LOVE and WAR, A TRAGEDY.  
Written by Tho. Meriton, Gent.  Demosthen. ex Orat. Bellum gloriosum, pace turpi optabilius est. 
LONDON, Printed for Charle● Webb, at the Bore's Head in St. Paul● Church-yard, 1658.   


dramatis Personae.  
A Berden, King of Bruzantia.  
Hollarro, the young Prince, his Son.  
Bellerrio, A Duke his Nephew.  
Murgorus,  


two Courtiers.  
Nercius,    


Lords, subjects to King Aberden.  
Yernomy,  
Fafrisius,  
Buzarain,  
Nevermo,    
Quermero, a humorous fellow.  
Perpurgerus, his Companion.  
Celerinus, King of Numenia.  
Burgargo, a general.  


two Lords.  
Orestes,  
Sisterus,    


two Captains.  
Derisius,  
Gervoron,    
Burnomoy, a valiant soldier.  
Adrenimia, Queen to Aberden.  
Lerenica, a Lady of honour.  
Histerica, her woman.  
Bards to sing the Chorus,  
Soldiers.  
Attendants.  


the Graces.  
Aglaia,  
Thalia,  
Euphrosyne,     Scene. Bruzantia.  

To the truly Noble, Ingenious, Judicious Gent, And my most esteemed Brother, Mr. George Meriton▪  
SIR,  
YOu cannot favour the Book so much, as wonder at my presumption; nor I could not have had the boldness, as to present it, but that the symphaticall nature betwixt us did draw my Genius, as by a North-Pole virtue, to make you the Patron of these my endeavours; I wish the Praises were like Tearus streams, and relish so in the Appetite, as to invite your serious eye to make pursuit through it, gaining your favour so far( which is my sole Ambition) to rest under the wings of your Piety and Learning, which having obtained, it may say I merrily through the World, fearing neither Rock nor quicksand; for they are like Castor and Pollux, to scour the carping critics from it in their censorious manner of guiding and directing: Now my entreaties( Mixed with a little hope) have made their Petition, which if they return with fertility, it shall ever bind me to your virtues, in the chains of Amity with a Phrygian knot, which to lose is impossibility in my heart; thus fearing no tempestuous scorns, nor full mouth Borea's blasts of reprehension, because you are the Pilot, steering the Rudder of its weakness from all such dangerous shelves, and wishing eternal honour to your virtues, is the hearty desire of,  
Sir, Your most affectionate Brother, and humble Servant. Tho. Meriton.   

The Prologue.  
IF once is shown the glimmering Star, whereby  
Pluto is daunted, and great Jove knows why:  
When by its circulation, driven course,  
At last by passage, lights upon by force  
Some waterish cloud, which by its structure foul,  
Is obscured from men's mortal eyes, they howl  
To see the radiall beams so quickly gone,  
As if all vanish, relics thereof none:  
Just in resemblance, so shall I produce  
My future breathing, till some me conduce,  
To see your sparkling, splendent, orient eyes,  
Shining like Luna, Sol, Stars in the skies,  
Viewing my pigmy, if perchance there be  
Pleasant looks in the royal company  
Of your bright Train, more angellike than she,  
Apelles drew by art, yet could not be  
So well as nature wrought her; that same look  
Would purchase more, than I can with my Book,  
For it would raise Ambition, and bereave  
My fancy of its reason, to perceive  
Nothing but a Chimaera, and thereby  
Term myself new again if possibly;  
But if in opposition, it appear  
Just to the contrary, no looking cheer,  
Nor smiling carriage, but than takes their place,  
Frowns, discommending, and absurd disgrace,  
Than I much like a Prisoner at the Bar,  
Shall be dejected, flying hence and far  
Do purpose to remain, as long as sense  
I have to weep for this my insolence.  
If story produce no laughter, nor the Wit  
Laugh at my folly in so doing it.   

LOVE and WAR, A TRAGEDY.  


Act 1. Scen. 1.  Aberden, Yernomy, Fafrisius, Buzaraine, Nevermo, Drum, Trumpet, a flourish, soldiers. Aber. 
Received with gladness still my Lords you are,  
Gladly received, I say; we'll suffer all  
Our hands to be now numbed with sense, let fall  
Our deadly swords; nothing in opposition  
Stands, we hear, but the whole Universe  
Endures in a paralectick posture; vast  
Worlds did Julius C●sar conqu●r, yet ne'er  
Was able to withdraw our minds, but forced  
To fly our summons; we'll range the steepy  
Banks, those which with rudeness hide  
Titan his rai●s, seek some terra in●●gnita,  
Where men are absent, beasts may fulfil▪  
Our Warlike, yet not wilful, intentions▪  
Let us find it out, that by the prospect  
We'll gain the Victory, and surround the foe,  
Drench their hot hearts, as we all else, you know.  Year. 
None dare appear: but Numenia land  
Is said to have a will, bent to withstand  
Your Majesties( dread sovereign) Army, for  
To know the right of Kingdoms, we abhor▪  Faf. 
The same, great Aberden, I will confirm, that▪  
They did help with unknown, potent strength,  
The last great Camp we raised▪ showing to them  
Benign favours, so they took them for their friends,  
No ●oe; which caused detard in winning the  
Rich Trophies, that you overcame at length.  Aber. 
What? sure it cannot be; but if perchance  
That they do act a matter so disliking  
Me and mine, they shall not further● trouble  
Their dull brains to make a search in pursuit  
After it; but I will so employ their  
Grasping hands, to set all labour by, but what  
Concerns the martial Banner, and bring it  
Home to them; War, which treads dame Nature's  
Cour●es, trampling under feet, her set  
Delivered forms, shall disclose, enclose to  
This Realm, strange unheard ●les. Numenia,  
With the rest of former Victories, shall  
Know my tribute; and I'll quickly see  
Wherein they my great force do disobey,  
Find them as far as stars doth light the way.  Buz. 
Then let us make a rule, and raise a Camp,  
Fall on them undiscreatly, and berdane  
Their Forces of a time, in which they  
Premeditating, may find Ammunition  
To dissolve our Troops, and to disgorge  
The obdure faculty of their sense,  
Defraud them in the time, and send them all  
To the native Earth, the Mother which they call,  
And fitly may be termed so, and boiling  
Blood into the air, by the meteorious form  
Of it, a strange essence make, a full  
Similitude betwixt, we foresee they  
Purpose for to lead on; but let us go.  Aber. 
Pray know for what, and why you do so,  Nev. 
The thing is known, Aberden; yea, it is,  
Great sovereign.  Aber, 
See that the thing be fit,  
And bear, within its self, the full prologue  
Whereby it purposes to maintain its self,  
For too rash counsel often breeds within  
A subject height, which may be called a sin,  
And that in prodigality, then done  
Beside its shifts, it can no other shun,  
But come to ruin.  Year. 
Ay, it is so, but this is not so bent,  
Because, great King, we have Your Counsel in't.  Aber. 
But for I know, rash counsel doth maintain.  Faf. 
Fear not that thought, for▪ it will prove most vain,  Aber. 
If it be so, yet danger may be with  Buz. 
It cannot be, it is a thing of mirth.  Aber. 
Your censure so the subject for to be.  Nev. 
Yea, that we do, that to eternity.  Year. 
So, shall we move with freeness, till we come  
To that same object, which we in delay,  
Do stand most fearful of, hoist sails  
To it, search the triangular shapes  
Within its Region, where all the Pole doth count  
Full fifty Degrees it doth with height surmount,  
Yet comes not near the torrid Zone, whereby  
Our skins are scorched, and our flesh doth fry;  
We'll know the nature of Numenia's Land,  
In what longitude, or latitude doth stand.  Aber. 
We'll know my Son his resolution to  
This great design, this overtaking of  
( I hope it will not be so as I call or prove  
In it) our strange unseeming enterprise,  
In following that my subjects do devise.  Exeunt.  

Scen. 2.  Hollarro alone. Hol. 
Stentorian voices doth surround my ear,  
Echoing within the concave of the terrestrial  
Ball, all doleful sighs doth pierce my tender  
Sense, of hearing; from those our spoils  
Formerly obtained, and deeply groaning▪  
Bidding farewell to Neighbours and their friends,  
With clamorous noises of loath departing,  
And still Bizantia stands, who feeds the blood  
Of free born souls, who wisheth nothing but  
Th' element they move on; Oh spirits  
Generous, who nothing else desire to be  
Sepulchers for their falling lumps;  
What, is it thought a vapour impure,  
Of restless waters, can withdraw the fight  
Of quick-sight fury, or the bellowing waves,  
Stopped danger courses so, which gravel not  
Below, but fly above, the sense perceiving,  
And shall we thus decrepit rest at length  
Which will accompanied be with phlegmatic  
And cholerous humours, for to be drawn  
Out by artificial manner, skill, and art,  
As verity doth us show, whose Turrets  
In a Tapers manner gives light to all  
Our Hospitality, and yet we are almost  
Stupid, lulled with idleness, nothing but  
Slumbering dreams doth take abode and seize  
Upon our faculties: rouse, rouse, your leaden sense,  
Display your Arms, cleanse rusty swords amain,  
Look out your Helmets, Coats, bring home again  
Your lost deceiving follies, search them out,  
And let not rust and canker turn their edge from  
Shedding blood; let not the hymns of music  
Dull your ears, let Drums and Trumpets sound  
Still your intentions, until there be found  
No vile lascivious fact with wanton ones,  
Which brings dull hearts, and lingeringness in bones,  
Hollarro's part doth differ far from it:  
They'll know as much, if they then defraud not  
Their much enfeebled hands, for th'star where I,  
And under which my native time did come,  
Did impregnate here in stout acts to be  
As valour, rage, choler, blood, temper, free.  Adrenimia with Attendants▪ Adre. 
Hollarro Prince, my son and only joy,  
The matter still stands in a doubtful way▪  
To whom it bend●, your judgement Prince, I pray,  
Decides the cause, Aberden's fickle will  
Runs hazard, yet on tiptoe●, whether the heads  
Be mine or no.  Holl. 
Great Queen, you know,  
I ne'er led my mind in opposition  
To the same decree; let not de●oysterous  
Humours so veil your discretion● for  
Aberden the King, cannot deny,  
I'll undertake with temperance so far,  
Without a self-disaster, to bring on  
The purpose to a head, if you'll detard  
Procrastinate the thing which you have heard,  
But to the same effect the cause to me's  
Unknown.  Adr. 
Why, it is this, if pardon lead  
The will of him, the subjects heads, who captives  
Are, by legions of his forces might,  
'Tis the elixir of my diligence,  
May be a sacrifice to me, I●m my hand  
May have command of them, disposing with  
At pleasures will, none challenge dare the same,  
It is no crime, since reason doth not blame.  
If it doth violate the Land, the Laws,  
It's soon amended where is known the cause,  
Let nothing interpose the same, but try,  
And gain my favour, lest it come dearly.  Holl. 
And were it not sufficient to have all their  
Bodies for your servitude, but in a fine  
B●●eaving of their troubled lives, and to  
Send them to some unknown coast, where all  
New found discovered creatures and their souls  
Doth sleep, while you enjoy only vain  
Pattern of a hairy scalp; sure reason  
Should discover more than it, to please a  
Fancy so with noisome shapes.  Adre. 
Hold you there,  
The King, though private carried in't,  
Divines as much, nay more; for surely it  
By the discerning Jove was long foretold,  
So waver not in will more this or that,  
But bring the same.  Holl. 
Great Queen, your counsel is  
A severe guide. I'll go in earth and sky.  
Were twist together by a prodigy,  
And all the foes with branded Lances met,  
Making such airy sounds with swords, helmet,  
That to the clouds doth raise a clamour, so  
By wounded souls which is deep 〈◊〉 most low,  
And all the sky with comets range their course,  
I would not fail, no not by all their gorse,  
But bring a sure certificate.  Exeunt.  

Scen. 3.  Belerrio, Murgorus, Nercius. Bel. 
My uncle's Palace is Apelles shop  
Of living pictures, which are set in  
No forms else but Lady's models.  
The Palace is the Judges, Ladies Diamonds;  
So it's a store, each Madam is an Angel.  Murg. 
Ay, counterfeit  Bel. 
Unheard of sound, who can dispose it so,  
They that do enlighten dull natures eyes  Ner. 
Why, can it be so termed? Cupid is blind,  
And it should follow his strange fashions.  Bel. 
Yet opposition rise, though fortune deem  
The splendour of its rays, therefore to seem  
In much less; oh that it could be said  
She turned was to moory shape, 〈…〉  
It may not forth her worth so bright,  
For in her breast carries concealed fire,  
Which makes her fumes still by the flame aspire;  
All else were rightly coloured, but if she  
Give elimation, they turn' quickly be  
To Auro●a's blushes, none dare take its place,  
What decent is, unless she first embrace  
Their rosey colour, but dejected are,  
Her crimson lips doth so excel them far.  Mur. 
Do then explain her, sure she may be known,  
No fire there is, but by its smoke is shown.  Bel. 
Her splendent parts doth so transcend clearness,  
That by its supernatures work, it dazzles all  
Bright shining shadows; she is transparent,  
No muddy form is placed in her, but she  
Is the elixir of Virginity.  Ner. 
Divulge her then, she sure cannot be lere,  
You count her so beyond the crystal clear.  Bel. 
No quick-sight apprehension can discern  
The mould from whence she is took, nor delicacy  
By all her pencil art demonstrate her;  
Diana still grows shapeless by comparison,  
Yea all the Goddesses are immured by her,  
None dare appear, nor in place come nigh her.  Mur. 
Oh sure she is invisible to be  
Named in our presence, that know her may we▪  Bel. 
In her you may discern Loves only face,  
All Nymphs their parts, and that with comely grace,  
A front dependent, eye much like a slow,  
Her lip a cherry, in her chin a bow;  
Her breast like alabaster crimson rose,  
Her waste like slender Pine disovered shows,  
Her hair the tresses, on her neck like milk,  
Display their pastimes like a twisted silk  
Or threads of gold.  Mur. 
Still foamy passage lights in thy design,  
Name her▪ that this discourse may be at fine.  Bel. 
What, stupid still, possessed with ignorance,  
Not know her by these tokens I advance?  
I'll spare no passage now to spend my breath,  
To name the quintessence of a●● the earth,  
Lerenica she disposeth of  
My fickle will, and fancy at one both.  Ner. 
What she? how backward runs the course?  
The time hath been when opportunities  
Hath sought occasion in their properties,  
By casting favours by her mush-red eye,  
Deluding objects to sobriety.  
To get the will of him, who intended  
The Zenith of love where under it did  
●est, should be prolonged further, casting  
Aside those indisposed fight and tricks,  
As vain, and whom doth none regard.  Bel. 
The Styx, her mists doth paraphrase your words,  
Wherein grim Cerberus doth bathe himself;  
Let the same vapour rise, and by its stench,  
Infuse an opiate virtue, there to dull▪  
My vital spirits, to cut the hair  
Of danger's purpose, and whereby I shall  
Receive a quiet death, for a vexed life.  Ner. 
Fear not,  
A gilded bait shall entrap this Barbell,  
we'll find her stratagems, devise a way  
The silly blind boy knows not, the which shall  
Employ affairs deserving worth a name  
Of Chronolgoy, a cheat, or somewhat  
May work effect with this same peevish brat.  Bel. 
Let hope go with that design to the end,  
Methinks my top-sayls move with celerity,  
I gain acuteness and agility;  
Who ever did take arrogance in strength,  
Or sound brave nectar's notes with Bacchus' juice,  
More freely than do I, must be more than  
Mother Nature doth put forth, sweep away,  
Enclose within thy arms; oh Cynthia,  
Thy master Titan's Candle, let not him  
Praunce on his journey to the top of th'hill;  
But curb his fiery trigon, suffer not  
No more his fight till we have done our plot.  Mur. 
Though friendship promise more than strangeness doth,  
Deride not one, but do receive them both,  
I'll bring whole fountains of new-found desires,  
Which shall suck up the honey of your fires,  
And flames of love: we go.  Exeunt.  

Scen. 4.  Celerinus, Bugargo, Orestes, Sisterus, Dirisius, Gervoron, Burnamoy. Cel. 
Since time, tradition, forces against will  
And all the country's invitations,  
Me to withstand Aberdens' 〈◊〉▪  
Of choler, which at length consumes all what  
It meets with, whose vast supportment would  
Not subsist, but be demolished▪ and top  
Submissive to its feet, know if let rest,  
sloth would enter course, yet Fame not be  
Ejected, your valour still would ●●●gne,  
And, Bugargo, if you maintain our right;  
Supporting all our cause, and not detarding  
Shame, but Derisius, Gervoron, both  
Take part with him, you shall have recompense,  
I stand obliged all due to common sense.  Burg. 
Courage strikes my resolute contentment  
High( Celerinus) immense vast Trophies,  
A Diadem, be purged from my thoughts;  
If all the prizes than were equal poised,  
And shared the lot, deciding judgement would,  
As me possessed, term trouble: for a Peasant  
Without delay transported to a Prince  
Were a too great hyperbole, I'll undertake.  Cele. 
All grateful motions attend then your soul,  
You are the head, we members wait there on;  
And what composure may be thought upon  
By loving deeds, all experientiall skill  
May be put forth, or sacrifice thy will.  
Stand firm to it, inform us then no more,  
Affection lead, thou shalt have gold or ore▪  
I wave myself, though special charge commands,  
Either gain Kingdom, or else lose your Lands;  
What spoils can blind, or mask our piercing glance?  
What keen struck sword, black armour or the lance,  
Whose sight corrupts the Element, which pare  
Contained in its self the cold moist air,  
Put forth betwixt my eye, all my desire  
To know the day it's that thou dost require.  Deris. 
What, is it thought that King Aberden will  
Hoist sails to us, dreads he, nor land, nor soil,  
Which lends a death, a murror, and a broil  
To their inhabitants, they'll ne'er wait,  
Pitching a leaguer to o'ercome the wall  
They are bent against, which shares with Nile,  
The alps would fair imprint a backward call,  
If once their eyes cast upwards be.  
Burgargo, do command my legion, when  
Fear smites thy arm, fire Beacons, and let  
Drums sound loud.  Ger. 
Let Bizantia's Monarch pursue the way,  
He has at length begun; for Morpheus  
Doth bear more frequent rule with leaden Mace,  
Then Mars with valour carried in his face.  
Here's no determed theme, by whose oppose  
May vent hot sparks of manhood from our  
Loins; for as quick sight with well wrought temper,  
Gives a gloss to affect the matter; so  
Oft experience by assiduate practice,  
Makes that which is uncord than most prompt▪  
Though love is strong, yet Cupid by might  
Combines with Mars a steely shirt though hard,  
Yet oftentimes is safer than a linen frock;  
My blood doth bubble, when is brought before  
Idle disposed fashions, martial blades;  
Seeking, lost nothing, all armour proof, yet  
Useless are, which would possess with a  
Fear, they stand in danger of each other;  
Nor can the same be nought but great,  
They raise a Camp postreeme with us, when as  
The East and West doth seem a distance, not  
A foot in length, being fadomed by their might,  
Since than so large our enemies be found,  
Our glory still grows greater by their sound,  
What answer you?  Orest. 
'Tis right, renowned friend  
In prime to careful be of our sovereign  
In maintaining right, next to this City  
And thy Country good, if truth thou binds in  
That same Gordian knot.  Sist. 
Then bold faced Champions, leviated from the blood  
Of well tried Princes, you may discern the  
Blast, if by prevention not made sure,  
Cause ruin o'er this Land, if flint and sie:  
Being met, expel their fiery beams;  
Well may your generous souls inflaming  
With valour, betwixt rough danger and  
Mild sloth, let fly over sleepy hill, until you  
Are conducted to th' contrary by grim death.  Bur. 
Since cause is equal, victory cannot be  
Debarred from us, and no ways misery  
Take here abode.  Cele. 
Let's then beguile the time no more by talk,  
But see your guard and front be sure,  
Call o'er in summons, display your Colours,  
Flags, Banners, Pendents, Streamers, see your men  
Be right for th'cause, great general Bugardo.  
When that is done, I'll cause my sacred Priests  
To move the gods, and all their hymns set forth  
For your welfare, all what can thought be worth.  Exeunt.  

