demand Lycaon This grant him Saturne since thy insinuation Hath wrought him quite out of the Cretans hearts That Tytans warlike issue may succeed thee Tytan Lycaon well aduis'd he during life Shall reigne in peace no interruption Shall passe from Tytan to disturbe his reigne So to our Gyant race thou wilt assure The crowne as due by right inheritance Saturne To cut off all hostile effusion Of human bloud which by our difference Must needs be spilt vpon the barren earth Wee 'le sweare to this accord Tytan Conditiond thus That to depriue all future enmity In our succeeding Issue thy male children Thou in their Cradle strangle Saturne Kill my sonnes Tytan Or sweare to this or all our warlike race Disperst in seuerall Kingdomes I l'e assemble To conquer thee and from thy ambitious head Teare that vsurped Crowne Saturne Tytan thy friendship Wee 'l buy with our own bloud all our male children If we hereafter shall haue any borne Shall perish in their births to this we sweare As we are King and Saturne Tytan I the like As I am Tytan and Vranus sonne This league confirm'd all my Allyes I 'le gather Search forreigne clymes in which I l'e plant my kin Scorning a seate here where I am dispis'd To liue a subiect to a younger birth Nor bow to that which is my owne by due Saturne farewell I l'e leaue thee to thy state Whil'st I in forreigne Kingdomes search my Fate Thinke on thy oath Saturne First stay with vs and feast Tytan this day shall be King Saturns guest Enter the Clowne and a Nurse Clown There is no dallying you must come with all speede For Madam Sibilla is growne a great woman Nurs. That is without question for she is now a Queene Clown Nay she is greater then many Queenes are for though you may thinke she is with ancient folkes yet I can assure you she is with childe you may imagine beeing now but morning shee is new risen yet t' is thought that ere noone she will bee brought a bed I neuer heard she was commited to prison yet t' is look't euery houre when she shall be deliuered and therefore Nurse I was sent to you in all haste Nurs. Is she so neere her time Clown Yes and yet t is thought shee will notwithstanding hold out because she is groning Nurs. Your reason Clowne Because you know the prouerbe A grunting horse and a groning wife neuer deceiue their Maister say will you make haste Nurse Nurs. What 's the best news abroad Clown The best newes abrode is that the Queene is likely to keepe at home and is it not strange that halfe an houres being abroad should make a woman haue a moneths minde to keepe in But the worst newes is that if the King haue a young Prince hee is tide to kill it by oath but if his maiesty went drunke to bed and got a gyrle she hath leaue to liue till she dye and dye when she can liue no longer Nurs. That couenant was the most vnnaturall That euer father made one louely boy Hath felt the rigor of that strict decree And if this second likewise be a sonne There is no way but death Clown I can tell you more newes the king hath sent to the Oracle to know whether my Lady be with childe of a boy or a gyrle and what their fortunes shall be the Lord that went is look't for euery day to returne with his answere it is so Gossipt in the Queenes chamber I can tell you O Nurse wee haue the brauest king if thou knewest all Nurs. Why I pray thee Clowne Let his vertues speake for himselfe he hath taught his people to sow to plow to reape corne and to skorne Akehorns with their heeles to bake and to brue we that were wont to drinke nothing but water haue the brauest liquor at Court as passeth Besides he hath deuised a strange engine called a Bow and Arrow that a man may hold in hand and kill a wilde beast a great way off and neuer come in danger of his clutches I 'le tell you a strange thing Nurse last time the King went a hunting he kild a beare brought him home to be bak't and eaten A Gentlewoman of the Court that sed hungerly vpon this pye had such a rumbling and roaring in her guts that her Intrails were all in a mutiny and could not be appeased No phisicke would helpe her what did the King but caused an excellent Mastiffe to be knock't in the head and drest gaue it to the gentlewoman of which when she had well eaten the flesh of the Mastiffe worried the beare in her belly and euer since her guts haue left wambling But come come I was sent in hast the Queene must needs speake with you Exeunt