THE DOUBTFUL HEIR. A Tragicomedy, AS It was Acted at the private House IN Blackfriars, WRITTEN By JAMES SHIRLEY.  
Never Printed before.  
LONDON, Printed for Humphrey Robinson at the three Pigeons, and Humphrey Moseley at the Prince's Arms in St. Paul's Churchyard. 1652.   

To the most worthily honoured Sir Edmund Bowyer.  
SIR,  
MAny years are vanished, and a period, not only of the Scene, but more considerable revolutions have passed, since I had the happiness to be first known to you. I read excellent Characters of you, when you writ but a small Letter, and though my observations, like seeds, were not cherished (by the fault of time) to a maturity, yet they begat in me such great respect to your person, then budding with honour, and expectation, that now after so long absence, I find them not extinguished; and howsoever at the first complexion, I may appear bold, in this hasty interruption, yet your candour will be so far in my defence, that I have presumed thus, rather to let you know I can still honour you, than unsatisfy myself, by neglecting the first opportunity of presenting my service. Sir, it is a piece, which perhaps you have seen in the active representment; the estimation it gained from thence, will be short of that grace it shall derive from your acceptance, by which you will show, how still you dare retain your nobleness, and by renewing your smile upon me, encourage me to write myself  
Your humble Servant, JA. SHIRLEY.   

Prologue.  

ALl that the Prologue comes for, is to say,  
Our Author did not calculate this Play  
For this Meridian; the Bankside, he knows,  
Are far more skilful at the Ebbs and flows  
Of water, than of wit, he did not mean  
For the elevation of your poles, this scene.  
No shows, no dance, and what you most delight in,  
Grave understanders, here's no target fighting  
Upon the Stage, all work for Cutler's barred,  
No bawdry, nor no Ballets; this goes hard;  
But language clean, and what affects you not,  
Without impossibilities the Plot;  
No clown, no squibs, no Devil in't; oh now  
You Squirrels that want Nuts, what will you do?  
Pray do not crack the benches; and we may  
Hereafter fit your Palates with a Play:  
But you that can contract yourselves, and sit  
As you were now in the Blackfriars pit;  
And will not deaf us, with lewd noise and tongues,  
Because we have no Heart to break our Lungs,  
Will pardon our vast Stage, and not disgrace  
This Play, meant for your persons, not the place.    

The Persons of the Play.  

Leonario, Prince of Arragon.  
Ferdinand, King of Murcia.  
Rodriguez Noblemen.  
Ernesto, Noblemen.  
Leandro, Noblemen.  
Alfonso, Father to Rosania.  
Olivia, supposed Queen of Murcia.  
Rosania, Alfonso's, Daughter.  
Violinda.  
Captain.  
Citizens.  
Courtier.  
Officers.  
soldiers.   
Scene Murcia.   
THE DOUBTFUL HEIR.  

ACT. I.  Enter Rodriguez and Ernesto. Rod. 
THis turn was not expected, Prince Leonario  
Is much perplexed.  Ern. 
I cannot blame his Highness,  
So near an expectation of a blessing,  
To be thus crossed.  Rod. 
The Day of Marriage set,  
With the applausive Vote of both the Kingdoms,  
By an unlooked for War to be put of,  
Would vex a royal spleen.  Er. 
'Tis but deferred.  Rod. 
I do not like the hope on't.  Er. 
I pity  
The Princely lover, worthy (without blemish  
To the excelling virtues of the Queen)  
Of as much goodness as her sex contains,  
So Noble in his Nature, Active, bountiful  
Discreet, and valiant, if we may believe  
What his young fame proffers to every knowledge.  Rod. 
This character is not flattery and yet  
The Queen our Mistress is not lost in this  
Just praise of him.  Er. 
I have no thought so Impious,  
My duty never taught me to commend  
But to obey, her Virgin sweetness makes me  
Her just admirer but when I observe  
Her prudent manage of the State, a strength  
Would become many years, her pious Laws,  
But that without example, made to advance  
Her sex's Chastity, I forget all  
Beside worth praise, though every least of her  
Desert would ask a volume. 'Tis his Excellence.  Enter Leonario, Captain. Rod. 
there's one not sorry for these Wars.  Er. 
'Tis his  
Profession; Soldiers batten in a Tempest.  Rod. 
And he deserves employment; yet I think  
he'll never purchase with his pay.  Leo. 
Be confident;  
Your worth will plead alone; the Queen expects me.  Ex. Leon. Capt. 
Your highness' humble creature;— so, there's hope yet  
After a time of ease, and surfeit, we  
May cure ourselves by letting others Blood.  
My Noble Lords.  Ernest. 
'Morrow Captain, you look blithe, and bright.  Capt. 
I'll put my Sword to scouring that shall shine.  
I thank Heaven my prayers are heard.  Rod. 
What prayers?  Cap. 
That honest men may cut knaves throats, and bid  
Defiance to the Hangman; Musk and Civet  
Have too long stifled us, there's no recovery  
Without the smell of Gunpowder.  Enter two Citizens. Er. 
But Captain—  1 C. 
'Tis he, we must not lose him,  2 C. 
He has credit with the Lords it seems.  1 C. 
He has spied us.  Capt. 
My honest friends, welcome to Court. My Lords  
Pray grace these honest Gentlemen, they will  
Deserve to kiss your Hands.  1 C. 
Our business  
Is to you Captain.  Capt. 
Do you think what these brace of Baboons come for?  Rod. 
Not I.  Capt. 
By this day for money, moneys that I owe 'em.  Er. 
Is't possible?  Capt. 
I ha' mpved your suit Gentlemen.  1 C. 
What suit?  Capt. 
Touching the Masque. Which you two in the name  
Of the whole City, offered to present  
At the Town charges to congratulate  
The Queen's intended Marriage; I know  
This Egg was long a hatching and expected,  
But that your Heads could not agree, they being  
Of several sizes, some upon the shoulders  
Of your long-winded Officers, whose purse  
Was made of the Leather with their conscience.  1 Ci. 
Does he talk to us of a Masque?  2 Ci. 
Good Captain put your Masque off, and give us.  
The money that you owe us.  Capt. 
Was't not meant nobly?  
But you my good Lords know how much  
The Queen and Prince are sorry, that so rare  
A precedent of their duty should not be  
Upon record; this villainous War distracts  
All civil mirth, but you will be remembered.  1 Ci. 
We know not what you mean, we have no antics  
In agitation; if your Captainship  
Will pay your debts, so; there is Law and courses  
To be taken, and you will find that Justice  
Can deal Sir with the Sword as well as Balance.  Capt. 
The puppies talk Philosophy; nay then  
I must be plain, would I could 'tice 'em to  
A little treason, they'll ne'er hang for felony.  
Why, whither do you think I am going now?  1 Cit. 
We care not whither so you pay us first.  Capt. 
Let their own Father's swing, so they have money.  2 Cit. 
May be you are going to the Wars.  Capt. 
Yes Mongrels,  
To fight for your chamlet Faces, while you stay at home  
And catch the cramp with telling money,  
Putting your Guts to Pension every Day,  
And roots, until the wind cry out again you,  
And with your belching backwards stifle Men  
That walk the Street, until the Air be purged;  
Must we Eat Bullets without Butter. Whelps?  
Have our Throats cut, or drop like Sheep byth' hundred,  
O' the rot, to buy your Peace, you boding screech-owls?  
And ha' your consciences so course a Nap  
To ask money of us?  1 Cit. 
You had the conscience  
To take up our commodities.  Capt. 
Reason good;  
Should I go naked leeches?  2 Cit. 
No but there is reason  
That you should pay good Captain for your warmth.  Capt. 
Pay you? for what? for Clothes, such things as these?  
Your tribe is bound to keep us.  1 Cit. 
How?  Capt. 
Yes, and desire us to accept your wares,  
To recompense our sufferings; 'tis we,  
'Tis we that keep your worship's warm and living,  
By Marching, Fasting, Fighting, and a thousand  
Dangers, (you o'er grown moths) you that love gold,  
And won't take an Angel sent from Heaven  
Unless you weigh him, you that spend the Day  
In looking o'er your debt— Book, and at Night  
Can lap and lecher in your Feather Beds.  
Then snort, and dream of fourscore in the hundred,  
Afraid of nothing but the Gout, or what  
Is a more just reward for your hard hearts  
The stone, which puts you to the charge of Physic  
To make you piss out your last usurer's Gallon,  
Or of a Surgeon to cut you for  
The pebbles, which (if you survive Incision)  
You keep in penny Boxes, like dear relics,  
And show your friends, when you intend to visit 'em.  
And beg a Dinner.  Er. 
Let not passion  
Make you too much abuse their quality;  
The City does contain brave fellows Captain,  
As generous, as bountiful, discreet,  
And valiant too, as any boast themselves  
In Court or Camp.  Cap. 
I grant you my good Lord,  
And honour all the Noble souls within it,  
But these are walking sicknesses, not Citizens;  
Two such prodigious things with crooked consciences,  
Though Young yet Old in Usury—  2 Cit. 
All this Captain  
Won't pay us our money, which we must  
Have, or Petition for to your disgrace.  Cap. 
Well since there is no remedy, will you take  
These two Noblemen's words for what I owe you?  1 Cit. 
With all our Hearts.  Rod. 
That bargain is to make.  Er. 
Good Captain, at this time you may excuse us,  Capt. 
Why, do your Lordships think I'd let you surfer,  
Come, you're my honourable friends; pass, pass  
Your word, I'll pay the money; hang'em dotterels  
I'll not be beholding to 'em.  Rod. 
We had rather you should good Captain.  Capt. 
No,— come hither Capons  
Will money content you; shall I walk the Street  
Without a Head ache, with your bawling for  
The debt when I ha' paid you?  2 Cit. 
'Tis but reason.  Capt. 
I'll fetch you money presently— you may follow  
If you please, but these Noblemen shall see  
And witness what I pay you, I'll not trust  
Your Memorandums.  1 Cit. 
With all our heart's Sir.  2 Cit. 
We desire no more.  Capt. 
I'll wait on you again.  Ex. Manent Enter Leandro, reading a Paper. Rod. Ernesto. Rod. 
Fortune de la guerre.  
My Lord Leandro? what papers that  
He so intentively peruses?  Lean. 
I like it and could willingly allow  
The change; the Queen grows mighty in her spirit,  
And this match with the Prince would swell her State  
Too much; my Lords.  Rod. 
We are yours.  Leand. 
See what dangerous Papers have been scattered  
To wound the Title of our Royal Mistress;  
My servant brought me this; our Enemy  
Who calls himself Prince Ferdinand would fain  
Have us believe him x to the Queen,  
She an usurper of his Crown.  Er. 
We all know him dead.  Rod. 
I'm sure I did attend his Funeral.  Lean. 
I think I waited too.  Er. 
This paper says he was conveyed away,  
And so escaped his Uncle's cruelty,  
To whose protection he was left an Infant;  
He dying, we translated our obedience  
To his Daughter, now our Queen.  Rod. 
Here's an Impostor.  Leand. 
Heaven aid the Innocent say I; he has  
Valentia's aid and comes not to Invite  
But force a resignation; I wish things  
Were calm again.  Er. 
Prince Leonario if she prosper not,  
Is like to be a loser too.  Leand. 
For him  
It matters not, we have more to think on now,  
Than love and compliment.  Rod. 
I thought he would be General  
'Gainst this pretended Ferdinand.  Leand. 
What else?  
Her sweet Heart, that gives Cupid in his crest.  
Alas! there needs no art, nor strength of War  
To advance her cause. Justice will fight for her  
I'th' Clouds, and victory sent from Heaven, without  
Her soldier's sweat, will gloriously descend  
To Crown his Head with Laurel.  Er. 
May it prove so.  Leand. 
I could say things would stagger your belief,  
But I forgot the Queen sent for me; to  
You both a servant—  Exit. Er. 
I do not like my Lord Leandro's winding,  
He has been faithful.  Rod. 
Always honourable. The Queen.  Enter Queen, Leonario, Captain, Leandro, Violinda, Attendants, Ladies, Gentlemen. Leon. 
I take this as the greatest honour Madam  
You could confer; my name is young in War,  
But my affection to your royal person,  
Armed with the virtue of your cause, shall make me  
Do something worth your name.  Que. 
'Twas your request.  
Nor could we place our chief command, but where  
'Tis equalled with your Interest in us  
And your own merit.  Leon. 
Sure my Stars did mean  
This way to make you know, how much my heart  
Dares in your service; and if Ferdinand,  
For so he calls himself, possess a soul  
Above the vulgar making, we shall spare  
The Blood of many, and conclude the War  
In single opposition.  Leand. 
With your highness' pardon,  
It not becomes you should Engage your Person,  
And so great a cause so dangerously;  
It will be too much honour to th' Impostor,  
And in the supposition of the World,  
A strength to his pretence, to bring your Birth  
So low, to humble both yourself and fortunes  
To his unworthy Level, a thing grown  
Up in the Night, a Meteor hanging in  
The Air, prodigiously, fed with vapour, and  
Black Influence, ambitious to deceive  
The World, and challenge kindred with the Stars;  
It is too great a venture Sir.  Er. 
Since there must be a War  
Let the armies meet in Battle there's more hope  
After the worst to reinforce and prosper,  
Than when the kingdoms put upon one stake,  
And one Man's chance to assure it.  Que. 
I allow  
Your Counsel Lords; but have more argument  
Convincing me, not to run such a hazard  
Of what must make Olivia rich hereafter;  
A kingdom's loss may be repaired, but your  
Life made a Sacrifice to tyrant War.  
May find a welcome to the other shades,  
But no tears can Invite you back, to share.  
Or grief, or Joy with me; I'll have no Duel.  Leon. 
