THE Ungrateful Favourite. A TRAGEDY.  
WRITTEN By a Person of Honour.  
Ficta, voluptatis causa, sint proxima veris.  Horat. de Art Poet. 
Licenced,  
May 11. 1664.  
Roger L'Estrange.  
LONDON: Printed by J. Cottrel, for Samuel Speed, at the Rainbow near the Inner Temple-gate in Fleetstreet. 1664.   

dramatis Personae.  

KING of Naples, Old and timorous, fears to be dethroned by his Son.  
AMINTOR, the Prince, His Son, Generous and Popular, yet full of respect and duty to the King, a Lover of Clariana.  
VALERIO, a Count, In love with the Princess, and after General for the King.  
TERRAEFILIUS, An unknown person, fancied by the Prince for his rare parts and qualities, and by him advanced to highest Dignities, called in Court Calisto.  
DUKE of Calabria, A Favourer of the Prince, and Father to Clariana.  
FRANGYPANE, A Nobleman, endued with Courage, and other brave qualities, which are destroyed by the infection of Love and Poetry: He is in love with Livia.  
MALIGNO, LUSSURIO, Two Sycophants that batten upon the King's weakness, and great enemies to the Prince.  
HORTENSIO, Lieutenant to Valerio, a worthy Gentleman.  
Captains, Soldiers, a Spirit, Messenger.  
JULIANA, The Princess, in love with Valerio.  
CLARIANA, The Duke's Daughter, in love with the Prince.  
LIVIA, A Lady attending the Princess, beloved by Frangypane. Ladies.   
Scene NAPLES.   

PROLOGUE.  
Enter a Drunkard, a Morice-dancer, a Buffoon, a Bawd, a Whore, and a She-Gypsie; they dance an Antic. Which done, Enter Tragedy in state, in a Crimson Robe held up by two Roman Gladiators, a Crown upon her head, a Sceptre in one hand, and a Poniard in the other; at whose entrance the Dancers all start back.  

Tragedy.  
YOu seem amazed; pray let me wonder too:  
I have more cause to stand amazed thin you,  
To see your mimic faces usher in  
So deep a Tragedy. Those that have seen  
My Crimson Visage on the Stage before,  
Expect designs both deep and dark: nay more,  
Counsels of Kings disclosed: They look to see  
Me ushered in with wont Majesty,  
No light Morris. Sure the Author's frantic,  
To present for a Prologue such an Antic;  
Or else he humour's those that are so: few  
Can like things so extravagantly new,  
I mean, that are judicious: some think fit  
To number Dances in the rank of Wit.  
Such may his entrance please; whilst only they  
Of deeper judgement do applaud his Play.    

THE Ungrateful Favourite.  

ACTUS PRIMUS.  

Scoena Prima.  Prince, Terraefilius. Prince. 
THou lovest us, Terraefilius?  Ter. 
Love you, my Lord? What man dare question it  
That hath a life, or may be mortal? Would  
I could find a word apt to express it,  
And then some action to make good that word;  
My love would throw me on the enterprise,  
And banish by performance the least doubt  
Might bring my Love or Duty in suspect.  Prince. 
Neither is doubted, Terraefilius;  
I do believe, and cherish both.  Ter. 
Give't (my Lord) the name of Duty only;  
A Vassal's love unto his Prince is such:  
Or, if you please, of Gratitude, for all  
Those Favours, those Seas of Princely Favours,  
Your Bounty prodigally showered on me.  Prince. 
I count them, Terraefilius, well bestowed:  
When Princes meet with a clear faithful Breast,  
One, who nor flatters nor betrays his trust,  
(As I have done in thee) they ought esteemed  
The richest Jewel in their Diadem.  
When Hunting accidentally I found thee,  
Clad in the roughness of a Soldier's Garb,  
Then did I see Desert shine through thy Rags,  
A valiant look linked to an honest heart;  
And since, thy virtue hath made good all my  
Predictions of thee.  Ter. 
Your Grace doth ruin my small stock of worth,  
Quite bankrupt my hopes, which are by service  
To deserve your favour. But Nature's poor  
In but affording me a single life,  
Scarce valuable to lose in your defence:  
The sum of all my riches is your love.  Prince. 
In which Exchequer, thou shalt find no waste,  
Nor study wanting to advance thy State:  
For I design Virtue a Triumph in▪  
Thy Greatness; therefore, Terraefilius,  
I will prefer thee to my Father's love,  
Endear thee to his heart: such honest Souls  
Should still cohabit with a Monarch's ear.  Ter. 
Your Grace doth seem to love me,  
Yet you would lose me.  Prince. 
Lose thee, Terraefilius? I'd advance thee.  Ter. 
Thus to advance me, is to cast me down;  
Honesty dares not lurk too near a Crown:  
Policy undermines and ruins her:  
Truth's an unwelcome Guest unto a King,  
Whose ears have been the Inns of flattery,  
Who never yet knew one truth of himself,  
Or of his people. (Pardon my honest bluntness.)  
And next consider, if a man that knows  
His duty binds him speak his honest thoughts  
T'inform his Prince of those abuse his ear,  
And let him know his People's Grievances,  
Can be a Grateful Favourite.  Prince. 
You must learn to Temporize.  Ter. 
Yes, be a Dog, and fawn upon each Lord; be injured, and give thanks; that is the thriving way: never speak a truth, but when it is injurious; detract from true deserts, and praise shallow great ones to their ruin.  Prince. 
Thou hast the Theory, now try to practise.  Ter. 
To be a Knave, a Politic Courtier; had I somewhat of the Fool too, they were very fortunate properties.  Prince. 
Although the Place seem such an Antipode  
Unto thy honest Nature, when thou knowst  
My Interest urgeth my Commands, thou'lt flee  
Swister then Lightning to perform my wish;  
I know thou wilt.  Ter. 
Were the Devil there, as Vices are his Agents, your interest would make me dare him too; and to promote it, vanquish him.  Prince. 
Thy bluntness savours much of manly truth;  
I will therefore use no further circumstance,  
But open the very soul of my design  
In placing thee at Court; which is, to find  
Out such as are my enemies, and do  
Infect my Father's Soul with Jealousy,  
Insinuating to his fearful thoughts  
My Popularity. Which when thou hast  
Discovered, at leisure we'll contrive  
Their overthrow. Two of those Slaves are now  
Within the level of my just Revenge;  
But so endeared unto my Father's Soul,  
He'd think't a violence unto himself,  
Should we but touch them.  Ter. 
Give me, Sir, their Names;  
I'll mark them out for Hell immediately.  Prince. 
You shall have fit Directions.— You can't  
Be ignorant how I have suffered,  
And still suffer through my Father's weakness;  
Of whom I now am rather feared, then loved:  
The many Penances I've undergone  
To gain the good Opinion of the King,  
Must likewise be familiar to your thoughts,  
Who can best witness the obscurity  
In which I have lived; how much below my birth;  
Wedding myself unto a solitude  
Little beseeming such a Kingdom's Heir,  
All to regain the King's Opinion  
Of my Loyalty: A thing impossible,  
Unless by Policy I could remove  
Those brace of Leeches that do hourly feed  
Upon my Father's weakness; His Aged Fears.  Ter. 
I'm bound to serve you. Did your Highness know  
How loath I am to leave you, what a contest  
There's grown between my Duty and my Love,  
You'd surely pity me: But I serve you,  
Though I'm banished from you, that's my comfort.  Prince. 
I see you'll prove a Courtier; let's invent  
The aptest form now to prefer thee in:  
For should my Father learn thou cam'st from me,  
He'd never trust, but think it a design  
Upon his Person. Hast been seen in Court?  Ter. 
Never, my Lord: nor do I think myself within the verge of knowledge, since my transformation from a Mendicant in Buff, to a Silken Favourite.  Prince. 
'Tis well: but yet I fear, although thy birth.  
Was mean, thy Soul and Education both  
Too Noble are to personate so base  
A spirit,  
As must endear thee to my Father's love.  Ter. 
Doubt me not; love makes all service easy.  Prince. 
But thou'rt to play a part so opposite  
Unto thy Genius, thou'lt ne'er humour it.  
Canst act a Coward, a Slave, as timorove  
As a Virgin-Bride, lying suspended  
'Twixt her hopes and fears, in expectation  
Of her a norous Groom?  Ter. 
A Coward, Sir?  Prince. 
Yes, a wise cautious Coward; a formal  
Coxcomb, thou never interest my Father's  
Books else, nor so much credit gainest to do  
Me good: my Father entertains all such  
About his Person for security:  
His valiant Guard wait at the Palace-gate,  
Not daring to trust them nearer his Person.  Ter. 
Your Highness makes me wonder.  Prince. 
To such a wonder Age hath brought the King;  
More my misfortune: wilt counterfeit  
This Personage?  Ter. 
I'll more than counterfeit to serve you; I'll be  
The thing you wish.  Prince. 
Receive in writing these Directions then,  
And fail not (as you love your Prince) to act  
Accordingly.  Ter. 
This is the square I'll rule my actions by.  Prince. 
Let's then by execution give life  
To our design; extend a Princely Arm,  
And make those Sycophants this Maxim know,  
'Tis dangerous to be a Prince's Foe.  Exeunt.  

Scoena Secunda.  Lussurio, Malcigno, Juliana, Valerio. Lus. 
WE have a fine time on't i'faith, to be sole Companions, Favourites and Chamber-fellows to the King.  Mal. 
Chamberlains, and chief Gentlemen of the Chamber? we are Totum in Toto, or Fact-Totums.  Lus. 
Not too much Latin, Brother.  Mal. 
For indeed all things pass through our hands; and therefore it is reason we should have a feeling in it.  Lus. 
How happy were we, to be born patiented Gentlemen! not to have one angry Planet reign at our Nativities! not one scruple of Choler in both our Compositions.  Mal. 
Choler? Thou Ruby-faced Gentleman with a Carbunkled Nose, I do contemn thee: I'll not give a rush for thee as the time goes; for thou art more out of fashion then Picketde-vaunt Beards, or Plaindealing at Court; and more ridiculous than Dancing to a Dead man, that sees not the Music.  Lus. 
Fight Valour, Vostre servittur, you must not come within the smell of the Court now, and yet we are valiant too; for true Valour consists in suffering.  Mal. 
Right: for if a Blow or a Kick will do a friend a kindness, let him take it, and be gone: if he be actively valiant in striking, we will be more passively valiant in bearing, and oppose Flesh to Flesh, the Cheek to the Palm: for if he use the Batton, he's a Coward, and not valiant by Nature, because he refuses the use of Natural Weapons.  Lus. 
Which the Lion, and other valiant Animals, employ.  Mal. 
True: but thanks to our good Kings peaceable temper, we are freed from such unnatural Fencers.  Lus. 
And from the Natural too, praised be the patiented Stars: they were both a continual torment to us in our days of adversity. I could never keep my Curls in order; for the roaring of some Drum-headed Rascal or other would make them stare, and stand an end.  Mal. 
That affliction could I bear; but when they tore Hair and Ears up by the roots, it required a treble-fortified patience.  Lus. 
Oh, but the Villainous Kick given by the Horned shoe!  Mal. 
That fashion was invented in the City, and came from head to foot immediately: but the dirty shoe do I exclaim against; it hath spoiled me many a Satin Hose.  Lus. 
But now thanks to our generosity in suffering, we have overcome our griefs, to the great grief of our Offenders, who daily come with Cap in hand to sue to us for favour.  Mal. 
Whilst we delay their suits, and make them participate of our virtue.  Lus. 
Patience, Brother.  Mal. 
'Twas that I was going to say: therefore 'tis fit now we are called to the Helm, Brother, (mark me) to the management of State-affairs, we should be grateful to the virtue that hath exalted us.  Lus. 
Patience.  Mal. 
Still thou takest the word out of my mouth: A bearing Patience, Brother: (observe me) I have a design to bring it in fashion; for I conceive it very advantageous and profitable to the Commonwealth.  Lus. 
As how, dear Brother?  Mal. 
If you mark it, for 'tis a State-point: Bearing is the cause of Advancement, Peace and Defence to a Commonwealth; of Advancement in us, who whilom were the dregs, and are now become the very cream of the Commonwealth, and swim atop. Patience is a certain cause of Peace, for it makes the Citizen bear with his Wife, whilst she is bearing the Courtier: so every man bears one with another. Lastly, it is a defence to the Commonwealth: for it chief causeth the generation of her defender.  Lus. 
Learnedly argued, Brother! What Flesh can say more in praise of patiented bearing? Undertake thou the fashion amongst the men, and let me alone to persuade the Women; they have a natural faculty in it. But mum: Enter Valerio, Princess. Here comes the Princess and Valerio, whose Physiognomy is more terrible than an apparition of Satan, with a visible Cloven foot.  Mal. 
His looks congeal my very blood; my heart is but one lump of Ice.  Lus. 
But for the privilege of the Peace, I durst not come within the scent of his Valour, I thank my fear,  Mal. 
Yonder's my Mistress too; and if his very aspect have not conjured down all my affections, and laid the Devil flat, may I never rise to the Council-board.  Lus. 
By this cudgelled Carcase, she's a dainty morsel of Man's flesh: Oh that I had her in place where—  Mal. 
How thou swellest at the sight of a handsome Woman!  Lus. 
Oh, she hath eyes, whose sparkling Glances invite a man to Lewdness. Prithee let's Court her to the next Lobby; my thoughts are Fornicators already.  Mal. 
Thou want'st a Cooling Julep; faith Brother you must purvey elsewhere; this Lady is selected for a lawful affection.  Lus. 
No monopolising, Brother: if I can get a consent before thee, I'll make bold with the first cut.  Mal. 
However, I'll venture on the invitation; she's too honest for thy purpose.  Lus. 
I would fain see an honest Woman; but Miracles are ceased sure.  Exeunt with Lucia. Val. 
I dare not nourish the bold thoughts of love,  
Yet still I must admire you, still adore you  
As a Star above me; a happiness  
Like heaven, in this life not to be obtained,  
Though wished for, yet there after good actions  
Through th' Port of Death we may at last arrive,  
But to the accomplishment of my desires,  
I fear never: how can I fear a thing  
I dare not hope for?  Jul. 
You are (my Lord) too cruel to yourself,  
Too superstitious in your love, to which  
Although I dare give no encouragement,  
Not being my own Disposer, might I  
Advise, it should be constancy.  Val. 
Madam,  
Can I be guilty of so great crime,  
Or Heaven be so cruel to impose  
(For secret sins) so high a punishment,  
As make me know a change in my Devotions  
To your Grace, yet your Virtuous Counfel  
Would strengthen and reanimate my love  
To such a vigorous perfection,  
It would appear invincible to all  
The encounters of an adverse fortune.  Jul. 
You're very confident of your affection.  Val. 
Your Goodness (Madam) did first give it birth:  
But if I have offended, pardon me,  
And I will teach my tongue forget that Name,  
That Divine Name of Love. I ' d not offend  
Your Virtue willingly: but if a service,  
Pretending nothing but from your merit,  
A pure flame, free from the smoke of lust,  
Zealous Devotions, no ways counterfeit,  
Can pretend to the Character of Love,  
Pray let me read it in a smile: You are  
In this too bountiful, and I in the  
Request (I fear) too impudent: if so  
With a frown you chide away my Soul whilst dying  
On your hand, I vow myself your Martyr.  Jul. 
How he moves me! I have too much Woman:  
My Lord! see how unmovedly he stands!  
Just like Love's Statue, and as lovely. Sure  
He's transported in his thoughts: How his Fancy  
Labours! 'twere sin beyond a cruelty to scorn  
Such love, which in a sweet, yet negligent  
Distraction, displays both Truth and Passion.  
But he recovers!  Val. 
What a Paradise hath my thoughts enjoyed!  
What Seas of Pleasures hath my Fancy waded!  
Most Divine Power of Love! thy Joys and Griefs  
Are both inscrutable, and not to be  
Comprehended.  Jul. 
How do you do, my Lord?  Val. 
Very exceeding well, never better:  
Surely Sickness dares not approach me now,  
Now you are present, who are both my life  
And health, indeed my All: for less cannot  
Express you; nor that at full.  Jul. 
You set (my Lord) too great a value on  
A worth that's borrowed from the Barren Dust  
Of Ancestors: Their peculiar Virtues  
Made them Kings, my Fortune me a Princess:  
I might as well been born the neglected  
Issue of a Shepherdess, and past as  
Unregarded; your Lordship then (I doubt)  
Would scarce have thought my Virtue a full Dowry,  
My Chastity a Nobleness in Nature.  Val. 
How much you wrong my thoughts, (Madam!) my Love's  
No common flame wedded to Lust, or to  
Ambition; it is your Soul, your Soul  
Of Virtue I am ravished with: had it  
Inhabited the coarsest blackest earth  
Africa did ere produce, 'twould have rendered  
It Divine, and through that Sable Cloud  
Cast forth its glorious Beams of brightness.  Jul. 
Continue still a Precedent for Lovers;  
Steer them a course to everlasting love,  
Immortal as the Soul. Tell them, Beauty  
Is fading; such will be their love if placed  
On her; Greatness unstable, no secure  
Prop to build it on. virtue's the Pillar  
That will never fail: She's your Advocate,  
And pleads (my Lord) your interest in my heart:  
 on her still; for she'll deserve your love.  Val. 
I have ever done so, (Madam) doted  
On you; but with such reverence, such a  
Becoming duty, as best might suit my  
Meanness, and your great Birth.  Jul. 
Continue constant.  Exit. Val. 
Continue constant? excellent Motto!  
Thou shalt be engraved in lasting Characters  
About my heart, and excho thence  
Those sacred words, until my tongue forget  
All frivolous Discourse; only her name  
Shall intermixedly make up  
Love's Harmony, whilst daily I admire  
Those Blazing Stars which set my heart on fire.  Exit.  