Enter Saturne with wedges of gold and siluer models of ships and buildings bow and arrowes c. His Lords with him Saturne You shall no more be lodg'd beneath the trees Nor chamber vnderneath the spreading Okes Behold I haue deuis'd you formes for tooles To square out timber and performe the Art Of Architecture yet vnknowne till now I 'le draw you formes of Cities Townes and Towers For vse and strength behold the models here 1 Lord Saturnes inuentions are diuine not humane A God-like spirit hath inspir'd his reigne Saturne See here a second Arte of Husbandry To till the earth to plow to sow to plant Deuis'd by Saturne here is gold refin'd From Grosser mettals siluer brasse and tinne With other minerals extract from earth I likewise haue found out to make your brooks Rivers and seas by practise Nauigable Behold a forme to make your Craers and Barkes To passe huge streames in safety dangerlesse 2. Lord Saturne is a God Saturn The last not least this vse of Archery The stringed bow and nimble-fethered-shaft By this you may command the flying fowle And reach her from on high this serues for warre To strike and wound thy foe-man from a farre What meanes this acclamation Alowd shout within 1. Lord T is thy people Deuinest Saturne furnisht with these vses More then the Gods haue lent them by thy meanes Proclaime to thee a lasting deity And would haue Saturne honoured as a God Saturn Wee 'l study future profits for their vse And in our fresh inuentions proue diuine But Gods are neuer touch't with my suspires Passions and throbs their God-like Issue thriue Whilst I vn-man-like must destroy my babes Oh my strict oath to Tytan which confounds All my precedent honours one sweete babe My yongest Ops hath felt the bloudy knife And perisht in his swathing And my Queene Swels with another Infant in her wombe Ready to taste like rigor Is that Lord Return'd from Delphos yet 2 Lord He is Saturn Admit him now what doth the Oracle Speake by the Delphian Priest 3. Lord Thus mighty Saturne After our Ceremonious Rites perform'd And Sacrifice ended with reuerence A murmuring thunder hurried through the Temple When fell a pleasant shower whose siluer drops
Fil'd all the Altar with a roseate dew In this amazement thus the Delphian God Spake from the Incenst Altar Lord of Creete Thus say to Saturne Sibill his faire wife Is great with a yong Prince of Noble hopes That shall his fathers vertues much excell Ceaze on his Crowne and driue him downe to Hell Sat. The Gods if there be any boue our selfe Enuy our greatnesse and of one that seekes To beare himselfe boue man makes me more wretched Then the most slauish bruit What shall my Sibill Bring me a sonne that shall depose me then He shall not I will crosse the Deities I 'le toombe th' usurper in his Infant bloud I 'le keepe my oath Prince Tytan shall succeed Maugre the enuious Gods the brat shall bleed 1. Lor. Way for the dowager Queene Enter Vesta sad Sat. How fares our mother How i' st with faire Sibilla our deere Queene Vesta Your Queene 's deliuered Sat. Of some female birth You Deities I begge make me oh Heauens No more inhumane in the tragicke slaughter Of princely Infants fill my decreed number With Virgins though in them I loose my name And kingdome either make her barren euer Or else all generatiue power and appetite Depriue me lest my purple sinne be stil'd Many degrees boue murder What 's her birth Vesta Shee 's the sad mother of a second sonne Saturn Be euer dumbe let euerlasting silence Tong-tye the world all humane voyce henceforth Turne to confus'd and vndistinguisht found Of barking Hounds hoarse beares howling wolues To stop all rumour that may fil the world With Saturnes tyranies against his sonnes Vest. Ah did but Saturne see you smiling babe Hee 'd giue it life and breake ten thousand oathes Rather then suffer the sweet infant dye His very looke would begge a quicke reprieue Euen of the tyrant Tytan saw the vnkle With what a gracefull looke the Infant smiles Hee 'd giue it life although he purchas'd it with losse of a great Kingdome Saturn Then spare the lad I did offend too much To kill the first tell Sibill he shall liue I 'le be no more so monstrous in my rigor Nor with the bloud of Princes buy my Crowne No more their Cradles shall be made their Tombes Nor their soft swathes become their winding sheetes How can my subiects thinke I l'e spare their liues That to