Scen. 5.  Quermero, Perpurgerus. Perp. 
Why so, since time delivers otherwise to be.  
Stretch forth thy arm, it's nought but exercise  
Brings on the same.  Quer. 
Oh hold then pray you there;  
I'll stretch my hand, if fortune will give leave.  
But shall not be to kill, but to maintain  
Life by its help.  Per. 
How strange to common sense!  
Draw out thy sword I'll show thy postures;  
What if a man should challenge field with thee?  Quer. 
Then I should die.  Per. 
Before the blow did come?  Quer. 
I quickly sure, the sight's as good as blows  
With me; but since your Treaty is to draw,  [ He stands in a foolish posture.] 
I stand hear guardian of myself.  Per. 
See, see,  
If't were possible, he would invite Heraclitus  
To laugh: I dare swear Plato might read  
A piece of Philosophy in his posture;  
Stand up man with a full breast, surely  
Mr. Quermero, your breech and feet are  [ Quer. nods his head. 
At difference—  Per. 
Hold up your hand, and stiddy; how like you  
It— What, no answer, but by conjecture  
Postures; he shakes his head, 'tis well, hold up  
I say— hold in I say this breech, oh  [ Quer. makes a face. 
Pretty face; but if you'll make no answer,  
It is my means shall force you;  [ Per. beats him, and he runs away and lays down his Sword. 
What none— what none— what none.  Quer. 
Gently good cousin, my bum is addle,  
Have care you break no Eggs; for if you do,  
The sent perfumes the room▪ beside all  
Myrrh or spikenard.  Per. 
Why answer you not?  Quer. 
Let pity force compassion▪ 'tis  
My weak stomach and foolish condition,  
The nakedness of sword lends such terror  
To my heart, reflects amazement to my  
Eyes, that while supported by my hand, no  
Word can utter the cause I it dismissed.  Per. 
Oh senseless pagan, take't up again;  [ He takes his sword. 
What, afraid, here take it, try thy valour,  
Shake thy weapon▪ now I'll draw mine.  Quer. 
Then I'll  
Put up.  Per. 
Hold, stay thy hand, and let us two enclose.  Quer. 
I wish Aberden had no greater foes.  [ They clatter their swords Per. 
hay bravely done, this is all, well manned.  Quer. 
Heyday, methinks I am a second George for  
England, have at you then.  Per. 
Stand further off.  Quer. 
Stand further off.  Per. 
Have care—  Q. 
Stand further off.  Per. 
You'll run in danger, hazard the little life  
You have▪ put up, put up.  Q. 
Stand further off.  ( He cuts him.) Per. 
What now, draw blood, brave Champion,  
My joys still grow the greater, wind whistle  
Forth thy fame, like sturdy Oak thou stands  
All other are but shrubs, my blood cries blood  
Again, stand Guardian still.  Quer. 
Stand further off.  ( He hollows.) Per. 
Your dexterous art works opposition to  
My termed design, none can then curb your will,  
But what must spring from Bizantia.  Quer. 
What, kicks thou? stand further off.  Per. 
The pumel of my sword is lost, thou art like  
A Crocodile, pursuing flies, flies pursuing  
Your hardy courage, rises more and more,  
I hope to see the Land all in a gore;  
My spleen now riseth, works in the concave,  
A desperate motion, nothing shall thee save.  Quer. 
I fear neither friend nor foe, stand further off.  Per. 
I purpose now to put in motion some,  
Beyond capacity, strange unheard act;  
So than thou goes.  ( He trips his heels up) Quer. 
Oh, oh; What, my back broken by a fall,  [ murder, murder. 
But stir not till he is gone, make much,  
Foster what I have got▪ perchance the fact  
Is such, that quickly will not go.  Per, 
Lie still,  
When sense bereaves thee of thy will, conjealed  
By a known accident, enforced by that  
Works invisible, a cord yet stays  
His friend, favouring by course what licence  
Give its aid, I fetch attendants to wait  
On thee.  Exit Perpur. Quer. 
Attend thyself, see that thou dost;  
Is he gone? Sword, where art thou? Hay, hay,  [ He rises by degrees. 
What, as lively as thy Master is, oh  
How the flesh corrupts thy edge; stay, is  
Perpurgerus gone? I'll lie close still, may  
Be he stands perdue, but gone or no, I'll  
Up, and see my wound; hay boys, none, none, none.  [ He leaps. 
Oh stay here; what's this? oh deadly thrust,  [ He finds a hole in his Stocking. 
Fetch a chirurgeon, I cannot go  
But must because am forced; Oh, oh, oh, oh.  [ He halts from off the Stage▪ Exit.  

Scen. 6.  Hollarro. Hol. 
A Conquest lost for want of obedience;  
That superstitious terror, which with  
Force con●atenates the wills of natural  
Bears, and hangs its Flag, a sign of true  
Discretion, as making votes, sole  
Recreation in nought but prayer,  
And offering sacrifice, still stands in  
Behoving power, imploring the aid of  
Sublime Gods or Deities; a decree,  
Not challenged by a right, then let us la●d  
Them according to their deserts, we shall receive  
Pledges of felicity, and cancel out  
Our black transgressions; thus should it, none  
In exchange betwixt them and us, for what  
●Ascends when we descend, threefold descends  
●Again when we ascend; this same it will,  
By graduation, form a ladder passing  
From the celestial quire to the terrestrial ball:  
And now ne'er want pleaded more her  
Cause than at this present; my care shall  
Be to see it fulfilled, yet my Mother Queen  
Stays out her time, my duty shall wait  
Leisure of her coming.  Adrenimia, sola. Adr. 
Well, Prince Hollarro, I see you are not perverse  
You wait my leisure; I●● recompense,  
My ears hang at your tongue by a symphaticall  
Attention, striving with priority, who to  
Super-exceed; the ●enor by your voice will give  
The Victory, what answers King Aberden?  Hol. 
Most mighty Queen, my entreats did play  
Their course as Fortune thought it fit,  
Bent with a resolution not to return with  
Fruitless answers, until thought possessed  
My tender judgement, they had gained  
Anger from King Aberden; yet like a  
Valorous Champion stood his ground, not  
Flying at the first, but reply over the  
Same again; but when the fury ended, mildness  
Did deliver, he would conceal.  Adr. 
What, not the head, the least request could be;  
Why, when the swift long-winged faul●on plays  
Her game, her recompense shall be the head;  
What so ere her prey be, he would conceal, O  
If King would favour me, with majesty  
Of his great presence I'uld know the reason why.  Hol. 
Great Princess, I'll see.  Exit. Hol. Adr. 
So go thy way.  Aberden, Hollarro, Yernomoy, Fafrisius, Buzaraine, and Nevermo. Aber. 
Adrenimia, you sent for me, I know the cause,  
Grief still doth poise the libra of my will,  
By a just weight, the beam is leavel, but to  
Whom give down( it's yet reserving power)  
Is unknown, you plead for it, ten thousand  
Pleads against; you are my Queen, all  
Other are my subjects; you save my name,  
The other save my life: to whom should it  
Give down? pray Lords aid you me in't;  
She pleads for head of those that captive be,  
The request is small, though much denied by me;  
Are you content? then I shall notwithstand;  
Do you deny? then I will leave the Land.  Hol. 
Your Majesty Astrea yet much courts,  
She with her grasped hand, and severe looks,  
With scale and sword makes in your mind her  
Sphere, yet will it enter into the hearts  
Of your subjects, and deem t'the clemency of a King,  
Grant it the Queen, great sovereign▪  Year. 
The Prince answers for all.  Abe. 
Are you so all agreed?  Year. Faf. Buz. Ne. 
We are all, brave King.  Hol. 
The game is up.  Aber. 
My Queen, the only will of him, who ever 〈◊〉  
Thy sole refuge, doth grant with ●ervency,  
The subjects heads that taken are by us;  
They are thy ransom, take you them when you please;  
My Ships have gained upon the angry Seas,  
Dancing levalto, my courage not refuse,  
To do the same, thy pleasure will to choose;  
Therefore, brave Princess, this thy self-design  
Shall be a virtue, not in least a crime;  
So take it freely, take it as a bliss,  [ He kisseth the Queen. 
Before my subjects, confirm it with a kiss.  Omnes, 
Continuance long we wish.  Adre. 
My King, my Monarch, what can I term thee less,  
In granting thy poor Queen a happy bliss?  
I thank thy high and mighty power for it,  
Thy subjects too, I'll frame a thing what's fit,  
Or best becoming all the tedious sense,  
Of your blessed wills for this your kind presence.  Exeunt.  

Scen. 7.  

Chorus, 1. Song  

1.  
Shout aloud,  
Let a cloud  
Distil rain  
To the plain,   

1.  
While with mirth  
We on earth,  
Mercy, Peace,  
Each embrace:   
Let him want mercy, peace, and voice,  
That cannot play when we rejoice.  

3.  
It combines,  
And inclines  
Man and beast  
To a feast.   

2.  
And Jove sounds  
To their rounds,  
Making sport  
To their sort.   
Let him want mercy, peace, and voice,  
That cannot play when we rejoice.  

3,  
Mars put down  
To a room  
Lower than  
Worst of men.   

3.  
Forced to be  
There is he  
With relief  
Pini●g grief.   
Let him want mercy, peace, and voice,  
That cannot play when we rejoice.  

4.  
It's a time  
Rolls of wine,  
Follow game  
The self same,   

4.  
Go about  
Till they rove  
Fancies of  
Those that quaff●;   
Let him want mercy, peace, and voice,  
That cannot play when we rejoice.  

5.  
Within this  
All's a bliss,  
Not a sin  
Is within,   

5.  
But all joy  
Nought dist●oy  
The least mite  
Of our right;   
Let him want mercy, peace, and voice,  
That cannot play when we rejoice.  

6.  
Ceres with  
Her green sheaf  
In the morn  
Brings in Corn,   

6.  
As the sky  
All doth die,  
Lands and streams  
With light beams;   
Let him want mercy, peace, and voice,  
That cannot play when we rejoice.   

Song 2.  

1.  
The time is all well-nigh spent,  
Fury begins to rage,  
All to War they are fully bent,  
Nothing else will assuage.   

2.  
Now Jove's pastimes must give way,  
Both man and beast must fear,  
Mars must both rule and bear the sway,  
It whistles in my ear.   

3.  
Those that mount even for to pass,  
Their time in Taverain,  
Must look to keep a Fort at last,  
Regard their sovereign.   

4.  
Ceres' dismissed is with that  
She hath with labour hew'●,  
Turning her with fame in her lap,  
Drums sound another tune,   Exeunt▪    


Act 2. Scen. 1.  Lerenica, Histerica. Ler. 
DIsplay my tresses, see decent places  
Become their shapes, withdraw the straggling  
Hairs, reduce them to a set form.  Hist. 
'Tis done.  
Behold, delicious, sweet faced Hymen's day,  
And what your will is with acceptance pleased  
To be, my purpose was to have took labour,  
In conveying you to some chaste Nunnery,  
Where all refreshment of a doleful day  
Should be low sighs; but your mind is turned  
You in its place receive a Palace bright,  
Where Diadems come to a grasping hand,  
Such riot by a fury is employed,  
That reason would conclude( if sense guide not)  
That walls and houses were all even ground,  
And by it fumes sent by an airy help,  
Draweth a curtain betwixt friends and foe,  
And no other music practised,  
But clamours from both wide and shrill-sound throats,  
As't were a ransom to a Victory,  
The cause whereof Bellerrio counts you fair.  Lere. 
Had you by favour obtained the good will  
Of Duke Bellerrio, and no outraging  
Carriage by a mysterious form, metamorphosed  
The design, but expedition wrought with  
Nature so, that in the passage of affection,  
You by discretion wrought to the object,  
Combined with a smile, following by tract,  
Or by tradition, to the wont place,  
All the Nuptial Rights that are wished for,  
To present to the view a happy morn,  
As bridegroom's morrows, Sack-posset, and beside,  
A thing not to be named.  Hist. 
Oh! My blood is young.  Lere. 
It would have favoured time, so as an hour  
Rest, when waken all the joys b●ing past,  
And what did boil by a lascivious lust,  
Would cooled be by a dull appetite,  
You may protest when tall Bellerrio,  
Did by his own known counsel hide  
Within my soul a treasure not corrupt.  
In those consenting silent times he moved,  
Was but a gliding beam to Sol his self,  
Which by its fullness brings on this malady;  
But now renouncing those bad infections,  
Receives by means some vital Spirits in,  
To bid defiance to those false allurements.  Hist. 
It were too hard, you speak not like a Siren,  
For beauty, shape, with modesty, if tyrants all withstand,  
are invitations to Venus' Courts,  
The efficacy therein by which they bear,  
If were abraped, the Academy of Love were gone;  
Nay if by nature possibly I could  
Be turned a Man, if icy temper seized  
Upon my limbs, and put to prospect as  
One wanting soul, the like reward, also  
Hopeful enterprise, would then regenerate,  
As I have hear-said, calor naturalis in my veins;  
Nay if Midas his wish, with Jasons' golden fleece,  
Put to redeem your same beauteous piece,  
Yet all would prove too vain; for you are such,  
And have like virtues, both in least and much;  
I cannot so myself so full express,  
As if a man I were I do confess,  
For than I should enlarge at every word,  
And here for three, three hundred then afford.  Lere. 
Believe me, Histerica at this time doth pierce  
My understanding a thought of great belief,  
That he prefers you to a place so high,  
To be the prologue to his enterprise;  
But by his carriage he should be what wise,  
( And if he be) he should have took more care,  
Than to send such Orations as these.  
Learning is not a bait fit for women's stomaches;  
Rather by entreaties, must persuade, and  
Fostered Muse, than any Tullian phrase, or  
Homer's lines, you are too high in your design,  
And withal too tedious, away, away,  
Be sure your words are not in office, like  
Compelling swords, but turn their calling to  
Rebounding echoes; they are air, and so  
They vanish, and doth not enter my soul;  
And if by lot he chooses you again,  
Tell him from me he is not wise.  Hist. 
Too hard  
Nature to work upon, and by temper,  
Was not first decreed to be a woman;  
For women are soft, you carry an opposition:  
For men to love, you stand against the cause,  
But 'tis no matter; now Bellerrio comes,  [ Enter Beller. 
He'll speak himself.   

Scen. 2.  To them Bellerrio. Bel. 
My only thoughts, thou art my Diamond that  
I daily wear, and when my eye is cast  
Upon its splendour, it's turned a mine of gold;  
When crystal beauty ushers in her train,  
And Ruby colour fetched from the Indian mine,  
Doth act their quarrels in a lovely face,  
Whose cheeks are Roses, brow a comely mace,  
So Paris joyed, when he fe●ch't Helen home;  
So Ulysses joyed, to see his sweet hearts loom;  
So Hippomenes joyed, when he the Apples got;  
So Ae●ea● joyed, when saved, it was his lot,  
So, and beyond all that, rejoiced he,  
( Except yourself) obtained by a decree, the fairest of yo●●ex;  
Nay, these are nought, in thought but vain deceits,  
Mine is the substance, these are only baits,  
Not in the least, derived from a name;  
Mine's pure and perfect, theirs is void of shame.  
Nought can by artificial art be brought unto,  
More decent than pure Lerenica's hew.  
'Tis you, 'tis you, your sex I honour still,  
You above rest, in you my only will  
Hath free beatitude, content and life.  
All things what else, that is then void of strife,  
I will endure for to maintain the cause  
Of your brave sex, and Champion in the Laws,  
That concerns you and yours, who perfect is,  
Sole happiness, a thing beyond all bliss,  
Let me embrace your will.  Lere. 
Illustrious Duke, it were an injury  
Enforced by me, and I should by liberal  
Freedom violate the means of your true amity,  
Not concluding with a favourite, the  
Purpose was my own decree, you did  
Display their flames so in their ardency  
Of generous contemplations, that  
In circumference of its boundless hope,  
No room was left for me to express  
Myself in equal balance poised your worth,  
But with a back-recalling sound of love,  
Made a retreat not worthy of the same,  
And with cherishing thoughts that pleasure  
Might be filled, and no disliking taste rise  
From its stench, you for to term me  
Most unworthy of such bright enterprises.  Bel. 
Alas your answer is indisposed now,  
Do but resolve me how it would become  
A Peasant to deny a Prince, a martial man;  
Women fine smiling shows, surely I should  
Condemn myself as guilty, one stupefied by art,  
If that I should think so; come come,  
Your words doth not diminish, but give aid  
To my dull hopes of a brave Victory.  Hist. 
Madam if leave may have so much freedom, hear  
This time, to help the case, give me a word,  
A Dialogue is good, when there's three persons;  
The Duke speaks fair, not sending his words  
As if they dealt more cruel by sighs and  
Sieges, more tempestuous than storming  
Neptune's blast; Or as if he intended  
Batteries against your beauty's favour.  
But with a comely grace, understood of  
sweetness, and smiling passage; withal, a  
Brave decorum, it would pierce an Adamant,  
Make restless motions, calm, serene and clear,  
And in stern looks where fury hath before  
Took potent place, 'twould quickly extinguish all.  Lere. 
No want here is of foul conspiracy,  
A problem sure, and that invisible too  
Contained therein, no new found art can be  
By stars or reason, or interpreter,  
So quick-sighted in the way of these strange  
Politic notes; to lay it open, or  
Divulge the same, it must be silence with  
Perseverance thereof, who is the spouse  
Of long-sought mystery, reveal this same;  
How can it be that you should both join in  
The same broad channel of deliverance?  
As if slit-looks should reason so the case,  
To be nunciate betwixt their tongues,  
Histerica keep silent in these hours,  
Bellerrio I'm not worthy to be yours.  Bel. 
What still persuaded so, you transform it,  
And where you think conspiracy to be,  
It is not so, but the Oracles means,  
Delivered to our ears, the cause is right,  
Come bring no critical point, no posture of  
Confusion to my maladies, be more mild,  
You deserve all, I single you from th' rest,  
Because an angel, and a Virgin blessed.  Exeunt.  