Scoena Tertia.  Prince, Terraefilius in a plain simple dress. Prince. 
IF thou canst suit thy Garb unto thy dress,  
Thou gainest access and credit with the King.  
But Terraefilius, do not forget  
The ends for which I placed thee there, to work  
For my advantage, and to plead my cause  
Like a double-feeed Advocate, which must  
Be with success; the King's Aged Weaknesses  
Being of such an easy mould, they take  
Impressions, good or bad, as those about  
Him stamp on his Belief.  Ter. 
For the future, it shall bear the Signet  
Of your Virtue, which I'll impress so deep  
Into his Soul, that Age, nor eating time  
Shall never raze. I'll let him know how sweet  
A hope he hath for to succeed him: how  
Noble a Son, how generous a Prince,  
How full of duty and of humble thoughts.  Prince. 
Thou wilt in this so far oblige us, that  
I shall esteem my Favours passed but Trifles.  Ter. 
I'm richly recompensed in your Princely Love!  
Continue me but there, I wish no greater  
Fortune.  Prince. 
Would I could take thee nearer to my Soul,  
Thou art so good: but being already at height  
In my affection, I will raise thee to  
An equal height in Fortune: when I reign,  
'Tis Terraefilius that must command.  Ter. 
I am (my Lord) your Vassal, born to serve,  
Not to oblige you: yet I would not change  
My bondage to be a Monarch; so much  
I prise your love and service!  Prince. 
I know thou lovest us, and need no farther  
Argument to confirm the truth. But now  
To my Design: This leads to the Presence,  
I must commit thee to thy fortune; for  
I dare advance no further, it would breed  
Too much suspicion: you know your task.  Ter. 
And will performed with all fidelity.  Prince. 
'Tis in thy power to oblige thy Prince;  
And to mistrust, were too much injury,  
Where I have found so much fidelity  Ter. 
I were too base a Villain to deceive  
So generous a Prince: Your confidence  
Would make a Traitor Loyal, but on me  
Mere Gratitude doth put a double eye.  Prince. 
May the God's favour our designs!  Exit Ter. 
They're obliged to favour Justice, Sir.  
Poor Prince! I pity him: I see Content  
Is seldom conversant with high Estates;  
Most Virtuous Souls are injured most by Fates.   

Scoena Quarta.  Lussurio, Malcigno, Terraefilius. Lus. 
FEllow Malcigno! let us be watchful, vigilant and careful in our Office; the King is upon entrance, and relies upon our honesty for his Safeguard.  Mal. 
Therefore it is safe we search each corner wherein Treason may lurk.  Ter. 
What a brace of Baboons are these? fit to keep Centinal at a Lady's Closet, then at a King's Bed chamber.— But I must try my fortune, and accost them: Worshipful Gentlemen!  Lus. 
Ha! what Fellow's that speaks to us with his Justice of Peace his Title?  Ter. 
Right Worshipful Gentlemen!  Mal. 
So, he rises a note, but hath not attained our stile.  Lus. 
Brother, take no notice of him; Austerity and Gravity are the Essence of Greatness and Place.  Mal. 
Let us then walk by him with as much contempt as a begging Spaniard refuses an Alms before witness.  Ter. 
What Musk-cats are these, to guide a tottering State, whose Wisdom is mere Formality; Honesty, Baseness; and greatest Virtue, Cowardice? But I must temporize with these State-Leeches: Right Honourable, I have an humble suit to your Honours.  Lus. 
An humble suit to your Honours? This is somewhat like.  Ter. 
That your Honours would deign to prefer me to the King, as a person dignified with the Virtue Patience, which his Gracious Pleasure hath newly rendered a Majestical Virtue.  Mal. 
Fellow, I fear thou hast not undergone all the trial of that magnanimous Virtue.  Lus. 
Brother, you say right: for those Carbuncles in his face denote Choler, heat of Liver, and Inflammations of Anger: therefore, Fellow, we cannot; it is absolutely against. Allegiance to add nit thee.  Mal. 
How many trials of patience hast thou passed through?  Ter. 
Various sufferings, Sir, and Militant afflictions; as, the Bastinado, the Horn'd-shooe-kick, the Twinge by the Nose, the Lugier by the Ear, and penetrating Lash; all which I have born with patience, because I would not slain my Honor.  Mal. 
Certes, Brother, this Fellow hath Virtue in him.  Lus. 
If I could but see Golden Proofs, I should believe: But to introduce a Fellow to our capacity, (do you conceive me, Brother?) is no small kindness.  Mal. 
I'd be of your Opinion, had the Fellow Wit or Policy; but he's a Fool, you may see by his Garb.  Ter. 
The fool may chance to colt you, rather uncolt you: cast you from the Saddle of preferment. But I must buy my place, I see that: there's no Courtier hath so little Wit, but he can take money for an Office. Gentlemen, presuming you have considered my aptitude for the King's service, and that your resolutions are in my favour, I take the boldness to present you this parcel of Crowns.  Lus. 
Now we understand him, these are the only Pleaders.  Mal. 
Next to Women, Brother.  Lus. 
Women, I grant, are very prevalent: I saw the Fellows aptitude before: if you mark it, he hath an ingenious countenance; we'll prefer him.  Mal. 
Content: to say truth, the weight of Government is too ponderous for two. Come, Fellow, and be obedient, thou art made for ever: if otherwise, we will take the Prop of our favour from thee, and expose thee to the perils of fortune.  Ter. 
I shall be still your Creature.  Lus. 
He will thrive, I warrant him; he hath learned to flatter great Ones.  Exeunt. Ter. 
Good Dog-Whelps, you that sell your Prince's smiles  
For Crowns, would for a sum of Angels sell  
His Crown, and Life to boot: Such sweet Engines  
(Giving a handsome opportunity)  
Might transform a Politician to  
A Traitor; which proves this Axiom true,  
That Prince can ne'er be safe who much depends  
On Knaves for Counsel, and makes Cowards Friends.  Exit.   

ACTUS SECUNDUS.  

Scoena Prima.  King, Juliana, Lussurio, Malcigno, Terraefilius. King. 
DO you all know him?  Lus. 
Know him, my Liege? better than ourselves: an honest Fellow, an please your Majesty; and so holy, he hath almost worn out his finger's ends with dropping Beads.  Mal. 
He prays so continually, the Devil's grown weary to disturb his Meditations.  Lus. 
Did you but see him at his Orisons, you'd swear he enticed Heaven by his amorous postures to an embrace. I never courted Wench with half such an Alphabet of Gestures.  King. 
'Tis well, it doth become your care to place such near our Person; for we rely upon your faiths: I don't affect these Menkillers styled Valiant; they are cruel, and gain a reputation by spilling Humane Blood.  Mal. 
This Gentleman's so merciful, he'll not crack a Louse for fear of spilling it.  King. 
What doth our Daughter think of this new Courtier?  Jul. 
I think he may be worth your favour, Sir:  
If one may judge by looks, his countenance  
Befriends him: truly I think him faithful:  
Nor can I fancy any man so cruel,  
So much at enmity at least with Heaven,  
As to wish harm unto their Sovereign.  King. 
Your Innocence let's you not see the dangers  
Threaten us: Our ears are every where;  
Nor want we power to prevent  
All those designs of blood that menace us.  Jul. 
Boody designs indeed! sure such evil  
Cannot inhabit in a subject Soul.  Weeps. King. 
Poor Girl! she weeps: I wish her Brother were  
Of this soft strain: but he's all Martial,  
And bears Destruction in his very looks,  
To Us, and to our Kingdom. He might stay  
Till Nature force me to resign it up  
To his Protection, without seeking  
Thus to encroach upon my subjects loves.  
We shan't long trouble him: Me thinks our Age,  
Did not the Law impose a double tie  
Of Son and Subject, might incline his heart  
To due obedience; but Nought works on him.  
A Crown's esteemed a thing of so much weight,  
Men seldom weigh by what means 'tis obtained.  
Treason we never do for just allow,  
But when she perches on a Monarch's brow.  
When I am dead, none dare the Deed disown;  
The Prince will justify it by my Throne.  Ter. 
Doth he use to talk to himself thus?  Lus. 
'Tis his daily exercise: for he'll admit no company but the Princess and us; and we are commonly so busied for his safety, he cannot think it safe to trouble us with so much talk.  Ter. 
'Tis a strange melancholy hath possessed him.  King. 
Calisto!  Ter. 
Your Majesty's Creature: I'll wait upon you.  Lus. 
He called for Calisto:  Exeunt King, Juliana, Terraefilius. 
Did you observe? I like it not.  Mal. 
Your fears are now too busy: if the King use him for other than a Jester, ne'er trust my Policy.  Lus. 
Let's have a care, for favour makes men bolder:  
I would be loath he caper over my shoulder.  Exeunt.  

Scoena Secunda.  Livia, Frangypane, Terraefilius, Juliana. Liv. 
ARe you oft troubled with these Poetical fits?  Fran. 
Fairest of Ladies, did you never know it,  
How in a dream I was ordained a Poet?  Liv. 
Not I, my Lord.  Fran. 
Then listen pray, the story strait will follow:  
Being one night drunk, and dreaming of Apollo,  
That Rhyming god, I in a rapture fell,  
Which made my Buttons crack, my Body swell;  
And in Poetic fury by exclaims,  
I called the Muses by their proper names:  
The Furies all, 'tis truth that I do tell ye,  
I strait did feel to rumble in my Belly;  
Furies within, the Muses nine without me;  
You may imagine how I laid about me.  
Out-thundring Jove, with fancies that I stole,  
And frighted Phoebus with an Hyperbole  
Which was too high for to be understood,  
Or of myself or him: but sure 'twas good;  
For suddenly, as I do think, did follow  
My Installation by the god Apollo;  
Who risen resplendently from off his seat,  
With such a vast illuminary heat,  
As put me something in a sweat.  Liv. 
The last Verse wants a foot; lend it a crutch.  Fran. 
No wonder; sure the Verse was at a stand,  
Wanting a foot; for than I used my hand  
To wipe away the sweat from off my face:  
The heat my pardon pleads in such a case.  Liv. 
And justly too: me thinks you still are hot:  
Put not your Muse unto so hard a task:  
Pray tell your tale in Prose.  Fran. 
Truly I am none of those  
That knows how to speak in Prose:  
Since my Instalment Verse doth flow  
From me whether I will or no:  
Therefore if you'll hear the story  
In my Language, I am for ye.  Liv. 
So you'll be brief, (my Lord) I am content,  Fran. 
Apollo risen, (as I said before)  
In his right-hand a Cypress Garland bore,  
In's left a Lash, by which he did presage,  
That with my Satyrs I should scourge the Age.  Liv. 
Then you are much Satirical.  Fran. 
I am all the parts of Poesy and love;  
Pray hear me out,  
I'll clear all doubt  
Your Criticisms can object or move.  Liv. 
'Tis pity so brave a Fellow should be fooled by fancy,  
And Valour wedded to such indiscretion.  Fran. 
Silence, Madam, in a Woman  
Is a Virtue, but not common.  Liv. 
Proceed; I am most attentive.  Fran. 
Then Phoebus put the Garland on my head,  
And strait by him my Destiny was read,  
That I should languish much for my first Love:  
But if to me she too unkind did prove,  
Each Lady that did hear a Verse of mine,  
At first should love, but if refused, should pine.  
'Tis you I first affect.  Liv. 
Indeed, my Lord?  Fran. 
Yield love for love.  Liv. 
Oh excellent Poetical Courtship!  Fran. 
Lest your whole Sex do these disasters prove.  Liv. 
Most dire and terrible!  Fran. 
Now if you can affect me, I pray show it  
To him Apollo styled the Cypress Poet.  Liv. 
My Lord, you are all affected.  Fran. 
By all affected, and refused by you,  
Were in my Cypress Wreath to mingle Rue.  Enter Juliana, Terraefilius. Jul. 
How now, my Lord?  
You spend your time in Courtship.  Liv. 
A Poet, Madam, always is in love.  Jul. 
But is't true? I heard that Miracle, and wanted faith.  Liv. 
Most true: he can both seign and rhyme.  Jul. 
I thought his Lordship had scarce wit to be guilty of such a folly. Calisto, what think you? doth not his face betray him for a Lord?  Ter. 
More than a Poet, Madam: for me thinks he wants much of their crabbedness in his countenance: he looks not as if he had lately contracted his brows in a Pursenet for a Conceit: besides, his Hair grows thick upon the Temples; which Poets still tug off, with pumping for inventions.  Liv. 
But his are free; his Verse all unconstrained:  
For he hath quite forgot his Mother-tongue,  
And Metre flows more plentifully from  
His lips, than Claret from a Conduit-pipe  
At a Coronation.  Jul. 
Sure he's inspired, Livia: he was wont  
To be content with Prose, altho' it came  
A little short of sense.  Liv. 
Indeed he used a Martial bluntness, Madam:  
But give him still his due, he was a Soldier.  Jul. 
Sure the Wench loves him.  Liv. 
Your Highness is deceived; 'tis he loves me;  
And yet I pity him, that for my sake  
He should incur so great a Lunacy.  Jul. 
As love? is that a madness?  Liv. 
Ofttimes itself: but in a Martial Scull,  
And joined with Poetry, a double Lunacy.  Ter. 
See how his Muse labours! he stands as if he were  
Casting Figures, or conjuring for Verses.  Fran. 
Hieroglyphic love, that with Geometrical are,  
Takes the dimension of each Triangle heart.  Ter. 
Those words lay hard upon his Stomach.  Jul. 
They were bad of digestion towards bedtime:  
Ha', ha', ha'! he turns: his eyes are fixed on Livia.  Ter. 
He'd make a gallant Setter.  Jul. 
A pretty Puppy for a Ladies Lap.  Fran. Frangypane sings. 
Is it your Nature, Lady, or your Will,  
That makes you cruel still?  Liv. 
My Will.  Ter. 
He varies too much his humour to be made  Fran. Frangypane sings. 
Will you be then 'gainst Reason still unkind;  
And count my Passion Wind?  Liv. 
Wind.  Jul. 
Well sung echo.  Fran. Frangypane sings. 
Wind is but Air, and with a puff is paid:  
Will you still live a Maid?  Liv. 
A Maid.  Fran. 
Then by this puff of scorn you have betrayed  
Your Sex to ruin: had you my love cherished,  
You had been safe, and none of them had perished.  Exit. Ter. 
He can veil out of Tune.  Jul. 
But not in Prose.  
This Fellow's humour might become the Stage  
Exceeding well, but that it would be thought.  
Too much extravagant. To what a height  
Of madness may fancy bear a man!  Liv. 
Madam, you missed the best; I had the whole  
Relation of his Instalment.  Jul. 
Come in, and tell the story; such harmless mirth  
Best pleases: I shall be mindful of my Brother's  
Business; he gives you a noble character.  Exeunt Jul. Liv. Ter. 
Ever a Slave unto your Virtues, Madam:  
I would I were your Master! Rebellious  
Thoughts, how dare ye assume a voice to give  
Yourselves a sound articulate? Die, die,  
And with you perish all my fonder hopes,  
Grounded upon ambitious Policy.  
My honest thoughts, keep guard upon my heart;  
For love doth seek to undermine the fort,  
And so betray me to ingratitude.  
Still the infection seizes on my heart;  
Love like a Poison spreads its Leprosy;  
Which will too soon I fear corrupt my soul,  
For it already doth my thoughts control.  Exit.  

