ANDRONICUS COMNENIUS: A Tragedy. By JOHN WILSON. Juvenal, Sat. 13. — Fatebere tandem, Nec surdum, nec Tiresiam, quenquam esse Deorum. — At last you'll find, That Heaven is neither deaf, nor blind. LONDON, Printed for John Starkey, at the Mitre between the Middle-Temple Gate and Temple-Bar in Fleetstreet. 1664. To my Friend A. B. IF ever you gave yourself the divertisement of reading the Preface to my Comedy of the Cheats, you may remember, I did as good as protest against Apologies; and yet, the case happens to be such at present, that I find myself (how unwilling soever) engaged to tread that path yet once again: To tell you how long since this Tragedy was first written, or why it has not been since acted, were but (in effect) to suspect your memory; 'Tis enough to me that you know both, and I doubt not, will be ready to do me right as you see occasion:— I pass it, and according to our wonted freedom shall only speak a few words to the thing— A Story of the Eastern Empire, between the years 1179. and 1183; and such perhaps, as might not be thought altogether unparalel to what ourselves have seen, were not the one, but too fresh in our memories, and the other, too far removed from our knowlodge— And now me thinks I hear you charging me with a Non bene conveniunt, The Story of 3 or 4 years, cramped into fewer hours! And why not?— My design was a History, and if I have kept the Connection, I may reasonably presume I have observed enough— Nay further, if I have dealt with it, as Procrustes with his guests, loped some, or stretched others, be pleased to consider, 'twas for the same reason, that I might the better fit unto my own moddel:— To be short, if I have once again made my thoughts legible, and myself the subject of every man's opinion, how weak soever, be pleased, to such cavils as you may chance to meet with, to oppose this— That notwithstanding I may have written some few Plays, yet the Stage is the last thing I shall pretend to; And therefore, though possibly I could wish, Ut placerent quas fecissem fabulas, yet I was never so much in love with a full cry, as to believe, that all opened alike, or that the approbation of one wise man, was not more worth, than the noise of a multitude:— Let me not seem immodest if I close all with that of Plautus Virtute ambire oportet, non favitoribus; Sat habet favitorum semper qui recte facit. Farewell Your etc. J. Wilson. Jan. 15th. 1663. THE PERSONS. Alexius Comnenius A Youth, (the Son and Successor of Manuel Comnenius) Emperor of Constantinople Anna His Wife, (a Daughter of France) afterwards married by Andronicus. Maria Caesarissa Half sister to Alexius, And Wife to Caesar, an Italian Lord (only mentioned, but appears not.) Sebastus The Husband of Xene, the Widow of Manuel; who by debauching the Emperor's Youth, had got the management of Affairs. Andronicus Comnenius A Prince of the blood; banished by Manuel; but being called home to counterpoise Sebastus, usurps upon Alexius; murders him, and marries Anna. Manuel His Son. Conto Admiral of the Galleys. All of them, together with Maria & Basilius a Bishop often mentioned, but appears not, of the Conspiracy to bring in Andronicus. Constantinus Lords of the best extraction. All of them, together with Maria & Basilius a Bishop often mentioned, but appears not, of the Conspiracy to bring in Andronicus. Ducas Lords of the best extraction. All of them, together with Maria & Basilius a Bishop often mentioned, but appears not, of the Conspiracy to bring in Andronicus. laparda's Lords of the best extraction. All of them, together with Maria & Basilius a Bishop often mentioned, but appears not, of the Conspiracy to bring in Andronicus. Stephanus Captain of the Guard to Alexius: And afterwards to Andronicus. All of them, together with Maria & Basilius a Bishop often mentioned, but appears not, of the Conspiracy to bring in Andronicus. Basilius' Precedent of the City. Both Confidents to Andronicus. All of them, together with Maria & Basilius a Bishop often mentioned, but appears not, of the Conspiracy to bring in Andronicus. Mamalus Secretary of State during the time of Manuel; laid by by Sebastus. Philo Andronicus' Zany. Isaacius Angelus A Gentleman of the blood, a far off, but living obscurely in a Monastery, not taken notice of by Andronicus; but (the rest of the blood being destroyed) he is in a Tumult set up against Andronicus, and carries the Empire. Citizens. Guards. Servants. Fiddlers. The Scene, CONSTANTINOPLE. ANDRONICUS COMNENIUS A Tragedy. ACT. I. SCE. I. Enter laparda's. Ducas. Du. 'TIs strange! and were't not for that ready faith I owe your Lordship, I had sooner taken Another Article to my Creed:— A Woman! And yet so large a soul— your Lordship's merry. La. Troth no, she fixed me Ducas— when I saw How she first took the question; stated it; Ran the whole matter; and where danger offered, Past it with such a careless scorn— Believe me It made me wonder into what narrow cranny My soul had crept;— Du. You've such a knack at speeching; You either find'um good, or make 'em so; Rack me no longer (dearest Sir) let's have it: La. And willingly— we met— you know the place; Nor was th' appearance small; And as in Councils, There never was a fool (at least, that would Be thought so) Every man let fly his bolt; One offered this; Another, that; The point, Was common danger; All agreed the thing, But few, the way of helping it; that plague, And mischief of great actions (Let's do better) Had so unhinged their souls; until Maria Summed up their little all— Told 'em, they'd lost The question; and 'twas not their well-being, But being, was the point; not what Greece should be, But whose it was— and when they threw in doubts; That thou hadst seen her how she blew 'em off; Snuffed at their scruples— and is this (quoth she) The Lion in the way? Can danger balk Men once resolved?— Be that Bugbear mine; I dare encounter it, and act, what e'er You all dare think.— Du. 'Twas a brave Virago; A wonder of her Sex! A Phoenix sure! La. I: you'd have sworn it, had you heard, that world, Of which, this is but an imperfect Globe; A wrong side of the hangings.— Du. But my Lord, How was it relished? Did not their seats grow warm? La. No— But they all looked wistly one on tother, As who would say, 'twas true enough, but yet Some passages might have been well forborn: Du. What was the issue?— La. Why,— they all shook hands, And by a general vote, centred in this; That men, and moneys must be raised, to break The present faction; and themselves would do't: Next, that Andronicus be invited home To head the forces; which, Maria prayed Might be her part o'th' work; which once agreed, Sooner than thought they fell into their gears, Each man subscribed his task, gave order straight For her instructions, and have since dispatched her: Du. But no account as yet?— La. Not possible: 'Tis scarce 2 months since she departed hence, And we forbade all Packets; But, this night She is expected:— Good my Lord be there; Your Proxy'll serve no longer; I have told 'em Your Gout is over.— Du. I shall my Lord: my fate Runs hand in hand with yours: Enter Mamalus. But see! who's coming yonder? I'm mistaken Or 'tis Mamalus— He was an honest Courtier, And our true friend— why should not he make one? La. He is best able; All the affairs of Greece Have past his hand, and with no ill success: Du. Let's try— my Honour for his secrecy. La. With all my heart:— see— he comes up to you. Du. Mamalus! save you;— 'Tis an age, or better, Since we last met.— Ma. The loss (my Lords) was mine: La. But whence our friend? turned Courtier again? How goes all there? Ma. Troth I've scarce seen the place, Since my great Lord, and master, Manuel died; I can nor fawn, nor truckle. La. Pettish I warrant!— I'm ashamed, Mamalus, Is it a Courtier's part to show his teeth, Before he bite? to breath a pitiful revenge, ere he have power to act— No,— great men's injuries, Are best remedied, by not understanding 'em, Or seeming t'ave forgot 'em, whereas otherwise, You're sure to be prevented with a greater; Have a good heart:— I not forbid thee strike, But do it sure.— Ma. Your Lordship's wide o'th' mark; Yet since you name the Court, when were you there? Du. Troth we come there, and that is all: we're grown, Barely spectators; idle lookers on: Sometimes perhaps, out of a Compliment, To countenance a business, or concur; We're called to Council too: La. And what of that? Matters of consequence, we must not know, Nor is it out of love to us, but fear, Of what may follow, that we've kept our heads. Ma. And can you blame me then, that have no stake, If I sit out, when you that have the greatest, Have such ill carding?— Du. Break his neck that packed 'em; Come,— join with us— Shuffle, and cut again: Ma. I am no Conjurer; your Lordship must Speak plainer, ere I understand you right. La. Give us thy hand, and word for secrecy. Ma. You have 'em both.— La. Then to be short, we're lost; And so's the Empire— Now to recover it, Most of the Lords, and Officers of state, Are joined, Nor want we Men, or Arms, or Money: Andronicus the head, at least we hope so. Ma. But why my Lords such haste? Must a man Lop A limb cause out of joint? knock out his brains, To cure the Headache?— what's to be done but once Should be considered twice:— Mutations Are ever dangerous, even where the thing Might have been good, and profitable at first; It being impossible to provide against Those inconveniences, we can't foresee. La. But there's no other way— Has not Sebastus Turned us quite Topsy Turvy?— Disobliged; The Nobles trampled under foot the Commons? Ma. 'Tis granted:— But, why this last remedy? Bear it a little;— Time, many work it off: Come, come; Close with him: Blow the bladder stiff, And it must crack:— By pulling others down, He has o'er built himself.— Du. We've often thought so, But find it otherwise.— Ma. Admitting yet, You must be changing; how are you secure He that comes next, shall not be worse?— who (Pray) Shall keep the Keepers?— Du. We have ordered that. Ma. But why Andronicus of all the world? Du. Why? He's a Soldier; and a Prince o' th' blood; And valiant enough;— Ma. So much the worse: What were a virtue in another, in him, May prove a crime:— He is too near the Crown Already; and this gives him th' occasion, Of grasping that, he has so long designed: I dare not— Nay, I must not join— The wolf, Shall never have my voice to make him Shepherd; But yet, to show your Lordships I'll be secret, I'll trust you with as much.— You may remember; My Master banished him; but why, I'll tell you. He is a Prince of the most daring soul Ere dropped from Heaven; industrious, vigilant, Kind, affable, magnificent:— Yet all this good, Nay, all his lusts and passions Are slaves to his Ambition: Take him there, Nothing can hold him; Laws, Religion, All Sacred, or civil, are no more then— This. Du. But we'll provide for that: We'll tie him up Fast under hand, and seal, well-backt with Oaths. Ma. Tie him with Oaths!— Ha!— You may sooner hold An angry Lion, with a clew of thread, Giants, with rotten tow.— Th' old Emperor found it; When having forgiven him so oft, he still Broke out a new;— Swore, and forswore again: Until necessity made him resolve, To kill, or banish him: which last took place; Pray Heaven 't' as altered him;— Howe'er, let me Remain your Lordship's servant:— Both. Friend you mean;— farewell: Exit Mamalus. La. 'tis time that we went too: Du. I wait your motion. Exeunt. ACT. I. SCE. II. Enter Sebastus. Constantinus. COnst. Now good my Lord— ' Has been an ancient servant Unto our Family— 'Tis the least I can: Pray let him have it.— Seb. How was your Lordship saying? I did not mind you well— my head's so full: scratches Con. O'th' simples Aside come I beg but seldom; shall I send him to kiss your hands? Seb. Matters of State Beat all things out;— Con. No— 'tis your oval Crown Aside Lets nothing in.— Seb. But good my Lord, what is't? It must be somewhat more than in my power, When you're denied.— Con. Troth 'tis a very nothing. Seb. Why then— you have it— is your Lordship pleased. Con. Ha!— yours is pleasant;— 'tis a little odd thing. The Majordomo to his Majesty's Bears. Seb. Certain my Lord it is too mean a place, And he might find much better— what is't worth? Con. not much above 2 hundred crowns a year, Besides the blessing that attends an Office. Seb. Stay! Majordomo— Let me see— I doubt Somewhat was done in't lately scratches Oh! I have't. Alas my Lord 'tis gone;— disposed in troth: Now I'm so sorry: Con. But to whom?— or how? Seb. Why— I'm mistaken, or the Emperor gave it To scratches an old servant of his Fathers:— Con. Strange! Eagles do seldom stoop so low:— Seb. Then 'twas My wife;— and like enough it might be so. But there are other things as good, or better, And might be found if men were diligent. Trust me I am so vexed,— I'll tell my Wife What a displeasure she hath done your Lordship. Exit. Con. Your Lordship's.— Gon! disposed!— my life this fellow Would sell his soul, were any man so mad To bid him money for't— Was this a thing To be believed?— the Devil of such a servant, Or Office, I yet ever heard, or dreamed; But now I see, 'tis good to try one's friends, ere a man needs 'em;— And the same have I The nature of this beast— Now is he gone To hunt a chapman;— but the scent (beloved) Will be cold, ere you light on one— Dull Greece! Where is thy soul? What magic? or what fate Has dampt thy spirits? canst thou live, yet be Bulled by this Urchin? Canst thou breathe, yet suffer Such a slave ride thee? such a Tinsel bauble! No— know fond man, though Greece be fast asleep. Her Genius wakes, nor shall thy formal nothing, Brave it much longer;— dirt thou art, and dirt Shall be thy last, and sudden too;— 'tis done, The better half, what is once well begun. Exit. ACT. I. SCE. III. Enter Philo solus with a Letter in his hand. PH. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! To see this world! Luck's all: 'Tis better to be fortunate, Than be a rich Man's Son:— Hear are boy's scrambling; One gets an Apple, t'other a broken pate. There's good Luck, and bad Luck: Yonder a knot of Rogue's rebel— the poor ones Hang for Example; And the great ones are Scratches Even what they please— Good luck, and bad luck too. 'Tis now two years since first my Master sent me To manage his design within this City; And what have I done there?— Only deserved For to hanged— Many an honester man Then both, has marched that way:— But the luck's all: See! Shows his letter I've received intelligence from him That what we have been hammering so long Is just dropped into's mouth: 'Tis offered him: Here is a kennel of such precious Curs, They cannot rule, themselves; and now they Court The Devil, to part stakes: I hope he will Remember 'em in time:— Troth they deserve it. Well: I must to 'em: But to bring me there, Find out Maria— Now the wit of Woman! — I see they may be trusted with more secrets Besides their husband's: Though in troth I judge, 'twas the best place to lodge one safe; wise men ne'er look for't there:— Enter Manuel in a disguise. — But what have we got here? A piece of Poetry in Prose! Ha! Ha! A small Philosopher, but that he wears A brawling— I'ron: He walks as if he were Measuring feet with the Antipodes, Or treading out the Saxon Ordeal; Sure it would speak— I'll step aside, and see. Man. Vain state of wretched man, that only knows What yet he found too soon, his misery: Where is that happiness Phisolophers So much contend for? I have often met The name, but ne'er the thing: sure 'tis their Stone, In other words; or having trod that path So long, I must have reached my journey's end; One would have thought, my birth (to say no more) Had been enough t'ave given me title to't: But now, I am convinced, 'tis but a dream, An airy fancy; Or if yet there be More in't, 'tis negative; and to be happy, Is only not to be miserable. But what do I thus fondly to complain In such a common case? Trace far and near And all alike; no satisfaction. Now I see Nature took a fall when young, She has so limpt e'er since: What's all this world, But several Purlieves of wild Beasts, that walk On their hin' legs; wherein, not always strength, But such as have the cleanliest conveyance, Drive the dull-staring-heard before 'um? What's all that noise, and cry of public good, But a conspiracy of the richer sort, To grind the poor, and fence themselves with Laws, To keep that safely, they've unjustly got? What makes a Traitor, but a ruined cause? Or Heretics, but being less in number? Nay, what are even our greater ties become, But Bawds to interest; and specious names, To cover great men's wrongs?