quench'd his thirst Pisan. The Bonds of Love and Nature Cym. Speak no more Upon thy Life no more in his defence Rash headlong Fool how dar'st thou shock my will Or stand betwixt his sentence and my power Your service past pleads for you but a second Crime Of this curs'd nature rends thee from my Clemency Exit Queen My Lord You were to blame t'enrage the King With lavish praise of that desertless Exile But be not troubled I will appear your Friend And stand between his anger and your fault Doctor a word my Lord for a time leave us Pisan. Thank your Majesty She 's kind o' th' sudden pray Heaven it portend good Such Flashes from her like Etherial fire Are followed with a Thunder-bolt I must be watchful Exit Queen Yes I will stand thy Friend and such a one As fire to Cities kindl'd by some Traitors Or the long-wing'd Hawk to the weak prey she trusses Now Doctor have you brought the Drugs Doctor They are here Madam Queen Well there 's your reward Lock up your lips with the Key of Secrefie whatever thou know'st say nothing Do this I 'le load thy merit richly move the King To any shape for thy preferment fare thee well Be faithful then be great thou hast my power Exeunt Doctor That is be a Rogue and thrive no Idol Greatness Thou guilded Pill swallow'd by many thousands Ne're shalt thou infect my honesty She thinks she has Strange lingring poyson but I well knew her spirit And wou'd not trust one of her malice with a Drug Of that damn'd nature Those she has Will stupifie and dull the sence a while And seemingly destroy but there is No danger in what show of death it makes More than the locking up the spirits a while To be more fresh reviving She is gull'd With a most false Effect and I the truer Hindring her black design with honesty Exit SCENE II. Enter Eugenia and Clarinna Eugen. AH cruel Father and a bloudy Queen Step-mother to my hopes as well as person A dull Fop Suitor to a wedded Lady That has her Husband banish'd Can there be A tide of woe like this yet life to bear it Enter Lelia Lelia Madam A Gentleman new arriv'd from Gallia Comes from my Lord with Letters Eugen. What dost thou say thy Lord speak speak again Oh thou art tedious Said'st thou from thy Lord Lelia Yes Madam and with Letters Eugen. Fly to conduct him be thy nimble speed Swifter than Winds or the Suns race away Exit Lelia Now my Clarinna now my dearest Lord Remembers his poor Wife Oh my full heart Enter Lelia with Shattillion a Letter Shatt. Madam The brave Ursaces is in safety And thus salutes your Highness Kisses her hand Eugen. Most worthy Sir You are the happiest Messenger That ever Lady wish'd for my dear Clarinna See all the doors be lock'd lest the Queen Come and disturb us Exit Clar. Shatt. I am proud to do you service here are Letters Eugen. The Index of my joy I know the Hand For learn'd indeed were that Astronomer That knew the Stars as I his Character Wax by your leave Oh be you ever bless'd You pretty Bees that make these locks of Counsel Bankrupts and Lovers have not equal prayers Reads Shatt. All outwardly seems most Angelical If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare She is alone the Phenix of the World And I have lost my Wager Boldness befriend me Arm me Audacity from head to foot Or like the Parthians I shall flying fight And never keep my ground Eug. Reads aloud He is one of the noblest Note to whose kindnesses I am most infinitely bound Reflect upon him accordingly as you value your Ursaces So far I read aloud but even the life-bloud Of my heart is warm'd by the rest Noble Sir The worth my Lord writes of you shows your value Pray command here you 're welcome Sir to Britain Shatt. Your Highness too much honours me Now to begin the Game assist me Cunning. Aside Has Nature giv'n 'em eyes To see you spangl'd Sky and the rich crop Of Sea and Land Can they distinguish 'twixt The Planetary Orbs and th' numerous Pebbles Upon the hungry Beach and can they not Guided by humane Reason make distinction 'Twixt fair and foul Eugen. What makes your admiration Shatt. Oh cursed