for ye Enter Duke Alonzo Sanchio Duke What Sir preparing for your noble journey 'T is well and full of care I saw your mind was wedded to the war And knew you would prove some good man for your country Therefore fair Cousin with your gentle pardon I got this place what mourn at his advancement You are to blame he will come again sweet cousin Mean time like sad Penelope and sage Amongst your maids at home and huswifely Leon. No Sir I dare not leave her to that solitariness She is young and grief or ill news from those quarters May daily cross her she shall goe along Sir Duke By no means Captain Leon. By all means an 't please ye Duke What take a young and tender bodied Lady And expose her to those dangers and those tumults A sickly Lady too Leon. 'T will make her well Sir There 's no such friend to health as wholsom travel Sanch. Away it must not be Alon. It ought not Sir Go hurry her it is not humane Captain Duke I cannot blame her tears fright her with tempests With thunder of the war I dare swear if she were able Leon. She is most able And pray ye swear not she must goe there 's no remedy Nor greatness nor the trick you had to part us Which I smell too rank too open too evident And I must tell you Sir 't is most unnoble Shall hinder me had she but ten hours life Nay less but two hours I would have her with me I would not leave her same to so much ruine To such a desolation and discredit As her weakness and your hot will wou'd work her to Enter Perez What Masque is this now More tropes and figures to abuse my sufferance What cousin 's this Juan Michael van owle how dost thou In what dark bath or tod of aged Ivy Hast thou lyen hid Perez Things must both ebbe and slow Coronel And people must conceal and shine again You are welcom hither as your friend may say Gentleman A pretty house ye see handsomely seated Sweet and convenient walks the waters crystal Alon. He 's certain mad Juan As mad as a French Tayler That has nothing in 's head but ends of sustians Perez I see you are packing now my gentle cousin And my wife told me I should find it so 'T is true I do you were merry when I was last here But 't was your will to try my patience Madam I am sorry that my swift occasions Can let you take your pleasure here no longer Yet I would have you think my honour'd cousin This house and all I have are all your servants Leon. What house what pleasure Sir what do you mean Perez You hold the jest so still 't will prove discourteous This house I mean the pleasures of this place Leon. And what of them Perez They are mine Sir and you know it My wises I mean and so confer'd upon me The hangings Sir I must entreat your servants That are so busie in their offices Again to minister to their right uses I shall take view o' th' plate anon and furnitures That are of under place you are merry still cousin And of a pleasant constitution Men of great fortunes make their mirths at placitum Leon. Prethee good stubborn wife tell me directly Good evll wife leave fooling and tell me honestly Is this my kinsman Marg. I can tell ye nothing Leon. I have many kinsmen but so mad a one And so phantastick all the house Perez All mine And all within it I will not bate ye an ace on 't Can you not receive a noble courtesie And quietly and handsomely as ye ought Couz But you must ride o' th' top on 't Leon. Canst thou fight Per. I 'le tell ye presently I could have done Sir Leon. For ye must law and claw before ye get it Juan Away no quarrels Leon. Now I am more temperate I 'le have it prov'd if you were never yet in Bedlam Never in love for that 's a lunacy No great state left ye that you never lookt for Nor cannot manage that 's a rank distemper That you were christen'd and who answer'd for ye And then I yield Perez H 'as half perswaded me I was bred i'th'moon I have ne'r a bush at my breech are not we both mad And is not this a phantastick house we are in And all a dream we do will ye walk out Sir And if I do not beat thee presently Into a sound belief as sense can give thee Brick me into that wall there for a chimny piece And say I was one o' th' Caesars done by a seal-cutter Leon. I 'le talk no more come we 'l away immediatly Marg. Why then the house is his and all that 's in it I 'le give away my skin but I 'le undoe ye I gave it to his wife you must restore Sir And make a new provision Perez Am I mad now or am I christen'd you my page cousâ— My mighty Mahound kinsman what quirk now You shall be welcom all I hope to see Sir Your Grace here and my