'Tis a command, and my obedience  
Shall meet it, though I fear 'twill be a sin  
To be too careful of myself, but I  
Shall still remember I am your Soldier.  
And this considered shall not make me rash,  
But wisely teach me to deserve this title  
Which lives but in your honour.  Que. 
I'll pray for you,  
And not so much for what concerns the State,  
As what your merit hath already gained  
Upon my Heart.  Rod. 
Blessings upon 'em both,  
A curse upon these Wars, that spoil their mirth.  Que. 
My Lord Leandro.  Leon. 
there's your Commission Captain, I suppose  
You have found ways to empty your Exchequer.  Capt. 
My Bags are not brimful my Lord. I have  
Defalked, and made an ebb for Wine, and Women,  
And other things that keep poor men alive  
To do their country service.  Leon. 
Please you walk  
With this Gentleman Captain, he shall pay you  
Five hundred pieces that I owe you.  Capt. 
Me, your Grace owes me nothing,  Leon. 
I could not pay the debt in better time Sir.  Capt. 
Umh! I will take the money, and allow the miracle.  Ex. Capt. & Gent. Er. 
Did you observe the PRINCE's nobleness?  
Although the act become him. Yet the manner  
Takes me especially, Heaven preserve the Captain  
From being Mad.  Leon. 
I prosper in your Vote,  
But shall I Madam, if that power, which Crowns  
With victory guides me with fair success  
In this your War, and triumph smile upon us,  
Shall I at my return have that reward  
My soul next Heaven affects? shall no delay  
(Colder than Frost to lover's blood,) afflict  
My expectation of our Marriage?  
Although to doubt this be a sin, yet where  
The ambition is so Just, I shall but right  
My Heart, to have it oft assured, nor can  
It make your eye less rich in smiles, when 'tis  
Only my love Encourages me to make  
The busy harmless question.  Que. 
It does please me,  
Nor can you ask so often, as I have  
A cheerfulness to answer, that I love you,  
And have propounded nothing dearer to me,  
Than that which perfects chaste affection,  
And chains two Hearts; the Priest with sadness will  
Expect you safe again, but from this War  
When you return, he shall not in his Register  
Of Lovers, find one, with more wing hath met  
The bosom of her friend, than glad Olivia  
To make one soul with you.  Leon. 
I have enough,  
And thirst for action in the Field, from whence  
I will bring Harvest home, or leave myself,  
Happy in life or death to do you service.  Ex. Queen, Leon. Lean. Ladies, attendants. Rod. 
Well, I'm afraid if Hymen should set up  
His Tapers now, they would not last to light  
His Priest, at their return to say his Office.  Er. 
Hope fairly.  Rod. 
I allow his spirit, but  
The Prince hath not been practised in  
The School of War, where stratagems prevail  
Above all personal resolution.  Er. 
He cannot want fit counsel to direct  
His early valour, besides  
Ferdinand by computation as young as he  Enter Captain, two Citizens, and a Soldier. 
May poise the scale. See, the Captain.  1 Cit. 
We always thought you Noble, and we hope  
You'll take no offence, that our occasions  
Prevailed above our modesty.  Capt. 
I know  
You two are very modest; well I'm glad  
I am furnished for you: my good Lords I must  
Entreat you to be witnesses of what money  
I pay these Gentlemen, that have trusted me.  2 Cit. 
And will again; command our Shops.  Capt. 
No, sit there, and starve,  
Or if you like it better take a swing  
At your own sign Post.  Er. 
Good words Captain.  Capt. 
They expect good money, and both good are too much.  1 Cit. 
We always loved you.  2 Cit. 
And do so still most virtuously.  Capt. 
It does appear,  1 Cit. 
And you shall find us ready—  Capt. 
I'll make but one fair motion, it will be  
Sufficient trial of your honesty;  
I have five hundred pounds, you see me tell it,  
Faith make it up a thousand twixt you both  
Till I come back, you will be Aldermen.  1 Cit. 
ne'er a whit the sooner.  2 Cit. 
Alas Sir, if it were at another time—  1 Cit. 
Hereafter, upon good occasion you shall find—  Capt. 
You both i'th' Pillory, for selling Copper  
Lace by a wrong name; well there's no remedy,  
I'll keep my word; the money's ready for you.  1 Cit. 
You are noble Captain.  2 Cit. 
May you kill all the Queen's Enemies.  Capt. 
You would not scape,  
That x her liege people every day, then.  2 Cit. 
This payment Captain will come most seasonably.  1 Cit. 
And do us as much good, as you had given us  
The sum twice told, another time.  Capt. 
Before  
These Noblemen, have you such want  
As you profess? you have no Wives nor Children.  1 Cit. 
I protest upon my credit, I am to pay  
This day two hundred pound, or be endangered  
To an arrest.  2 Cit. 
And I must go to Prison  
If before Sunset—  Capt. 
Then 'twill do you a pleasure.  Both. Cit. 
Above expression.  Capt. 
Here's twelve pence a piece for you you're fit Men  
To serve the Queen:  Both Cit. 
How Captain?  Capt. 
Why in the Wars, choose either Pike or Musket,  
You shall have that favour.  Both Cit. 
We are both undone.  Lords. 
Ha, ha, but will you use 'em so?  Capt. 
Ha' they not ready money? why d''ee stare?  
No thanks for my protection?  Both Cat. 
Protection?  Capt. 
Did you not protest you should to prison else?  
Why you unthankful sons of false light, Sergeant  
Take 'em to their Rendezvous  1 Cit. 
Captain, a word— we are content—  Capt. 
I'm glad on't, Why d''ee stay then.  1 Cit. 
To abate half our money.  2 Cit. 
All, all good Captain, he shall have all, rather  
Than be sent a soldiering; d''ee know what 'tis?  
'Tis no Artillery Garden, where you come off  
With as you were.  Rod. 
This was his Project.  Capt. 
Umh'. You will forgive me both your debts?  2 Cit. 
And pray Heaven to forgive you too.  Capt. 
My Lords, bear witness,  
These two would bribe me to abuse the Queen  
And the present service, is this less than Treason?  Both Cit. 
Oh. Er. Nay, nay Captain.  Capt. 
There are not two more able Men i'th' Army,  
I mean for bulk; ram me into a Cannon  
If you shall buy yourselves with your estates  
From this Employment; Il not x you,  
Your money is good debt still, you may live,  
And ask me for't again, and I may pay you.  Rod. 
But shall they serve indeed?  Capt. 
That's at their peril  
When they come toth', field, but go they shall,  
And they were my Cousin-germans.  Both Cit. 
Good my Lord speak for us.  Capt. 
You do not know my Lords, but a little suffering  
May save their souls and teach 'em, if they come  
Off, with a quarter of their limbs, compassion  
To other Men, that venture their lives for 'em,  
Their consciences are tough, and must be suppled,  
When they shall fast, and march ten months in armour,  
Sometimes through Rivers, sometimes over Mountains,  
And not have straw at Night, to keep their Breech  
From growing to the Earth, in storms, in heats;  
When they have felt the softness of a trench  
Thigh deep in water, and their dung to fatten it;  
When they shall see no meat within a month,  
But chaw their Match like Liquorish, and digest  
The Bark of trees like Salads in the Summer;  
When they shall live to think there's no such thing  
In Nature as a thirst, and wonder why  
A tailor was created; when they have  
As much in ready shot, within their flesh,  
As would set up a plumber, or repair  
A Church with Lead, beside ten thousand more  
Afflictions, which they are sure to find,  
They may have christianity, and not put  
A Soldier to the payment of his debts.  Rod. 
'Tis a Mad Captain, come my Lord let's leave him.  Ex. Lords. Capt. 
You shall have time and place to send for money,  
Or make your Wills; set on, who knows but you  
Hereafter may be honest, and prove Captains;  
You may have preferment in the Wars for money,  
And so my Gentle Creditors, march on.  Exeunt.  

ACT. II. Enter Leandro with Letters.  Lean. 
THe hope, and care of many years, are in  
One day destroyed; hath Heaven no stroke in War?  
Or is old providence asleep? Leonario  
Is coming home with victory, and brings  
Young Ferdinand, whom I expected to  
Salute a King, his Prisoner, and the Queen  
With her new Conqueror, glorious in the spoils,  
By putting out this light, will mix their beams  
And burn our eyes out with their shine; there is  
No talk but of this triumph, and the people  
Whom I by art and secret murmurs had  
Made doubtful at the first noise of this Conquest,  
As they had borrowed souls from fear, and folly,  
Adore the rising Star, and in the praise  
Of him and his great fate, wonder that Heaven  
Should hold a Sun, and he so bright; nor with  
This flattery content, but they condemn,  
(As low as all their sins shall one day them)  
Him whom the chance of War hath made a Prisoner.  
There is no trust to policy or time,  
The things of State are whirled by destiny,  
To meet their period, Art cannot repair 'em.  Enter Servant. Ser. 
My Lord, the Queen hath sent for you,  
She is going forth to meet the Prince, and hath  
Commanded none be wanting to attend  
With all the State that may become her, to  
Congratulate the triumph now brought home.  Leand. 
I shall obey. I must attend this glory;  
It is not safe to wear a brow, but what  
The Queen's example first forms into smile.  
I here contract my knowledge, and seclude  
My wishes, since they prosper not. I am  
Her Chancellor; as great Offices, and high  
Employments, do expose us to most danger,  
They oft teach those possess 'em a State-wisdom,  
And by Inherent virtues of the place,  
Our fear to lose, makes us secure ourselves,  
By art more often, than by conscience;  
But I may be endangered to suspicion;  
I like not things; but I delay my attendance.  Exit. Enter Captain, Lieutenant, Ancient and Soldiers. Capt. 
Lieutenant.  Lieu. 
Captain.  Capt. 
Ancient, what think you of the Wars now?  Ant. 
We are come off with Honour.  Lieu. 
And our Limbs, Captain.  Capt. 
Is that all? who made you a Lieutenant?  
And you Ancient? these titles were not born w'e,  
You did not wear these Buffs and Feathers in  
The memory of Man, when you received  
The binding twelvepence, it was otherwise.  Ant. 
But you received, if you remember Captain,  
Beside what we released in honest debt  
Sums for this great Instalment, we ha' paid  
I take it for our names.  Capt. 
And it became you,  
Now you are Gentlemen my Comrades of honour,  
And I dare walk and drink at Taverns w'e,  
Your oaths become you now, and your splay feet;  
You looked before like Maggots, City Worms,  
I ha' made you both brave fellows, fellows to Knights.  
You may be Squires to Ladies too.  Ant. 
I think so.  Capt. 
We are all now of a trade,  
For Mars is Master of our Company,  
Our Shop is the Field, Resolution our Stock,  
Honour our Purchase, and Fire and Sword  
The Tools we work withal.  Lieu. 
But now the Wars are done, I think  
We may shut up our Shop, there is no more  
Pay, is there?  Capt. 
Pox upon you; I see your souls bleat after  
Profit still, a bullet in the right place would  
Ha' knocked out this humour of getting money;  
But fear not, though you come off with more  
Limbs than you deserve, you shall have pay.  Ant. 
Shall we and not be troubled to fight for't?  Capt. 
Yes, it will be necessary you fight, you will  
Ha' your throats cut else, and be sent off like Sheep,  
Do not fear payment, here be Mandrakes,  
That will roar, and cudgel you to your hearts content,  
You sha'not walk the Streets now you are  
Officers without a quarrel: pay enough.  Lieu. 
A Man had as good be no Lieutenant, as be  
Beaten when he comes home what think you Ancient?  Ant. 
For my part I can endure beating as well  
As another if that be all.  Capt. 
Will you to your Shops again?  Ant. 
I have no mind to worsted Stockings again,  
And Shoes that Shine, I would were colours still.  Capt. 
Well said Ancient come I'll take your fears off;  
Do not confess you are a Lieutenant, or you an  
Ancient, and no man will quarrel w'ee, you  
Shall be as secure as chrisom Children.  Lieu. 
Shall we? they shall rack me ere I'll confess I am  
A Lieutenant or ever see the Wars.  Ant. 
Or I an Ancient. I'll take't upon my death  
I was never a Soldier in my life.  Capt. 
'Tis well done; now because I love you,  
And see you have an Itch after honour, so  
It may come without blows, Let me advise you,  
You have moneys at command.  Lieut. 
And good debts too.  Cap. 
You shall both turn Courtiers.  Ant. 
Shall we?  Cap. 
I say't; for if my phisnomy deceive me not,  
You two are born to be—  Both. 
What?  Cap. 
Coxcombs. I'll help to make you too;  
You shall presently kiss the Queen's hand;  
You have moneys you say, You shall never turn  
To your vomit of small Wares. I have friends  
At Court, you may in time be great; And when I come  
With a Petition to your honours, for moneys in arrear,  
Or knocking out some rascals brains, such as you were  
When you wore a girt under your chops, you two  
May stand between me and the Gallows.  Ant. 
Hang us if we do not.  Capt. 
You shall buy places presently. But stay,  
Have you a mind to be Officers to the Queen  
In ordinary, or extraordinary?  Ant. 
Extraordinary by all means.  Lieut. 
We scorn to be ordinary Courtiers.  Capt. 
I commend your judgement, that will be  
Chargeable: But—  Ant. 
Hang't, we'll find money enough, but I more  
Resolve to be extraordinary.  Capt. 
I'll bring you to a Court-Merchant presently;  
You will get infinite estates.  Both. 
A ha Captain.  Capt. 
And so command the Ladies, if you be bountiful.  Both. 
A ha Boy.  Capt. 
For I know you do love Wenches;  
You will have all the business, and the Country  
Come tumbling in upon you like the tide,  
After a month: You must keep twenty men  
Between you, night and day to tell your money.  