lust Thou horrid old blind Devil of the flesh Why do men suffer thee to dam their Reason Eugen. This is strange What 's the matter Sir Continues My Lord in health Indeed you make me fear Shatt. He 's well Madam Eugen. Is he dispos'd to mirth I hope he is Shatt. Exceeding pleasant not a Stranger there So gay and frollicksom He is nick-nam'd The Britain Reveller Eugen. When he was here he did incline to sadness And oftentimes not knowing why Shatt. It seems then our sharp Air has cur'd him For my part I never saw him sad There 's an Italian his associate one An eminent Signieur that has lately wedded A plump young Bona Roba and when he speaks Of Constancy in Love the roving Britain Your Lord I mean laughs from free Lungs cryes Oh Can my Sides hold to think that man who knows What Woman is how loose and how imperfect Shou'd throw away a thought on such a trifle Eug. Will my Lord say so Pray speak Shatt. Oh often Madam And with his eyes flowing in tears of laughter It is a kind of sport faith to be by And hear him mock the Italian But Heaven knows some men are much to blame Eug. Not he I hope Shatt. Not he Eug. Nay there is more in this that cold Assertion Attended with a careless carriage shows You speak not what you think my Lord I fear Bless'd with the Gallian Beauties forgets Britain Shatt. Oh gracious Heaven why dost thou show'r down blessings Upon unthankful man that hourly slights 'em And like the lavish hand of hood-wink'd chance Throw all to th' fool and let the learn'd wise and vertuous Pine out a miserable life in poverty Eug. This still is from the matter I beseech you Sir What is 't creates your wonder Shatt. Something that moves my pity too Eug. Who do you pity Sir Shatt. Two Creatures heartily Eug. Pray Heaven it reach not hither Am I one Sir Shatt. The more my Plague to know it you are one Eug. How can I merit pity my Lord being well As by this Letter I have proof he is The meaning of all this Shatt. The meaning 's fatal Gods Had I this Cheek To bathe my Lips upon this Hand whose touch Whos 's every touch wou'd force the feeler's Soul To th' Oath of Constancy this Object which Takes prisoner the wild motion of the Eye Fixing it only here Shou'd I damn'd then Oh double damn'd if ever so Apostate Mingle with Lips as common as the stairs That mount the Capital Eug. Hah Shatt. Clasp Bodies plagued with all the pains That Infamy can lend Nature Swear an Eye Base dead and glimmering as the smoaky
THE Injured Princess OR THE Fatal UUager As it was Acted at the Theater-Royal By His Majesties Servants By Tho. Durfey Gent. LONDON Printed for R. Bentley and M. Magnes in Russel-street in Covent-Garden near the Piazza 1682. THE PROLOGUE OLd Plays like Mistresses long since enjoy'd Long after please whom they before had cloy'd For Fancy chews the Cudd on past delight And cheats it self to a new Appetite But then this second Fit comes not so strong Like second Agues neither fierce nor long What you have known before grows sooner stale And less provokes you than an untold Tale. That but refreshes what before you knew But this discovers something that is new Hence 't is that at new Plays you come so soon Like Bride-grooms hot to go to Bed ere noon Or if you are detain'd some little space The stinking Footman 's sent to keep your place But when a Play 's reviv'd you stay and dine And drink till three and then come dropping in As Husband after absence wait all day And decently for Spouse till Bed-time stay So ere the Brethren's liberal Fit was spent The first wise Nonconformist underwent With ease and batten'd in Imprisonment For greater gains his zeal refus'd the less Each day to him was worth a Diocess But he who now in hopes of equal gain Will needs be Pris'ner tryes the Trick in vain He melts in durance half his Grease away To get like us poor twenty Pounds a day Drammatis SCENE Luds-Town alias London Cymbeline King of Britain Ursaces A noble Gentleman married to the Princess Eugenia Pisanio Confident and Friend to Ursaces Cloten A Fool Son to the Queen by a