Scoena Tertia.  King, Lussurio, Malcigno, Terraefilius. King. 
THat was Calisto sure that parted hence?  Lus. 
It was, an like your Majesty.  King. 
Send him to us, and be you diligent  
In keeping watch the while for our safety.  Lus. 
We shall, Sir: I like not this familiarity,  
Brother, we must rid us of this fear.  Mal. 
We'll find occasions to disgrace him, fear not:  
But to our task.  Exeunt. King. 
My safety bids me try him ere I trust:  
For I perceive him of a subtler mould  
Than all my other Servitors. He's fit  
(If I sinned him honest) to be trusted  
In the full management of those affairs  
Nearest concern us; our proper safety;  
And next, the peace and welfare of the State:  
Both which are threatened by the Prince; a Son  
In Title, in Duty a mere stranger:  
Where I should love, there I have cause to fear;  
But what I want in Son, I have in Heir:  
Yet he shall stay his time, maugre his spirit;  
'Tis just his Father die before he inherit.  
Calisto!  Enter Terraefilius. Ter. 
My Liege.  King. 
You promised us when last we did discourse,  
To give us your opinion of our Son:  
We have given you time to recollect your knowledge;  
Therefore speak.  Ter. 
Sir, your request is of so deep concern,  
And I so little in his nature versed,  
I never durst have undertaken the task, which to dispute  
Had not your dread Commands  
Were impudence in me) constrained me to't.  King. 
We like your honest caution; speak your  
Thoughts freely.  Ter. 
You give a Noble freedom, which I'll use  
As best becomes a subject that speaks truth.  
You have a Son so full of Piety,  
So enriched with Wisdom, Valour, indeed all  
Those Virtues which adorn a Noble Prince,  
Or Kings may hope for in their Successors,  
To make their Kingdom happy.  Aside. King. 
Is this through ignorance or love? I'll sound him:  
Calisto, thou dost flatter him, basely  
Belie his Vices: believe it, he's more proud  
Than Lucifer; in Ambition greater  
Than the Giants that threatened Heaven:  
For Cruelty, no Tigers equal him;  
He wears a bloody mantle o'er his thoughts,  
And underneath obscurely lie involved  
The darkest Policies Hell e'er contrived.  
He well may term himself the scourge o' th' Gods;  
For he's his Father's terror, his disquiet:  
How can I be a King, and fear? Can Nature  
On my Prerogative so far prevail,  
To make me live in bondage to a Son?  Ter. Aside. 
He's much incensed: Policy bids comply.  
I see your Majesty's much better read  
In the obscure Volume of the Prince's heart  
Then I; in which appears such gentle mildness,  
So intermixed with duty to yourself,  
As might deceive a wiser man then I.  King. Aside. 
This Fellow's honest sure.  
All's but Hypocrisy, and mere Deceit;  
Rebellion still hath worn Religion's Cloak:  
Worst Acts are faced with Piety. Believe't,  
Policy hath taught the Prince first what to seem,  
Than what to be: but I know all his haunts;  
There's not a corner of his heart lies hid  
From my discovery: his secret Plots  
Appear as plain as the unclouded Sun  
In the Meridian.  Ter. 
How men may be abused! I do protest  
The World believeth him a Miracle  
Of Virtue, and thence erect a pity  
To his Person: some are so bold to term  
You cruel, others unjust unto his worth;  
Which is by all admired: I cannot blame  
Your Majesty to fear, though much I grieve  
You should have cause of fear; especially  
From him, whereon your Kingdom doth erect:  
Such hopes: but your Majesty is wise.  King. 
We will begin to be so: now thou perceivest  
Our injuries.  Ter. 
With too much grief.  King. 
Honest Calisto, thou shalt share our bosom:  
We intent this night for to secure the Prince.  Ter. 
Your Majesty's a miracle of Wisdom.  King. 
We have intelligence he is to sup  
With the Duke of Calabria to night;  
A notable Favourer of his faction.  Ter. 
Heaven I hope favours your Majesty,  
And then you need not fear.  King. 
Fear (Calisto) shall henceforth lose her Name;  
'Tis Action now that must secure us.  Ter. 
You are an Oracle unto yourself,  
And need no second counsel.  King. 
It is not safe to struck a Lion's Whelp  
Whence once he doth begin to find his strength;  
Much less to trust so popular a Prince,  
Moulded by War to every act of Blood,  
With liberty, and all the people's hearts.  
Those Princes by a Politic compass steer,  
Who still secure what they have cause to fear.  Exit. Ter. 
So, I'm a Favourite already: sure  
The Air o' th' Court's unwholesome, and infects,  
I could not else so soon become a Knave;  
Nay worse, a Traitor to my Prince's trust;  
And if that worse may be, ungrateful too  
To a man that raised me from the dust, from whence  
He snatched me up to plant me in his breast:  
And for this good must I now cut his throat?  
The time requires it: Pox on Machiavelli,  
I had been honest had I ne'er read thee:  
But now the Devil chalks me out a way  
To be a King, my Virtue can't resist  
So rich a bait: Ambition whispers me;  
How near were Terraefilius to a Throne,  
Can he but make the Princess once his own!  Exit.  

Scoena Quarta.  Clariana, Prince, Duke. Clar. 
What haste you make away!  Prince. 
Business calls loud upon me.  Clar. 
Nay, use your pleasure, Sir, since I am grown  
So great a burden to your thoughts: you seem  
Distasted with my company, which used  
To be so pleasing, (at least you made me  
Think so) Melancholy durst not approach  
Your heart whilst you possessed it.  Prince. 
'Tis still as grateful; and, Clariana,  
More precious to my soul then ever.  
I must ' confess some melancholy thoughts  
Perplex my mind, and raise disturbances  
Within my soul, I know no reason for't.  
I never yet (to my remembrance)  
Surprised was with such a sudden fear:  
My whole frame shakes, as if my innocent Soul  
Were guilty of some crime she durst not think on.  Clar. 
I feared somewhat relating to myself  
Had raised that stormy weather in your looks:  
I would not willingly through ignorance  
Offend a Person, to whom knowingly  
Love hath not left me power to wish ill.  Prince. 
It is not in thy power to offend;  
But you are too indulgent to your fears:  
Would I could dress my face in such a look  
As might still give assurance of my love,  
And so kill suspicion. Clariana,  
It is the misery of Lovers still  
To fancy or too little, or too much:  
They construe frowns, and misinterpret smiles  
For fears or hopes, as love their fancy guides.  Clar. 
Love knows no reason, therefore is governed  
By appearances: besides, the face is termed  
The Index of the mind, wherein's discerned  
Each passion of the Soul: Gladness and Joy  
Are there enthroned, and circled in with smiles:  
Distaste appears in Frowns; Anger and Rage  
Still shooteth from the eye, and so doth scorn:  
But Melancholy is too bold a Guest,  
Engrossing all these Lodgings to himself.  Prince. 
This were an Art worth studying: had men  
So fair a Book as your face to read it,  
They would outstare Astronomers, and be  
More wakeful than a Nursekeeper that had  
Newly learned to watch with her eyes open.  
The News?—  Enter Messenger. Mess. 
This Letter to your Highness.  Exit. He reads it. Prince. 
What, is he gone?— Oh my Prophetic fear!  Clar. 
How fares my Lord the Prince?  Prince. 
Read, Clariana, read; and tell me then  
If I have cause to grieve: Terraefilius  
Says there the King intends to secure us,  
Immediately to coop and cage me up.  
What then his Parasites may work him to,  
Let all men judge that have a grain of sense.  
Experience doth make me justly fear,  
A Prince's Prison and his Grave are near.  
Alas, poor Clariana! Why dost spend  She weeps. 
Those precious Tears in vain? Preserve them  
To embalm my Hearse: for they are useless now,  
Can they dissolve a Rock of Adamant;  
For the King's heart's a much more hardened substance.  Enter Duke. 
Here comes thy aged Father weeping too,  
As if his Tears held counsel with my fate.  Duke. 
Flee, flee, my Lord! and by escape prevent  
The fury of the King, whose Officers  
Are making down the Street to apprehend you.  Prince. 
Why let them come: my innocence is so  
Secure a Guard, I cannot fear.  Clar. 
Virtue may be by Violence oppressed:  
Oh good my Lord, seek to preserve yourself;  
You do not know the ruin threatens you.  Duke. 
It is no idle fear; there are strange whispers;  
And how far the King's jealousy may work  
Upon him, none but the Gods can tell: we've  
All cause to doubt, since from his love and counsels  
All worthy Souls are banished. You he hath  
Banished too; you, whom he ought to esteem  
The chiefest Pillar to support his State.  
But we have no time for Arguments, my Lord;  
I hear the Officers.  Clar. 
Oh hear me on my knees! Listen to her  
You oft have styled Commandress of your heart;  
She begs you would be kind unto yourself;  
If not unto yourself, unto the State,  
Whose welfare on your safety doth depend.  
If all this cannot move, yet pity me:  
Nay, I'll not rise until you grant my boon.  Prince. 
I can deny thee nothing: Rise.  Clar. 
Oh give me then your safety by your flight!  Duke. 
My Lord, you must not now delay: to horse;  
And with a winged speed let's to Calabria:  
We have all an interest in you, and dare not  
Let you perish.  Prince. 
Your goodness doth o'ercome me: nothing grieves me,  
But thus to part with thee, my Clariana:  
It is an Exile worse than death: but Fate  
Must be obeyed. Farewell.  Exit with Duke. Clar. 
Take all my Prayers, and choicest Wishes with you,  
Whilst I remain at home the woefull'st Maid  
That love ere brought acquainted with mishap.  
But I must dry my eyes, and for a time  
Take truce with grief. Here comes the Officers.  Enter Officers. 
Fortune assist my Lord in his escape,  
And I'll forgive thee all thy treacheries,  
And with a Stoics Patience sustain  
The Prince's absence.  Lus. 
Yonder's the daughter, she's lawful prize:  
I'll seize on her.  Clar. 
How bath my guiltless self offended, that  
You dare commit this Rape? Pray let me know  
My crime: if by Authority you act,  
The Law prescribes no punishment but to  
Offenders.  Lus. 
We are not bound to give account; 'tis the King's  
Pleasure, and as a subject you must obey.  Clar. 
Come, Jailers, lead; I'll use for my defence  
What you could never boast, bright Innocence.  Exeunt.   

ACTUS TERTIUS.  

Scoena Prima.  Terraefilius, Juliana, Livia, Frangypane, Lussurio, Maligno, Valerio. Ter. 
THe Prince his flight was happy 'bove my wish:  
Had he complotted with me my designs,  
He could not more advance them. The fearful King  
(By this convinced of his Disloyalty)  
Hath levied forces to reduce the Prince,  
And named (by my advice) Valerio  
For General. Thus hath my Policy  
At one blow removed a Rival here at  
Home, to promote my interest abroad.  
He'll either overcome the Prince, or die  
I' th' enterprise: I know his Valour well;  
Either will make for me: for both must fall  
Low as the Grave, before I can ascend  
This wished-for Throne, or gain Juliana's love:  
That's the grand wheel whereon my Plots do move.  
See, here she comes! Mirth triumphs in her face:  Enter Juliana, Livia, Frangypane, Lussurio, Maligno. 
She's ignorant her Lover is advanced:  
But I'll observe.  Jul. 
What makes him flee me thus?  Liv. 
For fear, Madam, you should undergo a punishment threatened all our Sex, for my neglect of his good parts.  Jul. 
We'll give this hour to mirth; I'll prosecute the humour.  
Sweet Frangypane, how affable he looks!  Fran. 
This did I still foresee: Pray look not on me,  
Lest a Judgement fall suddenly upon thee.  Ter. 
His rhyme makes him very familiar; fine foolery.  Fran. 
For Phoebus swore an Oath of dreadful awe,  
Soon as the scorn of Livia he saw,  
In such a manner he'd revenge his Poet,  
That all the Sex of womankind should know it:  
For hear, quoth he, thou Cypress Laureate.  Liv. 
Ha', ha', ha'! a Cypress Laurel!  Jul. 
You'll make him forget his Rhyme.  Fran. 
Though we do not intent to alter fate,  
Which has thy love to Livia decreed,  
Her scorn to thee shall make a thousand bleed.  Jul. 
A direful Sentence!  Fran. 
Therefore, O Princess, I this boon implore,  
That you would never look upon me more:  
For though your heart with loves strong fangs were torn,  
Your kindness I must still return with scorn:  
And I perceive, Oh me, she drops her Glove,  
A certain token that she is in love.  All. 
Ha', ha', ha'!  Fran. 
Slaves, how dare ye at a Poet laugh,  
Who can at pleasure Cudgel with a staff  
Of Verses most Satirical your bodies,  
Till you become bald Puppies, arrant Noddies?  Lus. 
Inspire me (Muse;) were it before a Jury,  
I could no longer now contain my Fury:  
Raptures, ye Slaves, within my head do rumble,  
And thus their furious weights upon you tumble.  Lus. 
Oh good Sir! Oh my bones!  He beats Lussurioso. & Mal. Mal. 
Is this basting in Verse, pray?  Fran. 
What, do you gape, and in contempt still stand,  
As if you did divide the Muse's hand?  
Then 'tis convenient, Rascals, that we greet  
Your Bums in measure with Poetic feet.  He kicks them. Lus. Lus. 
Oh Lord, Oh Lord, Sir, what do you mean?  Mal. 
A Pox▪ this is worse than kicking in Prose.  Jul. 
Good Livia take him off; his humour's tedious:  
Should the King come and see his Favourites  
Corrected thus, he'd be displeased.  Liv. 
Sweet Signior Frangypane!  Fran. 
Sweet is the Name, since you do give it voice;  
But sweeter were it, were that Name your choice.  Liv. 
Here 'tis too public to discover love.  Fran. 
I'll wait on you to the adjacent Grove.  Exit with Livia. Ter. 
Pretty foolish pastime this; but I have other Engines working here.  Exit. Jul. 
How do you find your bodies, Gentlemen?  Lus. 
As well as beaten bodies, Madam, sore and bruised:  
Patiented Valour is subject to these corrections.  Mal. 
A Pox upon Poetical feet; especially when they don't run smooth: they gall most damnably, and then they come with such a fury! to be enclosed in a Barrel full of Nails, and rolled down a hill, is no torment to it.  Lus. 
A mere May-game: I shall hate a Poet whilst I live.  Enter Valerio. Jul. 
You must be charitable, and forgive.  Lus. 
Our Patience shall supply that virtue.  Val. 
Gentlemen, the King inquires for you.  Lus. 
He shall not long, if this limping pace will bear us to him.  Val. 
Madam, I'm come to take my latest leave.  Exeunt. Jul. 
Your leave, my Lord?  Val. 
And like an humble Lover, offer on  
The Altar of your hand, my faithfullest Vows.  Jul. 
Are you to go a Voyage?  Val. 
A Pilgrimage to death: for every step  
That contributes to the separation  
Of Valerio from your Princely presence,  
Leads to my grave.  Jul. 
I cannot reach your meaning: if my sight  
Be so necessary an ingredient  
To the composition of your life,  
You may defer the Journey.  Val. 
Although, great Princess, you might much command  
By Love's Prerogative, indeed my life,  
I must not now obey.  Prince. 
You speak in Parables.  Val. 
'Tis easily explained: I now must leave  
Loves gentle Theme, and treat of nought but War:  
The King hath ruined me with Honour, (Madam;)  
Makes me a General of men abroad,  
Whilst my poor heart's at home a Prisoner.  Jul. 
Is this your woeful Pilgrimage to death?  
This your Mishap? Is it the War you fear?  
Hen-hearted Man! where didst thy courage lose?  
Or hadst thou ever any? Valerio.  
Let me not lose the hopes I had in thee,  
To find a Man that's absolute in all,  
Courtly in Peace, and yet more stern in War  
Then Pallas in her Martial-Robes.  Val. 
'Tis not the War, nor all those horrors, (Madam)  
Which are Companions to a Martial life,  
Can move a panic thought: 'Tis to leave you  
That startles me, and lays my Courage waste:  
My heart would better brook to stand a breach  
When Death and Horror both did him me in,  
Then one day bear the burden of your absence.  Jul. 
I must not have you thus effeminate  
In your affections, forsaking Honour  
To content your Eye. What Noble Spirit  
Would for a Mistress' fleeting smiles exchange  
So glorious a Title? King's need not blush  
To wear it! A General comprehends  
All Titles in itself; those glorious Honour's  
Virtue, Valour, or Desert can merit.  
Fortune hath painted you out a copious Field  
To merit what your birth dares not pretend,  
My Love: if you esteem it at the rate  
Your tongue so prodigally hath expressed,  
You'll judge it meriting one generous  
Achievement, as an evidence at least  
To the world my favours were bestowed on Virtue.  Val. 
Enough: your speech hath shot into my breast  
Another soul: I am your Soldier:  
Though I despair of being so fortunate  
To merit what all worth can scarce deserve,  
Your favour, I shall do something, Madam,  
(Encouraged by your smiles) that may appear  
Like merit.  Jul. 
I no ways doubt it: all my discourse  
Was to withdraw you from Love-Lethergie,  
Fondness, and Chamber-courtship. It is poor  
For men to say they love, and give no proof  
Of their affections: I would have you  
Rather by actions then by words subdue.  Exeunt.  