couz we are all Souldiers And must do naturally for one another Duke Are ye blank at this then I must tell ye Sir Ye have no command now ye may goe at pleasure And ride your asse troop 't was a trick I us'd To try your jealousie upon entreatie And saving of your wife Leon. All this not moves me Nor stirs my gall nor alters my affections You have more furniture more houses Lady And rich ones too I will make bold with those And you have Land i' th' Indies as I take it Thither we 'l goe and view a while those climats Visit your Factors there that may betray ye 'T is done we must goe Marg. Now thou art a brave Gentleman And by this sacred light I love thee dearly The house is none of yours I did but jest Sir Nor you are no couz of mine I beseech ye vanish I tell you plain you have no more right than he Has that senseless thing your wife has once more fool'd ye Goe ye and consider Leon. Good morrow my sweet cousin I should be glad Sir Perez By this hand she dies for 't Or any man that speaks for her Exit Perez Juan These are fine toyes Marg. Let me request you stay but one poor month You shall have a Commission and I 'le goe too Give me but will so far Leon. Well I will try ye Good morrow to your Grace we have private business Duke If I miss thee again I am an arrant bungler Juan Thou shalt have my command and I 'le march under thee Nay be thy boy before thou shalt be baffled Thou art so brave a fellow Alon. I have seen visions Exeunt Actus Quintus Scena Prima Enter Leon with a letter and Margarita Leon. COme hither wife do you know this hand Marg. I do Sir 'T is Estifania that was once my woman Leon. She writes to me here that one Cacasogo An
the Complexion of great Wits The Fools Distemper He that 's mad by fits Is wise so too It is the Poets Muse The Prophets God the Fools and my excuse For in Me nothing less than Fletchers name Could have begot or justify'd this flame Beaumont Return'd methinks it should not be Fletcher Return'd methinks it should not be No not in 's Works Plays are as dead as He. The Palate of this age gusts nothing High That has not Custard in 't or Bawdery Folly and Madness fill the stage The Scene Is Athens where the Guilty and the mean The Fool'scapes well enough Learned and Great Suffer an Ostracism stand Exulate Mankind is fall'n again shrunk a degree A step below his very Apostasie Nature her self is out of Tune and sick Of Tumult and Disorder Lunatick Yet what world would not cheerfully endure The Torture or Disease t' enjoy the Cure This Book 's the Balsam and the Hellebore Must preserve bleeding nature and restore Our Crazy stupor to a just quick Sense Both of Ingratitude and Providence That teaches us at Once to feel and know Two deep Points what we want and what we owe. Yet Great Goods have their Ills Should we transmit To Future Times the Pow'r of Love and Wit In this Example would they not combine To make Our Imperfections their Design They 'd study our Corruptions and take more Care to be Ill than to be Good before For nothing but so great Infirmity Could make them worthy of such Remedy Have you not seen the Suns almighty Ray Rescue th' affrighted world and redeem Day From black despair how his victorious Beame Scatters the storm and drowns the petty flame Of Lightning in the glory of his eye How full of pow'r how full of Majesty When to us Mortals nothing else was known But the sad doubt whether to burn or drown Choler and Phlegm Heat and dull Ignorance Have cast the people into such a Trance That fears and danger seem Great equally And no dispute left now but how to dy Just in this nick Fletcher sets the world clear Of all disorder and reforms us here The formal Youth that knew no other Grace Or Value but his Title and his Lace Glasses himself and in this faithful Mirrour Views disapproves reforms repents his Errour The Credulous bright Girl that believes all Language in Oaths if Good Canonical Is fortifi'd and taught here to beware Of ev'ry specious bait of ev'ry snare Save one and that same Caution takes her more Than all the flattery she felt before She finds her Boxes and her thoughts betray'd By the Corruption of the Chambermaid Then throws her washes and dissemblings by And Vows nothing but Ingenuity The severe States-man quits his sullen form Of Gravity and bus'ness The Luke-warm Religious his Neutrality The hot Brain-sick Illuminate his zeal the sot Stupidity The souldier his Arrears The Court its Confidence The Plebs their fears Gallants their Apishness and Perjurie Women