I ^ / Qass±il3____ Book -A I ^^-jg 3i&y THE SIEGE OP MANSOUL, A DRAMA, IN FIVE ACTS. THE DICTION OF WHICH CONSISTS ALTOGETHER IN AN ACCOMMODATION OF WORDS FROM SHAKESPEARE AND OTHER POETS. BY A LADY. " The Gate of man, like to a little kingdom, " Suffers the nature of a conftant warfare : " Of battles, lieges, and diftrefsful flrokes, v '^ of Wash' «' With all the current of a heady flight." h ^*iu";'n» '"* SHAKESPEARE. A BRISTOL; PRINTED AND SOLD BY W. BULOIN, NO. 3, WINE-STREET; SOLD ALSO BY MATHEWS, STRAND } LONGMAN AND REES, AND WESTAND HUGHES, PATERNOSTER-ROW, LONDON J AND S. HAZARD, BATH. l801. THE PERSONS. Rege nt ; the will in particular, but chiefly the whole perfon. Conscience. Conviction. Chorus; the unprofitable and vain thoughts of the mind, Centinels ; awakened thoughts. Soldiers; the fame. Train attending on the Regent ; the finful paffions and affections of the heart. Carnal Mind. Attendants. Boanerges, \ Judgment, > Chiefs of Immanuel's Army. Execution, * Herald, We weep, we tremble, we forget, we fmile } The mind turns fool, before the cheek is dry : And quick returning folly cancels all : As the tide rufhing razes what is writ On yielding fands, and fmooths the- letter'd fhore. Youngs Night Thoughts, preface. THE beautiful compofitions of our great Englifh drarria- tift, Shakefpeare, while they captivate the imagination, have a fad tendency to deteriorate the heart of the reader* That many fine and linking moral fentiments are found in them is allowed. But as there is much drofs mixed with the precious ore, and as the mind of fallen man is in a cor- rupted flate, it will naturally receive the mofl lafling impref- fions from thofe paffages which fuit its own depravity. From hence arifes a confiderable danger in the perufal of thefe writings, efpecially to young perfons, whofe paffions are eafily inflamed, and who are not fufficiently feafoned with judgment to refufe the evil and choofe the good, The fame may be faid of many others of our mofl fafcinating poetical authors, belides the immortal bardjufl mentioned. The following dramatic compofition is the production of a lady now deceafed. She has culled fome of the mofl beautiful flowers from Shakefpeare, Young, Beaumont and Fletcher, Milton, B. Johnjon, and MaJJ'enger; and has adapted their arrangement to the characters of the fpeakers intro- duced. Of extracts from thefe authors the language of this poem ir.tirely confifls. In their prefent form, inftead of corrupting, they are calculated to amend the heart. And it is probable that many parents, who would mudder at the thought of giving their children a deleterious pill, for the fake of the gilding that covers it, will rejoice to have the falutary drug adminiftered under a pleafing form ; and to give them a tafte of the poetic elegance of thefe authors, if it can be done without peril to their morals. "The Siege " of Mansoul" will combine thefe objects ; and though by no means perfect as a drama, it is a moil pleafing and in- genious performance. The vi PREFACE. The following fhort preface was prefixed to the work, in the hand-writing of a raoft worthy and amiable man, the Rev. Henry Sulger ; to whofe memory Chriftian friend- ihip is gratified in an opportunity of paying this tribute of affection. (He has lately joined his friend, the authorefs, in the world of happy fpirits ; where, as kindred fouls, they unite in adoring Kim, whom on earth they loved.) It is fub- joined, as neceffary to elucidate the nature of the fubfequent drama. " The paflages in this work appear quite new, being " moftly put in another light than they were originally " placed in, by the feveral authors from which they 'are " taken. Shakefpeare in particular would be amazed and " pleafed to find himfelf fo happily fpiritualized. Ci This performance is very much like a piece of Mofaic 66 work, which is in certain refpetts of a more difficult « execution than painting; becaufe in the Mofaic work the " author cannot mix and fhade his own colours as he U pleafes ; but is obliged to arrange and adjuft little pieces " of glafs or fmalt in fuch a manner, that they may produce < c the fame eflecl: which a well executed picture produces. " I have feen fuch pieces, which were "not inferior to paint- " ings of the greatefl; mailers. Maksoul is therefore, in cs my eyes, a piece of fine Mofaic work ; and would, in my " humble opinion, not be unworthy 'of the prefs, if we did " not live in an age, in which people will hear nothing of " that Man, to whofe praife this drama was compofed. " I am no friend to allegorical pieces, either in poetry or " painting ; ; nor do I admire what is commonly called fpiri- « tualizing; but Man soul has made me forget my antipathy " againll both. * « H; Sulger." THE SIEGE OF MANSOUL, A DRAMA. ACT I. Scene, a platform before the palace in the city of Manfoul, Enter Three Centinels.- 1 C. Ty\7 HO ' s there? 2 C, V V Friends to this ground. 3 C. Liege-men to Manfoul, 1 C, You come moll carefully upon your hour. 2 C. What, has this man appear'd again to night ? 