Scen. 3.  Celerinus, Orestes, Sisterus, Burnomoy Cele. 
It is decreed, the business pursues the cause.  Orest. 
My liege, the post of quick known news  
Did come, not knowing your majesty's  
Privy Chamber, to my hands, he being  
Accompanied with many conditions  
Of King Aberden's will, and the fuel  
That now maintains the quarrel betwixt us  
And him, sent to your highness' presence,  
Did leave then to your best times consideration▪  Celer. 
Are they now present?  Orest. 
They are, my Liege.  Cele. 
Read them, I'll attend.  Orest. 
Aberdens' Conditions of this waging War, sent from Bruzantia to Celerinus, King of Numenia.  
Since all the Regions  
Under Northern Pole,  
Stretch forth their  
Distance as far as they can,  
Doth do obedience,( not  
One doth condole)  
Unto the Country and  
Bruzantia's man.  
Send yearly tribute,  
And their daily vows  
Unto their Gods to  
Prosper our success.  
That by the clamour of  
Their open mouths,  
We have a music that  
Beyond all bliss.  
It is the purpose and  
The only care  
Of great Aberden to  
Have you do so;  
And that hereafter  
You do not despair  
To do the like, and to  
His presence owe.  
If you refuse, his ships  
Are all rigged for  
The Ocean waves, and by  
A prosperous gale;  
To sally out and come  
Unto your shore,  
Before you think his  
Ships be put to sale;  
Therefore consider, take  
A serious time,  
Regard your cause, to  
Whom it ●hould then bend,  
Do not then waver, follow  
Straight a line.  
To have Aberden either  
Foe or Friend:  Sist. 
Put it up, it's read, enclose the lines,  
A bold design to such a powerful name.  Cele. 
His usurping grace strives too too high,  
Who swells with blood of lost innocent ones,  
Which will by vacuation prove a gall,  
He cannot carry manhood for a praise  
Of Warlike courage as the freeborn souls  
For country, good, and health, without more time;  
My mind is fixed, no other fancy takes  
My genius, but send a daring challenge  
To his will.  Bur. 
It is right, dread sovereign,  
My never tired yet hand shall bring with it  
Vermilion hue, when' se're return, and I,  
As long as strength doth give its aid,  
Withstand their bold attempt.  Orest. 
My mind by looks did so much answer him,  
They were so fixed by fury in my brow.  
I slight his threatening lines with spitting fume,  
We can set envy up as well as he,  
Upon a banner tossed, and make him know  
'Twas rash without a council chose,  
Thus answers him, Orestes.  Sist. 
The Chaos was my Mother, so to Chaos  
Will return, ere I be thought base in a  
Pedigree, my mind stands to their will.  Celer. 
So,  
Hector by way ne'er gained such fame, as we,  
By this dread undertaking; but before.  
We force a Camp, I shall engagement bring  
Upon your souls, that you a solemn vow,  
By this my signature of all Numenia,  
To stand your colours, as long as flesh or  
Bone, and blood by circulation, keeps dame  
Nature in, and fight for him,( my self the  
Meaning is) as breath hath interal passage,  
And then postreme, to kill who's e'er you take;  
See that you do confirm.  Omnes. 
Long live Celerinus King.  [ They bow and kiss the Signature on his hand. Celer. 
Well said, brave noble souls,  
But before we for leaguer do provide,  
We'll know our general's will and Captains too,  
So Burnomoy bring them then into presence,  [ Exit Burn. 
And things right managed with a discreet will,  
Brings good well hap, and very seldom ill;  
For if the case be plain, and take no heed,  
Oft ruin comes by that same bad misdeed.   

Scen. 4.  To them, Burnomoy, Burgargo, Derisius, Gervoron. Burn. 
Your command, great Prince, is here fulfilled.  Burg. 
Your business, stout liege.  Celer. 
It runs by Cypreans fields, Bruzantia's plain,  
By a spectatious sight, and information,  
A Paradise to show whose in, beyond,  
The Tagus fragments go, by Poets famed to be  
Paved with a Pearl, her grace surrendering to  
The Queen of beauty's pride Chlo●is with her  
Decency, strikes admiration to th' insatiate  
Soils, to see themselves by Autum's clusters  
So pressed down, and cooling Rivers which with  
Melodious tunes sing by the woody banks,  
While they with as well pleasing noise,  
Whistle like Orpheus' reed, Titan in  
Aestivious times, when torrid heat hath power,  
Dismisseth night, and gives day the full hour,  
Of number twenty four; then Burgargo,  
This Region( which I named) by situation,  
Transcends the metropolis of every Nation,  
I stand defiance with a barbarous call,  
I purpose to choose you my general.  Burg. 
When sense doth rave beyond its bounds, why then  
There is no reason that we should be men;  
Let sense and reason scorn my only state,  
When I deny to govern this by fate,  
Which hath been separated from the rest,  
By Jove his hand, and he to be the guest  
That it should entertain; this isle that which  
Gives livelihood, and makes the inhabitants rich,  
My hope is fixed upon, and firmly too,  
That sacred God's will aid and fortune show,  
Because we stand in our defence, not lust  
To have a War; but this our cause is just,  
We stand for right, not what is got by pelf  
For lives, for wives, who are our second self;  
'Tis pity that this Nation should go down,  
And save your Majesty, none ought to wear the Crown,  
Except yourself, who wisely with your hand,  
With voice gives leave, with that their force withstand,  
Let them display their colours, black visage, so  
unseemly sight, with plaited hair you know,  
Much like a Horses main, which gives a light,  
They are savage creatures, special in the night,  
When skies become their favour; let them come,  
I'll be your general till day of doom.  Cel. 
Your answer's good, they are both rash and rude  
In judgement, doing actions, and before  
Their nature be by valour kerbed so,  
They'll ne'er rest silent, but stratagems  
Inventing still, though with grief and amazing  
Flashes bring a float of destruction  
With whole waves of sorrow to their pedigree,  
My breast doth breathe not with a fair clear passage,  
Because corruption grows from nomination of  
Such hellish heathens; the Numenia's Land  
They strive to make their prey, and spoil of it;  
'Tis not the fear of their great potent arm,  
'Tis not Aberden with his hellish charm,  
'Tis not their Chariots with their Iron wheels,  
'Tis not their Ships with their well pitched keels,  
'Tis not the fierceness of their nature soul,  
'Tis not the savageness of their grim soul,  
'Tis not the words of their well threatened 〈◊〉,  
'Tis not the strokes with which they make their noise,  
'Tis not the armour that they daily wear,  
'Tis not the colours wrought with silver clea●,  
'Tis not the conditions that they all sent,  
'Tis not the words that they pleased to put in't,  
'Tis neither this, nor that, shall work so fast,  
But I will fight their fury to the last.  Deris. 
Your answer's like yourself, noble, and that  
Most generous; I like a branch, you are  
The root, if you perish I must not stand.  Gervo. 
Let fame want Trumpets for to blaze herself,  
Let my poor soul want blood to raise herself,  
When I deny to be as firm as you.  Cele. 
Then my Lord Orestes, see a Legate  
Be prepared to send to King Aberden.  
You know the drift of th' cause, we will maintain  
The War he promiseth to our Land, and  
Burgargo with these two Captains, which are  
Derisius and Gervoran, and that valiant  
Soldier Burnomoy, draw down your forces  
To the port-Towns, cast trenches, ditches, that  
If they gain the Land, they know not where to  
Lead a squadern up, but stand amazed  
at their rash striking shore.  Omnes. 
Heavens bless Numenia's King.  Cel. 
After you return,( as undoubtedly victorious)  
Trophies shall be prepared of pure Gold,  
Elixirs essence, what doth Nature hold,  
Be presents to your reward.  Exeunt.  

Scen. 5.  Adrenimia, Hollarro, with Attendants. Adre. 
My soul runs wand'ring from its way,  
Not knows its guide, till fortune by favours  
Whip, lash the occasion forward, that they  
May join their Forces by Sea or Land;  
My hands want blood, that( by its natural heat)  
Receive a quickening sense, my ●ury plays  
Upon the strings of the ●●●●cordium,  
Which causeth a palsy in my hand, th●●  
Hold I cannot till some blood I have,  
I could with ease digest the wrong that's done,  
If I should cause one of Aberdens' friends  
To use my Altar, his head upon my spear,  
In the air to be an attom of delight,  
It is a thing disgorge with me most sure,  
I feel a weakening cause rise in my bones  
Which can be deemed nought else, but want of blood,  
Prithee Hollarro what, must still vacation,  
A rust corrupt your souls and weapon too,  
Resolve my quere, sure you are not bent  
To raise perplexity to a Queen her will,  
Blood, blood, still I will call.  Holl. 
Great Adrenimia, the conditions which your King  
Was pleased to make a War, expected answers  
Are, when Post brings news, the tidings which you  
Wait leisure on, unto my father's Court,  
No sooner arrival shall take its abode,  
But with a fiery look and watery eyes,  
Bring to your highness those same prodigies  
Which lurk betwixt affection and defraud,  
Your pleasure will to crave that harsh design,  
Like Ebian wood, whose colour cannot be  
Changed to a whitish hue, no more can your  
Entreaty turn its black melanchollious  
Humour to a white waterish phlegmatic  
Cause; my spirits raise ambition in my  
Veins, that such who works against nature's will,  
Receives no free permission there to lay  
Its store for that same matter which you crave;  
But if a War go on with immatchlesse forces,  
My father's such a man( your Husband, Aberden)  
Stands to a word, though mentioned long before,  
To let those captive subjects, which by lot  
Caught in the gins of our freeborn like souls  
Of Amazons, ne'er yield field to any,  
Either foe or friend, to less or many.  Adr. 
What, is it so? what, is it so? still Hollarro stand against  
That same canary bird, what's ere it be,  
Sings such a note with pains repining forth,  
Such unagreeing discord, and unhandsome  
Quavers, shall quickly have a Pip upon  
His tongue, a slit or ga●● about his neck,  
Make him sing sweeter changes than those same;  
Hollarro take care, look not to untwist  
Those arms of great Aberden and his Queen.  
He granted me, you stand in opposition;  
Talk more with silent counsel, then to th' face  
Of a Queen's power, condemn it a disgrace  
That she takes pleasure in, its blood that I  
Crave of my King, until the day I die,  
If none can have from foreign Countries then,  
Constrained I must take then our innocent men,  
Your part shall not scape free, if you do not  
Go to the Wars, the next will be your lot,  
Therefore blow up those fires that almost die  
In your stout soldier, that perpetually  
They may bring home great spoils unto the Queen,  
As captives, bracelets, all what my youth hath seen:  
See, see, you do, do so, dispatch the cause,  
Or else in this Land I will bring new laws.  Hol. 
Your will's a Law, great Madam, to my force,  
I shall not be him that withstands your loss;  
The frigid Zone ne'er new the icy way,  
Or tracked her course more plainer than doth I,  
In your bright Horizon, the sphere of hope  
Wherein my restless will doth make her Orb.  
While Titan drives four prancing Horses,  
That needs neither whip nor bridle; so move I  
To please the tender affection of your  
Princely grace; take not in least in heart  
My bad attempt, which flies by the swift wings  
of ignorance, guided by staff of folly,  
Ranging within the bowers of restless will,  
Seeking the corners of vain bad designs,  
Still let them fly for refuge to your grace,  
Let them there take their most reserving place.  Adre. 
You are most hollow-hearted, while you see  
No good there is in gaining, what your will  
Hath mind to work its force, you then detard  
Most fatigated in that, what your purpose was,  
Desist your talk, I leave your presence.  Holl. 
Ay,  
Stand submissive as becomes your Son,  
And wait your royal Person.  Exeunt.  

Scen. 6.  Aberden, Yernomoy, Fafrisius, Buzaraine, Nevermo. Aber. 
The Legate is dismissed from them, 'tis well  
Their answer riseth so high against our will,  
Which hath bid stern Mars stand off, and the Brute  
Of troy-novant his race, hath stood with his  
Shoulders pending to the ground, by its  
Massy and assured w●ight, blessed in the  
Perifery of a swallowing main, burst  
Great Numenia's wall, make skies to echo  
As you do at Rome, when Pope stand elevated,  
Quell you their voice by your secret harmony,  
That will make Hercules for to wonder,  
And Leo rejoice to hear such single notes,  
And tigers repeat it as a loving Song,  
That when the Inhabitants hear, struck with the  
Amazement of a terrors will, terming it  
Thunder; let Auster, Boreas, and the other two,  
Of Cardinal points, your fame blow aloud,  
In represention of( wrongs new redressed)  
Not to be veiled by curtain of a foe,  
Or frightment, but fully resolved to be  
Revenged of th' quarrel, and his Majesty.  Year. 
Our glorious purpose, like the sparkling star,  
Gives light in dark, when leaden Saturn stands  
Nigh on his side, whose pale-faced tanyed state  
Makes splendour rise of th●●●ar above the rest,  
When all the mists and waterish vapours of  
The middle Region cannot withstand him;  
But like a Diamond among ●ebble stones,  
Cast bighter blaze above the rest, than them;  
So we proceed, excel the others hope.  Faf. 
Liberty stands bound, when with the crafty  
Whistle, or second sound of their advanced  
Pinnions, dives to the boroughs of a  
Childish fear, we will afford upon their  
Terrestrial plains, such unheard language,  
That shall not by graduation, but at first  
Seize on their clownish brains, and endue  
Our native Land unto posterity,  
With victorious praise.  Buza. 
Right, Fafrisius,  
The celestial quires runs counter for to  
Gain us trophies by their help; for the Globe  
Which was the Antipodes Land, is now ours  
By fortunes only guiding, by women's  
Innocent looks, strives with her force and will  
To have all good for us, and nothing ill.  Nev. 
Your speeches are fully poised, no venture done,  
No good is had, we'll strike an oblick cross  
Unto their Land, if it be for no cause else,  
But for our Countries good, as for our King;  
That all the Penates with divine sound,  
Bless all the Cities, Towns, and Castles of our Land,  
With most tranquillous times, Linraides  
Spreads Fields with Flora's Vesprey, and that Sol  
May have perpetual motion in the Ram,  
Though hot and choleric, yet a handsome  
Spring, which shall bestow on this the Title  
Of a fruitful soil.  Abe. 
Your souls are generous  
To the last—  Year. 
And doth hope for to endure.  Aber. 
As long as blood doth warm the heart.  Faf. 
We will  
not flinch our ground.  Aber. 
Your valour's stout,  
Much like a Trojan blade.  Buz. 
Or Irish Moor,  
Who never stepped from him that gained  
Ground.  Aber. 
Then you will fight?  Nev. 
We will my liege.  Aber. 
Then let valour range her course, go see what  
Ships are rigged, and galleys fit for sail,  
That in two hours' space or less, we may  
Bestride the Sea, with the whole Navy of  
Our Army, ten thousand Ships well prepared,  
To bear within concaves of their vast  
Great bellies, both men and Ammunition,  
Shot, under the conduct of Hollarro Prince,  
Twelve thousand horse, and forty thousand foot,  
Bearing the colours of a golden Ball  
Set in a large black field, with chevern of  
Three Mullits o'er; next him, you Yernomoy,  
Bring up a wing of thirty thousand foot,  
Furnished with pike and sword, musket and bandalere  
And all displayed, with Griffins rampant on  
Their shield; so you Fafrisius follow next  
With nine thousand horse, well saddled, bearing  
A Rose upon their arms, beset in Arg.  
Buzaraine, with your Captains and the rest,  
As Nevermo, stand you a distance from the rest,  
With nine thousand both of foot and horse,  
To aid these Lords, if that need require.  
What subject you take, bring home unto my Queen,  
These are all your precepts.  Omnes. 
Heavens bless Aberden King, and prosper  
his success.  Exeunt.  

Scen. 7.  

Chorus, Song 1.  

1.  
Actaeon was not wise,  
Diana him espies,  
And caused him to be by dog's tore,  
Because he did her see  
Naked with modesty,  
And graced him with two horns before.   

2.  
Helen she was most fair,  
Paris thought none compare  
Unto her well shaped soul and face▪  
She did at length destroy  
That famous City Troy,  
And caused both famine and disgrace,   

3.  
Demonica that Queen,  
Who for lucre and gain  
Pe●raid Ephesus with a wile  
Unto Brennus that man,  
Which afterwards became  
His sole destruction and exile.   

4.  
And Atalanta, she  
Did chaste Peleus see,  
Would not give way unto her will,  
She falsely did accuse,  
and basely did abuse  
Him, to Acasius of ill.    

Song 2.  

You see by these four examples,  
how women they do fail,  
In any matter that mantles,  
the good in ill prevail:  
They seek with sweet sugard words,  
And all things that pleasure affords,  
for to destroy  
their only joy,  
be they ●ar Knights or Lords:  
Then fie upon this world, that such a thing should be.   

Then let us leave those silly brats,  
that do perdition bring,  
And discourse of more serious that's  
belonging Aberden:  
He draws his stout Captains ●n,  
And his potent Army long,  
against his foe,  
which he doth know  
to be of the same throng:  
Then fie upon this world, that such a thing should be.      


Act 3. Scen. 1.  Celerinus, Burgargo, Orestes, Sisterus, Derisius, Gervoron, Burnomoy, soldiers, Ensign, Drums, flag. Cel. 
THeir first arrival on Numenia's Land,  
They purchased it by a Legion of  
Their sacrificed lives. Aberdens' men  
Were new beginners in those stratagems,  
Their Armour was no friend, but played a foe,  
To their well nigh and half sweltered bodies:  
Our trenches work by wisdom, not by force,  
While we like Trojans stood and mazed their folly.  
Come brave souls, let's meet them in the front.  Bur. 
Let them strike anchor in our barren forts,  
While there no controversy riseth on ground,  
For their determed wills to make a choice,  
Whether Sea or Land afford their execution;  
Though AE●lus confirm with Neptune's  
Blustering noise on the azure gliding Seas,  
Which hoisteth to th' memory a panic fear;  
Yet those shall stand in no similitude  
To our own Land contrivings: cheer then up,  
Your Numenia bloods, we'll put them to't  
Great King Celerinus, will you please to lead,  
Let's ralley them before they gather head.  [ They march and go out. Aberden, Hollarro, Yernomoy, Fafrisius, Buzarain, Nevermo, Quermero, Perpurgerus. Ensigns, Drums, a march, soldiers. Aber. 
March, march, let swift and sure set feet strike off  
Sloth her entreatie●, the metamorphious forms  
Of their strange Land, shall lend to none of our  
Determied thoughts such a prodigious sense,  
As make a quick flown fury rise, as  
Choler in the veins created by burnt  
Adust blood, but with a milder grace,  
Send comfort to our hope with new supplies.  
The soaring Eagle ne'er prided more  
To play with air, or stand upon her wing,  
In the defiance of the lesser birds,  
Then I do in my potent soldier's strength.  
Let them strike lance with dexterous art,  
My care shall ever be employed to gain  
The field, her triumphs, by Bruzantia's hands;  
Let's detard time no longer.  Hol. 
My liege, your will,  
Though putrid bodies by corrupted stench,  
Breeds impure Atoms, infects pure air;  
Yet those most innocent souls must not go  
To the Elysium of eternal rest,  
Without revenge do follow.  [ They march and go out. A great shouting and hollowing, and the battle within, Aberden, et c●●t. Aber. 
What, still multiplies surround their courses?  
They rise like Ants from muddy mole hills,  
Surely want ne'er showed her face within the bounds  
Of this new prodigal Ile: men like the  
Putrefaction of a loathsome form, breed  
Like the Atoms, the Sun his rays, and  
Ne'er diminish, though voice with bloody notes  
Send thousands to their far-sought homes,  
They lie with arms spread open to receive  
Their unnatural mothers, like Vipers to their dams;  
Yet terror strikes no sense to their benumbed wills,  
But a carriage of presumptuous Law,  
Of free dom, licence, of their free born right,  
They like a Fury more than modest Grace,  
Spend wind and limbs a sacrifice to us:  
We fear nor courage, nor their valour; no,  
Their sights are not the weapons of our lust  
We have to fight; come, come, march on.  Holl. 
We will,  
For ne'er shall that strange sound take place  
Within receptacles of a hearing,  
That Bruzantia's men lost ground; come march  
With me, my Lords.  Year. 
We follow your command.  Exeunt. Celeriuns, & c Cele. 
The service was hot, yet fear not you,  
Though ground doth thirst with her insatiate  
Will, to drink up more conjealed coagulated blood  
Of our lost souls and soldiers, receiving  
A surfeit by its strange and faulty virtue,  
We have enough to stand a field, and face.  Burg. 
Let's draw the scattered forces to a head,  
Bring ranks in order, and each his Ensign place,  
Not lose the day with folly in our hand.  Burn. 
My stomach ne'er did faint with killing till  
This day, my arm bids not desist, though  
Reason would plead for it, my sword cries  
Vengeance still, each blow it gave, brings rosey  
Blood, its hue, from those strange hags, Bruzantia's  
Men, sending their woeful cries to the skies,  
To frame a thunder.  Cele. 
Valour runs with thy great will, from hence  
Lead thou the blue male-frocks to the field,  
Thy manhood shows thy grace, thy fame this day  
Won first its root, the next the branches they  
●hou wilt obtain, on which the Trophies hang  
Of those lost men, of which they made a mang;  
Let us see them once more, come follow me.  Exeunt.  

