so slight a knock doth but argue me the empter vessel whilst you who are more full fraught give no answer though with much importunity I have no other excuse but to tell you that I do it to let you see I had rather seem to be a troublesome than a forgetful friend Truly sayes our English Proverb He loves not at all that knows when to make an end And the Italians are not amiss who say L'amore senza fine non ha fine Love that has no by-end will know no end For my part I profess no other end in my affections but your service for which I once gave you my Heart and now my Hand that the World may see whose servant is T. F. To Mr. C. H. Mr. Ch. AS I was going to Church to keep the Fast your Letter encounter'd me and as good reason turn'd my Fast into a Feast but such a one as my Senses were more employ'd on than my Palat It rejoyc'd me exceedingly to hear of that ingenious Fl. though I expected to have heard from him before this But I see Non factis sequimur omnia qua loquimur I am sure Non passibus aequis To those Poesies you tell me of I shall only answer them with expectation since the Instructer of the Art of Poetry tells me Nec verbum verbo curabis reddere And to return you something for your Newes I can only tell you this that our streets abound with Grashoppers silenc'd by our great Hercules and others that look like horses thrown into a certain River in Italy which are consumed to the bare bones For your desire to be made merry I must confess Laeta decet laetis pascere corda jocis But for you to desire it of me seems to be a jest it self I doubt to be tedious and well know Seneca's rule That an Epistle should not Manum legentis implere I onely take time to subscribe my self Your true Friend T. F. To Mr. S. M. at Barbados Friend I Received your as welcome as unexpected Letter of which I will say in the words of Seneca that famous Moralist in an Epistle to his friend Lucilius Exulto quoties lego Epistolam tuam implet me bonâ spe jam non promittit de te sed spondet And God forbid that I should be so uncharitable as not to believe it Yet let me tell you that without the reality of the actions it is but a dead letter nay 't will prove a deadly for should you neglect to do what you there promise or speak there more than you do that very letter will one day rise up in judgment against you Pardon my plainness and think never the worse of the Truth for my bad language Truth may many times have bad cloaths yet has she alwayes a good face It is a good mark of the moral Philosopher that sheep do not come to their shepherd and shew him how much they eat but make it appear by the fleeâ—e that they wear on their backs and the milk which they give I will not wrong the sharpness of your judgment by applying the Moral I have read of two famous Painters who to shew their skill the one drew a bunch of grapes so lively that he cozened the Birds the other drew a veil so perfectly over his grapes that he deceiv'd the Artificer himself Could we draw the colour of our good works never so lively as to cozen every mortal eye and draw so fine a veil over our evil deeds as to conceit our selves into a conceit we had none yet is there an All-seeing eye to whom the darkest secret is most apparent Did we but truly consider this it could not chuse but hinder us from committing those things we would be ashamed to do in the sight of Man which we daily doe in the sight of an Omniscient God Therefore the advice of the Heathen Philosopher may be made good Christian practice who advised to set the conceit of Cato or like Grave man alwayes before us to keep us from doing what might mis-befit their presence It is a Character of the wicked man drawn by the Divine hand that in all his wayes he sets not God before his eyes There is also another witness within us that can neither be brib'd nor blinded O te miserum si contemnis hunc testem O have a care to offend that Bird in the breast that must one day sing either your joyful Elogie or more doleful Dirge Camden our English Historiographer tells us of a place in Stafordshire call'd Wotton in so doleful a place under the barren Hill Weaver that it is a common Proverb of the neighbours Wotton under Weaver Where God came never But alas there 's no such place on Earth to be found yet can I tell a place where his pure Spirit abhors to enter namely into a person contaminated and defiled with sin and thereby made the harbour of Satan and hatred of the most High Whereas you tell me you are faln to labour let me comfort you with this that it is