1 C. I have feen nothing. 2 C. Here's one, who fays 'tis but our phantafie, And will not let belief take hold of him ; Touching this dreaded fight twice feen of us. Therefore I have entreated him along With us to watch the minutes of this night ; That, if this armed man again mould come, He may approve our eyes and fpeak to him. 3 C. Turn ! Turn ! he'll not appear. i C. Sit down awhile, And let us once again affail your ears, That are fo fortified againft our ftory, What we have two nights feen. 3 C. Well, fit we down, And hear you fpeak of this. A i C. i C. La ft night of all, When yon fame ftar, that's weftward of the pole, Had made his courfe t'illume that part of heav'n Where now it burns; my friend here and myfelf, The bell then beating one 2 C. Peace, break thee off! Enter Conviction. Look, where he comes again ! Conv. O wretched man ! i C. Some inly forrow gripes his foul. 2 C, He cannot Utter a fingle word for tears. 3 C. He's gone ! 2 C. How now, my friend ! you tremble and look pale ; Is not this fomething more than phantafie ? 3 C. 'Tis true ; nor might I this believe without The fenfible avouch of mine own eyes. I never faw a veffel of like forrow ; So filled, and fo terrible withal In his afpefr. i C. What think you of it then ? 3 C. In what partic'lar thought to work I know not ; But, in the grofs and fcope of my opinion, It bodes fome ftrange eruption to our date. 2 C. When we make thought of all that pafTes here, Our prefent government is but a pageant To keep us in falfe gaze. Truth, love, and piety, Degrees, obfervances, cufloms, and laws Decline to their confounding contraries. Whether from thefe or fomething deeper ftill, (Of which perchance thefe arc but furnifhings) We feem mark'd out ev'n for the hotteft vengeance, And the mod heavy rod of righteous Heav'n ! 4 C. 3 i C. Good now, fit down and tell me, he that knows, Why this fame ftrift and mod obfervant watch So nightly toils the fubje&s of the town ? And why fuch daily caft of brazen cannon, And foreign mart for implements of war ? What might be toward, that this fweaty hafle Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day? 2 C. Why, brother, are you yet to learn, that peace Itfelf fhould not fo dull a kingdom, but That ftrong defences, mufters, preparations Should be maintain'd, aflembled and colle&ed, As were a war in expectation ? 3 C. Friends, I do know you both mofl perfectly : And dare, upon the warrant of my note, Commend a dear thing t' ye. There is divifion (Although as yet the face of it be covered) In this our little world of Manfoul : whence Is grown diftruft, that fome within us are To realms remote the fpies and fpeculations Of our fad ftate ; unfolding us disjoint, And out of frame : and this I take it, is The one main motive of our preparations, The fource of this our watch, and the chief head Of this poft-hafte and rummage in the town. i C. I think it be no other ; but ev'n fo Well may it fort, that this portentous figure . Comes armed through our watch, fo like a man, That might be prologue to a threaten'd war. Enter a Soldier. O welcome, honeft foldier ; have you heard Nought ftrange about the town ? A 2 S$ld. Sold. , I have heard things Fitting the night : moft black and comfortlefs. 1 C. Shew us the very wound of this i]l news ; Our ears are open'd and our hearts prepar'd. Sold. A fearful army, led by mighty chiefs, Raging upon our territories, have Already overborne their way, and took What lay before them. 3 C. Is there in thefe news Such compofition as to give them credit ? Sold, Why grant there be fome difference, as in Reports, 'tis often fo ; yet all confirm A warlike force ; and marching up to us. 3 C. Nay, it is poflible enough to judgment ; I do not fo fecure me in the error, But the main article I do approve In fearful fenfe. Enter another Soldier. How now, my friend, what news ? What, do thefe hoftile pow'rs approach us ftili ? 2 Sold. As fierce as waters to the fucking gulf; And bear with frankeft fhew their purpofes Again ft our town ; which (as it well appears T' our ftate) are to fubdue us with ftrong hand And terms compulfative, to the fame Pow'r Whom they call Mailer ; and whom they proclaim To be the univerfal and dread Lord Of all this realm. 3 C. Who is this mighty Lord, Whofe claim bears fuch an emphafis ? Can any Inform me ? 2 Sold. That can I ; at leaft the whifper Goes fo i and is to thinking palpable : That That this dread King is He 'gainft whom, from days Of old, our citizens moft grievoufly RebelPd ; and like to men proud of definition Defied to the worft. 1 C. Then are we loft ! There's not an hair upon a foldier's head, That will not prove a whip ; for we deferve Such pity of Him, as the wolf does of The fhepherds. 2 C. Heavens, what a change is here! But, friends, we hear the fearful tempefl fing ; Yet feek no fhelter to avoid the ftorm. We fee the wind fet fore upon our fails ; And yet we ftrike not, but fecurely perifli. 