Madam, though I shall never justify  
Nearcus actions; his misfortune may  
Admit excuse; Because humane nature  
Is subject to passions, which the best men  
Can never manage, as they ought! how then,  
May Valeriana's beauty guilty be?  
That did excite Nearcus love; and led  
Him into this distraction, past his power!  
To manage his own heart; (as we think best;)  
If so! 'tis she has turned him to a Beast;  
But when your Majesty shall call to mind,  
The gallant service by this Madman done;  
You will then pity his Distraction.  [Enter to them Nearcus, brought in a Chair.] Queen. 
What means this boldness?  Near: 
Madam, I come not to beg your pardon,  
But to justify my actions, and myself;  
Against Ormasdes, who does now withhold  
Valeriana, my betrothed Wife,  
Confirmed by vows, in presence of the Gods.  Queen. 
Now Ormasdes! is he fit for pardon?  Ormas: 
Yes Madam, as a distracted person!  Near: 
Why do you wrong my person, and my cause?  
To call my just Title, a distraction;  
Do me Justice Cleandra, or give me Death!  Queen. 
You may have both your wishes in good time:  
Cleobulus, guard him to the Castle.  Val: 
Pray Madam, let his doom be banishment,  
Because his Crime, went not beyond intent.  Queen. 
Madam, he must thank you, for his life then;  
— Cleobulus, see him a close prisoner,  
Until his wounds, permit his Banishment.  Near: 
I do your proffered mercies, all refuse,  
And either Death, or Valeriana choose.  Queen. 
Led him to banishment: make him obey.  Near: 
Hold a little:— Cleandra look, this way,  
'tis Leonatus calls; he who at foils,  
The young Prince your Brother slew;  
And fled your Father's rage, (until his death!)  
Then sheltered by this borrowed Name, returned,  
And in Nearcus Family secured,  
By this disguise; lived as his only Son,  
Who died, as I returned;— is it death yet?  Queen. 
No, this insolence, shall not change your doom,  
Nor your confessed disguise, (long known to me,)  
Force a punishment beyond the merit  
Of that sad mishap! which I believe  
Was fatal accident! no purposed crime!  
Though my Father looked on his only Son,  
By your hand slain, with such revenging rage!  
As might his loss become, and him engage  
To throw out vows, that Justice should pursue,  
So great a Traitor, as he then thought you;  
For your succession after me, became  
His fancy's object, which increased your blame.  
— But I, who have exactly been informed,  
Of my dead Brother's love, and yours, now must  
For that sad accident, to you be just,  Near: 
I'll rather quit my innocence, than own—  
Your mercy, when you Justice do deny;  
Give me the fair Princess, or give me death.  Queen. 
I cannot with Justice, give you either;  
How can I, a free Princes will compel?  
Or how Ormasdes true pretence deny?  
Or how afford you death, for that offence,  
Which your unlucky hand, did act by chance.  Near: 
Would I had died, the day of my return,  
Since great Cleandra dares not do me Right;  
But suffers false Ormasdes to possess,  
What is my due; I all your mercy scorn,  
And will the worst of Tyranny endure.  Queen. 
I have employed you as my Brother's friend,  
Thus long, not at his Murderer connived!  
And until now, by force compelled, my face  
To frequent smiles, in favour of your worth,  
While my heart ached, to think what you had done!  
But you of late, unworthy our great Name,  
Have scandalised the Citherean Fame,  
Boldly to own a Crime so great! as may incense,  
The World to question your first innosence!  
Which clearly shows, you are for mischief built,  
That dared to entertain so base a guilt!  
— My mercy may prove sin, unless betimes,  
My Justice do prevent your farther crimes.  Near. 
Must I be held? and baited thus to death!  
Be torn, and tortured by a Woman's breath?  Queen. 
See my Command obeyed Cleobulus.  
— I shall take order for an Equipage,  
Fit for your great, and shall now confine  
You to an Island near, from whence you may  
Return, if you outlive me, and mine!  
— Remove him hence.  Ne: 
Hold a while!— curse on, curse light on you all,  
For this unjustice, which you mercy call;  
Tyrants, cruel Tyrants, your juggling Art,  
Lay by, and strike a Dagger through my heart;  
— If Ormasdes any honour have in store?  
He'll fight another bout upon the Shore,  
As I take ship; and if I chance to die!  
My soul shall then applaud thy Victory,  
And sing thy praise to the infernal Ghosts,  
That they may choose thee Captain of their Hosts,  
When thou comest down!— Let not a Lady's word  
Destroy, by piercing deeper than thy sword!—  
— Will you not answer? cruel, and unjust!  
Ye Gods! why put you Sceptres into women's trust?  
Who crushes me to raise a Coward's Name!  
Whom I will in the Elysium fields Defame,  
No honoured Ghost of Troy, shall there own thee,  
The Grecian, and the Roman Souls, with me  
Will trample on thy Coward's neck, with scorn,  
— Poor shadow of a gallant man, only born  
To lie in Lady's laps, perfumed, and curled!  
— I'll Post thee Coward, in the other World.  They force him away, on the Queen's back with her Hand. Adm: 
'tis strange, that none of us should know him!  Y. Tit: 
The general opinion he was drowned,  
Made us not see through his disguise;  Admire: 
But his strange passion does amaze me most.  
Ormasdes wedding, will his frenzy cure;  
When love does see no possibility,  
Desires, and hopes, will vanish by degrees.  Y. Tit: 
We see despairs, work often other ways.  Queen. 
He has disturbed me, but I'll forget him;  
— Valeriana come, let us consult,  
The Ceremony of your Wedding-day,  
Ormasdes joys, and yours, will blow away  
The farther thought, of Leonatus' crimes.  Val: 
Our Wedding Madam! I see no reason  
For so great a haste! now we are secure.  Or: 
Madam, since you have raised my hopes so high!  
It were a sin to doubt my destiny!  
Yet say, when shall my thoughts so fixed remain?  
That I may never think I dream again.  Val: 
Ormasdes, not too fast, we must proceed  
With much discretion, to so great a deed!  
The Eyes of all this Nation, do behold  
Our actions, and may think my part too bold,  
If I again shall do; what I repent!  
It would deserve a double punishment;  
My overhasty Love, was once my crime,  
I must redeem that fault, by taking time  
To finish, what so violent begun,  
Lest into greater errors, I do run;—  
— A year or two's delay, will add much grace  
To our young Love, which Time cannot deface.  Ormas: 
Why have you led me forth, with gentle gales?  
Into this dangerous deep? why filled my Sails,  
With such propitious winds? us would convey  
Me safe to my wished Port, the nearest way.  
Why do you now abstruct this happy course?  
As if you wished for storms! or something worse!  
Why thus forsake the Light? to sailith● dark,  
As if you sought out hazards, for this Bark,  
In which, you are the only freight, that I,  
Can fear to lose; by my mortality.  
Oh! do not then my Joys to time betray,  
Lest you do ruin all, by your delay!  Queen. 
How Valeriana! must this Scene of Love,  
Fall from its height? and now no farther move!  
Does your quick conquest of Ormasdes? make  
Him less worthy? when we such prisoners take,  
As might ourselves command! if they will serve!  
We cannot give them more, than they deserve;  
Consider well, lest you, yourself destroy,  
If thus, you do defer Ormasdes joy!  Val: 
Madam, you, and the World too well do know,  
My love to him, can now no higher grow!  
I only thus stand off, lest he despise,  
A conquest gained, without an enterprise.  
And that by injured Sex, hereafter may  
Judge of my innocence, by this delay;  
Honour forbids, that we in haste engage,  
Rash actions often, ill events presage.  
Though I, (like a tall Ship that spreads her sails,  
When she is carried on, with prosperous gales;  
To her wished Port!) do sigh, to be delayed,  
And blame the Remora, by which I'm stayed.  Ormas: 
Honour, and fancy, at great distance stand;  
You have no argument for this command,  
But your own nice, unnecessary thought,  
By which your Virtue, may become a fault!  
'tis true, that my neglects to Woman kind,  
May urge, that I should now no favour find;  
Till my whole life be spent, to gain a bliss,  
To crown my latests hours with joys, like this!  
I do confess such judgement were my due,  
From all the women in the World, but you;—  
Who have no argument, nor a pretence,  
Why you should prove the Rod for my offence:  Val: 
Ormasdes true, I only now would prove,  
By some short time, the temper of your Love;  
And show the World, that mine was not in haste,  
Though its first motion moved so fierce and fast!  
It makes me blush to think, that this great Queen,  
And her whole Nation, have such weakness seen!  
As all commanding Love, forced me to show,  
Oh! 'tis a bold attempt, when Women woo!  Ormas: 
What ere the vulgar think, great Princes may,  
The dictates of their greater souls obey;  
'Tis a self-doubting sin, when you alone,  
Dare not avow, what Gods, and men do own.  Queen. 
These cautious ways, are only fit for such  
As have suspected virtues; you are much  
Above the reach of Censures;— 'twas I,  
That wooed him first, mine be the infamy,  
Who boast the active part, with the success,  
And would not for the World, it had been less!  
It does become me, now to see your hands  
United, as your hearts!— If my commands  
Be slighted! and myself not understood!  
When I require what's for your mutual good,  
I shall repent the kindness, I have shown,  
And wish, you never had Ormasdes known.  Val: 
Madam, when you command, I must submit;  
— But will Ormasdes waking think it fit?  
Now to accept this Ring? and safer keep  
What he desires, than when he last did sleep;  
I had some pleasure, and no little pain;  
To put it on, and steal it off again.  
But now, since Gods and you, do all agree!  
Receive this bond of my Captivity.  Ormas: 
I kiss the hand, that freely gives it now,  
May thunder strike me dead, when I do bow  
To other Earthly Power, or wish a bliss,  
That Heaven can give, the Gods allowing this!  
Ormasdes heart, shall into incense turn,  
And in bright flames, before this Altar burn;  
So long as my fair Saint, does not despise,  
To look upon so mean a Sacrifice—  
— To you great Queen, I know not what to say,  
How to express a gratitude, that may  
Declare the glory of your life to be  
A perfect pattern, for Posterity.  Qu. 
Brave Lord, your Triumphs, and your Trophies still  
Increase our wonder! and our Nation fill,  
With such Esteem, as all my people may,  
With Honour, keep your Wedding, Holiday.  
And in our Story, after Ages show,  
Friendship, and Virtue, did together grow.   
FINIS.   

PANDORA, A Comedy.  
By S it WILLIAM KILLIGREW, Vice-Chamberlaine to Her MAJESTY.  
OXFORD, Printed by Hen: Hall Printer to the UNIVERSITY, for Ric: Davis, 1666.   


The Names of the Actors.  
The Prince of Syracuse.  
Theodocia his Daughter.  
Pandora, a great Lady of the Prince his Family.  
Lindamira, a Lady of Quality.  
Lonzartes, Right Heir to the Principality.  
Clearcus, a Lord of the Prince his Kindred.  
Silvander, a young Lord of the Court.  
Aristonicus, Three Councillors.  
Clothero, Three Councillors.  
Ormuseus, Three Councillors.  
Teretia, Ladies attending the Princess.  
Philora. Ladies attending the Princess.  
Three more Attending Ladies. For Pandora.  
Three more Attending Ladies. And Lindamira.  
Men-Dancers.  
Women-dancers.  
Sanga, Lackeys.  
and Geta. Lackeys.  
An Old-woman.    

The PROLOGUE.  
Lover's to You I come, without a Bribe,  
From one that boasts himself of your own Tribe,  
And therefore hopes, that your good Natures may  
On his behalf, above your judgements sway:  
What you'll see here is natural, all pretence  
He disavows, to Wit, or Eloquence:  
With Friendship he presents you, and with love,  
Such as are wont in his free breast to move;  
Such passions as he feels, our Author writes,  
And humours such, as he observes, indites:  
From Conversation bringing to the Stage,  
What he does think, will please the presents Age.  
And if you do not grudge your time here spent,  
He will accept it for a Compliment.   

PANDORA: OR THE CONVERTS. The SCENE in Syracutia.  