as universal as unavoidable a Fate laid on us by the mouth of Truth Man is born to labour as the sparks to fly upward As if Man and Labour were Termini Convertibiles But that you take more pleasure now in Labour than you did before in your Pleasure it much comforts me assuring me that you are now sensible of that which the Romans taught by placing Angina the goddess of sorrow and pain in the Temple of Volu peia the goddess of Pleasure as if that pain and sorrow were the necessary consequences of pleasure Whereas on the contrary Goodness is like the Image of Diana Pliny speaks of Intrantes tristem Euntes exhilerantem How wretched therefore is their condition that have their portion in this life Well may we be strangers in this worldly Aegypt so we may be inhabitants hareafter of the Heavenly Canaan And you and I may say in the words of Sene ca Satis multam temporis sparsimus incipiamus nune in vasa colligere We have spent time enough already and 't is high time now to save the rest and to make the best of the remnant of our life because we know not how short it is It was a wise caution of Eleazer a Jew who being demanded When it would be time to repent and amend Answered One day before death And when the other replied That no man knew the day of his death Begin then said he even to day for fear of failing Hoc proprium inter caetera mala hoc quoque habet stultitia proprium semper incipit vivere quid est enim turpius quam senex vivere insipieus Give me leave not to instruct you but to tell you what counsel I desire to practise for it was an envious disposition of that Musician that would play so soltly on his Harp that none could hear but himself First 'T is my care not too much to indulge my body as knowing that those
Will never make good voyage but be tost Upon the waves and all her lading lost He by his wilful rage hath cast away Himself and floats upon the waves of ruine Let 's try if we can waft him safe to shore Lend him our helping hands lest he do sink Into that deep and black gulf of despair 1 Lo. Let 's after him and try what we can do In saving him we save our Kingdom too Exeunt Scaen. 5. Enter Menaphon with Samela and Pesana after them Melecertus leading Doron Pes Hey day what 's here my brother Doron Mel. Doron conceits himself that he is blind Dor. Ay Doron's as blind as any door what Creep I here upon Carmila oh Carmila The very sight of thee hath recovered mine Eyes again He stumbles on Samela in Carmila's cloaths Men. Nay now I see Doron th' art blind indeed That dost not know Carmila from her cloaths No no 't is Samela not Carmila Dor. Which is my Carmila good Melecertus Shew me where she is Mel. It seems Doron Carmila is not here Dor. Why what do I do here then I thought It was something I miss'd onely I Mistook for I had thought it had Been my eyes were lost but now I See it is my Carmila is missing whom I had rather see than my own eyes Pes This is my corrival in Menaphon's love Mel. She is a beautie indeed and since my Sephestia is drown'd without compare I cannot blame Menaphon but envie Him rather for his so happy choise O happy yet to me unhappy beautie That doth as in a glass present unto My frighted senses the remembrance of My loss which unless by this fair piece Cannot be recompenced by the world Mistris y' are welcome to our company Dor. By my troth Mistris you are very welcome As I may say unto our meeting Sam. Thanks shepherds I am a bold intruder Into your company but that I am Brought by your friend and my host Menaphon Mel. Mistris your presence is Apologie Sufficient yet do we owe him thanks That by his means we have the happiness T' enjoy your sweet societie in this Our rural meeting when shepherds use To cheer themselves with mirth pleasant tales Sam. I hope my company shall not forbid The Banes between your meeting your mirth Mel. Then by your leave fair shepherdess I will Begin with you If the gods should decree To change your form what shape would you desire Sam. I would be careful how to sail between The two rocks of immodest boldness or Of peevish coyness therefore to answer Unto your question I would be a sheep Men. A sheep Mistris why would you be a sheep Sam. Because that then my life should harmless be My food the pleasant Plains of Arcadie My drink the curious streams my walks Spacious and my thoughts as free as innocent Dor. I would I were your Keeper Mel. But many times the fairest sheep are drawn Soonest unto the shambles to be kill'd Sam. And sure a sheep would not repine at that To feed them