1 Sold, Our Regent is too wilful oppofite, And will not temporize with fair entreaty. 2 C. And Confciencc who fhould be interpreter Between the grace, the fanftities of heav'n And our dull workings, is afre&ed with A fore diflra&ion ; and, as it is faid, Doth lock fair day-light out, to make herfelf An artificial night. 2 Sold. Yefterday morn, an hour before the fun Peer'd through the golden windows of the eaft, A troubled mind drew me to walk abroad ; Where underneath the grove of cypreffes, That eaflward rooteth from the palace-fide, So early walking did I fee her come; And many mornings hath fhe there been feen, With tears augmenting the frefh morning-dew, Adding to clouds more clouds with her deep fighs. 3 C. Haply fhe fears, if once her voice fhould be Uplifted in the caufe, we fhould more evils Suffer, and in more fundry ways, than ever. i C. I C. O great iniquity, lay thou thy bafis Moftfureand firm; for Confcience dares not check thee. Enter Conviction, Conv. O bear me witnefs, night ! a Sold. What man is this? i C. Stand clofe and lift him. Conv. Be thou witnefs to me, When men revolted fhall upon record Bear hateful memory, ConviElion did In forrow breathe this vow, 2 Sold, ConviElion ! 2 C. Peace I Conv. Never to be infected with delight, Nor converfant with eafe or idlenefs ; Till I have feen this city, bending down Its corrigible neck, its face fubdu'd To penetrative fhame, go weeping forth To fetch their Sov'reign in. 2 C. Do ye attend ? 1 Sold. Moft needfully. Conv. Till ev'ry greedy look of young and old Dart their dehring eyes upon His vifage ; And all cry out at once, " O mighty King ! c; We yield our lives and fouls to Thy foft mercy ; " Enter our gates, difpofe of us and ours ; <; Our hearts are thine ; we fet them at Thy will." 2 C. Shall we hear more, or fhall we fpeak at this ? Conv. O had but Manfoul ftaid within the cheer , And comfort of His eye ! 2 Sold. He weeps and fpeaks. Conv. That eye, from whence fo oft have fallen drops, That facred pity had engendered ! For gentlenefs His ftrong enforcement was ; And And heav'nly grace before, behind Him, and On ev'ry fide enwheeled Him around. They could not fpeak their wants to fuch a Lord, And lofe their voice : what mercy could they beg, That was not ftill His offer, not their alking ? The head is not fo native to the heart, The hand fo inftrumental to the mouth, As was Plis throne in Manjoul to His fubje&s. 3 C. We fhould have known no lefs; it hath been taught Us from the primal flate. Conv. But they have made A covenant with death ; they have made lies Their refuge, and beneath a vail of falfhood They've hid themfelves. i C. Hark ; Conv, What if the King fhould throw us For ever from His love, into the flaggers And dreadful lapfe of fin ; His dire revenge Loofing upon us in the name of juflice, Without all terms of pity ? Then, Oh, then, Where fhould we be, if He who is the top Of judgment, fhould but judge us as we are ? 1 Sold. Runs not this fpeech, like iron, thro' our blood ? 2 Sold. O Heav'n, forgive us all ! i C. Amen ! Amen ! Conv. But that His mercy drops like gentle rain From heav'n upon the place beneath it, and Fader than we offend, doth heal it up; Why, we fhould live in defolation here, Ev'n to the oppofed end of our intents, And fall to curelefs ruin in the clofe ! Inftance, O inflance, ftrong as heaven's high gates, When He our deadly forfeit did releafe, And for us wretches wrought perpetual peace 1 2 C, 8 2 C. This bows the heart. 2 Sold. We fight againft the King ! Conv. Since the all-licenc'd will hath rul'd, I have In fequeftration fpent a pilgrimage, And, like a hermit, overpaft my days ; But let me meet this traitor governor. It warms the very ficknefs at my heart, That I fhould live and tell him to his teeth, M Thus diddeft thou !" For now the time is come, That will with due decifion make us know, What we fhall fay we have and what we owe. [Exit. 1 Sold. Oh day and night ! but this is wondrous ftrange ! i C. Thus twice before, andjuft at this dead hour, With martial ftalk, he hath gone by our watch. 2 C. What found is that? [_Cock crows, 2 Sold. It is the cock that with His lofty founding throat awakes the day. 1 Sold. Some fay that ever 'gainft that feafbn comes', Wherein our Sov'reign's birth was celebrated, The bird of dawning fingeth all night long ; And then they fay no fpirit walks abroad, No witchcraft takes, nor witch hath pow'r to charm ; The nights are wholefome, and no planets flrike, So hallow'd and fo gracious is that time. 3 C. So have I heard, and do in part believe it. But look the morn, in ruffet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eaftern hill ; Break we our watch up, and by my advice Let us impart unto the Regent, what We've feen and heard to night. 2 C. Let's do't, I pray. Tho' piercing fleel and darts envenomed Shall bs as welcome to the ears of Manfoul, As tidings of this man. Why flay we then ? 