— who then would live That had but soul enough to die? or be A Prisoner, when the keys of his own Prison, Hang by his side, and may discharge himself? And so will I (draws) 'tis worthy of my blood, Here sets the hilt to ground take your virtue back again who gave it, And by your leave.— Philo comes from behind the hangings, and trips his Sword away. Ph. And mine too if you please. Man. Still more misfortune! What art thou? 'Twas rude To take that from me, which thou darest not give: Man. riseth and runs upon t' others point. Ph. Stand off— nay since you must pursue your folly, Hold— there's your sword again— draw They fight, and close; in the close. Ph. knows him, throws away his sword, and kneels. My honoured Lord! Now shall I bless, or curse my hand? Man. Be gone, And tempt thy fate no longer.— Ph. My best Lord, Yet hear me speak.— Man. Rise and be sudden then. Ph. I shall (rises) and since this combat of your passions May've checked each other; give your reason time To breathe a while: consider what you're doing: It is an injury to yourself, and nature: Nature preserves itself, and taught not this; Nor promised any by Privation, Bliss. Man. Injurious to myself? it cannot be: I'm willing; injury supposes force: Nor yet 'gainst nature: for then surely they Whom no Religion awed (as havinged not) Had never used, at least affected it; Then take your Argument, or tell me why Nature yet left it in our power to die? Ph. She could not help it; to have made a man, And yet denied him liberty of will, Had been t'ave given him wings, and clipped 'em too. Yet take't with its restriction, she ne'er meant Because you might, you should destroy yourself; If all should do the same, where were the world? Man. What's that to me? would the whole world lay here; claps his hand upon his heart. And I'd soon' solve the question.— Ph. Yet show me Some late example of this kind; this humour Has wormed itself quite out of date.— Man. Disuse, is a poor Argument— Let Children fear To sit alone, because their candle's out, It is enough to me, there is yet left This remedy, and triumph over Fortune: Be gone.— Ph. I must not; 'tis now worth yourself To dare to live; who ever sunk his ship Because he feared a storm might do it for him? Or killed himself to save his enemy pains? Life is a warfare, and who quits the field Without a lawful Passport, runs away. Man. And so do thou; and quickly;— or by this Man. Shakes his sword at him. I shall too soon confute your Argument. Ph. What will your noble Father say?— Man. Ha!— Father! There's magic in the word; 't'as chilled my blood Into a Palsy— Hence— I dare not trust My resolution, nor thy tattle, longer; Ph. How will he bear 't I say, when he shall hear His son thus sacrificed to his Return? Man. Return!— there's witchcraft in thy breath— begone; And stagger me no longer with false hopes; Ph. Credit me once,— By all that's Great, or Good: He's now in Greece, nay, near this City too. Man. Shall I believe thee?— no— it must not be; Somewhat within me whispers, 'tis not so. Yet say he were.— He has believed me lost These many years; and why should I now add New sorrows to myself, or him; to see him And yet want power to help him?— Ph. Fear not that, You have; I'll chalk you out the way: And if You see him not ere many hours shall pass, As glorious as the Sun broke through a cloud; Then let that mischief you designed yourself, Fall headlong upon me. Man. Well— for a while· I'll give thee hearing;— Sheaths his Sword. Take up that— and help me To put it on again— so— so— 'Tis well. Ph. takes up his grey peruwick, and helps him on 〈◊〉 ai●. Exeunt. ACT. I. SCE. IU. Enter Constantinus, Stephanus, Basilius. BAs. 'Twas a good humour.— Const. Good! I'll undertake You shall not think that thing, he shall not swallow. Bas. 'Tis such a starched intelligible Ass! Ste. And may become a Fair a twelve month hence; Const. A dainty fine new-nothing!— an odd Scheme. Of knave, and fool: where yet, the fool's Ascendent, And Lords the Horoscope; too much the fool, to conceal handsomely the knave; and yet Not knave enough, to act the cunning fool: I shall forbear a farther Lecture on him, I'm sure he'll stink, ere I get half way through him. Ste. I would he knew how well his friends thought of him: To them Conto, laparda's, Ducas. Bas. See! here are more of 'em— Const. My Lords, all health:— They salute each other. What say you? Shall we fall to our business? Cont. When you please. They take their seats. Const. You know my Lords what we resolved on last; Have you received any account as yet? Is our Maria safe, or the work done? Cont. She is returned this night, and sent me word She would be here: But what is done I know not. Ste. 'Tis a brave Lady: Troth I half despaired T' have heard of her so soon:— Cont. Pray Heaven it ben't Too soon to all our Costs? Your Lordships knows, he is ambitious.— Const. And who is not pray? It is the spur of every generous soul; And were not you the same, what make you here? Du. But 't had been prudence t'ave secured ourselves: Const. I hope there's no such need— Here comes a Lady Enter Maria led by Philo. Will quickly end the difference— Let's go meet her; They all rise and go to meet her. Exit Philo. Madam— you're well returned— and yet, not I, But Greece, must speak it; Omnes. Royal Maria welcome. They all kiss her hand. Mar. My Lords and Gentlemen I thank you: And am sufficienrly repaid my pains In your acceptance; please you keep your seats, And I'll acquaint you what I've done. Const. Blessed Madam; Our life, and death, hang on your lips;— And yet, Me thinks that face speaks a good Augury, Mar. Then know my Lords— I have dispatched your message, and here bring you All you could ask, or think— the Sea proved calm, The willing winds smiled on the enterprise, And left me not till I had reached Onaeum; Where I soon found Andronicus (his fame Needed no guides) But, in that blessed retirement, That all those things which we call happiness, Might have took copy from't, but still come short. Not to amuse you longer, I presented Your Letters, and he read 'em o'er; but when He saw the business; troth he wept, and wished It had been in his power to have complied; But he was old, and had given o'er the world To younger men, And his ambition now, Was for a better: yet he sight, and wept, And wept, and sight; and sight, and wept again: And thus he kept me many days, yet still I pressed him forward, told him, Greece was sunk, Unless he buoyed it up; That the Court had More factions, than Lords; the Commons pressed; The Empire shattered; nothing could restore, But his last hand: beseeched him to forget His banishment, and him that laid it on: At length he pawsed, and pausing, asked me how It could be done; he was but one, and Arms, Not lazy wishes, must accomplish it: ‛ On which I showed him all the whole design, The persons names, what force we had already; And what expected to be hired from thence; Well, to be short, I did at last prevail, And with his help, procured 5000 Foot, Yet left him not, till I had seen all shipped, And safe amidst our fleet, where he now rides, Before the City, and resolves to land, This very night, and sack her round ere morn: 'Tis more than time my Lords that you were gone; There's one came with me has your Orders ready: Conto. But what conditions has he signed.— Mar. Much more she throws them a blank. Than you desired— he bid you write your own, And he hath sworn religiously to observe 'um. Cont. What's here! a blank? 'Tis what I thought; h'as To nothing, and nothing he'll perform: would I (sworn were fairly rid on't.— La. So would I.— Du. And I: Lap. We're fooled so prettily; Cont. Or we may in time. Cont. Lap. Ducas, rise, walk, and whisper. Bas. Did ever men confound a business so? My soul! we're lost— we shall be all discovered: Ste. I know not what their fear may do: 'twere best To knock 'em i'th' head, and give it out The Soldiers did it; if our business thrive, We're well enough; if not, we save ourselves, The dead can tell no tales.— Bas. 'Twere not amiss: What says my Lord?— Const. Let's hear 'em once again; And royal Madam see what you can do. Mar. Well my good Lords; What would you now be at? Are you resolved as yet?— Cont. Why— we'll consider't; They offer to go out, Maria stops 'um. And send you back our answer.— Mar. How's this? consider?— Is't your fear, or Fate? Blisters of Greatness, Whom the stupid Age Dull as yourselves,— calls Lords? What prompts you this Irresolution? You all confess, The Empire flames, and yourselves must burn with it; And yet (forsooth) you first strain courtesy Who shall begin, or which the way to quench it: Nor is that block sooner removed, but that You stumble on another, and then too When one would think you had been all resolved; You must be now secure! Call you this Lording? I shame to hear't; And, but my sex forbids, I should suspect your Mothers.— Was't for this My glorious Father made all Asia bow, Confess his Empire, And had nature pleased, Shaked all the world— At least, brought tother Eagle Back to her nest again? Was it for this? For this, I say, your famous Ansires' spread Their flying Banners, far as earth had shore, Only to leave the empty fame to you; Away— Agree: Occasion calls you forth, Show whose you are, and justify your Mothers: Const. 'Tis a brave mettled Amazon.— Conto: Lapet: Ducas walk up & down biting their lips. Ste. Y' faith She nettles 'em:— Mar. For shame my Lords, resolve Time runs away; 'Tis execution Makes counsels walk invisible, And like arrows, Out run the eye, and hit the mark e'er seen. What is't you fear? If't be Andronicus, You have his Honour, and his Oath engaged: Or if Sebastus? fancy not to meet, Augustus' Arts, not yet Tiberius' cunning; No, no; he's nothing but a thick sculed Stallion, A very sot; And such a snivelling coward; 'Tis favour to call him so: Then courage Lords; Challenge your birthright; be no more tame fools, Dull heavy beasts, so jaded from your spirits, That Honour cannot spur you up; Come; Come; Mind what you should:— 'Tis now too late t'advise, For Greece, at present, wants more hands, than eyes. Conto. Why, I still meant it: La. we'd as good be lost In going through, as lose our heads for nothing. Du. Nay I'll do what you will: what you resolve To do, do quickly.— Mar. Now you speak like men.— Come my Lords— All's well again— And for any thing that remains, we shall better order it within. Exeunt. ACT. I. SCE. V. Enter Andronicus solus. THus far 'tis well, and I returned again, To thank thee Greece; nor have thy wrongs been sown On barren ground, but such as shall repay The principal, with its forbearance too: I am a Prince; who dares deny't; He breathes His last, that answers no: He damns his soul In that one negative: There's but a step 'Twixt me, and the imperial Crown:— Nor should That coward wear't, that dares not venture for't: Was this the reason, my blind Mistress, that You struck at me? That thus you deal with all, Fortune (like butchers) makes the fairest fall: But stay— I'm still upon my feet, and will Keep up my chin in spite of her; if she Will not assist, the world shall know I can Do it without her help; nor shall she share, A doit i'th' praise, when I arrived at top, Thus— grasp my wish;— Yet say I were as flat As she could lay me; at the lowest Ebb; I would not yet give out; 'twere poor to fear, Who is past hope, he should be past despair: I'll run the hazard then, and if I fall, What in me lies, I'll pluck all after me; Nor leave behind me such a one that shall So much as muttered— No— my very name Shall fright the world— And make future times Fondly attempt my History, but not reach it. Who follow, tead where men have trod before; Who is example, must be some thing more. Exit. ACT. II. SCE. I. Alarms as at the Sack of a Town: Shouts within— Enter Sebastus as in a fright. SEb. Undone, undone:— That ever Man should be Lost ere he dreamt it— Whither shall I run To hide myself? Shout.— Hark— They've won the City. Enter Alexius and Anna. Alex. What sudden noise is this?— Seb. I'cannot tell. Anna Who should tell then?— Sebastian, They say Andronicus Has landed 30000 Horse and Foot. And is now storming of the City. Anna One would have thought you should have looked to this: Seb. Who would imagine Banishment a place To raise an Army? Or suspect the Fleet? Alex. No doubt but he's well backed by some at home: Anna. Too true I fear me: Seb. will't please your Majesty to get away, e'er't be too late?— Alez. No— I have done no wrong, Unless to wear a Crown may be called such. Seb. You will do well enough, who ever suffer. To Anna Pray think on me: Anna Yes— I'll remember you, And if my word will do't— Seb. Do't without doubt. Anna I'll have thee hanged:— Thou coward— Take thy Sword, And if thou canst not find a man, that loves thee So well, as to die by thy side; yet go, And thrust thyself amids thy thickest foes; It may deceive the world; thy life's not worth His pains, that takes it from thee.— Alarum— Shouts. Seb. Hark! again! The Palace is beset— I've but one shift, And if that fail me then good night to all. Enter Andronicus as giving order to some within And. See that the Soldiers make no outrages Upon the Palace; there are franks enough Within the City, and good pillage too: Set your guards round; besure no great ones scape; And if you take Sebastus, bore his eyes out; But see— The Emperor— I must to him— Heaven Goes up to him, and kneels and kisseth his feet Preserve your Majesty, and confound your foes. Alex. Cousin you're well returned; and might have been As welcome with fewer followers: however; rise: Give me thy hand, and unto Heaven thy knee. And Next that, unto my Prince: and do not think He riseth Deard Sovereign, that I intent you hurt Although I knocked thus rudly; all my aim Was to remove your wardship, and I've don't. And now you're free: free, as the air you breath: Make the experiment; and if you doubt my faith, Bid me return to banishment— I'm gone: An. I know not why, But I don't like his looks. Aside. Alex. Cousin I thank you; and believe you too: The Helm requires your help:— I cannot trust it Into a better hand— But pray forget, Those injuries, my Father put upon you: I am no otherwise entitled to 'em, Than as I am his Son.— And. Had they been more, I could have passed 'em all, yet never canceled That double tie of loyalty, and blood: 'Twas not his fault, but my unlucky fate, To have my love misconstrued; Not the burden That grieved me, but the hand; not banishment, But that 'twas caused by him— However let Revenge sleep with his ashes; I will pay All mine in service to your Majesty; And to that end have I embarked at present: Alex. Pray let me see you often:— Farewell: Exeunt Alex. Anna An. All happiness attend your Majesties. Yes— you shall see me; I, and feel me too ere you're much elder— thoust a double crime, First that thouart Emperor; next, that Manuel got thee; Cursed Manuel! would thou liv'dst; I'd make the feel The weight of my Revenge; I scorn to raze Thy monument, or to ungrave thy dust; I rather wish the rest of all my foes Entombed as fairly— But thy Son, thy Wife, Thy friends, or whatsoever may prop either, I will destroy— And make this Boy to know, They're Children, trust a reconciled foe. Enter Philo. How now! what news? have you disposed the Army Into good quarters? Are the Lords well pleased? Phil. Yes, as success can make 'em; and the People Call you the public Father— Scarce a house Without its bonfire:— An. Then the ground-work's laid: But prithee tell me (for I must acknowledge Thy management) how got you this odd rabble? Their tempers are more different than their faces: 'Twould puzzle the Devil to suit 'em into pairs. Phil. Oh Sir! I've taken more shapes than Proteus knew: Been every thing, to every man; divided, And subdivided 'em again: most men Have their blind sides; But these, are blind on both. An. But how didst pick 'em out?— Phil. He that will make Aught of the husband must begin with th'wife: I've dealt 'twixt bark and tree, Turned Confessor, And now and then held forth; Talked of ingoing, And of outgoing, So thin and body less, That I was forced t'assign six or seven marks, To know it by, Twelve consequent effects, Nineteen persuasions; Besides, ways to get it, Innumerable.— An. You are merry Philo! I fain would give myself the loose— Proceed. Phil. And since your highness gives me leave, I shall Set out my Cattle.