then who fed her long before Pes Then there 's more love in beasts than constancie In men for they will die for love but when When they can live no longer not before Men. If they 'r so wise it is their mother-wit For men have their inconstancies but from You women as the sea it's ebbs and tides Hath from the moon Your embleme to an hair Dor. Menaphon if you hate my sister I 'll Love yours for 't in spight of your teeth Pes Your mother surely was a weather-cock That brought forth such a changeling for your love Is like the lightning vanished as soon As it appears a minute is an age In your affections You once loved me Dor. Ay I would you lov'd him no better Men. If that I be so changing in my love It is because mine eye 's so weak a Judge It cannot please my heart upon trial Pes If that your eye 's so weak then let your eares Be open to your loves appeals and plaints Sam. Come for to end this strife pray let us hear Th' opinion of good Doron who 's so mute As if h 'had lost his tongue too with his eyes Dor. By my fay fair Mistris I was thinking All this while with my self whether in being shape A sheep you would be a ram or an ewe Sam. An ewe no doubt if I should change my I would not change my Sex and horns are held The heaviest burthen that the head can bear Dor. I think then I were best be an ewe too So I might be sure to have no horns But I would not greatly care to wear horns Were I a ram were it but where you were and gives An ewe Men. VVell shepherds come the day declines Us timely warning for to fold our flocks Exeunt Scaen. 6. Manet Melecertus VVere my Sephestia living I should think This sheperdess were she Such was her shape Such was her countenance her very voice Doth speak her my Sephestia But alas How fondly do I dream I do embrace A cloud in stead of Juno Yet I love And like her ' cause she is so like my Love VVe love the pictures of our absent friends And she 's the living picture of my dear My dear Sephestia Me thinks I feel A kind of sympathy within my brest To like and love her of all women best Forgive me my Sephestia if thou livest If I do love another for thy sake Thy likeness is the loadstone which doth draw My heart to her that nothing else could move Exit Scaen. 7. Enter Pesana Thou most impartial deitie of Love Can there be two Suns in Loves Hemisphere Or more loves in one heart than one that 's true Or can the stream of true love run in more Channels than one Shall I be thus paid For my love to false Menaphon Hereafter Venus never will I adore thee nor Will I offer up so many Evening Prayers unto Cupid as I have done Was ever poor maid so rewarded with An inconstant lover as I daily am With this same fickle-headed Menaphon Enter Doron How now Pesana what 's the newes with thee Pes News marry 't is the news I complain of Were Menaphon the old Menaphon that He was wont to be I should not complain Dor. Come plain Pesana must not grutch to give Way unto fine Samela that hath turn'd his Heart and if he do not turn again Quickly he 'l be burnt on that side well Be content a while by that time he hath loved Her as long as he did thee he 'l be as Weary of her as he is now of thee Pes But in the mean time Doron I must be A stale to her usurps my right in him Dor. Ay that 's the reason he doth not care For thee because thou art stale Thus do poor lovers run through The briars and the brambles of difficulties And sometimes fall into the ditch of undoing Pes Good Doron be my friend to
Menaphon And mind him of his former love to me Or I shall learn at last to slight him too Dor. Ay ay he has a sister just such another As himself I 'm zure she has e'en broken My poor heart in twain and if it be Piec'd again it will never be handsom Exeunt Scaen. 8. Enter Lamedon How happy are these shepherds here they live Content and know no other cares but how To tend their flocks and please their Mistris best They know no strife but that of love they spend Their days in mirth and when they end sweet sleeps Repay and ease the labours of the day They need no Lawyers to decide their jars Good herbs and wholsom diet is to them The onely Aesculapius their skill Is how to save not how with art to kill Pride and ambition are such strangers here They are not known so much as by their names Their sheep and they contend in innocence Which shall excell the Master or his flocks With honest mirth and merry tales they pass strife Their time and sweeten all their cares Whilst Courts are fill'd with waking thoughtful Peace and content do crown the shepherds life