3 C To make a recordation to my foul, Of ev'ry fyllable that here was fpoke : That if his occult guilt do not itfelf Unkennel in our ftory, 'tis not then ConviElion that hath fpoke to us to night. But fee where in good time the Regent comes. Enter Regent and his Train. Reg. Hang out our colours to the outward walls : The cry is ftill, " They come." Our city's ftrength Will laugh a fiege to fcorn. Here let them lie, Till famine and the ague eat them up. Were they not forc'd by fome that ftiould be ours, We might have met them dareful brow to brow, And beat them backward home. Train. O fpirit, brave! Reg. Have you had quiet guard to night ? 3 Cm Oh, Sir, We have a matter ftrange and marvellous To utter in your ear. Reg. Pry'thee, fay on ; The fetting of thine eye and cheek proclaims A matter from thee, and a birth indeed, Which throes thee much to yield. 3 C. Thus, Sir, two nights Together had thefe Centries, on their watch, Encounter'd been. — A man that call'd himfelf ConviBion, armed at all points exa&ly, Cometh upon them, and with folemn march Goes flow and (lately by them ; thrice he walks By their opprefs'd and fear-furprized eyes, Within his truncheon's length; whilft they (diftill'd Almoft to jelly with the a& of fear) B Stand 10 Stand dumb, and fpeak not to him. This to me In dreadful fecrecy impart they did, And I with them the third night kept the watch; Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time And form precife, each word made good and true, Conviction cometh. Reg. But from whence, I pray you, Came this faid man ? 3 C. Forth from that private portal, Which leads to Manfoul's centre, and thro' which Again he fhrunk away, and vanifh'd from Our fight. Reg. Tis very ftrange. 3 C. Say't be, 'tis true. Reg. Indeed, indeed, Sirs, but this troubles me. Arm'd, fay you? 2 C. Yes, from head to foot, my Lord. Reg. Then faw you not his face ? " i C. O yes, my Lord, He wore his beaver up. Reg. What, did he frown ? 2 C. A count'nance more in forrow than in anger, 3 C. Alas ! a look fo piteous in purport, As if he had been loofed out of hell To fpeak of horrors : gafping to begin Some fpeech, his eyes became two fpouts ; anon, The fury fpent, words did break from his lips, The fearfulleft that ever ear receiv'd, Touching our prefent Mate : and we did think It writ down in our duty to let you Know of all this. Reg. At fome more fitting feafon I'll hear it all; yet tell me now, what he Concluding uttered; JC 11 3 C. " The time is come, li That will, with due decifion, make us know " What we mail fay we have, and what we owe." [Clock jlrikes. Reg. Why fo, perhaps it may. — Tell the clock there* Give me a Kalendar. — Who faw the fun To-day? Cent. Not we, my Lord. Reg. Then he difdains to fhine ; for by the book He ftiould have brav'd the eaft an hour ago ; A black day it may be to fome-body. Train. My Lord ! Reg. The fun will not be feen to-day ; The fky doth frown and low'r upon our city.— I would thefe dewy tears were from the ground \ Not fhine to-day ! Train. Why, what is that to us, More than to thofe that threaten us ? Doth not The felf-fame heav'n that frowns on us, look down Sadly on them ? Reg. I do not like to fee Thefe ravens, kites, and crows, flie o'er our heads, As we were fickly prey : their fhadows feem A canopy mod fatal, under which Our city lies ready to give the ghoft. Train. Believe not fo. Reg. I but believe it partly ? For I am frefh of fpirit, and refolv'd To meet all peril very conftantly. 1 C How dreadfully this man attended is ! They drive his purpofe into their intents. Train. We do befeech your Lordfhip to difmifs The Centinels ; night hangs upon their eyes, B 2 . Reg. 12 Reg. O, well remembered : I pray you all, If you have hitherto conceal'd thefe things. Let them be treble in your filence flill ; And whatsoever further you may hear, Give it an understanding, and no tongue ; I will requite your loves; fo fare ye well. 3 C. We're hufh'd until our city be on fire, And then we'll fpeak a little. [ Exeunt Centinels, Train. Mark you that ? 'Tis a beginning that in time will gain Upon your pow'r, and throw forth greater themes For infurreciion's arguing. Reg. And fo it is ; but yet I like it not, In that Conviclion did appear to them. What roufed vengeance fets him now awake ? Train. This was or might be phantafie, rais'd up In the quick forge and working-houfe of thought. Reg. When forrows come, they come not fmglefpies, But in battalions ; firft, a dang'rous foe Cov'ring our fearful land ; our citizens Muddied, thick and unwholefome in their thoughts, And whifpers for this fhew of war that points On us ; then comes Conviclion forth to grate Our days of quiet, and infect the town With pefl'lent fpeeches of our government ; Wherein neceflity, of matter beggar'd, Will nothing ftick our perfon to arraign In ear and ear. Laft, and as much containing As all thele things, the joint imperatrice Of Pcate, poor Confcience, mod unhappily Divided from herfelf and her fair judgment; Without the which we're pictures, or mere beafts.. Train. *3 Train. ' Tvvere good fhe were confin'd, for {he may drew