— I've one (but he's a scabbed sheep) a Tailor; And he's been studying these twenty years A Querpo cut of Government: I told him 'twas special good, and must be well received: Another, A Philosopher by fire, And he has broke his brains to find the powder, To cleanse Houses-of-office without stinking; And him, I have possessed 'tis the first step To the Philosopher's stone; too great a thing For any private man; however he Should (as the first Inventor) have the Patent; Tother a one-eyed Cobbler; Him I humoured As a fit instrument to stitch a hole i'th' Common Wealth; when in a trice he threw His wax to th' Devil, and his Awl to's Dam: Tother a Mealman; And he was for sifting The flower of pure doctrine, from the bran Of superstition; which his neighbour Baker, Likeed well, and cried, he'd leave the Leaven out: There's scarce a trade of which I have not one; And to keep all together, I've a small Levite; He does so tew the Pope; That man of sin, The Whore of Babylon; and when he takes a run 'Gainst sense, and Antichrist, the Clock can't stop him. An. 'Tis such a rope of sand! Howe'er they have Done their work well enough.— Phil. And are apt matter Ready disposed for what you'd have 'em next. And. But what was he that skuttled by my side As I came in: He went as if his head Would run away with's shoulders?— Phil. Can you blame A Bowl to wabble that hath lost its bias? He's been an old State-martyr.— And. I remember him; He was a Scribbler in the old Emperor's days. Phil. And has done special service for your Highness; Not that he loves you more than him, but hates Whatever's uppermost.— And. Then 'twere best hang him, To please the people.— Phil. You may do what you will, 'Tis but a halter lost.— And. But what was he (Don't you remember him) that led the Van, And stormed the Citadel? I saw it all: Thrice he came on, and thrice beat back again; But (as a happy Omen to my cause) Brought off th' Imperial Eagle in his hand; Rallied his men upon the spot again, Mounted the walls afresh, and leapt among 'em: And as you've seen a flock of sheep, when one Breaks through the hedge, the rest straight follow him: So here; his Soldiers, as ashamed to see One single man give battle to the Empire, Leapt after him, and (while you'd say, what's this?) Carried the place— Canst tell me what he was? Phil. Yes, he's a Gentleman of noble blood; And if your Highness please to ratify What I have done, the Regiment is his. And. With all my heart, and thank him too— Where is he? Phil. Here in the Palace Sir.— And. Go fetch him to me. Phil. I shall:— Exit Philo. And. This single soul is worth two Empires: Just such another had my Manuel been, But that he fell too soon:— For all the rest, How I could hate 'um?— What's the best of men? That he must be beholding to such slaves: But, it must be— I have a greater work For 'em to do; over their shoulders, I Must climb th' Imperial Throne; No matter how: He that attempts a wickedness, must lay Through a greater wickedness his way: Sin, sin must hide; Thus Architects do roll Stone, upon stone, and so cement the whole: I have my Agents, that shall buzz the people, How fit it is Alexius youth should have One that may help, and share in Government; And whom more fit than I, whom every mouth Terms the preserver of their liberty: Nor shall they want rewards— Tush, 'tis but lent; I can as easy pluck it back, as squeeze A sponge that's full: One need not far to find A staff to beat a dog; nor circumstance, To make him guilty, that's before foredoomed; Thus when they've done I'll throw the rod i'th' fire; And break the ladder when't' as raised me higher; Enter Philo conducting Manuel. Now thou hast brought me something— How he looks! As he would shake the world— you're welcome Sir: I have sent for you, first to acknowledge, next, To thank your valour:— Man. 'Twas my duty Sir. And Call't what you will, I do assure you thus hugs him. I cherish it— And now, to let you know How I can value virtue where I find it; I ratify whatever Philo promised: I've a strange curdling in my blood; what ails me? aside Man. I thank your Highness.— Phil. So do I; you never Could have bestowed it better.— Philo plucks off Manuels' disguise And. Ha! what's this? Some Devil has assumed my Manuel's shape, To vex my soul— But I shall conjure him, draws And blow this thickened cloud to Air again. Man. kneels Man. Your blessing Royal Sir— forbear a while: I am your Son, your Manuel; not slain As was supposed.— And. Stand up and let me feel thee: And. feels him 'Tis flesh, and warm— And now, I own thee too: Welcome my Manuel to thy Father, welcome: Let me embrace my Son— Me thinks I'm young, And have snatched forty years from time; my blood Beats high, and strong again— But prithee tell me; Twenty at least have sworn they saw thee fall, But (like thyself) oppressed, not overcome. Man. How 'twas I fell I know not, but next day A Country man searching to find his Son Among the dead, found me (almost one wound) But yet not breathless, and in charity Conveyed me to his house, and used me so, As he had known whom 'twas he entertained; And that I am (next Heaven) I owed to him. And. Philo, take care 2000 Crowns be sent him; And my faith too, to his next wish: He was an honest man; Phil. It shall be done my lord— And. Come Manuel; I'm but too happy now:— Some little mischief To turn this Tide; Lest swelling up, it tear Its banks, & drown, what it but thought to cheer. Exeunt. ACT. II. SCE. II. Enter Mamalus Solus. MAm. Unhappy Greece; or more unhappy me, That live to see this day; How is thy sword Turned on thyself? and thine old foe invited Unto the Funeral of thy liberty? Pray Heaven my Augury prove false; but yet Me thinks I see a cloud hang o'er thy head, And I'm afraid, will break too soon— That State Is passed its Zenith, that ne'er learns to do, But by undoing; and that ne'er sees order, But where disorder shows it; some cursed star Has fired the people, and our seditious Peers, Bring fuel to't; if one should ask 'em now What they would have? not one of 'em can tell; But praise those times of old, they only heard of; And damn the present; though they neither know, What's the disease, nor yet the remedy; And now, Andronicus is the great Idol, The Father of his Country, and what not? A man may safer speak 'gainst Heaven, than him; Him, whom last year they cursed, and ten to one Will do't again before the next be passed: Nor will he lose his time, he knows they're clay, And may be moulded to what shape he pleases: The people is a skittish beast, and must Be smoothed, and stroked, till he get into th' saddle: He's at it now; but if he once get there, (Which Heaven forbid) they'll find both switch and spur: His age, has more of fire, than Phaethon's youth; He knows no mean; but as his soul is large, So is his courage; Think, and act, to him Are the same things, only removed in time; He's not like others; He was born to rule Within an empty sphere, for such he'll make it; And christian that solitude, with the name of Peace; Enter Conto leading Maria: Constantinus, Ducas, Lapardus. Other, they're like t'ave none;— But see! my friends That brought him in; ' My life they rue it first. Omnes. Mamalus!— well met; Mam. Your Lordships; servant. They salute. Mar. And now my Lords will you believe me next? Is not Andronicus the same I promised? Const. Yes troth he is; And praise can add as little Unto him, as detraction take from him. Conto But yet it does no hurt to talk a little; One may observe, more than another does: It did me good to see how he received us; Managed the storm, and when that brush was over, How he embraced us with the same even temper, As though he had not been concerned at all: Certain he must be wise;— Map. His long experience Must do't, if yet, it had not found him so. Du. And for his Valour, ask the meanest Soldier, And he will swear, it was his great example Put courage in 'em all; and like the soul, Did actuate the whole, and every part. Conto Most strangely liberal— Has given the Fleet Ten thousand Crowns, besides what other presents Has made to th' Officers— What pity 'tis The Empire lost so brave a man so long; Or since it has him now, age creeps upon him. Mar The greater is his glory: Had he been young, It had not been so much; though yet he has Out stripped what ever I or heard, or read: I'll vie his Autumn, with the pride of springs. Const. But hark you Gentlemen; you don't consider How much work's yet to do— The Council waits us: will't please your Highness walk?— Mar. Lead on my Lord; Exeunt Const. Conto. Maria. The Duke, and I will follow. Manent Lepardas' du. Mamalus. Lap. Now my good friend That are so costive of your faith!— How think you? Is not Andronicus a Gallant person? Mam. You know I told it you, and only doubted How long 'twas possible to keep him so; Then are you safe, and only then, when 'tis not Within his power, to hurt you if he would: I hope you've tied him up by hand and seal, Though you have done no more;— Lap. It needed not; We have his Honour, and his Oath engaged: Mam. To what?— Du. we'll tell you that, another time; Mam. How willingly these Lords would cheat themselves! Aside Lap. Me thought you said he was ambitious, But I'll be sworn he is the humblest man, I ever met with.— Mam. And that may be pride For ought we know— Who was the prouder pray Diogenes, that spurned at every thing, Or Alexander, that sat out at nothing? 'Tis dangerous; There is a rule in Ethics, That pride, which riseth from humility, Is hardest cured; because the vice is grounded Upon the virtue, and the sin, built on That, that should be the cure.— Lap. What should one talk To make an infidel a Proselyte: Farewell.— Du. — Farewell.— Mam. My noble Lords your servant. Exeunt: by several ways ACT. II. SCE. III. Enter Andronicus, and Philo. ANd. But did they relish it?— Phil. 'Twas not disliked, Nor much approved: But yet they drank your health, And swore you were the best, and bravest Prince That Greece e'er bred;— I only threw it out As 'twere by chance, than catched it back again To make 'em follow it;— What in the Lump Would fright, by piecemeal given, goes easy down. And. It was discreetly managed; you must ply 'em, For fear it cool.— Phil. I warrant you 'tis done: The women are all agogge; they would fain see Another show; Besides, I've promist'um, One's husband shall be this, and tother's that: Let it ferment a while, 'twill do itself. And. I like it well, leave me; and tell Basilius And Stephanus, that I expect 'em hear; Exit Philo An. What's the best workman without tools? I think I am fitted pretty well; The Fleet mine own, In spite of Conto; and the fool dreams it not: The City sure upon Basilius' score; The guards on Stephanus account; The Army, Upon my own: He that can lose this game, (By my consent) should never play another: And why should I suspect my fortune then? Who courts her, loses her; she is a whore, And must be ruffled; so will I; she never Coyed it to him, that boldly offered at her: I'll forward then; But as men get up stairs; Step, after Step; 'tis somewhat long, but sure; He that will get through a crowd, he must First wedge an elbow, than a shoulder in, And press on still, till the whole body follow; I must court every thing, submit to all; Tie up myself; yet what of that? A Lion, Is still a Lion, though his claws be pared? They'll grow again; he that doth otherwise, Falls foul of that odd solecism of power, Enter to him Bas. & Steph. To will the end, yet not the means endure. Welcome my friends, for that, & nothing else Must be the name hereafter: 'Tis we three Must make a new Triumvirate, and share Greece, and her glory; and throw in the world, As over weight;— What is't you may not have As cheap, as ask? But give yourselves the trouble To wish, and 'tis your own— Is it estate? The Empire, and her wealth, lie at your feet; Is it command? the Provinces are yours: Is it revenge? mark out your head, and have it; Would you a beauty? 'twill be offered you; Wives, by their Husband; Daughters, by their Mothers: And to complete all this, would you have honour? I am your servant; only mind yourselves; What say ' my noble friends?— Ste. 'Tis sealed, and done: Nor shall the fate, or fortune of the Empire Stave it off longer.— Bas. I have given my hand; Nor would I pluck it back, to save my head; Nay, though the Universe depended on't: And. Spoke like yourselves my friends hugs 'em Thus men resolve: Nothing remains, but that we deal like friends; That's free, and plainly.— Have you discoursed the thing Unto your Cousin Basilius? what says he? Bas. Yes;— and 'twill do:— But here's a Gentleman Will scarce believe't.— And. And why my Stephanus? Ste. Pox othese holy cheats— He humed, and hawed; Told me a sleeveless story; could not tell What God might suffer; and I know not what, Of dispensations, and providence; Pleaded his holy function; but at last, Promised neutrality, and secrecy: And. Oh! then he's sure enough.— Bas. My life for yours, Do you but make it Law, he'll make it Gospel: Ste. Nay, there's no doubt, he can:— Bas. Trust me for him, The thing is now a brewing; But great designs, Are like great wheels, if once they move too fast, 'Tis odds, they fire themselves;— Besides, the people, Must not be rid too hard; They travel best When they play with the bit i' their mouths; if once they get it Between their teeth, 'Twill try your horsemanship: A man must deal with them, as we break horses, Show 'em the saddle first, then let 'em smeled; Lay it i'th' manger, set it on their backs; Your foot i'th' stirrup; let 'em feel your weight, Once, and again; and as you find 'em coming, Fall gently into th' saddle; off again; And use 'em thus but half a dozen times, They'll take the rest themselves.— And. He's in the right; And I had former thoughts, whether were best For my design, the People, or the Nobles; But have resolved upon the first: They're won With half the do, and easier kept; engage 'em Though never so implicitly, they drive Furiously on; They're like a Conjurer's Devil, Find 'em but work enough, you need not fear 'em, Without it, 'ware yourself;— Our first work than Is to divide 'em, and to keep 'em so, Till we be safe ourselves; We must have parties, And Antiparties; Factions, and Antifactions; Until they break to nothing; then you'll have 'em Be glad of any thing: dis-tune a Viol, And you may set it to what Tone you please. Ste. But is't not requisite your Highness were Of every of 'um? at least underhand; One would not think what an endearment 'tis When they believe that he that has the power, Is theirs, and singly theirs; it girds 'em to you: And. What says Basilius?— Bas. Extremely good, Nay, necessary; if the people are mad, He's madder far, that will not be mad with 'em; What should a sober man in drunken company But have his brains knocked out?— Ste. Besides, by this You'll raise a dust before the grand design; 'Tis hard to see the bait in troubled waters: And. Now you're my friends I'm sure; I see you love me, You've advised so true and honestly: hugs 'em Bas. On my Lord, and trust me for, the City: Ste. And for the Guards, myself— I'm sure I can Form 'em to any thing; nor are they mine, But to your Highness' service.— And. My best friends; Agen. Let's heep this knot inviolable; And however Our present actions may seem flat, and dull, They'll credit us when they are seen at full. ACT. II. SCE. IU. Enter Philo and 4 Citizens drunk. PHil. Troth we were merry— Is not this better than Small Beer and Homilies? 1. Cit Yes— but methinks I cannot find my feet.— 2. Cit Nor I my head, But by the noise in't— Now were I a Scholar Would I confute Philosophy and prove The world went round.— 3. Cit Faith neighbour at this time I could say somewhat to that point.— 4. Cit If so, It had been roasted to a coal ere now. Phil. Or raw, or roasted, what is that to us? 1. Cit ay, let it round until the spit do crack: Give me more drink knocks Sirrah, boy, rogue, more drink; Enter drawer. Draw. Anon, Anon Sir: Speak in the Mitre Christopher— What lack you Gent? 2. Cit Some drink you rogue— some drink— And d'you hear me? The best i'the Cellar— We trouble you but seldom. Draw. Please you to walk up Gentlemen? 3. Cit No we'll take it here. Draw. I wait upon you presently Gentlemen. 4. Cit I've drunk enough, but I'll be ruled: whoop Ambrose. What all-a-mort.— Claps him on the shoulder. 2. Cit I am not satisfied, But as a man would say— how do you?— and so forth. Phil. Why what's the matter man? Art thou that Greek That knockst men under board by scoars, and criest Have y'any more that must be drunkifyed— Enter Drawer and fills. Sit out your hand, or hang you— here's this to you. 4. Cit I know what troubles him; The Court is broke, And most of 'em lie leiger in his book: Phil. 