Finis Act. 3. Act. 4. Scaene 1. Enter King of Thessaly and his daughter Euriphila Kin. DAughter it is enough we will it see You shew your dutie in obeying us Since I have made choise of him for my Son Accept him for your husband He 's a man Ancient in virtues although young in yeares He 's one whose worth is far beyond his age Eur. Father it grieves me that the cross Fates have Forc'd me to hate the man you so much love Cupid hath struck me with his leaden dart can he I cannot force my own affections Kin. How 's this you hate him whom I love Be th' object of your hate who is alone The subject of my love and reverence He whom the gods in mercie have design'd The happy Successor unto my crown And to your love Bethink your self again Eur. Great Sir the gods themselves are subject to That little deitie of love can I Withstand his power or love against his will Force cannot work on love which must be free And uncompell'd else can it not be true Nor lasting Sir urge me no more in vain Kin. What a strange change is here Your will was wont Freely to stoop to all my just desires Is it now grown so stiff 't will not be bent By my commands I know thou dost but feign Eur. I would obey your will could I command Mine own affections or chuse my love Kin Do it or else by Jove whom I present I 'll punish thy neglect I cannot think Thy words and thoughts agree Surely to love Is natural why then not to love him Whom nature made to be belov'd He hath Artillery enough about him to take in The stoutest heart at the first summons Well Think on 't Euriphila when I am gone I 'll leave thee here Lovers are best alone Exit Scaen. 2. Eur. How rarely have I play'd this part hid My love under a mask of hate but now Me thinks I feel the fire of love to rage More fiercely in my breast for being kept So close it will break out too soon I must Invert the course of love and woo him first Enter Plusidippus He comes and fitly Cupid instruct me now To war and conquer in this bloodless fight That wins the field by flight and not by force Yet must I veil my love still and seem coy Till by a falfe retreat I make him fall Into those snares I set and wish him in What means this bold intrusion do'st befit You to intrude into my privacies Plu. Lady the fault 's not mine fortune hath led Me to this place mine ignorance I hope Will plead mine innocence As I have found Your Royal Fathers noble favours far Exceed my hopes or my requital let Not your frownes strike dead whom he hath rais'd To life crueltie cannot lodge within That tender breast was onely made for Love Eur. Dare you presume to talk of love to me Am I a mate fit for your choice Be gone And seek some shrub may fit your lowness best Plu. Madam this storm becomes you not It is Degenerate from your noble Fathers strain I cannot think this should proceed from one That is the Heir to his name and worth Eur. My fathers ears shall ring with this that he Hath warm'd a viper which would bite him now And entertain'd a guest would rob his host Plu. Lady my spirit tels me that my birth Is not so base as you conceit I mean To try my spirit and my fortunes in Mars his Camp but not in Venus Courts Since nature's so unkind as not to let Me know what honour I was born unto I 'll win some to my name by actions which Shal speak me noble I had thought t' have made You the fair goddess at whose shrine I meant T' have offer'd up and sacrific'd my self And all my services but cause you prove So rough I will not harbour here but seek The world through for an altar worthy of My labours So fair proud farewel Exit Eur. Art gone I did not well to tempt a part I knew not how to act to hide a flame I could not well conceal for hereby have I drove him quite away Euriphila Thou wer 't too blame Well I will after him And try if I can fetter him with gifts Whom love cannot entangle Mars is his god Not Venus once more will I try and shew Him plainly how I love him Juno help And thou O little deitie of Love Besiege the castle of his stubborn breast Bend all thy batteries unto his heart Make it the mark of all thy golden darts Let him no more resist but know thy power That Mars with all his armour nor his forts Castles or coats of mail can fence him from Thy little piercing shafts which wound unseen And I will try what work a womans arts Can make against these stubborn warriors hearts Exit Scaen. 