my owne can be so tyranous Tell Sibill he shall liue Uest. Vesta will be that ioyfull messenger Saturn Stay let me first reward the Oracle It told me Sibill should produce a sonne That should his Fathers vertues much excell Cease on my Crowne and driue me downe to Hell Must I then giue an Infant-traitor life To sting me to the heart the brat shall bleed Uesta Sweet sonne 1. Lord Deere soueraigne Saturn He that next replyes Mother or friend by Saturnes fury dyes Away fetch me his heart brimme me a bowle With his warme bloud Tyran my vow I 'le keep Life newly wakend shall as newly sleep Vest. Worse then a bruit for bruits preserue their own Worse then the worst of things is Saturne growne Saturn Command the childe to death Uesta Tyrant I will Tygers would saue whom Saturn means to kill Sat. It is my sonne whom I command to death A Prince that may succed me in my Throne And to posterity reuiue my name Call Vesta backe and bid her saue the Babe 1. Lord I 'le do 't my Lord Sat. Yet stay the lad to kill I saue my oath and keep my kingdome still Post after her and charge them on their liues Send me the babes bloud in a cup of gold A present which I 'le offer to the Gods Delay not bee 't our mother nay our wife Forfeits her owne to saue the Infants life 1. Lord I shall informe them so Sat. Is this a deity To be more wretched then the worst on earth To be depriu'd that comfort of my issue Which euen the basest of my land enioy I l'e henceforth for my rigor hate my selfe Pleasures despise and ioyes abandon quite The purest bloud that runnes within my veines I 'le dull with thicke and troubled melancholy I l'e warre with comfort be at oddes with solace And league with nothing but distemprature Henceforth my vnkem'd lockes shall knot in curles Rasor nor any edge shall kisse my cheeke Vntill my chin appeare a wildernesse And make we wild in knowledge to the world Perpetuall care shall cabin in my heart My tyranny I 'le punish in my selfe And saue the Gods that labour Saturns disturbance to the world shall be That planet that infuseth melancholy Enter Sibilla lying in child-bed with her child lying by her and her Nurse c. Sibilla Is not our mother Vesta yet return'd That made herselfe th' unwilling messenger To bring the king newes of his new-borne sonne Nurs. Madam not yet Sibil. Mother of all that euer mothers were Most wretched kisse thy sweet babe ere he dye That hath life onely lent to suffer death Sweet Lad I would thy father saw thee smile Thy beauty and thy pretty Infancy Would molifie his heart wer 't hew'd from flint Or caru'd with Iron tooles from the corsicke rocke Thou laughest to thinke thou must be kild in iest Oh if thou needs must dye I 'le be thy murdresse And kill thee with my kisses pretty knaue And canst thou laugh to see thy mother weepe Or art thou in thy cheerefull smiles so free In scorne of thy rude fathers tyranny Nurs. Madam the King hath slaine his first borne son Whom had hee seene aliue hee 'd not haue giuen For ten such Kingdomes as he now enioyes The death of such a faire and hopefull child Is full as much as Tytan can demand Sib. He shall spare this sweet babe I 'le ransome thee With my owne life the knife that pierceth thee Will wound thy mothers side and I shall feele The least sharpe stroke from his offensiue steele Nurs. The mother Queen 's return'd Enter Vesta How lookes she Nurse Let her not speake but yet a little longer My hopes hold in suspence oh me most wretched I reade my Lords harsh answere in her eye Her very lookes tell me the boy must dye Say must he must he kill me with that word Which will wound deeper then King Saturnes sword Vesta The boy must dye Sib. Oh! Nurs. Looke to the Queene she faints Vest. Oh let 's not loose the mother with her infant The losse of one 's too much Sibill. Oh wher 's my childe I le hide thee in my bed my bosome brest The murderer shall not finde my little sonne Thou shalt not dye be not afraid my boy Go tell the King hee s mine as well as his And I 'le not kill my part one he hath slaine In which I had like interest this I 'le saue And euery second sonne keepe from the graue Enter the first Lord Vesta Fobeare sir for this place is priuiledg'd And onely for free women 1. Lord Yet is the Kings command boue