Scen. 2.  Quermero enters with two Swords, and all in Armour. Que. 
They force me to't; well surely, I shall be  
Prepared for the cause, this sword shall curb  
These will, and this maintain its right,  
A Caesar, nay a Caesar ne'er was  
So valiant as my two swords are, one cuts  
The flesh, the other hews the bone, my helmet  
Shows a force to kill a Guy, or Hercules,  
My Armour binds my body to the same;  
I wish a fortune would give more advice  
To him that falls in hand, then run his life;  
Suppose this Pillar were great Bevis stout,  
And I a Hector, as I am, stand to  [ He cuts the Pillar. 
Oppose the fiend, my first progress it should  
Strike him under th'●ar, the next take him here:  
Oh, oh, have at the man, have at thee;  
Nay this is nought, when Drums and Trumpets sound  
A fame unto my valour, I should be  
More like a general than a common man.  
I am sure as fancy pleaseth, now I could  
Put ten to flight, if all were Trojans stout,  
I should redress myself with tigers strength,  
And make them fear my swords.  Burgargo enters, and Quermero throws away his swords, and runs into a corner. Bur. 
The pillage of the soil is left for him,  
Who bears the victory of these two land broils,  
At present doth an opportunity show forth,  
The way to steer thy course; forbear, I'll not  
As long as heat infuse my livelihood,  
To cast a backward look to those before  
Lie gasping on the ground, I will exchange  
My broken sword for two, which are like cliffs  
For them to gaze at; and keep them under  
The thraledom of a fear; but I'll pursue  
The chase to find my prey.  [ Exit Burgar, and Querm. runs and gets up the broken swords Quer. 
What, art thou gone? 'tis well  
Thou scapedst so, he knew I was here,  
Or if he had not, I would have made him fear  
To take my swords, and leave a stump for me;  
Oh I wish he were now present, for now  
My choler riseth, I would show him such  
A twisting combat, as know a friend from foe.  
I am a Lion now, he's but a Lamb,  
I'll tear him, tear him, tear him; what, a  
Broken piece, he left unto my lot:  
Come, come, again, and let me flesh my  
Appetite, and kill thee for a name.  Perpurgerus with a bloody sword. Quer. 
Come, come, Perpurgerus.  Per. 
What, stand you still? rouse leaden spirits from  
Thy earthly soul.  Que. 
This broken sword hath caused the absence of  
The bravest Hector: this sword and hand caused it;  
I made him run, I, run.  Per. 
Some childish boy▪  Que. 
He was a Man, whose shoulders were like  
Mountains; a foot, a pastry peel would  
Equal with its birth, his eyes strike dead the  
Heartiest man that goes, all armour furnished,  
Yet forced to run.  Per. 
How did he bear the blows?  Qu. 
How did I bear the blows? like V●lcans anvil;  
For as he struck, my rebounding sense  
Answered him again; he stood like  
Nicodemus, or a fool, while I stood  
Breaking my sword upon his nose,  
He snuffed, and said nought else, but run.  Per. 
You are stout.  Quer. 
I ne'er knew my heart until this day,  
Now I perceive the rigor of its will.  ●Hollarro enters with his sword drawn and bloody. Hol. 
The stygian lakes recoil, Hero and Leander  
Maketh cold, their loves are froken to an Ice,  
Proserpina doth rule with fiery look,  
Pan now doth make a sword, a shepherd's crook;  
Diana chaste, begins to fly for fear,  
Cynthia doth mask her face till the next year;  
Endymion waken is by these loud cries,  
Nymphs they do court their Garlands miseries;  
Ceres doth lavish forth her full ripe ears,  
Venus complains herself with waterish fears;  
Juno is lumpish, and her love is gone,  
Pallas turned foolish, and she wit hath none;  
Mars rules full out with his most severe look,  
Themis stands potent with her justice book,  
Nemesis is troubled from the funded deep,  
Morpheus is waken from his creeping sleep;  
Apollo stands smiling at their folly so,  
Jove bids me fight, and know my friend from foe.  Per. 
More aid shall come, I'll fetch them out myself.  Exit Per. Qu. 
Great Prince, my valour risse beyond its bounds,  
All for your father's right.  Holl. 
Now let Burgargo come, my weapon's fixed  
To play its part, pierce tender bowel with  
Its three form point, and make his blood  
Still wait upon his shoes.   

Scen. 3.  Burgargo following the flight. Bur. 
Stand still your ground, the day breaks from the  
Skies, for to discern the foe, my hands are  
over loaded by the spoils of this days labour,  
While some lie gasping, others crying loud,  
Here legs, there arms, all bodies mortified,  
My spirit thirsts to see the Prince Hollarro,  
And to change Gloves with him, try valour at  
The point of naked nimble swords.  
Oh goddess blind, thou fortune hath enforced,  
To show my progress of my lingering days  
In this brave soul, so stand prepare to fight.  Hol. 
Your worthy carriage shows as much, nay more  
After the encounter of our steelly blades,  
Let after victory either rise or fall;  
And let Astrea poise the truest cause  
By this the combat of our martial will,  
So General come on; stand, see yourself.  Bur. 
Your valour's to be praised he that dare  
Twist his hand with me, must have a grace  
More than such young years can put forth;  
I praise thy courage, but not thy discretion,  
Because thou runs upon thy death.  [ They fight, and he wounds Hollarro. Hol. 
Desist your purpose, till I close my wound,  
The blood speaks on my cause, a fury leads  
●y temper now, stand still and pause, and then  
● will renew the second blow.  Bur. 
Vain purpose of your will, to strive with him  
Who always returned with victory in his hands,  
You cherish folly in a strange conceit,  
strive with a weaker hand for to oppose  
A decreed sense which is much stronger;  
Yet shall it not be uttered with a voice  
I killed thee unawares, but take thy time.  Holl. 
Rest upon your blade, ground its point,  
The time runs in swift motion to one  
Of our ends, the Elysium field doth open  
Large her panting soul, for to disgorge  
The vicious humour of our fabric,  
Within that space, the which we shall possess,  
Rewards stand ushering in our power,  
To have the Crown allotted by those Saints;  
Come lend your force again, I now prepare  
For to receive my death by your unnatural Hand.  Bur. 
Fortune support then both our hands,  
Valour withdraws unskilful helps,  
And shows a fair prospect to a foul design.  [ They fight, and he gives Burgargo a deadly wound. Burg. 
Hold, hold, I die, take you the day,  
And Crown yourself with Trophies of my blood,  
Your riper years sprung in a blossom stout,  
Shall be Encomium to Bruzantia;  
My spirit it doth vanish, as my blood  
Flows from the veins, sending by legate cause  
All praise to your most severe stoutest arm.  

* sighs.  Oh, my breath is proved an airy substance now,  
I wish it were confined a longer space  
To run its course, that I my King may show,  
The man gave me this wound, him to exalt  
Above the rest by Title, degree and honour.  

* sighs.  Oh, now the fading hourglass consumes its sand,  
Each corn a drop of blood, and the three fates  
Come with their hungry appetite to cut  
My fatal end, and blood doth b●bble by  
The hottest combat that us two did fight:  

* sighs.  Oh, I must I must, the bones begin to be  
Afraid of flesh, the sinews stand at difference,  
All my body cold, save only heart, doth  
Leap by its extremity of pains, and  
Hot with sorrow; 
* staggers.  I come, I come, make room  
Amongst you, ghosts, see there be place for  
Me,* I die.  [ Falls down, and dies. Hol. 
Thou dies then like a man, whose breath did bear  
The whole Numenia's Land in a subjection,  
The only pillar of thy Countries good,  
Death hath surprised the conquest of thy soul,  
And this thy trickling blood that's here displayed,  
Doth show thy progeny to take its flight  
From rutus, or other greater Monarch,  
My spirit's sorry for such a thrice noble friend.  Derisius enters. Holl. 
Return, return, thou runs upon thy death.  Deris. 
Draw in that sulphurous breath: I live! and  
Here my general he lies slain; no, no,  [ Fight, Deris. falls and dies. Hol. 
Die slave, as thou hast been ordained.  [ Exit Hol. Quer. turns the bodies over and over, to see whether they be dead or no. Quer. 
R●bi● dead, dead? Jack, dead, dead? are you  
Or no?— faith if you be not I'll make you,  [ He draws his Sword. 
I'll paunch you, Rogue●, and make you know  
What I am,— what not  [ Deris. shakes his leg, and Quer. runs away, but after draws nigh again. 
Dead still, but stir you, hang  
You, hang you I'll have one of you sure  
Enough; come away, come away come— come—  He trails Deris. off the Stage, by his hea●.  

Scen. 4.  Yernomoy. Year. 
Fight, fight, the day's our own,  
Squeeze forth thy spleen with a censorious frown,  
And turn my serious blows into a wrack of gall,  
Delivered to my sight, ten thousand men  
Were slain, and like an Abyssus did the earth,  
Enclose all in a lump, converting so  
Their oakey chaists into a putrid form,  
And these my Robes, a badge receives from those,  
Of honour, pomp, and glory to the day.  
I follow them myself, so the compunction  
Of their boiling blood did then rebate  
My former st●●mes into most pleasant cal●s.  
Stand, stand, thou slave.  [ Burnomoy enters. Bur. 
I fear no rebel, such an one as thee,  [ They fight, he kills Yerno. 
Consume thyself to ashes, and there lie:  
My general Burgargo, what, thou killed;  
What mortal motion propagated it?  
This cannot be withstood, but hymns must sound,  
And Elegies complain thy doleful fall;  
The Firmament crack with a thunder, and  
The stars want light at this thy funeral;  
A marble shall enclose thy sacred soul,  
But cause its nature weeps, and may be termed for thee.  Exit Bur. and carries out Burg. Aberden, Hollarro, Fafrisius, Buzarai, Nevermo, Orestes, Sisterus, taken captives and bound, Perpurgerus, Quermero, soldiers, Flag, Ensigns, Drums, aretreat. Aber. 
We contemn liberty, and honour with the same,  
By a most sottish will, and by idleness,  
Their ranks dispersed, doth inflame fear with it;  
The blue pavilions in which comfort lived,  
Are routed by the heavens stormy blasts;  
His Forts demolished, and his Army broke  
Into a hundred squadrons, not able  
To do a damage to our potent strength,  
His Subjects hear our captives and his chiefs  
Of all the soldiers slain, shot, powder, by  
Them vanished, all Bulworks they consumed▪  
The best politic way that must come here,  
Is to destroy both branch and root of them;  
And that Hollarro be the Captain of  
This new Dominion, so shall dame Peace  
Still flourish with her train.  Holl. 
Your purpose is confirmed by me, and that  
United to your only self. My wound  
Doth fester, and begins to ●ave beyond  
A fury of its hot inclining, visiting me,  
Thus with torn tossed discord.  Faf. 
The Heavens shows a face to prosper our  
Success, the Sea is calm with gliding streams;  
The wind doth shut a savour with its blasts,  
And th' sky looks clear with serene splendent hew,  
All by invasion strive to do us good,  
Then suffer all our Navy to the coast,  
And spring Bruzantia's Land, carry the  
Captives to the Queen of love, Ad. inemia.  Buza. 
A conspiration works with harmless will.  
The air displays her friendship to the cause,  
The Element of water joins her force,  
To suffer all a shipwreck, if not now  
We take this opportunity the Turrets  
Of our hope consume with fear after invasion  
Of an obstinate and a perverse sense;  
So let us go to that our native soil,  
The Captains stand and tremble at that word.  Nev. 
Nature her Empire will at last give way,  
The limits are unclosed in which she moves,  
A fainted courage can never withdraw  
Such a design, if knowledge be against:  
So most great sovereign of your sacred will,  
Draw down the Forces to the River side,  
Because the day is vanished, and their force:  Aber. 
Then, stout Hollarro, draw your whole Army down,  
Clear all the Camps, and set the bondmen free,  
Fear lest the Pleiades with its constellation  
Drop stormy weather, and a season foul;  
For now the equinoctial line doth poise  
The day and night both into equal parts  
And no dy●●sterous soil doth work such fate,  
As make a wisdom rise against our hate▪  Hol. 
Father, you King of great Brrzantia,  
Conquered Celerinus of Numenia.  
I needs must visit you with good for ill,  
If such a thing were forced against my will.  
The noise of fame, and nimble swift-flown hope  
Gives freedom pardon for to use her scope;  
You need not bid, but command him that stands  
Submissive in the way of your commands.  
I will conduct the Army, hoist the sails  
To where you please, in him it never fails.  Aber. 
Confirm thy resolution.  Quer. 
Hunger, hunger, preythee Perpurgerus●  
Give me some victuals, my teeth begin to gnash.  Per. 
Here, take all.  [ He gives him some scraps. Quer. 
Oh reward thee, its ready cut to my hand.  ( Exeunt.  

Scen. 5.  Celerinus, Gervoron, Burnomoy. Cel. 
Burgargo's gone, and all my Lords taken  
Captives; when Titan, obscured within his Orb,  
The verdant fields receives a Gown of dew,  
But when my general lies in Elysium,  
Then floods of sorrow spends their store,  
And do prolong it by a cunduit art,  
And stew the whole soil in salt, brackish tears.  
The wind doth show its force as by a fury,  
So doth the ebbing Sea abound with gall;  
One strikes alarm with a thundering voice  
In the air; the other like a Lion,  
Roars forth her spleen under the Globe,  
All to the celebration of the soul  
Of great Burgargo, my only general,  
Without a transformation of a sudden change.  
They'll rage their bounds too far beyond their power,  
And if no clam strike overthwart their laws,  
Such a strange tossed tempest brings a ruin  
To the terrestrial Ball, and so with their  
Raging motion strike a fire, as Cyclops  
Throws his thunderbolts, bring a consumption  
To the substance of't▪ all for Burgargo.  Ge. 
The two-wing Pegasus doth stand ready  
To show the fame about the world; her motion  
Is swift, but he is swift as she,  
Cutting the air, and parting grosser forms  
To view the lacrimy of such a friend,  
Soaring the Climates, prancing by the stars,  
Viewing the lower, middle, higher of  
The three Rgions, before he comes to th' Moon;  
So passing all till he comes to that light  
Of Jupiter and Falcifer at one sight;  
All for the praise of him who strived with hope  
To gain the Land from damage, loss and foil:  
The holy Saints doth clamour with a sound,  
Welcome Burgargo to our possessed ground,  
Take the Trophies of Martius Campus field,  
Who ne'er did turn to Enemies or yield,  
Sit with a Coronet of a golden twist  
Upon thy head, to be the Prince of all th' rest,  
All make submissive forms, a solemn bow;  
All stand afraid, and make to him a vow,  
To be their King, for they did ne'er enjoy  
Such an heroic soul as that same boy;  
Yet more's our loss, and pity for the same,  
Parting both with his body, and his name,  
Because, of his blood no posterity follows.  Burg. 
The valorous of all souls return with joy,  
The Cassiopeia and Ursa major crave,  
A fame of that same honour to the grave;  
They run by Tropics of the frigid Zones,  
Leaving the carcase as the firmer bones;  
All stars lament by constellation,  
His down-thrown fame by a rebellion;  
They tear their Robes, casting about their sloufs,  
Nothing is left but print of their foul hoofs;  
The pale reflects of Cynthia's crystal front,  
Springing in the vaulty heaven there a font,  
To glide with restless streams a hilding bless  
Of gravities, and parts, from the work and mess  
Of best proportioned honour, pulling to  
The gifts of praise to whom they all do owe;  
They all presage unto a dreamy Throne  
Of their best wisdom, what he doth entomb,  
As honour, valour, and sobriety,  
Meekness and patience, with celerity,  
They found an Empire of all thoughts in him;  
They found the sweet of joys filled to the brim,  
Within the structure of that sacred soul,  
In show no shadow, but in self the moul  
Of only valour, brave manhood, with the same  
On which they'll fix an everlasting name.  Cel. 
You have no envy in a rational way,  
Let's make a happy burial to the deep,  
It greets the cause, prolong no future speed,  
Since he died valorous, 〈◊〉 a valorous  
Grave receive his souls  Bur. 
Confirm the same with  
A Page of consort to the Muses, and  
Make a following pomp, express his worth.  Exeunt.  

Scen. 6.  Adrinemia, Murgorus, and Nercills. Adr. 
Resolve no resolution, for the cause  
Thou understands prevents no remedy  
In my sole knowledge, thou gives there no aid,  
To a prevention of a future danger▪  
Wisdom cries help, to call a resolution  
In th' hand of label, of a real deed,  
With a commission of an issue true,  
Of shrewd and pensive to a quick return.  
Charybdis or great Sylla threaten death  
To their swift navy, or the mount Aetn●  
Hath burnt their top sails, or cast down their masts,  
Turning their rudder to another coast,  
While time affords an ornament to dark  
My sensual mind with shapes of horror, fear,  
And love, doth now dismember the defence  
I had, whereby I conduct my proved skill,  
They captives are, no captives they received,  
For else my King would have blazed his troops home  
He promised the company whom he took,  
No company here is sent, Murgorus,  
Tell the cause, the Court is black for want of  
Sparkling Lords, to give a lustre to its  
Marble walls.  Mur. 
Most high Princess,  
Things by the counsel of vain sorrow's will,  
Doth sojourn with the cause, the whirlwinds  
Apt to make a tempest rise, bellowing the  
Waves till their whole mountains soar aloft,  
 
Strikes with a desperate blow to swift wind ships,  
●ay cause detard, and make sloth to ascend  
●er private and her withdrawing chamber,  
Of your censuring soul, and cause the twinkling of an eye,  
A minute more or less, to show in length  
A number of long years, but suffer not  
Such rivals to exhale such innatural  
Fumes, bring 〈◊〉 to the vital  
Spirits, and perplexlty to the Brain▪  Nerc. 
The informer of the daylight, struck a knell,  
The twelve a clock, against his sounding bell;  
When then by course the ships did promise fight,  
They arrive our coast before the next night;  
But now by fortune bond to favour good,  
That hour is gone, and they still in the stood,  
And Sol like nimble passenger surrounds  
The hills again, descending to the downs,  
And yet no Herald doth blaze forth no ●ame,  
None strikes Love's ●●sets, or her words proclaim,  
It must be some strange tempest that driven back  
Their ships from shore, when they all things did lack  Adr. 
Why it's a ransom, for a King's disdain,  
For his own Queen, not to her send a line,  
If storms did bind the ships within the harbours,  
Yet quick flown message might come to my ear,  
But ne'er since the voyage took 〈◊〉 game  
Upon the restless Seas; I heard by Post  
They stay their living, or confined their dead.  Mur. 
I feel a pain, like Cerberus fasting jaws,  
And Tantalus his gaping with desire  
To gain the Apples, are not to compare  
To these the torments that doth drench my soul,  
All bring an ocean of a foul despair,  
Because they stay beyond the bounds of time,  
And cause a lingering motion to answer  
For their detard.  Exeunt.  