'Tis not all lost; 'twill serve at last for waste paper; If that be all, give him his drink— filled up. 2. Cit What was't— Phil. Andronicus his health— 2. Cit Away with't. Leaves some. Phil. I must not bate you that— 4. Cit Come drink it off He's a brave person— 2. Get. He's a man indeed, He paid me honestly— Then down it goes, If it were a mile to bottom— Here's to thee Greg: 3. Citt. With all my heart— He! kept a Princely house: (One might have been drunk in his Cellar with a good conscience— it cost a man nothing.) 1. Citt. The most affable man I never met; you could not speak to him But he'd be bare as soon as you.— 4. Citt. He owed me Some moneys at his banishment— I was paid And without sending for't: not many Courtiers Have such good memories.— 3. Citt. A few such men Would make Tradesman live.— Bless him say I Phil. So; it begins to work: Aside Enter two others drunk and singing: Ta! La! La! La! La! La! Plague o'these fools To them, a Fiddler They'll put it off again.— Aside Fid. Please you have any music gentlemen?— A dainty fine, merry, new song— there is none but I and my boy— Sirrah come forth! Where are you?— I have not lost you in the crowd? have I?— Enter a tall well set fellow Phil. A pretty Child— chopper. 1, 2, 3, Citt. ay, I, Strike up; strike up They play 4, 5, 6. Citt. Scrape rogues, scrape.— 3. Citt. But shan't we have a song too? Omnes ay, I, I, I, I. Fid. A merry drinking song an't like your worships? Omnes ay, I, I. That. That— he sings— Fill— Fill up & Fill: fill up the bowl; And about let it trowel; 'Tis a magical spell against sorrow, It makes a man sing, hay! derry, derry, ding, And ne'er busy his brains with too morrow. 'Tis the Beggar's ease, And his charm against the fleas; It recover's the man that did dwindle: It makes a stiff Giant Both active and pliant; And a cripple turn round like a spindle. It cares not a straw, For the Justice, or his law; It fears neither spies, nor reporters: It makes all the house Lie as snug as a mouse; And a petticoat sleep without Porters. 1. Citt. How now Brother— whence came you?— 6. Citt. Even from where it was— or as a man may say, The more the merrier— we have been drinking The best man's health in Europe.— 3. Citt. Then here's to you The second best.— 6. Citt. Who's that? 3. Citt. Andronicus. 6. Citt. 'twas his I meant.— 5. Citt. We cannot have't too oft. 6. Citt. Come then, away with't.— They drink round Phil. Now's my only time. Aside What say you Gentlemen? you all confess He is a Noble Person.— Omnes As ever lived. 1. Citt. Wise. 3. Citt. Bounteous. 4. Citt. Valiant. 2. Citt. Every thing 5. Citt. And deserves every thing 6. Citt. And would he had every thing. Phil. Why so; I see You're understanding men; and may be trusted: Look over this.— He gives them u long roll. 4. Citt. Here are a thousand hands.— Phil. Yes, ten at least: I'm sure't'as cost my Lord and me 5 days Aside. To scribble their ugly Fists: 2. Cit Let's see what is't? 1. Cit Reads The humble Petition and Address of the Citizens and Inhabitants of Constantinople— showeth, etc. Hang't— Give me a pen— I had rather set my hand to't unsight and unseen, than to trouble my head to read it over— Subscribes. 4. Cit Sure there can be no hurt in't; there are so many hands to't: Ph. You may be sure of that— 3. Cit What is it then? Phil. Why— you congratulate his safe return, And pray him he would assist the Emperor; Alas good Prince, he'll have a heavy trouble of't. 5. Cit Assist: hum! That is as much as to say, Assist— or so— 6. Cit — ay, neighbour I, 'tis plain. 5. Cit Not so plain as you make it neither— Give me the pen— I cannot write; but I can make a G for John. 3. Cit And I a K for Christopher: 6. Cit I cannot read, but I can write— when I have written it, any one may read it.— They all subscribe 9 others pass the Stage 2. Cit Hoop holiday! What's Hell broke loose? What are you? Tay. Tailors, so please you Sir. 2. Cit Oh— Tailors— One man set his mark for you all: Phil. They look like honest men— Come Gentlemen; Subscribe, subscribe— They all subscribe. Enter a seventh Citizen. 7. Cit How now my Masters? Sheering of Hogs? All cry, and no wool? What's the matter? 2. Cit Subscribe, subscribe, Phil. Nothing but set your hand to Petition: 7. Cit For aught I know, it may be Treason twenty years hence— Not I beloved. 3. Cit Not you, why not you? will you be wiser than the best o'th' Parish? 4. Cit And City too— will you? 2. Cit Show him the President's hand there; 7. Citt. Oh ho— I'm satisfied; Phil. Come, come, subscribe: He subscribes. 2. Cit But hark you, how shall we get this presented? Phil. The President's an honest Gentleman, And loves the City— I hope he will do't: 2. Cit Away— Away— Let's to him, Omni ay, I, I. Fid. Please your Worships to remember the Music: 5. Cit Music you rogue! I'd have made better upon a Gridiron. 1. Cit Or I with a Key and Tongues. 2. Cit Hang 'em, hang 'em, we have done with 'em: Phil. There Sirrah: Gives him money. Fid. I thank your Worship: 3. Cit Hold, hold, let him do somewhat for his money before he goes— Has he subscribed? 4, 5, 6. Cit No, no, no— he has not yet; but he shall Fid. What your Worships please— Subscribes Is there any more? 4, 5, 6. Cit No, no, no, enough, enough, good Mr. Scraper. Exeunt reeling. ACT. III. SCE. I. Enter Andronicus Solus. IT hits— And now my work's as good as done; But I must cast more blinds, for fear it be Too soon discovered— One would not think how't takes, That I have added fifty Friars, to pray For the cursed soul of Manuel— See his revenge (Good Prince) the people cry— 'Twas necessary: Nothing established Caesar's statues more, Than re-erecting those of conquered Pompey: I must yet farther, be their Advocate For liberty against restrictive Laws, And make what ever's their concernment, mine; Thus shall I steal the power, and the dull beast Not dream it lost, until it feel where 'tis; Then 'twill be time, and not till then, to hew Th' Imperial Cedar, and stop the people's mouths With a few sticks, and chips, 'twill warm their hands, When t'other is forgot: the dog that fought To save his Master's wallet, when he could not Defend it longer, eat for company; And so will they; If not, necessity That has no law herself, shall coin one for it; All things are lawful to their end; That war Is just, that's necessary; and those Arms religious, Where a man cannot well be safe without 'em; Then shall I triumph, when I make the Empire Shrink at my weight, and truckle under me; Trample the world, and frighten fate, to feel A thread so stuborn as to twist her Wheel: Enter Steph. How fares my loved Stephanus? Ste. As ever, Your Highness's Vassal.— And. Fie my friend, we're one; How does our friend Basilius?— Ste. He's well; And better employed:— And. As how?— Ste. He's with his Cousin; A cunning Sophister that always followed The rising Sun— He now begins to find It may be lawful; Give him but your hand He shall be Patriarch, my life, he brings A Text to make it out.— And. So, ply him there; And put it to him what he thinks, if an oath Of being true and faithful to Alexius, Were set on foot— 'twould be a handsome cloak: Ste. But do more hurt than good; for if you add, His Successors, as I believe you mean, We shall be ripe too soon, and easy smoked: And. Why? I shall be his Successor, and then The oath will reach to me.— Ste. That will be nothing, Nor stand you much in stead; suppose you were Now Emperor, and 'twere now put about; You'd find few boggle at it, but such, as could Do you no hurt— These Oaths are dangerous things, They conceal enemies, and make no friends; One will be true enough without it, t'other Will not regard it; he that's forced to take An oath, straight makes a second, not to keep it: You're only sure of him, whom by believing To be what you would have him, you make so: And. But yet the greater number will swallow it; Oaths are the same to them, as rattles to children, It makes the cheat pass easy— slide as 'twere. Ste. Howe'er, 'tis ticklish; some Cur or other May find it out, and bark; and all the rest Open for company; then we shall have Nothing but jealousies, distrusts, and fears, News upon news, Petition on Petition, Laws, Liberties, Religion, all at stake, And will be lost, unless these Geese (forsooth) Cackle and save the Capitol.— And. Honest Stephanus Hugs him. Ste. Your actions will be Table-talk; disputed In Barber's shops, and Bake-houses; each slip Be made a fault, and every fault a crime; Then shall your oath be brought upon the rack, Whether 'twere lawfully imposed; or you, Capable of receiving it; or if so, How far it binds; No faith with Tyrants, says one, With Robbers, another cries; and then how easy 'Twill be to make you one, or both, especially, When they that give the sentence, make the case, I leave it to your Highness.— And. My best friend; Hugs him again. But somewhat must be done to blind the people: Ste. Keep 'em but moving, they will ne'er mind you; Do you but shake the Tree, they'll pick the Fruit, And busy enough; but lest (when all is gone) They should look up to see who 'twas that did it; You must provide your mask; and of this kind, None better than Religion— your Highness Knows how to wear it to the best advantage; 'Tis a rare servant, but a scurvy Master: And. Then you think best to let alone the Oath, At least not press it.— Ste. Yes by any means: You'll find an hundred safer ways. And. We'll talk the rest within: these giddy fools Are hunting out Basilius, and may chance To light on me too soon:— Ste. I wait your Highness. Exeunt. ACT. III. SCE. II. Enter Philo and Citizens. PHil. How say you my Masters, who shall make the Speech? So many of us, and not one gifted brother? 2. Cit Time was I could have done my part: The Prince (And no disparagement) might have heard it too. Phil. And ne'er the wiser— Aside. 3. Cit Troth my Pump is dry: Phil. This is your drinking— I have often told you; 1. Cit Have but a little patience, yonder's one Will end the controversy; do but observe How hard he wrings, and squeezes; somewhat's coming: Phil. What? he with that Parenthesis about his mouth? By no means Gentlemen, 'tis ominous: What ever comes betweened, may be left out. 4. Cit I'm satisfied— 'Tis but a good Speech lost: Good Master Philo be that Office yours. Omnes A Philo, A Philo, Philo, Philo. Phil. ay, now the matter's mended. Omnes Give't him— Give't him. They give him the petition Phil. Well— if I must— what remedy? Omnes He comes: Enter Basilius. Phil. Save you most worthy Sir— I am commanded By the Inhabitants, and Citizens Of this great City, to present you this, And beg your favour and assistance in't. delivers the Roll Basilius reads to himself. 1. Cit Hang the rogue how he trowls it out; 2. Cit His tongue runs on wheels. Bas. In troth my Masters 'tis a noble thing; And well advised: Nay and becoming men That love their Country: But I'm half afraid He'll not accept it; He's so humble minded You'll hardly draw him to't: Howe'er I'll try: Omnes We thank your Honour. 1. Cit I hope you will prevail. 2. Cit I should be sorry else. 5. Cit So should I that ere I set my hand to't. Enter Andronicus. Phil. Stand off— He comes himself: Long live your Highness. Omnes Long live the Founder of our Liberty: And. I thank you Gentlemen, But may I serve you? Omnes Long live the public Father; Live Andronicus. Bas. My Lord, these Gentlemen (both in their own And friends behalf) have made me promise 'em That I'd present you this delivers the Roll Nor must your Highness Make me denial; Their request is short: That you'd be pleased to ease Alexius' years, By bearing half the burden of the Crown: Nor do I think you will disdain a part, Though you deserve the whole— And thus of old The Roman Senate to Marcellus joined, Delaying Fabius; Age, and Youth together: A wholesome mixture, where the one brought eyes, The other hands; This, action, He, advice: Thus must the body of the Grecian state, Be wisely tempered, lest we rueed too late; And. What kind of voice is this I hear? my friends Either forget, or know not what they ask; Joint Emperor!— were there no Treason in't, I must not harken to't; who would be clogged With gyves, though made of gold; for such are Crowns, Or stoop to take one up, that knew the weight of't: Crowns are thick set with cares; for every gem, An hundred doubts, and troubles; nor are their ermine More spotted than their fate; whilst privacy Lies low ('tis true) but yet that low, is safe: Thunder ploughs up the Hills, when Valleys scape; And rives tall Cedars, when the Shrubs go free; Sleep dwells in Cottages, not thrones; content, In humble cells; whilst greatness is at odds With every thing; nay, and its self to boot: Let others grasp at all, and by great pains, Aspire to greater: Let 'em vex the world, They but disquiet themselves; he only lives, That's beneath envy, and above contempt: Be it enough that I have served my Country Thus long; That I have freed her from the Yoke, Broke all her fetters:— You have had my youth; Let me enjoy my age: 'Twere too severe To have had one, and yet deny me tother. Phil. That was well hinted Master. Excellent fox! Aside Omnes Andronicus, Andronicus, Long live Andronicus. 5. Cit We've brought ourselves into a dainty noose. 1. Cit Good Sir persuade him. Bas. I must not leave your Highness so: Whom can Greece think more worthy than yourself? Where should she pay most, but where most is owing? Let me prevail, my Lord, this day shall be Writ in a scarlet Text, since hence we date The happiness, and new birth day of the state. And. 'Tis strange my friends that you should preess me thus, And put my modesty to a blush— Can Greece so full So far forget herself? Can Greece Of able Statesmen) Greece o'reshoot herself? Who hath bewitched thee? with what spectacles Didst thou look on my merit? that thoust made So fair a letter in so small a print? Andronicus deserve a Crown! Alas! Greece is mistook— I have one foot i'th' Grave, And can you think it sightly to behold The other in a Throne— No— Graves, and Thrones, Hold least proportion;— You say you love me; Show't now— and dazzle not those eyes again Which I thought shut to vanity— I am Content, and what can Providence add more? Not that I tell you this as I were lazy, Or sullen, or refused to serve my Country; Far be it from me; No; we were not born, To live like Hedgehogs, rolled in our own down, And turn out bristles to all the world besides: Yet must we die t' ourselves, and so let me, Whose age may challenge a writ of ease; and crave Leave of the world to let me mind my Grave. Omnes. Andronicus, Andronicus, Long live Andronicus. Ph. 'tis all in vain to press him now— we'll find Some other time when he shall not deny us. Exeunt with a shout. Manet And. And. What is this giddy multitude? This beast Of many heads? This thing Vox populi? It can do all; As much, or more than Fate, Raise, and pull down; make, and annihilate; Yet see! How easy 'tis to cast a gloss Before those vulgar eyes, those leaden souls Begotten in a dream;— Ex traduce: How natural is it for sire to climb? And could they think a man; nay more, a Prince; Born near a Crown, of such a frozen spirit That Empire could not thaw? Come, come, I must Play my Cards handsomely; and though I yield (As who would not) make 'em believe it is Through importunity, not my desire; I'll slip the Vizard first, then let it hang, Till it fall off, of't self— Thus while they woo, I'll have my ends, and they beholding too. Exit. ACT. III. SCE. III. Enter Conto, laparda's, Ducas. COnt. Observed you not the tumult? I've scarce heard A fuller cry, I wonder what it means? La. Where has your Lordship been? nothing (but Treason) Is more familiar— 'Tis a Petition To have Andronicus joint Emperor; Du. And backed (they say) with 20 thousand hands; Besides some great ones— But to give him's due, He has refused it; if he ha'n't, I'll swear, Mamalus was a witch— Cont. Why, what of him? Lap. His name slipped from me unawares;— Good faith, He guessed at this unluckily, long since; But make no words of't; it may do him wrong. Cont. 'Tis spoken to a stone; yet troth I'm glad He has denied it; say he should be honest? Du. I cannot see his drifts; would he have took it, He might have had it now, ere it took air; And we in no condition to prevent it. La. What say you if we went and waited on him? Took notice of the thing, and thanked his virtue? Cont. I like it well.