3. Enter Samela I have but one heart to bestow and that Must not be Menaphou's mine eyes do fix On Melecertus the best counterfeit Of my lost Maximus I cannot yet Think on that name but it doth seem to chide My hasty choise and drown my love in tears She weeps Enter Menaphon Men. What mean these sudden passions Samela Hast thou not here all thou canst wish what dost Thou want can make one happy but content Sam. 'T is true I nothing want that a poor wretch Can wish for but this happiness doth mind Me of my fore-past happiness that 's lost Is' t possible the vein of true love can Be broken and the wound not bleed afresh At every thought Alas my heart 's so full Of tears and grief that some will over-flow Men. Had thy tears power to raise the dead again Then were they lawful and commendable But since that tears are fruitless and your friends Like water spilt
high houses of four or five stories wherein commonly the uppermost room is worst furnished Lewis the 9th who in the Catalogue of the French Kings is call'd St. Lewis was Baptized in the little Town of Poyssy and after his return from Aegypt and other places against the Saracens being asked by what Title he would be distinguished from the rest of his Predecessors after his death He answered That he desired to be called Lewis of Poyssy Reply being made That there were divers other places and Cities of Renown where he had performed brave Exploits and obteined famous Victories therefore it was more fitting that some of those places should denominate him No said he I desire to be called Lewis of Poyssy because there I got the most glorious Victory that ever I had for there I overcame the Devil Meaning that he was Christned there Don Beltran de Rosa being to marry a rich Labradors a Yeomans daughter which was much importun'd by her Parents to the match because their Family should be thereby ennobled he being a Cavalier of St. Jago The young Maid having understood that Don Beltran had been in Naples and had that disease about him answered wittily Truly Sir To better my blood I will not hurt my flesh It was the answer of Vespasian to Apollonius desiring entrance and access for Dion and Euphrates two Philosophers My gates are always open to Philosophers but my very breast is open unto thee It is reported of Cosmo de Medici that having built a goodly Church with a Monastery thereunto annex'd and two Hospitals with other monuments of Piety and endow'd them with large Revenues as one did much magnifie him for these extraordinary works he answer'd 'T is true I imploy'd much treasure that way yet when I look over my Leiger-book of accounts I do not find that God Almighty is indebted to me one penny but I am still in the arrear to him It was a brave generous saying of a great Armenian-Merchant who having understood how a vessel of his was cast away wherein there was laden a rich Cargazon upon his sole account he strook his hand upon his breast and said My heart I thank God is still afloat my spirits shall not sink with my ship nor go an inch lower Sir Edward Herbert being Embassador in France there hapned some classings between him and the great French Favourite Luynes whereupon he was told that Luynes was his enemy and that he was not in a place of security there Sir Edward gallantly answered That he held himself to be in a place of Security wheresoever he had his sword by him FINIS Faenestra in Pector OR FAMILIAR LETTERS By THO. FORDE Quid melius desidiosus agam ALTVM 〈…〉 LONDON Printed by R. and W. Leybourn for William Grantham at the Black Bear in St. Pauls Church-yard neer the little North Door 1660. To the Reader Reader THe witty Lucian brings in Momus quarrelling at the Master-pieces which the gods had made and the onely fault he found with Man was That he had not a window to look into his breast For this reason I call this Packet of Letters Fenestra in Pectore Letters being the best Casements whereby men disclose themselves Judicium fit per Brachium say the Physicians and I know no better Interpreter of the Heart than the hand especially in Familiar Letters whereby friends mingle souls and make mutual discoveries of and to one another The pen like the pulse discovers our inward condition if it become faint or intermitting like the passing-bell it gives notice of the decay if not the departure of friendship which is the soul of humane Societie For these I have no better Apology than their publication their impudence if it be so bespeaking their innocence They desire to please all to injure none If you find some things in them that appear not calculated for the Meridian of the present times know that they are left but to shew what the whole piece might have been