father Mel. Iupiter as I am Melliseus Epyres King Thou shalt haue free assistance Iup. Come then Arme Assemble all the powers that we can leauy Archas we make thee of Pelagia King As King Lycaons Gran-childe and the sonne Of faire Calisto Let that Clime henceforth Be cal'd Arcadia and vsurpe thy name Go then and presse th' Arcadians to the rescue Of royall Saturne this great King and I Will lead th' Epyrians Faile me not to meet To redeeme Saturne and to rescue Creet Exeūt Manet Clown Clown I haue no mind to this buffeting I l'e walke after faire and softly in hope that all the buffeting may be done before I come Whether had I better go home by land or by sea If I go by land and mis-carry then I go the way of all flesh If I go by sea and mis-carry then I go the way of all fish I am not yet resolu'd But howsoeuer I haue done my message so cleanly that they cannot say the messenger is be-reau'd of any thing that belongs to his message Alarme Enter Tytan Lycaon Enceladus with Saturne Iuno and Sibilla prisoners Tyt. Downe trecherous Lord and be our foot-pace now To ascend our high tribunall Wher 's that God-head With which the people Auee'd thee to heauen Encel. 'T is sunke into the deep Abysme of hell Teare from his head the golden wreath of Creet Tread on his captiue bulke and with thy weight Great Tytan sinke him to the infernall shades So low that with his trunke his memory May be extinct in Lethe Sat. More then tyrannous To triumph or'e the weake and to oppresse The low deiected Let your cruelty Be the sad period of my wretchednesse Onely preserue my louely Iuno's life And giue Sibilla freedome Encel. By these Gods We neither feare nor value but contend To equall in our actions both shall dye There shall no proud Saturnian liue to braue The meanest of the high-borne Tytanoyes Lyca. Raze from the earth their hatefull memory And let the bloud of Tytan sway the earth Speake are the ports and confines strongly arm'd 'Gainst all inuasions Tytan Who dares damadge vs Let all the passages be open left Vnguarded let our ports and hauens lye All danger we despise mischance or dread We hold in base contempt Encel. Conquest is ours Maugre diuine or base terrestriall powers Alarme Enter Aegeon Aege. Arme royall Titan Arme Enceladus A pale of brandisht steele hath girt thy land From the earths Cauernes breake infernall fires To make thy villages and hamlets burne Tempestuous ruin in the shape of warre Clowds all thy populous kingdome At my heeles Confusion dogges me and the voyce of death Still thunders in mine eares Tyt. I st possible Beare Saturne first to prison Wee 'l after parly them Ence. Come Angels arm'd or Diuels 'clad in flames Our fury shall repell them Come they girt With power celestiall or infernall rage Wee 'l stand their fierce opposure Royall Titan Aegeon and Hyperion d'on your armes Brauely aduance your strong orbicular shields And in your right hands brandish your bright steele Drowne your affrightments in th' amazed sounds Of martiall thunder Diapason'd deep Wee 'l stand them be they Gods if men expell Their strengthles force and stownd them low as hell A Florish Enter marching K. Melliseus Iupiter Archas Drumme and souldiers Tit. Whence are you that intrude vpon our confines Or what portend you in these hostile sounds Of clamorous warre Iup. Tytans destruction With all the ruin of his giant race Tit. By what pretence or claime Iup. In right of Saturne Whom against law the Tytans haue depos'd Tit. What art thou speak'st it Iup. I am Iupiter King Saturnes sonne immediate heire to Creet Encel. There pause that word disturbs all thy claime And proues that Tytan seates him in his owne Tyt. If Saturne as thou say'st hath sonnes aliue His oath is broken and we are iustly seiz'd Of Creta's Crowne by his late forfeiture Aege. Thy tongue hath spoke thy owne destruction Since whom K. Saturne spar'd our swords must kill And he is come to offer vp that life Which hath so long beene forfeit Iup. Tyrants no The heauens preseru'd me for a further vse To plague your Off-spring that afflict the earth And with your threatnings spurne against the Gods Lyca. Now shalt thou pay me for Calisto's wrong Exiling me and for dishonouring her Iup. Are you there Caniball Man-eating woolfe Lycaon thou art much beholding to me I woman'd first Calisto and made thee A grand-father Dost not thanke me for 't See heer 's the Boy this is Archadia's King No more Pelagia now since thy exile Tyt. To thee that stil'st thy selfe K. Saturnes sonne Know thou wast doom'd