Oh 'tis unknown what will become on you,  
If you be ruled, and take this course: Had I  
Moneys like you, I would be—  Lieut. 
Come, we will lend thee moneys too hereafter.  Cap. 
Will you, come on, no more Lieutenant now  
Nor Ancient.  Ant. 
Do ye think we long to be beaten.  Exeunt. Enter Ferdinand (in prison) Rosania (like a Page.) Rosa. 
Pray do not grieve for me, I have a heart  
That can for your sake suffer more; and when  
The tyranny of your fate calls me to die,  
I can as willingly resign my breath,  
As go to sleep.  Ferd. 
Can I hear this Rosania  
Without a fresh wound? That thy love to me  
Should be so ill rewarded, thoust engaged  
thyself too much already; 'tis within  
Thy will, yet to be safe, reveal thyself,  
Throw of the cloud that doth eclipse that brightness,  
And they will court thy person, and be proud  
With all becoming-honor to receive thee,  
No fear shall rob thy cheek of her chaste blood.  
Oh leave me to my own Stars, and expect  
whate'er become of wretched Ferdinand,  
A happy fate.  Rosa. 
Your Council is unkind,  
This language would become your charity  
To a stranger, but my Interest is more  
In thee, than thus with words to be sent off;  
Our vows have made us one, nor can the names  
Of Father, Country, or what can be dear  
In Nature, bribe one thought to wish myself  
In Heaven without thy company; it were poor then  
To leave thee here. Then by thy faith I charge thee,  
By this— the first and last seal of our love. Kisses him.  
By all our promises, when we did flatter  
ourselves, and in our fancy took the world  
A pieces, and collected what did like  
Us best, to make us a new paradise,  
By that, the noblest ornament of thy soul,  
Thy honour, I conjure thee, let me still  
Be undiscovered; What will it avail  
To leave me, whom thou lovest, and walk alone  
Sad pilgrim to another world? We will  
Converse in soul and shoot like Stars, whose Beams  
Are twisted and make bright the sullen Groves  
Of Lovers as we pass.  Ferd. 
These are but dreams  
Of happiness, be wise Rosania,  
Thy love is not a friend to make thee miserable,  
Society in death, where we affect,  
But multiplies our grief; Live thou, Oh live.  
And if thou hast a tear, when I am dead,  
But drop it to my memory, it shall  
More precious than embalming dwell upon me,  
And keep my ashes pure, my spirit shall  
At the same instant in some innocent shape  
Descend upon that earth thou hast bedewed;  
And kissing the bright tribute of thy eye,  
Shall after wait like thy good Angel on thee.  
There will be none to speak of Ferdinand  
Without disdain, if thou diest too: Oh live  
A little to defend me, or at least  
To say I was no Traitor to thy love,  
And lay the shame on death, and my false Stars  
That would not let me live to be a King.  Rosa. 
Oh Ferdinand,  
Thou dost not love me now.  Ferd. 
Not love Rosania?  
If wooing thee to live, will not assure thee,  
Command me then to die, and spare the cruelty  
Of the fair Queen: Not love Rosania?  
If thou wilt but delight to see me bleed,  
I will at such a narrow passage let  
Out life, it shall be many hours in ebbing,  
And my soul bathing in the Crimson stream,  
Take pleasure to be drowned. I have small time  
To love, and be alive, but I will carry  
So true a Faith to woman hence, as shall  
Make poor the world, when I am gone to tell  
The story yonder.— We are interrupted.  Enter Keeper. Keep. 
You must prepare yourself for present trial;  
I have command to attend you to the Judges.  
That Gentleman, and all that did adhere  
To your Conspiracy, are by the Queen's  
Most gracious Mercy pardoned.  Ferd. 
In that word  
Thou'st brought me more than life; I shall betray,  
And with my too much joy undo thee again.  
Heaven does command thee live, I must obey  
This Summons, I shall see thee again Tiberio,  
Before I die.  Rosa. 
I'll wait upon you Sir,  
The Queen will not deny me that poor office;  
I know not how to leave you.  Ferd. 
Death and I  
Shall meet, and be made friends; but when we part,  
The world shall find thy story in my heart.  Exit. Enter Officers with Bar, Table, Stools,— then Ernesto, Rodriguez, Leandro, Queen, supported by Leonario, Ferdinand, Rosania, Ladies, Gentlemen, and Guard, who set Ferdinand to the Bar. Queen. 
Is that the prisoner at the Bar?  Leon. 
He that pretended himself Ferdinand,  
Your Uncle's son.  Q. 
Proceed to his Arraignment; my Lord Leandro,  
You know our pleasure.  Lean. 
Although the Queen in her own Royal power,  
And without violating Sacred Justice, where  
Treason comes to invade her, and her Crown  
With open war, need not insist upon  
The Forms, and Circumstance of Law, but use  
Her Sword in present execution;  
Yet such is the sweet temper of her blood,  
And calmness of her Nature, though provoked  
Ino a storm, unto the great'st offender  
She shuts up no defence, willing to give  
A satisfaction to the world how much  
She doth delight in mercy. Ferdinand,  
For so thou dost pretend thyself, thou art  
Indicted of High Treason to Her Majesty,  
In that thou hast usurped relation to  
Her blood; and under name of being her Kinsman,  
Not only haste contrived to blast her Honour  
With Neighbour Princes, but hast gathered arms  
To wound the precious bosom of her Country,  
And tear the Crown, which Heaven and just Succession  
Hath placed upon her Royal Head: what canst  
Thou answer to this Treason?  Ferd. 
Boldly thus.  
As I was never with the height of all  
My expectation, and the aid of Friends,  
Transported one degree above myself,  
So must not Ferdinand, though his Stars have frowned  
And the great eye of Providence seem to slumber.  
While your force thus compelled, & brought me hither  
With mockery of my Fate, to be arraigned  
For being a Prince, have any thought beneath  
The Title I was born to; yet I'll not call  
This cruelty in you, nor in the Queen,  
(If I may name her so, without injustice  
To my own right) a Kingdom is a Garland,  
Worth all Contention; and where right seals not  
The true Possession, Nature is forgotten,  
And blood thought cheap to assure it; there is something  
Within that excellent Figure, that restrains  
A Passion here, that else would forth like lightning.  
'tis not your shape, which yet hath so much sweetness  
Some pale religious Hermit might suspect  
You are the blessed Saint he prayed too; no,  
The magic's in our nature, and our blood;  
For both our veins full of one precious purple  
Strike harmony in their motion, I am Ferdinand,  
And you the fair Olivia, brother's children.  Leon. 
What insolence is this?  Qu. 
Oh my Lord, let him  
Be free to plead; for if it be no dream,  
His cause will want an Orator: By my blood,  
He does talk bravely.  Rodri. 
These are flourishes.  Ernest. 
Speak to the treason you are charged with  
And confess a guilt.  Leond. 
He justifies himself.  Ferd. 
If it be treason to be born a Prince,  
To have my Father's Royal Blood move here;  
If it be treason, in my infancy  
To have escaped by Divine Providence,  
When my poor life should have been sacrificed  
To please a cruel Uncle, whose Ambition  
Surprised my Crown, and after made Olivia  
His Daughter Queen; if it be treason, to  
Have been a stranger thus long from my Country,  
Bred up with silence, of my name, and birth,  
And not till now mature to own myself  
Before a Sunbeam; if it be treason  
After so long a banishment to weep  
A tear of joy upon my country's bosom,  
And call her mine my just inheritance,  
Unless you stain my blood with bastardy;  
If it be treason, still to love this Earth,  
That knew so many of my race, her Kings,  
Though late unkindly armed to kill her Sovereign,  
As if the effusion of my blood were left  
To make her fertile, if to love Olivia,  
My nearest pledge of blood, although her power  
Hath chained her Prince, and made her Lord her prisoner,  
Who sits with expectation to hear  
That sentence that must make the golden Wreath,  
Secure upon her Brow, by blasting mine.  
If this be treason, I am guilty Ferdinand  
Your King's become a traitor, and must die  
A black, and most inglorious death.  Ernest. 
You offer  
At some defence, but come not home; by what  
Engine were you translated hence, or whether  
Conveyed? There was some trust, deceived, when you  
Were carried forth to be preserved, and much  
Care taken since, in bringing of you up,  
And giving secret Fire to this Ambition.  Ferd. 
There wants no testimony here, of what  
Concerns the story of my Birth and Infancy,  
If one dare speak, and be an honest Lord.  Leand. 
How's that?  Ferd. 
Whose love and art secured me from all tyranny,  
Though here my funeral was believed, while I  
Sent to an honourable Friend, his Kinsman,  
Grew safely to the knowledge of myself  
At last, till fortune of the War betrayed me  
To this captivity.  Leand. 
I blush at thee  
young man, whose fate hath made thee desperate,  
And carest not what man's blood thou drawest along  
In thy black stream, or what man's faith thou mak'st  
As hateful as thy crimes.  Ernest. 
That confederate  
Sure has some name, declare him, that he may  
Thank you for his reward, and lose his head for't.  Quee. 
We always see that men in such high nature  
Deformed, and guilty, want not specious shapes  
To gain their practice friendship, and compassion,  
But he shall feel the punishment; d'you smile?  Ferd. 
A woman's anger is but worth it Madam;  
And if I may have freedom, I must say,  
Not in contempt of what you seem, nor helped  
By overcharge of passion, which but makes  
A fruitless noise; I have a sense of what  
I am to lose, a life, but I am so fortified  
With valiant thoughts, and innocence, I shall,  
When my last breath is giving up, to lose  
Its self i'th' air, be so remote from fear,  
That I will cast my face into one smile,  
Which shall when I am dead, acquit all trembling,  
And be a story to the world, how free  
From paleness Ferdinand took leave of earth.  Rosa. 
Alas my Lord, you forget me, that can  
Part with such courage.  Ferd. 
I forget indeed,  
I thought of death with honour, but my love  
Hath found a way to chide me; O my Boy,  
I can weep now.  Leon. 
A sudden change, he weeps.  Quee. 
What Boy is that?  Ferd. 
I prithee take thyself away.  Quee. 
Your Spirit  
Does melt it seems, and you begin to think  
A life is worth preserving, though with Infamy.  Ferd. 
Goodness thy aid again, and tell this great  
Proud woman, I have a Spirit scorns her pity.  
Come hither Boy, and let me kiss thee; thus  
At parting with a good, and pretty servant,  
I can without my honour stained shed tears:  
I took thee from thy Friends, to make thee mine;  
Is it not truth Boy.  Rosa. 
Yes my Lord.  Ferd. 
And meant when I was King to make thee great,  
And shall I not, when I can live no longer,  
To cherish thee at farewell, drop a tear?  
That I could weep my soul upon thee,— But  
You are to slow methinks. I am so far  
From dread, I think your forms too tedious.  
I expect my sentence.  Quee. 
Let it stay a while.  
What secret flame is this? Honour protect me!  
Your Graces fair excuse, for you— I shall  
Return again—  Exit. Ferd. 
And I, with better guard  
After my silence in the Grave, to meet  
And plead this cause.  Ernest. 
He is distracted sure;  
His person I could pity, but his insolence  
Wants an example; what if we proceed  
To sentence?  Leon. 
I suppose the Queen will clear  
Your duties in't.  Leand. 
But I'll acquaint her.  Exit. Rod. 
My Lord Leandro's gone.  Ernest. 
His censure will  
Be one with ours.  Ferd. 
Yet shall I publish who  
Thou art? I shall not die with a calm soul  
And leave thee in this cloud.  Enter the Queen and Leandro. Rosa. 
By no means Sir.— The Queen.  Quee. 
Whose service is so forward to our State,  
That when Our pleasure's known, not to proceed,  
They dare be officious in his Sentence? Are  
We Queen, or do we move by your Protection?  Ernest. 
Madam, the Prince—  Quee. 
My Lord, you have a Queen.  
I not suspect his wisdom Sir, but he  
Hath no Commission here to be a Judge,  
You were best circumscribe our Regal power,  
And by yourselves condemn, or pardon all,  
And we sign to your will: The offence, which you  
Call treason strikes at us, and we release it,  
Let me but see one curl in any Brow:  
Attend the prisoner hither;— Kiss our hand.  
Are you so merciless to think this man  
Fit for a Scaffold. You shall Sir be near us,  
And if in this confusion of your Fortunes  
You can find gratitude, and love, despair not.  
These men that now oppose, may find your title  
Clear to the Kingdom too: Be Sir collected,  
And let us use your arm.  Exit. Supported by Ferdinand. Rosa. 
What change is here?  Leand. 
What think you of this Lords?  Rodri. 
I dare not think.  Leon. 
Affronted thus? O my vexed heart.  Exit. Rosa. 
I'll follow still, and if this be no dream,  
We have scaped a Brook, to meet a greater stream.  Exeunt.  

ACT. III.  Enter Rodriguez, Ernesto. Ernest. 
THough I believed her passionate, and like  
A Sea, tempestuous in her anger, I  
Never thought she would marry him.  Rodri. 
She's the Queen,  
But with what honour she could quit the Prince,  
Who (without treason) did deserve her too,  
Comes not within my reach.  Ernest. 
If you consider  
He has been valiant for her to great purpose,  
And brought a prisoner home, to mount his jennet:  
It was a pretty service.  Rod. 
How does he bear it.  Ernest. 
He's here, you may inquire it.  Enter Leonario (with Letters) and a Servant. Leon. 
Be swift and faithful, Arragon bleeds here,  
Nothing but War can right my cause and honour.  Serv. 
Expect an army great as your own thoughts  
To cut the way to your revenge.  Exit. Leon. 