Scen. 7.  Celerinus, Gervoron, Burnomoy: the funeral of Burgargo passeth over the Stage, with his Scutcheon, Armour, Heralds, with Flags, Torches, and Mourners. Cel. 
Let earth kiss th' corpse with sorrow, and rest you!  
Could potent strength, or magna●●●ous deeds,  
Bidding defiance to envy▪ soon, and force;  
Solemn confirmed to Jove in haughty sky,  
Or virtue's offspring, or the Nymphs of th'main,  
Save this same mortal man from being slain;  
Then fortune had conquered death, and thy soul  
Still lived with us: but we may curse the fates  
With more hatred vows, and not lament thy  
Rape so to despair, because Mars honoured so  
Thy royal valour, dying like a Champion:  
The scraggy fleshless bone man, durst not bring,  
Or put to sight, a sheet to wind thee in,  
Had not first glory, a rich Garland hold,  
To crown thy merits, framed of brandish gold,  
The Country laments thy fall, and thy King too,  
My subjects to thy hearse doth make a bow,  
Giving the praise and honour of the day,  
Lauding thy name, and crowning thee with bay;  
But now the Cypress must take place for it.  

Elegies song.  
Hector was famous for War,  
Achilles did excel him far;  
Scipio was valiant stout,  
Hannibal put him to rout;  
Ulysses knew to handle Lance,  
Ajax did above advance;  
Turnus fought well at a field,  
Aeneas him forced to yield;  
Priamus had kingly power,  
Agamemnon him brought lower;  
Hercules did valiant acts,  
Alexander did great facts;  
Paris was a valiant soul,  
Burgargo doth these control;  
Hector was no man to him,  
Achilles' knew nothing in;  
Then fall in pieces thou earth,  
Weep thyself into a dearth;  
Scipio he was not stout,  
Hannibal knew nothing to't;  
Then let us all mourn a●une,  
To this soul that is here slewn;  
Ulysses held not a sword,  
Ajax he knew not a word;  
Then lament this down-throw fall,  
That is happened to us all;  
Turnus may be termed foul,  
Aeneas knew not his soul;  
Then break forth into a main,  
Shower tears as if 'twere rain;  
Priamus had no hand in war,  
Agamemnon knew no jar;  
Then send rumour to the sky,  
And make thick clouds with our cry,  
Hercules was child in show,  
Alexander●e're like knew;  
Then we'll mourn ourselves to death  
Because he is bereaved of breath;  
Paris he was not a man,  
Burgargo did all withstand;  
Then we'll make both hills and dales  
Know the loss of all us males.   Cel. 
The faculty of penetrating grief,  
Surrounds the brave Idea of all joy;  
The sable dressings of her mournful days.  
Draws a curtain betwixt our eye and mirth,  
The body of Burgargo must be interred,  
And valiant deeds dies with that soul;  
For Julius Caesar when he conquered Troy,  
Ne'er knew such deeds as he doth here employ,  
All are not worth a nomination to  
His rare achievements.  Bur. 
Let all their barbarous words bring hail with them  
Inviting Aeolus, to make a tempest roar;  
Yet those we would whistle by as a jeer,  
For all that, Burgargo's gone.  Cel. 
Thy soul doth crush all pomp in infamy,  
Let not rage spend the courage of your hearts,  
You are, my Lords, my only Lords I have,  
The Scythian Wolves ne'er warred amongst the flocks,  
As your two valours did amongst your foes.  
My other Lords are took for sacrifice,  
To that hellish Queen Adrinemia;  
Yet we will grapple for the reason of't,  
When laws are settled, and the havoc quelled,  
Prolong your journey to the silent grave,  
For triumph of the corpse and funeral;  
And let all Poets use their brains and pens  
In praise of him and pomp of burial.  Bur. 
My liege, your will's fulfilled.  Exeunt.  

Scen. 8.  Bellerro, Lerinica, Histerica. Bel. 
Are you not yet persuaded to combine?  Ler. 
No, nor never.  Bell. 
How vultures in a cogitatious shape,  
Know my inflamed heart, masqing dismal  
Prodigies, let echo answer contrary,  
Sound a retreat, cherish the trope of hope,  
Strike dumb that sense, that is protractor  
Of those airy notions that again-sayes all,  
Answer once more, let passion move the favour,  
Dispatch the case, and mercy take a place,  
Shall birth rebound, I will and can: speak▪ speak.  Ler. 
No no, great Duke, I cannot.  Bell. 
That sound strikes dumb my soul,  
The lily, Rose, stands in battalia form,  
Acting their decent hyen's against your frowardness,  
The daisy carries lance to show the savageness;  
Vesper and Hesper doth by aspect show  
Their influence to fling still against you;  
Mounts and Dales make skirmish against other,  
Because you suffer such a Rose to smother,  
Confounding nature, and deceiving earth,  
Killing both matter, and both air and breath.  Ler. 
None of these strange To●ds may make such need,  
And frame a darling of a vain despair,  
I will not wrong both nature and the soil  
With foggy mists of vicious quality  
As not to marry, but that vapoured slime  
Shall turn the voluptuous humour to  
A ●iccid substance, and not rolling forth  
That radical moisture to be soon exhaled;  
I'll marry, but not yet.  Bell. 
The winding comets, by confession brings  
An antidote, to acute ●eavours sharp;  
But you my Comet, and my blazing star,  
Turns me a Pagan, and speaks death thereto.  
The cask wherein the camp of graces lay,  
Is turned a den of groaning mischief loud;  
I cannot live, if th' oadstone of your will  
Change a virtue stupid to the Iron.  
Cupid may bend his shaft, his arrows lose,  
But ne'er hit so fair a mark as this,  
Venture a whole quiver to the Sea and Land,  
But rebound venom to such lips as thine;  
Marry, marry, for the present time  
Excels both past and future though divine.  Hist. 
Sir, she is the masterpiece of all Arts,  
A whirligig of glittering stones,  
The Sun is clouded, and the stars want light,  
When she by her airy motion enters.  
See, speak again, she's like a purple die,  
Neither loose colour, nor her face thereby.  Bell. 
The flowery shade devoutly kneeling to  
Brave Titan's rays, with a compendium  
Of servitude, that by obedience,  
Both Woods and Fens receive a party shade,  
And Groves stand shivering with the drops of cold,  
Because offensive to his glorious head;  
But I stand like a Willow, more than Oak,  
Unto the shrine of your beatitude,  
Expecting 〈…〉 I may 〈◊〉  
To violate the wind with a 〈◊〉  
Of your bright palm, 〈…〉  
Of favour from your looks.  Ler. 
The question of a danger, 〈…〉  
Meeting with death or life 〈…〉;  
Therefore I'll enter with a 〈◊〉 none,  
I hate no look from a Hermaphrodite,  
A man in show, but woman in the speech,  
Therefore desist; no favour from my hands▪  
No, none.  Bell. 
The enraged foe, both pride and avarice,  
Aims at the Capitol of poverty;  
And Phrygian plains, who, bound with charioteers,  
Is form a channel useless, out of date.  
Voluntary hearts oft ransacked bodies  
Of a livelihood, and royal freedom  
Grant such a small request.  Ler. 
The night derides the day, sure otherwise●  
Such instances should not offer to rise,  
But more or less, none from me.  Hist. 
Alas poor man.  Bell. 
Oh object of despair!  
But most sweet Madam, please to let me wait,  
The shadow comforts me when't wants the bait.  Ler. 
The festered thoughts of your vain restless will,  
Mocks but your habit, and with fancy fill.  Bell. 
The servile tribute that I owe to you,  
Bindeth my glory for to wait you know.  Ler. 
The Apple mollifies the heart that sees  
Its lustre, but not my soul i●'t please.  Bell. 
'Tis, 'tis your goddess-like soul that sweeps away  
The gloomy night, and brings with it bright day;  
Come then we'll go.  Hist. 
I'll wait your purposed will.  Exeunt.  

Scen. 9  

Chorus. Song 1.  

1.  
Weep forth Phrygian Swan▪  
Phrygian Swans weep forth  
To see so fair( but cruel)  
A creature on the earth.  
Who is beyond all nature,  
Or pencil art can make;  
Weep forth, weep forth,  
So fair, but obstinate.   

2.  
Heavens send a smile  
Prospering the success,  
To gain so fair a substance  
Within herself a bless;  
Who is beloved of all souls.  
Yet makes their bodies quake;  
Weep forth, weep forth,  
So fair, but obstinate,   

3.  
She's a morning star,  
Lighting men's hearts;  
But when they see that object,  
She wounds them with loves darts▪  
Yet they are so entangled,  
That they'll die for her sake:  
Weep forth, weep forth,  
So fair, but obstinate.    

Song 2.  

1.  
Let quick-foot nimble do  
Surround the valleys all,  
And make a pleasant consort,  
As they each other call,  
For peace doth bind them to it;  
Aberden got the day,  
Both Bucks and Does may play their fills,  
There's none will again-say.   

2.  
He rides in great triumph,  
With subjects waiting on,  
And with his most cursed Queen▪  
Without Rebellion.  
Celerinus forced to turn  
His Majesty to yield  
And glad that he escaped so  
To give Aberden field.   

3.  
Their valours play their part,  
Aeneas and Turnus great,  
Did neither of them manage  
Their Army so complete:  
But when the foul smoky clouds,  
That they with Gun-shot made,  
Was vanished, and was turned serene,  
Aberden he best played:      


Act 4. Scen. 1.  Aberden, Hollarro, Fafrisius, Buzarain, Nevermo, Orestes, Sisterus. Aber. 
WElcome once more unto Bruzantia's Land,  
My Lords, we lost not one but Yernomoy,  
Without discredit of the sword, or pelts,  
The flashes of their thunder-roaring Canons,  
Bred but a night not overcame the fight.  
They fainted as their sword aimed at our heads;  
Saying dame nature forgot the Deities;  
Fortune was turned a fool, they cared not ●or't,  
When their raged Army was torn by discord,  
No Empire took their will, time chid their folly,  
Because they did dismember counsel skill;  
Experience hang a Flag to show the woe  
That would pursue the evicted Army.  
Amazed all stood at distance, intending  
To give a shout and fly; but grief mounting  
Upon the soaring wings of uttered speech;  
Did stop and cease both anger and the cry,  
Conspiring then again to win the isle,  
Which was turned frustrate to the purpose, and  
We took the Lord, the which my Queen shall have  
In grateful sense.  Holl. 
Your Princely grace, and sacred Majesty,  
May dazzle the lustre of a glorious fire  
Foundation of mildness strives against the stream,  
If it seek a revenge within the gates,  
Or flowery bank of your resigned will;  
Mercy the sister of a peaceful time,  
Saved millions from the sparks and darts of death,  
Which by the worthy motions of your will  
Was carried on, or otherwise sharp and  
Keen swords had made no standard there,  
But sent pale death as Captain of the Fort.  Faf. 
The Darts strove in the air, even then to choose  
Whether to fall or fly; their feebleness  
Did so surprise their force; yet valiant you;  
My sacred liege, stuck to the glittering Arms,  
Holding both sword and shaft to work a sign  
Of manhood, courage, degree and title;  
And passing fenced fords, to captivate  
These Lords we have, they trembl' within  
The Ring of fear, knowing no side  
Where passage makes escape; the Swan did  
Sing not half so many notes, as hollowing cries  
And bloody screeks did make a harmony;  
Well, 'tis fortune, not the fates did work this  
Bold attempt.  Aber. 
You speak still like you selves, which Lords  
And Princes are: what say you captives?  Orest. 
Our soul and bodies are desolate of peace,  
Yet let your Queen and men be filled with wrath,  
We'll choose no spoiled gain, but truth to Celerinus.  Sist. 
Yea, King, it's so; though we be captives now,  
Time changes, and in them our manner do;  
Though furies tear my body, yet my soul  
Shall stand for Celerinus, King of all  
Numenia; and your Queen's wrath are Pearls  
To us, because we die not guilty.  Aber. 
My love's no worse to you, since truth rebounds  
With hope, you shall have hence my favour.  Orest. 
No favour we crave.  Sist. 
We desire no favour.  Ner. 
The ancient freedom that we did possess,  
Strikes a perpetual fame unto your name,  
A full ripe plumed bird should be the guide  
And messenger to over-fly the world,  
And mount up to the skies, to let them know;  
Your excellency.  Faf. 
'Tis, 'tis most true.  Aber. 
The day grows on, my Queen expects me now,  
The harmless will of her known genius,  
Flames in a lake of longing sighs for me,  
Proceed and be the buckets to quench it;  
But since the day consumes, I'll send for her,  
My Lord Nevermo, conduct the Queen to presence.  N●v. 
My Liege, I go.  Exit Nevermo. Aber. 
Come Captives, here must be your doom,  
She'll have your lives if you were twenty more,  
But yet my favour goes with you.  Orest. 
I thank your Majesty.  Sist. 
Great King, all glory wait on you;  
But I am conduced by willingness to die.  Orest. 
So I am, since I am an exile.  Aber. 
You are, stay, here's the Queen.   

Scen. 2.  Adrenimia, Nevermo, Attendants. Adr. 
Aberden, welcome to your Kingdom, and your Queen;  
Lo, I see Celerinus subjects bound,  
And for my use, which gives a resolution  
To my sense, if your own Queen by tractive  
Operation, work effect, to dismiss  
From contemplation of your soul, all  
Opportunities that doth bring despair,  
You shall find no stratagem that to be  
Irrevocable, and the objects of  
Foul melancholy, shall not afford the  
Idols of vain puffing fears.  
For those are they that doth commit, and doth  
Drop unto eternity great contrarieties  
Unto your majesty, and place of Prince,  
The service of a sadfull humour,  
Works undiscreetly, and changing certain things,  
It's always proved; the Chaos testifies  
You a great warrior, both in Waves and Land,  
Whose pectoral force( expected) did prevail:  
No loss of War or Arms, if nature stood  
To oppose the slaughter of so many lost;  
But I'll sacrifice my wishes to yourself,  
Gladly received my King.  Aber. 
Your patient favour receives a great applause;  
And I your King expect no future joy;  
My Queen, your receivance is most grateful,  
And bids adieu all sadness, but not contemplation,  
Which shows a firm judge of a prime design;  
Safety pleads leisure, and show fair shape  
To commonalty, not a vain flass-glass,  
Of best contriving virtues,  
To effect the guardian( not a bad excuse)  
Of their firm liberty, the Gems of all  
The Indians strikes no lustre to your  
Fame; you are not fair, but virtue follows it:  
My Queen, the Captives stand at your command.  Adr. 
My liege, your favour.  Holl. 
Duty doth force obedience to my knees,  [ knelt. 
Great Queen, your sacred will if it please to grant  
A blessing to Hollarro, a wounded subject  
To serve the Queen; your will?  Adr. 
Rise, valiant Prince, my bless go to thy years,  
To find Aberdens' blood in thy young youth.  Holl. 
You may term void of sense unto my state,  
But hope survives the spirits, because I bring  
A pardon firm and just, 'tis my duty.  Aber. 
Hollarro, rise, your duty binds no further;  
But what I know.  Holl. 
Your will, great Queen.  Faf 
It were a sacrilege, and that rashly  
Committed against your Princess goodness,  
Not to offer myself a soldier to your will.  Buz. 
Mine follows by a triple form, great Queen;  
Your subject salutes you with a happy  
Bliss.  Nev. 
I stand a safeguard to your goodness.  Adr. 
Faithfully done, here wants brave Yernomoy.  Aber. 
Forgive the fact that's done, not robbed your will;  
He's slain, to pay devotion to your looks;  
Rude was his fancy, but senseless was his guide,  
Allowing no recovery to his kindled fame:  
He died a Hector, a Prince; nay more, he slew  
Millions of Forces to ransom then his death;  
He left the world by Burnomoy's stout arm,  
But Burgargo, Hollarro, sleep did charm,  
For to describe true valour in fancy fair,  
In real substance to deserve the chair:  
The Goddess of all hope favoured his deeds,  
The Goddess of all might helped him in needs;  
The Goddess of all right stood true to him,  
The Goddess of all hap did valour bring:  
The Gods and Goddesses struck union to  
His well fast blade, his stiff framed bow of Yew.  
So brave Hollarro shall be only name  
Through all Numenia, there to carry fame.  Adr. 
Hollarro still thy achievements soar above  
The mean capacity of a Queen's recompense:  
These are the captives, I like them well, their  
Heads are large to be a pinnacle of fame;  
They're mine, great King.  Aber. 
They are for recompense  
Of your deserts.  Adr. 
You render pure substance of a divine will,  
By outward show, no excuse they expect,  
But die a sacrifice, for to restore  
The jewel of my fainting liberty:  
The Harchet's well prepared to execute  
The case, the block perceives its finished, not  
In gaud, but martial way, to make the Harmony,  
My attendants expecting the prosperous  
Sight of that same day, by forming new  
Altitudes, erecting large Houses for the  
Same: I'll make no great dispute, but finish it.  Holl. 
Great Queen, the subjects I avouch by true  
Affect and powerful law, descend of noble  
Blood.  Adr. 
Well, they are no worse, but better for my use.  Cap. 
Ah 'las, we must then die.  Adr. 
Ay, I; see who attends us there.   