FIRST ACT.  Enter Lonzartes and Clearchus in long Grey Cloaks over their Rich clothes, with Sanga and Geta, two Lacques carrying Lanterns, the two Lords Enter a private House, the two Servants stay. San. 
COme Geta, our Lords have no more use of us, we may go sleep!  Geta. 
'Tis a fair time indeed to sleep, when day begins to break?— this is a lewd life, that our Lords do lead.  San: 
Why man? the Night was made for labourers to rest; and for great Lords to Revel in, come away.  Geta. 
My Lord, is not half so ill as thine.  Sanga. 
What's that to thee, or me, come away; we'll go to Beggar's Hall, and be as merry as our Lords.  Geta. 
No, no, I will no more sully my Credit, in thy company; I converse with our tall Dary-maid, who affords me Honours, thou canst not guess at Sanga! Oh the great Felicities! that do belong to chaste embraces? as I imagine!  San: 
I like Embraces well.  Geta: 
I mean by Wedlock man:  San: 
A Cox comb thou art, and a Cuckold thou wilt be; adieu Fool.  Geta. 
Adieu Rogue. Exeunt severally.  A noise within, Re-enter Clearchus, and Lonzartes, in the Dark. Clearcus. 
Bots on thy slippery heels; we are undone!  Lon. 
Let us draw, and stand upon guard, I hear some call within!  Cle: 
What was that strange noise, you made?  Lonza: 
At the bottom of the stairs I fell, which gave the Alarm to the Dogs, and they waked all the Family!  [Enter Old-Woman.] Woman. 
Oh my Lord! what have you done? all the House are up, pray stand close a while,— are you alone?  Cle: 
Yes, yes. Exit Old-woman.  Lonz: 
Thou art a very Villain Clearcus, thus to betray a poor Wench, that loves thee; and to force me accept a Favour I abhor to think on.  Cle: 
Be the blame mine, I have no joy in any thing, unless my friend participate;— If I have any skill in Woman; you will thank me for this favour, and say, you never had the like of Angelica.  Lon: 
Suppose she will not consent? must I ravish her?— you say she knows not of my coming.  Cle: 
I swear she does not.  Lonz: 
Would I were out again, these Romances please not me;— pray how must I proceed?  Cle: 
Thus, she is in Bed, the Room is dark, I'll entertain her with discourse, while you undress; then I'll retire, and soon return with Light, to let her see, my friend and I, must be as one man to her.  Lon: 
I wonder all Women do not hate thee, thou dost abuse all them that trust thee.  Cle: 
You are deceived Lonzartes, such silly Girls, do take it for a compliment, to recommend them to a Noble Friend!  Lonz: 
Well, I must now be subject to thy will, and do submit to do, what I detest!— me thinks this is a kind of Rape I undertake;— thou art too wild for my Converse Clearcus.  Clearcus. 
Hold your peace.  [Enter Old-Woman.] Woman. 
Hist, hist, my Lord!  Cle: 
Here, here.  Woman: 
Give me your hand, softly, softly, follow me.  Exeunt Woman, leading them off, holding hands. Enter the Old Prince of Syracuse, with Silvander, Aristonicus, Clothero, Ormuseus, and Train. Prlnce. 
How does Lonzartes bear his Suppression Aristonicus? now he is full-man grown.  Ariston: 
Like a wise man Sir, that will not seem to see, what he cannot remedy.  Pri: 
I have better thoughts for him, than he has for himself; if Clearcus spoil him not!  Ariston: 
When more years have overcome some evils, incident to youth▪ I hope he will be worthy your highest favours Sir.  Prin: 
Some of you should advise him to a little more sobriety, than Clearcus will allow of;— I apprehend Silvander, that the Corinthian will quarrel, for my refusing to treat his Marriage with Theodosia, whom I design another way:— she has aversion to him.  Silius: 
The Princes may be excused for her dislike, unto so fierce a man, the Corinthian Prince, is all Fire, and fury, which does fright, not win affection.  Prin: 
If Theodosia will be advised by me, I shall provide better for her;— you know Lonzartes right Silvander! if he were reclaimed, I would wish him to my Daughter.  Silius: 
I have some thoughts Sir, that Lonzartes does consort with wild Clearcus, and complies in all his Vanities, only to avoid your jealousy, of his higher thoughts of interest in the State! he is no fool Sir.  Prin: 
I wish it prove not too much his Nature, to be so debauched, for he has not higher thoughts of State-interest, than I have for him; he has been wronged Silvander, and I will endeavour to do him right, if he'll be worthy of it. Exeunt omnes.  [Enter Lonzartes and Clearcus in a Garden.] Cle: 
Why this grave face to me Lonzartes?  Lonz: 
Thou art so wild, that I have lost my credit by conversing with thee, which I must redeem, by keeping better company hereafter.  Cle: 
Wisely resolved, and in good time declared;— I have indeed observed, that you of late converse with Ladies, and delight in rich laced Satin, and in Silver Petticoats; as if you meant to turn Apostate; from the freedom we have had, and now seek your game in secret, my Lonzartes.  Lonz: 
If I should, pray which is most Honourable? and most suitable to my Quality? The daily terror of getting such diseases as inhabit your dark houses, has frighted me into better purposes.  Cle: 
Your Quality! I wish your Prince-ship had all the Ladies you desire, so I might have like freedom with their Maids.  Lonz: 
I shall not spoil your Market, but leave you those cheap cattle, at your own price.  Cle: 
See the difference now, between your Pride, and my Humility; you have studied, learned discourses too, such as must justify your conversion (as you call it) but have never weighed the difference of our crimes;— such thoughts Lonzartes, do move my tender Conscience, to take what I can find, for ready money; which I freely enjoy, without those frights you daily feel.  Lon: 
Thou dost mistake me, and exclaimest against crimes, I never understood.  Cle. 
You can counterfeit I know, and may cozen all the World, but me! I will not give my freedom up, to such follies as you serve, to be Master of all your wishes.  Lon: 
I shall not labour to convert you, but will take leave to despise your mean ways, while you envy mine.  Cle: 
Envy! by Violinus Eyes, I do despise you, and your ways, and will wager any thing you dare, that I enjoy this night a beauty more exact, than any cloth of Gold-Dame you treat with, I envy you! no, I pity you Lonzartes, that after such experience, at your years, you should be fooled so; confess now seriously, if you have ever met a better shape, a softer, or a whiter skin, or any more sweet, or more bewitching fair, and lovely, than my Angelina.  Lonz: 
If I have not! what then?  Cle: 
Why? she shall be Fine, and rich arrayed, when I so please! I can call her Sultaness too! and by my fancy, raise her above those, the World allows of.  Lon: 
I do believe thee, and thy fancy, alike extravagant.  Cle: 
But why so serious on the sudden? and so dull? you shall have good Cheer, and good Company to night, at the old place.  Lonz: 
I shall get an ill Conscience by it!  Cle: 
That sauce, agrees not with the Dainties we must feed on, pray lay by your Conscience, until morning.  Lonz: 
I wish I were well rid of thee, all thy Rhetorich shall never engage me, to meet such company again.  Cle: 
Why pray, how can you spend your time better?  Lonz: 
I do begin to hate myself, and will love thee no longer.  Cle: 
Very good;— Are not you the most debauched man in Syracuse? (except myself!) how come you by this impudence? to blush for going to a merry meeting? Is not your own Lodging, beyond a Scandal? are not all the Wenches in that Street, your Pensioners?— not love me; I will study to scorn you, and your love for ever; I despise a man, that does forsake his Principles.  Lonz: 
I begin to hate thy overmuch lewdness, and to see my own Deformities.  Cle: 
Not love me!  Lon: 
Come, I do love thee, too well I love thee, shall we go home, and put off this meeting?  Cle: 
Lonzartes, though I do love your Friendship, I do hate this Humour in you, that thus would lay a blemish on me.  Enter to them Lindamira and Teretia, not at first seen by them. Ter: 
See Lindamira, the two wild Princes are in our way, how shall we get by 'um?  Linz: 
Put on a confidence beyond theirs, and 'twill amaze them!  Ter: 
Can that be?  Lin: 
I'll be your Forlorn Hope, do but second me, and I'll secure your pass this time;— You'll see them start, shoot aside, as from a Basaliske! the honest Woman!  Ter: 
Barbarous!— I have heard indeed, they eat all virtuous Women!  Lin: 
They always look over us, as if they saw us not; but where they have an interest, or hope to gain it, they can like subtle Serpents, humbly creep, to flatter, and betray.  [He now sees the Ladies.] Cle: 
A prize, a prize Lonzartes, each of us one; let us reconcile for this booty, and dispute at leisure;— yond close walk invites; which will you assault?  Lin: 
Neither, they are both virtuous?  Cle: 
Who knows that? have they done sucking?  Lin: 
Dost thou think there be none virtuous, beyond their infancy!  Cle: 
Yes, much too many, but I hope better of these; give me the Woman, and keep her virtue to yourself:— I'll charge 'em both, there may be a Critical minute for me;— fair Ladies. [To them.]  Lin: 
Hold my Lord, you are out at first, one of us is very brown I assure you.  Cle: 
You do not think yourself so, or if you do, you think brown the best Madam.  Lin: 
I do indeed, think my Beauty such, as may prejudice your Lordship, if you dwell on it; which gave me boldness, to interrupt your set Speech; lest you engage passed retreating;— our business is to find the Princess.  Cle: 
And ours, to entertain those, who have nothing else to do.  Lin: 
How would you entertain us my Lord?  Cle: 
As young Gallants, use to treat Fair Ladies; with love, and our best service.  Lin: 
I have no employment for so great a Servant as your Lordship, and for love, I understand it not.  Cle: 
That you may do, is my ambition.  Lin: 
Nay, if you be come to ambition already! I guess your love will grow to such a Monster, in a moment, that I dread the thought on't.  Cle: 
You cut me off so short, you cannot apprehend, what I would say.  Lin: 
Therefore I do it, because I do not care to hear.  Cle: 
What have I done Madam, to merit this neglect from you?  Lin: 
In the behalf of all our sex, I am the chosen Champion, against all men, who do believe all Women do admire 'um.  Cle: 
When shall I have leave to speak? that I may inform you better.  Lin: 
When I have done.  Cle: 
When will that be?  Lin: 
When I am gone.  Cle: 
How can you be informed in absence?  Lin: 
As much as I desire to know, I know already,— my good wishes shall attend your Lordship;— come Teretia; we may find the Princess in the other walks. Exeunt.  Lon: 
Now Sir, how do you like this Lady's mettle?  Cle: 
Why, well, I like her, and her humour very well.  Lon: 
You thought her a sure prize.  Cle: 
I did but hope so at the first, now I am sure of her, she is my own, if ever we do meet alone;— by this severity, she has cozened Teretia, and you, and confirmed me.  Lon: 
I must laugh, to think how thou art mistaken, in this innocent freedom virtuous women use, and would give a good sum, to see thee but converse a Month or two, with persons of Honour, which I believe would reclaim thee, and fix those virtues, now lost in a Chaos of wild actions.  Cle: 
I marry, if you could show me a Woman, that would not be won; I would fancy some delight, to pass away an hour to two, at idle times; but all that I do meet with are mine, before I wish it, so that I am always forced to stand upon my guard amongst amongst.  Lon: 
That's no wonder, amongst those women you converse with;— shall I choose you a Mistress? and if you get her! let the reproach be mine.  Cle: 
Shall she be worth my pains? if so! I will think on't, when I have time to throw away;— come will you go with me yet?  Lon: 
I'll stay here a while.  Cle: 
I'll go before then, and make ready for you. Exit.  Lon: 
What pity 'tis, such parts should be so drowned!—  

Though I resolve to quit, I'm guilty still,  
If longer I do countenance his ill.   Enter to him, as in the Garden, the Princess Theodocia, Pandora, Lindamira, Teretia, and Ladies, and Silvander. Theod: 
Lonzartes, I have been laughing at Lindamiras relation of Clearcus humour; she says, she has abused him his own way, in the behalf of honest Women, whom he declares against.  Lon: 
The encounter indeed was pleasant, but the success is beyond her guess! for she thinks, that her neglects, have dashed his hopes, by which he is grown confident, that her seeming scorns, were only to dazzle our Eyes, while he doubts not to gain an interest.  Lin: 
I wish him joy my Lord, of his quick Victory, the next encounter, will decide this difference of Opinions.  Pan: 
But how dare you Lindamira, enter the lists of Wit, with young Clearcus, who has the sharpest tongue in Syracuse.  Lin: 
There is no contest so easy, his whole discourse to Women, is ever of love, or something like it! and does believe that all our souls, delight in nothing else, which makes me interrupt him still as he begins, and never hear him out.  Silius: 
Is that civil, to a person, of his Quality?  The: 
Is he not angry, when you slight him so?  Lin: 
No Madam, I am his mirth, and he is mine.  Lonz: 
If Pandora would permit! I do fancy his conversion might be wrought by her, and his Eclipsed virtues, made to shine brighter than his vices do.  Silius: 
'Twill be a Noble undertaking Madam.  Lin: 
I wish he were within my cure.  Pan: 
we'll join our forces Lindamira, for I shall easily consent unto so good a work, as may reclaim so great a person as Clearcus; a man so near allied unto the Duke! but how must this Charitable work be done?  Lonz: 
If you Madam, will admit his visits? for a Month or two, the cure of course will follow; for he who never yet conversed with civil Woman, will surely be concerned, when he shall see the harmless mirth, that virtue does allow, to persons of your Quality!  Pan: 
So, I be obliged no further then to civil visits, his birth does require that for him, which I deny to no man.  Lin: 
Leave the rest to me.  The: 
How happy are you Cousin, that may dispose of yourself as you please! I must speak, and look, and move, as my Father, and the State directs me.  Pan: 
Great Princes indeed, are bound to some strict Rules, most subjects understand not?  Lin: 
Your Highness complains without a cause, we hear the Duke will leave you to your own choice, only he will recommend.  The: 
When Parents recommend, 'tis so like command, it frights me to think whom it may be.  Pan: 
Now you are safe from the Corinthian, have no fear until you see occasion for it.  The: 
I wish my dear Cousin, you would marry too, I should then like it better: I now dread to put on that yoke, by all the World so much desired?  Pan: 
Will my being in the pound, get your Highness out of it? why would you have me run the hazard, to lose that happiness I now am sure of? by a single life;— If mwn did ever appear in their own likeness! we might choose some one, amongst many, worth the having, but in our sights, they are always disguised in such shapes, and humours, as they believe we like best, and so cozen us, and themselves too; for if they make us unhappy; it seldom fails, but we make them so.  Lin: 
No Oracle ever spoke truer; I am of your Sect Madam, (as to matters of Faith!) yet I would gladly have a Husband, though it be dangerous to put my heart into another's keeping, (And as my learned Author says,) to give my freedom up, unto I know not whom! (nor ever can do, till I have him)— this were a sad condition Madam, if we had not the same Arts to cozen them, that think to cozen us.  The: 
Would I could get a merry heart, like yours Lindamira.  Lin: 
I'll present your Highness with a piece of mine, I have enough for both.  Enter Messenger. Mess: 
Madam, the Prince calls for you.  The: 
I attend him, pray Cousin go with me to my Father.  Exeunt Ladies: Lon: 
A few such excellent Women, would make this World a Paradise!— how have I walked in the dark, till now? how strongly been misled, by my affection to Clearcus? that have approved, and acted in all his ills, begun upon design, and led on, till custom has almost changed my nature, but will no more now.  [Enter Clearcus to him.] Cle: 
How now Lonzartes? walking alone? take heed the Devil find thee not at leisure.  Lon: 
A greater than thyself, can hardly find me.  Cle: 
Very gravely replied, if I mistake not, you are whimpering after some great Lady, and now practising to play the fool wisely, to spend your time, adoring you know not who, nor why!  Lon: 
Thou art still i'th' wrong.  Cle: 
Let us meet then, at the old place to night.  Lon: 
That's a freedom, I shall never take more, you have converted me, beyond all the Homilies I ever read, you have made me ashamed of myself for being so long like you.  Cle: 
Oh Hypocrite! what new piece have you got? that I must not be trusted with; come tell me, and I'll cry up your Austere purpose, and rail at your conversion, as if I did believe it!  Lon: 
When you see me next in ill company, Lam then that Hypocrite you mention.  Cle: 
Out upon these tender Consciences, they spoil more mirth, than they are worth; let old folks hear Homilies, while we enjoy the time we have, and not whine away our youth, on dreams of virtue, which signify we know not what!  Lon: 
Peace Clearcus, thou are not half so ill as thou appearest, but dost glory in talking worse, than thou canst be.  Cle. 
What should we talk of more, than what we most delight in?  Lon: 
Of nothing less, because we often do delight, in what we ought not own;— Is't not enough to offend the Gods through frailty, which perverse nature does invite us to; but we must provoke Heaven, beyond sense, and appetite, by our discourse, as if we studied to defy those Powers, we ought to tremble at.  Cle: 
I hate Hypocrisy.  Lon: 
And I abhor to aggravate my crimes, by such unnecessary boastings, as thy wild brain delights in; when I offend, I am sorry for it, dost thou all honesty despise, all virtue slight?  Cle: 
How Lonzartes, will you confine honesty, and virtue, to the fruition of one Woman only? Fie, what a scandal is this to mankind? as if there were no honesty, nor virtue but in such chaste breasts as yours? what an affront to this good company, pray speak Gentlemen, is any here of his opinion? can you Lonzartes show me one young man, that looks as he were guilty? or any so old, who would be thought so weak?— Is this a fit design, to set up your Title to the Dukedom?  Lon: 
I see this is not the hour for your Conversion.  Cle: 
Nor shall ever live to see that hour, I hope.  Lon: 
Nor you I fear, ever live to taste, and relish the true felicity obtained, by such a conquest on thyself; but I will pray for thee, and thy conversion.  Cle: 
I had rather your Lordship were at jerusalem, then see that day of my conversion; what have I done Lonzartes? to deserve such ill from you, do not provoke me to a revenge.  Lon: 
Revenge, for what?  Cle: 
Can you ask for what? suppose the Gods should hear your prayers, and turn my heart, how miserable a man were I, how should I spend my time, for forty years to come; Is it not enough to forsake your cause, but you must seduce me too? Lonzartes, if you pray for me, I shall curse you heartily; I dare stay no longer with him.  Exit Clearcus. Lon: 
If this brave man this humour could expel,  
His Virtues would his Vices far excel.  
I have put on this Cloak of wantonness only to avoid being thought a serious man, left the Duke grow jealous of my pretensions to his Crown;— while the Duke is civil, and I am safe;— he shall be so too?— But if I find designs against me; I have Friends, and force enough, to gain my right by this;— Oh but Theodocia does unman me quite;— when I look on her, all these high thoughts do vanish, and I become the humblest creature in the Court:  

I have no Title, that I ere shall own,  
Unless she deign to raise me to the Throne.    