former Husband Iachimo A roaring drunken Lord his Companion Silvio Another Companion Shattillion An opinionated Frenchman Beaupre Don Michael His Friends Bellarius An old Courtier banish'd by Cymbeline Palladour Arviragus Two young Princes Sons to Cymbeline bred up by Bellarius in a Cave as his own Lucius General to Augustus Caesar. Women The Queen Eugenia The Princess Clarina Her Confident Sophronia Aurelia Women one to the Queen the other to the Princess THE Unequal Match OR THE Fatal Wager ACT I. Enter Ursaces Eugenia and Pisanio Clar. Lelia Pisan. HEll now has done its worst the meagre Furies have open'd all their Viols of black Malice and shed the utmost drop Is 't possible What Commission from the King to seize and banish my dearest Friend Who would be good or vertuous if this be the reward Can it be true What banish'd Eugen. Oh killing Sound The greatest pang of death is easie to this Torment Ursa 'T is my Fortune But Oh ye immortal Powers what is my sin To merit this thy worst of punishments Eugen. If it be sin to love we are past mercy For never hearts were swell'd with that true passion As was Ursaces and Eugenia's Pisan. Hell swallow thee quick that causest this Separation Thou hast the old man's Curse I hope 't will speed thee To weep is but in vain Ursa My Queen my Mistress Stop these warm bubling Springs that melt my heart Those Currents dearer than the Wealth of Ganges Now flowing down the Rosie Fields of Beauty And listen to my Vow I will continue The truest Husband that ere plighted faith My Residence in Galia at Beaupre's My Father's Friend Thither write my Soul And I will feed upon each Character And wear the Paper out with eager Kisses Eugen. So will I yours with keeping in my bosom Here near my heart O the sad thought of parting Ursa It must be so Eugen. Nay stay a little longer Were you but riding out to take the Air Such parting were too slight See here my Love This Diamond was my Mothers wear it for me And keep it till you wooe another Wife When poor Eugenia's dead Ursa Another Wife Why my best Life Oh why that cruel word Another Wife No you supream Directors Give me my own let me enjoy but this And freeze up my Embraces of a next With Death's cold Icicle Remain thou here while Sence can keep it on And Sweetest Dearest As I my poor self did exchange for you To your so infinite loss so in our Trifles I still wâ—â— of you for my sake wear this Bracelet It has a Charm 'gainst Levity and Jealousie 'T will keep me in your mind Eugen. It shall grow to me and from my Arm Never shall be separated Ha my Father When my Ursaces shall we meet again Ursa When Heaven can tell Enter Cymbeline Queen and Train Cym. Still dar'st thou with thy baseness wound my eyes Mechanick Wretch lost both in birth and merit Can thy plum'd Insolence dare to soar so high As to contemn my Orders Ursa Royal Sir Grace but my Story with a minutes audience Cym. Ha! Wouldst thou speak And shall I patient hear my own dishonour Having yet bleeding Wounds new prob'd What listen To my Daughters Infamy and shall a Vassal The Creature of my Charity insolently dare To stamp his plebeian Image on my Coyn Yet live untortur'd Oh ye Powers have patience Queen Mercy Sir adds lustre to a Crown 'T is lost on stubborn minds Cym. Hence from my sight If after the next dawn within my Kingdom Appears so vile a Creature as Ursaces That moment is thy last of Life Away Thou poyson to my Bloud Ursa Heaven keep your Majesty And may your years and joys numerous as sands Crowd happily upon you So poor Offenders trembling meet their doom Punish'd by death yet fear a worse to come Exit Eugen. So breaks the dear strings of the panting heart When the lov'd life flyes from it Oh Clarin. Was ever Scythian Cruelty like this Or long Divorce so bitter Cymb. Was ever King so wretched in his Off-spring Or ever careful Father curs'd as I Queen Are you not mighty Shall the lofty Oak Stoop to the Shrub beneath it No rather root it up O that my Spirit lodg'd within your Bosom I would not counsel but command Obedience