— Du. Then let us not delay it. As they are going out they are met, and stopped by Maria, Constantinus, Mamalus. Mar. My Lords! well met; but whither— You are posting Who shall be first to kiss the rising Sun? L. No, no, there's nothing in't; Besides, you (Madam) Know we've his Honour, and his Oath engaged. Mar. Oh! w'hear you have— And yet I'll scarce believe (Though I have reason to suspect) he'll break 'um. Du. There is hope yet: he has refused the offer: Mam. To make them hotter on't; (good Gentleman) He's modest, and may chance to want entreaty. Const. Perhaps the cry was faint, & weak, there wanted More Curs to yelp, and Hounds to mouth it out: It was some time before he joined with us, But yet at last you saw— Mam. I fear me, more Than you'll be fairly rid on— Enemies Are ten times easier kept out, than thrown out: Mar. But had this rabble no head? He is too cunning To trust a giddy multitude— Const. They say It was the City Precedent— Cont. Most likely; He's one that would be great at any rate; Const. ay, here's the hand, but where's the spring that moves it? Mam. The cobweb doth not cover the Spider so, But I can see him work: This must be old Basilius, I trace him by his Cousin; They two, are hand and glove— only, one acts, What tother's ashamed to own— That holy men Must (like the holy Language) be thus read backward. Mar. But what would make him do't? I'm sure my Father Preferred him well— Mam. But can he make him Patriarch? You'll say he's dead, and can't; then blame him not To strike up interest with him that may; tother's forgot— Besides, ambitious men When they stand still, fancy they're going back; Thus much, he has already, only tells him How much more's wanting; and what was a sum In the desire, enjoyed, is but a cipher. Mar. Prithee Mamalus— Do not draw the Devil More ugly than he is— Mam. Nor you good Madam Believe him fairer— Don't we know the Tree By 'tis Fruit? And judge of men, by Actions? Not fair pretences— You forget our Proverb, Remember to distrust— This easy faith Has done more mischief, than it e'er did good. La. Had we believed your words, this had ne'er been; Mam. As how my leaky Lord?— These bored barrels: Aside. La. Nay be not angry man; We are all friends; And may be free— We'll live and die together. Mar. No heats among ourselves good Gentlemen: Andronicus from behind the hangings. And. Yonder they are i'faith— I'll stumble on 'em; Now for a neat disguise, and all's my own; A shout within Mar. Hark! hark! What's this?— Mam. Even the old rout again; This will be somewhat at last, or I'm mistaken. Enter And. as angry, and speaking to some within. And. Plague of these fools, and those that set 'em on; What do they trouble me? Tell 'em I cannot, Or if I could, I would not; Have they none To bait but me?— Mar. Save your good Majesty. And. My friends, and all!— Is this the thanks you give me? This the reward I have? Who but a madman Would serve his Country? Who would warm a snake That knew its nature? For such 'tis to me; Was't your design when first you called me home To make me miserable, that made you happy? Who courted you? Did I? No, Heaven knows 'Twas otherwise: If not; you Madam can Be my Compurgatrix: Nor think it strange I talk this rate; your ugly jealousy (As closely as you carry't) is cause enough: Nay I am right; I found it in your looks Before this Lady spoke it— Is't my crime The people's mad? or must my innocence Suffer, because they know not what they would? You'll say perhaps I have been offered Empire, But have I took it? That I might have been, And am not; judge yourselves, whether it speaks My virtue more, or your ingratitude: Would he that told the people's heat, had told you My frosty answer; That had done me right; But now I see, good deeds are writ in Ice, And the least groundless jealousy in Steel: Let me remember once (but to forget it Ever hereafter) I have served you truly, Done myself injury to be kind to you, And wrought my own disquiet, to lighten yours: You know necessity first made me arm; And (by what ever's good) there's nothing less Shall make me keep it up; Then doubt not him Whom you have tried— Could you believe I would? Certain you could not:— La. My Lord I'm satisfied, and thank your Highness, You took the pains to do't.— Conto. The same am I: Omnes. And all of us.— Mam. skews his lip. And. Then pray continue so, Until you find me otherwise.— Omnes. We shall. Your Highness's— Exeunt. And. Madam, I'll wait on you; But I must chide you first, you've been unkind; Good faith you have— Distrust a friend! Nay one, You knew so long, and might so well command; I ha'n't deserved it:— Mar. Good my Lord forgive me, I loved my brother well; and was afraid, What such a tumult might.— And. Hang'um— D'you think I'd ruin, what you (the glory of your Sex) Took so much pains to save— Mar. Nay, good my Lord. And. I'm yet too low— thoust a brave noble soul, And such as might redeem a perished world, But that 'tis done already.— Mar. Nay— now— my Lord! And. I've done— But shall I never see the noble Caesar Your Husband, here— I'm sure the Empire wants him: Mar. I would you could; but I'm afraid you won't, His Ague hath so shaken him in pieces: And. I'm sorry for't— (he ne'er was well together) Aside He has my prayers, and wishes.— Mar. Thank your Lordship. Exeunt. ACT. III. SCE. IU. Enter Mannuel, Philo. MAn. But tell me Philo, prithee tell me how Thou cam'st in this great credit with my Father? Phil. Oh Sir! I've been his servant many years; He bred me from a boy, to what you see; Trust and employment can do mighty things: Man. How gat'st th'in to that trust?— Phil. As other men; By seeming fool, yet such a one, as might be Fit matter for the Knave; by bearing injuries, And thanking 'em; at least dissembling, Till I had power to act a safe revenge. Man. Suppose that never came.— Phil. Then I forgave 'um. Man. I see thoust studied the point; Prithee teach me Some of those little Arts.— Phil. Call you 'em little? As little as they are, they govern the world. Man. 'Tis well 'tis ignorant how little governs it; But on— Phil. Since 'tis your pleasure, I shall— Who would Grow to an Oak, he must be first a Twig; Supple, and pliant; bow with every wind; He's long a growing up, but sure to stand, When t'other shows his roots— He must speak well Of all in place; No matter what they are, It is enough, they're there: Nature ne'er made so great a Beast, but somewhat Might be said for it— Is the subject dirty? Wrapped in clean linen— For example now: Is he a downright fool?— Call him good natured: A Babbler, sociable: A Railer, witty: If scoffing, pleasant: if malicious, subtle: If vicious, affable: if foolhardy, daring: If given to Ribaldry, A merry Gentleman: All noise, a learned man: if he says nothing, He thinks the more, and has a working brain: If impudent, A handsome confidence: They're very near allied, and only differ I'the success: Is he thick skulled and stupid? A modest man, and has an excellent wit, But an odd art of keeping 't to himself: What though the Shop be thin? The Warehouse hast: Has he the Statesman's tread? A wise man no doubt: If we perceive a River run dark, and slow, We straight pronounce it deep, and ne'er examine Whether the mud at bottom be the cause: Is he all Apophthegm? A shrewd man; What matter though he want a trifling circumstance Of Sense and Pertinence; What's that to us? What hurt's in all this? do not we call Our pretty Ladies, civil, obliging women? And shall we be less modest to their husbands? Man. How have I lived i'th' dark? I always called A spade, a spade; But now I see, my Knave, 's Your thriving man.— Phil▪ Believe 'em what you please, But treat 'em like honest men— t'others so broad; And what's your Lordship better when you've done't? They know't as well as you.— Man. thouart a rare fellow; Thou that hast this, hast more.— Phil. Why troth— not much; He must swear every thing; and if need be, Forswear't again; but still beware, it be Done with a tenderness: He must own nothing▪ Laid by; nor boggle at any thing, cried up; And for his conscience, he must split the hair, Twixt tetchy, and prostitute; The one Flies in his face, the other makes him cheap; Lasty; for his Religion (since 'tis necessary He have a show at least) chuseed, as men, bells, By the sound; or we, our Magistrates, by th' poll. Man. But does the world do this? Phil. How think you Sir? Do they eat, drink, or sleep?— Man. Where e'er I come I find it damned:— Phil. And reason good— The people May chance to smoke it else— Who first discovered it, Put teeth in the Sheep's mouths; you cannot fleece 'em Now, but they'll bite;— no— he must still decry it; But to believe himself, not worth his while: Man. And dost not thou? what pity 'tis these parts Should be thus lost in low, ignoble Arts? Such little nothings— Leave 'em— I'll prefer thee. Phil. Defend me from a lecture. Aside— 'Tis no more Than what my betters have done, and thrived by too. Man. Yet let me beg thee leave it; what is got By such base means, is but an empty blaze, Crackles a while in talk, but quickly gone: 'tis not too late for to be virtuous yet; What's done already, may have rather been The vice of thy employment, than thy nature. What sayst thou man?— Phil. I was ne'er obstinate. Man. Let me instruct thee then— And yet heaven knows How much I want myself, yet I may serve To light a candle to thee, Couldst thou but see What wertue were, thou wouldst prevent my wish; 'Tis a continual Spring, and Harvest both, Bears fruits, and blossoms, sows and reaps at once, So quick is the return, and certain too: And as in equal temperatures, the Pulse Beat true, & even; so here, she's still the same, Not swollen with good things, nor cast down with bad; Free, without cheapness; composed without formality; Calm without dulness; active without weariness; And in the want of every thing, is all: How sayst thou Philo? Wilt thou have her, man? Phil. No ready money Sir?— Half one, half t'other Were somewhat like— I harken to your Lordship. Man. Whose are the quiet sleeps, but the virtuous? Who valiant, but they? (not brutish valour, But) such as dare die in cold blood: Who honourable but they? Honour without virtue, Is what the people pleases, not our own: Who are religious but they? Without it, Religion's but a soul without a body, A painted butterfly, a specious nothing; Whilst joined they make a perfect harmony: This is a virtuous man; Fear, neither drives him, Nor favour draws aside; He values not The curled wrinkles of a Tyrant's brow; He's still serene; and tires, as well the wit, As power of torture, and enjoys 'em too: Such is his mans-estate; And when old age Has seized the outworks, he's secure within; And is so far from wishing youth again, He's only sorry that e'er he was young: Come— I must make thee virtuous— Follow me: Exit. Phil. I cannot tell— As he is going out Ph. speaks aside But I half doubt myself: One such a Lecture more— And good night Master— Farewell good honest Philo— How it sounds! He startles Had I puling gizzard now, 'Twere done: But— soft, and fair goes far.— Exit. ACT. III. SCE. V. Enter And. Steph. Bas.— (shouts within.) ANd. What would you have me do?— Ste. Troth, play no longer; (Pardon the language) They are all agog, And may do mischief.— Bas. If you slip this minute, You may wait long enough, ere you get another; If once they settle, all our labour's lost; They'll understand themselves— Besides, you're gone Too far, to go no farther:— And. You mistake me; I am resolved upon it— What before Looked like ambition, Is but safety now; I only stopped a while, as doubting, whether 'Twere fit t'accept it yet— Ste. What said the Lords? And. Most satisfied; only Mamalus' face Spoke more, than his tongue durst.— Bas. Puh, he's but one, And may be made; at least, be taken off, By (the old way) preferment, or his head: Ste. But there are others, and not lest concerned, The sober party, that have stakes to lose; (The age is too refined for men to walk Invisible) They ha'n't been dealt with yet. Ste. 'Tis one o'th' greatest follies in the world, For to believe the world wiser than 'tis; Call me a Junto— They shall do it for you; You'll ne'er want men, until you want Preferment. And. That were to let 'em see, I needed 'em; Put a sword in their hands, and make myself Less than I am; them, more than they should. Bas. How will y'avoid it? There is no other way To fix, and settle; then you'll plead consent; Nor will it be difficult to bring'um to't: The people are like sheep, 'tis better driving A flock, than one.— And. But say they should prove sullen? Unraule my Title?— Ste. You must venture that; 'Tis easy turning 'em to grass again; By all means let'em meet, though they do nothing, But set the rates of Tripes, and Pudding-pies. And. Well, be it so; And now my friend, you may Rally your rabbleregiment again: Tell 'em— I accept it. Exit Basilius. Ste. I'll secure your Highness, They shall not squabble for want of work; myself Has cut out more than they'll make up in haste; Nor shall their speed be more than we think good; Whilst, though wisemen propose, fools must debate it: Shout within. And. Now how I love my Genius hugs him Let's keep here, All will be well enough; And though I cannot Make the deaf Adder hear, I'll be sure this, To charm him so, he shall not dare to hiss. Exeunt. Shouts within proclaiming Andronicus. ACT. IU. SCE. I. Enter Alexius, Andronicus. ALex. No longer Cousin now, but dearest brother, You're welcome to a burden, and I'm glad I've got so good a Partner in the Throne: And. Great Sir, I thank you, and (have been so used To downright honesty) I believe you too: It is enough to me, that I'm your servant, The partner of your cares, and not your Throne; Yet who'd be great, when at the best, 'tis but A better sort of slavery, a handsome Gaol, And (what the worst of Gaols is free from) envied? Could you believe that in this little time I should be struck at? and through your sides too? What is my fault? if to have done 'em good Be such, 'tis mine, if to have broke my rest, That they might sleep secure, be crime, I'm guilty; Alex. Alas I'm sorry for't; and cannot yet Conjecture what you mean.— And. Please you read this· And. gives him a paper Alex. How's this? Belgrade betrayed unto the King of Hungary! And. It should have been; And had not I stalked with'em, It had been now too late to ask whose work 'twas. Alex. What are the persons? They must be considerable. And. And so they are; Alex. But have you taken any? And. Yes— divers— And on one a Counsel of war Has passed, and sentenced— Please you sign the warrant; Alex. Gi'me't, and lest relation may sway me, I'll ne'er inquire the name signs it Yet let me see't; How now! what's this— My Mother Empress!— hold: Make me a Nero! take away her life That gave me mine!— And. Have but a little patience, And if I do ned convince you, o'my honour I'll give't you back again— Consider it; A Frontier, a whole Province in effect; A little Kingdom; all the fate of Greece, Attends its Fortune— Alex. But we have it still. And. What matter is't— Than you believe no Treason, Unless the Prince be killed: Alex. But 'tis my Mother: And. Justice respects no persons, Crowns, no kindred; And Fathers of their Country, know no Mothers: Alex. As if one could not be a Prince, unless He put off man— Come— You are too severe; She is my Mother— Let a Cloister serve: And. Severe— Know I'um joint Emperor, and can Do it myself; but that I would not rob you The glory of the action; This will break The neck of Treason, when the age shall see Such signal Justice done upon a Mother. Alex. That shall not I.— And. Then let the Empire sink, I'll never mind it more, nor break my sleep To force an happiness on one that slights it: Here— take your Paper— But lest it be said You did once well, and straight repented it, I thus dispose it— Tears a wrong paper, and burns it. Alex. 'Tis all one— I thank you. Exit And. 'Tis done; and your game's next: See! Here's the warrant 'twas a wrong paper burnt:— What excellent mortar Blood makes! Rome battened in't, and from the ruins Of Alba, and the slaughtered world, grew up To what she was; and so must I the same? 'Tis not enough that I'm got up myself But I must beat down others; level all That stand before, or near me; I'm not safe While young Alexius lives, or (which is worse) Has a friend left him; He has many, and great ones, And might be worth my fear, could they but fix, Or know their strength; But there are only two Considerable, that's Constantinus, and Mamalus; Honest, and able both— For all the rest Would all my friends were what they think themselves, My enemies, what they are; yet as they are, They made me what I am; and may again Crush me to nothing, if I don't prevent 'em, By giving the first blow, and puttinged home: Thus, thus it must; nor can I sleep secure, Till they have slept their last, and fall together Wrapped in one common fate; none ever racked A grave to find the man he feared, or hated; The rest will follow; 'Tis but using well The present time, and working on emergencies; Things counsel men, and not men counsel things. Enter Manuel. How now my Manuel— Thus you see my pains To make you happy.