Dang'rous conjectures in ill-breeding minds: Nor (lands it fafe to let her madnefs range. Reg. I pull in refolution, and begin To doubt of the event. Train. Was the hope drunk, Wherein you drefs'd yourfelf ? Hath it flept fince? And wakes it now to look fo green and pale At what it urg'd fo freely ? Reg. But fince th' affairs of men Hill reft uncertain, Let 's reafon with the worfl that may befall. Suppofe this foe on our unfurnifh'd town Come pow'ring, like a tide into a breach, With ample fweep and brimfulnefs of force; Galling our gleaned walls with hot affays, Girding with grievous fiege our citadel, That ilta/^atthe laft, quite emptied of Defence, Train, Emptied or not, 'tis cowardly And vile to yield for fear of what may fall. Reg. Alas. 1 Alas! Train. What fays the Rigent ? ^g. Death's a fearful thing! Train. O do not thou confider it fo deeply! Reg. Ay, but to die and go we know not where, To lie in cold obftruction, and to rot ; This fenfible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the immortal fpirit Be bath'd in fiery floods, or to be one Of thofe that lawlefs and incertain thoughts Imagine howling ; 'tis too horrible ! The wearied and mod loathed worldly life, That age } ache, penury, imprifonmenr, Can H Can lay on nature, is a paradife To what we fear cf death. Train, Why do you give Yourfelf this fhame ? The fenfe of death is mod In apprehenfion ; the poor beetle that We tread upon, in corp'ral fuff'rance finds A pang as great as when a giant dies. Nor is it wife or noble to fear death ; Seeing that death a neceffary end Will come, when it will come. ; Tis but the time And drawing days out, that men ftand upon ; And twenty years of life cut off, cut off So many years of fearing death, Reg. Grant that, And then is death a benefit : fo that My fears feem foolifh now, and I afham'd That I did yield to them. Train. We will attend The fortunes and affairs of noble Man/out, Thorough the hazards of that untrod ftate, With all true faith. Reg. I never thought ye worfe : Let's prefently go fit in council, and Let our beft means be ftretch'd to anfwer perils That us may threaten. Ah! How now, what means That noife within ? [Noife within. Enter an Attendant. Att. Oh ! my lord, fave yourfelf, Reg. Guard the doors there ; what is the matter? fpeak. Att. The ocean overpeering of his lifts Eats not the flats with more impetuous hafte, Than *5 Than lord Conviclion, with a pow'rful arm. O'erbears your officers. Reg. Let him not enter. Enter Conviction. Reg. I have been worth refpeft.' Conv. Oh ! Regent s you, You are not worth the dufl which the rude wind Blows in your face. Reg. What, are you mad become ? Train. 'Tis but his humour and ftrange phantafie ; The bus'nefs of the ftate does him offence, And he does chide with you. Conv. The will that fhews Itfelf fo incorrect to heav'n, muft come Perforce to deadly ufe. Reg. No more ; 'tis foolifh. Conv. Wifdom and goodnefs to the vile feem vile ; Filths favor but themfelves. What is a man, If the chief good and market of his time Be but to fleep and feed ? A beaft, no more.- Reg. Why, 'tis well known, that we do fet apart A time for holy offices, and hours To meditate on heav'n, the treafury Of everlafting joy. Conv. Thy heaven is On earth ; thine eyes ana thoughts beat on this world, The treas'ry of thy heart. Reg. O thou vain fool ! Conv. Believe it, Regent, that the hour will come When foul fin gath'ring head fhall break into Corruption, and bring forth defer ved death ; And for this iffue thou wilt file thy mind, Put rancours in the veflel of thy peace Only 10 Only for this; and thine eternal jewel Give to the common enemy of man To be his thrall : rather than lb Train. To whom Speak'ft thou ? Conv. To him, this outward-fainted governor. Who, were his filth caft out, would then appear A pond as deep as hell. Reg. How look I then, That I fhould even feem to lack fo much Of loyalty, as thefe words do import ? Conv. Oh, 'tis well known, that all falfe feeming fails ; And that its pow'rs will their bellowing lofe, Like vaflalage, if it perchance encounter The eye of truth. Beg. I underfland not this. Conv. You dare not : all who have thy load of guilt, Fly the remembrance. Beg. Life and death ! I blufh That thou fhould'ft have thepow'r to fhake me thus! My guilt! I tell thee, that I fhould not care If it was written here ; here in my forehead. Conv. Thy body is too little for the ftory. Beg. Does any here know me? Am I myfelf ? Do I walk thus, fpeak thus? where are my eyes ? Who is it that can tell me who I am ? Conv. Why, it is much to be lamented, Regent, That thou haft no fuch mirror as will turn Thine hidden worthlefsnefs into thine eye, That thou might'ft be acquainted with thyfelf. But 'tis our mifery, when we grow hard In fin, our eyes are feal'd in their own filth ; Elfe were 't impoflible thou ftiould'ft embrace The *7 The ugly form of forg'd rebellion 'gainfl Thy king, and in conclufion be prepar'd T* oppofe the bolt againft His coming. Reg. Hah !