Eugen. Madam I must believe you are my Step-mother Better known to me by that title than your Love Cymb. She is your Queen whose Son you might have married Had wisdom guided thy unskilful youth Design'd to make thee happy Eugen. Happy Queen Nay let her use her pleasure A Jewel of true worth exceeding lustre Sure need not court the wearer nor shall my Son By humble flattery sooth her pride and vainness If as her Equal she think fit to treat him My voice is his but I 'le have no Submissions But I shall court occasion to consider This sly contempt You shall know who I am Eugen. I do too well Cymb. Thou too well know'st thy shame but from this moment I charge thee on thy life not shed a Tear Nor breath a Sigh But entertain the Prince As he deserves with the best face of Smiles Bury in black oblivion that low Fellow That exil'd Wretch Ursaces forget for ever Or by the Gods of Britain by my Crown And my Queens
Love I 'le cast thee out a stranger to my Bloud And ne're remember that thou wert my Daughter Exeunt K. Q. G. Clarin. There yet is comfort could you calm this Passion Your Father may relent your Lord return And you again be blest a happy Princess Eugen. A Princess O vain Title and thou ingrate To mock my bitter Woes with Quality The curs'd cause of my Grief Ah wou'd I were Some Shepherd's Daughter and my dear Ursaces The Darling of some neighb'ring Villager That through the flowery Meadows sent him daily His Scrip well fill'd with store of Rustick Viands To treat me under some old shady Oak The Monarch of the Grove Then then should I be happy There wou'd we look and smile and talk and sing And tell a hundred hundred pretty Tales Vow lasting passions all the live-long day And sigh and kiss the happy hours away Enter Pisanio Clarin. Here comes my Father Eugen. May all thy years thou Parent of my Life Be long and happy as thou bring'st me comfort How did my Lord support this Separation Pisan. Like your Lord I kiss'd his hand aboard saw the hois'd Sails Stood on the shore and view'd the rowling waves Then smooth as Youth and mild as modest Vertue Courting his presence all the gentle winds Were lodg'd in remote corners softly breezing To wast that Treasure safely to the Port On which your Life depends Eugen. My Life indeed But good old Sir Tell me for there 's a Theam of Truth lodg'd in that Face What was the last kind word he spoke of me Pisan. His Queen his Wife and then remov'd from shore Just as I left him I saw him clasp his hands and kiss your Ring Eugen. Sensless Jewel happier far than I But could'st thou leave him so had I been there I would ha' broke my Eye-strings crack'd 'um And look'd after him till the diminution of space Had pointed him sharp as my Needle And when the envious distance barr'd my sight Of that bless'd Object turn'd my eyes and wept Pisan. I could not stop that Tribute more than you What War could never force mild Pity drew Eugen. I did not take my leave of him but had Most pretty things to say ere I cou'd tell him How I would think of him at certain hours Such thoughts and such ere I could make him swear The Gallian Beauties never should betray My Interest or his Honour or have charg'd him At the sixth hour of Morn or Noon or Midnight To bless me with his Greeting Or ere I could Give him a parting Kiss which I had set Between two charming words comes in my Father And like the stubborn blast o' th' stormy North Nipp'd all my Buds from blowing Enter Lelia Lelia Madam Prince Cloten's coming Eugen. I 'le fly him as the Plague My Lord your Servant Alas how poor a thing 's a Fool of Quality Exit Pisan. Had Nature stamp'd all Women in this mould Our Sex had all been damn'd attractive Love and Beauty Had lull'd us to the Devil we shou'd have doted so Self-murder must have followed And shown th' effect of too much Love and Jealousie But they are not all like this This is a Creature So good I almost wonder that she lives Her Lord 's a brave young man too and when I prove False to his merit may I then be wretched Enter Cloten Jachimo Attendants Cloten But to have six to four for 200 Guinies And lose is damn'd luck tho' by your favour for a man Of my quality ha Iachimo honest drunken Lord is 't not Iach. 