had my time and the times accorded they might then perhaps have given you some remarks of the miracles of our age But the Dutch Proverb tels me Who bringeth himself into needless dangers dieth the Devils martyr Nulli tacuisse nocet nocet esse loquutum And I very well remember that notable Apothegme of the famous though unfortunate Sir W. Raleigh Whosoever shall tell any great man or Magistrate that he is not just the General of an Army that he is not valiant and great Ladies that they are not fair shall never be made a Counsellour a Captain or a Courtier Thou wilt say it may be I had little to do to publish my follies to the world and I am contented thou shouldst think so if it may pass for my Apologie That I had little else to do If it be a crime the number of offenders in this kind is enough to authorize the fact and turn the guilt into a pardon if not a pass-port For they who write because all write have still That excuse for writing and for writing ill At this time I shall use no other nor trouble thee any farther Reader when I have subscribed the Author Thy Friend and Servant T. F. Familiar Letters To Mr. T. C. Sir AT my arrival here I finde all out of order though abounding with orders The King and Queen are departed which makes us all dead for what cause I cannot tell you unless it were for fear of the arrival of a stranger to this Kingdom and one that hath been long since banished from hence Nor durst shee appear now but that 't is Parliament-time She was landed at Westminster by the rout of Water-men when they frighted away the Bishops commig to the House of Commons door it was put to the Vote Whether she should come in or no The better part suspecting by her habit it was Rebellion they having seen her before in forreign parts would not admit her But the Major part carried it in the Affirmative and the five Members were appointed to entertain her which they did and some say she was placed in the Speakers Chair She came not in the Lords House they could not Brook it but I dare Say she had a Conference with some of them in the Painted Chamber Her Lodgings are provided in the City where she goes attired as necessary with a fair new cloak of Religion a Scotch Bonnet a French Doublet and Coats like Dutchmens Slops her hair red like an Irishmans neither Bands nor Cuffs for she indures no Linnen for spight of Lawn Sleeves unless a two or three Night-caps because they are of Holland You would wonder to see in what droves our Citizens flock after her did you not know it is their nature after strargers But I 'll follow her no farther lest you suspect me for one of her followers who am Sir Your Loyal Friend To Mr. T. C. Sir THe Fire is now broken out of the house and the sparks of sedition fly about the City
flower of thy hopes And to repay thy folly with thy shame Do not go on to kindle such a fire Within my breast as shall consume both thee And all that cross the current of my will Sam. I have already sad experience of The wilde effects of his enraged will aside Yet such the crosness of my fortune is I must again be made the subject of His furious tyrannie but I 'm resolv'd Know Sir I value more my minds content Than all the gawdie shows Courts can present I am too well confirmed in the bliss And sweet content attends a Country life To leave it for the giddy-headed Court. Besides my true affections are so riveted Unto my Melecertus that nor frowns Nor flatteries shall part my heart from him Cease therefore farther to commence a suit Nature forbids me grant and you to ask Kin. And have I with my Kingly robes laid by My Kingly mind No it shall ne're be said A womans will hath contradicted mine But 't is by policie that I must work Since I have laid my Kingly power aside I 'll set my brains o'th'tenter hooks and stretch Them to their uttermost abilities To win this scornful beautie to my wife Or else revenge it with her dearest life Exit Scaen. 3. Sam. My life hath hitherto been chequer'd with Varietie of fortunes sometimes with A white of happiness and then a black Of miserie thus loves bright day of mirth Is follow'd with a darker night of woe How fair of late my fortune seem'd to be And now alas o're-cast with blackest clouds Of discontents wherein I labour with Important suits I cannot may not grant No no my Melecertus I am firm To thee nor shall the rain of tears Or winds of threats remove me from thy love Be thou but constant nay I know thou art I will not wrong thee with so foul a thought As once to doubt thou canst be otherwise Enter Plusidippus Plu. You 're from your shepherds now or their defence Presume not they can rescue you 't is past Their skill or power to force you from mine arms Sam. Alas fond boy I scorn thy threats as much As I hate thee or slight thy boasted strength Were but my Melecertus here he would Whip thy rudeness into better manners Plu. 