— Man. Would yourself were such. And. Small time will do't— Rome was not built at once. Man. And better she'd continued Cottage still, Than built on rapine, or enlarged with blood; The tears of Orphans, and the curse of Widows, Rot not i'th' Air. And. Away you fool— The Fox Fares best, when he is cursed; 'Tis a sure sign, H'as done his work;— But to be serious— Tell me Whither a man may not preserve himself? Or whither all things that are tending to't, May not be lawful, at least excusable? Man. Thereafter as they are— Though this I'll grant you Peace without safety, is a bare cessation, No laying down of Arms.— And. thoust hit the nail: Come, you must help me;— See this executed. Gives Man. the warrant; Man. startles. What makes you startle? Let me have it done; Man. Don!— Were I satisfied o'th' crime, which yet The people say, was rather packed, than pro'vd; There's no such dearth of hangmen, that your Son Need take the office.— And. Stranger to my blood And never true begot: Have I for this run through so many hazards? Ventured so far, to make a villain great That never had a soul above a dunghill? See it be done— and quickly— Or— Man. I cannot; And which is more I shall not— Disobedience Is virtue here:— If you suspect my courage, Tried yet again;— Show me your Enemy, And were he guarded with ten thousand Devils, I'll through, and through, but I will reach his head, Or lose my own— But this— Is such a thing Honour, and conscience, Justice, all forbid it. And. What are those private toys to me? King's may Do what they list.— Man. But can they do't by Law? And. But law! you block head; Doth not Justice sit At Jupiter's elbow? What cannot power do, And justified when done? He that can nothing But what is lawful, reigns by courtesy: Besides, what use of Laws? Good Kings may live Without 'em, bad ones will not much regard 'em; Had Alexander squared his actions By common Justice, he had never wept The want of worlds; or had Rome given back To every one their own— How had she sat (Like Aesop's Jay) stripped of her pilfered plumes, And fairly martched to her first Huts again: Weigh Crowns by th' balance and you'll make fine work: Preach laws to swordmen!— Out— This squeamish slave Exit Manuel;— At another door enter Stephanus. Will be my ruin, and his own in mine. Welcome my better self!— you must see this And. gives Stephanus the warrant for Execution. Dispatched, and quickly; If the people grumble Produce your warrant; tel'um how hard I stood To have preserved her, but I could not do't. How says my Stephanus?— Enter Philo. Ste. I say— 'tis done. And. 'Twas my good Angel's voice; good luck attend it. Now honest Philo! How goes your work on? Exit Steph. Philo. As well as heart can wish; The Stag is lodged; And my Hounds ready:— And. But dost know 'em well? Have they been entered, flushed in blood before? I hate the fearful hands.— Phil. ne'er doubt 'em Sir, There's not a man among 'em but has been Kicked out of all the Sanctuaries in Europe: Who ever speaks of young Alexius next, Shall only say,— He was: And. 'Twas bravely said: Come— We have more to do. Exeunt. ACT. IU. SCE. II. Enter Cont. Lap. Du. Const. Mam. COnt. We have done well my Lords, we've made a rod To whip ourselves— Right Aesop's frogs i'faith, We must be changing— Nay 'tis well enough. La. For why my Lord— I'm sure my thoughts were clear, As spotless crystal? could I conceive one drop Of blood within me traitorous, it should out, Though 'twere that next my heart: Du. The same were mine: I only meant to use him as a purge To carry ill humours, not our spirits off: Const. A fit comparison— We're purged indeed; The remedy proves worse than the disease: Mam. ay, you o'ershot the mark— ere he came in He was your Creature, but your Master now: Const. Where is this perjured Villain?— Sure he believes The bottomless bag— That Lovers, and Traitors Oaths Are lodged together shouts The Devil's in this Rout, More shouting yet.— La. And more is like to be; 'Tis thought when fuel fails, they'll pluck down houses To keep the bonfires up— Did not your Lordship See the instalment?— Const. No, but I have heard 'Twas very splendid.— Cont. Yes, as Art could make it: Mam. So't should; The trappings of the Precedents horse, Is more than half i'th' Government o'th' City: Const. But have you seen no public Acts of late? The vizard is half off— The names transposed Andronicus first, and then Alexius: Mam. And reason good; should not the figure stand Before the cipher?— Caesar, and Bibulus; One does all, t'other drinks all. La. Could he yet stop, There might be hopes.— Mam. Small hopes— Ambition Is ne'er so high but she still thinks to mount: That station which lately seemed the top, Is but a step to her now, and what before Was even beyond her wish, being once in power, Seems low, and cheap— If I mistake it not, The Emperor yet lives; and though he is But the bare shadow of a swelling name, Can you believe Andronicus will brook An equal in authority?— Is Andronicus No better known?— Well my good Lords what say you? Please you to give me leave and I'll propose, A short expedient.— Omnes·s With all our hearts. Mam. And you engage however you dislike it Not to discourseed abroad?— Omnes. Upon our Honours.— Mam. Then thus— He's yet unsettled; Heavy bodies Once moved, retain a trembling ere they fix: So here— The Empire's in a strange confusion, And 'tis his interest to keep it so; Now what I offer, is this; That every one Pick out his Faction, and oblige it to him; Get but so far into 'em, as to please 'em, You have 'em sure enough; the power to raise 'em, Follows of course; Then shall we fall upon him ere he have time to think; And break his neck, By the same hand that set it.— Const. I like it well, But cannot judge it safe to trust a tumult, Unless we had a body to make a stand? Mam. Nor will we want it; we'll but use the people As a forelorn: And for the rest, what think you Of Stephanus? I'll pawn my head I make him. Const. Impossible— He was the chiefest person Set t'other up.— Mam. But what has he done for him? He's but the same he was; and, which makes for us, Has equals, if not superiors in savour; I know his spirit can never brook it long; Do you but give the world, I'll run the hazard: Const. How say ye my Lords? Omnes. Worthy Mamalus, You have our hearts, and thanks, and wishes to't: Enter Maria as in haste. Const. See! here's more news, I do not like the haste. Mar. Help, help my Lords the Emperor and's Mother, Omnes. What of them?— Mar. Oh! dead, dead, dead— murdered: That ever earth should bear so cursed a Traitor, Such a false, treacherous, perfidious slave; And which is worse than all; The people cry, A judgement on him for his Mother's death? Const. How! What's all this? good Madam divide your grief, And let us bear a part.— Mar. I know not what 'tis. Reports are various— But they say, he signed A warrant for his Mother's execution, For a supposed betraying of Belgrade; And since has broke his neck by a fall from's horse, As he was hunting— There are others again Say he was bow-stringed— Oh this cursed string, That murders more, than e'er the bow killed fairly: That I could see him yet;— Then thus I throw off woman; and bury my tears In my revenge— Come Lords— Let't ne'er be said There's nothing left us of our former greatness But fame, and ruin— Let it ne'er be spoke Greece is grown barbarous, and the merry Greek Has drowned the valiant.— Const. Most excellent Madam! Mar. Come, let's forgive (our selves I mean) that crime Of ignorance, and well-meaning; We that were The stairs that helped him up, our backs, the steps By which he climbed, How are we trampled on? Come, come my Lords— 'Tis time we look about us, And ward the threatning blow— Let's but agree And our work's done; The Tortoise is secure Within her shell, if any part lie out, It dangers all the rest:— What says Mamalus? Mam. What? But that he owes Himself, and his, unto your Highness' courage; We had half drove the nail ere you came in, But now 'tis riveted: There remains nothing, But that we thank your Highness, and keep to it: Const. Well moved— Let's on:— Mar. Do— And you'll find the Lion Is not so terrible as the Painter makes him: La. Du. Agreed, agreed— Let's on— Mar. Bravely resolved; Stars have their strongest influence in conjunction: A clap or two of thunder Const. Hark!— Hark!— The voice of Heaven— 'thas answered us, And sealed the enterprise— And when I fail it, Let Heaven strike me, as I this earth.— Enter Philo with a guard. Ph. Stand— Treason— Seize 'um. Mar. Seize me! for what? Phil. Oh! your Highness? The Emperor will discharge you presently. Const. Unhand me villlain— Take that— Constantinus knocks one of the guard down; after a short skuffle all seized. Phil. So— So— Away with 'um. Exeunt. ACT. IU. SCE. III. Enter Andronicus solus. NOw I can say I live, and not till now: I've elbow room enough, And space to breath; I can look round me too; There's not a tree That stopped my prospect, but I've leveled it, At least am fairly onward; Not a mote Hung in my light, but I have swept it down: Now could the subtlest, overgrown Devil (Whom age had rendered all experiment) Done it more cleverly?— These foolish Lords (Like Aesop's trees) have lent the Axe an helve To hew themselves in pieces; And the people, Kindled a fire, that shall burn 'em up. And let it burn— This is my time to fix, And arm myself against the worst;— Th' ascent To thrones, is slippery, the top shaking; The fall a Precipice: Men go not down By the same stairs they climbed— Yet what of that? This must defend me hands his sword Caesar often sheathed it, But never laid it by— Enter Anna. But see!— the Empress! 'Twere a good humour now for me that killed The Husband, to make love unto the Widow; For once, I'll venture: he kneels Hail renowned Empress: Anna. What would this plague, and mischief of our House? What means he?— And. Duty, Royal Madam, and leave To drop a tear into this Ocean— Rises Alas good Emperor!— Who can be happy, When careless Fate shall spin a thread so fine, Only to snapped in two again?— Blessed youth! Had Virtue, Innocence, and all those Graces That build a Prince, and make him more beloved, Than feared, done any thing— thou'dst been here still: Or could that early Majesty, or Courage Beyond thy years, prevailed— thou'dst not died yet; But see our misery— That nothing can Be happy long, but Heaven must envy it: He was two good to live.— Anna. Would thou'dst been so, I had not lost him then:— Damned, cursed man! How durst thou vent these lies, when thou art he That didst contrive his murder, and his blood, Yet wreaks upon thee.— And. Wrong not my innocence: By all the virtues of your sex, 'tis false: Anna. Thou liest.— And. I do not, 'twas a fall from's horse: By this it was Kisses her hand She spits at him Anna P'th— I touch the hand That is besprinkled with my Husband's blood! The day shall sooner set i'th' East; The West Shall be Sunrising; ere I admit the hand That took away my Husband, Kindred, Empire, Nay, all— But (what's more dear than all) thy hate; Which, to my sorrow, is the common case, Of all with me; but shall continue fresh And green, when thy ill gotten Bays shall wither, And thy perfidious Conquests be forgot. And. Call not my Duty Conquest: If you knew With how much trembling I returned again, You would have pitied me, at least have judged More favourably— I must change my Key. Aside But yet admit it conquest— He that did That, can do more— If still eternal hate Lodgeth in mortal breasts, nor will it be Reclaimed, though overcome,— Let Conquerors Keep what's their own, the conquered obey. Anna. 'Twas thy Ambition first began it all: And. Say 'twere— 'Tis not the justice of the Cause, But how it ends, is looked upon— Success Was always Sainted— Anna. Yes, i'th' Devil's Calendar. And. Come, come, forget. And since I've sheathed my Sword, Lay by your rancour— Anna. Would my eyes were Basilisks, That I might look thee dead— And. They've done't already; And no less power than that, that gave the wound, Can make the Cure— Anna. Then die perfidious Traitor. And. Yet ere I do't— Let me like dying men Make my Confession— 'Twas I commanded Your Husband's death, nor can I quit myself Of any thing that you have charged me with: Excuseed I must, and shall; or bring you in As accessary— Anna. Me! What means he, trow? And. I love you, Royal Madam! and with that zeal, That to express it— were to imagine ‛ Tere comprehensible— And make it nothing. Were there ten thousand mischiefs more; each mischief Clogged with another million, I would through; Value no hazard, laugh at blood and ruin, Till I had placed me on that even ground, Might challenge your love— Now Madam you have the Cause, Be merciful to me, or just to yourself: Anna. What call you justice then?— And. Either absolve me, or condemn yourself: Anna. Was I the cause? And. Your beauty was. Anna. Would it had been blasted Beyond the power of Art.— And. Be not so cruel, Consider who 'tis loves you; and what he did Was for that love: The Emperor is dead; And 'tis as easy to call back the day That's past, as him; A living mouse is better Than a dead Lion, I am Emperor still: Anna. But how? or by what means?— And. What matter's that? It is enough I am;— Here— Take that Love Which all the world would court— Nor think me old Although 't'as snowed upon my head— Your beauty, Can raise new spirits, and my power shall fix 'em: Anna. Let me alone I hate thee.— And. But I love you: Accept it yet, and keep that power and greatness You ever had— Nay I will double it: I'll make yourself (and only you) the channel To pass my favours through: The Empire shall Be blessed, or blasted by your influence; And the less world, shall set its looks by yours. Anna. Would it had ne'er seen thine.— And. Some Angel help me: draws his Sword Here gives it her And I tell thee once again, I killed Alexius: And to enjoy thee too; Revenge his death at lest— And since I cannot Live with thy love, let me die thy Martyr: Anna. I take thee at thy word— Repent— And die. She offers. And. Repent!— The phrase of ignorance— That were To doubt the Action, in its Cause, your beauty: 'Twas I,— Why doubt you? strike— strange! that you'll neither Revenge, nor yet forgive.— Anna. A way dissembler. She throws the Sword at him Thou art not ripe for vengeance— Nor shall My hand anticipate thy fate— No— Live; To let thee see how much I hate thee— Live; Only to fall more infamous:— Exit Anna. And. What's here? Love tricks?— ' My life she comes at t'other pluck: ACT. IU. SCE. IU. Enter Stephanus solus. STe. And must I still live this unmanly life? Still brook a Rival? No— In Prince's favours There is no middle 'twixt the top, and bottom; Their minds are large, but various, and cloyed Sooner than others, easily o'relooking, Their first election— Sure the Emperor loves me; I never wronged him in my thought— He does; I'll ne'er dispute it further— But what is't Unless I could engross him— There's Basilius Keeps even pace in's favour, and may in time Get the start o'me, if I don't prevent him: No more— He falls— 'Tis here, as 'tis in prospects, When others come on, we think ourselves go back. Enter Philo as going hastily over the Stage. Whither so hasty man? Phil. I cannot stay, as he goes out he drops a Letter. I'll wait upon you presently again. Ste. takes it up. Ste. How now! more work! it is the Emperor's hand; To Tripsicus! 's heart— A promoting Rogue! And can you stoop so low— Then I see any thing Will serve your turn— This Letter may beget Right understanding 'twixt us— Well— I'll read it. He reads, Pray mind what I hinted you last— Affairs run high at present, but I shall wether'um, (Ste. Good! Good! Good!)— 9, 41, and 85 meet at night— 200 will tell you where it is— Things are not yet ripe enough to own you publicly— (Ste. Better, and better)— You know your work— either bring the Account yourself or send it by 90.