their Pleasure and Inconstancie Poets their wine the Vsurer his Pelf The world its Vanity and I my self Roger L' Estrange On the Edition FLETCHER whose fame no age can ever wast Envy of Ours and glory of the last Is now alive again and with his name His sacred Ashes wak'd into a Flame Such as before did by a secret charm The wildest Heart subdue the coldest warm And lend the Lady's eyes a power more bright Dispensing thus to either heat and Light He to a sympathie those souls betrai'd Whom Love or Beauty never could perswade And in each mov'd spectatour could beget A real passion by a Counterfeit When first Bellario bled what Lady there Did not for every drop let fall a tear And when Aspasia wept not any eye But seem'd to wear the same sad liverie By him inspir'd the feign'd Lucina drew More streams of melting sorrow than the true But then the Scornful Lady did beguile Their easie griefs and teach them all to smile Thus he Affections could or raise or lay Love grief and mirth thus did his charms obey He Nature taught her passions to out do How to refine the old and create new Which such a happy likeness seem'd to bear As if that Nature Art Art Nature were Yet all had nothing been obscurely kept In the same Vrn wherein his dust hath slept Nor had he ris ' the Delphick wreath to claim Had not the dying scene expir'd his name Despair our joy hath doubled he is come Thrice welcom by this Post-liminium His loss preserv'd him they that silenc'd Wit Are now the Authours to Eternize it Thus Poets are in spight of Fate reviv'd And Plays by Intermission longer liv'd THO. STANLEY A CATALOGUE Of all the COMEDIES and TRAGEDIES Contained in this BOOK in the same Order as Printed 1 THe Maids Tragedy * 2 Philaster or Love lies a bleeding * 3 A King or no King * 4 The Scornful Lady * 5 The Custom of the Country 6 The Elder Brother * 7 The Spanish Curate 8 Wit without Money * 9 The Beggars Bush 10 The Humorous Lieutenant 11 The Faithful Shepherdess * 12 The Mad Lover 13 The Loyal Subject 14 Rule a Wife and have a Wife * 15 The Laws of Candy 16 The False One. 17 The Little French Lawyer 18 The Tragedy of Valentinian 19 Monsieur Thomas * 20 The Chances 21 Rollo Duke of Normandy * 22 The Wild-Goose Chase 23 A Wife for a Month. 24 The Lovers Progress 25 The Pilgrim 26 The Captain 27 The Prophetess 28 The Queen of Corinth 29 The Tragedy of Bonduca 30 The Knight of the Burning Pestle * 31 Loves Pilgrimage 32 The Double Marriage 33 The Maid in the Mill. 34 The Knight of Maltha 35 Loves Cure or the Martial Maid 36 Women pleased 37 The Night Walker or Little Thief * 38 The Womans Prize or the Tamer tamed 39 The Island Princess 40 The Noble Gentleman 41 The Coronation * 42 The Coxcomb 43 Sea-Voyage 44 Wit at several Weapons 45 The Fair Maid of the Inn. 46 Cupids Revenge * 47 Two Noble Kinsmen * 48 Thierry and Theodoret. * 49 The Woman-Hater * 50 The nice Valour or the Passionate Madman 51 The Honest Man's Fortune A Mask at Grays-Inn and the Inner Temple Four Plays or Moral Representations THE MAIDS TRAGEDY Persons Represented in the Play King Lysippus brother to the King Amintor a Noble Gentleman Evadne Wife to Amintor Brothers to Evadne Melantius Diphilus Aspatia troth plight wife to Amintor Calianax an old humorous Lord and Father to Aspatia Gentlemen Cleon Strato Diagoras a Servant waiting Gentlewomen to Aspatia Antiphila Olympias Dula a Lady Maskers Night Cynthia Neptune Eolus Actus primus Scena prima Enter Cleon Strato Lysippus Diphilus CLeon The rest are making ready Sir Strat. So let them there 's time enough Diph. You are the brother to the King my Lord we 'l take your word Lys Strato thou hast some skill in Poetry What thinkst thou of a Mask will it be well Strat. As well as Mask can
the Princess to the King and bear that wounded fellow to dressing Come Gentlemen we 'l follow the chase close Ex. Are. Pha. Di. Cle. Thra. and 1 Woodman Coun. I pray you friend let me see the King 2 Wood. That you shall and receive thanks Exeunt Coun. If I get clear with this I 'le go see no more gay sights Enter Bellario Bell. A heaviness near death sits on my brow And I must sleep Bear me thou gentle bank For ever if thou wilt you sweet ones all Let me unworthy press you I could wish I rather were a Coarse strewed o're with you Than quick above you Dulness shuts mine eyes And I am giddy Oh that I could take So sound a sleep that I might never wake Enter Philaster Phi. I have done ill my conscience calls me false To strike at her that would not strike at