before thy birth to dye Thy claime disabled and in sauing thee Thy father hath made forfeit of his Crowne Iup. Know Tytan I was borne free as my father Nor had he power to take that life away That the Gods freely gaue me Tyrants see Here is that life you by Indenture claime Seize it and take it but before I fall Death and destruction shall confound you all Encel. Destruction is our vassaile and attends Vpon the threatning of our stormy browes We trifle howers Arme all your fronts with horror Your hearts with fury and your hands with death Thunder meet thunder tempests stormes defie Saturne and all his issue this day dye Alarme The battels ioine Tytan is slaine and his party repulst Enter Aegeon Aege. Wher 's now the high and proud Enceladus To stop the fury of the Aduerse foe Or stay the base flight of our dastard troupes Tytan is slaine Hyperion strowes the earth And thousands by the hand of Iupiter Are sent into blacke darknesse All that stand Sink in the weight of his high Iouiall hand To shun whose rage Aegeon thou must flye Creet with our hoped conquests all adiew We must propose new quests since Saturnes sonne Hath by his puissance all our campe ore-runne Exit Alarme Enter Enceladus leading his Army Iupiter leading his They make a stand Ence. None stir be all your armes cramp't diseas'd Your swords vn-vsefull may your steely glaues Command your hands and not your sinewes them Till I by single valor haue subdu'd This murderer of my father Iup. Here he stands That must for death haue honour at thy hands None interrupt vs singly wee 'l contend And 'twixt vs two giue these rude factions end Encel. Two royall armies then on both sides stand To view this strange and dreadfull Monomachy Thy fall Saturnian addes to my renowne For by thy death I gaine the Cretan Crowne Iup. Death is thy due I finde it in thy starres Whil'st our high name giues period to these warres Alarm They combat with iauelings first after with swords and targets Iupiter kils Enceladus and enters with victory Iupiter Saturne Sibilla Iuno Melliseus Archas with the Lords of Crete Sat. Neuer was Saturne deifi'd till now Nor found that perfectnesse the Gods enioy Heauen can assure no greater happinesse Then I
custome is to th' Oracle To know what fortunes shall betide the babe Answer 's return'd by Phoebus and his Priests The Queene shall childe a daughter beautifull Who when she growes to yeares shall then bring forth A valiant Princely boy yet such a one That shall the King his grandsire turne to stone Danae is borne and as she growes to ripenesse So grew her fathers feare and to preuent His ominous fate pronounc'd by th' Otacle He mowlds this brazen Tower impregnable Both for the seat and guard yet beautifull As is the gorgeous palace of the Sunne Iup. Ill doth Acrisius to contend and warre Against th' unchanging Fates I l'e scale that Towers Or raine downe millions in a golden shower I long to be the father of that babe Begot on Danae that shall proue so braue And turne the dotard to his marble graue T is cast already Fate be thou my guide Whil'st for this amorous iourney I prouide Mel. But is the Lady there immur'd and clos'd From all society and sight of man Nept. So full of iealous feares is King Acrisius That saue himselfe no man must neere the Fort Only a guard of Beldams past their lusts Vnsensible of loue or amorous pitty Partly by bribes hir'd partly curb'd with threats Are guard vnto this bright imprisoned dame Plut. Too pittilesse and too obdur's the King To cloyster beauty from the sight of man But this concernes not vs Iup. That fort I 'le scale Though in attempting it be death to faile Brothers and Princes all our Courts rarities Lye open to your royal'st entertainment Yet pardon me since vrgence cals me hence To an inforced absence Nay Queene Iuno You must be pleas'd the cause imports vs highly Feast with these Princes till our free returne Attendance Lords we must descend in gold Or you imprisoned beauty ne'r behold Exit Enter foure old Beldams with other women 1. Beld. Heer 's a coyle to keep fire and tow a sunder I wonder the King should shut his daughter vp so close for any thing I see she hath no minde to a man 2. Beld. Content your selfe you speake according to your age and appetite We that are full fed may praise fast We that in our heate of youth haue drunke our bellyfuls may deride those that in the heate of