My Lords Rodriguez and Ernesto.  Ambo. 
Your grace's servants.  Leon. 
A man may take the benefit of this Garden,  
Without a Court offence, you have had the day  
Of triumph, and the Queen already teeming,  
To bless the Kingdom with an Heir; and yet  
You see I walk like a poor Neighbour Prince,  
And have my heart still.  Rod. 
I am glad you bear it so.  Leon. 
Nor have I a meaning  
To run myself into despair, or strangle  
My better hopes, out of pure melancholy,  
I praise the influence of my Stars; there is  
A fire in Cupid's Quiver, that will scorch  
Through armour; and what's woman's flesh and blood  
To make resistance, though I did not dance  
Upon the marriage night, I wished her joys  
I'th' morning.  Ernest. 
Her heart showed she was pleased  
With what she had done; she was as active as  
The air before she went to Bed.  Rod. 
But I  
Observed a declination in the King,  
And as the night approached, which should have more  
Enlarged his mirth, he grew more melancholy.  Leon. 
Strange! And such a Bride that took him from  
So great a loss, to place him in her bosom;  
But he was marked for the Queen's thoughts, and I  
By destiny to bring this pair of Pigeons  
Together. I expect no more reward,  
The Willow Garland Crowns me, but the Prince  
Is here still.  Ernest. 
Your highness hath a noble temper.  Rod. 
howe'er he seem to cover it, his soul  
Hath a deep apprehension of the affront.  
Let's leave him, our discourse may be displeasing.  
We are servants to your Grace.  Exeunt Lords Leon. 
You've honoured me.  
Think I am tame still? let the inconstant Queen  
Secure her thoughts, and glory in my silence;  
This heart is labouring a revenge.  Enter Captain. 
Captain, what news? the Court is merry still?  Cap. 
Not altogether so merry as it was hoped for.  Leon. 
Can there be an eclipse already?  Cap. 
I have not read the Almanac for this year,  
But by my Court Astronomy, I find  
Our Sun and Moon are in no Conjunction;  
They take their fit by turns, the King was cold  
And full of phlegm last night, and they that wait  
Near both, report the Queen this morning looked  
As she had wept.  Leon. 
O, tears of joy.  Cap. 
Of anger rather, if you saw her sullenness.  
She frowns on every man, she turned away  
One of her servants but this morning, for  
Presenting her with Verses, that did praise  
The King, and wish her fruitful. Her own Page  
Was whipped, for saying the King lay with the Queen  
And might for aught he knew, get her with child ere morning.  Leon. 
Thou art humorous.  Cap. 
And so are they.  Leon. 
This begins well; and what  
Do people talk abroad of me, and my  
Affront?  Cap. 
Why, they say they are sorry for you,  
Especially the women.  Leon. 
Thou art pleasant.  Cap. 
Some that are chief in counsel, privately  
Suspect it but a trick of State; and that  
You had discovered underhand the Queen  
Was not—  Leon. 
Leave this mirth; let me endear thy care  
For my intelligence at Court; I must  
Not off so tamely; and expect me here,  
After a small dispatch, I have more to impart.  Exit. Cap. 
Your humble creature still Sir. 'Las poor Gent'  
Were I as capable to be entertained now, in revenge  
I would mount all the Madams in the Court,  
There should be nothing like a woman in't,  
But I would touse and tumble: Who are these?  Enter two Citizens. 1. Cit. 
Save you Sir.  Cap. 
It may be so.  2. Cit. 
Pray Sir take no offence, we have been enquiring  
About the Court for two Gentlemen.  Cap. 
And cannot your four eyes see two Gentlemen  
I'th' Court?  1. Cit. 
Excuse us Sir, we have seen many, you  
May guess we have relation to the City Sir,  
And would be glad to meet two of our old acquaintances,  
A brace of our Tribe,  
We hear, translated first out of the City,  
To be Sons o'th' Sword, are since turned Courtiers.  
Pray d'ye know 'em?  Enter Lieutenant and Violinda. Cap. 
Yes children of the Gown, but their employment  
Woe not give 'em leave to attend such vulgar conference,  
And here comes one of the Moon-calves, does he look  
Like a Haberdasher, that's one of the Maids of Honour  
The weasel loves a Hens-Nest, and I have settled  
This persuasion, That no woman can hold out,  
Now he is sworn a servant extraordinary.  1. Cit. 
Sir do you know us?  Lieut. 
No.  2. Cit. 
We were your neighbours, and of the same trade  Cap. 
They'll make him sweat; how the Rogue gloats upon 'em  1. Cit. 
We were of your acquaintance, when you sold Garters.  Lieut. 
Go hang yourselves.  2. Cit. 
And Statute-lace.  Viol. 
What are these?  Lieut. 
Poor men that had some losses late by fire,  
And would become my Clients to procure  
Some Letters Patents to beg by; alas, they are half distracted.  1. Cit. 
He's proud— I have a parcel of Periwigs  
Please you, for old acquaintance, put 'em off for me,  
Among some friends of yours at Court, whose skulls  
Are but thinly furnished; the hair is of a  
Gentlewoman's spinning.  Cap. 
I could love this Citizen, and owe him any money  
For his confident abusing him.  Exit Violinda. 
He has bribed her absence with some Ring or Bracelet,  
lest she should taste the discovery now.  1. Cit. 
Methinks you need not be so proud.  Lieut. 
I would have you to know that I am an extraordinary—  Cap. 
Proud Coxcomb.  Lieut. 
Servant to the Queen. What I was,  
I am willing to forget;  
What you are, is apparent, I defy the  
Dunghill I came from, and it is scandalum  
Magnatum to be so saucy.  Exit. 1. Cit. 
I will not leave your worship so.  Exit. Cap. 
What will this Rascal do with himself?  
Here comes the other Fool to make up the Gemini.  Enter Ancient with two Petitions. Ant. 
Hum, I will not know him— Let me see—  
The humble Petition of—  2. Cit. 
Save you Matter—  Ant. 
Prithee fellow do not trouble me—  
Humbly praying— The Queen shall sign it.  
Let me see this other—  Cap. 
Who the devil will bring him a Petition,  
This Whelp has discovered him, and now would  
Pretend himself most busily employed  
About Petitions to the Queen.  Ant. 
Hum, shall daily pray for— Hum.  Cap. 
More wit and money a your side; for your  
Extraordinary place will not hold out.  2. Cit. 
Sir I have a suit to you.  Ant. 
Is it Embroidered Satin Sir, or Scarlet?  
Yet if your business do hold weight and consequence,  
may deserve to wear your thankfulness  
In Tissue or cloth of Bodkin; Ermines are for Princes.  2. Cit. 
Alas my Suit is not worth your wearing.  Ant. 
Good faith Sir you must excuse me, at this time  
My attendance is expected at the Counsel, come  
To my Chamber by five o'clock in the morning  
Four days hence, and you shall be sure to find  
Me—  Cap. 
asleep.  2. Cit. 
But do you not know me?  Ant. 
Hum. Yes I have seen your phisnomy, were you  
Never in a conspicuous place, called the Pillory.  2. Cit. 
How, the Pillory?  Cap. 
A skirmish, and it be thy will.  2. Cit. 
If it were not in the Court Garden,  
I would beat out thy brains.  Ant. 
Take heed, for I am an extraordinary— Sir  2. Cit. 
rat-catcher.  Cap. 
You may beat out his brains here as securely  
As if you met him i'th' market; Marry if you do  
Not kill him outright, it is but the loss  
Of your hand.  2. Cit. 
I would it were but the loss of my left hand  
To beat one of thy eyes out— Are you an Ancient?  Ant. 
Thank you for that, so I might deserve  
To be beaten. I am an extraordinary Sir.  Cap. 
And deserves to be beaten accordingly.  
You may kick him without danger.  2. Cit. 
May I?  Enter 1. Citizen kicking the Lieutenant. Cap. 
Look, your friend will show you a precedent  
He is acquainted with the Court latitude.  1. Cit. 
This is no striking.  Lieut. 
I know it is not.  Cap. 
They are subtle knaves, and know the Law.  Lieut. 
A pox upon 'em, I feel it.  Ant. 
At their peril say I, these poor things  
Do not believe that we are extraordinary men,  
I shall know you another time, I shall.  Cap. 
If you had known him now it had been better  
For your haunches. Well, I ha' not done with  
These whelps yet, till they are undone.  
I shall never be sufficiently revenged for their affront  
At Court. The Prince commanded me to  
Expect his return here, I'll not leave  Enter Rosania. 
The Garden. Who's this?  Rosa. 
Is perjury no sin? or can Heaven be  
So busy or asleep? Such crimes of men  
Pass with impunity? Let this wake your anger:  
This; Ferdinand is married, all his vows  
Scattered in th' air, dispersed like withered leaves,  
And hurried on the wings of some rude Wind,  
Whose pride was to deflower the Spring; Oh Ferdinand,  
Couldst thou, whilst yet thy breath was warm with love,  
With love of me, call back thy faith, and tear  
Thy Heart from mine to plant it in her Bosom?  Capt. 
How's this?  Rosa. 
What though she be a Queen? could any thirst  
Of present title flatter thy Soul from me?  
I that left all for thee, and would have called  
Death for thy cause a triumph, now must live  
The scorn of my own thoughts, despised by thee.  Capt. 
Here's a new business; this obscures me quaintly.  Enter Leandro. Lean. 
The King commands you not to leave the Garden.  
He espied you from the Gallery Window, and  
Would have you here attend him.  Rosa. 
Sir, may I  
Without offence, ask if the King be merry?  Leand. 
We are scarce yet acquainted with his nature,  
But we observe no jubilee in his eyes,  
Nor is the Queen so pleasant as our hopes  
Did promise after Marriage.  Rosa. 
Pray excuse this boldness.  Leand. 
You'll expect his pleasure here?  Exit. Rosa. 
'Tis my ambition once more to see,  
And speak with him, and if his language break not  Enter Queen, Leandro. 
My Heart, I'll take my leave— the Queen.  Leand. 
He is a Servant to whom the King  
Was pleased to show affection, when he had  
No expectation of your Royal favour.  Que. 
I do remember, I observed him once  
Use more than common passion to this servant,  
And if we may build any confidence  
Upon a fair aspect, he may deserve it.  
Say we would speak with him; my Heart's oppressed  
With melancholy, something tells my spirit  
I am too tame; have I advanced a thing  
Without a name to perch on the same Cloud  
With me, and for his sake slighted a Prince,  
My Honour, and his Faith, transported with  
My folly and his charms of tongue and person?  
And dares he pay me with neglect and coldness?  
Oh my vexed soul! but he shall find I have  
A sense of my dishonour; and yet open  
Ways become trivial and poor revengers,  
I will do something that shall sting him to  
Repentance; my Lord you now may leave us.  Ex. Leandro. 
Sir of what Country are you?  Rosa. 
Of Valentia.  Que. 
Your name?  Rosa. 
Tiberio.  
My Parents not ignoble, yet too hasty  
I'th' apprehension of Prince Ferdinand;  
His Fortune (if I may yet call him so)  
Gave me to be his page, I must confess  
My diligence thrived so well since I came to him,  
That he did value me above his servant.  Que. 
Yet I've not seen you wait since we were married.  Rosa. 
It was no want of duty Madam, I  
Had late some wrestling with a Fever, that  
Compelled me to my Chamber, and disabled me  
For fit attendance.  Que. 
Why dost weep?  Rosa. 
I Madam?  Que. 
I see the tears.  Rosa. 
They are not sorrow then to see my Master  
Possessed of so much happiness in your love,  
And I am confident, his soul so full  
Of Honour and regard to your great virtues  
Will seal him worth your gracious favours Madam,  
And the world's Envy.  Que. 
I'll not blame him now  
For loving thee; and so much hath thy faith  
And innocence prevailed, thou shalt translate  
Thy service, and be mine, he shall consent.  Ros. 
I am to both most humble.  Que. 
Prithee tell me,  
Making so much of thee, he does impart  
Sometimes the secrets of his bosom to thee.  
Tell me what fault he has, for thou know'st all.  Rosa. 
'Las Madam I know none,  
Or if I did, it ill became the trust  
And duty of a servant to reveal 'em  Que. 
Thou were't his bedfellow?  Ros. 
Gracious Madam—  Que. 
does he not wanton in the night, and talk  
Of Mistresses.  Ros. 
By truth not to me Madam.  Que. 
Dissemble not  
know he has a Mistress.  Rosa. 
If love were ever so unkind to him—  Que. 
Unkind? why is't a sin to love? I shall  
Suspect thy Youth has not been free, thy looks  
Betray some seeds of Love.  Rosa. 
By all that's good  
never was in love but with my Master.  Capt. 
Good.  Que. 
He is not worth it.  Rosa. 
Madam.  Que. 
Be wise, and govern well thy hopes. I'll help  
Thee to a Mistress; thoust no Mistress yet?  Rosa. 
But you self Madam.  Que. 
It shall be no other.  
Thy Master is ingrateful.  Ros. 
Goodness aid him.  Que. 
And wisdom thee, thou art a pretty youth,  
I will reward thee better, if thou canst  
Be faithful and obey.  Rosa. 
In all things Madam  
That shall become your creature.  Que. 
'Tis not safe  
To play with a Queen's favours, you shall wait  
Near us; forget thy Master, and be happy.  Exit. Ros. 
What clue can guide me in this Labyrinth?  
I would when I had lost Ferdinand's Heart  
I had lost my understanding. She returns.  Enter Queen. Que. 
The King is coming this way; now be free,  
Thou shalt have reason afterwards to bless  
Thy fate, this cannot chose but vex him.  The Queen is pleasant with Ros. Enter Ferdinand. Fer. 