me When I did sight me thought I heard her pray The gods to guard me She may be abus'd And I a loathed villain if she be She will conceal who hurt her He has wounds And cannot follow neither knows he me Who 's this Bellario sleeping If thou beest Guilty there is no justice that thy sleep Cry within Should be so sound and mine whom thou hast wrong'd So broken Hark I am pursued you gods I 'le take this offer'd means of my escape They have no mark to know me but my wounds If she be true if false let mischief light On all the world at once Sword print my wounds Upon this sleeping boy I ha' none I think Are mortal nor would I lay greater on thee Wounds him Bell. Oh death I hope is come blest be that hand It meant me well again for pities sake Phi. I have caught my self Phi. falls The loss of bloud hath stayed my flight Here here Is he that stroke thee take thy full revenge Use me as I did mean thee worse than death I 'le teach thee to revenge this luckless hand Wounded the Princess tell my followers Thou didst receive these hurts in staying me And I will second thee Get a reward Bell. Fly fly my Lord and save your self Phi. How 's this Wouldst thou I should be safe Bell. Else it were vain For me to live These little wounds I have Ha' not bled much reach me that noble hand I 'le help to cover you Phi. Art thou true to me Bell. Or let me perish loath'd Come my good Lord Creep in amongst those bushes who does know But that the gods may save your much lov'd breath Phi. Then I shall die for grief if not for this That I have wounded thee what wilt thou do Bell. Shift for my self well peace I hear 'em come Within Follow follow follow that way they went Bell. With my own wounds I 'le bloudy my own sword I need not counterfeit to fall Heaven knows That I can stand no longer Enter Pha. Dion Cle. and Thra. Pha. To this place we have tract him by his bloud Cle. Yonder my Lord creeps one away Di. Stay Sir what are you Bell. A wretched creature wounded in these Woods By Beasts relieve me if your names be men Or I shall perish Di. This is he my Lord Upon my soul that hurt her 't is the boy That wicked boy that serv'd her Pha. O thou damn'd in thy creation What cause could'st thou shape to hurt the Princess Bell. Then I am betrayed Di. Betrayed no apprehended Bell. I confess Urge it no more that big with evil thoughts I set upon her and did take my aim Her death For charity let fall at once The punishment you mean and do not load This weary flesh with tortures Pha. I will know who hir'd thee to this deed Bell. Mine own revenge Pha. Revenge for what Bell. It pleas'd her to receive Me as her Page and when my fortunes ebb'd That men strid o're them carelesly she did showr Her welcome graces on me and did swell My fortunes till they overflow'd their banks Threatning the men that crost 'em when as swift As storms arise at sea she turn'd her eyes To burning Suns upon me and did dry The streams she had bestowed leaving me worse And more contemn'd than other little brooks Because I had been great In short I knew I could not live and therefore did desire To die reveng'd Pha. If tortures can be found Long as thy natural life resolve to feel The utmost rigour Philaster creeps out of a bush Cle. Help to lead him hence Phi. Turn back you ravishers of Innocence Know ye the price of that you bear away so rudely Pha. Who 's that Di. 'T is the Lord Philaster Phi. 'T is not the treasure of all Kings in one The wealth of Tagus nor the Rocks of Pearl That pave the Court of Neptune can weigh down That vertue It was I that hurt the Princess Place me some god upon a Piramis Higher than hills of earth and lend a voice Loud as your Thunder to me that from thence I may discourse to all the under-world The worth that dwells in him Pha. How 's this Bell. My Lord some man Weary of life that would be glad to die Phi. Leave these untimely courtesies Bellario Bell. Alas he 's mad come will you lead me on Phi. By all the Oaths that men ought most to keep And Gods do punish most when men do break He toucht her not Take heed Bellario How thou dost drown the vertues thou hast shown With perjury By all that 's good 't was I You know she stood betwixt me and my right Pha. Thy own tongue be thy judge Cle It was Philaster Di. Is 't not a brave boy Well Sirs I fear we were all deceived Phi. Have I no friend here Di. Yes Phi. Then shew it Some good body lend a hand to draw us nearer Would you have tears shed for you when you dieâ— Then lay me gentle on his neck that there I