'T was indifferently hellish the Devil had a paw in 't That 's certain But stay how now who 's that Cloten ' Ud so 't is my Lord Pisanio and I 'le lay a Wager sent Messenger to me from the Princess Eugenia Well my Mother 's a plaguy cunning Woman I see she will make her marry me in spite of her How now my Lord Pisanio what News with you umph My Lord Iachimo prithee be wise now and look soberly a little Iach. Never fear me man I am sober as a Judge Cloten And how does the Princess old Lord ha does she come about does she relent does she yet know the difference between Lord Cloten and that mechanick banish'd Worm Ursaces Pisan. A Worm my Lord Cloten A Worm my Lord ay a Maggot if compar'd to me hang him indigent Rascal were there no other Reason I hate him for his Poverty for he 's not worth a Groat as poor as Iehu Iach. Iehu Iob Iob my Lord 't was Iob was the poor Rat. Cloten I say 't was Iehu Prithee Iachimo be silent a Pox I wonder you will pretend to talk when you see you are drunk Iach. Mum mum I 've done But my Lord prithee ask him if he knows where we may find a sound Wench he 's a slauging old Whipster I warrant him Pisan. The disease of Folly may be infectious I 'le be gone Cloten Hark you my Lord why in such hast have you no message from the Princess umph Pisan. The Princess Not I my Lord. Cloten Not you my Lord and why so my never look sow'r for the matter Gad if you do I 'le be reveng'd I 'le tell you that the Queen shall know it I 'le not be affronted not I by ne're a State-Caterpillar in Britain Gad any one that frowns at me is the Son of a Whore and my Mother shall get him poyson'd Pisan. My Lord I know nothing of your Affair I beseech you make not my Age the Subject of your Anger I am not fit to be privy in Love-matters the Princess may be fond dote languish nay die for you but for my part I am ignorant Cloten O may she so Sir dost hear that Iachimo Iach. Oons Pull off his Beard confound his Whiskers what does he prate Cloten I thought she could not hold out long Come Iachimo thou and I will go and prepare a Serenade for her Iach. Let 's put old Drybones there upon a wooden Dromedary Carry him before her Window and make him sing her a Song Cloten Ha ha he 't would be rare sport faith but hang him we won't do him that honour Come come away Exeunt singing Pisan. That such a subtle Devil as his Mother Should bring the World this Ass this Ape of Mankind A Woman too that puts down all with Brain And over-reaching Plots yet this great Fool her Son Cannot take two from twenty for his heart And leave eighteen Alas poor Eugenia how I pity thee Now I 'le to the King If I can I 'le serve thee if not wish thee well Exit Enter Queen Aurelia and Ladies Queen There goes Ursaces Parasite that old Fellow Does me my Son and great Design more mischief Than any now at Court Well what 's to be done then When a Tree stands to hinder a good Prospect The only way 's to fell it he shall down His Fate is cast Aurelia Aurel. Your Majesty Queen Is the Doctor come yet Aurel.
for 't yet divine Heaven Should every one that forfeits Honour be Depriv'd of Life thy World wou'd be unpeopl'd The full fed City-Dame would sin in fear The Divine's Daughter slight the amorous Cringe Of her tall Lover the close salacious Puritan Forget th' Appointment with her canting Brother Should rigorous Death punish the venial Error The fashion of the World would be abolish'd How great then is my Crime I am brought hither Disguis'd amongst the Cavalry to fight Against my Ladies Kingdom But 't is enough dear Britain I have kill'd thy Mistress Peace I 'le give no Wound to thee But mourn my fault and fall in thy defence So some vile Wretch that in his Life has been Unhappy and has done some deadly Sin In Conscience struck by some good Act does try To merit Heav'n make his peace and die Exit Enter King Lords and Captains and the Britain Army