Scen. 4.  Quermero. Quer. 
I am here, I am here.  Aberd. 
Well, what art thou?  Que. 
A Gentleman of quality, as good as yourself.  Aber. 
Why, I am a King.  Quer. 
Well, so am I, saucebox.  Aber. 
My Lords, conduct the knave to prison, and  
Prepare a lash to execute its office.  Quer. 
Oh 'las, you will; I'll try your force:  [ They carry Quer. out, and he struggles mightily with them 
How, how— how— let go your hold.  Aber. 
The slaves and bondmen, which have wrought a  
Council, to dig the works of War, as the  
Pioneers do raggifie the walls:  
And they who use to toil in labyrinth,  
And founders of their folly, are prisoners  
To your pickax; hospitals doth crave my  
Aid, and euncuches make a market for  
My home return; so force pleading my will,  
I leave you with my Serpents and my foes,  
As emblems to my valour and my state,  
Use discretion as time doth interview,  
And appoint a season to your sport;  
For I must dismiss your rank.  Ex. Aberd. Adr. 
My King, a happy repose unto your soul;  
Who attends there?  Bellerrio, Lerenica, Histerica, and attendants. Adr. 
The passage of a drowsy pomp withdrew  
A door of breathing betwixt the ark of store,  
Of hidden vows, showing the pride of fortune  
In a chance, ravishing the beauty of a  
Monsters hide, and stuck a stage of desire,  
To harbour the fancy of a dreadful sign,  
To spill the blood of captives; Lerenica,  
You'll screek and vanish with the dame of fear;  
But I'll repulse that guide that titles it,  
So bring the captives to the slaugher-house,  
I'll shift such Robes fit for such enterprise.  Exit Adre. Holl. 
Madam, I'll improve my reverend service,  
To see the same fulfilled.  Ler. 
The sovereign balm for fear, must be a heart  
Void of a sensual cause; but I'll attend  
To see the genius of all mortal souls,  
Wear the sad Cypress of a gloomy day.  Bell. 
Lerenica, your servant, will wait your time.  Orest. 
Spare us, and let us speak before we die.  Holl. 
Give them time to breathe their last farewell.  Orest. 
The stroke's a Basilick, the sight doth kill,  
Confirms a death by venom of its race;  
Perfidious creature, more degenerate Fate.  
Steeping his aspects in foul Leth●'s streams:  
So Adrenimia by her cursed hand.  
But fury bids defiance to those guiles,  
My time doth show by prospect now full old,  
Tossing my senses by grim horror's waves;  
So noble Prince confirm to future time,  
And to posterity I die a Man,  
A prop of th'Country, the Numenia:  
So by a swifter motion life surviews  
The dregs of mortals to the prime of things:  
My appetite is fresht by gizzard of a cause,  
To view the spirits of transcendent Kings,  
Great Jove, who weighs the ponder of this ball,  
Make creatures Angels in Numenia's Land,  
To stand the stratagems of foreign foes;  
Brazen their souls to yield to no deceits;  
( Oh, death makes my senses fly)  
And dare Aberden rule great Celerinus?  
Suffer the primum mobile to rest,  
Which rules the sphere according to their Orbs,  
Consume the highest Region, and drive down  
The splendent lights, but at length I must die;  
Desist thy talk, thy Candle waxeth dim,  
And only such is left to see death grim.  Sist. 
The smoky mists bids light adieu, with her  
Obscure cloak; then suffer a doleful sound  
To echo my spirits with an Ebian cry:  
These chains says, Mirth depart. So decent are  
These new found novelties unto my soul!  
So hymns of Elegies please a parting close,  
Rack I must suffer for my King and Land.  
Well, 'tis my duty, my breath's bound thereto,  
Only a faculty's left to close a hymn, to  
Spend all its bounds to eternize your fame,  
Inform, some Goddess, where I shall begin  
To make a prayer according to the time:  
Brave valiant soul, Burgargo, I'll relate,  
Because thy death, my pain doth propagate,  
Thy sacred shrine directed, journey sweet  
In leaving us, bids mine go to and sleep;  
The griefs doth punish, consume the fountain  
Of my weak vital spirits, and the main,  
A frustrous case bids anger play her part,  
And aim at nothing but my wounded heart;  
My life is trouble, but my death gives ease,  
So Jaylemen, Keepers, take us when you please.  Attend. 
We are ready in our office.  Holl. 
Procure them to the Queen her grace,  
I'll stay a season, but I'll follow straight.  [ Exeunt omnnes praeter, Hollarro, Bellerrio, and Lerenio●, and Histerica; and while Beller, and Lerenica discourse, Hollarro walketh on one side of the Stage viewing Lerenica.  

Scen. 4.  Bellerrio, Lerenica, Histerica, Hollarro. Bell. 
Madam,  
It is a vain trifle of a small despair,  
I bring to presence, and not tediousness,  
The business concerns much your safeguard,  
Grant it, and then I will relate.  Ler. 
'Twere colours of a melanchollious sight,  
For to convert the gesture to the sense;  
And meaning of the close, your generous thoughts  
Must speak to Ladies, not covert with a smile.  Bell. 
The night spends forth her dews, beguiles her hour▪  
With strange adventures of a darksome truth,  
So I diluted in the practice of,  
In courting Ladies to their own content,  
Shall crave a place of watchman to yourself,  
In the foul progress of a dangerous time.  Ler. 
Contempt, despise, and only disdain grows  
In my own breast against a coward's soul,  
If that report doth bring a news unto  
My audience, not valour flows from veins  
Of your Microcosm; I should deride  
The case unto your face, so plead not that,  
I'll shift for one, take you no care for me.  Bell. 
Oh obstinate!  Holl. 
Heavens bless the wisdom of my genius now.  Aside. 
What State or general drew that velvet screen  
Of painting troubles 'twixt my eye and heart?  
Lerenica, what's that name Lerenica?  
Sure 'tis no Taper of a fiery blaze:  
She pierceth the rights, and joineth union.  
Could my stiff arm withstand Numenia,  
And not the glances of a woman's eye?  
The Realm produceth no such knots of fear:  
I see her basis, and her vertex too,  
Surround the Camp of her delicious soul,  
Yet stand a loof, not undertake the cause,  
Because discr●erest deeds bid me forbear.  
The various forms that heart and spirit moves,  
Were cause enough to make one lunatic:  
She enters souls, not cares for mortal shows,  
And makes my tongue tremble because I report it;  
Well, 'tis thy garb and gesture wins the soul  
Of Prince Hollarro to a nuptial song;  
My breath must have no passage, if disjoined  
From the bright rays of such a mo●-●un's light;  
Bellerrio shall know, 'twas 〈◊〉 laid  
The same design( I love Lerenica)  
I long to see the wells and springs of fire  
Still kindled more; so I'll go to my sire,  
And make his majesty acquainted with't.  Exit Hollarro. Hist. 
A heap of vermin dispatch a famine  
To a commonwealth, and ill-disposed manners,  
So you despair unto a Lady's will.  Bell. 
Hold your tongue, you are troubled with Histerical fits,  
Time which reacheth forwards by its means,  
Falls under question of a sole denial:  
Muse no more, but let discretion answer  
Unto the cause; the bud is sprung, and fruit  
Must have its time to come unto maturity;  
But too long kept, grows putrid in itself:  
Trenches and shelves are horrid stratagems,  
Unto the ships tossed on the ruder waves,  
But time dilate them to their confusion,  
Making no Caves but solid earth of them.  
Mark then that Gentleman, which is rough before,  
But bald behind, and there no hold to get.  Lere. 
The revenue of a Maiden● life,  
Is the whole wardrobe of all mirth and joy;  
But when combined unto a fouler Mass,  
Provision of all strife and vain discord,  
Venturing the plundering of such nature gifts,  
Were sacrilege beyond the end of hope;  
Therefore desist a truder to bereive  
The same which never nature doth restore,  
Mine's kept for better spirits than yourself.  Bell. 
Those words are like a Parthian, flying kills,  
And raise a mutiny of furies in my brain;  
Forbear that contemplating case, Homer  
Had ne'er blast●d fair ●●elen's fame so far,  
But knew the disposition of that shrine,  
Would equalise her ●●ibuted parts:  
Prefer no more those sparing words, but quench  
The concealed fire of affection;  
Shall limbrace, grant▪ help my mind?  Lere. 
Great Duke, you take a spangled action of  
No man, to cou●● he meeting of two  
Opposites, secrecy requires advantage of a sight,  
But you err grosl●, losing honour by it,  
Because you force, rather than persuade.  Bel. 
Madam, 'tis my desire must bring excuse,  
Because its parts are invisible to the eye,  
Than a short return shall not impoverish  
My honour: I must, because in love.  Lere. 
Vouchsafe no further to prolong your talk,  
For it is tedious, and the time requires  
Our absence now; Histerica, make a  
Fire in my bedchamber.  Hist. 
'Tis done, Madam.  Bell. 
Since yet dejected, still I'll beg the place,  
To be your servant for an hours space.  Exeunt.  

Scen. 5.  Aberden, Hollarro. Aber. 
Dismiss that faculty.  Holl. 
Forbear, I cannot My liege.  Aber. 
Oh strange, that pale Eos should feed the Tweed,  
Shouting such murdering cries unto th' Altar,  
( Steeping its sound in poison of a rage)  
Of all victorious souls, your own fame  
Strives at a higher glory, then one fair,  
It is a painted hew that Lady's use,  
To put fine art before true plain Nature,  
Though you feel a pain, 'tis only love,  
A foggy wrath ascends, when bright Sol mounts  
Swift Pyrosus; play no more upon fair,  
Let worth surmount the Towers of its foul mask,  
That influence cannot strike such unheard blows,  
As make your soul fly to despair for help.  Holl. 
Oh Lerenica, Lerenica, thou, thou.  [ beats his breast. Aber. 
Of future joy the Monarchs of the world  
Will sprinkle the notes of such a vain design;  
Phoebus will make the heavenly Diamonds  
Strike rays to show the folly of your will;  
She is not worth a glimmering spark of stone,  
Much less your Princely Bed; Hollarro, choose  
One that is deserving, and my will shall  
Not be against.  Holl. 
The Tartarian Prince is gone to foreign soils  
With other strange Hecatombs of all men;  
The Captain of my soul must follow them,  
If your Princely grace deny my full request;  
Could I sound sweeter than the Deltan Dames,  
When the tall Cedars by my force did fall,  
Having more fame than the Ephesian Towers:  
At that same instant, by the stately steps  
Oh manhood, valour; and not this request;  
'Tis true, she's fair, her virtues second it,  
Which is the pinnacle of ambition I aim at,  
For means are dregs of th'earth, her person shows  
Her parts, Princes must have their liking;  
Not combined to objects of honour.  Aber. 
The Audacious pines do not stand without fear,  
Nor doth your valour without trying it,  
Therefore that blind and senseless Boy must take  
His bow, leave you his Arrows to supply his place,  
The madding waves of love, strives against stream  
Of reason, bringing contempt and disgrace  
To noble spirits, their smiles are smoothly  
Carried to delude the Olive-branch of hope;  
Therefore take one that is of noble blood,  
And follow discretion as your will doth guide  
Your disposition.  Holl. 
The sails of hope is turned to leaden plumbs,  
Because you plead still for a worthier one,  
Though it might be said, 'tis my fortune so,  
To mix with flashes of both fear and hope:  
Yet when my restelsse Navy comes to shore,  
That same coast must give my sentence then,  
So as I sail by rudder of sweet love;  
I hope the Magistrate of your affection  
Will give a glad mittimus to my soul;  
For if contrariety plead at the bar,  
Having its trial to win overthrow.  
That deadly sentence must close up my breath,  
And make me fear neither Heaven, Sea, nor wind,  
Therefore deny and kill; Oh, oh—  Sighs. Aber. 
Strange to a common sense: reason then with  
Yourself, she is a woman nought but flesh  
And bone, and a mere gall of bitterness;  
You know your Mother well, her savageness,  
To brew her hands in teppid blood of foes,  
And you thus stand in a disposition  
Contrary to her heart; I wonder at  
That unnatural sympathy, but e'er  
You despair, make choice and venture there,  
Where sense doth guide your fancy, but for  
All, she is too low your birth.  Enter Quermero in chains, naked from the shoulders upwards, and jalors after him. Quer. 
Oh my back, oh my belly, oh my sides.  Iayl. 1. 
Oh your breech, sirrah, come away.  Quer. 
Oh prithee spare me, give me time to breathe.  
That I may have wind to cry withal, oh, oh, oh.  Iayl. 2. 
Ha, ha, ha, what, do you feel it then,  
You must not be so bold.  Qu. 
What, as to cry; I will cry, if the King were here.  Iayl. 3. 
But you shall not cry long.  Quer. 
Oh bless thee, bless thee, shall I not cry long?  
Nay then I'll bid the gentle whip, come, come.  Exe. Quer. & jail. Holl. 
The civil pleasures that a dewy shower  
Doth gratify the earth withal, cannot  
Be expressed; so your reply trebles my joy.  Aber. 
Flort no more with Deities of fear,  
But take the Empire of all hope and force;  
Grief leads no more vain anger as a sign  
Of wrath, and ill-disposed manners; haste  
To the Rock of mirth, make splinters fly  
To be attendants on your Majesty.  
Thou hast been valiant, no report shall go,  
Thou art dismayed by a woman foe;  
Pursue your course, as you have then begun.  Holl. 
I will my liege, long live your Majesty.  Exeunt.  

Scen. 6.  Adrenimia, Fafrisius, Buzarain, each of them bearing a man's head, and Nevermo, following with a Hat●het. Adre. 
The siege of Thebes, and Ulysses Acts,  
Ne'er betrayed fancy with so sweet a fight;  
The Heads doth gape, but cherisheth no amber breath;  
Oh 'las it is a pity that no sooner had  
Hold them up, let's see the glory of the same,  
The night will betray my mirth, before my eyes  
Be satisfied, the Banquet and music  
That I took therein, brought recreation  
To my vital sense, besides no equals,  
Or raptures promised by a future joy,  
Could bring reward to what I here have seen;  
The Artillery of all hope was waggoned up,  
Betwixt their heads and shoulders, that's their necks,  
My soul cannot by public, or secrecy,  
Be sufficient Actor to King Aberden,  
In duty, or in praise, for this same fact.  
Unbolt the Prison Gates, set them open,  
And let the numerous slaves be glad to see  
Such great Triumphs, and their selves set full free,  
And mysteries explained, by Gods of Temples all,  
Because such prosperous jubilee fell out,  
I recruit myself to see those signs.  Faf. 
The progeny of humanity challenge title in't,  
Because you show like the B●thinians,  
The copulating troops doth entertain,  
Of fame and valour, your most bright Queen's health,  
The heads doth show your praise, and doth prepare  
A sacrifice unto your sacred shrine,  
With amorous gesture of a lowly look,  
Not like Amazons, but a Persians smile,  
The natural rights within a Jewels hieu,  
Doth show the perfect virtues of its self;  
So all your sex may with a comely brow,  
Seeing your deservements by wisdoms deeds,  
Turn thanks as bodies of a further fame.  Buz. 
Discover engines to subdue the hill▪  
Of all renowning praise, that when obtained,  
May be a ransom to your Empress;  
The ancient Romans had ne'er reflection  
Of so great happiness, by any Pope,  
As we obtain by your sovereignty,  
To keep all laws and customs in their forms,  
Not suffering them to be wrong violated,  
Making decent pavilions of sobriety,  
To be the Magistrates and Rocks of right,  
The streets rebound( as Alexander came)  
With redoubling voices of your worth and fame,  Adr. 
When Sol's bright rays shines through the curtain  
Of an Eastern fog, than Animals rejoice;  
So do I by your conjuring words,  
As if I had obtained the Phoenix nest,  
Which is a fountain of all sweet incense.  
Records and Chronicles to posterity,  
Let them challenge memory of the same,  
The brook wherein the Nymphs correct their ga●bs,  
Let show the splendour of this brave design,  
As orient matter of a mineral,  
Strikes beauty's pride through the dark of night,  
The deed's Siren, cause it wins the hearts  
Of all my subjects unto Elysium.  Ner. 
I am executor bearing the Axe.  
That brought content and pleasure to a Queen;  
The Mayors and Senates of Bruzantia,  
Stood Officers to th' act and instruments  
Thereto; we live like Elephants, disturbed  
By none, bearing the Castle of liberty  
On our shoulders, and Wars thrown down,  
Living by counsel of tranquillious time,  
While our foes heads do obeisance to th' Queen,  
Making a dance in a triangle,  
Avoiding the tortures of a moment's fear,  
I'll bear the Axe of hope.  Adr. 
Let's muse no more, seeing the deeds of worth,  
The streets themselves its praise will warble forth.  Faf. 
The tempters of all justice, lastly throws  
At greatest strength, when others potent shows.  Buz. 
Love's guard bids yield; when honesty doth play  
Her questions and occasions for the day.  Nev. 
Join are to arms, as honour bids us do,  
And make their heads and bodies lowly bow.  Adr. 
And for this prize, let go the prisons then,  
Draw up Purcullises and set free men.  Nev. 
'Tis done, great Queen, as your generous soul,  
Is pleased to have, for it doth all control,  Faf. 
Then Querme● m●st go among the rest,  
Which of all others he will think him blessed.  Adr. 
See all do go, my joy doth countervail  
All former faults, be they e'en or or frail.  Buz. 
Clap hands for joy, because the Queen such things  
Doth propagate, and delightful tidings.  Omnes, 
Long live the Queen in health.  Adr. 
Wheel off the plain, and purchase more fame  
Than Ixion does by turning wheel in flame,  
Fetch captives more, till th'Land itself doth yield  
No martial soul to bear, or sword or shield  
Bring all Numenia's brood unto my hand;  
I know your strength none of them can withstand,  
So I you leave to see the tombs of those  
That dead do lie, and prisoners to unloose.  Exeunt.  

Scen. 7  Hollarro. Lerenica. Holl. 
Love speaks as bold, as any Druids preach;  
Because its darts strike at the hope of fates,  
The champion of all eyes checks bashful thoughts,  
Fearing to enter the bared Gates of love,  
The standards of a lofty foundation,  
Gives freedom to the lesser pinnacles;  
So I by examples, get benefit  
To make a fair progress in affections,  
And as an interposition of th'Moon  
Betwixt our eyes and Sun, causeth eclipse;  
So fainting doubts withdraws a screen mantle  
Betwixt despair and hope: But, fair Madam,  
If you'll yield to be a Princess, I am  
The man will make you.  Lere. 
Most noble Prince,  
The place is too honourable for my birth,  
And your bright grace flows by dame virtues spring  
Of valour; you might command, not woo a  
Humble soul, the zodiac wherein your  
La●p of goodness keeps its motion round,  
Like Cynthia's silver streams, is too radiant  
For on me to gaze; your honour deserves  
A Princess rightly born, for manners, tongue,  
N●● poor Peasant from a broken isle;  
A 〈◊〉 should make answer for my part,  
I am inf●●●our.  Holl. 
The spirits of a double breast leads Van▪  
In love's Empire, no gulf doth back them to't.  
So unknown beauty of a judged look,  
Oft force affection to keep triumph there.  
Your beauty shows beyond a Prince his favour,  
Discretion guides the manners of your soul:  
You plead too poor, then moves the honour that,  
You shall sit crowned with canopy of fame,  
To be a Prince his spouse: I venture soul  
More free than Scipio, Marius, or Sylla did,  
To maintain the troop of your crystal beams,  
My lance shall drop at your foot which monsters tame,  
And be a servant at your wills command,  
Yield and have the same.  Lere. 
Great Prince, your will  
Hath vigour to withdraw the proudest soul;  
You'll knock at Pluto's Gate sore Pegasus,  
Yet fear no death by incense of their breath;  
Your brave heroic mind dare face great Brute,  
Make Gian●● toys, and not know where there's scope;  
And when you dance upon uneven waves,  
The Eolian blades, stand trembling with your fear,  
And Tritons sound your fame, to please the sense;  
Why, it is strange that you doth these repose,  
And not a woman's shows of mean descent;  
I wish my blood were higher for to join  
In equal manner with your Princes right:  
But read some Poet, and you'll then agree I am too low.  Holl. 
Oh, Poets are men composed of species four,  [ Enter Beller, and walks about on one side. 
They'll praise both virtue and vice all in an hour:  
'Twas not Medea's words, but Ovid's quill,  
That Hippolytus most chaste of will;  
For if that acute Ovid likewise would,  
Medea had been as chaste as e'er he could;  
And 'twas brave Virgil made Aeneas fame,  
Soar above action of brave Turnus' name;  
But if that famous Virgil pleased to be,  
Turnus had been as great, nay more than he;  
So 'twas not Helen's looks, but Homer's mind,  
That made Paris his soul to her combined:  
For he as well could ●urn her nature so,  
That where she's fair, she should be black as crow;  
Dispute no more of Poets, but give leave  
My hands for to embrace, else you deceive  
Me of my life.  Lere. 
Your words imbrue the altar of my will,  
And you may force where you have used your skill,  
The Phoebus of your mind hath grace full bright,  
My irksome caves, and my more irksome night,  
The influence that's shown by its bright rays.  
Turns days to nights, and nights into clear days:  
Therefore my duty is, to not oppose  
Your Princely grace, but make choice where it shews,  
But still I am too low.  Holl. 
Most nobly received,  
We'll make a happy nuptial to the day,  
And th'King and Queen shall grace bright Hymen's play.  Lere. 
I am submissive.  Holl. 
Come my joyful Bride.  
It is not long till I lie by thy side.  [ Exeunt Hollar. & Lere. Bell. 
Thou blazen Taper that surmount'st my skill▪  
Taken my Mistress mace of all my joy,  
Shall not live happy by the victor got,  
I'll work thy ruin by some budding plot;  
I'll go to Celerinus, make my plea,  
And join him once by love to cross the Sea.  
That he may eross my foe, Hollarro stout,  
Put King Aberden and the Queen to rout;  
And thee Hollarro, which by that design,  
He vanquished one, at last thou wilt be mine:  
Fair Lerenica, but cruel to show  
Thy love to me, and to Hollarro owe  
The right and title of it; but that fact  
Shall ruined be, before he once doth act.  
I'll be a traitor once to King and Land,  
And Prince and Queen, because my love withstand,  
Fetch him over the restless seas, the stars  
Will prosper my success, because the Wars  
Began first in our Land. Why tarry I  
To lose the day? both King Queen, Prince, shall fly,   

Scen. 8.  