may weep flouds and breath out my spirit 'T is not the wealth of Plutus nor the gold Lockt in the heart of earth can buy away This arm-full from me this had been a ransâ—m To have redeem'd the great Augustus Câ—sar Had he been taken you hard-hearted men More stony than these Mountains can you see Such clear pure bloud drop and not cut your flesh To stop his life To bind whose better wounâ—s Queens ought to tear their hair and with their tears Bath'em Forgive me thou that art the wealth of poor Phi. laster Enter King Arethusa and a Guard King Is the villain ta'ne Pha. Sir here be two confess the deed but say it was Phi. laster Phi. Question it no more it was King The fellow that did fight with him will tell us Are. Ay me I know he will King Did not you know him Are. Sir if it was he he was disguised Phi. I was so Oh my sâ—ars that I should live still King Thou ambitious fool Thou that hast laid a train for thy own life Now I do mean to do I 'le leave to
How to avoid this Mate and win the Game too H 'as noble eyes ye dare not friend me so far Lean. I dare do any thing that 's in mans power Lady To be a friend to such a noble beauty Am. This is no Lawyers language I pray ye tell me Whither may I remove Ye see I am set round To avoid my husband Lean. I shall tell ye happily But happily you will not be instructed Am. Yes and thank ye too shall I move this man Lean. Those are unseemly move one can serve ye Can honour ye can love ye Am. 'Pray ye tell quickly He will return and then Lean. I 'le tell ye instantly Move me and I will move any way to serve ye Move your heart this way Lady Am. How Lean. 'Pray ye hear me Behold the sport of love when he is imperious Behold the slave of love Am. Move my Queen this way Sure he 's some worthy man then if he hedge mâ— Or here to open him Lean. Do but behold me If there be pity in you do but view me But view the misery I have undertaken For you the povertie Am. He will come presently Now play your best Sir though I lose this Rook here Yet I get libertie Lean. I 'le selfe your fair hand And warm it with a hundred hundred kisses The God of love warm your desires but equal That shall play my game now Am. What do you mean Sir Why do you stop me Lean. That ye may intend me The time has blest us both love bids us use it I am a Gentleman nobly descended Young to invite your love rich to maintain it I bring a whole heart to ye thus I give it And to those burning altars thus I offer And thus divine lips where perpetual Spring grows Am. Take that ye are too saucy Lean. How proud Lady Strike my deserts Am. I was to blame Enter Bartolus Bar. What wise there Heaven keep my house from thieves Lean. I am wretched Opened discovered lost to my wishes I shall be whooted at Bar. What noise was this wise Why dost thou smile Lean. This proud thing will betray me Bar. Why these lie here what angry dear Am. No Sir Only a chance your pupil said he plaid well And so indeed he do's he undertook for ye Because I would not sit so long time idle I made my liberty avoided your mate And he again as cunningly endangered me Indeed he put me strangely to it When presently Hearing you come having broke his ambush too Having the second time brought off my Queen fair I rose o' th' sudden smilingly to shew ye My apron caught the Chesse-board and the men And there the noise was Bar. Thou art grown a Master For all this I shall beat ye Lean. Or I Lawyer For now I love her more 't was a neat answer And by it hangs a mighty hope I thank her She gave my pate a sound knock that it rings yet But you shall have a sounder if I live lawyer My heart akes yet I would not be in that fear Bar. I am glad ye are a gamester Sir sometimes For recreation we two shall fight hard at it Am. He will prove too hard for me Lean. I hope he shall do But your Chess board is too hard for my head line that good Lady Bar. I have been attoning two most wrangling neighbours They had no mony therefore I made even Come let 's go in and eat truly I am hungry Lean. I have eaten already I must intreat your pardon â—ar Do as ye please we shall expect ye at supper He has got a little heart now it seems handsomly Am. You 'l get no little head if I do not look to ye Lean. If ever I do catch thee again thou vanity Am. I was to blame to be so rash I am sorry Exeunt Actus Quartus Scena Prima Enter Don Henrique Violante Ascanio Hen. HEar but my reasons Viol. O my patience hear ' em Can cunning falshood colour an excuse With an seeming shape of borrowed truth Exteâ—nuate