'T is well you are a woman not a man And have no other weapon but your tongue Which you are priviledg'd to use and we To laugh at But in short if you 'l accept My love and service then shall you be safe And happy Souldiers cannot talk but with Their swords and then they strike gain-sayers dumb Sam. All this is nothing for your words nor swords Shall not remove me from my dearest friend He hath my heart and I have nothing left But hate if you 'l accept of that 't is all That I can give or you receive from me Plu. You must be dealt with as we use to do With sullen birds I 'll shut you up and then Perhaps you 'l sing another note you are Not yet in tune you are too high for me But I will take you lower I will plough Your heart with grief and then perhaps it will Better receive the seed of my true love Sam. Sooner the turtle shall forget her mate Than I my Melecertus and when I Can't see him with mine eys my mind shall rove Wing'd with desire throughout the spacious world And find no rest until it meet with him And though our bodies never meet our souls Shall joyn and love each other after death Thus is true love immortal and shall never Die but with our souls shall live for ever Plu. Shepherd who e're thou art I cannot chuse But envie thee thy happiness who hast So true a love I cannot but admire This noble soul and love her though she hate Me for 't I 'll treat her civilly and it I can't obtain her for a wife she shall My goddess be and I 'll adore her name Though at a distance Lady will you walk Exeunt Scaen. 4. Enter King Damocles It is an ill wind that blows no man good Though the Thessalian lad have got the prize In his possession it shall not be long But I will have them both in mine I have Dispatch'd a letter to my Lords to send Me suddenly some servants to assist Enter Menaphon My plot Now Menaphon what is the newes Men. Great Sir the messenger 's return'd and brought The men you sent for they are here at hand Kin. 'T is well direct them to the castle that I told you of and give them charge to seize Upon the buzzard and his prey and bring Them both to me mean-time go you and find Out Melecertus that I may be sure Of him for he 's my rival in my love Men. My Liege all shall be done to your desire Exit Kin. Blest policie thou far exceed'st dull strength That wanders in the dark of ignorance Wanting the eye of wisedome both to guide And to defend it from approaching harms Thus art with ease doth move the pondrous load Which strength could never master or remove The Foxes tail must piece the Lions skin Little Ulysses with his wit did more Against the foe than Ajax with his strength Exit Scaen. 5. Enter Samela It is some comfort yet that I can change My prison though I am a pris'ner still Would I could change my companie as soon But ah most wretched Samela who wert Born to misfortunes and to nothing else As if that I alone were fortunes mark At which she onely ayms her angry darts The morning of mine age was clouded with Mishaps and now my noon is like to be The fatal night unto my miserie My Gaoler is so kind as if he meant To bribe my love but these are gilded pills I cannot swallow Should my Father get Me into his possession once again I were as bad or worse I know too well His passion to hope any help from him I 'll tell him plainly who I am and trie If time have dull'd the edge of 's crueltie Perhaps the kinder gods may move his heart To pitie and convert his rage to love He is my father still and though unkind To me yet can I not forget I am His child and owe a dutie to his name He is my King and so I must obey His will if I must suffer let it be From his rather than from a strangers hands Exit Scaen. 6. Enter Doron reading I think I am provided now if Poetrie Will do 't my Carmila is mine these Wittie knaves what fine devices they Have got to fetter maidens hearts The Poet Orpheus made the Thracian Dames dance after his pipe and Ovid Charm'd the Emperours daughter with His Poetrie there are some secret Charms in these same verses sure Enter Carmila Let me see here what I have got Ha Carmila look here I think You 'l love me now Reads Carmila A Miracle Car. A miracle for what Doron Dor. Why a miracle of beautie and I