— I had rather the latter. Your beloved friend A. A. — That's Andronicus— I'm sure the hand Is all his own— Superexcellent! I'faith! i'faith! and does the wind blow there! Philo returns in haste. Phil. Dropped I no Letter Sir? Ste. You best know that Yourself: What letter? or to whom directed? Sure Philo you're in love, you're grown forgetful: You know you stopped not here— Come, tell me true; 'Twas from your Miss '— And you're afraid another May take the Scent— Peuh! he'll but squeeze thy Orange, And thou mayst have't again:— Phil. In troth I'm serious, And if it be ned within, am lost forever. Exit Philo Ste. My pocket, thou'dstad'st hit right— Now for a trick To kill two birds with one stone— Make me A property! An idle stale!— I have't, To see how luckily things hit— Andronicus Finding the City troublesome, as resenting Alexius murder, makes it his endeavour To fetch off Constantinus to his party; Perhaps to destroy me too— Not unlikely: But I shall miss my aim, or I cross-bite him: 'Tis thus— I smoked the business, and judging it a fit opportunity to ruin Basilius; went privately to Constantinus, and struck up a friendship with him, and as a first Act of it, bade him have a care of Basilius, whose civil usage had no other respect, than to betray him to the loss of his head, which (to my knowledge as I told him) Andronicus had plotted, and would inevitably take effect, unless he could turn the mischief upon tother, by making his escape— Whereupon (by my advice) he has posest Basilius of a seeming repentance, for his former obstinacy, and that he is both able, and willing to recover it, by the discovery of a new plot;— The thing takes— Andronicus has sent for him (I wonder he is not come yet) But if he does not give them the go-by, I'll lose my head— If he does— The work is done— Basilius destroyed— and consequently Andronicus disarmed of the City, by the falling of the power into my hands. Now how I hug myself, Who cannot make his Port with a forewind, Must use a side-wind— Craft, where strength doth fail, And piece the Lion with the Fox's tail. Exit. ACT. IU. SCE. V. Enter Andronicus solus. ANd. And am I Emperor? And do my foes Still live?— Or must I that have dared so far Falter at last, for fear the multitude May be displeased?— Can wounded greatness sleep, Or joy itself, when it beholds a Sword Hang o'er its head?— No— Let me be safe Though the world tumble,— Slow, and fearful Counsels, Which narrow hearted fools call caution, Enter Philo ne'er made Rome what she was;— Who waits within? What? Has Maria's Doctor done his work? Ph. As pat as wish— She's dead— And so's her Husband: And. Here— see these Warrants executed;— For Constantinus let him alone till you hear further from me: Ph. 'Tis done:— And. I like a man goes merrily on; Are they not right?— Philo peruses them Ph. Yes, yes,— But if they were not I'd make 'em serve aside send me good luck— I've dabbled So long in blood, that ten to one he serves me As our Musicians, when the music's done, Hang up the Instrument— But I am in, And must wade through, or sink: Exit Philo. And. So much for them— Now for an Aftergame: But that, lies nearer home— Here are a brace Of Rogues, my Lords in mischief, That's Basilius, And Stephanus, whom I kept hitherto For a reserve, and thought t'ave sacrificed 'em Unto a popular fury— But they're grown Too cunning, and have stolen the people from me: Had they no other crime, this were enough; Who puts off's Hat unto the people, forfeits His head to's Prince— Nor will't be difficult To compass theirs— They're jealous one of tother; I must foment it, and by setting poison To work 'gainst poison, rid myself of both: I've instruments enough to fill their room Less cunning, and more tractable:— My friends Enter Bas. Ste. Most welcome!— What's the news? Bas. Little but that The City's hushed again: And. I thank your care: What would the Buzzards have? Bas. They know not what: One's for a single person— Another for two; A third for neither— A fourth for liberty; Oh! what a gallant thing this Sparta vas! But what that was, the Devil a bit they know: 'Tis hardly credible— There's not a Taphouse, But's ha' new Polity— A small free State; And there they sit in judgement, and give sentence, ere they agree the Case:— And. What would y'advise me? Ste. Let 'em alone— When the dull beast is weary 'Twill fall asleep— If not— ' Grant 'em some toy You meant t'ave done yourself— 'Tis the same thing As you had given 'em all; They'll be as little Contented if you had;— They are not capable Of having all or nothing granted 'em: They neither brook a downright slavery, Nor may be trusted with full liberty; And for the rest— carry and even hand, You need not fear 'em: Wind your stings too high, They crack, and let 'em down too low, they jar: And. My worthy friends— But is't not possible To find the hands that sets the wheel a going? I'm sure the multitude are sots, and carry Their brains in other men's heads:— Ste. I've heard of some; But pitiful fellows:— And. As though a Rogue Might not bring in the Plague!— Have they no money? Ste. I hope in a short time to give you a Catalogue. And. 'tis but ill playing with these tools;— I thank you: And now I'll tell you news— could you believe That Constantinus should have tacked about? Ste. Nor shall I easily;— the sky may fall, But yet I wish, my head ne'er ache till 't do. And. O— you are too severe;— what says Basilius? Bas. Troth I believe he will— and had you heard Half our discourse, you must have judged the same: I never met with larger promises. And. I bade you bring him to me— have you done't? Bas. I have— And left him with a Guard without And. Go fetch! him in:— Exit Basilius. Ste. And he shall fool you both; All this aside. Things jump as right as wish— And his escape Must hit— Pray Heaven he don't mistake the door. Bas. returns with Constan. and a Guard— Ste. ponits to the door. And. How now my Lord— Basilius has told me You'd somewhat to offer me— Const. I heard you were Willing to speak with me.— And. How!— What's all this? Constantinus makes his escape by a door; & claps it after him.— Ste. and Bas. pursue:— Excursions of Guards— after some time they force the door. Bas. Why he told me.— Const. Nay if you can't agree I had as good be gone.— Ste. Hold— stop the Traitor. And. Where leads this door? 1. Gua. Unto the water Sir. And. Nay then he's gone:— Order a Galley straight To give him chase— Disperse— stop every passage, A 1000 Crowns to him that brings his head: There must be more in this, then barely chance: 'Twas a bold Rogue that did it.— Ste. returns in a fury with his sword drawn Enter Guard. Ste. Nothing but Locks And Bolts?— Sir you're betrayed.— And. Did you recover him? 2. Gua. No he got boat ere we could reach the stairs. And. But whither went he? 2 Gua. 'Twas so thick a fog And the boat so well maned, we quickly lost her. And. Death! and the Furies!— Am I then betrayed? And myself made the Instrument?— Where's Basilius? 2 Gua. We left him fitting out a Galley. And. Hence.— Ste. Let me beseech your Majesty— Be ned troubled; Now you shall see I love you— If it be A thing of chance, you'll hear no further of't; If otherwise— and he designs a rising; The City is the Scene— I'll get before him And raise the Guards— And if your Majesty Thought it convenient, could seize the heads Of the left mutiny— But then— Basilius.— And. And what of him?— Ste. May chance to take it ill; There's some of 'em are his relations: And. But are you sure to seize 'um. Ste. Do I live? And. And you dare act as high, as I dare trust you? Ste. Dare Sir!— How think you?— Dare I eat or drink For fear of choking?— And. I am satisfied: Seize him and all;— 'Tis not our ancient friend, But our new enemy:— Ste. It may be dangerous; He is so popular. And. Then knock out's brains; Such as would own his cause when living, will Shift for themselves when once they see him dead. Ste. Please you to leave't to me?— 'Tis time 'twere done. And. Do what thou will't; Exit Ste.— And good luck follow thee: Tell me of middle ways! An even hand! Who ever got a Crown by evil Arts, And managed it by good?— That waking men Should dream themselves away!— Empire's preserved By the same way 'twas got;— I stand too near A precipice to think of stopping now: No, I must on;— What i've all ready don, Is but the Antimask to what I'll do; When safety comes in Question, there's no difference Twixt just, or unjust; pitiful, or cruel; I'll break what-will not bow; possess their hearts, Or force 'em open:— They that will not love, Shall, at least, fear my power— 'Tis decreed And this great beast, must either bow, or bleed. Exit. ACT. V. SCE. I. Enter Stephanus Constantinus. STe. Thus far, my Lord, you're safe;— but one pluck more, And you may write secure:— Const. Nay, that I am, Is yours;— and singly yours:— but passing what I cannot name too oft;— let us consider What must be done:— 'tbe better die at once, Than be thus sawed in pieces;— Our wounds are So far from being healed, they're hardly closed; Nay (like sick men) we've rather lighted on A new Physician, than a remedy. Ste. 'tis but too true, my Lord;— But 'tis too late To spend ourselves in womanish complaints; 'tis more than time 'twere done.— Const. But who shall do't? You know our friends are gone; or what's as bad (By having lost their eyes) unserviceable. Ste. 'Tis our advantage:— What we want in numbers, Will be supplied in secrecy; Great designs (Like wounds) if they take air corrupt;— Besides, These frequent slaughters make our game; They have Lost their authority, and rendered him As cheap, as funerals, a Physician. And what is greater than all these— the City Has ne'er a head. Const. No?— where's Basilius? Ste. He's gone the way of those that oblige Tyrants Beyond requital;— He's strangled: And now's our time to strike;— Your Lordship has Good interest among the Citizens; And they're just ripe for mischief— I have Agents Now raising 'em to your hand, and shall be ready To back you with the Guards; make but a stand, And all's our own;— Isacius Angelus Is of the blood, and we'll proclaim him Emperor. Const. But he's given up to privacy;— Andronicus Will knew't, that suffered him to live so long. Ste. I thought as much myself; ere I went to him; But now, he is so sensible of is danger, He catches at any thing— This is our nick; For (I'm to tell you news) the Empress Has, (notwithstanding all her brave resolves,) Given up t' Andronicus— Poor Lady! It will concern us to be quick— This action, Will rivet all, unless we crush him now; Now— while 'tis hit,— Come my Lord— Exeunt. ACT V. SCE. II. Enter Andronicus Solus. ANd. Mischief of greatness! That has all to fear, Yet knows not whom to trust; What desperate Rocks Must it run foul of! when to trust all, or none Is equally an error, and both fatal: How am I fooled!— And by some bosom slave; But let it pass— 'Tis time must work it out: I have enough at present to forth the people; Some crafty Devil has buzzed them in the head With prophecies (the fond belief of fools, But now and then the talk of wiser men) Nothing but murmurs, news, seditious libels, (The common weapons of unmanly spirits) It must not be dallied with;— These hollow blasts, Bode no fair weather; These imperfect motions, Show somewhat's out of frame. Enter Stephanus. Ste. Safety to Caesar; The Omen, to his enemies;— And. What is't Can need that preface?— Speak— Ste. A fearful comet Sweeps the air;— And. Heaven, has done us right at last, And graced or triumphs with its bonfires too; If otherwise; and there be danger in't, 'T 't as told its errand, and betrayed its end: These toys, astonish more, than signify. Ste. Nor is this all;— Men talk, as if an earthquake Had over thrown some houses.— And. 'T'as yet left The Palace standing;— Have you more?— Ste. The Statue Of your St. Paul, drops tears.— And. Mere change of weather; Unless perhaps the general acclamations May 've pierced its marble with a feeling sense Of what we are— Tears are th' effect of joy, As well as mourning;— But I thought my Stephanus, Had had more wit, then to regard these fooleries; They're natural; and ignorance of cause, Must make 'em miracles;— He that regards The crowing of a Hen; A Fox with young, Hare, Cat or Weasel, crossing his way; A Snake Dropped from the Tile; A black Dog at his door, A left hand Magpie, or a right hand Thunder; Must never sleep— The very Peasant, now, Can half look through 'em— And shall Empire fear 'um! Ste. Now how it joys my Soul to see your Majesty Thus yourself still; And to confirm you so; Let me once say, be safe;— I've charmed the City Into obedience; nor is there left A head, or hand, that dare appear against you: But though the flame be quenched, there may perhaps Some brands lie smoking;— To prevent the worst, 'Twere fit the Guards kept there;— Besides, 'tis good To show the Dog his whip.— And. My other self; He embraces him: Keep up thy wonted courage, and make the Empire Confess, thou savedst it:— If you can look so low, You'll find a nest of Slaves, that (like ill spirits) Foretell the storm, themselves intent to move; Let not a Mother's Son escape; These Villains Are grown State-Mountebanks; Nothing can pass, But they must raise some Observation, Or use upon't— And the dull Beast conceives, According to the colour of those rods, They cast before 'em— Stephanus conceives me. Ste. I do— And shall not sleep till I have given you Some fair account. Exit Stephanus. And. Farewell my worthy friend: So— He stands single now— He'll fall the easier: He's grown too stubborn for me; I dare ned displease him For fear he take a pet, and set up another, Perhaps himself;— But I shall check him there; He's only safe, that has nought left to fear. Exit. ACT. V. SCE. III. Enter a Rabble of Citizens. 1. Cit Come neighbour, come— It is not to be endured. 2. Cit No Troth is it not— 'Twould make a Man a whore, to consider it seriously. 7. Cit I told you this before— You might have hearkened to a fool. 3. Cit I neighbour, would you had: 5. Cit Hang would— Let's be doing: 6. Cit I but what neighbour? What? 4. Cit Any thing— Any thing— I am for any thing: Omnes. Liberty— Liberty— Liberty— A Hollow. 1. Cit Why should this Andronicus Lord it over us any longer? 2. Cit He is a very Tyrant, that's certain. 5. Cit Troth all I got by his Government, is, that where I had a little money before, now I have none at all. 6. Cit Nor I neither— The Devil might have danced in my pocket this twelvemonth, and not broke his shins against one single cross:— Call you me this assisting? 5. Cit It seems Neighbour it is not altogether so plain as you made it: 1. Cit What say you Gentlemen:— There's Isacius Angelus— And as I have heard say, has as good a Title to the Crown as another Man. 2. Cit Constantinus appointed us to have met him her— ' O my word they say he is a pretty Gentleman; 4. Cit I wonder they should stay so long. 6. Cit Tell me of none of your pretty Gentlemen;— In for Liberty. Omnes. Liberty— Liberty— Liberty: A Hollow 1. Cit But hark you neighbours— We must have some Government. 2. Cit Time enough to think of that hereafter;— Let's destroy this first. 3. Cit What think you of Aristotocracy? 4. Cit No, no, no— Oligasky for my money. 5. Cit By your favour neighbour, I should think Demococracy. 6. Cit And with your favour too; why not Anarchy? 2. Cit Any thing, any thing, but what we are: Omnes. Liberty— Liberty— Liberty— A Hollow Enter Philo Ph. Save you Gent.— What's the business?— 'Tis not Midsummer Moon I hope? 3. Cit Suppose it be— What then? Ph. Nothing good Gent.— But if it be, I hope it will not last all the year. 2. Cit Then we shall have another in's room— But what's that to you? Ph. Pray Gent.— you need not be so stout— I could tell you news deserved a better face. Omnes. What's that? what's that? Ph. The Emperor has thought upon a device, that no Freeman of Constantinople, shall ever want money, unless it be his own fault; 5. Cit That would do well. 6. Cit Yes o'my conscience neighbour would it: Omnes. But how? But how? Ph. Do but acquiesce a while, and you'll quickly see;— whereas if you disturb him in't, you spoil all; and perhaps may repent it when 'tis too late: 2. Cit Acquiesce— That's the word— Huh! 5. Cit I neighbour I: Acquiesce: 3. Cit Troth he speaks reason: 4. Cit Marry does he: 5. Cit Our City Orator's but an Ass to him: Ph. What say you then Gentlemen? 2. Cit For my part (now) I'll live and die with him. 3. Cit And so will I— We may do worse: Ph. Yes— I dare trust 'em for the first aside But what's the matter?— Has so good an Emperor but two friends among you all?— Throw up your caps, and away with't: Omnes. One and all— One and all— Long live Andronicus. Ph. He is beholding to you— And I'll let him know as much:— Farewell good Gent.— 'Twas a fare scape. aside Exit Philo. Omnes. Farewell, Farewell— Long live Andronicus. Hallow. 