— Train, How now, my Lord ! what hath fo cowarded And chas'd your blood out of appearance thus ? Reg. Arm, arm, my foul ! a puny fubjeft Unices Thy peace; are we not high? high be our thoughts! We have done deeds that are of weight, and have Full pow'r to ferve our turn — wherefore is that ? [ Trumpet founds « Enter Herald. And what art thou, that durft appear thus here? Her. Hail, Regent of Manfoul; if thou be'ft he, To thee my holy errand is. Reg, Speak out. The Regent hears nought privately, that comes In braving arms againft this city's peace. Her. Nor I in arms do come to whifper him ; I bring a trumpet to awake his ear, To fet his fenfe to the attentive bent. And then to fpeak* Reg. Speak frankly as the wind; It is not now the Regent's fleeping hour ; That thou fhalt know ; Herald, he is awake, He tells thee fo himfelf. Her. Then, Regent, hear; And may'ft thou from thy heart embrace the form, And favour of this fair occafion, To welcome home again difcarded failh; And, like abated and retired flood, Leaving thy ranknefs and irreg'lar courfe, Stoop low within the bounds thou haft o'erlook'd; C Unto i8 Unto which end thefe colours, that are now Within the eye and profpecl: of your town, Have hither march'd, being no further foes Than your refiftance fhall provoke them to. Reg. Firft, tell us whence is their authority, That we may waken, reverence, and bid The cheek be ready with a rifing blufh. Her. Tufh, tufli, man; never fleer nor jeft at this, Left you be called to fo hot an anfwer, That caves and womby vaultages of rocks Shall hide your trefpafs, and return your mock In fecond accent from our ordinance. Th' authority that fent us here is not Lefs high than Manfoul's king. Reg. Than Manfoul's king ? Her. Ay, Regent, 'twas my word ; and thus the chiefs And leaders of His hods greet you by me Their meffenger ;— they will you in the name Of everlafting love, that you diveft Yourfelf Reg. I muft prevent thee, Herald : be not fond To think that Manfoul bears fuch rebel blood, That will be thaw'd from its true quality By that which melteth fools j I mean, vain dreams, Pick'd from the worm-holes of long vanifli'd days, And from the dufl: of old oblivion rak'd. Her. Take heed, proud man ! Reg. No, here we'll fit and rule In large and ample empery : for either Our hift'ry fiiali with full and open mouth Speak of our mighty a&s ; or elfe our grave Shall have a tonguelefs mouth, and we will lofe The name befitting fuch a Mate. Her. *9 Her. Thou wilt A trembling bring upon thy Mate, fuch as Was never fo incapable of help. Our cannons have their bowels full of wrath And ready mounted are they to fpit forth Their iron indignation 'gainft your walls : AH preparations for a bloody fiege, And mercilefs proceedings by thefe means, Confront your city's eyes, your winking gates ; And but for our delay thefe fleeping flones, Which, as a waift, do girdle you about, By the compulfion of our ordinance, By this time from their fixed beds of lime Had been dislodged, and wide havoc made For bloody pow'r to rufh upon your peace, But on the fight of us refpeft your King ; And as, in (lead of bullets wrapt in fire To make a {haking fever in your walls, We {hoot but calm words folded up in fmoak ; Open your gates, and give us entrance wide, In that behalf which we do challenge it. Reg. You are the men who overturn the world % And now come here with fearful bravery, Thinking to fatten on our minds that you Are fent to us from high authority; But 'tis not fo. Her. Nay then, I fee the ears Are fenfelefs, that mould give to us a hearing. Reg. My ears againft your words are ftronger than Your force againft our walls, whofe freedom and Elfential vefture of true liberty Shall not be put in circumscription and Confine, C 2 Iku 20 Hen What (hall prevent it ? Reg. What? My will. And to this point I'll ftand, as if a man Were author of himfelf. Her. O heavy lightnefs ! Moft ferious vanity ! Mifhapen chaos Of ftrange well-feeming forms ! The nrft full blaft That fhakes your battlements, fhall fink you down To grievous wrack and direful fufferance. [pow'r : Reg. Strength fhall match ftrength, and pow'r (hall anfwfr So fhall the current of our right run on ; Whofe paffage vext with your impediment, Shall leave his native channel and o'erfwell With courfe difturb'd ev'n your confining tents, To force the proud control of threat'ning war From out the circle of our territories. Her. Stay, Regent : I do here prefent to you The volume of your city's hiftory ; A precious book of love, containing things Above all earthly thought ; and richer made With tokens of your Sov'reign's care of you, Than all the ouzy bottom of the deep With funken wreck and fumlefs treafuries. Examine this, and fee your peace writ there With mercy's pen ; the reconcilement made That wipes out pad ingratitude, and feals Your full defne in faults forgiv'n with love Above their quantity. Reg. Why force you this ? Her. That Manfoul may in time check his contempt, May fee his weaknefs and refign