Chorus. Song I.  

1.  
Let sweet faced Hymen's nuptial songs  
Fill all, both hearts and years,  
with grace to quell the mournful day  
That brings in jealous fears.   

2.  
And no compendium of state  
Drop envy to the hour,  
That Bride and Bridegroom spend their time,  
〈◊〉 a pleasant bower.   

3.  
Strange factious doing in the Land,  
Brings not a slavery  
Unto the Magistrates of it,  
By foul conspiracy.   

4.  
Isis' flowery banks shows not fair  
To that joyful couple,  
Nor Mulmutius half so stout  
When his Sons did grapple.   

5.  
Then let the leader of all hope  
Hollow triumphant fame,  
And let bright Sol beraze the day  
Of such a nuptial train.    

Song 2.  

I.  
Still am I forced to fly,  
And be a traitor to my King,  
Because her obstinacy  
Doth force a horrid combating,  
Lerenica  
Doth bear the sway  
Of all this troubled distract,  
Causeth ruin  
And undoing, oh most unseeming act.   

2.  
Celerinus shall enclose,  
And know vermilion from white,  
With his Bruzantia's foes,  
And frame a field, them for to fight,  
Make a battle  
Which will rattle.  
Sending thousands by the fact  
Unto their home,  
And their dark tomb, oh most unseeming act,  
Wayliday, wayliday, wayliday, wayliday.      


Act 5. Scen. 1.  Aberden, Arenimia. Aber. 
THe north and south both Poles do not contain  
The very thoughts of this our great Lands joys,  
A Conqueror by popular grace;  
I reign with reverent voice among my flock,  
Revenge will not spring up by anger's dew,  
Or show its muddy face by foul conspiracy;  
Fortune is prosperous, spurning gods of Love  
To dress our Land with crown of Trophies, Gold,  
Repulsing Legions of Furies that spend  
Their breathing hours nought but to wrack and ruin:  
All Lands implore my aid, drooping their head,  
Till hope doth blow the fire of better days,  
Sharp empty titles they make fame of them,  
While we with hostile voice crack thunderbolts;  
And 'twas Hollarro's valour stated it,  
Which is a captive to fond Cupid's bolt,  
Planting female Cannons charged with love,  
Whose shot is fear, and powder jealousy,  
Turning this Land to the Antipodes.  
Lerenica hath a stronger arm than he,  
And by her sweet-faced plots, which Tyrants turn,  
Hath the pledges of his Princely brow;  
But at the length he loves her so entire,  
That he hath promised union to her shrine,  
And marry her.  Adr. 
'Tis pride, not fortune sure, that nature leads,  
His years are too young to hide such vows;  
That glorious rays will vanish with the Sun,  
Striking a seeming passage of despair,  
And waken the papavered sense of his brain,  
Which by an opiate virtue is made dull,  
And will revive desire of ecstasy;  
But if that balm, that sovereign balm of love,  
Hath so impregnated by a silent look,  
The bed of all his joy, and heart of fire,  
Them to unjoyn, shall not be my desire;  
Let Myriads of prayers, and countries love sound all  
Large Hymns of mirth unto their nuptial;  
And let all acute Poets seek their store,  
To give the Bride a gift beyond all o'er;  
Let mirth and triumph then so join together,  
That there's no difference 'twixt fair or foul weather.  Aber. 
The trembling silence of your dreadful vote,  
Hath turned his title to another sense,  
The extreme load which virtuous valour bear  
By loves punnyard, is an abyss of pain;  
But your reply gives a supporter to  
That heavy heart, which is by th'load oppressed,  
Out of the stage where honour plays her Scenes.  
I know he'll call reward unto your name;  
His duty binds such sonly grace to me,  
That Reason says he will not forget thee.  Adr. 
The Syrian flames quench the damp of spirits,  
So honoured terms brings conclusion to good will;  
I know the dainty soldiers of such troops,  
Fear not the fight of ashes of men's Tombs,  
The constellation of his nature good,  
Doth bring a recompense beyond that form:  
There is no royal looks, or face of fame,  
Be more in gratitude then his own self,  
I wish the presence of his Princely plumes,  
Would over-fly the Court into this place,  
That peace might show my pity to consent,  
To the bright day triumph of his Bride,  
I give my free consent.  Aber. 
His presence is  
Expected, heaven's starry light doth show  
By their true rays, the substance not far off;  
For time doth sacrifice unto the dame  
Of patience, the flower of its first prime,  
Because our mind stays leisure of his will,  
Until it please be present in our sight,  
The dismal looks of th'progress that he goes,  
Debars the splendency of his bright beam,  
Or otherwise he would have seen the Queen  
( Your self) my joy, with his blessed spouse;  
But stay, he comes with her.  Hollarro, Lerenica. Adr. 
Is this her?  Aber. 
Yes, this is she; welcome Hollarro.  Adr. 
The civil war of all the world, binds knee  
Unto your judgement and excellency,  
And so I hope this Lady gives the bays  
Unto your Crown, I wish long happy days.  Hol. 
Great Queen, the weakness of my youth did bend  
My fancy to a sensual careless end,  
Because no knowledge seemed to admit its trust  
Unto your sacred wisdom which is just;  
But let a fickle fancy with weak mind,  
Crave pardon for my folly there inclined.  Ler. 
And I, most Princely Queen, which Mother be  
To my poor soul, I thank on bended knee,  
Because you grant the same.  Adr. 
Rise hopeful child,  
Then King Aberden give the day its fill  
Of merriment unto a Princess will.  Aber. 
I will, blessed Queen, Hollarro take the Bride,  
And to the Church be thou a swift sure guide.  
Where all the Gods of th'Land stand in a form  
Of servitude, as they were all forlorn;  
But haste to th'Bishop that combines the knot,  
I'll stay at Palace for a future plot.  Exeunt.  

Scen. 2.  Bellerrio, Celerinus. Cel. 
'Tis strange news you bring.  Bell. 
But 'tis far truer.  Cel. 
How can a hazard of such war, employ  
Any intention of undertaking?  
We pay a tribute to them of pure gold,  
And sacrifice our lives for recompense,  
And th' highest force of all my potent souls,  
Is a common soldier; Burgargo gone!  
And 'tis a small Nation of its strength, to stand  
In revenge of th' looks of Bruzantia,  
I will not for a world be their combatant.  Bell. 
Oh how can you upon Haemus of fear,  
Rest so securely with subjection;  
Let Zephyrus gales move quicker in the ear,  
Inform the sense how Ty●a●ny doth rule:  
I'll undertake with damage of my life,  
To bring your Army in by port Braveron,  
Amongst Bruzantiae's Lords, and King and Queen,  
Before you tread a furlong on that ground;  [ knelt. 
Let hopes survive the spirits of a King,  
I beg it on my knees; you may persuade  
Yourself, that I am here no Harpalus,  
But a true Athenian to your Majesty;  
Shall my request return with joy?  Cele. 
A Monarch's will is not designed of,  
Without the counsel of his subjects votes;  
Therefore no sails of joy must carry on  
Your wand'ring Pinnace, till the sight of them:  
The Olive branch doth cluster with her fruit,  
In the plain soil of our inhabitant:  
Therefore to reflex on a gloomy shade  
Of fear and anger were discretion.  Bell. 
Pity such angry days that invent it,  
As not to admit of a private end,  
No foreign aid can help them, for their Land  
Is grown infectious by the f●tnesse of't;  
Therefore surround their Camp, your victory  
Is sure enough, which fertility will make  
Your Land as prosperous as the Aegean isle,  
Which is named Delos, where then there was born  
Apollo and Diana, God and Goddess;  
Then let not peace, like an innocent lamb,  
Rule in the theme, but a rampant Lion,  
Rousing from den of fury and ruin,  
Shall I you engage great, King?  Celer. 
Not myself,  
Unless my subjects by degrees would grow  
In love with Diamonds and a Pearl her grace;  
The massy weight of gold shall ne'er draw  
By North Pole virtue my mind to that Land,  
But here's my Lords, Let's hear their votes.  Gervoron, Burnomoy. Cel. 
The man of generous brood Bruzantia,  
Affords unto the province Numenia,  
Is here imploring by a wooing cheek,  
As th' Moon doth th' Earth in the Antipodes,  
That we may seize a Lares, or Silvaines' great,  
On their fatigated limbs in plenty:  
Yea, he will undertake to lead from coast,  
Our squadrons to the Court Bruzantia.  Bur. 
No happier sky doth show a light by blaze,  
Of pla●etary influence or rays,  
Then those same lines, if vigour be with them;  
I'll follow th'motion to carp twig from th'stem.  Ger. 
The same I'll follow, and as a darling,  
Cherish; attired in such scarlet Robes;  
Will you maintain the deed?  Bell. 
I will, Captain,  
Blaze your Troops unto the river side,  
Let no delay strike in with tarriance;  
For now their Land is Garden of the West,  
Filled to the bounds with aromatic fruit,  
An Ocean lake of dainties there's in hid;  
Therefore the time runs by dame fortunes will;  
Put off no longer, but hoist ●ales to it.  Cele. 
No more, no more, my Lord; can pygmies stand  
Against Bellonia's threats? let's slide the main,  
And all our galleys la●ch into the Ocean,  
And make those azoar parallels upon  
Its gliding surface, give a happy voyage.  Bur. 
Nereus, and all the gods do pardon not  
Our wrong that's done, be pleased to view the bounds  
Of thousands well joined ships ready for sail,  
Ten thousand men at my command, all proof,  
Burning with desire of War, dappled Nags  
For to supply those Alexander souls.  Ger. 
No more let frozen thoughts take place within  
Our natural forms, as to be love-sick with  
An idle disposition: I know bright Sol  
Will favour us, by being in Cancer, a  
Waterish sign, proceed as preparation  
Doth give leave.  Bell. 
Oh blessed Numenia's souls,  
Make no dispute, time doth grow further on.  Cele. 
Gervoron lead up the blue mail frocks,  
And you Burnomoy be my general,  
Aberden shall see what force guides our hand,  
Once more commend ourselves unto the seas,  
Make no delay.  Bur. 
None great King, they are ready,  
All utensells for the voyage so we go.  [ Bell. with hope, with hope. Exeunt  

Scen. 3.  Aberden, Adrenimia, Hollarro, Lerenica, Fafris●●, Buz●ram, Nevermo. Aber. 
Now all Bruzantia's rights connfirms the day  
And Lacedemonan customs of the boy  
Hyacinthus bids merriment to th' same:  
Let shepherds write this nuptial wedding day  
In red capital Letters for a Holiday,  
Joy to Hollarro, and the Bride his spouse.  Adr. 
Hymen's fits crowned with Garlands of all joy,  
To welcome train of marriage, Lady's beds,  
Sprinkled in form of solace, and of mirth,  
And the Pyrene mounts drop offerings to  
Such sacred meetings as this day affords,  
Long live you both is health and happily.  Holl. 
Great King, the duty of a weak desire  
Comes short in limits of a recompense;  
Let humble will, with intention, her aid,  
Strike thanks so worthy as you do deserve,  
Most virtuous Queen, the law doth guide my sense,  
If that I taste once of ingratitude,  
( A stranger plant than ever Glaucus eat)  
To turn myself into a main of fear,  
And counted their a God not for to live,  
But by a feigned will, so thanks to you  
For gracing nuptials of my wedlock hour.  Lere. 
The mind that treads in nature's paths, must say  
With the guest of most free deliverance,  
All thanks to King and Queen.  Aber. 
Then Prince Hollarro, now the knot is done,  
It shall not be said by Bruzantians,  
I like Amiens, caused your banishment;  
But all their tribute's quitted by this day,  
And thou shalt be the King of fruitful place,  
And issue of my hope of all the Land;  
Acknowledge Prince of the Cecilian souls;  
And like great Butes, have a Champion race;  
How like you it, my Lords?  Faf. 
You are a ●ire of all firm judgement,  
Brutus divides not the least atom from't,  
Where the way your credit takes its course,  
I● argument enough for me to yield.  Buz. 
The succour of the Gods descends from Jove,  
So all our lives and Pedigree of us.  
Hath conduits of all plenty, good and great,  
From the protection of your mighty hand;  
Therefore if I deny, no pardon's the●e,  
But grim unjustice must divide the spoil,  
Give me the worst, and shame thereunto boot;  
So let both Nature, Nation, and all friends,  
Give vote as free, as my soul doth unclose,  
Or wish to have the same Hollarro King.  Nev. 
Great King, your will is good, I like the same.  
Hoping he'll prove a Lap●thenian soul,  
A second Phlegias; your motion's good,  
And liked of all, here is the bards presents  
The Groom and Bride a song.  Enter three Brades, and sings to the music. 

1.  
Great Sol was di●●  
By a pearly dew,  
But now doth fling  
Off that muddy hew,  
By the sweet motions of such smiles,  
The Bride and Bridegroom time beguiles;  
Then let both heaven, earth, and sea,  
Four Elements, what's e'er they be,  
Give happy joy, and mirth for ay,  
To those brave gu●sts of this same day,  
For ever, for ever, let all sing  
Hymns to the Queen, and her brave King.   

2.  
A joyful day,  
But more joyful night,  
Lead on the way  
To that same delight;  
And when its past a happy morn,  
To th' Groom that is by his Bride born,  
And so we wish to after rest  
To th' Bride, that is by Bridegroom pressed:  
So let all joy wait leisure on,  
To pleasure them in splendent morn;  
For ever, for ever, &c.   Aber. 
The Diadem Hollarro is stayed,  
Of all Bruzantia on your noble head:  
Numenia's Land is struck with fear and quakes,  
Under the ●●ow of such a martial soul.  
After the drowsy pomp of nuptial terms,  
You shall begin your reign.  Holl. 
The massy weight of such a grave design  
Would act its part far better with yourself,  
But since a freedom breathes such spicy notes  
Of father's love, my duty must give way.  
For Cel●us, the father of immortal Gods,  
Ne'er did endue his Sons with greater joy:  
Caeus he was not in least politic,  
To lose his Trophies by a Hercules:  
Strength shall not subdue wit, if it hath play,  
I'll rule the Land, and I will you obey.  Aber. 
Thou shalt, brave Prince: the Temple's clad with joy,  
To receive your sacred presence, and also  
Honours most stately camp doth obeisance  
To your heroic shrine: be thou the King.  Omnes. 
Heavens bless his Majesty.  Lere. 
My breast's an altar to the sacrifice  
Of loves due rights, unto my loyal King.  Holl. 
Thou art a Queen, and my only spouse,  
Both King and Queen, Lord bless your Majesties.   

Scen. 4.  A great noise within of landing! and afterwards, they cry,( Kill all, kill all, &c.) and by and by, enters Celerinus, Bellerrio, Gervoron, Burnomoy, Souldiers, Ensigns, and Drums, Flourish. Aber. 
What is the news within? Heavens bless me!  
What is't?  Adr. 
I wish all things were right, then see,  
My Lords.  Nev. 
A foul invasion, we are betrayed,  
Celerinus comes.  Cele. 
Ay, and die you shall;  [ Fight. 
Fall on brave souls, let's ruin root and branch,  
Like the Hibernian blades, sound a loud,  
Lead up the fronts; strike, strike.  Faf. 
Oh traitor, traitor.  Bell. 
Die, die, thou slave.  Celer. 
Wound not the Queen: let her pains rest, to be  
A future punishment.  Aber. 
Oh I die, I die, thou vain destroyer  
Of men's lives.  [ Here all Aberden's side, with himself, is killed, save only Adrenimia, who is cha●'d, and carried out; and Hollarro, who defends himself, and escapes, and takes Lerenica with him. Cel. 
Conduct the Queen to prison,  
The day's our own, with the Supreams of th' Land.  Bur. 
We will, great liege, let's follow out the chaise.  Exeunt, march. Quermero with a dish full of furmity. Quer. 
Oh me, stay, what's here to do? what, a sleep? or tumbling;  
Pox take't, you'll break your brains with it, and I  
My belly with plum pottage; rise for shame:  
What, is here the slave that imprisoned me;  
A bard, a bird, or a turd, tell; what, art thou  
Dead, alive, or drunk; rise, and stand,  [ Takes the King's Cloak, and puts it on wrong side outwards. 
Thou haste a velvet Cloak I'll see how it fits me,  
hay, it becomes my Princely person right.  
I look like some grave Minister or Divine,  
A black blue velvet, and scarlet gippo;  
See, my foot stands like some reverend Bishop,  
And my backside like a Prince behind;  
These pottage, pottage, trouble, when I King;  
But stay, they'll do me courtesy at time,  
I'll put them up; hold up velvet Jacket;  [ Puts the Pottage in his pocket. 
Oh these are warm still from the heart to th' breast;  
But for all my jesting, what do you mean  
To go to dinner or no? I'll promise  
Here's good furmity for the same, Come go?  
What, you are mad sure: but if you be,  
I'll right your senses straight to its same form:  [ He kicks them. 
Oh how their guts cry Pease and Bacon hot:  [ Nevermo pisseth. 
I'll break the Pitcher and let the juice out,  
As hot as my pottage; stay, where are they?  
Ho, in my pocket, in my pocket,   

Scen. 5.  Enter Burnomoy. Bur. 
What art thou? and for whom?  Quer. 
A turncoat, and for myself.  Bur. 
Die than thou slave.  [ Falls as if he were dead, & while he lies, eats up his pottage. Que. 
I with all my heart.  Bur. 
Once righteous cause, shows face against its foe,  
And Northern scourge brings yoke of Scipio's fear;  
My hands embrued in warlike Champions,  
All save Hollarro the B●zantian soul;  
A Brennus, or Nenius of fame  [ Quer. I sleep 〈…〉 all there swallow's Custara, and pelts of 〈…〉 
Whose shallowed concaves, compels in valour  
All mushrooms of fear( save only he)  
Trampled by beast of forest, and of plains,  
I shall be Lord or King by the conquest.  [ Enter 〈◊〉. Holl. 
Nay, that thou shalt not, stand then like a man,  [ Fights. Bur. falls, & dies, 
An equal bond is now shared by my blade:  
The Cyprian Queen like chaste Diana,  
Of all my hope, waits leisure of a time;  
I'll not stay from her, but requite myself.  [ Exit Hollar. Que. 
Oh, oh, I have got the wind colic by  
Lying on my belly, the pease and broth  
Doth run such Barly-breaks within my maw,  
That if the backdoor hold not, I shall leak;  
Hold Punniard and Sword. I dare not stir,  
Fear lest I send my broth then parboyled out:  
Ill ventured, my breeches is clean; up, up,  [ He riseth. 
I go as if I had a Frenchman in my Boots;  
But now I'm forced to turn, I shall be killed,  
Or else foully bestride.  [ lies down again. Celerinus, Gervoron, Bellerro, soldiers, Drum, Ensign. Cel. 
The wrath of Nero is not yet appeased,  
We are like Nevervian souls, stout to a spoil,  
Though Law and Nature be our enemies,  
Yet we will rain the Hype●borean pole,  
And make our Land like shepherd Hyraeus hoste,  
A place for to receive none but the Gods:  
But after Gradivus hath then clattered thus,  
Let's make a burial to the Elysium field,  
So soldier take up the bodies of the dead,  
Carry them as Trayo●s to their long sought home.  [ Quer. than they'll let me alone, for I am not dead. Ger. 
See you perform your office, the King commands.  Soul. 
We will, great King, and noble general.  Ger. 
Lo here is slain brave Burnomoy, the blade  
Who deserves pomp, as much as Burgargo had.  Cel. 
That time and this is not now poised alike,  
The War conveys a change of Sea and Land,  
Therefore he must be buried 'mong the rest,  
So then confirm your place.  [ Exeunt omnes praeter soldiers▪ Sould. 1▪ 
Come, let's make a hole, and put them all in.  Quer. 
Oh, what must I do then? faith I'll die with them,  
For I shall be killed if I stir.  Sould. 2. 
Let's take the plunder of the field first;  
Oh here's a good suit, I'll have this, none else.  Sould. 3. 
What, here's one fellow warm, I believe he  
Is alive still;  [ He kicks Quer. to see whether he be alive or no, and Quer. answerth nothing, but makes a face. 
But if he be quick, he shall be put in the grave first.  [ Exeunt, and carry 〈◊〉 the dead bodies.  