THE SECOND ACT.  Enter Lonzartes alone, Clearcus hoarkning at the Door. Lon: 
OH Cloris, Cloris! what strange unwonted pains I feel? what fears? what new disease congeals my blood?— if it be love, 'twill not offend the Gods, because my soul does now rejoice to find, Beauty and Virtue so divine, that both may be well worshipped at one Shrine.  [Clearcus chaps him hard on the Shoulder.] Cle: 
Are you talking in your sleep Lonzartes? or is it some divine meditation, thus transports you?  Lon: 
You are too rude Clearcus.  Cle: 
I cry you mercy Sir, you can be angry than I see; I thought your conversion, had set you above such passions, as we wicked men are subject to.  Lon: 
I do confess thou didst make me start, and speak hastily, but I am not angry, nor can be with thee: [Embraces him.]  Cle: 
I'll try your temper presently,— Oh! Beauty, and Virtue so Divine! both may be worshipped in one shrine; Ha, ha, ha.  Lon: 
What of this, you heard me repeat an old Song.  Cle: 
An old Song, to a new Tune Lonzartes: dost thou pray for my Conversion this way? must I get a Cloris to sigh after?— as thou dost;— I have heard all, and have observed thee too, I and do guess who Cloris is,— come, tell me quickly, that way to oblige me to silence; for if by my own skill, I do discover her, I'll lay thee open to the World, tell me who Cloris is, left I tell thee; Adieu. Exit.  Lonzar. 
How can he discover that I love? when I know it not yet myself!— Yet I may admire her, and by my adoration of her Virtues—  

— Be by them, from all meaner passions freed,  
When this new virtue, shall my vice exceed. Exit.   Enter Geta. Geta. 
What the Devil ails my Lord? his wont mirth is changed into hay ho's, and twenty times a day, he sends me on sleeveless Errands, that he may be alone; I think Lord Clearcus will prove the wisest man at last;— I have been five times this morning to inquire, if the Princess be in health! if she be stirring, or if near ready! if she go to the Temple!— And after Dinner I must inquire, if she have dined! if she comes forth in public! if she ride abroad; and thus twenty times a day, he tires me, with these silly Errands, when I might ask them all at once, and save much labour; I'll try if I can find some way to contract these Embassies;— 'tis well for my Lord, that his man is wiser than himself. Exit.  [Enter Silvander with Lindamira and her Maid.] Silvand: 
Do not my looks Lindamira enough express, what I would say?  Linda: 
Yes, to me, who do discern your passion thus suppressed, more clear, then by those loud noises, which some Lovers most delight in.  Silius: 
But how shall I be assured, this is not Raillery?  Lin: 
Cannot you judge by my looks, as well as I by yours? what kind of security do you require? I have no Citizens that will be bound for my good behaviour!  Silius: 
A serious word or two, with a kind look confirmed, will secure me against the World.  Lin: 
Will this look serve? and I am yours, suffice for words? with this hand given from my heart! engage beyond your wish.  Silius: 
It does, may I be—  Lin: 
Nay, no strong lines I beseech you, make me not jealous by professing more, than I expect.  Silius: 
I am confirmed, passed ever doubting more.  [He kisses her Hand.] Lin: 
I shall try your temper, if my merry humour hold!  Silius: 
'Tis that free innocence, takes me!  Lin: 
And that I can afford enough of, at an easy rate.  [Enter Clearcus to them, Silvander goes off.] Lin: 
Your Lordship was going another way, pray let not me divert you, my lodging is far off.  Cle: 
Madam, I have long sought an opportunity to kiss your hands there.  Lin: 
You may do it here, and save the labour of going so far for nothing.  Cle: 
Do you call that honour nothing, which I do prize above the World? and would give all my interest on Earth, to purchase one kiss of your fair hands, by a free consent.  Lin: 
The World is little beholding to your Lordship, for so low a value, that will give all your interest on Earth, for a kiss of my Hand, and this, I must in civility, look, as if I did believe.  Cle: 
I'll swear it Madam.  Lin: 
That's as easy done, as said, but I am hard of Faith.  Cle: 
How shall I obtain more credit?  Lin: 
I'll show you a short way; bring me a conveyance of half your Land, and you shall have two kisses of my hand, three if you please; and as you like your Market, you may have more, for the other half of your Estate! and this is much cheaper, then to give all the World at once for such an honour!  Cle: 
Why do you mock me? who truly love, and honour you, above all women! by those Fair Eyes I do.  Lin: 
How can I believe it? when I know you talk thus, to every woman that you meet.  Cle: 
May my hopes near prosper, if you are not the only object of my heart.  He offers to kiss her Hand. Lin: 
No touching good my Lord, my affairs calls me away, I must be gone.  Cle: 
And I must wait on you home Madam.  Lin: 
I'll rather stay here this Twelvemonth, then give your Lordship that trouble.  Cle: 
Am I such a Monster, in the opinion of all women, as you make me?  Lin: 
I must take care you make not me one;— Oh happy deliverance!  Enter to them, Theodocia, and Pandora, and Silvander. Cle: 
This is such a piece of nicety, as I near met before;— these are no company for me. Exit.  The: 
Stay Clearcus, I would speak with you;— my Cousin Pandora tells me, you Court Lindamira, which herself does not much deny.  Cle: 
I am practising I must confess, how to talk to Ladies, and have learned some speeches to that purpose, whereof Lindamira has had her share.  Theod: 
You have mocked her then! and intent her only for your mirth! [He makes a leg.]  Lin: 
Methinks his silence, and that leg, shows more love to me, than I know what to do with.  [aside.] Silius: 
Excellent Girl! how she plays with his wanton humour!  [Enter to them Lonzartes.] Cle: 
Nay, if Lonzartes fall on me too? I shall be overwhelmed with wisdom.  Lon: 
Now there is some hope of him, his look is Civilised already.  Pan: 
Are you not pleased Clearcus? to see the whole Court concerned for you? to see yourself so valued, methinks it should stir up the Noble Blood of your great Ancestors, to set you on to such actions, as may outshine their stories, and not lose one day more, in your wild ways.  Cle: 
Madam, Your Language, and your looks, agree with your great Soul; I can be proud to be so taught, when the Princess Theodocia, and you direct, 'twere great stupidity to show neglect; but in my Opinion Madam, one of a family is enough to be a Saint;— 'twould take from great Lonzartes credit, and render his conversion no rarity▪ if I should become virtuous too, in the same year.  The: 
Pandora, and I, are much obliged to you, for your good opinion of us, I wish all our Sex were so too.  Cle. 
My opinion, and my practice, differ very much Madam; I do honour virtue in your Sex, as much as any man; but my Talent lies the other way, Lonzartes does enough illustrate the Platonic Name, and Eminently maintain, that high seraphic flame, which is above my reach.  Lon: 
Tell me now Clearcus, is there not more relish in this Conversation? then with your Getinas, and your Angelinas'!— that blush shows well, there is some hopes of grace in that blush.  Cle: 
Hold your prattling, my conversion does not belong to you.  Lon: 
I hope I may direct you to a Lady, that will work that wonder.  Cle: 
Hold your peace then, till we be alone.  The: 
we'll be gone Pandora, and not hinder so good a work;— you shall neither of you go with us, about if you please Clearcus, Lindamira may walk with you a little longer.  Cle: 
No Madam, I have enough of her already, she out-wits me; we shall near agree.  Lin: 
I have got credit enough for a young Soldier, by my honourable retreat, from so hot a charge. Exeunt Silvander and Ladies.  Lon: 
Let us now pursue our Argument, for thy Conversion.  Cle: 
It comes on a pace;— what a fine Gentleman are you grown, since the Spirit of Chastity has possessed you? and you hope that I will live chaste, that I may have the honour, and felicity to be in love!— to be a fool! to entangle myself in nets that I shall near get out of! I'll none of it.  Lon: 
Let my old Friendship so far prevail, that on my request you will sometimes converse with Pandora, if thy visits do engage her to undertake thy cure! and she do work that Miracle! she must value what herself has made worthy of herself; for so wilt thou be, if thy wand'ring fancy, were once fixed?  Cle: 
So then all this bustle, is to make me in love; though you know, I have been a thousand times in love already.  Lon: 
I Clearcus, I know thy thousands, but I would have thee once in love.  Cle: 
I never will be mad, as you are; yet to give you, and the World satisfaction in this point; I will condemn myself to one Month's penance, and make experiment to look, and talk as idly with Pandora, as you do with your Divinest Cloris!— If I were sure Pandora were not to be won; I could fancy a pretty kind of pastime, by raising my desires to hopes of what I cannot have! but I could never meet a Woman yet, that was impregnable; and my nature is not capable of being converted, by any that I can conquer;— Pray Sup at my Chamber this night.  Lon: 
I will not fail, if you will go with me unto Pandora?—  

And visit her, while this good motion's warm,  
Against all your fears, I'll fit you with a charm.   Cle: 
I go. Exeunt.  Enter Pandora with Lindamira and Ladies in her Chamber, and Silvander. Pand: 
Lindamira, you must be my second, they will be two to one else.  Lin: 
Gladly Madam, I cannot wish a gentler Enemy, then him that thinks he has me at his mercy.  Pan: 
But if you be over-sharp upon him, you may hinder the great work, we undertake! and make him hate all honest Women for our sakes.  Lin: 
I shall use him with more Art, and lead him on with hopes, that all our Sex do scramble for him;— if I can fit his Fancy, and his Wit, I'll engage him in a concern for you, and then manage my young Gallant to my will, till I confute his common places, so often urged to the prejudice of Ladies, I cannot fancy better sport, then to see 〈◊〉 mad in love with you Madam.  Pan: 
The Gods forbid, I would not cure him at that rate, for my own sake, and his; left that prove a greater evil, than he now has; I shall be very careful, to give him no encouragement, for thoughts of that nature, my undertaking is not beyond a common civility, as to all others of his Rank.  Lin: 
That will do it, if I mistake not;— and catch you both I hope,— here he comes?  Enter Lonzartes, and Clearcus. Lon: 
Madam, I have brought my Friend, to kiss your hand.  Cle: 
Thus far Madam, in order to my engagement, I have given you the trouble of the first visit, I ever made against my will.  Pan: 
Your Lordship, does me honour; came you now from Court?  Cle: 
Yes Madam, and left the Princess Theodocia in great compliments with her kind Father, who has now declared against the proud Corinthian, and given Theodocia, her free choice where she please.  Pan: 
You tell me News, beyond my hopes, this will raise the Princess drooping Spirits again; I wonder she is not here by this time.  Lon: 
The Duke and she, are not yet parted Madam;— how now Lindamira, are you tonguetyed? no welcome for my Friend, to encourage him to like of civil company;— You look as if you feared to lose your Gallant.  Cle: 
No, no, she knows she has too fast hold of my heart, to part so easily.  Lin: 
'Tis honour enough for me, to be in the number of your Martyrs Sir. [She Sighs.]  Pan: 
How long have you two been acquainted?  Lin: 
Ever since last night Madam. [She Sighs]  Pan: 
And dost thou sigh already?  Lin: 
'Tis only to give you warning by my harms.  Pan: 
I thank your care, but I am armed against the World  Cle: 
That's good News Lonzartes, there is some hope, she has made firm resolves against Wedlock; that I may assault her with security.— [Aside.]  Lon: 
You may, you may.  Cle: 
Madam, You speak, as if you held mankind at a defiance.  Pan: 
By way of Marriage I do, but I can value all men that I see worthy.  Cle: 
He must be a bold man, who does design beyond the favours you allow, but have you made vows against marriage Madam?  Pan: 
No vows, but such resolves, as are unchangeable.  Lon: 
You are severe to men.  Lin: 
If all Women were of your opinion Madam? how should the World be Peopled.  Cle: 
I marry Madam, that was well urged.  Pan. 
I thought Lindamira you would have been on my side.  Lin: 
So I am, when you are in the right, this is our common cause; Suppose you bring these two Lords, and they bring twenty more, to be of your judgement, and this Heresy should spread; what will become of us, who think of nothing else but Marriage?  Lon: 
She tells you true Madam, when her own concern is at stake, you may excuse her.  Pan: 
I do, and will make good my argument alone.  Cle: 
Never to marry Madam?  Pan: 
Never my Lord, is my full resolve.  Cle: 
You are the happiest, and the wisest Lady living! and I the joyfullest man, if you'll permit me to adore you at this distance, for I am of your own opinion Madam.  Lin: 
Two fanatics well met.  Pan: 
So long as your respects be free from love, my house is open to you.  Cle: 
You are all witnesses, that this Lady does adopt me her avowed Gallant, on the conditions before mentioned:— you give me leave Madam to talk of love, and to carry up this jest, as high, as he who really does love.  Pan: 
I do, so it be ever in public; all private visits, and all whisper are excepted.  Cle: 
'Tis enough Madam;— This is a pretty kind of Entertainment, I never thought of: Lonzartes, thou art in the right, this will he sport beyond my hope.  Lon. 
But how does Lindamira like, to see her new Gallant, thus taken from her?  Cle: 
'Tis her own fault, she might, have fix'd me another way, if she had been wise!  Pan: 
Indeed Lindamira, I thought not of your concern, and did conclude too rashy, but I will use my interest on your behalf.  Lin: 
— 'Twill not be needful Madam, I know all his professions to you, are meant to me.  Cle: 
Very prettily contrived,— This is a new kind of wit, I never heard of; so than you are to love me, in spite of your Teeth, and I you, and I you, in spite of mine; what will this come to at last?  Lon: 
Mirth man, all the year a constant mirth:— Is not this better than spending your time in a smoky house, with your old Acquaintance?  Cle: 
I cannot tell you that, till I have tried this, as long as I have the other.  Lin: 
Pray my Lord, do not peswade your Friend, all this earnest is a jest, I allow you as much mirth as you please, so the conclusion be serious.  Pan: 
We must leave the success unto the Fates;— Clearcus may in time have pity on you Lindamira, he does not yet believe, you are in earnest.  Cle: 
Nor ever shall do Madam, till I see her heart break, and then 'twill be too late.  Lin▪ 
He dissembles well, for so young a Scholar Madam.  Lon: 
We have done all well methinks, and now 'tis time that we retire.  Cle: 
How soon may I make my next visit to you Madam?  Pan: 
As often as you please my Lord, at public hours.  Exeunt Silvander, and the two Lords. Lin: 
How did I perform my part Madam?  Pan: 
You fell too soon into your humour, he sees you mock him.  Lin: 
That's all I aim at, he has too much wit to be abused; my only business is to let him see, that he cannot cozen me;— I believe you will see this Scene changed, at his next visit, if I have any skill, you will be troubled with him.  Pan: 
I am armed at all points, against all men, and him most.  [Enter Theodocia, and Ladies.] The: 
Oh Cousin! I am freed from all my fears, and come to rejoice with you.  Pan. 
I have rejoiced already Madam, and have begun a Scene of mirth, will hold us long;— Had your Highness come a little sooner, you had found the late Convert Lonzartes, and his Friend Clearcus here, who is become my avowed Gallant, and looks as if he liked our company already.  The: 
Then you have hopes to cure him;— Pray order it so, as I may come to your next meeting, my heart is now so light, that I could play with any thing;— Can I have no part in your Comedy?  Lin: 
For two reasons, your Highness can only be a looker on, 'tis petty Treason to make love to you, though in jest; and then your beauty is too dangerous to be dallied with; these be edge-tools, too sharp for us to play with.  The: 
Why may not Princes participate in such innocent mirth● we make stricter Rules than need; true virtue will shine through such thin clouds, without a prejudice, and be above the reach of vile Tongues.  Pan: 
I Madam, if you could show a rule, to distinguish between Innocence, and Gild;— But we often see that Angelical virtues are aspersed, by malicious tongues, and no quality exempt, from rude censures.  Lin: 
I differ in opinion, Princes may enjoy harmless mirth, as freely as we; to be too much reserved, does look like disguise.  The: 
I would be so merry Lindamira, as should defy all scandal, and with an open face, justify it to the World; to wear always a stiff-state look is intolerable.  Pan: 
Private persons may be bold that way, when few Eyes observe,— But Princes are set on Pirameds', for all to see, and imitate.  The: 
You shall not fright me from your mirth, with this grave Lecture, are they not both, my near Relations, whom you endeavour to reclaim? why may not I share it so worthy a design,— I fear Lindamira she doubts lest I may gain her Gallant from her.  Lin: 
She may well be jealous, if your Highness undertake him, I shall have small hopes, if you two quarrel for him.  The: 
Why Lindamira? is Silvander vanished?  Lin: 
No Madam, the more Trophies I can fairly get by Victories on others, will raise his Conquest higher, who gains me from the rest.  The: 
Thou art safe, and mayest say any thing, Silvander is thy security, against all scandal, though you carry it thus unconcerned, the secret spreads.  Lin: 
'Tis time it should do so, now we do own  
Our love, 'tis fit the secret should be known.  
Your Highness may assist, while you look on,  
Though only we, the active part do own.  The: 
Let us retire to council then. Exeunt.  [Enter Teretia, and Geta.] Ter: 
What is thy business honest Geta? How does Lonzartes thy brave Lord?  Geta. 
My Lord is in good health of body Madam, his brains are only out of order.  Ter: 
How meanest thou Geta, has he got a blow on his head?  Geta: 
Only some fumes from his heart Madam, makes his head addle, 'tis called the Spleen of late, and much in fashion; his Lordship does desire to know the Princess mind this morning, what she means to do all day?  Ter: 
This will be a hard question, to the Princess fasting, why would he know all this now?  Geta. 
Because he has some great affairs for me to manage, and cannot spare me to ask, so often as I use to do.  Ter: 
Of what nature, be thy particular queries Geta?  Geta. 
He would know how she slept last night? in what health now? by what hour she will be dressed? when to her devotions? and then, where she walks this morning? and if she dine in public? then, how she intends to pass her time till night? else I must come twenty times, for what you may at once dispatch me.  Ter: 
And does Lonzartes send thee, to inquire all this at once?  Geta. 
These Women are so silly, they cannot reach a deep design; [aside.]— No, but he does every day make me trouble myself, and every body that I meet, to ask these questions severally, which I would do at once, to show him I am a man of quick dispatch.  Ter: 
Oh! is that the matter? I can fit thee with one answer to all these;— Tell thy Lord, the Princess did take cold last night, and will keep her bed all day.  Geta. 
I like it well, and wish her Highness would do so this month.  Ter. 
Out Traitor, I'll make thy Lord brain thee for that wish.  Geta: 
Why Madam? I meant no harm, 'twas but to save you the trouble, and me the same questions to morrow, and so on till Doomsday, I think!  Ter: 
Well Sirrah, for this time, I'll not complain of you, this Jest shall excuse your knavery.  Geta. 
This will be a playday for me, I like this lying a Bed well.  Exeunt.  