The Queen so pleasant? she has lost her sullenness,  
Plays with his Hair, and smiles.  Ros. 
Madam, the King  
Observes us.  Ferd. 
Strokes his cheek too, she does want  
A Ganymede; my poor Rosania  
Art thou the path she walks on to revenge,  
All is not well within her Heart but mine  
Sinks with the heavy pressure— she is gone.  Exit Queen 
The Queen does grace you much Tiberio,  
Those favours are not common.  Rosa. 
She is pleased  
For your sake Sir to cast some smile upon me;  
I know 'twas your request she should be kind,  
To keep my Heart alive.  Ferd. 
thouart not discovered.  Ros. 
Did not you discourse  
My story to her?  Ferd. 
I?  Ros. 
Take heed, yet this  
Will add but a thin Feather to the scale  
Of my misfortune, she knows all, and in  
The pity of my sufferings says you are  
Not worth my love, and calls you most ingrateful  Ferd. 
We are both lost, till now there was some hope  
How to repair thy sorrow.  Rosa. 
Do not mock me;  
'Tis a worse tyranny than to kill, to laugh  
At what you have made wretched, 'tis as possible  
To call past ages back.  Ferd. 
Take heed Rosania,  
And be not Judge of what thou know'st not, dearest.  Rosa. 
I know too much.  Ferd. 
That I am Married.  Rosa. 
there's no truth in Man.  Ferd. 
You are too rash; for there is truth in me,  
In Ferdinand, though in thy thoughts held black  
And stained prodigiously with breach of faith,  
I have not broke my vow, do not compel me  
By thy unbelief to do a Sin I hate  
As much as I love thee.  Rosa. 
Have you a Soul?  Ferd. 
Yes, and thy Eye shall read it, be but calm,  
That Soul, thou once didst love, white with his first  
Simplicity and faith; I won't urge  
In my excuse the beauty of the Queen  
Enough to melt a Scythian into love,  
But call to mind my dear Rosania,  
And do but put upon thee Ferdinand  
So late forgotten by his Stars, a prisoner,  
Slaved like a villain at the bar, expecting  
At every breath his sentence, nay admit  
Rosania, the best part of his Soul  
Stood like a weeping fountain to take leave  
Of what she never must salute again:  
In this extreme, to preserve Ferdinand  
And save Rosania, wouldst thou scorn the breath  
Of mercy, that did Court thee from the Lips  
Of a great Queen? couldst thou love Rosania,  
If thou wert Ferdinand to lose thyself?  
Whom she would follow in a stream of tears,  
And when she had made an Island of thy tomb,  
Striving to swim to thee, she could not choose,  
But drown herself in her own waves. I prithee  
Take reason to thee, and when thoust considered—  Rosa. 
Persuade me I am not Rosania,  
And I will say 'tis virtue, and that yet  
Your heart may grow with mine; is not the Queen  
Possessed of that which should have been my title,  
A Wife to Ferdinand?  Ferd. 
'Tis confessed the world  
Doth think it so, I did consent to ceremony.  Ros. 
Call you enjoying of the Queen but ceremony?  Ferd. 
Pause there, and if thou hast but so much charity  
To think I dare not blaspheme Heaven, I'll call  
That, and the Angels boldly to my witness,  
The Queen's to me a stranger yet.  Ros. 
A miracle.  Ferd. 
Retain but love, as thou preservest thy sweetness,  
And that will teach thee to believe that Ferdinand,  
howe'er saluted King is still thy subject,  
And though her Husband, in my faith to thee  
The Marriage Bed hath still our Virgin sheets;  
A Brother might embrace a Sister, with  
The heat I brought; that this is truth, the power  
And name I have, shall only serve to make  
Our flight secure into another Kingdom,  
And when I part with these new shining glories,  
Thy faith will be confirmed, and thou acknowledge  
I ventured much to keep my Heart thy servant.  Ros. 
I know not what to say; is not the Queen  
Displeased?  Ferd. 
She is, but cunningly disguiseth  
Her passion to the World; but I forgot  
What must enlarge my fears of her revenge  
If thou be known Rosania.  Ros. 
Lose that fear,  
I am still safe, and now I see the cause  
Makes her repent her favours, and thy greatness;  
Forgive me Ferdinand, and yet I know not,  
All is not well, there's poison in this balsam  
Prepared for thee.  Ferd. 
From whom?  Ros. 
Rosania.  Ferd. 
When she shall but consent to have me die,  
She shall not trouble poison to send off  
My despised life, my soul in just obedience  
To her command will take a cheerful flight  
In hope to serve her in the other World.  Ros. 
You shall know more hereafter, and let this  
Secure your thoughts, she yet believes me what  
This shape presents, but without wise prevention,  
I fear I shall not live too long concealed;  
I dare not say her honour is a bleeding,  
But a Queen thus distasted may not find  
That Ice within her blood; we are interrupted.  Enter Rodriguez. Rodri. 
Your pardon Sir; 'tis the Queen's pleasure  
This Gentleman attend her in the Gallery.  Ferd. 
He shall wait her commands—  Ex. Rodri. 
I know not what to counsel, 'tis not safe  
Sweet to neglect her, yet my fears of some  
Ill fate, are round about me like a mist,  
And dark my understanding; let a kiss  
And silence teach our souls some new discourse.  Capt. 
Why here's a volume of Intelligence  
I'll stay no longer to expect the Prince,  
But seek him out immediately; disguises?  
King by your leave, I shall untruss your Mistress.  Ex Rosa. 
I know not what I feel nor what to fear,  
If love e'er meant a Tragedy; 'tis here.  Ford. 
If we ne'er meet again, one more salute  
Shall fortify our lives by joining breath,  
Nor shall our last hard fate deny us this,  
To change our faithful Souls at our last kiss.  Exeunt severally.  

ACT. IV.  Enter Rodriguez, Leandro, Ernesto. Ernest. 
I Know not what to think on't, but if I  
Have any sense, there is some new state madness  
Crept into Court.  Rodri. 
Are we not all asleep,  
And these fine dreams perplex us?  Leand. 
No 'tis waking.  Rod. 
Show me the tenth part of a reason why  
The Queen did Marry him.  Lea. 
'Twas destiny.  Ernest. 
Why since should he be melancholy?  Rod. 
Or she so humorous?  Ernest. 
Not lie together? pray Heaven the Gentleman  
Be found with no defective title in him.  Leand. 
Observe her favours to that Boy, he was  
His servant, now her minion. I like not  
These violent wheels; the whole frame may be soon  
Endangered, if these passions be not cured.  Rod. 
New lodgings for him, near her own, and he  
Given free access to the Bedchamber.  Leand. 
'Tis nought  
Or will be so, I pity the good King;  
Though she have raised him to the highest glory  
Her power extended too, yet to make this height  
His precipice, and throw him into scorn,  
Nay poison the best hopes he had of honour,  
And love from her, and in his sight to Court  
A Boy, his servant? It would vex the best  
Of all our tempers, if we felt the sting on't.  Enter Rosania and Violinda (passing over the Stage.) Er. 
He's here, that Lady is the Queen's Cabinet.  Lean. 
They are merry about the Mouth.  Er. 
Another summons?  
'Tis possible the Queen may Marry him too.  Lean. 
There is some mystery we cannot reach.  
If we do well remember, there's a Law  
Made by herself, as soon as she was Queen,  
To keep wife's Pulses temperate, and correct  
The insolent Blood of Women that had Husbands.  Er. 
And Men were not exempted.  Leand. 
I say no more.  
But Heaven maintain the Law, and the Lawmakers,  
And conjure down that Devil,  
'Tis the King and the smooth Boy, let's leave 'em.  Exeunt Lords. Enter Ferdinand, and Rosania. Ferd. 
Was this the lady's Message? does the Queen  
Take thee into such favour?  Rosa. 
I tell truth,  
And though it sound but ill on the Queen's part,  
Because she thinks me what I seem my Lord,  
You need not to wear one Cloud upon your Face  
When you remember who I am, my fears  
Are thick upon my Heart, how to secure  
This shadow any longer.  Ferd. 
That afflicts  
Me most Rosania, for it pleases me  
To hear she can affect thee; but what way  
To keep her expectation high, and thee  
(My dearest) safe? her passions may be violent.  Rosa. 
They are already Sir, if I mistake not;  
I wish to Heaven that you were reconciled  
To do the office of a Husband to her,  
That peace would keep her Bosom clear, and I  
Should live to all the World except yourself  
A stranger still.  Ferd. 
What language speaks Rosania?  
there's death in every syllable; should I  
Obey what thou desir'st, and do the office  
Of a Husband, ha?  Rosa. 
I'll wait upon you still,  
And hope you will vouchsafe me now and then  
A harmless smile; her beauty will deserve  
Your whole heart, and there's something in the memory  
Of what she has advanced you to, will help  
To make you kind.  Ferd. 
Should I enjoy the Queen?  
Because the misery of my fate compelled  
A ceremonious sin? shall I betray  
The essence of my faith, and leave a curse,  
When thou art known, upon my name for ever?  
If thou hast taken new resolves against me,  
Punish my heart some other way; had she  
More ornament than ever met in woman,  
Mistress of more perfection than Poets  
Invented for the Queen of love, to this  
Were the proud Empire of the World her own,  
And she would make me Lord of her, and these,  
It would not buy me to the pleasure of  
One night's embrace, my body shall not carry  
My soul so far astray; the Man condemned  
To live in a perpetual Snow, hath not  
A purer Frost within his blood.  Rosa. 
This but  
Engenders a new grief although it bind  
Rosania's Heart there is yet one way left  
And that ere I pronounce you must forgive;  
There is a trembling in my tongue and I  
Already feel such Winter in my breath,  
My timorous Lips do wither.  Ferd. 
Do not fright  
My Soul too much there's something threatens me  
So like a loss of these, that I am left  
A piece of shaking Earth, death cannot look  
To make me tremble so; canst thou forsake me?  Ros. 
Not in my Heart but give my body leave  
To seek some other place my Lord to dwell in.  
When I am gone into some wilderness,  
You will find ease at Heart, and love the Queen,  
And perfect all; I'll pray you may live happy.  
And hold Intelligence with some gentle Winds  
That shall convey my wishes and return  
What joys do follow you; the purling Rivers  
I'll teach your name and they which guide this way  
Shall bring thee something Ferdinand of mine;  
My tears I know will not be lost, which I  
Will send thee daily by the courteous stream,  
Clear pledges of my faith; consent my Lord  
I may depart and you shall choose your way,  
To every blessing here.  Ferd. 
Not till we meet  
With one embrace, and take our flight together;  
And I have thought a way to perfect it,  
Observe my sweet Rosania, the Queen  
Thou sayst affects thee, cherish it, with all  
The softness of her creature; if she allow,  
Kiss her, and promise what young lovers do,  
Examine not, but by thy love to me  
Be free in amorous language, if she have  
Heat to a private meeting in her Chamber,  
Obey, this shall secure our love's ambition.  
inquire not, but resolve, and let me know  
The time.  Ros. 
You will attempt no violence  
Upon the Queen?  Ferd. 
By this—  Kisses her. Ros. 
What if she have commanded me  
This Night?  Ferd. 
To meet?  Ros. 
In her Bedchamber.  Ferd. 
Ha! obey it.  Ros. 
At a late hour.  Ferd. 
It shall beget our comfort  
If thou consent.  Rosa. 
But shall I not expose  
myself to danger, if her love pursue  
Immodest ends, since you advise I should  
Apply myself to her desires?  Ferd. 
If she  
Take too much flame, by some soft art delay her,  
Till I come to close all; keep still thy person  
Secret, the least discovery will destroy  
Us both; the Evening with much haste prepares  
Thy visit and our happiness.  Rosa. 
I'll obey,  
But be you sure to come.  Ferd. 
Lose thou no time  
Now to endear thee to her, let us part  
Love will find balm to cure the wounded Heart.  Exeunt severally A Table, and Lights, set out, then Enter Queen, and Violinda. Que. 
Was he not cheerful when he promised thee?  Viol. 
He was, and he was not.  Que. 
I have a strange apprehension, and this doth feed it.  Viol. 
I told him 'twas an honour worth his joyful  
entertainment.  Que. 
If it should prove successful, my revenge  
Were perfect, I'm resolute to pursue—  Viol. 
It makes well  
For your contrivement that the King and you do  
Lodge at distance— stay, I hear a tread.  Que. 
I hope 'tis he.  Enter Leonario. Viol. 
Prince Leonario Madam.  Que. 
What comes he for?  Leon. 
Although I have small expectation  
For my own sake, that you can pardon Madam  
This bold access, and at so dark an hour,  
Yet when you have heard my business, You will know  
yourself so much concerned, I'll not despair  
To find your mercy.  Que. 
You prepare me for  
Something of consequence.  Leon. 
Please you to dismiss  
Your Lady, I have something to deliver  
Won't become her knowledge.  Que. 
Leave us— now,  Ex. Violinda. 
Our conference is free, your grace's pleasure?  
It must be matter of much essence, that  
Could not expect till morning, but you're welcome.  Leon. 
This time and darkness Madam best becomes him,  
Who for your sake blushes to see the Day,  
But I came not to chide my wrongs have learned  
A modest silence, my approach is not  
To name a suffering of mine but to  
Discover what already is prepared  
Against your peace and honour.  Que. 
Is it treason?  Leon. 
It is, but threatens not your life, you may  
Live many years upon the wound.  Que. 
You fright me.  Leon. 
Lose not the beauty of your cheek so soon,  
Hide not beneath that cold and killing Snow,  
One Rosy blush, and yet that pale would show  
Like Innocence which you have lost; oh Madam  
Had you not made a forfeit of your truth  
To me no storm could shake you but your soul  
That made no change could know no fear; I come  
To tell you what just providence hath done  
In my revenge, your breach of vow is punished  
With loss of faith in him to whom you gave  
The Heart you promised me, the King, whose pride  
You built on my dishonour, is as false,  
As you were.  Que. 