at one Door and Lucius Shattillion and the Roman Army at another Trumpets found a Parley Cymb. It grieves me I have reason Caius Lucius To meet thee thus in Arms the Bower of Peace For my now frozen and unwieldy Age Were fitter than the noise Tents of War Were Honour not concern'd Say therefore General Is there yet left a way our Honour safe That we may end the Difference without Battel Lucius The Tribute due to Caesar being paid You are in peace and we 'le return to Rome Cymb. That were ignoble and not like a King Tho' Iulius Caesar made a Conquest here And of Casibelan had a Grant for Tribute I 'me not oblig'd to pay it Silvio There may be many Caesars Ere such another Iulius Ours is a World by ' tself And the hardy Britains Sir will nothing pay For wearing their own Noses Shatt. They shall pay If the cull'd Power of Rome and Gaul can make 'um But we have always noted you hard Britains As you call your selves most valiant in your Talk And know you can run with an unmatch'd Celerity Cymb. Now by my Crown You shall not buy us cheaply nor shall this Isle That stands like Neptune's Park pal'd round with Oaks And fenc'd with roaring Waters e're pay Tribute While Cymbeline's alive Lucius Then for Augustus thus I bid defiance Draws Caesar who has more tributary Kings Than thou domestick Slaves and in his Name Bid thee prepare for Battel Cymb. I take thee at thy word Charge charge my Friends This is your happy hour Draw all your Swords And fight for Liberty Cymbeline and Britain Lucius For Honour Rome and Caesar we Shatt. Charge charge there Shout here The King draws within his Troops and the Armies engage the Britains are beaten back and the King taken then Enter Ursaces Bellarius Pallador Arviragus to his Rescue the King falls Ursaces bistrides him Ursa Make good the Breach whilst I defend the King Bellar. Stand Britains we have the advantage of the Ground The Enemies disorder'd Pallad Stand stand and fight Arvir. All Plagues pursue 'um do they run already The Britains return and fight and the Romans are beaten off Bellarius Palladore and Arviragus follow them Manent the King and Ursaces and Britains Cymb. My Life 's indebted to thy Valour Speak What art thou for I know thee not Ursa A Gentleman and the Lover of the King Cymb. Thou art brave and well deserv'st a Monarch's Favour The Battel ended see me in my Tent Where I 'le load Honours on thee Exit King and Britains Ursa Fetters rather Did he but know 't was I that kill'd Eugenia O dreadful Sound But stay there is a deed Must yet be done I 'me tardy Now for Vengeance Exit Enter Eugenia Lucius and Shattillion Lucius Inconstant Chance wavering and Woman-like Smile once more on us Was ever day thus chang'd Those that within this hour ran from our Swords Like fearful Hares before the full-mouth'd Cry Now turn pursue and chace us from the Field Oh Devil Fate Shatt. The old Man and his Sons fought like Devils There was no coming near 'um they have pepper'd All my Taper-Gallians there 's hardly one of 'em left To give his Mistress an account of Valour Eugen. This is that Devil Shattillion now I know him The fatal Cause of all my Miseries Shatt. They toss'd me up and down the Field like a Foot-ball I may thank my activity for my Life Shout within Lucius Hark they pursue us and all is lost Away Boy from the Field and save thy self Now Friends kill Friends and there 's no hope of safety Shatt. Mine is secure I 've a Project for 't Lucius O treacherous Fortune Exit A Flourish of Trumpets then Enter Silvio Bellarius Palladore and Arviragus Bellar. Let us pursue you scatter'd Troops where Lucius Seeks safety by base flight when he is taken The day 's our own and haughty Rome must bow To th' British Power Come Sons my dear Arviragus Thou hast shown thy self the Hero of the Battel Arvir. I am not flesh'd enough Come follow follow I will my self take Lucius Exeunt Enter Shattillion disguis'd like a Britain Shatt. Let Roman Fools give up themselves to Bondage While I by Wit gain Freedom Thus habited like a Britain have I