this wofull wrong not error Hen. You gave consent that to defeat my brother I should take any course Vio. But not to make The 〈◊〉 more loathsom than the soul disease Was 't not enough you took me to your bed Tâ—â—'d with loose dalliance and with emptie veins All those abilities spent before and wasted That could conâ—â— the name of mother on me But that to perfect my account of sorrow For my long baâ—â—neness you must heighten it By shewing to my face that you were fruitfull Hug'd in the base embraces of another If Solitude that dwelt beneath my roof And want of children was a torment to me What end of my vextion to behold A bastard to upbraid me with my wants And hear the name of father paid to ye Yet know my self no mother What can I say Hen. Shall I confess my fault and ask your pardon Will that content ye Vio. If it could make void What is confirm'd in Court no no Don Henrique You shall know that I find my self abus'd And adde to that I have a womans anger And while I look upon this Balilisk Whose envious eyes have blasted all my comforts Rest confident I 'le study my dark ends And not your pleasures Asc Noble Lady hear me Not as my Fathers son but as your servant Vouchsafe to hear me for such in my duty I ever will appear and far be it from My poor ambition ever to look on you But with that reverence which a slave stands bound To pay a worthy Mistris I have heard That Dames of highest place nay Queens themselves Disdain not to be serv'd by such as are Of meanest Birth and I shall be most happie To be emploâ—'d when you please to command me Even in the counsell office as your Page I can wait on your trencher fill your wine Carry your pantosles and be sometimes bless'd In all humilitie to touch your feet Or if that you esteem that too much grace I can run by your Coach observe your looks And hope to gain a fortune by my service With your good savour which now as a Son I date not challenge Vâ—â— As a Son Asâ— Forgive me I will forget the name let it be death For me to call you Mother Vio. Still upbraided Hen. No way left to appease you Vio. None now hear me Hear what I vow before the face of Heaven And if I break it all plagues in this life And those that after death are fear'd fall on me While that this Bastard staies under my roof Look for no peace at home for I renounce All Offices of a wife Hen. What am I faln to Vio. I will not eat nor sleep with you and those 〈◊〉 Which I should spend in prayers for your health Shall be emploi'd in Curses Hen. Terrible Vio. All the day long I 'le be as tedious to you As lingring fevers and I 'le watch the nights To ring aloud your shame and
says I believe him Vncle We be three Heroicall Prince Nea. Nay then we must have the Picture of 'em and the Word Nos sumus Tut. That have travell'd all parts of the Globe together Vnc. For my part I have seen the vicissitude of fortune before Onos Peace Vncle for though you speak a little better than I Nea. 'T is a very little in truth Onos Yet we must both give place as they say to the best Speaker The Tutor Tut. Yet since it hath pleased your radience to decline so low as on us Poor and unworthy dunghils Nea. What a stinking knaves this Tut. Our Peregrination was nere so facilitated as since we enter'd the line of your gracious favor under whose beamy aspect and by which infallible Mathematical compass may we but hereafter presume to sail our industries have reach't their desir'd termination and period and we shall voluntarily sacrifice our lives to your resplendent eyes both the Altars and fires of our devoted offerings Onos Oh divine Tutor Cra. Can you hold Sir Era He has spoken this very speech to some Whore in Corinth Nea. A plague on him for a fustian Dictionary on my conscience this is the Vlissâ—an Traveller that sent home his Image riding upon Elephants to the great Mogoll Sos The same his wit is so huge nought but an Elephant could carry him Era. So heavy you mean Nea. These three are ev'n the fin'st one fool tripartite that was ere discovered Sos Or a treatise of famine divided into three branches Era. The Prince speaks The. I thank ye for your loves but as I told you I have so little means to do for those Few followers I have already that I would have none shiprack themselves and fortune Upon my barren shelf Sue to Euphanes For he is Prince and Queen I would have no man Curse me in his old age Cra. Alass Sir they desire to follow you But a far off the farther off the better Tut. I Sir and 't be seven mile off so we may