This is passion but be  
Not yet too rash in censuring him. Whom I  
Have placed so near, I must defend, nor will  
He need my strength, to make their blood account  
That dare traduce his honour; he has a Heart—  Leon. 
A false one. I was born without a fear,  
And dare upon his bosom (wear he worth  
The manly contestation,) write him perjured.  Que. 
I would this were not envy; but admit  
He be thus guilty, 'tis a fault in him.  Leon. 
No Madam, it is yours; that sin that poisoned  
The expectation of my joys in you,  
Hath made him false, and will excuse his story,  
When you are named that broke your faith to me;  
I can have no hope now to be repaired,  
But if it be worth memory to know  
The triumph waits on Innocence, the World  
Shall say the Queen deserved to meet a scorn  
Deep as her wrongs to me.  Que. 
It cannot be.  Leon. 
Think so, and help to make the revenge greater,  
Till the winds catch the black report and multiply  
The shame, by scattering it about the Kingdom,  
Sit still, and careless of your fame, encourage  
His private lust, his Mistress now in Court.  Que. 
A Mistress in the Court?  Leon. 
Yes Madam, in the Court.  
And may one day think any second place  
Too narrow to contain her greatness, she—  Que. 
As you're a Prince no more; I have done ill,  
And find the penance here It does agree  
With his neglects, and adds new flame to my  
Young jealousy; I feel a tempest rising;  
By all your goodness leave me Sir; I cannot  
Now right you more than mourn, and give belief to you.  
No more I pray you, by all your love to honour.  Leon. 
I ha' done,  
And take my leave, my everlasting leave,  
'Tis time; how like the day, that flattered us  
With cheerful light, are my desires fled hence,  
And left me here a prodigy of darkness,  
A walking Hearse, hung round about with night,  
Whose wings must one day cover all? farewell.  
If any Star look forth, it is to call  
Me hence, and light me to another World.  
Our Lips are never like to meet again.  Kisses Exit. 
Farewell, if I but stay, I shall forgive her.  Que. 
A Mistress in the Court? something is busy  
About my Heart.  Enter Violinda. Viol. 
The Prince is gone.  Que. 
No matter.  
Affronted thus? but I forgot to ask  
Her name that rivals me; how this passion  
Befools our understanding, and prevents  
The knowledge, and the cure of what afflicts us!  
The Morning will assure all; but shall this  
Strike me to ashes? I may find a way  
To my revenge.  Enter Violinda. Viol. 
Tiberio is come Madam.  Que. 
Wait carefully.  Viol. 
I know my duty.  Enter Rosania: (Kneels and Kisses her Hand.) Que. 
Rise,  
This meeting was not meant for ceremony,  
there's something in this presence will deserve  
We should put off all state, and speak like friends.  
You must be covered too. I'll have it so.  
We are private now.  Rosa. 
These graces will  
Undo a youth, whose birth, and careless Stars  
Ordained him to be humble, and with duty  
Wait on your meanest servant.  Que. 
Thou shalt soon have cause  
To think thy Stars are careful of thee, if  
Thou canst be wise.  Rosa. 
Alas! my years are few.  Que. 
Thy knowledge is not wanting to distinguish  
Whose favours Court thee, and apply thyself  
To understand, and thank the kind bestower;  
'Tis in my power to make thee great.  Rosa. 
You may  
Advance this worthless walking shadow Madam,  
And when you like the free and bounteous Sun  
Have blessed me with your rays, it is but like  
His glorious warmth bestowed upon a piece  
Of rude and barren Earth, which takes not from  
The lustre of your Beams, but shows more clearly,  
By your own light, what poverty you shined on.  Quee. 
This modesty becomes you not, look in  
My eye, and read what's there.  Rosa. 
Some thing like anger,  
Enough to strike me dead.  Quee. 
What now?  Rosa. 
A smile,  
And such attending sweetness—  Quee. 
Thus it shall  
Invite thee still to gaze, and love, Tiberio,  
No frown shall point on thee; I find my eyes  
Were meant for thee, and all they graced before,  
But objects of mistake. Here, here, O turn  
Thy lovely face away, left I be seen  
To blush, my heart hath chose to place my love  
And the reward; this would become thy tongue  
A great deal better, Come sit down Tiberio.  
What still an infant's understanding? Think  
I am the man, and learn a little better,  
What beauty dwells upon this hand, What softness,  
How like the Snow, or Innocence it shows,  
yet fires my heart with every gentle touch.  Rosa. 
Dear Madam; would the King would come.  Que. 
This is a happiness that Kings should sue for,  
And yet there are poor comforts in these Kisses;  
Let hands preserve Society with hands,  
And with there change of whiteness, and of Balm,  
Make wealthy one another: But let what  
Was meant for kisses meet, and find out pleasure  
By warm exchange of souls from our soft lips. Kisses.  
Madam, how like you this?  Rosa. 
Madam.  Que. 
I suppose you a Lady all this while,  
And I the man, our lips must meet again,  
Will this instruct thee nothing?  Ros. 
Gracious Madam.  Que. 
And yet this recreation comes short,  
Dear Lady, of what love might well allow us.  
Admit you are a Queen, you are not bound  
To thin your Royal Blood with frost, but as  
Your power, your pleasure should exceed; nay grant  
You have a man (a man said I) that can  
Keep love alive, and warm a yielding bosom,  
Yet where from the invitement of your eye,  
And amorous choice, I am become your servant,  
You may be a little kinder.  Rosa. 
Madam, I know not  
How with the safety of myself, my duty,  
And your own name and power, to understand you,  
(Yet this to some would need but little Comment)  
Can you place such a value on a thing  
That not deserves to breathe your name? Or should  
I hope these charms of Language you have spread  
To catch my heart which hath no wings, but where  
It can believe; For you transcend so much  
In wonder of your love, a willing Faith  
Not easily can reach it. But dear Madam,  
I know all this is but to try my duty,  
And you have pleased to choose me forth, to make  
These silent hours more grateful, by the mirth  
My weak replies may raise you,  Que. 
Miracle!  
I but imagined thee a woman, now  
I shall believe thee one indeed; this coldness  
Becomes no masculine habit. Come, we'll in,  
And change our Sexes; Thou shalt wear my clothes,  
And I will put on these, help on with thine,  
And I will dress thee handsomely, and then  
We'll act again.  Ros. 
Not for the world dear Madam, Not yet come?  Que. 
The world? This confirms my jealousy.  
I'll search you to the soul, Adonis come,  
I'll call thee so, and court thee with more charm  
Than Venus did, when in the Idalian Groves  
To buy a kiss, she offered the proud Boy  
Her flaming Chariot, and her Doves of Snow.  
'Tis in thy power to make thy fate and heart  
More happy by consent to meet with mine;  
Tempt not the anger of a Queen despised,  
Whose breath can like a whirlwind snatch thee up,  
And drop thee in a Wilderness, where with sorrow  
For thy neglect, thou by degrees mayst sigh  
thyself into a Mist, which no Sunbeam  
Shall pity or take up into a Cloud.  
But love me, and compose thy heart to mine,  
we'll live with more delight, than fancy can  
Enrich Elysium with. The soft hours shall stay  
Till we allow 'em Wings, and while we kiss  
And on each others Lips breath Incense thus,  
we'll have ten thousand Cupids for our guard,  
Whose Bows shall awe the destinies, and we write  
The King and Queen of Fate.  Enter Ferdinand, Leandro, Rodriguez, Ernesto, Captain, Guard. Ferd. 
Will this deserve your faith?  Leand. 
We must believe.  Enter Violinda. Viol. 
We are undone, the King.  Que. 
False Keys?  Rosa. 
'Twas time to come.  Ferd. 
Had I not cause, my Lords, to appear sad,  
When I suspected this so great affront?  
My melancholy all this while was but  
A mourning for this shame: Look but my Lords  
Into yourselves, and make this suffering yours.  Viol. 
Madam be raised again, I have an art  
To fetch you off with honour, and the youth too.  
I will persuade him there can be no cure  
In this extreme. but to pretend himself  
A woman; I will dress him in your Gown  
Before they can be ware on't; they all know  
This way he cannot fly, mean time put on  
A confidence, and let them know you are  
The Queen, not to be shaken with their power;  
This will gain time.  Que. 
Prosper in this.  Viol. 
I will  
Redeem my fault, or never sleep again.  Exit with Rosania. Ferd. 
She blushes not.  
Were she nor Queen, what names could we bestow  
Upon this want of modesty?  Leand. 
'Tis plain.  
We came in time.  Ferd. 
Most happily to prevent  
Some further act of shame; can she look on us  
Without a blush?  Que. 
I see no such attraction  
In your state faces, that I should desire  
Much to look on 'em. Who made you King I pray?  Ferd. 
Your power I dare not call it love, presuming  
That I was fit to be your property,  
Without a soul to see, or have a sense  
Of these dishonours; This rank heat of blood,  
Madam, what penitence can make this clear?  
Admit your thoughts were wanton, and your flame,  
Too great to be suppressed, could you find none  
For your adulterate embrace, but one  
That was my servant? my own hound devour me?  
As if your lust had not enough of shame  
And mischief to me, but your malice must  
Appear in't too; with what security  
Can I expect to live, when she begins  
So soon to poison me?  Leand. 
We heard her say  
They two would write themselves the King and Queen,  Rod. 
So we did all.  Ferd. 
You may consider these.  Leand. 
'Tis impious  
Madam with what grief do we  
Remember now that Law you made  
After your Coronation to preserve  
The name of your sex chaste which gave our Hearts  
Hope of your blessed progress; you made it death  
To stain the Marriage-bed; where shall we expect  
The life of that good act, when you begin  
A breach of chastity by so black example?  
If the King urge an Execution  
Of what our vote confirmed by yours imposed  
Upon the kingdom, you should prove yourself  
More innocent or give us cause to mourn  
This fall from virtue  Er. 
Madam we grieve for you.  Queen 
So, so, have your great wisdoms said all yet?  
I laugh at you (poor things) and am so far  
From trembling at your thunder, that I pity you;  
And first I'll let you know you selves, you are  
I take it all my subjects, I will not  
Exempt you Sir, since Marriage takes not off  
My Interest, and Essence here all strength  
Flowing from me, and your Derivative shine  
Extinct, when I frown you to darkness; by  
What power dare you take an account of me?  
That am above your Laws, which must obey  
Me, as their Soul, and Die when I forsake 'em?  
But I will reason coolly, and admit  
They live in force ;'gainst whom? are you so shallow,  
To think we that created, and decreed 'em  
For vulgar reformation, must be squared  
And leveled by 'em, as we meant to lose  
Our Character and distinction, and stoop  
Toth' common file of subjects? this were policy!  
I speak not this with sense of any guilt,  
So to decline it, for I here defy you,  
And bring an Innocence shall strike a blush  
Upon your Souls; that sinned in my suspicion.  Aside. Ferd. 
Where is the Boy? Ernesto take him to  
Your custody, and bid him not despair,  
I have contrived the rest.  Enter Rosania (like a Woman) and Violinda. Er. 
He's here.  Viol. 
Take it upon you, if it come to searching  
we'll find a Jury.  Capt. 
You are deceived my Lord, with your good pardon, He is not here.  Er. 
Who is not here?  Capt. 
The he you do expect;  
And your Officious Ladyship might well  
Have spared your pains, to put on all this trim.  Ferd. 
What means the fellow?  Capt. 
'Tis no news to your Sir.  
I could have told the Queen before and you  
My honourable Lords, this was no Boy,  
Though now he would but seem o'th' t'other sex,  
I knew her name.  Ros. 
My name?  Capt. 
Are not you called Rosania?  Ferd. 
Ha! betrayed?  Capt. 
Yes indeed is she, you were present Sir  
I'th' Garden when this fine hermaphrodite  
Declared what sex was hid behind the Breeches,  
And this I certified the Prince before.  Que. 
Now 'tis clear.  Capt. 
There are some tokens too I can remember,  
As kisses, and excuse for marrying with  
The Queen, a Virgin still, etc.  Omnes. 
A Woman?  Viol. 
But are you a Woman indeed?  Capt. 
And now my Lords, if you have Hearts that are  
Honest and daring come about again,  
For this is but a cunning piece of treason,  
Against your Faith, and the Queen's honour.  Ferd. 
We are both lost Rosania.  Capt. 
'Tis truth, or take my Head off.  Que. 
You do believe this transformation,  
And know this Lady, my good Lord, I did  
Suspect before the cause of your neglects,  
And meeting with some dark Intelligence  
From the Prince, to perfect this discovery,  
Did in my Chamber woo with aptest forms  
Of Love, to try how long the sex would be  
Concealed; you heard a part, and see us kiss,  
And came in time with these wise Noblemen  
To prevent further acts of shame.  Rodri. 
is't possible?  Rosa. 
It was an ill contrivement to make me  
Proof of the Queen's dishonour.  Er. 
An apparent Plot  
Against the life and honour of the Queen,  
Since he would urge that Law maliciously  
Against her, knowing this to be a Woman,  
And his close strumpet.  Rodri. 
The same Law must be  
Their trial.  Leand. 
What a change is here already?  Que. 
You must not Lords deny me Justice.  Rodri. 
'Tis insufferable  
Against a common person.  Er. 
Let his first  
Treason, if you think good Madam, be urged  
In accusation.  Leand. 
So, so.  Que. 
You did us service Captain.  Capt. 
I am bound too't, here's more news for the Prince.  Que. 