Scoena Secunda.  King, Terraefilius, Valerio, Maligno. Ter. 
YOu must be speedy, Sir, when Treason doth  
Assume so bold a front to show herself  
I' th' open field: Delays are dangerous:  
So many minutes as you let them breathe  
The sweet air of repose, so many men  
You arm against yourself. The People's love  
Unto the Prince (which gives their courage wings  
Soon as they hear him in a settled posture)  
Will move them all to flee unto his aid.  
Traitors like Foxes should be hunted still:  
Though in the chase of every other beast  
The Huntsman gives a Law to save their life,  
He never spares the Fox: th' application's easy.  King. 
Thou art a just Adviser, and dost weigh  
In Wisdoms scale the safety of thy Prince.  
We have too much considered, too little done:  
Our Counsels henceforth shall be dressed in Acts  
Soon as conceived. The Traitors shall no longer  
Triumph by our sloth. How strong are we?  Ter. 
But yet six thousand; most of them compelled,  
Which shows their small affections to their King;  
And how their souls, although their body's pressed  
Unto your service, wish your son Victory:  
I dare not call him Prince, since he forsook  
Allegiance to your Majesty: before,  
He was the very Idol of my soul;  
But when he forsook Virtue, I left him.  King. 
Honest Calisto, we'll find a time to recompense thy love.  Ter. 
If you forget, I'll find a time myself.  Enter Valerio, 
Here comes my Lord Valerio; I beseech  
Your Majesty to hasten his dispatch:  
I can't conceive you safe whilst your General's in Silk.  Val. 
I have used all diligence, yet cannot learn  
With any certainty which way the Prince  
Hath steered his course: two Scouts are new returned  
As ignorant as when I sent them forth.  Ter. 
This falls unleckily; he must be removed,  
Or all the Politic Wheels within this Scull  
Are at a stand.  King. 
What's to be done, Calisto?  Ter. 
Why, let the Army march.  Val. 
But whither?  
The Station of the Prince is yet unknown.  Ter. 
It is impossible!  Val. 
That frown, Calisto, might be spared.  
Please your Majesty a word in private.  Ter. 
All my designs are strangled in their birth.  
A Pox on Fortune, and her Lady Humours:  
Must these dull Brains be useless in extremes,  
When they should be more active than a flame,  
Consume to ashes every obstacle  
That stands between me and my dearest hopes?  King. 
I am convinced; you shall defer your march.  Val. 
It were too much unsafe for me to march  
At any distance from your Majesty:  
For soon as th' Enemy doth hear which way  
I move, they may retain some petty force  
T' allure me on, and keep me there in Play,  
Whilst their main body, nearer your sacred  
Person, may appear to disturb your Peace,  
And terrify your people.  King. 
'Tis true, our own security must first be studied.  Ter. 
What easy Arguments seduce a timorous Prince! I'll follow the stream a while, that I may turn the current with more ease. Maligno, the News?  Enter Maligno hastily. Mal. 
Soft, Sir, 'tis for your Master.  Ter. 
Prithee be less a Statesman: come, reveal.  
To me, dear Comrade, this Nicety?  Mal. 
It must not be purchased with fair words; it is a News beyond the price of Gold. An please your Majesty!  Ter. 
Fie, be not impudent; you see the King is busy with the General. Well, I could tell thee that concerning thy Mistress might deserve a Novelty.  Mal. 
What, of my Livia?  Ter. 
And of another within thy knowledge, to whom she doth more favours than ever City-wife bestowed upon her Husband at midnight, when she had made him Cuckold the day before.  Mal. 
But canst thou give me proof?  Ter. 
Yes, visible proof; and that's the certainest: I think it concerns thee, if thou art so near marriage as rumour gives out.  Mal. 
Dear Calisto, thou'lt oblige me thine; and for the Novelty thus, a Scout is new come in, that brings advice of two thousand men in Arms in Caelabria, headed by the Prince.  Ter. 
Enough; be gone; observe your Mistress well: I'll keep my word: observe Lussurio too; I say no more.  Mal. 
I ever feared that Smock-smelling Rascal: if I had but heart enough to cut his throat, it were some satisfaction; for on my conscience he'd make no resistance: the danger would be, if the sight of his blood should turn my stomach, I shall go near to swoon, or else perfume the Palace: I'll consider on't.  Exit. King. 
Is this intelligence true?  Ter. 
Maligno so affirms: the Scout's arrived,  
And says he saw four thousand men in Arms  
All well appointed; that they did increase  
Their numbers daily. I must spur his fears  
With dangers (though no truths) to hasten Valerio's journey.  Val. 
If you esteem it necessary, Sir,  
I'll march to night, and leave my carriages  
Behind to follow me. I have made choice  
Of Hortensio, if your Majesty  
Think fit, for my Lieutenant.  King. 
He's an honest Soul; so's Frangypane,  
Though somewhat tainted with his Poetry;  
Take him along, the Wars may cure him,  
Or at least wake him from these idle dreams,  
Offspring of ease and love.  Val. 
The War's a Noble School.  Ter. 
For honest Virtuous Souls.  Val. 
You are a man of peace, Calisto; want faith to ward a Bullet.  King. 
He can make War by's brain: but we lose time;  
I'll give you some instructions, and dispatch you:  
Spare not the Traitors, though the chief's our Son,  
But look on them as Rebels to our Throne.  Val. 
I dare not be disloyal.  Exit with the King. Ter. 
Fortune, I adore thee: these tidings came  
Just in the nick of time: when my dull brains  
Were on the rack for some neat stratagem,  
One favourable smile of Madam Chance  
Set all my designs in tune. He removed,  
My prospect levelly to the Princess lies,  
No obstacle between us save my birth,  
Yet we may mix, for we are both but earth.  Exit.  

Scoena Tertia.  Prince like an Egyptian, Duke disguised, Juliana, Clariana. Duke. 
HAving now brought you to the Palace-gate,  
I must commit you to your Destiny:  
The Army doth expect my swift return.  Prince. 
'Tis time you now were with them: they believe  
You're but retired to your Countryhouse  
To setch them some pecuniary supplies.  
You must continue still the false report  
Of my being gone to head some other Troops  
That lie concealed in a place remote,  
Expecting a fit opportunity  
Upon advantage to disclose themselves;  
For this will raise a terror in the King:  
Still keep their wisest Counsels in suspense,  
That they will be long resolving what to do:  
At worst, they will not dare employ their force  
Against our Army in Calabria,  
For fear our rumoured forces here at home  
Should suddenly the King and Court surprise.  Duke. 
I shall observe all your directions,  
And make a Politic use from time to time  
Of these blanks by your Princely hand subscribed;  
On Terraefilius specially, whom I mistrust.  Prince. 
Let not your Zeal, my Lord, so injure him;  
YE are both my friends; yet Terraefilius  
Is of so dear concern unto my Soul,  
I sooner should mistrust myself then him.  
Nature hath moulded all his faculties,  
As if she intended him fair Virtue's Shrine:  
And Education hath so strengthened  
Those Natural Seeds of Honesty, that  
In spite of Envy they must ever flourish.  Duke. 
I wish your confidence meet no deceit;  
Your Nature is too Noble to mistrust:  
But if his intimacy with the King  
You'd justly weigh in Reasons equal Scale,  
And how since his endearment the old King's  
Ill-grounded Hatred to yourself's increased,  
'Twere worthy a suspicion.  Prince. 
Well, I am content to try his Loyalty.  Duke. 
I wish you find all false: however, you'll be  
Near enough to dive into his Policy.  Enter Juliana, Clariana. Prince. 
No more; here comes my Clariana, and  
My Sister: I hope I'm far from knowledge.  
Now, my Lord, we must but sigh a parting wish,  
And separate.  Duke. 
Wishing your Highness' safety, I am gone:  
I hope to meet you next time on your Throne.  Prince. 
Not whilst my Father lives: for I would prove  
Not Heir unto his Kingdom, but his Love.  Exit Duke. Jul. 
I am glad however my Brother is escaped,  
Since that the King designed him for a Prison.  Clar. 
Such a restraint his Spirit could ne'er brook;  
His Noble Soul would scorn to be confined,  
And grown intemperate with injuries,  
Might have exposed his body unto some  
Contagious and Pestilential Fever,  
Or more distractive Melancholy killed him.  Jul. 
So may the Wars: thou hast not named my fear,  
Which was the secret murder of the Prince;  
My credulous Father's nature being apt  
By bloody Villains to be worked upon.  
But now my Brother hath a spacious field  
To justify his innocence, or die  
In the Bed of Honour.  Clar. 
Die! dear Madam: that word's destructive to us all.  Jul. 
He was not born immortal, Clariana:  
We all must die: Death is to none a shame,  
But those whose vicious lives do merit blame.  Prince. 
I honour thy bravery of spirit:  
My Clariana's more effeminate,  
Fit for loves Dulcet charms; yet is her Soul  
With Virtues much enriched, though Pity most  
Within her Breast her Excellence may boast.  He goes to them. 
Hail, gentle Ladies, you both are  
Much less fortunate than fair:  
I read a sorrow on your brow,  
And by a secret knowledge know  
The true cause of all your woe.  Clar. 
What's this? a Soothsayer?  Jul. 
One that pretends to Augury it seems: I'll try his Art.  Takes her by the hand. Prince. 
Sacred Madam, as you stand,  
This appears a Princess hand:  
Mars and Venus do conjoin  
Here within this amorous Line;  
By which Art doth make us know,  
You affect Valerio.  Jul. 
A strange knowledge, Clariana!  Clar. 
It amazes me.  Jul. 
Pray proceed.  Prince. 
By this Triangle, Mars his square,  
He should now be gone to th' War;  
And by this same Line of Life,  
You may live to be his Wife.  
Though he be gone with bloody mind,  
He shall ne'er your Brother find:  
His aim is War, Blood his intent,  
Yet in his soul he's innocent.  Jul. 
Stranger still!  Prince. 
In your ear, Madam, by the way,  
One thing I have more to say:  
'Tis in your power to command,  
And withhold Valerio's hand:  
Use your interest; do this good,  
Save your Lover, and much blood;  
Else on you will lie the guilt  
Of all the blood that's to be spilt.  Clar. 
Take his counsel, Madam: for sure his Art's  
Divine, and he by th' Gods from Heaven sent  
Our dangers to foretell, our griefs prevent.  Jul. 
Most learned Sir, let us entreat your stay,  
That we may yield just Honours to your Art.  Prince. 
Madam, you shall command it.  Jul. 
You honour us, whilst we enjoy your skill;  
We're careless of our fate, and fear no ill.  Exeunt.  

Scoena Quarta.  Terraefilius, Lussurio, Maligno, Prince, Clariana. Tor. 
'Tis as I tell thee: she loves thee dearly; dotes on thee almost to death.  Lus. 
Dear Calisto, may I credit this? Livia love me!  Ter. 
Thou art the very Idol of her soul;  
Her Titular Saint. As I was walking  
Two hours since behind the Mirtle-Grove  
Under a Cypress Tree, I Livia spied  
In such a posture, as I soon did guests  
Love was the cause of her retirement.  
Which moved my curiosity to draw  
Nearer, where, undiscerned, I overheard  
Her thus complain unto herself: Livia,  
How hard's thy fate, to be beloved by one  
Unworthy of thy love; and to affect  
Lussurio, dear Lussurio! With which  
Her tears so plentifully flowed, they stopped  
A while her Speech, but taking truce with grief.  Lus. 
What followed then, my dear Calisto?  Ter. 
She said, I must devise some way to let him know I love, and how withal I hate Maligno; betwixt whom and me, Nature hath placed such an Antipathy, I cannot live till he's destroyed, and by Lussurio.  Lus. 
I would I had the heart, I'd do it strait, and merit her.  Ter. 
'Tis a strange longing, Sir! but women's appetites are very exorbitant, especially when they're in love.  Lus. 
It is her longing moves me.  Ter. 
Nay, you're obliged in conscience, since she loves you, and hateth for your sake Maligno thus.  Lus. 
Nay, I'd do it willingly but for two rubs; the danger, Calisto, and a certain natural aversion from spilling humane blood.  Ter. 
'Tis considerable: but my life's at your service. Here he comes: observe that frown, and neglect not this opportunity to see your Mistress.  Lus. 
Ha', ha', ha'! He hath received but a frothy entertainment.  Mal. 
How merry the Slave is!  Exit. Ter. 
Hath he not cause, that triumphs in his Mistress' favours? He hath wearied me with amorous passages: were I as you, I would not bear the affront.  Mal. 
Were I confirmed, you promised visible proof.  Ter. 
Well remembered; make haste; you'll find them now together: you soon may guests what men and women do in private.  Mal. 
If I find him there, he dies.  Exit. Ter. 
Yes, fifty odd years hence. Although these Slaves  
Want Policy to dive in my designs,  
Envy may make them vigilant to mark  
My actions. Malice many times gives Wit;  
I therefore thought it Wisdom to create  
This difference, to keep them so employed  
In countermining of each others love,  
That all my actions might pass unobserved.  
But here comes Clariana with the Moor:  
I must obscure.  Enter Prince, Clariana. Clar. 
Now we're in private, I must claim your promise.  Prince. 
Past passages I'll first relate,  
And thence the future calculate:  
've loved, and been beloved long since,  
By this same Kingdom's Heir, a Prince.  Ter. 
Say you so? I'll listen nearer.  Prince. 
Whose virtues are his crimes; the love  
The people bear him, some fears move  
Within his father's breast: but he  
Can't be guilty of disloyalty.  Clar. 
Your speech is Oracle: let me entreat  
The Issues of our love.  Prince. 
By the influence of your Stars,  
Nought should threaten it but Wars;  
Yet in this Ascendent-line,  
Venus doth so swiftly join  
The God of War, that you may prove  
Most happy in the Prince his love.  Clar. 
Can you not be more positive, and tell  
Each accident that shall befall our loves?  Prince. 
'Tis not in the power of Art,  
Such high secrets to impart:  
For tho' we read within the Skies,  
Heavens dark-hidden mysteries,  
They're so obscurely there expressed,  
That by most they are but guest.  
If I may judge by what's revealed,  
And that the Stars have nought concealed,  
Then this I boldly dare foretell,  
Your loves will happy prove, all well.  Ter. 
A pretty equivocating Prophet.  Clar. 
May all the Gods say, Amen, to your prediction  
Can you but tell me where he now resides,  
At your own rate I would the secret buy.  Prince. 
I cannot by the Stars: for your desire  
Would too much time and study both require:  
Yet am I not so unskilful in my Art,  
But that in a short space I could impart  
A larger knowledge, and by Magic power  
Transport the Prince i' th' compass of an hour  
From his concealed abode: but that would wrong  
Too much his peace; the other way's too long.  Ter. 
A strange Promiser! yet I have heard that  
Magic hath raised dead men from the Grave.  Clar. 
Besides my thanks, as an acknowledgement  
Of your high learning, and so famed deserts,  
I do beseech you wear this Jewel.  Prince. 
As Virtue's badge upon my breast,  
May fortune make you ever blessed.  Exit Clariana. Ter. 
A notable cunning Rascal! he may be useful in my design upon the Prince's love: so the plot is formed, I'll but confirm my faith by certain questions of the particulars of my actions past, and strait employ him.  Ter. 
Hail, reverend Sir!  Prince. 
The Stars protect you, what's your will?  Ter. 
With what a state he nods! I am informed  
That by laborious and unwearied study,  
You have obtained the sacred skill  
Of Divination, and telling all futurities.  Prince. 
Your information hath not wronged you, Sir.  Ter. 
Might I assume the boldness to desire  
You would inform me of some passages  
That nearly do concern me, and how therein  
I ought myself comport for to avoid  
The perils of my fate, I should  
Be bountiful in my acknowledgements.  Prince. 
Lends your hand:  

If every circle be well scanned  
Within the Tablet of your hand,  
It doth most evidently show,  
You to a Prince's bounty own  
All that you are.   Ter. 
The Devil's in his tongue sure, or near it, to inform him.  Prince. 
You seem amazed,  
But your wonder will be raised,  
When unto you I do realte  
How almost from a starving state  
You were advanced to this height:  
Pray then do your Advancer right;  
Plead well his cause, to him be just,  
Or you will soon return to dust.  Exit. Ter. 
His knowledge startles me, and more in this  
Then all he hath declared: these secrets  
Were only known unto the Prince and me.  
H'hath a strange Genius! I must make him mine:  
If Gold or Promises have power to work  
Upon his dark-complexioned face,  
I'll him corrupt: none ere resisted Gold;  
'Twould purchase Heaven, were it to be sold.  
I'll find him out.  Exit.  