THE THIRD ACT.  [Enter Lonzartes and Clearcus.] Clear. 
TEll me then, who Cloris is!  Lon: 
Thou art so mad, I dare not trust thee.  Clear: 
I will know now, or break all friendship!  Lon: 
I have not interest enough, to make a visit yet, and thou wouldst have me own, that I do love, before I do!  Clear: 
Tell me but who she is! what your hopes are! and what you wish! that I may join, in your design.  Lon: 
I have yet not design, nor any hope, for what I wish!  Clear: 
But do you think any Woman may not be, what you can wish? if you approach her the right way!  Lon: 
Thou art so much Devil grown, thou canst not discern the Angelical nature that is in those, who are virtuous of that Sex; thou hast no tincture of goodness left, but art become a Monster of mankind!  Clear: 
All this, will not fix your Herecy on me! I shall never learn to flatter a few grave Matrons, to be laughed at, by all that are worth wishing for!— come, shall I know Cloris yet? this is the last time of ask.  Lon: 
Ere long, you shall; if I do prosper in my pretence!  Clear: 
Oh! is it come to a pretence! then look to yourself, lest I discover Cloris to the World! and make you wish, that you had trusted me.  Enter to them, Theodocia, Pandora, Lindamira, Teretia, and Ladies, and Silvander. The: 
Where did you leave my Father Lonzartes?  Lon: 
I have not seen the Prince to day Madam.  The: 
I was told, that you were just now walking with him.  Cle: 
That may well be Madam, for his brains do crow of late;— do ye see how he stands; Lonzartes, the Princess speaks to ye.  Lon: 
To me, does your Highness command me any thing?  Silvander and Lindamira entertain themselves in whisper. Cle: 
Did not I tell you Madam, that his brains are turned, he neither hears, nor sees of late; The Idea of his Seraffick love, takes him wholly up, from all converse with us mortals.  Lon: 
Hold your prating, or I shall be angry.  Pan: 
What has made you so grave of late Lonzartes? all your wonted mirth is gone.  Lon: 
No man is always in good humour Madam.  Cle: 
He's in Love Madam, on my knowledge, o'er head and ears in Love.  Pan: 
In Love, Lonzartes, I thought you had not been at leisure, to be in Love;— 'Tis your fault Clearcus, that have not counselled your friend better.  Cle: 
Thus am I chid for your follies, who reject all my Counsels, and refuse all my approved Antidotes, which do preserve me against that Serpent (you call Love) while he conversed with me, he was safe Madam.  Lonz: 
Thou hast fooled enough Clearcus, the Princess, and all the company are weary of it:— If your Highness allow him this freedom, he will grow troublesome.  The: 
Is it Love Lonzartes? or is Clearcus only merry with you?  Lon: 
Your Highness knows him too well, to credit all he says this way, he is at this time, very angry, that I have chid him for his lewd life, and hath with-drawn myself from his ill company, which he im●putes to my being in Love.  Cle: 
I say he is in Love, most seriously in Love; shall I unmask this grave Reformado, and show you the Lady now?  The: 
If Lonzartes be content, I would gladly see her, whom he thinks worthy of his heart.  Cle: 
No matter for his consent Madam, so you like it:— And thus I [He holds them all to Lonzartes, one by one.] begin my trial;— By your good leave Lady— 'tis not here;— nor is it this;— nor is it you Lady?  Lin: 
I lament the loss of such an honour.  Lon: 
Thou art become a pretty fool Clearcus, dost thou not observe how all the Court do laugh at thee?  Cle: 
Yes, and shall make them laugh at you, ere I have done; if Pandora will make the next trial.  Pan: 
I am content to try, what this will come to.  Cle: 
Now Sir, have at you;— 'tis not your good fortune neither Madam.  The: 
How can you make Lonzartes an amends, for all this abuse?  Cle: 
I will give him present satisfaction, if your Highness will permit me to bring him to you?  The: 
To me! think you Lonzartes is in love with me?  Cle: 
'tis a Cloris in the Clouds, one much above his reach, which you only are Madam.  The: 
With all my heart, I shall be proud to own his conversion, as a Trophy of my Honour.  Cle: 
See if his guilt do not make him avoid the trial;— stop him [Lonzartes is going out.] there; Lonzartes, the Princess calls you.  Lon: 
I'll cut thy Throat.  [He holds Lonzartes to the Princess.] Cle: 
He threatens me,— guilty I'll warrant;— now Madam, do you see no alteration in his face?— no change yet? speak all,— you are all assistants in this judgement.  [Lonzartes throws him off in anger.] Lon: 
It will disturb a Saint, to be thus subject to the fancies of a fool.  The: 
Be not disturbed Lonzartes, you take this in earnest, which we look on as a jest, only to pass the time; Clearcus has more wit, then to be in earnest.  Lon: 
I hope your Highness will not prefer his follies, before my professions, who disclaim such a presumption.  The: 
If you turn this jest to earnest Lonzartes, I shall believe Clearcus;— I take it now as Ralliery;— I wonder Lindamira you get not hold of some young Lover's heart?  Lin: 
I have twenty in store Madam, more than I know what to do with.  Pan: 
Then you allow as many Lovers, as you can get, and mean to choose the best.  Lin: 
I think 'tis credit for Women to be admired and honoured by worthy men; it shows a value, to move so many, to a general esteem, and must be the Woman's fault if she deserve a censure.  The: 
You are in the right Lindamira, men may design, but Women may destroy, faster than they can build; my thanks, unto Clearcus for our mirth.  Cle: 
Mirth ought to be our business Madam.—  

— The angry Gods affords cross Fates, to give  
Us griefs enough, and troubles while we live.   Exeunt Lonzartes and Clearcus severally. Enter the Prince and Lords, who meet the Ladies going off. Prince. 
We were now discoursing of your Gallant Pandora, have you hopes to work this miracle.  Pan: 
This Lady and I, have ventured our credits on his conversion Sir.  Prince. 
To reclaim him, were a good work; but suppose he fall in Love with either of you.  Pan: 
At his peril that, let Lindamira look to herself, I am safe.  Lin: 
I have a sure retreat Sir, 'tis but seeming to comply, and he'll give o'er; for he can love none that he can conquer, and I am resolved rather to be vanquished, than not to be rid of him, when I see my time.  Silius: 
Could all her Beauty with my love expire,  
Her flowing Wit, would still create new Fire. Aside.  [Enter to them Clearcus and Lonzartes.] Prince. 
You two I know, come now from exercising of your Troops.  Cle: 
No Sir, we went hence just now; I wish my Troop here to guard me.  Prince. 
Have you an Enemy in view Clearcus?  Cle: 
I have many Sir, that have robbed me of my peace, I cannot sleep of late, but have a thousand fancies, which do set my brains on fire.  Prince. 
Take heed it prove not love.  Cle: 
That is the danger Sir, for if Pandora do keep her resolve for single life; I may be in love; for I do feel strange alterations, that I know not what to make of!  Lin: 
Have you no affection left for me my Lord? can you so soon forget your last night's professions?  Cle: 
Now Sir, you see how I am assaulted, I shall be pulled in pieces presently.  Prince. 
Silvander and I, will secure you from Lindamira.  Cle: 
If I were assured you could Sir, I should like her wit, and humour well,— but I fear,— if I should be in earnest, she would be so too.  Lin: 
You see his inclination is for me Madam, so that what ever he shall say to you hereafter, is meant to me.  Cle: 
Nor so, nor so, sweet Lady, I do respect Pandora, above all her Sex; you throw out hooks, to catch young Gallant, she neglects those are laid for her, that's my danger.  Prince. 
What riddle is this Clearcus? dost thou desire that thy desires may not be answered?  Cle: 
Yes Sir, from some persons, for if my love be returned, all ends in the fruition, (as most Examples show,) But if Pandora keep her resolve for single life, than I can raise my fancy while I live, to Adoration of her Beauty, and that Virtue, with a continual delight, which will last while I last, so she do never yield!  The: 
You are then my Lord, the happiest lover living, for you will find my Cousin, just as you wish.  Pan: 
Pray Madam, answer not too fast for me, for if I find Clearcus a person of such Noble Nature, beyond what I did ever hope to meet in man; I may change my Opinion of men, for his sake; and therefore 'tis best to find some other sport, lest we destroy each other.  [He starts.] Cle: 
Look you now? I am Treypand!  ●he: 
Start not Clearcus, she but mocks you, you are both engaged for this Month, to entertain us, and yourselves, no going off now.  Pan: 
I shall not break Covenants.  Cle: 
Nor I Madam, though I do sometimes remind you, of your resolve against Marriage, whereon depends my bliss, secure me but of that, and I am ever yours.  Pan: 
I shall endeavour what I can, to give you that satisfaction.  Cle: 
I kiss your fair hand on that word, which has given new life to my doubtful heart, and now I do defy Lonzartes gravity, to put his heart in a more loving dress, than mine shall be hereafter.  Prince. 
If Lonzartes can love too, my wonder ceases!  The: 
He is my servant Sir, and has a chief part in the Comedy.  Prince. 
I like your pastime well, but me thinks Lonzartes looks as if he were compelled unto his part, and will do it scurvily.  Lin: 
That's the sport Sir, and will afford the more variety.  Lon: 
I shall be glad Sir, if I might be excused.  The: 
By no means Servant, what an affront is this, that I must beg your favour, in the face of the whole Court to own me?  Prince. 
You must not be so grave Lonzartes, all is for our mirth.  Cle: 
Now Sir, have not I done your work for you?  Lon: 
Would thou wert hanged, hold thy peace.  Cle: 
Give me better words, or I'll talk aloud.  Lon: 
Was ever man thus hampered between jest and earnest?  Lin: 
They are comparing Notes in private; there's Treachery in their Faces; I'll play no more.  Prince. 
When begins the love Clearcus? this is only talking of it.  Cle: 
It is begun already Sir; if I had not valued this excellent Lady above the World; I had not ta'en this care to secure my interest to a perpetuity.  Lin: 
Madam, you are not to believe a word of this, for he has with the same grave Face, sworn the same to me but yesterday.  Cle: 
That was in jest Madam, but now every action of my life, shall justify each syllable I utter unto you.  Pan: 
I shall endeavour to believe it my Lords, and yet allow you the same Christian liberty with Lindamira, and the rest, as you had before.  Cle: 
Madam, you speak, as though you did not value my respects, now my whole soul is set to serve, and honour you alone.  Pan: 
I must confess, I cannot change my faith, so fast as you do your discourse;— And then, as I remember, my lesson is to keep my distance, lest I lose my lover.  Cle: 
True Madam, as to comply, but you are to see, and credit my ambitious love, and to admit it with the same esteem, I serve you.  Pan: 
How can I do that, and not return you love for love? and than you will despise me; pray my Lord, at your next visit, bring my part in Writing, that I may not err in it.  Prince. 
She is in the right Clearcus, you now seem to seek such contradictions, as all the Court will laugh at; consult with Lonzartes, against your next visit.  Exit Prince and Train. Lon: 
If he will follow my advice, he may do well Sir;— now we are alone, tell me what crotchets next? prithee make me understand what thou wouldst have Pandora do?  Cle: 
I think you were best release me the residue of my Month, that I may go seek my wits, where I last left them;— must I see none of my old friends, until this Month be over?  Lon: 
If you consider your promise, not see one of them.  Cle: 
Then shall I be lost, if those preservatives be all forbid me; I do find already love will be Predominant.  Lonz: 
The better for you if it be;— let us now talk seriously;— suppose Pandora may be won, can you fancy a happiness on Earth, beyond having her?  Cle: 
Yes, I do fancy that having twenty, is better than any one in Christendom!  Lon: 
Thou dost not love then, else, that one beloved, has more variety than a thousand.  Cle: 
Make but that good, I'll marry her to morrow.  Lon: 
You think then she is already at your dispose.  Cle: 
When she once sees that I am in earnest, she will be, who will have her; and the truth is Lonzartes, I do like her best of all I ever talked with, and have great fear that I shall be like other men, who never value what they have, which makes me covet what I cannot get.  Lon: 
Suppose some other do obtain her, while you are thus long resolving?  Cle: 
Nay, I am resolved no other shall ever have her.  Lon: 
And you resolve for her too.  Cle: 
Yes, she cannot in honour engage to any, while I pretend.  Lon: 
Art thou turned fool, to think thus? be more serious, or thou wilt be despised.  Cle: 
Why do you not allow me some relief then? to live a whole Month honest, will put my blood into a flame; I have tempted all I meet, and all within these Walls prove honest.  Lon: 
By your own experience then, you will find that Courts are Nurseries of virtue, and are only scandalised by such vild persons, as would have the clearest innocence aspersed, that their own guilts might be no wonder;— you find few virtuous persons, amongst Censurers.  Cle: 
That's true, but take heed Lonzartes, you do not lead me into snares that will destroy me, for I already find some inclination; towards Pandora, which I am ashamed to own, lest I be laughed at.  Lon. 
You have reason, for there can none of us believe thee.  Cle: 
You have made me a fine Gentleman in a few days:— if Pandora be of your mind, adieu to your Philosophical Love.  Lon: 
I hope thou art too fast to free thyself.—  