pass'd Through all their Troops unseen or unsuspected And now with happy speed design for Milford From thence to ship to Gallia where in safety I 'le laugh at this Contrivance and with pleasure boast Of my kind Fortune Enter Ursaces and Britains Beaupre meeting him Shattillion starts Ursa Disguises cannot save thee I know thee Devil By more than vulgar Signs Shatt. The very Devil has not a blacker Fiend that I Would sooner shun than thee but come thou Know'st me what 's the Result on 't Ursa Death and Damnation Shatt. A kind of an odd Reward for a man of my Parts But I 'me of a Religion Sir that tells me My Life 's not in your power if taken nobly Ursa Not in my power Yes If Heaven swerve not from its awful Justice I 'me sure I have Think on Eugenia O Devil think on her She that was once The dear lov'd Genius of this happy Countrey The brightest beam of Light that grac'd the World Made by thee black as the Shades of Hell Where now she wanders in the Vale of Horror Remember her and let thy Soul despair Shatt. Ha! Is Eugenia dead then Ursa Dead Why didst thou think I was so tame a Fool To let her live after her horrid Crime Couldst thou imagine I would quench my Thirst At that vile Spring where the sordid Bruit had trampl'd And turn'd the chrystal Current into Mud Or let the spotted Serpent sting agen That had already poyson'd me Shatt. If thou hast kill'd her thou art miserable Above Mankind Ursa I am and by thee made so Shatt. She was innocent rash man Ursa Hah Shatt. Innocent I swear as Angels chast as the Phaenix And was indeed the Phaenix of the World And never to be equall'd Ursa These are Lyes which more perplex my Soul
Than thou that mak'st 'em and Riddles shan't Save your Life Sir Shatt. Now I dare fight with thee With a full heart Thou rash thou wretched Creature Thou hast kill'd the only best of all her kind Eclips'd a Planet Heaven in mercy gave To bless and beautifie the World Ursa Still Riddles Doubts to plague me but I 'le try Whether in Death you 'l have the gift of Lying Stand you apart To the Britains Shatt. Come on and summon all thy skill and vigor For I will meet thee fell as the hungry Lyoness In the wild Desart roving for her prey Ursa I 'me pleas'd to know that we with equal rage Do play our parts in this bold Scene of death Occasion'd by dishonouring a Princess That Crime will dam thy Soul when Life is lost Which thus I offer to Eugenia's Ghost Fight Shatt. falls Shatt. Thou hast perform'd thy word My warm Blood Flows from my Heart and my departing Soul Swims on the surface of the purple Gore O too small recompence for Eugenia's wrongs That bless'd that innocent Princess Ursa O Heaven Shatt. Nay thou'lt wonder more anon Know then rash Credulous Fool I did betray the Princess Ursa Betray how betray O speak on For thou art now a Prophet to my sence And all thy words are Oracles How innocent And how was she betray'd Shatt. I 'le tell the Cause I hate thee therefore observe me I did bely her Vertue and by Cunning obtain'd The knowledge of her Apartment and Person Ursa By Cunning say'st thou Break not yet my Brain Do not distract me till I have heard all Say how by Cunning. Shatt. Cunning that now I hope may chance to dam thee I got my self convey'd into her Chamber and at dead Of night she innocently sleeping took view o' th' Hangings Furniture and Pictures and all which When return'd to Gaul I told you Ursa Horrid and damn'd Impostor But say further Speak on thy Soul how didst thou get that Bracelet Shatt. There as she slept I cut it from her Arm And viewing nearer saw the Mole I spoke of Ursa And this is true as thou hast of rest Shatt. What e're I hope rest or unrest 't is true But Oh My Soul is wandring to its unknown home My Blood 's all Ice Dies Ursa Then am I damn'd more than the worst of Fiends Heav'n keep not now thy Thunderbolt in vain To shoot at Trees or cleave the marble Rocks But dart it here here on this wretched Head Throw thy swift Bolt and dash me to the Center Let Hell devour me quick the Fiends dissect me Burn cut me atomes