Scoena Quinta.  Lussurio, Livia, Maligno. Luss. 
DEnials are all vain, they must not pass for currant; I am too well assured both of your love to me, and hatred to Maligno.  Liv. 
The last was well guest of a blind Prophet: but how I should love you, when, or for what, are all without my memory.  Lus. 
Your Modesty bars confession, but in your looks I plainly read your heart: do you remember the Mirtle-Grove? Oh Lussurio, dear Lussurio!  Liv. 
Is the Fool mad?  Lus. 
I must devise some way to let him know I love: Do you remember this?  Liv. 
What should this mean?  Lus. 
Some sparks of affection, Lady, which not stifled would break into a flame. To be plain, your love to me was overheard; and I being full of pity, loath that so fair a creature should pine for me, am come to make a tender of my person.  Liv. 
Some Wag hath worked upon his easy faith,  
Intending to make sport, which I'll not hinder:  
I love wit a life; there is no pleasure  
Comparable to making fools. Ha', ha', ha'!  Enter Mal. 
Yonder's Maligno too: I spy him peeping:  
If I don't play my part, I am no woman. Oh ho!  Lus. 
Did not I tell you this? you must conceal  
Your love: alas, poor soul, she swoons. Dear Livia!  Feigns to swoon. Mal. 
See, she's within his arms: how the Slave hugs her!  Liv. 
Oh Lussurio!  Lus. 
Madam, I am here, I am here to serve you, love you, any thing you shall command.  Liv. 
If you love me, fight Maligno; he's the man I hate.  Lus. 
Let me receive a warrant from your lips, and through seas of blood I'll swim to the performance of your will.  Mal. 
Oh the Devil, how he slavers her! Would my eyes were Basilisks, to look him dead.  Liv. 
I hope you'll make a noble use of this discovery: for had you not overheard my love, it should have quite consumed my heart; but since so unexpectedly you come to know it, dissimulation's vain. So I commit Maligno to your fury.  Lussurio shakes her by the hand. Mal. 
What a lecherous gripe was there! Would this Blade were in thy Guts to cool thee: If wishes could destroy, or curses kill, I'd be revenged of all my enemies.  Lus. 
Account him dead: he is so base a Coward, I'll use no other Weapon than my looks.  Liv. 
God-a-mercy Fear: he dares not look upon a sword: Ha', ha', ha'! what a rare Duel will these Herculean spirits make! I shall guests your love by your sudden execution.  Exit Livia behind the Scoene. Lus. 
Thunder destroys not quicker than my rage: He comes! Ha', ha', ha'!  Mal. 
You're very pleasant, Sir: fools laugh at shadows.  Lus. 
If I laugh, I have cause: so wise men laugh at fools. You saw Livia here, a pretty Maid, and of a handsome fortune.  Mal. 
And what of her? did she tickle your spleen?  Liv. 
Perhaps all men are not of the same complexion: I may be worth her smiles, whilst others seem toads in her eyes.  Mal. 
I seem a Toad?  Lus. 
Basto, I've said.  Mal. 
Enough to consume thee, Scondrel.  Lus. 
Ha', ha', ha'! sure now they'll draw.  Mal. 
But that I scorn to slain my sword in blood So base, I'd spit thee for this injury.  Lus. 
I wear Steel, Maligno; and in a cause like this, Wherein my love to Livia is concerned.  Mal. 
Thy love to Livia, Slave?  Lus. 
Yes, and her love to me.  Liv. 
Now they'll fight, or never.  Mal. 
I can no longer: Draw!  Lus. 
But that you know I lately breathed a vein,  
You durst as well wade through the Ocean  
As breathe that sound.  Mal. 
Can I but spy a lose seam! for if I kill him not outright, he'll gasp with such an horrid countenance, it will disturb my dreams a twelvemonth after. I say, Defend thyself.  Lus. 
This is dishonourable, and base, to make a pass at a naked man.  Mal. 
Draw then! I'm resolved.  Lus. 
I'll suck thy soul through a Tobacco-pipe, and blow thee with a breath to the Infernal Lake.  Mal. 
How the Rogue quakes! he dares not look upon a sword, and I dare as well be hanged as use one.  Livia comes out. Liv. 
Now Champion, perform bravely my command.  Lus. 
I am engaged: she will not have the heart to see me bleed.  Draws. Mal. 
How's this? He draws.  Lus. 
I'll make thee a bleeding sacrifice to this Lady's wrath.  Mal. 
He has courage too: Love hath conjured up his Valour sure: I am the same in love and hatred, a Coward still; but rather than lose her thus, I'll wink; for fight so, I shall not see my danger.  
Come on!  Being both ready to make a pass, Music sounds for the King's entrance. Lus. 
Sa, sa.  Mal. 
Make way for the King; bear back there.  Lus. 
‛ Void the Room; the King's a coming.  Liv. 
Any excuse serves Cowards: this Jest shall to the Princess.  Exit.  

Scoena Sexta.  King, Terraefilius, Prince, Lussurio, Maligno. King. 
YOu are all dull and negligent, or else  
It were impossible a Traitor should  
Lie thus concealed within our Territories.  Ter. 
Upon my life 'tis but an idle fear,  
A vain report spread by the Enemy,  
To discompose your Council, and suspend  
The execution of your just revenge.  King. 
It cannot be: by Letters from the Camp  
We have received assured intelligence  
Our Son's not there, and that the Duke commands  
As General.  Ter. 
The last may be: but that your son's not there,  
My faith cannot digest: It is too gross.  
Please but your Majesty a little weigh  
In Reason's balance every circumstance,  
You'll soon perceive th' impossibility  
Of the Princes lying hid, at the least  
With any power, either capable  
To disturb your peace, or awake your fears.  
An Army's not covered with a Bushel,  
Nor circumscribed i' th' compass of a Cave:  
Might I be worthy to advise you, Sir,  
Your Army should all march: for that small part  
The General did take with him along,  
At best can only keep your Foes in play,  
Not conquer them. 'Tis good, Sir, to make sure:  
Whilst Treason breathes, no Prince can be secure.  King. 
We will consider on't.  Enter Prince. Ter. 
Let me offer one consideration more.  Lus. 
This Magician can resolve me whether my love shall be successful. See! Malignoes at it: May Saturn and Diana have been in Conjunction at thy Nativity, and just in Opposition to Venus, to cross thy affections.  Prince. 
Saturn doth so much command  
Within the tablet of your hand,  
And crosses every Planet so,  
You should be Knaeve and Coward too.  Lus. 
Ha', ha', ha'! his nature to an inch.  Mal. 
'Tis rather thine: the Devil always lies.  Prince. 
If that Rule hold, you should be Satan's Ape.  Lus. 
'Sfoot, a rare Fellow! how he jeers him! Prithee will't tell my fortune, and whether I shall thrive in Livia's love?  Mal. 
Good dark-complexioned Sir, satisfy his curiosity: He hath a great fancy to marriage, that goes to the Devil for a Wife.  Prince. 
Lend me your Paw, I must be just;  
You are too much inclined to Lust;  
Envious, Malicious, Coward, want  
No Vice becomes a Sycophant:  
Livia 's not to be thy Wife,  
Until thou dost amend thy Life.  Lus. 
The Devil's turned Friar, I think, and gives instruction.  Mal. 
Doth truth gall you? Ha', ha'! his nature to an inch.  King. 
Is he so great a Master in his Art?  Ter. 
Your Majesty would wonder at his skill:  
His constant study, and deep-diving Brain,  
Have plunged into the subtleties of Art,  
And searched the bottom of Astronomy;  
By which his knowledge is so far improved,  
That by a speculation in the Stars,  
And other Planets that do govern us,  
He's able to foretell our fate; and as  
A proof of his undoubted skill, although  
A stranger to this State and us, he can  
Unfold the secret actions of our life.  King. 
We'll find a time to talk with him about Our near concerns.  Ter. 
Shall I present him to your Majesty?  King. 
Not now; we're indisposed: bring him In private to us.  Ter. 
I shall, my Liege: Please you to honour him With your hand in passing by.  King. 
Present him to us.  Ter. 
I've given you a high character to the King, Who is disposed to honour you.  Prince. 
You're most obliging.  He presents him to kiss his hand. King. 
Your worth is known to us already, Sir:  
We shortly shall consult your best advice  
Concerning some passages of our life.  Prince. 
Your Majesty's commands will honour me.  King. 
Bring him some two hours hence unto our Cabinet. Maligno! Lussurio!  Exit. Lus. 
So, we are called upon again; a good Omen we are not out of favour.  Mal. 
Since 'tis so well, let's shake hands, Brother, and plot together whilst we enjoy the King's smiles, against Calisto: The Upstart is falsehearted.  Lus. 
Tho' we are not perfect friends, we'll join against the common enemy.  Mal. 
Content. We'll wrangle like City-Atturneys at Love's Bar, and join like Brothers in Calisto's ruin.  Exeunt. Ter. 
And if your Art with th' Princess doth prevail,  
As she is superstitious enough  
For to be wrought (and with much ease) into  
A firm belief the Gods decree her mine,  
I'll make thee richer than thou'lt wish thyself.  Prince. 
You shall command my Art. But, Sir, me thinks  
If you had made the motion first, and tried  
Her pulse, how to your Person she's inclined,  
It had not been improper.  Ter. 
I have; but find her more averse unto  
My ends then Anchorites to Lust: she vowed  
That I appeared more loathsome to her eyes  
Then a swollen Toad, that betwixt things in Nature  
Most opposed, there could not be found the like  
Antipathy. By Courtship I despair  
T' obtain her love, unless that mine be gilded  
With some feigned Piety, as a command  
Fro' th' Gods, or by affirming that  
This Match will work a Peace betwixt her Brother  
And the King: for she'll swallow any thing  
From you, though never so ridiculous;  
Her faith is so confirmed by your Art.  Prince. 
Sir, this appears too circular a course;  
You wheel too much about: would you give way,  
And free me by your Power from the Law,  
By Magic Art I could compound a charm,  
Which soon as tasted should procure love.  Ter. 
Couldst thou do this, thou wouldst enslave me to thee.  Prince. 
Rely on me: within this hour call for't.  Ter. 
Perform, and I will have thee Deified,  
Then worship thee myself.  Exit. Prince. 
Confide in me.— Ungrateful Villain!  
Since thou hast thus deceived my trust, I will  
Despair to find an honest man. Through the  
Small Pilgrimage of my life I ve made search,  
And before this could never meet a man  
Whom I could think worthy to share my heart:  
This I have trusted with my secret sins,  
Tried with all baits that might corrupt a Knave,  
As Honour, Riches, Opportunity,  
And still I found him honest; no Ambition,  
No Deceit, no Falsehood, no Flattery  
Can I ere perceive: Yet I watched him near,  
And on a sudden to have his heart beget  
So proud a thought as marrying my sister,  
Appears a miracle in Nature: sure  
The Court spreads a corruption through each soul  
Sucks in that poisonous Air: But in this shape  
I'll dive into his soul, and thence extract  
Each hellish thought his brain doth hammer out:  
For I do calculate by his discourse,  
Some dark Designs lie hid within his breast.  
I'll play the Midwife, give his Projects birth,  
Which I'll transmute to Air, but him to Earth.  Exit.   

ACTUS QUARTUS.  

Scoena Prima.  Pistols discbarged within. Enter Frangypane driving balf a score before him,— Valerio, Hortensio. Fran. 
SLaves, my Livia strait restore,  
Or I will swim in bloody gore  
Unto her rescue.  Guard. 
Arm, Arm!  Within. 
Arm, Arm!  Fran. 
Give to the Duke's Tent an alarm.  
I'll cut my way unto the place  
Where you in bondage and disgrace  
My Livia keep: I'll set her free:  
My Sword shall give her Liberty.  Val. 
What hath the Madman done! h'as lost himself,  Enter Valerio, Hortensio, with their swords drawn. 
And desperately engaged our ruin too:  
This comes of foolish Jests: we must make sport  
With Madmen! A Plague upon the brain that  
Did contrive the Letter.  Hor. 
None would have thought him such a Madman, as to engage his personal Valour amongst thousands, upon a bare suggestion that his Mistress was taken Prisoner.  Val. 
To what folly will not love engage men!  
But let him perish, and the fool die with him,  
So we are safe. Should th' enemy but know▪  
How small a strength we are, alarmed by  
This fool, their roused Valours might pursue us  
TO our very Tents, and there devour us  
Before the body of our Army come.  Hor. 
Your Excellence saith true: one desperate sool  
May more injure a well-ordered Camp, than  
Then Valours of a thousand can repair.  
Yet it is pity he should perish thus:  
The Alarm still continues: I believe  
He is not yet destroyed; would your Excellence  
Give way, I would endeavour with a Troop—  Val. 
We mayn't engage so many lives upon  
So desperate a design. Go rally up  
Our Troops, and let them take th' advantage of  
The field. Draw them up in such a figure  
As may best offend their enemies, and  
Defend themselves. The Duke perhaps seeing  
Our willingness to take the field, will judge  
Us Masters of more strength i' th' Town.  Hor. 
Your Orders shall be punctually observed.  Exit. Val. 
For public safety having taken care,  
I may bemoan my Cousins severe fate,  
Whose soul though tainted much with Poesy,  
And more enslaved to love, was of a strain  
Noble, and valiant like his Ancestors:  
So many Virtues did adorn his mind,  
As for one folly may well pleads excuse.  
All Great men, are not Statesmen; and if he  
Did want some judgement to control his wit,  
Envy herself will say his bloody fate  
Did buy our Pastime at too dear a rate.  Exit.  

Scoena Secunda.  Duke, Captain. Duke. 
DId none second him?  Capt. 
None.  
His single courage did disarm our Guards;  
Which having put to flight more by surprise  
Then a judicious Valour, he boldly  
Fronted our whole Army, and bade restore  
His Livia: whereat we stood amazed,  
Whilst he (as if some Fury had possessed  
His Arm) broke through our Troops, where like  
A God of War he cut his way:  
For all our faculties were so employed  
In admiration of the bold attempt,  
We let ourselves be slain; until a Fellow  
Of a duller soul, and quite uncapable  
Of admiration, shot him through the head.  Duke. 
'Twas pity so much Valour should be wed▪  
To so much indiscretion: did he die  
Immediately upon the Wound?  Capt. 
No, my Lord:  
Having with sighs bemoaned his Mistress fate,  
Condemned his Courage, and his Fortune cursed  
For setting of this period to his life  
Before he had his Livia enlarged,  
He did begin to faint, and thereupon  
Two of our skilfullest Surgeons were called  
To sound the Wound: which they so mortal found,  
And him with loss of blood so faint, they judged  
Him dead, as in effect he was, when on  
A sudden, as if another soul were  
Shot into's breast, his cheeks began to wear  
The Livery of Life, and by their scarlet  
Tincture did proclaim that his remaining blood  
Did yet sustain his Vital parts.  Duke. 
When Nature was so strong, could not their Art Preserve him?  Capt. 
It was impossible: for all our hopes  
Were but mere lightnings before his death.  
As you have seen a poor departing snuff  
A while burn dim, and on a sudden blaze,  
Then droop again, then blaze, and quite go out:  
So he would seem almost revived, and vent  
Poetic Raptures of so high a strain,  
As all did judge him in Elysium then.  
In fine, he died our wonder and our grief.  Duke. 
Poor Gentleman! I much condole his fate;  
He doth deserve our pity, not our hate.  
See that his Obsequies be well performed,  
Agreeable unto his Noble Birth.  Capt. 
I shall, my Lord.  Duke. 
And that severest Discipline be kept  
Throughout the Camp; unless the Foe assault,  
Let none presume by any Hostile act  
T' exasperate the Enemy: until  
I do receive instructions from the Prince,  
I would not willingly engage: for they  
Who venture all, should with much caution play.  Exeunt.  

Scoena Tertia.  Terraefilius, Prince, Juliana, Clariana. Ter. 
'tIs in your power to oblige me, Sir,  
And build yourself a fortune: I shall less  
Doubt your performance of our will, because  
Your interest is linked with mine.  Prince. 
Were there no other motive than the Trust  
You do impose upon my faith, it were  
A bond inviolable: but ye are my Lord,  
Patron, indeed the Basis of my fate.  
Judge not my heart, Sir: By this sable Busk,  
I wear my blackest Livery in sight;  
Within, my soul's all innocent and white.  Ter. 
I am confirmed: make but the Princess mine,  
And to thy Art I will erect a Shrine.  Exit. Prince. 
I'm your creature: the whirlpool of his heart  
Is bottomless; I cannot sound the depth;  
Yet I perceive a mass of confused ills  
Lie there upon a heap, expecting a  
Fit time to take their shapes: some deep design  
In Embryon lies, as yet unripe for birth:  
But he's so Politic, that by no means  
Can I obtain the knowledge; yet sometimes  
(As my distrust makes me observe him still)  
He'll speak suspiciously, as if he were  
Ambitious of a Crown, and did aspire  
Beyond my Sister's love, as if he meant  
To raise his fortune upon my descent.  
It must be so: but I'm resolved to try  
How far the bargain's driven 'twixt him and Hell;  
For he's much Devil since he came to Court.  
But here's my sister, she must first be tried,  Enter Juliana, Clariana. 
And so must Clariana too: 'Tis just  
Being once deceived, that I should all distrust.  Jul. 
I did long since suspect my Brother's love  
By is frequent Visits to the Duke, and am  
Much pleased in the discerning choice he made  
In you: for believe me, Clariana,  
I am proud to call your Beauty Sister.  Clar. 
Your expressions, Madam, rather teach me  
What to desire, then show me what I am,  
Ever a servant unto your Excellence.  
The stile of Sister is an Epithet  
My humble birth and fortune dare not hope;  
And yet to doubt it, such a Treason were  
To th' Prince's virtue and integrity,  
I should deserve to perish through despair;  
And whilst I doubt his love, by is hatred die.  Jul. 
Your love's too hard a Riddle to find out:  
You dare not hope, and yet you dare not doubt.  Clar. 
I dare not doubt his love, nor build my hope  
Upon the merit of my own deserts;  
Yet my demerit by his bounty may  
Be elevated to a height: his love's  
Capable to create within my soul  
All those Seraphic Virtues which the Gods  
every the souls of Monarches with. My grief's,  
The world should think my loves to's Title's linked,  
When 'tis his Virtue only charms my soul:  
His Starlike mind's the thing I  upon,  
And superstitiously adore.  Prince. 
With what a Zeal she doth unveil her heart!  
Though I forswore hereafter to confide  
In any Mortal, I can't her distrust.  Jul. 
Grieve not yourself: the world will soon discern:  
Your love's unfeigned, by your so deep concern.  Clar. 
You too much honour me in your belief  
Of my unfeigned love; and as for those  
Whose self-deceit doth teach them to mistrust,  
I shall convince them by my tears; and if  
The Prince (the Gods avert so great an ill!)  
Should meet with a sinister fate, my death  
Shall register to all succeeding time,  
A Woman once did love, and faithfully!  Prince. 

That Miracle would scarcely gain belief:  
Yet if any o' the Sex e'er guilty were  
Of Constancy, this Lady must be she.  
In gen'ral Rules there some exceptions be:  
But I'll accost them.   