1. Cit Come neighbours, come:— We had as good be quiet— There will be faults while there are men. 3. Cit ay, I,— Let's home— Let's home:— 'Tis good sleeping in a whole skin: As they are going off, Enter Isa. Const. Const. Now Gent. I see you're men of your words: 'Tis but an easy risk, and all's our own. Can you remember your old Emperor, Or his late murdered Son; and not acknowledge The Heir— Th'undoubted Heir?— 1. Cit I neighbour I:— 'Twas this we came about. 2. Cit Where's that Rogue Philo? knock out's brains. Omnes. ay, I, I, Where is he?— Where is he? 3. Cit We cannot for shame now, but proclaim him Emperor. 6. Cit Oh by any means: Omnes. Long live Isacius Emperor of Greece! Isa: It was so far (my friends and Country men) From my desires, t'ave lived to see this day, 'Twas never in my thoughts— My privacy Was all the Empire I or wished, or dreamt: But since your joint unanimous consent Has firmed that Title, which my birthright gave me; I cannot but I must acknowledge it: 3. Cit What's that he says— Long live Isacius? Omnes. Long live the Emperor? 4. Cit Peace, hear him speak. Isa. 'Tis not my business here to rip old sores, Or to keep open those wounds; which let alone, Would close themselves:— Yet since the readiest way To what we should be, is to know what we are; Let me once ask you— What d'you call this place? Greece, or her ruins?— You had once an Emperor, A good one too, I mean Alexius: I will not say who murdered him— He had A sister— I do not say she was poisoned: You had good Laws:— Andronicus made more, I would he had kept either:— I forbear Conto, Mamalus, Caesar, Basilius, laparda's, Ducas, and a 1000 more, Some murdered, others, their eyes bored out— My way Is not to speak against such as are absent: Omnes. Yes— Yes— Yes— Pray on:— Long live Isacius! 6. Cit Peace, hear him speak: Isa. Which of you all durst shake his head, and not Believe it lose, and might fall off?— What though You scaped when others fell, you were but kept To close his stomach, and be last eat up. Yet let me give Andronicus his due; He brought the City once again within Her Walls, whose Suburbs (like the Spleen) had swollen To the consumption of the rest o' th' body; I would he'd left Inhabitants enough, To people that little remained— He built a Chapel, I would the Devil had not set up the Cross; An Aquaduct, I would the kennels had run No other colour:— One or two good Actions To blanche and varnish o'er a deal of ill, Is but the Music to a Tragedy: But I forget myself:— I never loved To rake in Dunghills— I only wish their Author Had his desert— Not that I bid you lay Violent hands upon him— Justice will do Enough, but give her leave— And so I shall not Detain you longer; Only let me beg you If you meet Manuel, to preserve him safe, His only crime is, that Andronicus got him: 7. Cit ay, Here's one spoke like an Emperor. Omnes. Long Live Isacius. 3. Cit Come we lose time— Andronicus my chance to give us the slip. 5. Cit But if we take him, we'll give it him. Omnes. Follow— Follow— Follow— Whoop! Exeunt. ACT. V. SCE. IU. Enter Andronicus. Stephanus. ANd. But did he land again?— Ste. I'm certain of't: I missed him narrowly— Perhaps he may Have taken Sanctuary. And. What?— Harbour Traitors? Demand him straight;— If they refuse a search Force all the doors: Shout within- What means that hollow? Some Devil's aboard— Prithee go see what 'tis: Exit Ste. Norhing but mischief still? No day shine clear Without a cloud?— Ill, follows ill (like waves) One is no sooner passed, but tother rolls: Within there! Enter Philo. Call me a Lutenist, and let him sing The song my Music sang me last— Make haste: Exit Ph. My head's disquieted;— An old Wizard Saw Swims in my brains:— 'Twas told me once, I should Live to be Emperor, and that I. S. Should be my Successor— No Delphian Devil Was ever more obscure:— I. S.— Isaurus: But I've an eye on him;— Whoer' he be The Devil was right, if not, 'twas our mistake: But say— I. S.— Whom Heaven intends to ruin It first infatuates— There's Isacius, Whom hitherto I've rather scorned, than feared, Appears like something now:— He must not live: In vain we fell a Tree, if yet we leave Quick roots behind:— But what's the matter? What makes the day post backward to the East? Whence this unwonted night? These stars at Noon? Out with that dunghill stuff: See how it waves, And darts at me— But I'll fetch it down. Where be the Sons of Titan? Let 'em come; I'll be their Captain: With this Arm, I'll pluck Rocks from their standing; Trees, with roots and all; Whole Mountains with their Centaurs, and erect A scaling Ladder made of heaped Hills Whose top shall touch the clouds— The world shall see Ossa, once more on Pelion; A third, Shall be Olympus, whose advanced chin, Shall knock the heavens', if not, I'll throw it in: He staggers, and falls into a chair. Enter a Lute:— A Song. Some have called life a Stage-play that includes, Nothing but Scenes, and Interludes; Others, a month of April, where two hours Scarce pass without as many shours; Others again, a miscelane of years, Or Chequerwork of hopes, and fears: But I'm confirmed they were ordained by Fate, As Hieroglyphics of a Prince's State: One while his Genius is so kind, He'd swear He's in an Empyrean sphere; So cursed again by fits, The frozen Zone Is habitabler ten to one: Strange kind of life! to have one's hopes be brought To somewhat, and straight dashed to nought; When raised upon the Pinnacle, 'Tis all To think, not whither, but from whence we fall. Since than our dappled Fate is such, who can Call himself blessed, and yet be man: Even Crowns their Crosses have; Nor Caesar shall Write happy, till his Funeral: More are our clouds, than Suns; Our care, and pain Weigh down our bliss— Who's happy then? He, and He only, whom the womb doth smother, And sends him packing from one Grave, to t'other. Ha!— what was that?— Me thought I heard a voice, And music— How 't'as fixed me?— Plato sure Was in the right; Our souls are Harmony: I am myself again— What should I fear? Who flies to shun his Fate, runs headlong on't: Heaven helps the valiant, and ne'er descended, To save that Coward, durst not save himself: Since then the Empire knows not when 'tis well, I'll make it sensible what power can do; I'm but Defendant, they provoke me to't: Nor can the world my blackest action blame; Necessity, has neither sin, nor shame; Mischief is never safe, but Heap, on heap, One must back t'other— They that stumble leap. Exit. ACT. V. SCE. V. Enter Citizens and Rabble. OMnes. Hollow. 1. Cit Where is this Traitor that murdered the Emperor? 2. Cit Would I could light on him— I'd have a leg, or an arm of him— He hanged my Brother. 3. Cit If every one he has wronged have but a little, I am sure a joint will not fall to your share. 4. Cit Come— Come— There will be enough for us all— Would we had him, though I were bound to give you mine: 5. Cit What had we best do neighbours? 3. Cit Smoak the Fox out of his hole: 2. Set fire on the Palace: 4. Cit By no means Gent.— 'Twill destroy a deal of good pillage— That has done no hurt: 6. Cit No— No— No— Destroy all:— You'll ne'er be rid of the Wolves, till you cut down the woods. 1. Cit We had better sell 'em, and share the money: 6. Cit 'Twill be too long a doing, & others may get in: Enter Philo· 1. Cit See Neighbours! see! Who comes here? 2. Cit Even the very Rogue that first betrayed us. 3. Cit Down with him: 4. Cit Stand: 5. Cit Knock him down first. Ph. Good Gentlemen— But hear me— 3. Cit No— No— No— Hear him?— That were a trick indeed: They Knock him down. 2. Cit So farewell him— I have a boy at home will cry for him I'm sure of't. 5. Cit Upon my conscience Neighbour, but my Wife will do the same. 6. Cit Hang him— Hang him— We lose time:— Lets about our work.— Hollow. Exeunt. ACT V. SCE. VI Enter Andronicus with his Sword drawn and a Servant. ANd. Ha! Philo dead! These Devils are every where Thou shalt not fall alone— What was you saying? Ser. Another Rout has seized St. Sophy's Temple. And. Who heads 'um?— Ser. Constantinus; Who has taken Isacius Angelus, and proclaimed him Emperor: And to them Stephanus, with all his Guards, Is since revolted. And. Then, Farewell my hopes; But I am still Andronicus:— Leave me: Exit servant. And is your Anger such, ye Powers? And can What's lest above stoop to contest with Man? Did ye of brittle clay his Fabric rear Only to dashed in pieces? ●ad ye him bear His Maker's Image in his brow, to show Ye reigned above, he, a small Jove below? Only to show him happiness; And yet, Straight snatch it from him, or humble him, from it; Had I submitted to a general fate, It had been nothing— Had I seen my State, And Empire sunk before me, I had gone Contentedly— But to fall alone, Thus tamely lost— What boot it to complain? Give me one Battle— Heaven!— Be Heaven again; One Battle— And let me perish.— Enter 3 or 4 of the rabble. 1. Cit Here he is:— Follow— Follow— Follow— And. villains. 2. Cit Stand. He kills 2 or 3— The nest run— And. Lie thou By another door Enter Servant. Ser. I'm sorry I came so late:— Please you great Sir Retire a while, until the storm be passed: Your name's too great in Arms to have it called A cowardly flight:— Then fall not out of season; Reserve yourself for better times— I have A Galley waits your Majesty: And. Now Heaven reward thy honesty— Lead on: — I know the worst; Foolish despair, is but occasion lost. Exeunt. ACT V. SCE. VII. Enter Constantinus. Isacius and Citizens. COn. Not find him yet!— I warrant you we have him: Stop all the passages, and desire Stephanus To draw down with his Guards.— 6. Cit All but that last, Is done already:— I'll about it straight. Exit. Const. How!— Philo slain!— He never did his Master A truer service. 7. Cit And my good neighbours, Ambrose and Gregory;— Alack, Alas!— Nothing certain in this life— To day a Man, tomorrow a Cuckold, the next day dead: 3. Cit Come— Come— Let's carry them off— But for that Rogue— Let him even lie— He was a pestilent villain: 4. Cit Are you sure he is dead?— Does not the Rogue counterfeit? 5. Cit 'Twill do no hurt to see; 3. Cit For the more certainty— stabs him again 'Tis good to be sure. 5. Cit Well done neighbour— You're in my mind;— I scarcely believe a man dead, as long as his head's upon his shoulders. Exeunt. ACT. V. SCE. VIII. Enter Manuel solus. MAn. 'T would be some comfort yet I could but hear My Father 'scap'd their hands— I'm half afraid He scorned to step aside;— Ha!— What's here? Alas poor Philo!— Dead!— Now I perceive Thou hadst some honesty, thou lov'dst thy Master; 'Twas more than I expected— What's this world, And all its greatness?— It has raised up some, But ruined more; And even those whomed has Most raised, 't'as ruined most;— What's all this toil, And blind pursuit? But like our children's following A Butterfly; sometimes they cannot reach it, Sometimes, o'errun it; sometimes, think they have't; But it slips through their fingers; And at last, When after all their offers, turns, and falls, They've taken it, What is't? (Alas poor fools!) Nothing but painted wings:— 'Tis not my late Experience taught me this, I ever found it: Who could imagine to have seen my Father, So late the people's darling; now, their hate? But yesterday, an Empire at his beck; Now, scarce a hole to put his head:— 'Twas Heaven, And I submit:— But yet, it lessens not Their crime, that were the cause:— There's Stephanus, False Stephanus, a Traitor to both Masters; Were he my Enemy, 't had ned troubled me; Enter Nay— I'd forgiven him— But my friend:— 'Tis hard: Steph. See!— Here he comes;— Now Heaven forgive me: I had a Father, till his treacherous Faith Bereaved me of him;— Father— Me thinks the word, Prompts me to something:— Ste. My good Lord!— Be safe; Safe, as your Virtue merits:— Man. What hast thou To do with, virtue?— I ne'er suspected her, Until I found her in thy mouth:— There— He strikes off Steph.'s hat. Ste. Ha!— Has your folly made you desperate? Now would thy Father, and his daring soul, Perched on thy point:— They draw. Man. The justice of my cause May be enough to do thy work;— My Sword In a child's hand, informed by that, with ease Would reach thy treacherous heart:— Words trifle time, Defend yourself:— They fight, and after some small time enter Constantinus. Const. Hold— Stephanus— Hold— Nay good my Lord Let me entreat you:— Stephanus falls. Ste. How am I lost in sight of land? and all My towering hopes sunk with me— Heaven is just; I would— But cannot:— Dies. Man. So may all treachery succeed— And if T'ave been my own Justicier be a Crime; Forgive me— I had no other way— His Treason, Had lost its name, and in the world's Ethics, Had passed for Virtue else;— Const. Alas my Lord; 'Twas an unfortunate action— But since 'Tis done— Preserve yourself— Pray, good my Lord, Withdraw a while; nor let your virtue fall A prey, unto the rabble;— Man. I always scorned 'em, And shall not now, by showing of my back, Make 'em believe, I fear 'em:— Const. what's your courage Against their numbers?— Good my Lord withdraw; Venture not Gold, to Dirt— Pray give me leave, calls a servant. Come hither— Attend my Lord, and see him safe Within my doors— I'll wait on you presently: Enter Seru. My Lord— Andronicus— another. Const. Well— What of him? Seru. Had put to Sea, and was now well nigh reached The other shore— When of a sudden, The winds, And seas as conscious whom they wasted o'er, Checked his full speed, and beat him back again; Yet he put out a second, and third time; But all in vain— The face of Heaven was sullied, The winds broke loose, and clubbed into a storm; Till the poor Galley (having lost her Rudder, Her Oars unserviceable, and her Masts, Spent by the board) came rolling on the back Of an impetuous wave, and drove on shore; Where he soon met a storm indeed— The people Having by this time utterly defaced Whatever bore his name, or memory; Fell foul of him— Or rather He, of them; Had you but seen the hubbub!— One twicks his beard; Another, beats out an Eye; A third, a Tooth; A forth cuts off a Hand;— No cruelty He e'er commanded, but was there again Epitomised on himself; And when at last, Their tired invention could inflict no longer; Laden with dirt, and obloquys, and crowned With Garlic, they set him on a scabbed Camel, And in that odd procession, led him to The common Gallows, where they hang up that little, They'd left of him;— So fell Andronicus. Const. May the same Fate ever attend Rebellion, And usurpation;— And let the world, Hence learn, on what a ticklish point they stand, Whose unjust actions; and borrowed greatness, (How speciously soever coloured o'er) Have no foundation, but what's built upon The people's favour;— The uncertain people, Constant to nothing, but inconstancy; Prove to affect, but without judgement still; Hot headed— Envious— Suspicious, Yet credulous;— Frame whimsies to themselves, And after fear 'em;— Now set up one, than t'other; But deal with all, as Children with their Dirt-pies, First raise, then pash 'em out: Enter Isacius. Isa. My Lord, you hear the news of Andronicus? Const. Yes;— And may Treason never prosper better; Isa. But I admire we hear nothing of Manuel. Const. He's safe;— And now, an object of your mercy. Isa. For why my Lord? Is virtue grown a Crime: Const. Behold He shows him Steph. I'll let you know the rest within; But must assure your Majesty at present, 'Twas fairly done.— Isa. Shall my first letters than Be writ in blood!— Howe'er— I pardon him. It is enough to me, he durst be virtuous, When Caesar (and that Caesar, his Father too) Was otherwise:— Bid him from me be safe. Const. I thank your Majesty:— Isa. But now my Lord, I must desire you look into the City; The people (like the Sea) keep rolling still, Although the winds that raised 'em first be laid: If they continue longer, there'll be nothing Left 'em to spoil; and then perhaps they may Consider, and repent.— Const. I'll straight about it: They have been up too long:— 'Twere to be wished This Beast the people, either never knew Their strength, or always knew, to use it right. Isa. You may go farther, and as you see cause Proclaim a general pardon; The more I spare, The more are left me to adorn my Trophy: Promise 'em better days, and let 'em know That though we're not in Plato's Common wealth, To have what e'r's amiss at once remedied; Yet the first stone is laid; And I despair not, A hopeful superstructure— Rest, and time, Will make our troubled waters clear again; For what remains, a gentle hand will do't: Harsh, cruel Empires (like acute diseases) Are rather sharp, than lasting;— That must dure, Where subjects, not their Prince, but for him, fear. Exeunt Omnes. FINIS.