Use your pleasures.  Exit. Rod. 
What need we circumstance, let him die tomorrow.  Que. 
Death will be mercy to so much ingratitude,  
Command them both to several custodies.  
The morning shall behold 'em dead—  Ros. 
Now more lost than ever.  Exeunt. Manent. Fred Ros. & Guard. Ferd. 
Pray let's take  
Short leave of one another, 'tis in vain  
To reason against providence, or say  
We might ha' lived; though I must die, and after  
Be hid in my obscurest name, and shade,  
I must declare whose blood they will profane  
In bleeding thee; farewell, our last, last kiss.  
My heart would fain come to thee, I will make it  
My humble suit with my last breath it may  
Be quickly sent thee.  Rosa. 
We shall both meet, when  
This dust falls off, and our souls kiss again.  Exeunt.  

ACT. V.  Enter Leandro, Rodriguez, Ernesto, Servants with Lights. Er. 
MY Lord you tell us wonders, 'tis high time  
To open such a mystery.  Rodri. 
This change  
Will exceed all, and so convincing are  
The circumstances of this great discovery  
They do command our faith.  Er. 
And you shall steer us.  Leand. 
Then let us lose no time; oh my good Lords,  
Did you but feel the torment of my bosom,  
Till I discharge the duty, which so long  
Hath slept in his concealment, you would call  
For wings to fly, and think all motion tedious;  
For heaven's sake let's make hast, that we prevent  
The morning, which will rise upon this knowledge  
With cheerful beams, and put on all his glory.  Er. 
Most gladly we attend.  Exeunt. A Table and Taper set out. Enter Ferdinand (with a book in his Hand.) Ferd. 
I have no Heart to think of any thing  
But my Rosania, all devotion,  
When I remember her, flies off, and leaves  
My soul no contemplation but her safety;  
They were too cruel to divide us, night  
itself looks now more black by this dim taper;  
Rosania's eyes would brighten all, but they  
Weighed down with sleep, and sorrow, are perhaps  
At rest, a thousand Angels watch about 'em;  
And let some one whose office is to wait  
On harmless love, present me to her dreams;  
O let her hear me often call upon her,  
As I am led to death, and when the stroke  
Divides me from myself, and from the World,  
My Heart shall pay her tribute, and my blood  
Do miracles, when every Crimson drop  
My Body bleeds, shall not in vain be wept,  
But fall into some Letter of her name,  
To keep alive our story.  Enter two Servants (with Torches) Leandro, Ernesto, Rodriguez. 
What lights are these?  
This place sure is not wont to be thus visited.  
They are spirits, ha! yet if I have a memory  
Those Faces were but late familiar to me.  They Kneel. 
What mockery is this? if you be substances  
Of things I know, go tell the Tyrant Queen  
She might allow me death without this scorn,  
This jeering Antimasque.  Omnes. 
Long live the King.  Ferd. 
What King?  Omnes. 
Long live Ferdinand King of Murcia.  Ferd. 
A dream, a golden dream. What fancies wait  
Upon our sleep? and yet I wake, they are  
Apparitions, I'll shut my eyes, and lose 'em.  
They won't vanish Leandro, Rodriguez, Ernesto?  Omnes. 
All your subjects.  Leand. 
Collect your scattered thoughts my Lord, and be  
Assured, we now pay real duties to you,  
You are our King, and must be.  Ferd. 
Who says so?  Leand. 
ay, whose cold fear, and frailty,  
When fate of What had made you Prisoner,  
Concealed the truth, and Justice of your title,  
'Twas I that saved you from your Uncle's fury  
And sent you to Valentia, while I cozened  
The kingdom with your death, till time might ripen  
Your challenge to the sceptre; if you can  
Find mercy to a treason, great as this,  
I'll live, and study how to merit pardon.  Ferd. 
Rise, rise all,  
And if you be Leandro, pray come nearer.  Rod. 
Pray Heaven this unexpected happiness  
Meet with no ecstasy, all senses are  
Not armed for such extremes of Joy.  Er. 
The Queen,  
When she finds this, will fall into a Fever,  
By instinct her Head must ache this very minute.  Rod. 
And shake too, for the Crown is tottering.  Ferd. 
Pardon? thou shouldst divide the kingdom with me.  
But do all these believe it, will you not,  
When I make second claim, deny me again?  
Call me Impostor?  Leand. 
Sir forgive that first,  
And I'll not ask Heaven pardon for my next  
Denial, let death threaten all his stings;  
And I have satisfied these Lords so well,  
They are confirmed in your just claim, and person.  Rod Er. 
We lay our lives and fortunes at your feet.  Ferd. 
I may command you then, fetch me Rosania;  
I'll be no King without her; do not stay  
To hear how much I love her 'bove the Crown,  
And all the glories wait upon it, she  
That was my Page, my fellow Prisoner, Rosania.  Exit Rodrig. 
'Tis that name next to Heaven I bow too.  
Good my Lord follow him, and if she be  
Awake, oh drop it gently by degrees,  
(The joy is mighty, she a sad weak Virgin)  
That I shall live to make her Queen.  Exit Renest 
Stay you, and if I play too much the wanton with  
My fate, or swell with expectation,  
Speak something to allay my hopes, and say  
There may be crosses yet, the Queen may want  
Faith or consent, or put case the people  
(A dangerous torrent to oppose) like not  
This Innovation, where is the King then?  Leand. 
Doubt not their Loves, you had their  
Hearts before;  
Let nothing shake you.  Enter Rosania, Ernesto, Rodriguez. Ferd. 
thouart my better Angel.  
Why then if my Rosania will be Queen,  
The kingdoms ours again; she comes, she comes.  
Thou mak'st too little haste to be a Queen.  
I am myself again, my name is found,  
I shall live to, thus to embrace Rosania  
Without a fear, these Lords are all thy subjects,  
I am a King.  Leand. 
You are.  Ferd. 
Then what must my  
Rosania be?  Ros. 
Happy, if this be more  
Than dream, my tears and sufferings are all paid for  
If this be true.  Leand. 
Most true.  Ros. 
What a strong arm  
Hath Heaven?  Ferd. 
See how the Day hath made  
Hast to salute Rosania, and to wait  
Upon thy triumph, blushes like a Maid  
When she is told she is in Love, the Stars  
Are gone to tell the other World, thy beauty,  
Till now Eclipsed with sorrow, hath thrown off  
The imprisoning veil, and shines above their brightness.  
But how shall we Leandro now contrive  
For our Court entertainment, where the Queen's  
Prepared to hear our Tragedy?  Leand. 
Leave me  
To order your appearance; but first Sir,  
We must secure this Fort.  Er. 
The Captain is  
My creature.  Ferd. 
Thou shalt be all our direction.  
Come my Rosania, time hath turned again  
Our Glass, and his keen sith this comfort brings,  
It cuts no sceptres down but to make Kings.  Exeunt. Enter Leonario (reading a Letter,) and Soldier. Leon. 
So near?  Sold. 
We heard before of your affront  
My Lord, and were prepared.  Leon. 
It hath outstripped my expectation,  
These Letters say  
Mendoza is their General new returned  
With victory from the moors; his fame I honour,  
My knowledge never reached his person.  Sold. 
Sir, he brings old Soldiers with him, the Commanders  
Are such, whose faith and valour in those Wars  
Already tried, he durst name to the King  
To be employed here in your highness' cause.  Leand. 
We will to Horse immediately. I long  
To salute the Army.  Sold. 
Which but wants your person  
The Soul of their design; you may soon reach 'em.  Enter Captain. Leon. 
I will.  Capt. 
Your Grace.  Leon. 
That we had wings, away, to Horse to Horse  Exeunt Leon. Sold Capt. 
Speed, and you be so hot o'th' spur, my business  
Is but breath, and your design it seems rides post.  Enter Lieutenant and Ancient. 
The Earth runs upon wheels; whom do I spy?  
My extraordinaries, I'll ha' sport with them,  
But first observe 'em.  Lieut. 
I see no profit in these offices  
That we ha' brought.  Ant. 
Not extraordinary, as the name did promise  Capt. 
The Rogues are poor, and now repent.  Ant. 
We were told by the cheating Captain  
That we should want Men to tell our money.  Lieut. 
This 'tis to deal with Soldades.  Ant. 
We should command the Ladies too, and we  
Were bountiful, a small Pox take their beauties,  
'Tis the greater curse, I have undone  
myself in giving away enamelled Rings  
And Bracelets.  Lieut. 
Well, if I trust a Captain again.  Ant. 
Or I.  Capt. 
I'm glad they are paid; I won't leave 'em  
I feel my antipathy strong yet.  Ant. 
I would venture half my soul to be revenged  
If I knew how.  Capt. 
True Rascals!  Lieut. 
The Ladies love him.  Ant. 
They all Love Men of War.  Lieu. 
Would his poop were afire.  Ant. 
And Battles in Bed naturally.  Lieu. 
Well, what Ladies give him hereafter to buy new Feathers, may his body compel him to bestow upon a Surgeon.  Ant. 
May Diseases undermine his Flesh like Gun powder,  
And blow all his skin up into blisters.  Lieu. 
May they that look for his Nose, go about for want of a bridge, and let him wear no Legs but what he buys from the Carpenter.  Ant. 
May his face break out, and undo him in taffeta, and may the patches at the last be so many, till his skin be invisible, and his goggle eyes look through a Mask.  Lieu. 
May he live to be as much coward as we ha' been, and be beaten!  Ant. 
Abominably beaten, and may the miracle be on our side, that we may be valiant, and be the Men to do it, oh I would have no more mercy.—  Capt. 
Save you Gallants, save you Courtiers.  Both. 
My noble Captain.  Ant. 
It may be he did not hear us.  Capt. 
Hark you, what purchase have you two made lately?  Both. 
Of what?  Capt. 
Of Lands and loggerheads, Lordships I would say,  
I know you are both rich, you cannot choose,  
But I will borrow no more o' you, faith be satisfied  
and leave off in time with the wealth you have.  Lieu. 
Where is it Captain?  Ant. 
Can you tell where we may borrow as much money upon our extraordinary places, as will set up shop again? For this Court trade wo' not do.  Capt. 
How?  Lieu. 
No indeed Captain we ha' made little benefit since we came to be extraordinaries.  Capt. 
Ye took not the right way then.  Ant. 
That may be.  Capt. 
Why, cannot you lie, and swear, and pawn your souls for six pence, the Devil could not furnish the City with two more hopeful Borachios. You have a Carrot-coloured Beard, and that never fails, and your worship's face is a prognostication of preferment  
Is a Prognostication of preferment, where  
Beside Dominical Letters you have all the  
Conjuring Characters of the Planets.  
But all this is your cunning, to dissemble your estates.  Lieu. 
By this empty pocket, I have but one Shirt  Capt. 
You jest i'faith.  Ant. 
And by all my no money, I have but half a one left  Capt. 
Come, come, you took up linen lately, I heard You did.  Ant. 
ay, smocks.  Capt. 
Why they are in fashion with extraordinary Courtiers.  
But if you be in earnest, I can tell, where you  
May furnish yourselves richly.  Both. 
Where? where?  Capt. 
why in the Shops for ready money, but you would Save charges.  Ant. 
I marry Captain.  Capt. 
Venture to rob a hedge, it is but hanging,  
And what's that to men extraordinary?  
But if your wants be real, be not dejected,  
I'll set you up again myself, I have been  
Beholding to you two for your good words  
And wishes Gentlemen.  Lieu. 
It pleases you to say so, I begin  
To smell.—  Ant. 
Not to us Captain, we have been beholding to you.  Capt. 
And it happens, as if fortune had made you miserable  
A purpose to bless you both with such a preferment, as won't be offered again in a Coronation.  Lieu. 
On good Captain, for we are extraordinary miserable.  Capt. 
Then observe; you are not ignorant how things go at Court, the King is in prison.  Ant. 
So.  Capt. 
And his wench with him that walked in Breeches; The Queen resolves they shall both die.  Ant. 
Good.  Capt. 
This morning too; now in regard the King is a person of quality—  Lieu. 
I think he be.  Capt. 
And the t'other a Lady, as some imagine, you two may do very well to undertake now—  Both. 
Any thing.  Capt. 
To be a couple of Hangmen: d''ee mark? to dispatch the Queen's enemies in what horrid way, her counsel shall think convenient, you will do service to the State, and have extraordinary rewards; besides the honour and reputation of your places; what say? 'tis my pure love to make this first offer to you.  Ant. 
Do we look like a couple of Hangmen?  Capt. 
No you ha' not so good a complexion; and now I think on't you sha'not live to have that preferment come, draw you that wear your Sword like a bum-baily, do as I bid you, and that quickly.  Ant. 
It won't come out Sir—  Cap. 
No.— this shall in then—  Ant. 
I will put more strength to't.  Capt. 
So, now, d''ee mark— kill one another.  Both. 
Kill one another?  Capt. 
Yes and do't religiously, with as much alacrity as you would devour an Orphan: and do't handsomely, that you may not be hanged when you are dead.  
I'll see't done, he that is dull shall have my goad to quicken  
him:—  They fight. 
So, good, good again, well offered— they fight by these Hilts  
Furiously, now could I forgive 'em— so, enough.  Lieu. 
This is very fine sport.  Capt. 
Necessity has taught 'em the noble science, come. if all fail, you shall fight challenges; there's money and broken Pates to be got that way, you can make legs, and gape like gudgeons for benevolence, cut scurvy capers, to show your Legs are well, when your Head bleeds; farewell; stay, you want money, I had forgot, there is twelve pence apiece for you.  Both. 
How Captain? I hope not.  Capt. 
They are not hearty yet, they think I serve 'em with Press money again; no, 'tis my pure bounty. Go, set up again, and trust Soldiers, without impertinent asking for your debts; they I pay you.  Ant. 