Ladies, I wish the Stars may still  
Be propitious to your Will.   Jul. 
Your wishes do deserve our thanks.  Prince. 
Madam, laying my Oracles aside,  
I have a Message to you from a friend  
That loves you more than life: for with his soul  
He'd purchase your affection.  Jul. 
What should this mean? he speaks no canting Language. Proceed, Sir, to his Name.  Prince. 
That secret must not be communicated  
To any but yourself.  Jul. 
This Lady shares my counsels: be bold, and name him.  Prince. 
But first, I must entreat you to resolve  
These two Queries, Whether your heart be still  
Your own, or predisposed unto some secret Love.  Jul. 
Your question's somewhat saucy: to the next.  Prince. 
Pardon, Madam, if I deliver in  
Too blunt a phrase my Embassy: I was  
Not bred an Orator: but I'll proceed.  
If in the Book of Fate it were decreed  
That you must marry the Ungrateful'st Knave,  
The Bloodiest Villain, and most Devil-man,  
Or see the total ruin of your State,  
Your Brother's Martyrdom, your Father's death,  
With the destruction of your Family,  
Which would you first embrace? that Monster Man,  
Or the immediate ruin of your Race?  Jul. 
I had rather hazard all, a thousand ills  
Besides those you have named, then in a thought  
Be guilty of such crimes: the greatest good  
That's purchased with a sin, is too dear bought.  
But I suppose, Sir, that your Queries were  
A mere device to dive into my thoughts:  
Your Art is built on cunning more than truth.  Prince. 
Upon my Life these dangers menace both  
The State and your whole Family, unless  
You marry this same man.  Jul. 
Ha', ha', ha'! he hath a Name.  Prince. 
Do not deride my Art, unless that I  
Employ my utmost power to oppose  
Calisto's fortune: Madam, that's his Name:  
These evils will ensue.  Jul. 
Still more ridiculous!  Clar. 
Was't he we laughed at in the Gallery?  Jul. 
Yes, that formal Coxcomb, that would needs make love to us, hath seeed this Fellow for his Advocate.  Clar. 
Oh do not injure him, his knowing soul  
May hold a strict intelligence with fate.  Jul. 
The Gods are too just t' impose such cruelties.  Prince. Aside. 
My Mistress is of a more easy faith;  
But 'tis her Zeal to Virtue: Superstition  
Is Religions Fool. Madam, you would  
Not be so obstinate, should the Kingdom's  
Safety depend upon your love, to scruple  
Change.  Clar. 
The world should rather perish than I  
Redeem it by Inconstancy.  Prince. 
YE are generous both, Ladies of noble souls;  
I admire you.  Jul. 
Whither will this man?  Prince. 
Since I have found you both such great examples  
In Virtues, generous beyond your Sex,  
I'll put my life into your hands. Know, that  
By th' Prince your Brother I am here employed  
To propagate his Interest in this Court:  
For doubting of Calisto's faith, (as he  
Hath cause: for it is evident that false  
Favourite endeavours on your love, and  
On your Brother's ruin, to build himself  
A fortune) he sent me hither to dive  
Into his soul, which I have done with all  
The policy I could, yet cannot sound  
Its depth. Would but your Highness feign a kind  
Concurrence with his love, (thereby heightened  
In his hopes) he would explain himself.  
Prosperity makes men bold; but joined with love,  
All thoughts of danger it will quite remove:  
Drunk with ambition, he'll his thoughts disclose;  
Grasp at the shadow, and the substance lose.  Jul. 
I would do much to serve my Brother, but  
I'm yet unsatisfied of your commission:  
You may prove some great Impostor, perhaps,  
One of Calisto's creatures, hither come  
To teach me first to feign, and then consent:  
But I'll distrust, and then I shan't repent.  Prince. 
This Ring is my Commission.  Clar. 
You're my Lord the Prince.  She runs to him, and embraces him. Prince. 
Madam, what do you mean?  Clar. 
Do not disguise yourself: you're either he,  
Or else his Murderer: for with that Ring  
He swore he'd never part whilst he had life.  Prince. 
Nor will he, Clariana.  Clar. 
My dearest Lord!  Jul. 
My Princely Brother!  Prince. 
I could divide myself between you two:  
You share my heart and love. But see where comes  
That cursed Calisto to prevent our joys.  Enter Terraefilius. 
Dear Sister, for my sake assume the shape  
Of Love: flatter his credulous ears with  
Sugared hopes, till from the very centre  
Of his heart each secret we extract,  
And punish him according to his fact.  Jul. 
I'll do my best to serve you.  Prin. 
Dear Clariana, I must wish a kiss,  
And take my leave.  Cla. 
The Gods protect you ever.  Exeunt Jul. & Clar. Ter. 
The Lady's smile upon you.  Prin. 
How can they choose, when I prefer your love?  Ter. 
Why? Was it well received?  Prin. 
At first (like a strong ship that makes the waves  
Rebound, and show their angry foam about  
Her Ribs) she did repulse your love; whereat  
I seemed a little to draw off, that with  
A double force I might return to storm  
Her resolution, as at last I did:  
Leaving Loves softer Theme, to which her heart  
Seemed an Antagonist, I had recourse  
To what deceives the World, Hypocrisy;  
Which I did cloth in such a pious Garb,  
Religion might have smiled t' have seen herself  
So Aped: With pious tears I did bemoan  
Her Fate, yet on my knees at the same time  
Entreat her to embrace it, assuring her  
With a thousand imprecations, strengthened  
By twice as many oaths, that she'd be cause  
(In her withstanding of her Destiny)  
Of the whole ruin of her Father's state,  
Her Brother's life, incur the People's hate.  Ter. 
Excellent Hypocrite! That we two might  
Incorporate, and overthrow the World  
With Policy! Was not the Princess moved?  Prin. 
Beyond expression: startled in her thoughts,  
Her Hate and Piety were so intermixed,  
As barred all resolution: You she seemed  
To hate with all the malice of a Woman;  
Contemning your Alliance with a scorn  
Might equal Cleopatra's, when Caesar thought  
T' have led her a base Captive unto Rome,  
T' adorn his Triumphs: Yet Religion,  
Mixed with a zealous fear t' offend the Gods,  
Made her more apt to listen to my words,  
Which her ears faster drunk than her confused  
And much perplexed Imagination could  
Digest, or indeed duly weigh. To tell  
You all her Doubts, and how I did resolve them,  
Too tedious were; suffice it that at last  
She was convinced.  Ter. 
But by what happy means?  
Let me know every circumstance, that  
I may adore the brain which did contrive it.  Prin. 
When nothing could prevail, and I perceived  
She was inclined with Conscience to dispense,  
And hazard all I threatened, I took a  
Pen, and strait drew a Scheme before her Eyes;  
Whereby I seemed to calculate your Birth,  
And soon convinced her too credulous faith,  
You were a Prince led hither by the Stars,  
For the accomplishment o' th' God's Decrees;  
Whereat she seemed transported in her soul,  
And crediting my words, began to love.  Ter. 
 rendered me too happy: were my life  
Consumed i' th' satisfaction of this service,  
I should still die ungrateful.  Prin. 
This service, Sir, will scarce deserve your thanks;  
Try me in something may be worth your love.  Ter. 
After this service past, what canst thou do  
May equally oblige me?  Prince. 
Sir, I can bring the Prince, the only man  
That stands between you and your proudest hopes,  
Into your power: the old King I look on  
As a mere shadow: I know your interest.  Ter. 
The Devil hath inspired him with my own thoughts,  
Thou talk'st of blessings rather to be wished  
Then hoped for, or effected.  Prince. 
Be not incredulous: my Art improved  
By my great Zeal to serve you, will make me  
Work greater Miracles.  Ter. 
Your courtesies confound me: I must crave  
Some time to prise them as I ought: but if  
I thrive in my ambitious hopes, you must  
Divide the Empire.  Prince. 
Is your ambition there? You're somewhat wide:  Aside. 
If all hit right, 'tis you that must divide,  
But not my Crown: They that by crimes aspire,  
Should be cut short, that they may grow no higher.  Ter. 
It shall be so. Come, Sir, let's to the King,  
'Tis much about the time he did appoint.  
The Prince's death we will contrive by th' way:  
Danger doth threaten evils at a stay.  Exeunt.  

Scoena Quarta.  Livia, Juliana, Clariana, Lussurio, Maligno. Liv. 
DEar Frangypane, how noble was thy love  
To die for me! what generous sparks lie hid  
And smothered in extravagant Fancies?  
Thy Noble death hath gained more than thy life  
Can ever purchase thee, my Love.  Jul. 
Prithee listen; for the Wench is run  
Distracted sure, since Frangypane's death,  
And so transported, that a Lord did die  
For love of her: she's quite Platonic grown,  
And dotes upon his Ghost.  Clar. 
How Love doth play with Mortals!  Liv. 
Holy Soul, that gracest th' Elysium shades  
With thy blessed company, and rendrest us  
Unhappy by thy absence, hear my Vow:  
My Heart hereafter shall be ever thine,  
And free from all Terrestrial Love, aspire  
By thy example to become Divine,  
And flee towards thee, because it can no higher.  Jul. 
How she's exalted!  Liv. 
No Mortals touch shall ere pollute my lip,  
Nor lustful gripe provoke a wanton smile,  
Nor amorous fingers be allowed to skip  
Into my Bosom, lest they should beguile  
Thee of my love, and me of that same part  
I'd wholly dedicate to thee, my heart.  Clar. 
She's highflown in love.  Jul. 
A true Platonic, a very Spirit in Flesh.  SONG. Livia. 
To love's a trifle: but to love like me,  
Would pose Love's Deity.  
She best on earth's esteemed to love,  
Doth constantest to her object prove;  
But I much higher move,  
Loving an Object though it absent be:  
In this who equal me?  
But what talk I here of Equality?  
As if each common man  
Might vie with Frangypane.  
Had other Lovers but a Saint like mine,  
So worthy and divine,  
Their Offering too would be as high  
As mine unto his Sanity:  
With what good justice can  
I tax a want of love in others then;  
Or my own Virtues raise,  
From what is only due unto his praise?  
I loved not's earth; nor is it I  
Now love bis immortality,  
But he that elevates my Soul so high.  Clar. 
Sure she's inspired.  Jul. 
With her deceased Lovers Genius.  Enter Lussurio, Maligno. Clar. 
He spoke Raptures, and she sings them: but here Her living Lovers come;  make some sport?  Jul. 
'Twere pleasant sure to see them fight; they'll snarl (they say) like Dogs at a Country-wicket, and draw their swords, but 'tis to wound the Air: for if one makes a pass, the other retires. Livia made me the prettieff relation!  Clar. 
They look indeed as if they were of the Peace.  Lus. 
To set a period to our fatal War,  
Which might produce the shedding of much blood,  
I am content.  Mal. 
And so am I: Him that she chooses, happy be his lot.  Jul. 
Livia, here are those will disturb your meditations.  Clar. 
The Wench is in beaven sure already;  
Her thoughts are with Frangypane.  Mal. 
Do you begin.  Lus. 
The Princess is here; she'll laugh at us.  Jul. 
Let me alone, I'll warrant you some mirth: Lussurio!  Lus. 
An please your Highness.  Jul. 
You're a diligent servant, we love you well; and having heard the love you bear our Maid of Honour, resolve to recompense your merit, by making it a Match. She is an Heiress, Sir.  Lus. 
Your Highness' bounty so confounds me, I can't express my thanks: my very Soul's your slave.  Jul. 
Your modesty deserves our favour: Go, send that Fellow to us; I hear he is a Pretender: We can distinguish merit.  Lus. 
I hope so, Madam: I'll be as observant as your Puppy-Dog.  Jul. 
Mark then my beck, when thus I hold my finger.  
Cease, Livia: carry her to my Chapel,  
Where you shall find a Priest in readiness.  
To marry you.  Lus. 
Madam—  Jul. 
No more: call him to us.  Clar. 
What means your Highness?  Jul. 
To have this Fellow beaten. Livia's in her dumps; she'll scratch his eyes out: and how Malign will comport himself, is worth our expectation.  Mal. 
Lussurio, Madam, made me believe you'd speak with me.  Jul. 
They say you're a Coward.  Mal. 
Your Highness may say your pleasure: but if there be any mortal flesh that dare traduce me, the swallowing of my sword, though he digested it, should not expiate the injury.  Jul. 
I'm glad you talk so valiantly; I ever had you in my good opinion.  Mal. 
You are pleased to favour your poor Vassal.  Jul. 
Can I but see one single proof of Valour,  
One fight Action to convince my faith,  
My Livia should be yours: I love her well,  
And would bestow her on a deserving Person,  
Such I hope you are.  Mal. 
Oh that I had an opportunity!  
My Valour like a flash of Lightning  
Should quite consume my bold Antagonist.  The Princess gives the sign, Lussurio goes to snatch up Livia, who cuffs him: he runs away: Maligno coming to her rescue, she snatches out his sword. Jul. 
Now show your Valour.  To Maligno. Liv. 
Must you both affront me? though thy Companion's fled, I'll be revenged on thee?  Mal. 
Oh good Madam! I came to rescue you.  Liv. 
To abuse me, to disturb my peace.  Mal. 
Good Lady, suppress your fury: ask the Princess, I meant no harm.  Jul. 
He's sufficiently frighted; I'll be his bail.  Liv. 
For your sake I'll pardon him: his sword  
I'll offer up at the Sepulchre of  
My dead Lord for a Trophy.  Exit Mal. Jul. 
In memory of the conquest ye have obtained  
Upon Maligno's hot affection.  
Poor Wench! Time may recover her:  
How prettily we entertain griefs!  Clar. 
The time had else seemed long before the Prince  
Returned for the King's Cabinet.  Jul. 
I hope in that disguise he'll work his peace.  Enter Prince, Lussurio. 
But here he comes; with him, Lussurio:  
He appears troubled, we had best withdraw:  
I'll news will reach our ears too soon.  Clar. 
I fear so too: My panic thoughts of late  
Hold strict intelligence with the Prince's fate.  Exeunt.  

Scoena Quinta.  Prince, Lussurio, Terraefilius, Maligno. Prince. 
IT is but this, when I do speak the word,  
Do you appear, and like a statue stand  
Before us, till I waft my Wand, and then  
Make your Exit.  Lus. 
Must it be needs in Armour? I do not love that dreadful posture: If there be a Looking-glass in the Room, I shall be afraid of myself: I had rather appear like a Fury.  Prince. 
No other shape can pleasure my design,  
Which is, to tell you true, (you hate Calisto,  
And therefore with more confidence I trust you)  
To put an abuse upon him.  Lus. 
Can this be done, I were too happy: for  
Base Maligno, contrary to his Oath,  
Hath quite forsaken me, and cleaves unto  
His party, in hopes of gaining Livia.  Prince. 
In that design I'll likewise cross his ends;  
For I'll compound a potion by my art,  
Which if but tasted by your Mistress once;  
She'll dote on you with such a vehement love,  
Her life will solely in your power be:  
Then you shall see Calisto so much fooled.  Lus. 
Let him be hanged; I care not what he be:  
Make but fair Livia mine, I'll worship night  
In honour of your dark complexion.  Enter Ter. and Mal. Prince. 
Think her your own. Here comes Calisto with  
Your Rival, I'll make them howl anon:  
You know both time and place.  Lus. 
I do: I'll immediately make myself drunk,  
To appear valiant in my martial Acoutrements.  Exit. Ter. 
Tell her ye are sent by th' King with new Orders  
To the General: I know she'll send a Letter.  Mal. 
That's not to be doubted, for she extremely loves him: but how can it advance my love?  Ter. 
For that rely on me: do but this kindness,  
And if I make not Livia thine,  
I'll be thy bondslave ever.  Mal. 
You are my confidence.  Ter. 
But when you have obtained the Letter, let me  
See you before you begin your Journey.  Mal. 
I shall: Livia will sufficiently recompense all services.  Ter. 
Confide in me. This Plot was well designed:  
For I shall court my Rival to his Grave;  
And on the Pyram de of all his Joy,  
By his own Kisses I shall him destroy.  
But see where the Magician walks! His answers  
To the King were so ambiguous, that  
They breed distrust: But I'll his promise urge  
To let me see the Prince, from whom just now  
This Letter I received: but first I'll see  
If he can tell the place of his abode  Prince. Aside 
What's that he mutters to himself? his looks  
Speak him displeased; the contents of that Letter  
Might be worth my knowledge: but 'tis entombed.  Ter. 
You were very mystic in all you told  
The King; your sense is so ambiguous,  
'Twill time require to unriddle it:  
The King is no way satisfied.  Prince. 
No matter, sir; I study not his favour:  
His stars so threaten him, I dare not build  
My Interest on his unstable fate:  
On you my fortunes solely do depend;  
YE are Heavens Favourite, the Minion of  
The Stars:  
There's not a Planet threatens your designs.  Ter. 
Be a true Prophet to me, and thou shalt  
Be canonised, and have Altars consecrated  
To thy name. But I've received unlucky news.  Prince. 
From the Prince?  Ter. 
Thou art an Oracle.  Prince. 
Never fear it: come at th'appointed hour  
To my Apartment, you shall see his figure,  
Which shall at large discover all his plots.  Ter. 
You promised me the substance; to transport  
His person hither.  Prince. 
Had he been vicious, Sir, it might been done;  
But he's so good, the holy Spirits have  
Him in protection, and preserve him from  
The force of Magic Charms: But this same spirit  
Which I intent to raise, shall both resemble  
The Prince in shape and mind, and so declare  
Those secrets that may ruin him.  Ter. 
It is enough: I shall not fail my time;  
Nor your Just Reward.  Prince. 
Your are too Munificent.  Exit Prince. Ter. 
My heart was ne'er ungrateful: It is fit  
That to your charms I use a Counter-spell.  
You know too much of me and my designs  
To live: besides, it is not safe to trust  
A man with life, who retains the same power  
To unthrone me, as to install me King.  
'Tis a received Maxim amongst some,  
To destroy those who have obliged them  
Beyond their power to remunerate.  
Sure 'tis a kind of gratitude, when Earth  
Cannot reward their service, to send them  
To Heaven for a recompense.  
This Man can't fadge amiss: for he is well  
Known to the Devil, should he go to Hell.  Exit.   