Thou playest with flames, which undiscovered bourn,  
Until they do thy heart to Ashes turn. Exit Lon▪   Cle: 
Did ever man betray himself as I have done? by putting Fetters on in jest, which already are become so fixed, I cannot shake 'em off, but must humbly beg, to be allowed to worship that Divine Nature, I so much despised in virtuous Women, and must now confess:—  

If I do neither Faith, nor Favour find,  
The God of Love is just, though he be blind. Exit.   Note, that all the Play through, when Silvander and Lindamira speaks not, they are to whisper 〈◊〉 in private discourse. [Enter Theodocia and Lindamira.] Lin: 
If your Highness do consider Lonzartes' Worth, and his great Birth, as it deserves; whose Ancestor was not many Ages since, by yours, but by this Dukedom, on a nice point, (as I have heard;) so that to me Lonzartes' love, looks like a Divine direction, to his Restauration.  The: 
I am of Pandora's mind for single life, and have as small a value for that idle passion you call love, as she.  Lin: 
Your Highness may as well judge what they do in China, as guess at our Felicities that Love?— I can kiss the ground that my Silvander treads on, with more relish, than all other joys can bring me.  The: 
You have high fancies that lead you on to hopes, which you may never find.  Lin: 
Those hopes are more delightful! then an Age of dull life without them; if your Highness did converse as much with me, as with Pandora, I should convert you.  The: 
Why do you not then change her severity, against men?  Lin: 
I had not the honour to be known to her, before her heart was set another way; but yet 'll'le try what I can do.  The: 
I wish Silvander may answer your expectation Lindamira; but if such honour, and such bliss accompany your loves, why thus long carried on i'th' dark? and why not yet avowed.  Lin. 
'Tis now avowed unto the Duke, though I took time to know my Gallant, before I did admit his Love, and on long trial found his silent looks, did speak more truth, than such loud noises, as most passions make; we whisper our hearts to one another, with a sincerity beyond the reach of loud professions.  The: 
You praise Silvander as if you meant to sell him.  Lin: 
He is no Prince Madam, and is therefore safe from you.  The: 
The less safe, if I so pleased;— do you believe his virtue, and his love so great, that I could not win him from you, for a Friend of mine?  Lin: 
I do, and shall not think him a loss, who can be won from me, by the greatest Princess in the World?  The: 
If I could once see such a man, I might change my opinion.  Lin: 
Why don't you try Lonzartes?  The: 
He is too much concerned to be played with;— you dare not venture your fine man then?  Lin: 
I dare, and do desire it withal my heart, and do voluntarily engage, not to work against your Highness.  The: 
And I am resolved to try his faith to you, it may cure Lonzartes to see himself neglected, when another's chosen, though but in jest, for I can pity, though I do not love him.  Lin: 
And 'tis my desire to have Silvanders' faithful love, made Eminent by this temptation.  [Enter Lonzartes, and Silvander to them.] The: 
In what humour left you Clearcus my Lords?  Lon: 
In such as does become his greatness Madam.  The: 
Most brave men are often puffed up with vain glory, that does Eclipse those virtues, which themselves do over-value.  Lin: 
Your Highness is severe to men, but all are not so vain.  The: 
Most are, when we do value them too much,— yet I confess I am well pleased, when I find men worthy my esteem.  Lin: 
How does that appear? when your Highness does despise mankind by your resolves against them.  The: 
To show how much you are mistaken; help me to unpin this Jewel;— wear this Silvander for my sake; I'll own it to the World, that I do value men of Worth.  Silius: 
Madam, I understand not what this kind of favour means; I hope your Highness does not choose me for mirth.  The: 
Do you Silvander raise mirth from my Favour?— come with to Lin: aside. me Lindamira;— I do command you to stand near us, within hearing;— I will not run the hazard of any Censure, by this trial to satisfy my curiosity, concerning Lovers, such high Romantic Lovers! who soar above the reach of all temptations.  Lin. 
I shall obey you Madam, though I desire it not.  Exeunt Ladies. [The Men stand amazed.] Sil. 
Can you guests Lonzartes, what this tends to?  Lon. 
'tis a Riddle far beyond my understanding. Exit Lonz:  [Lindamira Reenters to Silvander.] Lin. 
Wake, wake Silvander, the Sun shines bright upon thee; Theodocia dotes on thy Virtues, and will advance thy youth, much faster than thy own wishes can propose.  Silius: 
How Lindamira! have you so mean thoughts of me?  Lin: 
So high thoughts, why may not the Princess neglect the Corinthian, for you? such things have been in story.  Silius: 
You speak, as if you wished it.  Lin: 
Can I wish you well, and not applaud it?  Silius: 
You cannot fancy me a greater curse, unless your own heart be turned against me.  Lin: 
The Princess desires your company in the next Room; I can stay no longer. Exit Lindamira.  Silius: 
I have so much to think on, that I know not what to say;— the Princess unexpected favours, with Lindamira's no concern, begets such wonder, as does amaze me!— I will not go;— and yet I must, or make myself Ridiculous, by judging what I cannot guess at. Exit.  [Enter Lonzartes.] Lon: 
Have I thus long adored the Princess? and still approached her with the same trembling, I draw near the Altar, for this scorn at last!— before my Face, to Court a man, she knows engaged unto another, a man of so much lower quality than I; this I confess does make my Faith stagger;— Silvander was as much surprised as I,— Lindamira too, was out of tune;— If Theodocia can go less, this change will be more my admiration, than her virtue was.  [Enter Lindamira, passing in by him.] Lon: 
Now Madam, whither so fast?  Lin: 
To see which way the wind blows;— pray my Lord, where is your heart now?  Lon: 
In the Princess lodgings, with yours;— or can you tell me better where your own is?  Lin: 
I change my mind so often, that I know not where I left it last.  Lon: 
Are you no more concerned? Suppose Silvander change his opinion? Princess have mighty power to overcome men's hearts.  Lin: 
Why then his opinion will be changed?— I cannot value him, that leaves to value me;— methinks my Lord, the Princess favour to Silvander, should abate your passion for her.  Lonzar: 
My desires go no higher, then to look, and wonder at her perfections! my Esteem cannot be called love, beyond what Duty, and Obedience does allow;— but how does Silvander receive this great Honour?  Lin: 
They are now in private; you may judge by his exalted looks when you see him next;— I am glad your Lordship is no more concerned.  Lon: 
This is a forced discourse Lindamira, pray do not mock me, who have a true value of your worth.  Lin: 
The truth is, the Princess often angered at my confidence in Silvanders' love; only now tries if she can shake his faith, by higher propositions;— and my hope is, that his Virtue may beget in her, some better thoughts for men, which will do your business, and confirm mine, for Silvander is above temptation; and I think Lonzartes does deserve what he desires.  Lon: 
You oblige me to say, your confidence does merit the greatest faith from man; but is Silvander of your Plot?  Lindam: 
No, 'twould then be none, nor I no trial have of his sincerity.  Lon: 
These are dangerous sports, and we too late may find them so; the Princess and you are both too bold, and do too much rely on your own beauties.  Lin: 
If Silvander can be won, I can smile at such a loss.  Lon: 
'Tis easy to say so, when you fear it not; but I have seen stout hearts fall to pieces by such a blow;— you have settled my heart again, and I advise you from these dangerous sports, lest they blow up your joys, when you are most secure: we know our present minds, but cannot foresee what we shall like to morrow:—  

Our Nature with such frailty is endowed,  
'tis well if present moments be allowed!   Exeunt severally. Enter Theodocia, and Silvander, two Ladies at a distance; Lindamira is seen near observing them. The: 
Is your heart my Lord so fixed on Lindamira, that no Person, nor any Argument, can e'er prevail with you to change?  Silius: 
Our Soul's Madam, are so united, that I hope death can only make that separation.  The: 
Can no Fortune, nor any Quality invite you to Honours, and Happiness, beyond what you can ever hope from Lindamira? Nor a greater Beauty disengage your heart from her?  Silius: 
None can ever move me to a thought of change Madam.  The: 
What if she have chosen higher, and gives way for your preferment also.  Silius: 
I can smile at all this, when your Highness is so merry;— Lindamira and I Madam, do understand a happiness, can never be dissolve▪ d; we are above temptation.  The: 
Suppose my Father be her choice, will you pretend to love, and hinder her advancement, by your claim?— Suppose my dear Cousin Pandora, have like affection unto you; and puts on this severity to others, in design only to gain you? will you let such a Beauty, of so high virtue and extraction die for you?  Silius: 
Your Highness sure does fancy what is impossible?— but if all this were so, I could die in gratitude to serve Pandora, but do prefer Lindamira's love, and virtue, above the brightest beauty, or greatest Empire this World has.  The: 
Can there be such worth in men? how have I been misinformed? [Aside.]— Princes who do not converse, know not the World they live in, but take all on trust from others;— You believe that I am now in jest Silvander, and do not deal so freely, as I expect.  Silius: 
By all thats— I am sixth, past altering;— if your Highness knew the joys, which do accompany united hearts, you would sooner undertake to pull down Stars from Heaven, then hope a separation, where true love Triumphs.  The: 
I am fully satisfied, that Lindamira has what she deserves, a worthy Lover;— appear now Lindamira, and call in Lonzartes, with the rest:— I am converted.  [Enter Lindamira with Lonzartes and Ladies.] The: 
Here Madam, you are coupled by the Gods, Silvander does deserve your confidence;— Now wear that Jewel, I before gave you in jest Sir, as a mark of my Favour, for your approved virtue.  Lindam: 
Has your Highness any better thoughts for Marriage, than you had?  The: 
I have found an honest worthy man, beyond my expectation;— Lonzartes you look sad.  Lon: 
My heart is not so full of Feathers as it was, but is of late become a lump of Lead.  The: 
We have indeed been all too serious of late; come Lindamira, let us find some entertainment to refresh us on the Sea this Evening; Lonzartes, you, and Clearcus may go with us, if you please?  Exeunt all but Lonzartes. Lon: 
Your Highness does honour us;— what these various fancies tend to, is above my understanding;— As Nature has framed Women of a more refined matter, then us men, so she has given to some, Souls so much above ours Excellent, that their Intrincique purity, dazzles our Judgements, more than their brightest Beauty does our Eyes;— Theodocia is certainly without blemish;— yet may have some notions of my love, which she thinks not fit to cherish, because she likes not me:— And yet may have a virtuous concern for my Birth, and sufferings, such as her good Nature is unwilling to destroy;— 'Tis Theodocia's Excellencies makes me thus humbly seek my Right, as her Gift; else my Sword should make my way to ascend this Throne, which is my own;— but no more of that yet:—  

— For if I can be rightly understood,  
My Love may save the expense of so much blood. Exit.    