O revenge revenge The innocent Eugenia Here he stands That caus'd her to be murder'd dam him dam him Bathe him in molten Glass let a Cabal of Furies Meet and consult t' invent new Tortures for him And be his Pangs eternal He comes ye Fiends Swift as old Lucifer when first he fell And with this stroak transports himself to Hell Offers to fall on his Sword The Britt hold Capt. That must not be while we stand tamely by Souldiers he has confess'd he kill'd The Princess let 's bear him to the King Death is too kind a punishment he merits the worst Of Tortures O horrid Murderer away with him Ursa Let me kneel before thee And thank thee for that Judgement Thou art wise And 't is most true that only Death is much too kind I deserve Pains greater than Tongue can utter Or barb'rous Policy invent Capt. Who cou'd imagine so much Villany Cou'd dwell with so much Courage Ursa And shall tame lazy Death be all my Torture No I have yet more Conscience than to hope it Poysons and Flames Racks burning Iron and flaming Lead Hot Pincers Daggers suffocating Water All all are nothing I will my self find greater And as in Lacedemon the greatest Villains Were by the State made Judges of all Criminals Because they best knew how to weigh and punish So I that know my self my self will doom By Tortures here out-pain my Hell to come Exeunt SCENE III. Palace backward Enter Cymbeline Bellarius Palladore Arviragus Silvio Lucius and Eugenia as Prisoners Guards and Attendants Cymb. NOble old Man and you most worthy pair That Heav'n has made preserver of my Honour Let me embrace you Yet is there a Fourth That in my tide of Thanks deserves large share He that bestrid me gasping on the ground And like stern Ajax with his shining Buckler Secur'd my Life from Storms of Roman Fury Where is he that I may unclew my grateful Heart To pay the Debts I owe him Bellar. Since his last Sally he has not been seen Though we have search'd among the Dead and Living And much I fear he 's lost Cymb. A Kingdom were too small to buy his Virtue Lucius Now great Cymbeline I conjure thee by thy Fortune grant me a Request Let my poor Boy be ransom'd never Master had A Page so kind so dutious diligent So modestly affected to his Master nor So unwearied in his Service Let his Vertue joyn With my Request which I 'le presume your Majesty Will soon find in him He is of this Countrey And has done no Britain harm tho' he has Serv'd a Roman Save but him Sir And spare no Life besides Cymb. Let me see his Face Ha what strange Surprize Is this I have seen him somewhere methinks His Features are familiar to me Boy Thou hast look'd thy self into my Favour live Lucius I humbly thank your Majesty Pallad It must be the Boy Fidele I 'le speak to the King Enter Ursaces Cymb. What my Preserver Does he then live You holy Powers I thank ye Let me embrace thee thou best thou bravest man And that I may be grateful for thy service Ask what thou wilt on the King's word 't is thine Ursa Had ever Fiend such mercy Royal Sir Refer your bounty till you find my merit Know I am that Ursaces whom you banish'd For yet you know not how much I deserve Cymb. Ursaces What miracle is this Eugen. Oh Heaven Ursa He Sir A Basilisk that wounds you to the Soul With his contagious Aspect Remember Eugenia Your heav'nly Daughter Think Sir O think upon her Cymb. Ha! where is she Speak speak O doubt not but I think of her Ursa You do you must I know it Now then as the Angels From glorious lucid Thrones eternal Mansions Look down and see the damn'd wallow in horrour So without regret or pity look upon me A worser Fiend worse damn'd for worser Reasons I like a sacrilegious Thief broke open Vertues best Temple and from the shining Altar Impiously stole the consecrated Vessel The Gods had treasur'd up for their own use Cymb. My blood flows to my heart say dost thou mean Her Life her precious Life Ursa The best of Lives she lost and by my Order Cymb. Then art thou damn'd indeed Ursa Then am I damn'd indeed O true Assertion And see I thus submit me to be tortur'd Thus fall