ACTUS QUINTUS.  

Scoena Prima.  Terraefilius, Prince, Juliana, Clariana. Ter. 
MY Cenius triumphs in the rare events  
Of my success: Fortune's th' only Goddess 'Twas she  
I adore; and well she merits it.  
That from a Mendicant created me  
The bosom-friend and counsel of a Prince;  
Whom I did follow but to serve myself,  
Or rather he served me: for my full will,  
Like to a raging stream, bore all before it:  
My counsel was his Guide, and I the Minion  
Of his Soul. From this so happy estate,  
Fortune advanced me to a great King's ear;  
Whence I did suck advantage to myself,  
Leaving a poison to infect the State.  
Fortune's in fine assistant to my Rise,  
The Prince's death is plotted in this Brain:  
His Sister's Love entitles me the Heir  
Unto this Kingdom: yet to make all sure,  
I have dispatched Maligno to the Camp,  
With Letters so tightly poisoned  
By a Mountebank, Valerio dies in reading  
Their contents, and I live unsuspected.  
The Princess lines must cut his line of Life;  
To him they'll give a Grave, to me a Wife.  Enter Prince, Juliana, Clariana. 
But here comes my Familiar! how he works  
For my advantage! I will stand aside.  Prince. 
I hope your Letters will so far prevail  
Upon Valerio, that he'll strait unite  
His forces with the Duke, and both return  
T' inform the King how much he is abused  
By Calisto, and other Sycophants.  Jul. 
Let not your fancy nourish the least doubt:  
Valerio's heart is so at my command,  
I steer it as I please: continue you  
Your wont practice to amuse the Court,  
And so avoid suspicion.  Prince. 
You are my dear Instructress.  Clar. 
Yonder's Calisto: his jealous thoughts will put  
A bad construction on your Compliments.  Prince. 
'Tis true; I saw him not: Sister, your feigned  
Kindness must make amends for all.  Jul. 
I will endeavour to play the Hypocrite.  Ter. 
Brave active Slave! what way he makes for my Address! I'll advance towards them: As I live, she smiles upon me. He that neglects so fair a summons, deserves to perish in his hopes; and from the highest Pinnacle of Fortune, fall to Destruction.  Prince. 
He advances: Now play your part.  Ter. 
Being emboldened, Madam, by your smiles,  
I come to make a tender of my love,  
To sacrifice unto those eyes, a heart  
That bears no other figure then your form,  
Nor craves no other Mistress than yourself.  
Accept it, Madam; and with it receive  
All faith, all love, service and constancy  
Your hopes can fancy, or yourself desire.  Jul. 
So rich a gift no Princess should refuse▪  
Nor shall you find me obstinate: for when  
I am confirmed your love is such as you  
Deliver it, 'twill be no miracle  
To gain upon me an exchange of hearts:  
Till when, I shall suspend my thoughts.  Ter. 
You are a Mine of Goodness; and when my stars  
Shall make me happy by enjoying you,  
My faculties shall wholly be employed  
In your advancement. No Kingdom shall lie  
Within the prospect of your sight, which you  
Can wish, and not command: This powerful Arm  
(Strengthened by the Magic of your smiles)  
Shall make our Neighb'ring perty Princes know,  
At Juliana's Will they all must bow.  Jul. 
I doubt not, Sir, your Generosity;  
But I am not ambitious: My thoughts  
Ne'er coveted another's right: This Throne  
May satisfy both me and you.  Exit with Prince, Clariana. Ter. 
She's gone: but her last words are deeply here  
Engraved. This Throne may satisfy both me  
And you! Oh silver-sounding words! beyond  
The Music of the Spheres! A harmony  
Beyond the Divine Notes of Orpheus!  
He moved the savage Beasts and Trees to dance;  
But her sweet Accents might inspire them with  
Discursive Souls, teach them Ambition first,  
And then to sway the Earth. Me thinks I see  
Myself upon a Throne, and th' admiring  
Multitude envying at my fortune,  
Yet doing homage to the thing they curse.  
If in Idea 'tis so brave a thing  
To Rule and Govern like a God on earth,  
What Heaven then must the fruition be!  
But I shall lose myself in idle dreams:  
There's one stroke more before I reach this pitch;  
My Title must be dipped i' th' Prince his Blood:  
Only his death makes my Pretention good.  Exit  

Scoena Secunda.  Hortensio, Maligno, Officers, Valerio, brought in a chair, Physician. Hor. 
THe General's poisoned: it must be so:  
Sudden Distempers that are natured;  
Cannot produce in two minute's space such  
Grievous symptoms.  Mal. 
You speak as if you did suspect the Princess.  Val. 
I broil alive; Wildfires in my scull;  
I burn, I burn: Give me a Sea of Ice,  
Crystal dissolved, A Dish of Virgin's Tears  
To quench the flames I feel.  Hor. 
Dear General, how did the evil seize you?  Val. 
I know not: sure it is some punishment  
Inflicted by the Gods for Idolising  
Of these Lines, these so Divine Characters,  
Which I no sooner did approach my Lips,  
But my soul met them, and did thence convey  
Into my soul this torment worse than Hell.  Hor. 
Let the Paper be examined, Sir;  
It may contain some Hellbred poison.  Val. 
No, no, it can't; it from the Princess came:  
Do not profane that sacred innocence.  
Let me alone! why do you make me live  
To add unto my torments? I'll speak no more:  
Pray let me bury all my griefs in silence.  Hor. 
Sir, here's the Doctor.  Val. 
Death is the best Physician: Let me sleep:  
A quiet Grave to ease me of this pain,  
Were Paradise.  Physician. 
Take comfort, Sir: I have an Antidote  
Which doth by a Specific Quality  
Resist all Poison.  Val. 
Can men take comfort in the midst of flames?  
 thy own body in a Cauldron of  
Boiling Oil, and then preach comfort! Swallow  
Molten Led, and tell me then of comfort!  
My torment's much more exquisite.  Mal. 
Alas, poor Gentleman! it grieves my heart  
To see him thus.  Val. 
Who's he that grieves? Oh let me hug him I  
My very Embrace will strait dry up his Tears.  Hor. 
Is there no cure?  Physician. 
I fear there's none: The Poison is so deadly,  
It hath already seized his Vital parts.  
Cannot you guests who did administer it?  Hor. 
Not with much certainty: on the receipt  
Of that same Paper his disease began.  Physician. 
Might it not be procured to make essay  
If it were Poisoned?  Hor. 
It came from the Princess; he'll not part with't;  
He storms and rages if we but suspect it:  
How still he is! he sleeps sure.  Physician. 
I fear his last: mark, but how pale he looks!  Hor. 
He's gone indeed! Farewell, thou Noble Soul!  
Thou Mars of Arms! Beloved in War and Peace!  
'Mongst all Death's Triumphs he shall never boast,  
T' have graced Elysium with a Nobler Ghost.  Physician. 
'Twere fit enquiry were made about the Murder.  Hor. 
'Tis very fit; and that we should secure  
That Fellow who brought the Letter.  Physician. 
Upon a Dog I'll the experience make  
Whether it be poisoned.  Hor. 
Good Doctor, have a care, and fold it up  
At distance from your Nose: for that same Villain—  Mal. 
I fear you not: I have a Motto above your power, Innocence is my Defence.  Hor. 
And may that clear you: I seek not Blood, But Justice.  Mal. 
Unless he light upon the Name, I'm safe;  
For that is only poisoned: I hope  
Valerio hath licked the Venom off.  Hor. 
Captain, to your care I do commit  
Maligno: see him safe, as you'll answered.  
Next, let's convey the Body in; where, in  
Martial Accourtrements, let it be exposed  
To Public View, till every Soldier  
Hath dropped a tear: than it shall be interred  
With all the great Solemnity of War:  
In which, whilst living, he took such delight,  
'Tis just, that dead, he have a Soldiers right.  They bear him off.  

Scoena Tertia.  Prince in Magical Robes, Lussurio in Armour, Terraefilius, King, Guards, Juliana, Clariana. Prince. 
YOu know your Question; and being examined,  
The Answer you must make.  Luf. 
In all I'm perfect.  Prince. 
Withdraw then; I hear him coming.  Enter Terraefilius. 
Your Lordship is most welcome.  Ter. 
My curiosity was such, I could not miss my time.  Prince. 
You're indeed somewhat before your hour,  
But not before I am prepared to serve you.  
Twelve tedious hours are already spent  
In Exorcisms, and enchanting Charms:  
My Robes I've thrice with Ceremony changed;  
Every Circle of deep Magic traced:  
I've dived in Horours' as profound as Hell;  
Summoned to Council the Infernal Furies;  
Seen Mysteries this Night would shake and chill  
The blood of any common man to Ice,  
And all to serve my Lord!  Ter. 
But, my best Genius, canst thou perform?  Prince. 
Else I should curse my studies, and despise  
My Art. In this Circle, my Lord, stand you  
Secure, and neither move nor speak to what  
You see: for than you'll break my Covenant  
With Hell, and ten thousand Furies with horror  
Will upon you seize, and coss your Carcase  
Upon the bosom of a Northern storm,  
There to be ground to Atoms.  Ter. 
I shall be circumspect.  Prince. 
Observe your station then.  He wafts his Wand thrice. 

By Acheron, the River Styx,  
And all the space that is betwixt  
That and the bot Infernal Lake,  
Where Cerberus his Sop doth take;  
Infernal Pluto keeps his Court,  
And with fair Proserpina doth sport;  
I do conjure fierce Radamant,  
Aecus, Minos, Hell's Pursuvant,  
The compass of the earth to trace,  
And bring the Prince unto this place  
Within the twinkling of an eye.   A Man rises like a Spirit. Spirit. 
His Virtue bars that liberty:  
But if that thou no more wilt claim,  
Then Hell promiseed: in Pluto's Name  
It shall be done.  Prince. 
His shadow you'll afford?  Spirit. 
You know the Devil never broke his word.  
I'll send his shadow strait: waft thrice your Wand,  
And what you wish shall be at your command.  The Spirit descends. Enter Lussurio in Armour. Ter. Aside. 
A pretty Incantation, and in Verse:  
If Rhyme will do't, I'll see if I can pierce  
This Airy Prince: it looks as if 'twere he:  
I'm sure that I should know that Armoury.  
Can I but hit him right! What, are you down?  
Can Devils die? are Spirits mortal grown?  He kills Lussurio. The Prince throws off his Disguise. Prince. 
No: there's one still lives to be revenged on thee.  Ter. 
The Prince! Who is it then I have slain?  Prince. 
Lussurio his shadow; for which I'll be revenged.  
Will it not enter?  He makes a Pass at Terraefilius. Ter. 
Thanks to my Privy Coat.  
Are you so subtle, Prince? I'll try what  
Proof you are.  He wounds the Prince. Prince. 
Treason! Murder! Treason! Oh I am slain! On thee, bafe Slave, my blood will still remain.  He falls. Enter King and Guard. King. 
Our Guard, what Outcry's this of Treason?  Ter. 
'Tis met, Sir, and destroyed. Finding the Prince.  
Clad in this Moorish Garb for some design  
Upon your sacred Life, I interposed  
Between his fury and your danger, Sir.  Prince. 
Dear Father, hear me; and next lend belief  
Unto my dying words: There's not a smile  
Within that Fellows face, which is not Traitor.  King. 
Merciful Gods, sear up my Aged Ears;  
Put double Cataracts upon my Eyes,  
That I may neither hear nor see a son  
So treacherous.  Ter. 
I hope your Majesty will forgive my crime:  
When your Life's in Question, I am not myself.  King. 
You merit rather a Reward:  
That Traitor will find his in Hell.  Prince. 
That Villain cannot glory in my death;  
His wounds were slight, your words rip up my heart.  King. 
See him secured, and safe kept: Caliste,  
I do commit him to thy custody.  Prince. 
A Grave must shortly, Sir, my Prison be,  
When Death shall purchase my souls liberty.  
But you're too cruel to perplex me now,  
Since all to dying men do peace allow.  Juliana and Clariana at the door. Guard. 
You must not enter.  Clar. 
Must not! shall Clariana hear her Prince  
Is slain, and stand disputing?  King. 
What noise is that without?  Guard. 
The Princess and the Duke's Daughter would have admittance.  King. 
Let them enter.  They enter: Clariana runs to the Prince. Clar. 
Oh let me tear my flesh to bind those wounds!  
Madam, the Prince is slain! Where's his Murderer,  
That I may shoot my eyes into his soul,  
Like burning Beacons to torment it more,  
Then if it were in Hell, and circled in  
With Sulphur-flames might equalise his sin?  Prince. 
Weep not, Juliana, for a man so worthless;  
I' th' King my Father's thoughts not worth a Tear.  
Obedience should teach thee to rejoice,  
Since the King's peace is purchased by my blood:  
Though blood of Peace an ill foundation be,  
May his Peace spring from his son's Tragedy.  
Clariana, I must breathe on thee a Parting  
Kiss: Poor weeping Maid, too much beloved,  
Too much unfortunate in being loved  
By one that could not solemnize thy Rites.  
Mayst thou live happy in a second choice!  
Whilst to my silent Grave I bear my love  
And injuries. Commend me to the Duke:  
Tell him, I grieve to leave on earth such an  
Angel-soul; mine can no longer bide here.  Dies. King. 
Look to the Lady there; she swoons: Daughter,  
Methinks your love to us should rather teach you  
To congratulate our safety, then wash  
A Traitor's Hearse with Tears.  Jul. 
He was my Brother, Sir; and Nature must  
Resent so near a loss.  Ter. 
You had best take order for his Obsequies,  
Lest that the Rhetoric of these Lady's tears  
Excite compassion in the Multitude.  King. 
You of the Guard, convey the Body hence,  
Whilst we withdraw to consult public safety.  Clar. 
Carry him where you please, I'll follow to His Grave.  They bear him off. Jul. 
But first, 'twere fit we study on revenge:  
Live but to finish that, we'll both prefer  
Much before Life a Noble Sepulchre.  Exeunt Juliana and Clariana. King. 
Tho' he be dead, his Treasons still survive;  
His Troops in being, and the Duke alive.  Ter. 
Those threaten little now the Prince is gone;  
He was the Pillar they depended on:  
Proclaim your pardon, and they soon will yield;  
Yet some blood for example must be spilled.  
Excess of mercy makes all Traitor's bold:  
Had Gods no Justice, Virtue would be cold.  King. 
We'll both employ: Our severe Justice shall  
Upon the Duke and chief Commanders fall,  
Whilst extended mercy doth forgive  
All ignorant crimes, and let the Army live.  Ter. 
Mercy so used, doth no repentance breed;  
For you destroy Rebellion in the seed.  Exeunt.  

Scoena Quarta.  Duke, Officers, Messenger's. Duke, 
'TIs strange we hear not of the Prince; he has  
I'm confident received advice both of  
Valerio's Death, and my approach to Naples.  1 Off. 
But, what's more wonderful, your Messenger Returns not!  Duke. 
That doth distract me too: Me thinks he should  
With some Advices re-dispatch him back.  
We all are in a mist; and our design  
(For want of prosecution) must needs give  
Advantage to the Enemy: for soon  
As Hortensio hath notice of our March,  
He'll rally up his forces, and pursue us.  
From the King's fury no less danger waits  
On our March forward. Ruin will him us in,  
And pale Destruction like a hungry Grave,  
Devour our Lives and Fortunes.  1 Off. 
Our case is hard indeed, to forsake hopes  
Of safety for a certain ruin.  2 Off. 
Nay, certain safety: the resolution  
Was too promptly made, and too soon executed.  Duke. 
You judge by the event: however it succeed,  
The stratagem was high, and the design.  
Through-laid. We are not Gods, to mould our fate,  
Or to foresee futurity of chance:  
We but propose; 'tis they dispose of things;  
They mould the Fortunes of the mightiest Kings.  
What means that shout?  A shout within. 1 Off. 
It speaks the return, Sir, of your Messenger.  Enter Messenger. Duke. 
You are most welcome, because long expected.  
Where are the Prince's Letters? 'Tis more than time  
We knew his mind.  Mess. 
The Prince? Alas!  Duke. 
Why dost thou stop, and wear upon thy looks  
Distractions Livery?  Mess. 
Can you but read the Tragedy within,  
You'd leave amazement, and transported be  
To such a height of wonder, 'twould change you  
To a Statue; or like weeping Niobe,  
From a Fountain-top force you to distil  
A Sea of blood for tears.  Duke. 
For what most dire and fatal accident  
Dost thou prepare our ears? Is the Prince  
Discovered, and in hold?  Mess. 
In hold indeed: he's Prisoner to Death.  Duke. 
To Death!  
Cursed be the tongue which gave that language voice,  
Cursed be the ears that did receive the sound,  
And doubly cursed that guilty hand which durst  
Commit so vile a Regicide.  1 Off. 
Cease, good my Lord, to be so far enraged;  
Let us revenge before we grieve his death:  
In his just Quarrel we'll all spend our breath.  Duke. 
Noble Lieutenant, thy advice doth add  
New vigour to my soul: My curses now  
Shall change into revenge. The Gods knew well  
How sweet that power was, therefore reserved  
It wholly to themselves; yet daring men  
(By petty passions moved) do often try  
To rob the Gods of that felicity:  
With how much justice may I then revenge  
The Prince his Murder on that damned Slave,  
Who durst in him give virtue's self a Grave!  Mess. 
To set a sharper edge upon your swords,  
Know, that his Murderer is high infavour  
With the King, and that it is reported  
The Princess marriage must reward the act,  
With whom he is to reign (th' old King being dead)  
A Monarch here in Naples.  Duke. 
A King in Hell amongst the Purple flames!  
He shall be rewarded: Phalaris Bull,  
Or some more horrid Instrument of death,  
Which may with lingering, yet excessive pain,  
Drink by degrees his life, and force him curse  
His soul to Hell for ease, shall be his recompense.  2 Off. 
But all this while his Name's to us unknown.  Duke. 
Let it be Murderer, or what it may,  
My high revenge is levelled at his soul.  Mess. 
They call him Calisto; but neither know  
From whence, nor what he is.  Duke. 
But I know where to send him. This Caliste  
Must certainly be Terraefilius:  
That Slave still wore a murdering heart beneath  
A smiling face. But come, let's haste to Court:  
If Blood be pastime there, I'll make them sport.  Exeunt.  