Scen. 5.  Hollarro, Lerenica. Holl. 
The time runs round by hidden motion,  
I was a King, but now more desperate;  
And you my Queen, but fortune frowned thereon.  
I wish that Halia could have then oppressed  
To drown their ships in Cynthia's merciless realm,  
Her Father Nereus with a glad design,  
Before they footed this Bruzantia:  
Fair Lerenica, I must fly for fear,  
To adore the sorrows of an exiles place;  
I'll leave my Princely Robes, and dress my bones  
According to the custom of a pilgrim's form;  
And beat the banks which Neptune's waves have tossed  
To hunt my death, because I loathe the same;  
And at my last farewell, I'll use no art,  
Let sighs, tears, kisses, bid loath to depart.  Lere. 
Those drops of blood doth stain my maiden face,  
Because my sole Artemon must fly hence,  
Sure Jove will strive to make the Ganymedes,  
For the Hesperidon Dragon cannot stand  
The force of such a Hercules: let hope,  
Where's ere you tread your Princely guard, then guide  
Your hoodwink actions in unknown places.  
I willing am to stay, to make a prayer,  
When you depart you'll kill my life, that thing.  
The Swan's near death, when she begins to sing.  Holl. 
Oh Damsel of my breath, let not such debt  
Lie on the fabric of Hollarro,  
Though I have ●iomedes fame, I'm loath  
To prove Domitianus to thy soul;  
Heaven and Earth will not forgive the fact,  
No sacrifice nor kneeling pay the act;  
The starry bowers would send a loathsome smell  
To strangle death in the prime of my days;  
Besides the edge of furious war would bring  
A State to beg relief for thy great woe;  
What, I be D●mophoon to Phillis?  
To cause untimely death? far from Hollarro,  
Aid requires no help; I'll carry you  
Along with me, to make the Indian foes  
Grow stiff with fear, because they see the Sun  
Eclipsed by your bright brow; then go with me.  Ler. 
Display yourself no more in i●ward love,  
My heart and tongue cannot express my mind;  
I'll dwell within the Land, Bruzantia's walls,  
As long as breath sees still the inner rooms;  
Go noble Prince, as power doth give thee aid,  
For thy own sake, I'●● live and die a maid.  Holl. 
Sweet Lerenica loath, but I must go,  
My soul bids fly, my heart cries out the same,  
Then fair Lerenica, please to take th' air,  
Of other Princes from Numenia:  
So I must go, my tongue fails, nought but this  
I can express; fair, give me adieu kiss,  
Constant Lerenica, constant Lerenica.  [ Exit Holl. Ler. 
Go noble Prince, stay, take another kiss;  
What, art thou gone? wo, wo, Lerenica,  
Cannot my warbling voice crave Niobe,  
To be with her turned into a dull stone,  
That those stretching motions may then faint  
At my more flinty nature, than my breast  
Can expel from it, as such stormy blows,  
Or with Iphianassa and Lysippe,  
Changed to strange furies, that no woe may pierce,  
My vital spirits; pish, now I feel  
A stronger temper than those Goddesses,  
No Daelalus his Labyrinth can hide,  
My woe from running its due ordered course;  
Then let me frame a twist as Iphis did,  
For to make sorrow have abortive birth,  
Or turned to man, to have a stronger heart  
In the defiance of my wand'ring woe:  
But stay, I wrong poor nature's time,  
For to detard the blow that rids my pains,  
So pangs strikes larums to my parting close;  
Then do appear thou ender of my life,  [ draws her knife. 
Bring licence from Elysian souls to me;  
Come, come, thou quick physician, welcome now,  
Thy medicines to my poor panting soul,  
No tears shall hinder virtue of thy will,  
Nor Ivory breast turn point of steely form;  
So than I come Hollarro, dear Hollarro,  [ stabs. 
To which place thou'lt follow me, woe, wo, wo.  
Now I will frame an ocean for my soul  
Of pure blood, to hoist a galley in.  
And its same say I shall aim at no port else,  
But the Hollarro, Hollarro of my joy,  
So spend you drops and make a quick conv●y,  
Drench all my soul to make that great deluge;  
But if your wand'ring channels run to him,  
Inform his ear my heart was th' messenger,  
And for his own dear soul I bleed my last,  
I wrong my soul to stay the time so long:  [ stabs again. 
Now than you happy Nymphs, make passage free,  
Let no foul ghost turn back my bloody hand,  
Though grim Prometheus' vulture's tear my breast,  
Yet still my journey tempers all those pains.  
Then Jove that loves Diana's Nymph that's fair,  
Ruling the whole universe in form,  
Send down a smiling look, take pity of  
Her, who doth welter in her own hot blood,  
As in the great red Sea, whose water boils,  
The time begins to challenge privilege:  
Oh, oh, I fail; oh, oh, I fail, and come,  
Now, now, methinks, whole Kingdoms ●ome to me:  
Oh sweet sweet music, and a melody,  
Hollarro, so I go, Hollarro—  [ Falls and dies, and lies on the Stage.  

S●en. 6.  Celerinus, Gervoron, & Bellerrio. Cel. 
Mars, Armocares, is still our friend,  
The mounting Eagle soars upon the wind,  
And makes pale Moon a Diadem to her Crown,  
And so all language smiles ●i●h hollowing cries,  
To show our force like the Athenian,  
Great Agatho, strange man of might, but weak  
Unto our souls, who are Hyperions Son,  
They stood like pygmies, while we A●bions  
And Bergions stood to oppose the wrath;  
Their Towns are ours, we'll make a happy sky,  
Present a prosperous morn unto our souls;  
And when crystal Aurora gives the foy!  
To Cynthia's wand'ring Chariot, then I'll give,  
And all divide the Land according to the place  
Of every soldier, the whole Kingdom shall  
Be in fragments.  Ger. 
Great King, the appointment of your sun-bright  
Judgement, gives peace and plenty to our minds,  
Whole Regions of a violentiall form is turned  
To peace, her wishes in a splendent case;  
And as the aggregate of future loss,  
Is over-vailed by joy of present time;  
Even, so your sacred will stops envies teeth,  
To give this kingdom in a recompense.  Cel. 
Though Maulinus, they were noble in their deeds,  
To use the chain of liberty with friends,  
The Phoenix of that age, which robbed the time  
With his best deeds, are trifles to my vote;  
I hope my time will not prove like Cavinus,  
But live to see my men in silver forests,  
Urania's ● ure shall not content the mind,  
Nor 〈◊〉 Lu●e so well as gift will do,  
Tomorrow morning it shall be confirmed.  Bell. 
Your royal Majesty hath shaped my lot;  
If Achilles were here, and Pargamus,  
Their same could be no greater than ours won;  
Neptune and Nereus conspired with all one vote,  
And Titan's rays for to redeem your Land,  
And, noble liege, you have fulfilled your part.  Ger. 
The storm is over of great rage and War,  
Rhenus her waves ne'er flowed with Nilus' tides,  
To make a fertile soil, may be compared  
To this your most kinglike decree of fame.  Cel. 
Here I Ulysses, they Alcanders stand,  
While the Troy's blades strike dead those Sarpedons,  
The Agonius god is at command:  
I'll do what pleaseth fancy of my care,  
Though Alexander's fame runs much in world,  
Yet bounty takes the place of all his acts,  
Allecto, and the other two, cannot  
Withdraw the purpose that I have decreed;  
So we'll be gone, to morrow is the day.  ( Exeunt Cel. Ger., manet Bellerrio. Bell. 
Where's now Lerenica? sure● speed will drive  
Her feet, to make a ranscat for her bold  
Attempt, I shall be King or Prince, the King  
Foretells, by service I did perform;  
The brazen Gates of Hell dare not withstand  
The elbow blades of my great thundering arm:  [ Finds Lerenica. 
But stay, what's this? the spoils of some strange story,  
'Tis not Lerenica sure, her face is black,  
A contrary climate to her element;  
I'll cl●nse thy face to see with sorrows eyes,  
Sureed cannot be fair Lerenica;  
Let's see thy chin, thy finger and thy ring;  
Oh 'las, it is the signature I gave  
To her dear soul. oh cursed Bellerrio,  
I have done wrong for to defame my King,  
And lose my Dame, a mock-star of the Sun;  
Oh slavery of Heirs, to fight and die  
By that great War I overcame by blows;  
Let one Urn conclude both of our ashes,  
A servile man unto my sorrow: no,  
This arm shall send a weapon to my heart,  
No policy shall work by quick design,  
To turn the mind that hangs on that same string:  
She's dead, she's dead, and stabbed herself for grief,  
By homebred strife, and a full stretched arm;  
What, shall I live to see those days of woe,  
With this my body, and want the life of th' soul?  
No, sure I may with Carthaginians,  
Be buried quick as Philenius were,  
Make Celerinus prove to me a Cyrene  
Oh that would be a joyful day to see,  
Such a mutation in my barbarous plot;  
Or like Orpheus' wife Eurydice,  
Be stung with the Aristaean Adder,  
And so cause end to this my gloomy light:  
But these afford no aid unto my dying soul,  
Then let me be with Babylonian dame,  
To Dirces' fish converted, in moment,  
That all Pallanian dames may hiss my woe,  
To see my foul and unreserving thought;  
Let flocking furies strangle breath within  
Such a presumptuous soul, to venture it;  
I caused her death, than death must recompense  
That virgin's act; I must, I must then die,  
The battle's ended, but in arms with me,  
Such objects fright my inner vitals sense,  [ Draws his sword. 
So thou must be my friend when all forsake;  
A happy key to open death the Gate.  
Cut, cut, the veins, that hath wrought such a foe,  
To fair Lerenica in her resting sleep:  
Then here I come with a most sweet content,  [ stabs 
With Cancus bird, to pine away with mirth, oho-  
The pangs begin to work, I leave this place  
To be surnamed( Bellerrio's comfort  
With Lerenica)—  [ Falls and dies, so they are both conveyed off the Stage.  

Scen. 7.  Hollarro in a d●stressed condition. Holl. 
This dismal life gives tongue unto my mind,  
What Arcadian mountain, or Pholot wood,  
Receive my soul, and charge it as a prey,  
A Panetolium forest would befit  
My sense with decent alarms of fear;  
Rouse then authority of hellish cries,  
Be thou a foe when substance wants its force,  
Bring in a full career of desperate shouts,  
And tax the muster-role of all my sense,  
Though the Athenian Cynegirus  
Holded the ship, while hands and stumps did last:  
So I in father's Kingdom equalled him,  
In that Halcyion's nest of all my joy,  
No choler moved me to't, but duty did imprint  
To lend that aid of my full strongest arm,  
By whose great blows the air it did inflame;  
I forced all those Symbarians by a rule,  
To make the earth a pillow for their souls.  
That which was matter and spirit, is now turned  
To matter only in a putrid form:  
The Spirit's gone like an airy breath,  
And a sweet music only by its sound.  
When I have done all, this, must now return  
Into a hopeless humour of my life,  
Losing my Kingdom, cast as reprobate:  
No sure, I shall ne'er undergoed with hope,  
To boil in lake of famine and despair,  
Vengeance oryes loud unto my fearful soul,  
But impotency warns me to desist,  
A desolate forest yields no comfort to  
A Princely humour, lest be by combat  
Of savage creatures in their form and shape,  
But let a hope survive my vital sense,  
Often good fortune haps to a foreign Prince:  
But stay, methinks I wander without brains,  
Where's Lerenica my only Queen and joy;  
Oh that's the deed, no hope can recompense;  
Now, now, these thoughts bequeathe my life to death,  
Let Orcus' streams that flow from Stygian lake,  
Make her full course in channel of my throat;  
Or like Oenomatus, an El●an King,  
Treacherously slain, not knowing friends from foe  
Or else like Daphn●, turn to tri-form,  
Wearing a laurel Crown of Prince's power;  
But all these days are gone, a quicker charm  
Shall do the deed, come thou my steely man:  [ He draws his sword, and sets it to his breast, but cannot make it enter. 
Oh strange, oh strange; what, is my soul an Adamant?  
The point is turned, sure gods hath against said,  
I'll try once more, perchance it was my fear;  [ He tries again, and his sword breaks. 
Heavens bless me, what's the matter? what, is  
My sword confounded, and my breast yet firm?  
Well, I'll go range for a fury to kill  
Me, or else die with despair.  Exit Hollarro. Celerinus. Gervoron, soldiers. Cel. 
After the Queen is punished by courage,  
Of lash, of fury, with a martial hand,  
The storms grown calm of all our foreign foes,  
All poetic centaurs leave the game,  
Not one assayl on credit of our fame;  
Then Gervoron be you the Lord of  
The woody Province of Bruzantia;  
As for Bellerrio he hath sung a doleful close  
Of echoing quavers to Elysium:  
And all my Souldlers have a ●itting bound,  
According to the valour they have won.  Ger. 
Most noble Liege,  
Time doth surrender office to your Crown,  
Giving the theatre of all Kingly power,  
Making all Rebels venture for safeguard,  
Suffering no bulwark of discretion;  
Therefore grave judgement is in balance now,  
And your great Majesty hath poised the same,  
By prosperous spoils; all ponderous rage is gone  
Fled with the viper to the cave of fear:  
All foggy shadows turn a crystal rays,  
To make the misty humour ascend up;  
Tears wiped from us, a joyful day now comes,  
No stars are now, but turned to glittering suns.  Cel. 
Let Tagus spangled shore void up all Gems,  
And Nilus gliding streams recruit all stems,  
The quintessence of all four Elements,  
And all the earth as they each one frequent,  
Join all in one to make elixir true,  
Yet all are vain to what is born to you,  
The mass of all the round terrestrial globe,  
Is unto that you have, but a poor node;  
You in abyss of joy is plunged full out,  
And in a Wardrobe which none can recrout;  
Go blessed souls, take spoils or fields, what you  
Do most approve of, or best in your show.  Sould. 
Noble heroic Liege, all grace wait on  
Your Kingly honour, and royal person.  Exit Sould. Ger. 
Honour of honours, and the field of fame,  
Give Victors, Trophies, to your divine name;  
Let them all sound, to make the rocky stones  
Know whose's their subject, who helps their great moans,  
And let the wheel of valour still at hand,  
Stand present at the sign of your command.  Cel. 
The rector of all the spread dapled skies,  
Who holds the Poles, and all that on them lies▪  
Bids gloomy Luna take possession free,  
Of golden Titan and his splendency.  
So we'll depart, Aberden must give way  
To Celerinus, who still rules the day.  Exeunt.  

Scen. 8.  

Chorus, Song 1.  

1.  
Let sable mourning fling away  
Her dusty Robes, here comes the day,  
Which makes bright Ceres smile to see  
Such Bacchalian tranquillity,  
All Gods and Goddesses both far and ne'er,  
Must sing and praise this day with grateful cheer   

2.  
The Stygian lakes must cease to be,  
And Cerberus greedy of his fee,  
Peace doth make Bellonia frown,  
Mars yields up, and gives Peace the Crown;  
Then let us all clap hands for joy of this,  
That nought can recompense below a bliss.    

Song 2.  
See how the flocks possess the ground,  
While men do wait thereon,  
And all things in a blessed form,  
And joyful union;  
All Cities quiet, singing hymns,  
While children plays thereby,  
Skies send to them a happy morn,  
All by mil●e jubily;  
Therefore since peace doth make these things,  
Let us spend all our days  
To frame such peace while peace doth last  
In all our wand'ring ways:  
How bravely Nymphs and Satyrs play,  
And skip in valleys low;  
And how great Jove doth like the same  
In such a pleasant show;  
Then sound, clap hands, and make a noise,  
Till skies they do rebound,  
To see such friendship and such love,  
'Twixt their Land and this ground.  Exeunt. The Graces, with the Ring of Amity. Agl. 
Aberden caused Celerinus to fly.  Tha. 
Celerinus made Aberden know why.  Eup. 
Neither of those Kings knew which first should die.  At. 
Here's Aberden's ashes laid in tomb,  
And soldiers lie so thick, there is no room  
For future damage, the clear stars wax dim,  
A Serpent now is viceroy of all sin,  
His Subject made their answer and design,  
Still viewing Countries, till with him made fine:  
The wide mouth of all swallowing angers throat,  
Gapes like Eagle or Lion from his vote,  
No Empire bounded, but this Nymph will see  
The bounds and freedom of its liberty;  
She's born of crooked nature, because her will  
Is oft employed to manage what is ill;  
But let grim Anger wait, as long as days,  
Or years, or months, or Sol hath any rays,  
She still shall be debarred from us three,  
Who live in ring( naked) of amity.  Tha. 
The hellish Queen, great Adrenimia's paid  
To her deserts, in prison chained, and laid  
For future trouble of a dreadful day;  
Greedy her hands were to spill blood always;  
But now expect revenge from that same King,  
Where she employed such a Lethalian thing.  Eup. 
The Prince Hollarro still must wander time,  
In smiling Dales and Woods then full of crime;  
The hoisting sails of all his hope must be,  
After foul cross to have community,  
Until the spangled skies doth give such rays,  
I wish bright Sol may turn all nights to days;  
But if my wish be too severe in sight,  
I wish all native Princes had their right.  Exeunt. 

Tibul.  
— credula vitam  
Spes fovet—   
FINIS.