himfelf Without delay. Reg* Or elfe what follows ? Her. 21 Her. War And dire confufion ; (harp defiance I Have to pronounce again ft thee : therefore need How you awake that fleeping fword, whofe edge Will make fuch wade in brief mortality, I you befeech. [Regent and Train confer apart. Conv. The life of all his blood Is touch'd corruptibly. Her. O kind Convitlion, We have good hope thy prefence in the city Will plead, like angels trumpet-tongu'd, againft The deep damnation of their taking arms. Conv. Alas ! My pow'r within thefe walls is weak And limited ; or I would force them {loop Unto the fov'reign mercy of the King. Her. Then would this city be a paradife, T'envelope and contain celeftial fpirits ; All which is written in that holy book, Which we have juft deliver'd in his hands. And God forbid, my dear and faithful lord, That he fhould fafhion, wreft, or bow his reading; Or nicely charge his understanding foul With op'ning meanings mifcreate, whofe turn Suits not in native colours with the truth : But that his anfwer, in his conscience may Ee wafh'd as pure as fin with baptifm is! [Regent and Train ceme forward, Reg. I have but with a curforary eye O'erglanc'd iome articles ; nor can I now Take time to refurvey or them connder. Her. But have you not perceiv'd, and alfo felt, That on our part this will be holy war ; But black and fearful on th'oppofers pari? 22 Reg. The fum of all our anfwcr is but this* We would not feek a warfare as we are ; But as we are, we fay, we will not fhun it* So tell your matters. Her. Then Heav'n only knows What {hall become of all thofe fouls, that to Their everlafting refidence {hall fleet, In dreadful trial of this kingdom's King. Reg. Well hence ; be thou the trumpet of our wrath, And fullen prefage of your own decay. An honorable conduct let him have; Conviction, fee to it : now farewell, Herald, Is not the lady Confcience in this troop ? I know {he is not ; for this anfwer fent, Her prefence would have interrupted much. Whither is fhe retir'd ? tell me, who knows. Train. She 's fad and paflionate in the cyprefs grove. Reg. And this defiance, fent unto the foe, Will give her fadnefs very little cure : For in her brain-fick raptures fhe proclaims Allured lofs to us, before the match Be play'd. Yet I do truft we {hall, if not Fill to the brim the meafure of her will, Yet in fome meafure fatisfy her fo, That we fhall ftop her reftlefs exclamation. But come what comes; I would forget that I Have ever heard the fearful name of death. Train. Tis nobly fpoke : ailurance blefs your thoughts ! ACT * 3 ACT II. Scene a Cyprefs-Grove. Enter Conscience and Conviction. Conf, (~\ GOOD and grave Conviclion, the great comfort ^*-J That I have had of thee ! be only pleas'd To lend your patience to us for a while, And I will jointly labour with your foul To give it due content and balmy peace. Conv. Say you ? Then, pray you mark, What we wouldcb, "We fhould do when we would ; for this would changes, And hath abatements and delays as many, As there are thoughts, are fins, are accidents ; And then this Jkould is like a fpendthrift ugh, That hurts by faving. Conf. I'll tVeffeft of this Good leffon keep as watchman to my hearto Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records; And thy inftruttions all alone mall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with bafer matter. Yes, indeed. Conv. Ay, but we often break what to ourfelves In pafTion we propofe : for I do know How prodigal the foul lends vows unto The tongue, when the blood burns ; but thefe brief blazes, O deareft Confcience, give more light than heat Extinft in both (ev'n in their promife as It's making); thefe you muft not take for fire. Conf, I've found it fweet, and tailing ftrong of bli(s. Conv. Too flatt'ring fweet, if not fubftantial ; A violet in the youth of primy nature ; Forward, not permanent ; tho' fweet, not lading ; The 2 4 The perfume and fuppliance of a minute, No more. Conf No more but fo ? Conv* Think it no more. For true faith grows not merely in the breath' Of words and vows ; but, as it does increafe, The inward iervice of the mind and foul Grows wide withal ; fending forth evermore Some living inftance of itfelf to follow The thing it loves. Conf. And as it mould. I have Abus'd myfeif beyond the mark of thought. For this time leave me, leave me, O ConviElion : To-morrow, if you pleafe to fpeak with me, Come home to me, and I will wait for you. Conv. I will do fo ; till then think on my words. [Exit< Conf. O true ConviElion, thou haft made me fee Myfeif, ev'n as the painting of a forrow ; A face without a heart : whether from this, Or beftial oblivion, I know not f "Why yet I live to fay this thing 's to do, And that with fuch excitements I can ftand And let all fleep. O then from this time forth, My thoughts turn that way or be nothing worth. Enttr Chorus. How now ? why do you come arid thrufl yourfelves Into my private meditations thus ? What is your bunnefs here ? Chor, Mod noble lady, Firft our