Scoena Quinta.  Juliana, Clariana, Livia. Jul. 
THy grief to mine compared, is of so mean  
A price, it looseth all account.  Clar. 
I've lost my Heart, my Lover, and my Prince.  Jul. 
And I my Love, Heart, Prince, and Brother too.  
My dear Valerio's poisoned, yet I live.  Clar. 
Amintor murdered, and I only grieve.  Livia sings. 
My Love is dead, and my Heart is gone;  
And yet I live,  
And yet I grieve;  
But Frangypane will return anon  
From yonder cloud.  Jul. 
What a medley of sorrow's here?  Livia continues the Song. 
He'll rip his ,  
And visit me again:  
But I'll no longer be  
Guilty of cruelty,  
By which he once was slain.  
If that you spy  
An Arrow fly,  
And wound his Noble Heart,  
Oh do not cry,  
Oh do not start,  
'Tis but a glance  
Of this bright eye  
That doth advance  
To visit his poor Heart.  Clar. 
Poor innocent Maid! with what distracted,  
Yet passionate Notes she vents her griefs!  
Were I distracted too, I might as she  
Perhaps in Songs vent all my misery.  Jul. 
That wish would but our miseries augment:  
For it would render us uncapable  
To revenge the deaths of those we grieve for.  Clar. 
I know 'tis ignoble: but where there is  
A want of strength to bear a misery,  
To Nature sure it is a charity  
To wish ourselves less sensible of grief.  
I could afford to melt my soul in tears,  
Distil my eyes like Marble in a sweat,  
If 'twould renew my dear Amintor's life:  
But such my mis'ry is, the more I grieve,  
I've greater cause to grieve: Like damned fouls,  
That suffered flames a hundred thousand years,  
Perceive their sufferings of as great a length  
When that time's finished, as when first begun:  
So will the Prince his death appear to me,  
And every day augment my misery.  Jul. 
Dry up those liquid sorrows: Join with me  
In a Revenge may justify your love,  
And set his bones at rest: Then we'll resolve  
Like Roman Dames to meet our Loves in shades,  
Which neither jealousy nor fate invades.  Clar. 
My Woman's strength will fail in the attempt:  
'Tis easier far for me to die myself,  
Then own the cruelty to destroy another.  
Yet Death, though gildedne'en so well, is still  
Relished by Nature as a bitter Pill.  Jul. 
Tho' Nature's weak, our loves may well supply  
That poor defect, and teach us how to die;  
And our Revenge so great a Justice is,  
Nor gods nor men can say we do amiss.  
He'll strait be here: come, come, you must resolve:  
Here, take this Poniard: how you tremble at it!  
Me thinks my Brother's death might fortify  
Your Arm.  Clar. 
That fatal word adds Courage.  Jul. 
Why bravely said! Think who you do revenge;  
Think how he loved, how innocent he died,  
Then strike: Thou canst not miss the Traitor's heart.  
I'll grave as many wounds upon his flesh,  
As his vile murder made upon my heart;  
And then the World and I may freely part.  Clar. 
I'll endeavour to follow your example:  
So brave a Leader may well guide my hand  
To all those Actions which my fears withstand:  
But if my love I to your Precepts Join,  
No Woman's Courage ought to equal mine.  Jul. 
How well that speech becomes my Clariana!  
But since our Courage hath attained this height,  
We must devise the aptest means to perfect  
Our Revenge.  
Persuade thou Livia bind him to this chair;  
Her known madness will make't appear a Jest,  
Should he discover it.  Clar. 
But how to work her to it? Distracted Lovers  
Are still obstinate.  Jul. 
Thou sayest true; 'twill be somewhat difficult:  
My griefs have made me lose my brains.  Clar. 
What if we should persuade her that he did  
Contrive the death of Frangypane?  Jul. 
'Twill be excellent. Dear Clariana,  
Thou'rt for th' inventive, I the active part;  
Sure both together cannot miss his heart.  
But silence now must make our counsels wise:  
For see where comes the designed sacrifice!   

Scoena Sexta.  Terraefilius, Juliona, Clariana, Livia. Ter. 
THe Prince his death was a success beyond  
All vulgar caresses of fate: I nicked  
The wheel of fortune when I struck that stroke;  
For his Disguise did undermine my Plots.  Jul. 
Surely he sees us not.  Clar. 
Good Madam, let's observe.  Ter. 
Poor shallow Prince! didst think to cope with me,  
Whom ragged fortunes had made politic,  
And opportunity a Knave? I must  
Confess thy counterplots were dangerous  
To my fate: Had fortune meant me but half  
A courtesy, that stratagem might have  
Swallowed me and my designs in the  
Deep gulf of ruin. But thanks my better stars,  
My safety triumphs in thy death, which feeds  
My ambition almost with certainty  
Of that most glorious Prize she aimed at,  
This Kingdom, and the Princess Love: stay there.  
But what assurance have I of her love?  
The Prince his word! A poor security!  
A Reed I dare not rest on. This Letter  
Writ from the King t' endear me to her thoughts,  
Is a foundation cannot fail my hopes:  
Men born to Greatness, are but born to fall,  
When brave ambition means to catch at all.  
I'll boldly make a tender of my love;  
And if refused, wed my revenge.— She turns!  Jul. 
She's rarely wrought! you know your Qu.  Ter. 
Madam!  
My last Addresses from your smiles received  
So kind a welcome, my heart dares not now  
Doubt your love, since I bring th' Authority  
Both of a Fathers and a Monarch's hand  Gives her a Letter. 
To plead my interest, and implore your free  
Consent to consummate my Vows.  Two chairs set out. Jul. 
Pray, Sir, repose yourself, whilst I have read  
The Injunction of a Parent: you shall find  
Me rational in my reply.  They both, sit down. Ter. 
She's kind beyond my hopes. Blessed Terraefilius!  
The Prince his Policy hath deceived himself,  
Since from the Princess he hath all concealed:  
On some design his death cut off i' th' middle.  
As I live she smiles; sure the contents do please.  As be discourses to himself, Livia binds him. Ter. 
Pretty Innocence! Your Woman, Madam,  
Hath bound me to my good behaviour.  Juliana and Clariana present poniards to his breast. Jul. 
This shall set you free: struggle not, nor use  
Your voice: If you employ either, by my Brother's  
Soul, I'll send yours to Hell immediately,  
With all your fins upon you.  Ter. 
Dear Princess, your hand implies an action,  
Your heart I hope's too soft to execute.  
If't be a trial of my love you'd make,  
Give me the Poniard, and on your command  
I'll rip my heart to let you see its truth.  Jul. 
Your love, base Slave, I scorn: 'Tis my revenge  
(And for a Brother's death) I prosecute.  Ter. 
Hold! and do not on my innocence revenge  
A crime I'm guiltless of.  Jul. 
Thou guiltless!  Clar. 
Thou innocent!  Ter. 
In thought as you: I knew him not when my  
Unlucky and too fatal hand cut off  
His blooming Youth. And might not this strong Arm  
Be useful to the King, Madam, to you,  
And to th' Kingdom's safety, I'd cut it off:  
So much I loathe to think on the mistake!  Jul. 
Vile Hypocrite, we from the Prince his mouth  
Do too much know ere to believe thy lies:  
Ask briefly pardon of the Gods: We would  
Not kill thy soul eternally.  Clar. 
Yet unprepared he sent the Prince to give  
His last account.  Jul. 
He did, Clariana! This vile Traitor did it.  
I joy to see thy spirit: but his soul  
Was still so innocent, and held so small  
Commerce with sin, we need not doubt his safety.  Clar. 
I look upon the malice that was high,  
And gave no leisure for a penitent  
Thought. Let's strike!  Jul. 
How nobly shows this Courage!  Clar. 
Love and Revenge do fortify my Arm,  
And from a timorous Virgin me transform  
To a bold, yet just punisher of blood.  
The Prince his blood in this same fellows guilt,  
Appears as fresh as if 'twere newly built.  Jul. 
He weeps: how much he labours to seem good▪  Clar. 
But tears are no sufficient wash for blood.  Jul. 
Had not thy words called from her drowsy Den  
My just revenge, it had been drowned in pity.  Clar. 
Lose not that spirit, Madam, you have put  
In me; that noble spirit now rebukes  
Your too much Lenity. If a Brother's  
Death be no ugly fuel for the fire  
Of your Revenge to feed on, Valerio's  
Will fan it to a flame.  Jul. 
How was my memory employed, that she  
Forgot that Noble soul! Can Pity take  
Up all the Lodgings of my thoughts? Vile Maid,  
Where was thy love? and where was thy revenge?  
Both in his silent Grave.  Ter. 
How they inflame each other to destroy me!  
Gild makes me dull, and Danger stupid,  
Else I might mix some eloquence with tears  
To mollify their hearts.  Jul. 
Is your peace made?  Ter. 
Oh stay!  Jul. 
I can defer no longer: Valerio's blood  
Calls loud upon my soul for a revenge.  Clar. 
So doth the Prince's death: Come, let us strike!  
Both our concerns do spur us on alike.  Ter. 
Yet hold: tho' my innocence he a dumb  
Advocate to your ears, yet let compassion  
Mitigate your rage, or at least give me time  
To vindicate myself.  Clar. 
Madam, let's hear him out.  Jul. 
No, Clariana, no; I'll be as deaf  
As a Northern Wind the Mariner's  
Exclaims, to all he says. Were Angels sent  
To vindicate his innocence, I'd judge  
Them Devils by their lies: Let's not defer,  
Lest thou lose courage too, and at one time  
Our Woman's strength forsake us both.  Clar. 
Fear not: my soul doth want extension  
To entertain my love and my revenge.  Jul. 
You saw my Brother bleed, he bled by him.  Clar. 
You heard Valerio died, he poisoned him.  Jul. 
And on his heart I will revenge it thus.  Strikes. 
Ha! will it not enter?  Clar. 
The Gods would have the Prince revenged first:  
His Throat I hope's unarmed.  She wounds him. Ter. 
That stroke was home indeed. Base Murtheress,  
I wish my blood were poison for thy sake,  
That every stain might make an ulc'rous sore,  
And by degrees consume and rot your bones.  Jul. 
Base Slave, I'll stop your Throat.  
Good Livia, stand aside.  Whilst she speaks to Livia, he catches her by the Gown. Ter. 
Not yet; you're within my grasp.  Liv. 
Nay, if you're good at that, I'll stand at distance.  Clar. 
Thy death shall set her free.  Liv. 
Good Madam, one stroke for Frangypane.  
I thank you hearty: 'twas a brave one!  Ter. 
My Death. Oh that my eyes had power to  
Consume you all! or that my dying breath  
Might a contagion breed throughout the earth!  
It grieves me not so much I am to fall,  
Tho' from the pinnacle of all my hopes,  
As that my glories (by a female rage)  
Are all eclipsed. Devil's revenge my death:  
I can but curse you, and so yield my breath.  He dies. Jul. 
Thy curses will accompany thy soul.  
Valerio, thou'rt revenged.  Clar. 
The Prince may likewise rest in Peace.  Liv. 
And so may Frangypane.  King, Duke, etc. within. King. 
Break open the doors.  Jul. 
We are surprised; but Death shall  
Finish all.—  She wounds herself. Clar. 
Why did you strike before me?  Jul. 
That I may carry tidings to the Prince.  
That you will follow.  Liv. 
Commend my love likewise to Frangypane:  
Tell him I'll grieve his death a score of years,  
And then I'll visit him.  Jul. 
They bounce again: dispatch, dear Clariana.  Clar. 
Alas, my feeble arm its utmost courage showed,  
In spilling boldly that base Traitor's blood:  
I dare not die.  Liv. 
Nor I, if I should be hanged.  Jul. 
Then live here miserably, whilst I  
Enjoy in the Elysium shades my dear  
Valerio's company. Farewell.  Clar. 
Nay, take me with you: for I feel desires  
Strong enough to lead me to the Prince.  
My courage ebbs and flows just as my love,  
And fears do dictate, but love triumphs now.  She wounds herself.  

Scoena Ultima.  King, Duke, Hortensio, Captain's, etc. Duke. 
BE not so cruel to thyself.  Clar. 
You're welcome; but too late.  Liv. 
I'll take your counsel, Sir: I can't abide  
To have my love served up in blood.  Exit. Jul. 
Give me thy hand;  
I'll guide thee in this shady Pilgrimage.  Duke. 
Great Sir, you see the shipwrecks you have made;  
Your Son's innocence you already know;  
Your Daughters you ne'er doubted, nor I mine.  King. 
I find, and see too much.  Goes to the Princess. Duke. 
My dearest Clariana!  Clar. 
Grieve not for me: I find a peace in death  
Beyond all earthly comforts. Farewell.  Dies. Duke. 
She's gone! for ever gone!  Weeps. Jul. 
Adieu, dear Father. May your Throne be well  
Secured by your children's blood! your Peace  
Daily by Subjects Loyalty increase.  King. 
Thy wishes will be good for those succeed  
Me in this fatal Throne: My heart doth bleed  
With such an inward grief for my crimes past,  
Caused by suspicion, and my needless fears,  
By base Sycophants improved, I scarce  
Can live to ask a Pardon, nor she to give't.  
That crack was timely: in the other world  She dies. 
I will implore it of both.  Dies. Hor. 
Alas, poor King! grief cracked his aged heart.  
My Lord, why do you waste your tears in a  
Single sorrow, when a general grief  
So much requires them?  Duke. 
What can be nearer than a Daughter's death?  Hor. 
A Sovereigns and the People's safety.  Duke. 
The King dead!  Hor. 
Heart-broke with grief.  Duke. 
Then Nature must excuse me: Grief, employ  
Thy power to distil my soul in tears  
Upon this Prince's Hearse; whose much distrust  
Did heap on woes to hasten him to dust.  Hor. 
Your sorrow's comely: but the public danger  
(In my opinion) claims precedency.  
These dire events to Naples and her Crown,  
Should they arrive unto the public ear,  
Ere you assert your right, or make your claim  
(Which is undoubted) to this Realm, Faction  
Might discompose the Public Peace,  
And so our griefs and dangers both increase.  Duke. 
Advise us, dear Hortensio, now our friend:  
Thy prompt compliance with us in revenge  
Of Prince Amintor's death, I never shall  
Forget to own, or to neward.  Hor. 
The baseness of the Murder did compel  
That seeming Treachery: but my revole  
You know was grounded upon honest thoughts,  
And that we both meant safety to the King.  Duke. 
Thou speakest an Angel-truth.— But to Our Right.  Hor. 
We all salute you King.  Capt. Sould. 
Long live Alphonso, King of us and Naples.  Duke. 
We hearty your Acclamations greet.  
Let all these Princely bodies be exposed  
To public grief for a convenient time,  
And then interred with high solemnity.  
As for that Caitiff Slave, whose impious crimes  
All Precedents exceed; so let his Grave  
Be in the bowels of devouring Wolves,  
To whom let it be cast a prey, whilst we  
Mutually grieve his great impiety.  Exeunt.  

EPILOGUE.  
Wit's's grown so poor, those Poets now excel  
That in a Play express but one thing well:  
If new, 'tis such a Miracle in Wit,  
You ought admire, but not to censure it.  
Yet Gallants, you do not consider this,  
But boldly censure every thing amiss;  
As if that Poets ought to have no fault,  
When very Gods themselves do sometimes halt.  
Troth you'd do well, before you censure it,  
To try yourselves if you can better it:  
Which if ye effect, your Work much better shames  
Those you'd condemn, than now your loud exclaims.  
But this our Author knew when first he writ,  
He did create you Judges of his Wit,  
Without disputing of your learned skill;  
His Dooms wholly depending on your Will.  
Therefore proceed: whate'er your sentence be,  
'Twill but at worst complete his Tragedy.  
But if in's favour you your Verdict give,  
Loudly proclaim your Votes, and let it live.  
FINIS.