THE FOURTH ACT.  Pandora with Lindamira are seen sitting on a Couch; Enter Clearcus to them, they rise. Cle. 
MAdam, 'Tis a felicity to love you though neglected; by what Name then shall I call my Joy? Now you allow my Love, to what height raise my thoughts?— Shall I dare to enter upon such a state of bliss?— To be thus snatched into so much Light, from the long Chaos I have lived in, may prove more ruinous to me, than that Hell I came from.  Pan: 
My Lord, you speak a new Language I understand not.  Cle: 
Alas Madam, I have this night seen Visions! and do find my passion, growing much above my own command;— For when I look on your Eyes, I forget that there are Gods, and shall do such Idolatry to you, as will provoke them, to make me more miserable, than you can wish me happy;— But when I consider how vast a Chasm, your resolves have made between us; I sink into such an abyss of misery, that I can ne'er get out of.  Pan: 
I understand you less, and less;— The more you say, the more you do confound my judgement.  Lin: 
All this Madam, is only to let us see, how he could talk; if any Woman were worthy of his real love;— pray my Lord proceed,— I shall take Notes and edify. [Pulls out a Table-Book.]  Cle: 
Your mirth Madam, is now out of season, when every word I utter, flows from my wounded heart.  Lin: 
Why do you not speak to me then? who can change my mind as often as yourself? I was made for you; this Lady is impregnable.  Cle: 
I yield Lindamira, let not your wit destroy a man, that does submit to mercy; I beg quarter.  Lin: 
Oh! do you so?  Pan: 
'Tis enough Lindamira, that he does confess himself o'ercome, let it be Registered amongst our Victories;— And now my Lord, what is your next desire?  Cle: 
My next Madam! I have scarce begun with this, you do mistake all I say for mirth; Does not my looks and Language show an Alteration?— All those Chimeras, that did possess my idle head, are vanished, and I become a serious man:— Your Miracle is already wrought, and I now see the only way to my Felicity, is to gain what I so much contemned.  Lin: 
Excellently well Acted, this might cozen twenty, that did not know him.  Pan: 
You shall do well my Lord to pursue this new path, until you do obtain a general opinion of your virtue; But I hope you would not have us credit it at first sight!  Cle: 
Though my love cannot yet gain credit in your esteem, do not deny me the joy to think, that you see how much I love, and honour you.  Pan: 
This is too serious for our Comedy my Lord.  Cle: 
Nothing can be too serious Madam, to express my love, by which the Gods are pleased to bring me to them; thus by forbidding what might entice me to slight Paradise, by having had you here:— 'Tis fit then that I submit, and raise a joy from what I am now too apt to repine at, for 'tis a blessing to be so fixed, as Antidates my Elysium here on Earth; this Soul's joy will endure like its own nature, unto Eternity.  Pan: 
What think you of this Lindamira?  Lind: 
I think he is in love, he talks such nonsense!  Pan: 
You are cured then Clearcus, and will unto the Prince confess your conversion, if we call you to it?  Cle: 
Propose a way for my acknowledgement, and try.  Lin: 
Let us take time Madam to consider of it, lest we lose half the Entertainment by our haste, and so spoil the jest.  Cle: 
Madam, let not this Lady's mirth prevail with your good nature, to afflict a man, who can live only by your smiles.  Pan: 
I must confess I have some pain, to hold in my smiles thus long, for this serious way of fooling, I expected not from you my Lord.  Cle: 
Why Madam, do you take all this for jest still?  Pan: 
Yes indeed do I  Cle: 
By all the powers above, I do Adore you, next to them I Worship.  Lin: 
That's no Oath Madam, for he Worships none:  Pan: 
I have the same thoughts Lindamira, and am safe.  Cle: 
What a Monster am I grown, give me credit Madam, or give me death?— If I do not love you, let jove strike me with sudden thunder, or I will gladly seal what I have said with my best blood, if nothing less will satisfy.  Pan: 
Hold Clearcus. [He draws.]  Lin: 
Oh! let him alone, he'll not hurt himself, he only hopes to fright us.  Pan: 
My Lord you fright me now, and since you think fit to turn our Comic Scene into a Tragedy; I shall quit my part in it; and from this time, admit no farther visits from you:— Let us retire Lindamira, his converse grows dangerous. Exeunt Ladies.  Cle: 
This had been my fate, had I engaged a little farther, and this the fruit of chaste, virtuous love; What a folly 'tis, to give our freedoms up, unto the will of Women, so humbly to obey, those we are Created to command:— But I am safe yet, and will now play with 'em, at their own game; and through a seeming sorrow for my rejection, laugh at them, who think to laugh at me.  [Enter Lonzartes.] Lon: 
A good day unto my Friend.  Cle: 
You speak too late Lonzartes, this is a fatal day, and I am studying how I may make it more Eminent by Death, then by my sufferings.  Lon: 
Why what's the matter man? have you visited the Ladies before they are dressed? and made 'em froward.  Cle: 
Thy love Lonzartes has ruined me;— yet I thank thee for my conversion, I shall now die a sober man.  Lon: 
Thy looks speak some disaster, tell me the worst, that I may join to find a Remedy.  Cle: 
In a word then, I do love Pandora, as she deserves, and did so to the life express my love; that in spite of Lindamiras mirth, she did believe it, and has forbid my farther visits.  Lon: 
'Tis not possible that she can be so fooled, she forbade thee in jest, come let us go to her now.  Cle: 
I'll swear she did forbid me, and in great anger turned from me, I dare not go.  Lon: 
This is pretty, wouldst thou have me believe thou lovest?  Cle: 
Lonzartes, I am not in humour to be played with.  Lon: 
Nor I in humour to be fooled; what wouldst thou have me say, when thou talk'st thus to me? thou in love! Ha, ha.  Cle: 
What shall I say? what do, to beget faith in thee?— Pandora's resolution against Marriage, which I so much rejoiced at, is fatally become my scourge, and I must die, or have her.  Lon: 
That's the only way to obtain belief; do but hang thyself, and then a Printed Ballad (The Dary-Maids greatest Faith;) will make them swear thou died'st for love.  Cle: 
Do my looks agree with so much jest? does not my Face declare, my heart does love?  Lon: 
No, nor ever can do to me, wouldst thou have me belie myself, that thou mayest laugh at me? these shallow Plots are lost on me.  Exit Lonzartes. Cle: 
This is right, had I been fooled into the Platonic pound; I might have knocked my head against the Walls, and never been believed;— Thus I blow away those bubbles, those airy Lectures of chaste love! which lead silly mortals into slavery;— Ha Sanga.  [Enter Sanga.] Sanga. 
Your pleasure Sir.  Cle: 
Go presently, and summon all that merry Crew, (who danced the other day,) to sup with me this Night; and bid the Music come.  Exit Sanga. Sanga. 
I go Sir▪  Cle: 
I will retreat while I am safe, and be Armed against my Wise, Virtuous, chaste Friends, with their Cobweb Nets, so subtly laid to catch me;— Thus I throw all their Enchantments off;— And now like the Grand Seignor, after some great Victory atcheived;— I will retire to my Seraglio. Exit.  Enter the Duke, with Theodocia, Pandora, Lindamira, Teretia, and Train:— and Silvander. Duke. 
You tell me a story beyond belief Theodocia, Clearcus plays with you all this while; he love?  The: 
If Pandora be mistaken, he will triumph over Womenkind for ever▪  Pan: 
I wish it were no worse Sir, 'tis I who now am to be pitied, who for the common sport, and for his good, have brought an evil on myself, I cannot bear.  Duke. 
Why Pandora, he is descended of our own Blood, and his Estate proportionable to his Birth? so that if you can raise his Virtues above his vices, you'll have no cause to murmur at his love.  Pan: 
True Sir, if I were nor engaged to a single life, much might be said, to set Clearcus' merits above mine.  Lin: 
Is there no dispensation for such resolves Madam? when it may be disputed, whether the gods approve them?— They give us Laws enough, we need none of our own making.  Pan: 
My heart will ne'er consent to alter my resolves.  Lin: 
We shall have enough to do then.  The. 
Let us all agree to laugh him out of it.  Lin: 
You will find little cause for mirth, when you see Clearcus next Madam.  The: 
Can so few hours, alter a man of his temper, so much?  Lin: 
He is ashamed of his first Principles, and is angry at that shame; He hates himself for loving, and loves so much, he dares not wish it less; This mixture of passions, does beget such a confusion of thoughts, that makes him look as if he had fed on nought but sighs, and tears this twelve Mounth; and I fear we shall have cause to turn our laughter into sorrow for him.  Duke. 
I'll give him Commands that shall divert him;— come with me Theodocia.  Ezeunt Duke and Theodocia. Lin: 
'Tis great pity so brave a man should be so lost.  Pan: 
'Tis so Lindamira, but how can it be helped? must I become mad, because he is so;— 'Twas not a rash word, by chance let fall, but on debate and mature judgement, because I saw none so happy after Marriage as before;— Why may not I then live and die, as free as I was borne?  Lin: 
You see why, because the Gods do not allow so great felicity on Earth, as might keep us from ever wishing to be with them; pray who ever heard of a pair of true Lovers, that desired to be in Heaven, if they might stay here till Doomsday? 'Tis therefore for our good, that such united hearts are so rarely to be found on Earth; take heed Pandora, that you bring not more evils on your head, than you foresee.  Pan: 
I must now bear my Fortune as I may.  Lin: 
Though you have not met with many happy Marriages, I have heard of some, who all their lives have had a constant Spring of Love; their passions so high, and joys so great, each striving to raise the others happiness above their own; this I believe, and hope for;— Methinks till I am married, I am a thing laid by, as if forgotten by the Gods.  Pan: 
'Tis not high passions, nor great joys, I doubt to find, but their continuance;— suppose the Gallant Lovers, to the Wars be sent, what terrors will possess their frighted Ladies, till their return? and if miscarry? what will their whole lives have to joy at after?  Lin: 
Those who stay at home, may have equal dangers, these are anticipated dreams of evils, that may never happen; than you conceive not the joy those dangers bring, when they are over; this World affords us nothing to relish our delights by, but such accidents, as love, which some fears, and dangers bring; 'Tis sharps, make sweet, the sweeter!  Pan: 
But if I am satisfied with less joys, without those pains you find so useful, why must I try to gain more happiness? then I do wish for, when I have joys enough already.  Lin: 
Joys enough Madam! there is no such thing in Nature, as enough of what we love.  Pan: 
I am weary of this idle talk.  Lin: 
And I know no better Entertainment.  [Enter to them Lonzartes, and Silvander.] Pan: 
How think you Silvander, is Clearcus what he seems?  Silius: 
Lonzartes knows him best Madam.  Lon: 
I do believe he loves, though I seem not to credit him, and am now resolved to play with his passion, as he has done with mine; 'twill entertain the Princess rarely, to see how I shall anger him.  Silius: 
Is he enough fixed? to be so abused, for if neither Men, nor Women have any faith in his budding love, he may fly off for ever.  Lon: 
I am now going to see what humour he is in.  Silius: 
I'll wait on you.  Pan: 
Pray do, and let me know how I must behave myself, that would not hurt him.  Lin: 
I can direct you best, if you'll trust yourself to me!  Pan: 
I shall trust you as far as any, in this affair; let us consult within. Exeunt.  Enter Clearcus and Sanga, with Men, and Women Dancers. Cle: 
Welcome my dear Friends, I will be no more seduced by grave Lonzartes fooleries; this night shall reunite us, while we live:— Is the Music come?  San: 
Not yet Sir.  Cle: 
I have broke through their Nets, and now the day, and night are ours to Revel in; we will be so merry, that our hearts shall seem much lighter than our heels.  [Enter Sanga.] Sanga. 
Lonzartes, and Silvander are without.  Cle: 
They are come as I could wish, I'll entertain 'em, as they deserve; they are my kind, chaste, virtuous, well-wishing spies;— pray [Exeunt Dancers.] retire all into that Gallery, while I dispatch my Court-Friends:— Sanga, shut the windows close, then call 'em in, and say, that I am grown sad of late, monstrous sad!— Now for a grave face to suit with my Exit Sanga. disquise; I have some fear my sides will burst, with holding in my laughter. [He sits in a sad posture.]  [Enter Sanga with Lonzartes, and Silvander.] Sanga. 
Softly pray;— for a strange Melancholy has seized him on the sudden;— He is now talking to Pandora.  Silius: 
She is not here!  San: 
He entertains her Idea in her absence, with the same passion, he would her;— the only sure way for a lover's happiness;— hark.  Cle: 
Blessed Angel, turn not away;— these tears must be my daily Incense, offered at your feet; if you refuse this Tribute? from my captived heart, you'll turn the Elysium I enjoy, to Hell: Oh stay! and take my Soul with thee;— that gentle look! that:—  Lon: 
Why so sad fond lover? let not one repulse dismay so great a [Lon: interrupts him.] Conqueror; thy next charge may prove more prosperous;— we come to council thee Clearcus, and to raise thy drooping Spirits by new hopes!  Cle: 
Or to laugh at my affliction! whose Soul is sunk so low by my despair, that all my Spirits are vanished; I must submit to my Cativity Lonzartes. [He sighs.]  Lon: 
That sigh had almost blown me over, yet I am glad to see this, and am now full satisfied thou art in love, in love Clearcus;— let me embrace my fellow-Prisoner, we will now shake our shackles, to the same sad tune together.  Cle: 
I know you come to mock me; but I must bear it.  Lon: 
Oh no! who can have so hard a heart? we pity you, and have some fears Pandora's heart will break, when we relate your mighty sufferings;— but if I should sit thus in the dark? would it create the like Angelical Idea in my brain, Clearcus?  Cle: 
This is barbarous, to catch a Lion in your Toils, and bait him like an Ass;— thus to render my passion Ridiculous, will beget Pandora's scorn, and may prove my destruction!  Lon: 
If she discern not your passion, how can she proportion her favours, to your merit?  Cle: 
Do I deserve this mirth from you? thus to heighten my affliction.  Lon: 
Do you not?— all that I can do this Twelvemonth, will not bring me on equal terms, for thy abuses:— remember how you held me to the Ladies, and made me your mirth, by which scandal, you destroyed my credit with the Princess, this is my revenge, ha, ha.  Cle: 
'Twas a great scandal indeed! to procure you the Princess leave to love her; by my means you have obtained a happiness, beyond your hopes, which all your whining Poetry, or your Eternal sighs, could never reach;— for which special service;— prithee good sweet Lonzartes spare me:— by our old Friendship I do beg:— by [Hangs on him.] thy own virtue, and unparalleled chaste heart, I do conjure thee, not to raise a public mirth, out of my Souls sorrow, which you have brought me to.  Lon: 
Well then, if I find you do continue thus humbly penitent, and truly thus afflicted, I will show more mercy, than I found from [Embraces Clearcus:] you:— come cheer up, we will sigh, and condole together, and if possible? so order our sad hearts, that both may the same moment break, and infect the World with such a sorrow! as may fright the Female Sex, from like rigour unto men: so shall we become a Noble Sacrifice to love, for the good of a whole Nation.— or if you please, we'll send for some of our old Gang, to dance, and drink these Melancholy vapours from our hearts; to let the Ladies see, their Beauties are not so destructive, as we make them believe.  [Clearcus Embraces Lonzartes with great joy.] Cle: 
I marry Lonzartes; now, thou talkest like a Philosopher, now, thou prescribest the only remedy for our disease! Sanga,— bid the Music strike a cheerful Air, and then call in those Friends in the next Room:— Nay, if you allow this way of cure? I shall soon expel loves venom from my heart, into my heels.  [Embraces Lon:] Lon: 
What is all this Clearcus? art thou mad still?  Lonzartes starts back. Cle: 
I am wise, and do not mean to quit my cool, pleasant, flowery paths, for your consuming flames of restless love, who walk on tops of Steeples, and at that height, plead, that your chaste desires, are pleasing to the Gods;— But I, who know the end of such fair flashes, as at first appear, with such folded Arms, and down cast looks, are but steps, to approach the Lady's fingers ends;—  