their blouds are athirst I measure her by what I was not by what I am Appetite to loue neuer failes an old woman till cracking of nuts leaues her When Danae hath no more teeth in her head then you and I I l'e trust a man in her company and scarce then for if we examine our selues wee haue euen at these yeares qualmes and rhumes and deuises comes ouer our stomakes when we but look on a proper man 1. Beld. That 's no question I know it by my selfe and whil'st I stand centinell I 'le watch her for that I warrant her 2. Bel. And haue we not reason considering the penalty 1. Bel. If any stand centinel in her quarters we shall keep quarter here no longer If the Princesse miscarry we shall make gunpowder and they say an old woman is better for that then Salt-peter The 'larme bell rings 3. Beld. The larme bell rings It should be K. Acrisius by the sound of the clapper 4. Beld. Then clap close to the gate and let him in Enter Acrisius Acri. Ladies well done I like this prouidence And carefull watch ore Danae let me finde you Faithlesse you dye be faithfull and you liue Eterniz'd in our loue Go call her hither Be that your charge the rest keep watchfull eye On your percullist entrance which forbids All men saue vs free passage to this place See! Danae is descended Faire daughter Enter Danae How do you brook this palace Dan. Like a prison What is it else you giue me golden fetters As if their value could my bondage lessen Acri. The architectur 's sumptuous and the building Of cost inualuable so rich a structure For beauty or for state the world affoords not Is not thy attendance princely like a Queenes Are not all these thy vassails to attend Are not thy chambers faire and richly hung The walkes within this barricadoed mure Full of delight and pleasure for thy taste And curious palate all the chiefest cates Are from the furthest verges of the earth Fetch 't to content thee What distastes thee then Dan. That which alone is better then all these My liberty Why am I cloyster'd thus And kept a prisoner from the sight of man What hath my innocence and infancy Deseru'd to be immur'd in brazen walls Can you accuse my faith or modesty Hath any loose demeanour in my carriage Bred this distrust hath my eye plaid the rioter Or hath my tongue beene lauish haue my fauours Vn-virginlike to any beene profuse That it should breed in you such ielousie Or bring me to this durance Acri. None of these I loue my Danae But when I record The Oracle it breeds such feare in me That makes this thy reteinement Danae The Oracle Wherein vnto the least of all the Gods Hath Danae beene vnthankfull or profane To bondage me that am a princesse free And votaresse to euery deity Acri. I l'e tell thee Lady The vnchanging mouth Of Phoebus hath this Oracle pronoun'st That Danae shall in time childe such a sonne That shall Acrisius change into a stone Danae See your vaine feares What lesse could Phoebus say Or what hath Danae's fate deseru'd in this To turne you into stone that 's to prepare Your monument and marble sepulcher The meaning is that I a sonne shall haue That when you dye shall beare you to your graue Are you not mortall would you euer liue Your father dy'd and to his Monument You like a mourner did attend his herse What you did to your father let my sonne Performe to you prepare your sepulcher Or shall a stranger beare you to your tombe When from your owne bloud you may store a Prince To do those sacred rights or shall vaine feares Cloister my beauty and consume my yeares Acri. Our feares are certaine and our doome as fix't As the decrees of Gods Thy durance here Is with limit endlesse Go attend her Exit Danae Vnto her chamber there to liue an Ankresse And changelesse virgin to the period Of her last hower And you to whom this charge Solely belongs banish all womanish pitty Be deafe vnto her prayers blinde to her teares Obdure to her relenting passions Should she as heauen and th' Oracle forbid By your corrupting loose that precious Gemme We haue such care to keepe and locke safe vp Your liues are doom'd Be faithfull we desire And keepe your bodies from the threatned fire Exit 1 Beld. Heauen be as chary of your Highnesse life As we of Dana's honour Now if shee bee a right woman shee will haue a minde onely to loose that which her father hath such care to keepe There is a thing that commonly stickes vnder a womans stomacke 2. Beld. What do