but follow you only to countenance us in the confronts and affronts which according to your Highness will we mean on all occasions to put upon the Lord Euphanes Onos He shall not want gibing nor jeering I warrant him if he do I 'l forswear wit Nea. It has forsworn thee I 'l swear it is the ancient enemy to thy house The. Well be it so I here receive ye for my followers a great way off Nea. Seven miles my Lord no further Onos By what time Sir by this measure may I come to follow him in his Chamber Nea. Why when his Chamber Sir is seven miles long Enter Euphanes Conon Page Gent. Attendants Gent. Make way there for my Lord Euphanes Cra. Look Sir Jove appears The Peacock of our State that spreads a train Brighter than Iris blushes after rain Euph. You need not thank me Conon in your love You Antidated what I can do for you And I in gratitude was bound to this And am to much more and what ere he be Can with unthankfulness assoile me let him Dig out mine eyes and sing my name in verse In Ballad verse at every drinking house And no man be so charitable to lend me A Dogg to guide my steps Nea. Haile to Euphanes Sos Mighty Euphanes Era. The great Prince Euphanes Tut. Key of the Court and Jewell of the Queen Vnc. Sol in our Firmament Onos Pearl in the States eye Nea. Being a black man Era. Mistress of the Land Nea. Our humble humble poor Petitions are That we may hold our places All. May we Euph. Yes be you malicious knaves still and you fools Con. This is the Princes and your brothers spight Euph. I know 't but will not know it Con. Yonder they are Who 's fine child 's this Vnc. Sir Onos Unckle le'be Let him alone he is a mighty Prince Euph. I ask your Highness pardon I protest By Jupiter I saw you not The. Humh it may be so You have rais'd such mountaines 'twixt your eyes and me That I am hidden quite what do ye mean Sir You much forget your self Euph. I should much more Not to remember my due duty to your Grace I know not wherein I have so transgress'd My service to your Highness to deserve This rigour and contempt not from you only But from your followers with the best of whom I was an equal in my lowest ebbe Beseech you Sir respect me as a Gentleman I will be never more in heart to you Five fair Descents I can derive my self From Fathers worthy both in Arts and Armes I know your goodness companies your greatness But that you are perverted Royal Sir I am your humblest subject use your pleasure But do not give protection to the wrongs Of these subordinate Slaves whom I could crush By that great destined favor which my Mistris And your majestick Mother deignes to me But in respect of you I know lean envy Waites ever on the steps of virtue advanc'd But why your Mothers grace gets me disgrace Or renders me a slave to bear these wrongs I do not know Oh Mediocrity Thou prizeless jewel only mean men have But cannot value like the precious Jem Found in the Mukhill by the ignorant Cock The. Your creamy words but cozen how durst you Intercept me so lately to my Mother And what I meant your Brother you obtain'd Unto the forfeitoe again Cra. Your answer to that my Lord my Brother Euph. May I perish â—ere I heard you intended such a suit Though 't would have stuck an ignominious brand Upon your Highness to have given your servant A Gentlemans whole state of worth and quality Confiscate only for a youthful brawle The. Your rudiments are too sawcy teach your Page Con. I so are all things but your flatterers Onos Hold you your prating Con. You know where you are you fleeten face Euph. Yet Sir to appease and satisfie your anger Take what you please from me and give it him In lieu of this you shall not take it neither I freely will impart it half my state Which Brother if you please Cra. I le starve in Chains first Eat my own armes Euph Oh that you saw your self You ne'r made me such offer in my poorness And ' cause to do you ease I sought not to you You thus maligne me yet your nature must not Corrupt mine nor your rude examples lead me If mine can mend you I shall joy you know I fear you not you have seen me proved a man In every way of fortune 't is my comfort I know no more such Brothers in the World As Crates is Con. Nor I such as Euphanes The temper of an Angel reigns in thee Euph. Your Royal Mother Sir I had forgot Entreats your presence The. You have done her errand I may do yours Exit Euph. Let it be truth my Lord. Con. Crates I le question you for this Cra. Pish your worst Exit Con. Away you hounds after your scent Onos Come we