— Then by degrees grown bolder, you aspire,  
Till nought but ruin, quench the subtle fire.   [Enter Dancers.] Lon: 
what dost thou mean by this mysterious language? and this Rabble here?  Cle: 
I mean to follow thy advice,— to sigh only when I make love to Ladies, (their backs turned) I mean to dance, and sing as often as I can, that their neglects may pierce no deeper than their Eyes discern;— here Lonzartes, this Girl will cure the bite of a Tarantula, and drive the poison from thy heart.  Lon: 
Out Hypocrite;— is this thy love unto Pandora? was all thy passions counterfeit, the other day?  Cle: 
No, 'twas fairly growing up to equal thine in all sincerity of Noble thoughts; But the nice Lady, would not permit it to take so deep root as yours, before she blasted all my hopes, and in a moment let me see, that love is like a bitter potion, which many taste, and flying away, rather choosing their disease, than so ill a relished remedy; This made me return to my old Antidotes Lonzartes;— what think you of a heat or two, before you go?— call in the Music.  Silius: 
Pandora was to blame, to throw him off so rashly.  Lon: 
Let us retire Silvander, this Air is infected.  Exeunt Lonzartes and Silvander. Cle: 
Go whine fond Lover, go whine, I say, go whine,  
While we cheer our hearts with Wenches, and Wine,  
I say go whine.  Exeunt omnes. HERETHEY DANCE. [Enter Lonzartes, Lindamira, and Ladies.] Lin: 
I do not wonder that he is fallen off, 'twas what I feared, when his passion went so high; I saw Pandora was concerned, but we will bring it on again.  Lon: 
You are mistaken Madam, all he said then was jest, for he is now as mad as ever;— I left him Incirculed with six wild men, and as many wanton Girls, prepared to Dance, and Revel all the Night.  Lin: 
There is no harm in Dancing my Lord, unless they do catch cold; you judge Clearcus by what is past; but when I see him with Pandora next, I'll give my opinion of his concern.  Lon: 
By what means may their meeting be procured?  Lin: 
we'll think on't.  [Enter Theodocia, and Ladies to them.] The: 
I am sorry Lonzartes, that Pandora has cast off Clearcus, which has occasioned his relapse, when a little patience, would have settled him in the way of virtue.  Lon: 
'Tis every way, what I expected not; his love was as strange, as his rejection, and his relapse in the old humour, beyond all the rest;— I know not what to think of him.  Lin: 
Let us bring them once more together, and I'll undertake to guess at both their hearts; it may be govern 'um.  Lon: 
I Madam, but how shall they be brought together? when both, would rather see a Basaliske, than one another.  Lin: 
You may be mistaken my Lord, who judge by what you see, when 'tis our business, and our virtue, not to show our hearts, till a full trial, that men are worthy of them;— then you forget, that Clearcus conversion, must be by one, he cannot conquer.  The: 
But if he will neither conquer, nor be subdued, how can his conversion follow?  Lin: 
If your Highness can contrive an interview, I have a fancy in my head, that may reconcile them, and effect what we all wish.  The: 
I will send presently for Pandora, and entreat my Father, to pretend some business, to call Clearcus hither.  Lon: 
He will suspect.  Lin: 
Let him come, no matter what he suspects.  The: 
Do you Lonzartes, once more see what humour he is in.—  

— We must endeavour, and not fear to try,  
But trust the Event, unto their destiny.   Exeunt severally. [Enter Duke with Silvander and Lords.] Duke. 
I ever thought Clearcus did but mock, and laugh at their designs; his Brain is not yet ripe for serious Love:— But how does Theodocia look on Lonzartes?  Silius: 
With much neglect Sir.  Duke. 
That is not well, have you Silvander instructed Lindamira, that she may inform Theodocia of Lonzartes Title to this Dukedom? and how much better than a Foreign Prince, her Marrying him, will be applauded by our people, who are not ignorant of his pretence.  Silius: 
I have Sir, and the Princess gives a serious ear to it, though she yet makes no reply; a little of your Council, and Authority, I believe may incline her to a better value of him.  Duke. 
That shall not be wanting, Lonzartes is all that I can wish in a Successor;— and his love looks so without design, that I will cherish it, and try to win my Daughter to comply.  Silius: 
Your Highness will gain a double interest in all your Subjects hearts, by this honour to Lonzartes, who has merits proportionable to your favour, and his birth, all which his love gives Lustre to.  Duke. 
I see it Silvander, and will recompense his Faith, and his Humility, with my advice to Theodocia, who yet knows not his story.  Silius: 
The Princess must needs hear, what every body talks, and all do wish!  Duke. 
I shall now inform her fully of Lonzartes Right, too long held from him: bid him meet me at my Daughter's Chamber; I will no longer hide my purpose for him:—  

— His Birth and Virtue, with his constant Love,  
Declares he never can unworthy prove. Exeunt,    

THE FIFTH ACT.  [Enter Lonzartes and Clearcus.] Cle: 
NO, I'll never see her more.  Lon: 
Do you not love at all?  Cle: 
Nor ever will, methinks Love is like a smooth Water, that invites men to Bath, and tumble in it with delight, until they be destroyed by Serpents, which in the bottom undiscovered lie.  Lon: 
What means this simile?  Cle: 
This Serpents bite, has Metamorphized you into a whining lover, into the shadow of a man, of late become a shape without a Soul; why must I busy my head with such Chymeras', when I can please myself, to my hearts wish, my own way?— Prithee sweet suppressed Prince, do not forsake me thus, for specious shows of happiness, or vaner hopes of better days, than you will ever find in Court;— You are now safe, but when you grow wise, and serious, it will in the Duke's head great jealousies create; to let him see your Virtue may be dangerous; and your pretence appear worthy of his fear.  Lon: 
That hazard is better, than what I now suffer, in the opinion of my best Friends, who believe this wildness, is my Nature, or such as may beget a habit in me, which I can ne'er put off; and thus my security in this disguise, may become my ruin;— I wish I could persuade you Clearcus, to show forth that Virtue, all the World would wonder at.  Cle: 
To what end I pray? if the good Duke would give me employment fit for his Kinsman? and worthy of my Sword, I could soon be myself: But now I have nothing else to do, and therefore play away my time in folly; and 'tis a hard question which is best? for we know that too much wisdom, does undo more men, than it advances, or else begets Eternal slavery, to State Affairs, where the wisest, ever walk on needles points;— I have weighed these things, and do believe 'tis better to maintain the peace, and the security I now live in, unregarded, then to be advanced according to my birth.  Lon: 
But you will lose the Duke's favour, and become contemptible to the whole Court, if you continue thus extravagant, what design can I have, by my desire, to see you great and glorious?  Cle. 
Have I not tried, and been misled: yielded to your wise Maxims, against my own better judgement, and been rejected in the height of my endeavours, to be (as you call it) great, and glorious, is not this true? does not Pandora with the whole Court, scorn me but for seeming. wise.  Lon: 
Yes, in part, 'cause they believe it not.  Cle: 
I will no more of your advice, till you can cure yourself.  Lon: 
I have an Honourable Argument for my love.  Cle: 
Who has not? until he be despised!  Lon: 
Was it not your own desire to be neglected? did you not declare against all Women, that you could conquer? you left Pandora no way for Victory, but by rejecting you; so that I can conclude a good su●csess, from what you raise despair.  Cle: 
Ha! think you Pandora did reject me, in compliance with my humour only?  Lonzar: 
What else? can she be angry with you, for loving her too much?  Cle: 
You do surprise me with a discourse I looked not for;— but I will be no more abused;— I will not see her.  Lonzar: 
How can you be reconciled then? shall she make love to you?  Cle: 
No, I abhor that thought, beyond her anger, a woman Woo, that were preposterous!  Lon: 
Will you treat by Ambassadors? and Wed by Proxy?  Clear: 
Nor so, that's only fit for Princes, who cannot meet to treat.  Lon: 
Will you have her? if she declares she would have you?  Cle: 
I shall never like her change of mind.  Lon: 
Can ' you tell whether you would have her, or not?  Cle: 
That's a harder question, than the other.  Lon: 
Will you have her by compulsion?  Cle. 
That were a Tyranny, would make her hate me ever.  Lon: 
Shall the Duke by his Prerogative power, in spite of both your teeth, compel you both to compliance?  Cle: 
Let me think on this a little, at first sight this looks likely to agree us:— if two impossibilities can make one possible? this might do our business.  Lon: 
Well, what do you resolve?  Cle: 
Nothing, why do you tempt me to farther evils?— I know not what to resolve, nor what to say;— but will no more of love, my heart shakes at the thought of my last trial;— I blush to think how much less than man I was, and how much more than Woman, I created her, in those few hours I loved;—  [Enter a Messenger.] Messen: 
The Duke calls for Lonzartes.  Lon: 
I'll attend his Highness presently▪  Cle: 
I take you for my Friend Lonzartes;— do not discourse me into a Ruin, you will share in.  Lon: 
I have no Rule for friendship above my desire to see you happy.  Cle: 
I believe it Sir, and beg your pardon for my distracted language;— I must attend the Duke too.  Lon: 
And I. Exeunt.  Enter Pandora and Lindamira. Pan: 
You tyre me Lindamira, and chide me for a fault, I cannot own; I had no other way to free myself.  Lin: 
You might have checked his approaches with somewhat less severity, your rigour may beget despair in him.  Pan: 
Dispair of what? my undertaking was only on the Duke's command, to afford him civil visits, which I have done, in hope of his conversion.  Lin: 
You did give o'er, before the work was perfected.  Pan: 
You speak as if the design to set him free, were to enslave me, to the humour of a mad man.  Lin: 
The wildest young men, do often prove the soberest at the last; and the truth is Madam, we do all desire to see you, and Clearcus, convert one another; so to beget that unity of hearts, which the World seeks most.  Pan: 
Do you believe that I, who have a prejudice against the best of men, can e'er esteem the worst?  Lin: 
If Clearcus were under that notion! I should have other thoughts; but when I consider such men reclaimed, do often make good Husbands I have hopes of him.  Pan: 
If his wildness were his only fault, time, and experience might reclaim him.  Lin: 
If these be your only Exceptions Madam, I wish you would trust me to manage this affair.  Pan: 
You must not talk me into an Intreque, which I avoid;— I do not love him.  Lin: 
You will do, when you have him, I know many have done so after Marriage, who did not before.  Pan: 
That is too bold a venture for me, who have no faith in men; and those Examples you mention so rarely to be found, my courage dares not undertake it; pray no more of this.  Lin: 
The Princess desires your company at Court this Evening.  Pan: 
I did intend to wait on her.  [Enter Duke, Theodocia, and Lonzartes.] Duke. 
I have given you Arguments enough on his behalf, which his dejected looks you see declare;— Your favours Theodocia should not be restrained, because his adoration is so great, he dares not beg 'em; come near Lonzartes.  The: 
Lonzartes' Worth is understood, beyond the weak Rhetoric of flattering words; he cannot wish to be more valued, than he is by me.  Lon: 
Nor will I ever sue for favours, beyond these you now afford me Madam;— may I confirm my hopes, by understanding what you say, my own way?  The: 
You may, for since my Father does so much advise for Marriage, I may alter my opinion, when I find just cause to value men, above my resolves against them.  Lon: 
For Heaven's sake Madam say no more, my breast cannot contain these spreading joys you give me, my hopes increase too fast, for my despairing heart, to comprehend these honours you allow, without an Extacy!  Duke. 
Theodocia, I shall ne'er revoke the freedom I have given, to make your own choice, though I direct you to Lonzartes, to whom our Ancestors have done wrong.  The: 
This your indulgence Sir, makes me more cautious, how I proceed;— Marriage is a concern so great, I dare not at once resolve it, and the same day choose the man:— I can yet only say, that I have altered my opinion, in favour of Lonzartes.  Lon: 
My Amazement, and my concern are too great, to answer Madam, my felicity is above the reach of a reply.  Duke. 
Theodocia, I have given you my best Council, and my full consent to please yourself.  The: 
I thank you Sir, and I will endeavour to regulate my heart to your advice, and to Lonzartes wish;— give me but time to examine, and approve, what I am willing to submit to.  Enter Pandora, and Lindamira to them, with Silvander. Duke. 
How is it Madam, that you quit the field? before your undertaking be performed.  Pan: 
I have done my part Sir, which was on your command, to allow him civil visits; and to entertain the Princess, I complied with Lindamira, to try how our Raleary would work on him, which did produce so unlooked for an effect, that I was forced to quit my part, to save myself:  Duke. 
Were you in danger to be lost then?— I did not think Clearcus had prevailed so far; but if he be reclaimed, he will be worthy your esteem.  Pan: 
Your Highness did mistake me, I was in no danger to be lost through love, nor at all concerned; for a man who does declare against all worth in Women, where he can get an interest: pray Sir, make me understand what you would have me do?  Duke. 
We would have you marry Clearcus.  Pan: 
Whether he will or no;— if I consent, can you prevail with him?  Duke. 
Do you comply, we'll try what we can do?  Pan: 
I would not be Treypand into a Marriage, I am so much averse to, in confidence of his old humour, think myself secure, and be so lost!  Lin: 
You may venture safely Madam, you see he is so great a Coward, that he only dares pursue them that fly him, do but charge, and he will run away.  Pan: 
If I were sure of that! I would seem any thing, to be freed from farther trouble.  Lon: 
Trust me Madam, he is now worse than ever.  Duke. 
Lonzartes, pray use your interest to bring him to us now.  Exit Lonzartes. The: 
Do you think Cousin, we have a design to harm you?  Pan: 
No, but your Highness disputes me into a condition, yourself does not approve; pray show me the way to this felicity, that I may credit what you say, by what you do.  The: 
Will you then engage to marry Clearcus? the same day I marry?  Pan: 
Shall I choose your man? as you would mine?  The: 
Suppose I have already chosen.  Pan: 
I thought your Highness had been of my opinion; But if provided, I give you joy.  The: 
Now you run too fast the other way, I am only towards marriage.  Pan: 
That journey seldom proves long Madam, when we look towards it.  Lin: 
That was said like a sage Sibell, the quintessence of truth, in few words, 'tis but a willing mind, and then—  Pan: 
Prithee Lindamira help me to be rid of this uncertain man.  Lin: 
I know no better council, then to be in love with him, or to seem so, for if he should take you at your word, and marry, that may do your work; for I once knew a Lady, who chose to marry an importunate Suitor, that she might be rid of him, and was so; for soon after marriage, they parted, and never met more.  Pan: 
You are always in jest, I would have serious council now.  Lin: 
You have had my story twice over, to no purpose.  Duke. 
By all my observations, I cannot judge, whether Clearcus, or you Pandora, be most extravagant.  Lin: 
Your Highness may do well, to put them into the College of half mad Folks, where they will either cure one another, or become quite mad together; when their disease is known, some remedy may be found; 'tis now past judgement, what either of them ail!  The: 
Lindamira says well, 'tis very strange you will not declare so far, as to let us see how we may serve you.  Pan: 
Do but leave me to myself, and I am well Madam.  The: 
Many sick people are of that opinion, when in most danger, and must therefore by their friends be governed.  Pan: 
As many healthy people, think themselves sick, when they are not, and by seeking Remedies for nothing, do create evils, they never can find cure for; such high passions as Lindamira's, do never let us rest in peace, but do create perpetual storms.  Lin: 
You argue well Madam, if a dull calm, were the only happiness, appointed us on Earth, than one degree from being a sleep, would prove our greatest bliss;— sure no age did ere produce, two such Icy-hearted Ladies, as the Princess, and you.  [Enter to them Lonzartes and Clearcus.] Lin: 
Here comes a Homely, and a Jig hand in hand;— now for the second part to the same tune, Of love me, and love me not.  Duke. 
Clearcus, it troubles me to see you delight in a retired darkness, or else to walk in such clouds, as we cannot see through; I would persuade you to regain Pandora's good opinion.  Cle: 
Is the mystery of love, to be discussed in public Sir?  Duke. 
With us, who are so near allied unto you both; I think it may, because we all know what you both profess in private, and now desire to hear, what you will face to face avow; and we entreat you Pandora, first to show, why you threw off Clearcus.  Pan: 
You do amaze me Sir, to examine me as a Criminal!  Duke. 
You have no cause for this displeasure Pandora, but mis-judge our love and our respects; we know your worth, and would to the World Illustrate that virtue, you design to smother by a single life; I allow your purpose, did become your younger days, and did express an Angelical innocence; but I question whether now, on mature judgement, you may not do better for yourself, and us, to reclaim Clearcus.  Pan: 
You demand impossibilities from me, for if I should change my mind, he will change his too; Pray show me a rule to reclaim him by, before you do condemn me.  Duke. 
We only desire you will afford him the same civility, as did first induce him to adore that Virtue he despised before.  Pan: 
I have done this.  The: 
You did begin, but you gave o'er too soon.  Lin: 
And all her kindness but in jest too Madam, which he discerned.  Duke. 
How do you answer this? Lindamira was of your Council.  Pan: 
I undertook him but in jest, and was by him enjoined to such severity, as I performed, and 'twas then thought, the only way to vindicate our Sex, and to work his conversion, which he at first did counterfeit so well, as to deceive, and fright me from his farther visits.  Lin: 
Was his love so terrible?  Pan: 
To me it was, who thought him uncapable of ever having noble thoughts, for any of our Sex.  Duke. 
But when you found him growing worthy, why did you not cherish that virtue? as your own Creation.  Lin: 
Because she feared, her Virgin vow might be defiled, by owning such a Man-child of her own begetting; for he began to ask her blessing, till she laughed him into so great anger, that one day he proffered to kill himself, which gave end unto our Comedy.  Pan: 
If his cure had lain within the reach of Raleary, I had gloried in my part, but never shall consent to enslave myself unto the humours of a man, who cannot be a minute in one mind; his imaginations are beyond the Moon, and would have, he knows not what▪  Duke. 
Clearcus, you have heard your charge;— Guilty or not Guilty?  Lin: 
Guilty Sir.  Cle: 
I shall never want your good word Madam;— Lindamira tells you true Sir, I am guilty.  Duke. 
Of what?  Cle: 
Of all the crimes, that offended Lady does object; pray Sir pronounce my doom, and put me out of pain.  Duke. 
Will you submit then, and obey it?  Cle: 
If it can put me out of pain, I will?  Duke. 
I doubt it not;— my sentence is, that you revive that love you showed unto Pandora lately.  Cle: 
Oh Sir, the very name of Love, puts me into a shaking fit; for Heaven's sake, give me Halters, Poisons, Daggers, any means to let out life, rather than renew those torments, which I felt that hour I loved.  Lin: 
Pray Sir, give me leave, to put him some Interrogatories.  Duke. 
Do so.  Lin: 
Your Lordship has confessed, that you have loved one hour, and must have some reason why you loved no longer; show us that reason, or for ever hold your peace, and submit to judgement.  The: 
How Clearcus, nonplussed by a Judge in Petticoats?  [Clearcus stands mute.] Lin: 
Why Madam? many of our Sex have puzzled the wisest men;— give him leave to think a little; but if what I have said, has struck your Lordship dumb, hold up your Finger,— 'tis enough;— He has [He hold it up.] nothing to say for himself, but submits unto the mercy of the Court; I understand him Sir;— and have now found a remedy for both their evils;— If you will trust me with your hand my Lord, I will not harm it:— and if I have credit enough Madam! to be trusted with your hand [Clearcus gives his hand.] too, pray lay it without fear on mine, that I may try a charm I have, to conjure out the evil Spirits, that possess you both;— you may at your own pleasure, take back your hands;— only let me hold 'em, while I pronounce my charm within. [Pandora turns away.]  Duk. 
Pandora I entreat you to try Lindamira's charm, give her your hand, she deals not with the Devil. [Pandora gives her hand.]  Lin: 
The Devil I work by Sir, is truth, dressed in her rich Robe of Innocence;— if truth do not convince both these Delinquents, my charm will have no power on them;— My Lord you have in this great Assembly, often said, that you could never value any Woman you could win;— if now you have found this Lady, as impregnable, as you can wish, she is your fate;— hold Sir, remember you are dumb, till I [He proffers to speak.] have done;— Now Madam, I must speak serious sense to you, who stand here the expectation, and the wish of all the Court;— yet I know, you must not consent to give your hand to him, nor in a look, or word comply, with what I say; for if you yield, Clearcus will forsake the Field:— I shall therefore only put your hands together, no marriage, nor no contract make, only desire that you will thus hand in hand, retire a while with me in private, to apply my charm, who now do pray, that all the evils which ever did befall the most unhappy lovers, may light on him, or you, that shall their hand remove, before my charm does work; now come with me. Exeunt hand in hand.  Duke. 
What the issue of this will be, I cannot guess;— Now Theodocia, I must remind you of Lonzartes, who dares not approach you, on his own behalf, who is, what you can wish, to make you happy; and I do again invite you to Crown his unparalleled Humility, with a bliss, he presumes not once to mention, lest it offend you; I have also a State Argument you understand not Theodocia, your two interests in this Dukedom, thus united, will make it flourish;— Lonzartes has been wronged.  The: 
I know his wrong Sir, and have observed his sufferings, or I had never dallied with his love; Lonzartes' clear Soul is adorned with more glories, than this Crown will bring him.  Duke. 
If then your hearts agree, give me your hands;— here Lonzartes is the best reward I have, to encourage modesty, and worth; whey they do in one heart combine, as now in thine.  Lon: 
Great Sir, I am so much surprised, so overladen with my joys, that I have nought but blushes to express my gratitude;— nor know I how to welcome this unlooked for honour from the Princess, who deigns to raise her humblest Servant from her feet, to set me on a Throne, incirculed with more joys, then that you now restore me to.  [He kisses her hand.] The: 
Keep still your Character Lonzartes, as I will mine, high transports in love, are not long lived, I fear.  Lon: 
I shall be Madam, whatever you direct, though this unlooked for happiness, do raise my heart above my own command, for such an excess of joy, is hard to manage.  [Kisses her hand.] [Enter Lindamira to them.] Lin: 
I may now wish your Highness' Joy I hope, now your Fannatick love, conforms to the Law of Nations;— Now you may talk your pleasure against high passions Madam;— and methinks you Sir, do look as if you liked this better than that wise Sect of airy Lovers, whose Philosophy doth teach, not to desire, what they can never reach.  Lon: 
You are Madam the best Philosopher I ever met, and do deserve to have a Golden statue in Loves-Temple set.  Duke. 
But how have you disposed of your Fantastic couple? 'tis that great work, must Crown all your undertake Lindamira.  Lin: 
That goes on excellently well Sir, I have left them sitting on a Couch, with their hands still fixed, eagerly gazing on each others Eyes, as if through them, they could discern the inside of each others Hearts; by their no motion, and their steady looks, I can foresee they will be of one mind suddenly.  The: 
Why could not we see this Experiment?  Lin: 
Oh Madam, my charm will not work in company; Lovers will seemingly despise, what they like most, only to deceive observing Eyes; I believe they held off thus long, for shame to own what they had so publicly declared against; and to themselves will hardly dare to let their hearts appear these two days;— they must look themselves into an Agreement, for no words can ever reconcile their first Principles.  