own Iervice to your grace ; the next The Regent's order we mould vifit you : Who from his foul does much bewail your weaknefs, And heartily entreats you take good comfort, Conf, *5 Conf. It is not in his pow'r to comfort me: He is as petty to that end, as is The morning dew upon the myrtle leaf To quench the flaming gulph of Tartarus. Chor. He is gone forth to view the feeble polls Of Mavfoul, and to line and new repair Our fortreffes with means defendant 'gainft The enemy ; it being beft in caufes Of fure defence to weigh the foe more mighty Ev'n than he feems. So, madam, fear not you His overthrow. Conf, Nay let it come, Chor. Come what? Conf. His overthrow. Chor. You wander from our aim. Conf. No, 'twould heap happinefs upon us all ; For then, and not till then we {hall begin To feel ourfelves, and find the blefiednefs Of being little. Chor. Might it pleafe your grace To leave your griefs, and put yourfelf into The Regent's hand ; that of his merit you Might f make yourfelf a ftaff to lean upon. It would be much both for your grace's honor. And for the city's peace. Conf. Is this your courifel ? Would you have me to take for my fupport A broken reed ? What could to me occur Above fuch wretchednefs as this would be ? Your ftudy 's to make me a curfe like this, Chor. Your fears are worfe. Conf. Nay, then I fee, remorfe And grace are dead : all is but toys ; there's nothing Serious or awful in mortality. D Chor* 26 Chor. O Confcience, could you but be brought to think Our ends were honeft, you would feel more comfort ; And as you've ever flood to charity, Difplaying the efFecis of wifdom and Conf. No more ! He does me double wrong, that wounds me with The flatt'ries of his tongue. Chor. Pray hear us out. Conf. 1 would not, nay I dare not make myfclf So guilty ; but if yet my word be flerling In Marfoul, then let it command a mirror Strait hither, that it may {hew me what face I have, fince we have heard the found of trumpet And the alarm of war without the city. Chor. Then while the glafs doth come to us, let's tell Of things to drive away this heavinefs. Conf. Let's talk of graves, and worms, and epitaphs; For nothing can we call our own but death, And that fmall model of the barren earth, "Which ferves as pafte and cover for our bones. And more than carefully it us concerns, E're we bequeath our bodies to the ground, To be made fit arid feafon'd for our p adage, Chor, Join not with grief, dear Confcience; do not fo, To make our ends more fudden ? Have we not Yet many years to live? Conf Be ye not thus Infus'd with felf and vain conceit; as if This flefh, that walls about our life, were brafs Impregnable: for all our yefterdays Have lighted fools the way to dufty death, Haply cut off ev'n in the bloflbms of Their fins ; or taken grafsly full of bread ; Or in fome aft that had no relifh of Salvation 2 7 Salvationist; no reck'ning made, but fent To their account with all their imperfe&ions Upon their heads. If fo, who knows, fave Heav'n, How their tremendous final audit (lands ? But in our circumftance and courfe of thought, 'lis heavy with them. Chor. 'Tis enough, fvveet Confciencej Thou doft torment thyfelf and us with thoughts, That are beyond the reaches of our fouls. Rather let us fit down awhile, and read Some pleafing hiflory ; till we pofTefs A golden {lumber here, and fteep our fenfe In Tweet forgetfulnefs. Conf. I'll read enough, When I can fee the very book indeed, Where all my fins are writ, and that's myfelf. Enter one with a glafs. Conf, Give me that glafs, and therein will I read. Mine eyes are full of tears, I cannot fee; But they can fee a fort of traitors here ; Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myfelf, I find myfelf a traitor with the reft. Alack, the heavy day ! that I've worn out So many winters, and not known myfelf! A brittle glory fhineth in this face ; As brittle as the glory is the face ; For there it is crack'd in a hundred Olivers. \Dafxes the glafs againjl the ground. Mark, filent friends, the moral of this fport ; How foon my forrow has deftroy'd my face. Chor. The fhadow of your forrow has deftroy'd The fhadow of your face, D 2 Conf 28 Conf, Say that again. The fhadovv of my forrow ? Ha, let's fee ; *Tis very true ; my grief lies all within ; And thefe external manners of laments Are merely fhadows of the unfeen grief, That fwells with filence in the tortur'd foul. For I have that within, that pafleth {hew. Chor. Madam, you're much too fad; we you befeech, Make trial of heart-eaftng mirth, in which We have a prosp'rous art to give content. Conf. Go then, and converie hold with groaning wretches ; Vifit the fpeechlefs fick, and try your art T'enforce the pained impotent to fmile. Then if the fickly ears, deaf with the clamors Of their own groans, will hear your idle jefls: Return to me, and I will hear you too. Chor, To move wild laughter in the throat of death! It cannot be ! It is impoflible ! Mirth cannot move a foul in agony. Queflion no farther with her, let's away;