As you ha' done.  Capt. 
I'll harken how you behave you selves farewell. When you are rich, I'll visit you again, and borrow money.  Lieu. 
Too much is too much; humh.  Ant. 
Now have I a great mind to fight with your Captainship.  Lieu. 
So have I, now my Hands in, methinks 'tis nothing.  Capt. 
You are not desperate?  Ant. 
We are a little better, as good be Hanged for killing of you Captain, as live after the rate of our disgrace. I am resolved.  Capt. 
Two Mastiffs at once may worry me. I am put too't.  They fight. 
Must we have tother 'bout.  Ant. 
This is enough at once we may come too't in time.  Capt. 
Why now I love you, love you, as well as you do la.  Ant. 
Upon good terms we love you too.  Capt. 
Let's shake Hands, you sha'not to your vomit again. Now you dare sight, I'll tell you a hundred ways to get moneys, come, we'll drink and divide fortunes, Run not back into cows again.  Ant. 
I'll be Ancient now again.  Lieu. 
And I Lieutenant.  Capt. 
Both my own Boys.  Ant. 
'Tis not so hard to fight I see, if a Man be but desperate, and give his mind too't.  Lieu. 
Pox a coward's; come Captain.  Capt. 
Let me hug ye my brace of Myrmidons, And drink a Tun of Wine to this conversion.  Exeunt. Enter Queen, Violinda. Que. 
The Prince so early met upon the way  
This morning sayst? and with a Soldier?  Vio. 
And in that hast too, Madam, I was told  
The speed of Wings was slow, their fiery Horse  
Bathing in foam, yet fled as if they meant  
To leave the Wind, and Clouds behind 'em.  Que. 
Strange!  
I could have wished him with less discontent  
To have left us, but my stubborn fate designed it;  
Having thus snatched away himself, it will  
Become us to compose, and make the best  
Of our State game; I sent a Messenger  
With our command, to th' Governor of the Fort,  
He should attend the King by the Water-gate  
Leads to the Garden, we do purpose conference;  
If Ferdinand wisely consent to break  
The Magic that so chains his Heart to that  
Idol Rosania, we'll be reconciled,  
And Peace shall marry once again our Hearts.  Enter Courtier. 
methinks our Lords are cold in their attendance,  
Where be our train of Ladies?— nay permit 'em,  
A solitude becomes this sullen Day.  
And our own thoughts; methinks thou dost not look  
With thy own face upon me.  Vio. 
Not I Madam?  Que. 
My eyes have lost their virtue, all I look on  
Have not the shape and colour they presented.  
What whispers that? ha'?  Viol. 
Here was none Madam.  Que. 
I could be jealous of the Wind methinks,  
And quarrel with the postures of those very  
Shapes i'th' Arras; fie Olivia, call home thy reason.  Court. 
O Madam!  Que. 
What horror's in that voice? I see a treason  
In's looks.  Court. 
O Madam, I beseech your pardon.  Que. 
Why? art a traitor?  Court. 
Not I, but there are practices I fear  
Against your royal person; the Court gates  
Are shut, all's in confusion within,  
And I could hear abroad loud acclamations  
And triumph for the King, as he were new proclaimed.  Enter Captain. Que. 
Which way comest thou?  Cap. 
Over the Wall Madam; the gates are shut,  
I'll tell you news; young Ferdinand your Husband  
Is in all state attended, and proclaimed  
King in his own right, he is proved to be  
What he did first pretend himself, Leandro,  
And all the Lords confirm't, the Governor  
Hath given him up the Fort, the wise City  
Her Keys, and every officer on's knees  
Is praying and drinking the king's health,  Que. 
Away and let thy face be seen no more,  
But when the fatal noise of fire, some blood,  
Or burial calls thee forth.  Capt. 
This my reward  
For bringing news the King's alive? take heed,  
Do not talk treason in your own defence,— hark  Enter (in state) Rodriguez, Ernesto, Leandro, Ferdinand, (who takes the Throne) Attendants. Que. 
From what an expectation am I fallen!  Omnes. 
Long live Ferdinand King.  Ferd. 
We thank you; and will study to be worth  
Your prayers and duty; Madam the Chancellor  
Can clear, and bring your faith to allow the wonder,  
We are no Impostor now, nor need we borrow  
A beam from you to make us shine yet still  
You are our x, fair Olivia,  Enter Rosania and Ladies. 
The Husband was a title long since due  
To my Rosania, may it prosper here.  
Our love and years grew up together, and  
Our Souls by holy contract tied, when in  
Alfonzo's House, her Father, and my Guardian  
(To whose trust I was sent an Infant by Leandro)  
We plighted faith; it is no blemish  
To fair Olivia still to be a Virgin,  
Though she have lost the Queen, she is a Princess.  
And hath now found a Kinsman, that shall study  
What shall become his love, her blood, and honour.  
Upon your Lip I print this fair assurance.  Rosa. 
And mine shall be to do you service Madam.  Que. 
If this be true, you must command my duty.  Ferd. 
We hear Prince Leonario is departed,  
When he shall know the progress of our fortunes  
he'll quit his Stars, that hid their golden Heads  
To mock him with a small Eclipse, o' purpose  
To light him with more glory to his happiness. Soft Alarum  
Ha? what clamours that? the frightful noise increases.  Enter first Guard. Guard. 
Fly, and save yourselves the Fort's surprised By the Prince of Arragon, whose troops have seized the City, reeling with Wine, and careless of their strength, in their joys for you Sir.  Ferd. 
The Prince of Arragon? the fates cannot  
Be so injust, so envious of our blessing,  
To snatch it from us in a minute; ha?  
Help, help, quarter.  Divers within cry. Ferd. 
They are i'th' Court already.  Leand. 
We are all undone,  
Let's yield, and ask conditions honourable.  Ferd. 
Die he, that dares but think so yield? no, Ferdinand  
Was here too late a Prisoner; let us sell  
Our lives at glorious rates, the Evening puts  
A Mask upon the horror, follow me.  Exit. Leand. 
To certain death; Ladies stay you, the danger  
Will meet us here to soon, and yet your persons  
In honour challenge safety.  Ex. Lords. Que. 
Is there no end of my distractions?  
Or hath my folly yet deserved more vengeance?  Rosa. 
It cannot be Heaven will so soon destroy  
The blessing it bestowed if thus you punish  
Whom you advance, who will believe your gifts  
Are more than flattery to betray our Peace?  Enter Leonario Alfonso, Ferdinand, (Prisoner,) Rodriguez, Ernesto, Soldiers. Leon. 
This Lady is my prize.  Que. 
How Sir, your prize?  Leon. 
Mistake me not, there's no dishonour meant  
Your person; yet I boldly may pronounce  
You are, and must be mine. I am not ignorant  
You are a Virgin all but name, be wise  
As you are fair, and I forget what's past,  
And take this satisfaction; if I meet  
Contempt, where I with honour once more Court you,  
You will create a flame shall never die  
But in the kingdom's ashes; you were mine  
First by your own election, sealed above,  
If I must lose what Heaven bestowed upon me  
The quarrel is not mine  
But virtues, whose right Hand is armed with Justice.  Enter Captain. 
Punish not where you owe your Heart, but let  
Both our revenges meet in that Impostor;  
I find your noble Soul return; Lord General  
While I retire with this fair Queen whom not  
One violent accent shall affright, much less  
A rude attempt, take hence that counterfeit,  
And cut his Head off.  Ros. 
O my dearest Lord?  Leon. 
The rest may if they please find mercy.  Capt. 
I were best be o' this side.  Leon. 
Away with him.  Ferd. 
Insulting Prince, thou darest not.  Leon. 
How Sir, dare not?  Ferd. 
I said it,  
Thy better, being a King in my own right,  
Without her charity, proclaimed and justified,  
By Birth a Prince.  Leand. 
All this is truth Sir.  Leon. 
You must not Cozen thus my faith, away;  
Cut off his Head.  Alfon. 
Dispatch you with the Queen,  
Let me alone to make his Head secure.  Leand. 
Nay take mine too. I'll wait on him in death,  
It shall begin my service.  Ros. 
Cruel Prince.  Que. 
What fate must I obey?  Ros. 
My death will add some lines  
Unto thy bloody Chronicle; pray let us die together.  Leon. 
You shall speak, her sentence Madam.  Que. 
She must live then.  Leon. 
To all we offer mercy, but to Ferdinand,  
His doom is fixed; come Madam.  Que. 
Whither Sir?  Leon. 
I know the way to your Chapel, he that loves us  
Make haste, and bring the Priest.  Capt. 
That's I, I know  
Her Chaplains, they are my friends, and all good fellows.  Exit. Ferd. 
Pray can you tell me, where, or what I am  
Or what I must do next?  Alfon. 
Yes, you must die.  Ferd. 
Let not that grieve you Gentlemen, 'tis nothing  
To part with life, and if but my Rosania would not weep  
Methinks I could shake off this dust, and leap  
To Immortality without a guide,  
And in that cheerful flight prepare the blessed  
With so much praise and wonder of thy virtue,  
They shall be more in love with thee, than I,  
And double all their prayers to bring thee to 'em.  Ros. 
No, we will die together.  Alf. 
You shall.  Ferd. 
How?  Alf. 
Both live, and love, and bless my age the witness.  
D''ee know me?  Rosa. 
Father?  Ferd. 
Guardian.  Leand. 
Alfonso, my noble Kinsman.  Alf. 
How joys flow in my Heart, to see this constancy!  Ferd. 
How came you to be his?  Alf. 
I have deceived the Prince our forces are Valentia's,  
Not Arragon's, which he by Letters sent for  
In his revenge, but we met the Intelligence  
And arrived sooner to pretend ourselves  
The Army he expected; you shall know more hereafter.  Ferd. 
I want a knowledge where to begin my gratitude,  
The joys you bring are mighty, and overcome us.  
O my Rosania?  Ros. 
This was beyond hope.  Enter Captain. Capt. 
So, so, 'tis done, he has mumbled up the ceremony;  
A compendious Priest may do much in few words;  
They are fast enough; the Queen was wise to take him;  
You are only like to be a loser Sir; they come.  Enter Leonario, Queen. Alfon. 
All joys to the Prince of Arragon, and the fair Olivia.  Leon. 
Why not the Queen Olivia?  Alfon. 
Not while this Gentleman's Head is on, believe it.  Leon. 
Where is Mendoza?  Alfon. 
Hid within this bush—  
But here's Alfonso General of the Army  
Sent from Valentia to assist King Ferdinand  
To his native right.  Leon. 
Valentia?  Alfon. 
My Master having failed in his first aids  
To Ferdinand, intended not sit down  
With so much loss, but raised another Army,  
Which in our march consulted our security  
By Interception of all passages;  
Your messenger by a party was surprised,  
Him, stubborn to discover what he was,  
Imperfect in his answer, we Interpreted  
Some spy, and searching found your Letters fraught  
With mischief and revenge, these sent to our King  
We had command to hasten our design,  
And steer our course by Sea to Carthagena,  
How after we arrived, we gained your faith  
And purposes, Your highness knows.  Leon. 
Betrayed?  Alfon. 
Sir, be a Prince, and just to your own honour,  
And having perfected your fair desires  
With her, we hope you will account yourself  
Most happy that you missed a power to serve  
Further revenge upon a lawful Prince,  
My Soldiers will obey me now, although  
To help your Marriage I appeared no friend  
To Ferdinand.  Leand. 
Who was the Prince preserved  
By me, and sent an Infant to this Lord,  
My noble Kinsman.  Alfon. 
Him I bred, till time  
And strength might arm him to return, and claim  
His own.  Leon. 
Leandro denied this before.  Leand. 
To my dishonour, 'twas a coward fear  
To lose myself unprofitably  Leon. 
I apprehend with wonder.  Ferd. 
If you repent not love and our alliance,  
She shall be worth your best embrace, and we  
Forgetful of your passion, entertain you  
With all affection to our blood.  Leon. 
I meet it,  
And satisfied in this story, Joy I was  
Prevented; I congratulate your Stars Sir;  
Nor is this treasure of less price to me  
Than when her Temples were enchased with Empire.  Que. 
This love will give my soul another form.  Ferd. 
Our story hath been full of change, but love  
Hath met a glorious victory, and tied  
Our souls together with most firm embraces.  
My Lord Leandro you shall to Valentia,  
With our best thanks and greeting to the King;  
His Army's charge is ours, beside what else  
We owe his Royal bounty. Once more welcome  
Alfonso now my Father, witness I  
Preserve my faith to my Rosania,  
I hear the Priest call us to other rites,  
His Altar doth expect another pair,  
Make haste to light his Tapers with thine eyes  
And make our hearts each others Sacrifice.  Exeunt Omnes. 
FINIS.   

Epilogue, Captain.  
Gentlemen,  
I Am no Epilogue, I come to pray  
You'd tell me your opinion of the Play,  
Is the Plot current? may we trust the wit  
Without a Say-Master to authorise it?  
Are the lines Sterling? do they hold conceit?  
And every piece with your allowance, weight?  
That when you come abroad, you'll not report  
You are sorry to have given white money for't?  
So, so, I know your meaning, now pray tell  
How did the action please ye, was it well?  
How did King Stephen do, and t'other Prince?  
Enough, enough, I apprehend, and since  
I am at questions w'ee, tell me faith  
How do you like the Captain? ha? he saith,  
I'll tell you, you're my friends, none here, he knows,  
I mean you o'the Gentry, t'whom he owes  
No money, will enter a false action,  
And let the rest look too't, if there be one,  
Among his City creditors, that dares,  
He hath vowed to press, and send him to the Wars.  
FINIS.