If their hands, do not their hearts discover,  
I'll no more pretend to charm a Lover.   The: 
May we not peep at the hanging, and stand unseen.  Duke. 
Let us not turn this serious work into a jest, unless Lindamimira do approve it; none shall stir that way.  Lin: 
I can place you so, as you may see and hear too.  The: 
Pray Sir be pleased to look on them, our Testimony may be of use.  Duke. 
Come then.  Lindam: 
Your Highness must stand silent, or you'll hinder my Projection.  The: 
We will, we will. Exeunt.  They all Re-enter behind the Couch, and stand on each side of the Stage; then is discovered Pandora, and Clearcus holding hands, and sitting on a Couch, a while silent, looking on each other; then Clearcus proffers to kiss that hand he holds, she puts him back with her other hand, and turns her face from him,— He sighs:— Cle: 
Turn not away those beauteous lights, have guided me to Heaven; nor look as if you were in pain, to see my heart thus changed, from a rude distraction, to an ecstasy of Bliss; from a deformed satire, with a confused Chaos of dark thoughts, and blacker actions, by your glorious Beauties, and brighter Virtues, new formed into the Figure of a man, Emulating those Excellencies I admire in you:— Oh turn this way, and own what is your own Creation; by your perfections raised from what was worse than nothing, to something now, too worthy to be cast away; I should this happy hour believe myself were in Elysium; did not this fair, soft Hand, and those bright Eyes assure me I yet live; from whence some divine instinct, teaches my rude nature to adore, what I never understood before.  Pan: 
I do not like to be thus long left alone, to be exposed unto your passion, and the World's censure; Lindamira has deceived my trust;— I now see your plot, and her design discover, but will no longer suffer the abuse. [Offers to rise.]  Cle: 
Be not so cruel unto yourself and me, think on the curse hangs over us, if we remove our hands till she return.  Pan: 
'Tis too much foolery, to give faith to!  Cle: 
Remember we complied, to what she said; by which her words are Registered in Heaven, and have engaged the Gods by our consent.  Pan: 
'Twas rashly done, and I repent;— when will this subtle Sorceress return? my innocence will justify my blind consent, to which I was misled by my fidelity and trust, and will no longer fear to take away my hand. [Offers to rise.]  Cle: 
Oh take not your hand away, until the holy Charm have rectified your heart, and therein created so much Charity, as in a moment may remove your scorns, and teach you love; for I, who so long slighted your neglects, and fled all civil favours from your Sex, do now tremble at the thought of parting hands, until our hearts like them, become united.  Pan: 
Do you believe Lindamira Mistress of such Magic? that her words have power to reconcile dissenting hearts, like ours:  Cle: 
Yes, I find them work on me, and hope the same effect on you, else why sit we here obeying those commands she left? why fear we to offend those powers she did invoke?— when you consider this, I hope you dare not stir a finger towards such impiety!  Pan: 
Though Lindamira's virtue be approved, I was surprised by her enticing words, and by the Duke compelled to do, I know not what;— and therefore will no longer now obey.  [Offers to rise; he holds her.] Cle: 
Stay, oh stay, and let the fatal curse strike me alone; my guilts have merited what e'er can fall on me;— Do but command me to remove my hand, and I'll obey; that you may see how much your power prevails, above my fear of Lindamira's threats: If so, I may divert your harms: I will against my Nature, and my Faith, destroy all hopes of future bliss, to pull this ruin on myself, which else may light on you:— Say, must it be?  [Pandora sits silent a while.] Pan: 
If I command your hands remove, and her curse should after follow you, my unblemished innocence may suffer more, than all your crimes can merit:— I have no faith in charms, nor cause to apprehend her curses can reach me, and yet—  

— My doubts and fears, my reason does dismay,  
I know not what to do, nor what to say;  
The Wonder is so great, I am afraid, Aside.  
Some god this Serpent, has an Angel made,  
And now endowed him with Celestial Art,  
To force obedience from my stubborn heart.   Cle: 
'Tis worthy your consult, before you do destroy a body and soul: here, a ready Sacrifice to set you free, for now I find that Lindamira's charm does higher work!  

And now again, that dazzling light display,  
Which did my heart in flame the other day:  
Ye Gods, I do implore your power to move, Aside.  
The bright Pandora, to allow my love;  
'Twill be the same, if now Clearcus dies,  
By Thunder struck, or by Pandora's Eyes!   Pan: 
Lindamira's virtue, and her wit, are much more powerful, than her charms;— (which I contemn,) but you my Lord, have now by chance thrown out such words, I shake to think on;— Your body and your Soul, are now at stake, you say;— and by your looks I read, you think our Fortunes, and our Fates, depend on my reply;— and so do I;— this is then too great a work, for so few minutes to dispatch; we must look up Clearcus, and from above seek aid!—  

'Tis piety, when we our hearts submit,  
To undergo, what ere the Gods think fit.   Cle: 
'Tis so, let us hasten to the Temple then, there Celebrate:—  [They rise up.] 

This happy issue of so strange contest,  
Wrought by the gods, must by the gods be blessed.   He kisses her hand, three or four times in joy. Cle: 
Where is this powerful Sibell gone? whose Sacred Charms do disenchant fantastic hearts.  Lin: 
I am here Sir, with witness enough, to hold Pandora to her word.  Cle: 
Let me adore thy Divine virtue Lindamira? who hath showed such skill, to raise dead folks to life; for we were dead in follies, and are now become true converts Sir.  Duke. 
This is great News, you are both well come to your Wits again, which does declare Lindamira a great Artist.  The: 
What says Pandora for herself?  Pan: 
I have both ways done too much, either to excuse, or justify myself; silence becomes me Madam.  Lin: 
Let the Clock strike twice, before we credit what they say, or else make all sure, by I Clearcus take thee Pandora, etc.  Duke. 
Lindamira is my Oracle;— give me your hand Pandora, and yours Clearcus.  

May they most wretched live, and cursed die,  
Who shall this knot endeavour to untie.   The: 
My prayers concur with yours Sir, and now dear Cousin, what I wished is come to pass, that you and I might on the same day be Married:  

Thus for our good we see the Gods fulfil  
What they design, though much against our will.   Pan: 
Your great example Madam, is sufficiennt to lead me from all my own resolves to follow you, and if now Clearcus be reclaimed, we must own all our happiness to Lindamira's wit, who has conquered both, when neither of us could subdue the other; And now Clearcus I hope will seek occasions to show the World by his own actions, the Noble stock he is descended from.  Cle: 
By your permission Madam, I shall set my heart towards my Prince his, and my Country's Service;— I beg employment Sir, on the next Galleys you send out, lest idleness corrupt my busy brain.  Lin: 
Mark that Sir, he is already wavering; Madam take heed, how you take the spirit of uncertainty, (in the habit of a man.)  Pan: 
You speak too late, the uncertain man is now my certain fate.  Cle▪ 
Some diversions are necessary Madam, to look on the same objects ever, dulls, and tires the best Eyes; but Lindamira can say nothing, I dare contradict.  Duke. 
You shall command in Chief Clearcus, to show the World, the vigour you have too long hid.  Lon: 
Joys on joys, light on Clearcus head. They embrace.  Cle: 
May those joys be Multiplied on you Sir; my Redeemer, and now become my Prince.  Duke. 
We must conclude this happy day Lindamira, by joining Silvanders' hand with yours, if your mirth will give us leave to be so serious.  Lin: 
That is a serious jest Sir, I have long looked for.  Duk. 
Come near Silvander;— which of you two is most pleased now?  Both. 
I sir.  Duke. 
Who spoke first?  Both. 
I Sir.  Duke. 
This is a good Omen to a joyful life; may you be both as happy, as ever love made any.  Silius: 
We are happy to our wish Sir.  Lin: 
He speaks for himself Sir, on hopes of more than he may find.  Duke. 
we'll Celebrate these Weddings suddenly, and see that Lindamira's praise be in loud Hymeneals Sung through all the City, to encourage the like Virtuous, and Noble undertake.  Lin: 
I thank your Highness for your good opinion, but shall love you for this gift of my Silvander, above all your other favours; Now Silvander,  

Let us dwell Arm in Arm, and daily show  
Our loves increase, that all the World may know  
Our hearts; Now the Fair Princess does confess,  
That Wedlock may afford true Happiness.     

EPILOGUE.  
LADIES, Our Author has so great Respect  
To your Fair Sex, he fears some gross Defect  
In his best Characters, may prove so short,  
Of your perfections, he needs pardon for't.  
If such sad fate, do now attend his Play,  
In's Cloak, thus muffled, he will sneak away;  
But if you liked, he will on tiptoe go,  
That all the World, may the proud Author know.  
FINIS.   

 

 
c Cleonel returns.