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St. Patrick for Ireland. The first part. Written by Iames Shirley
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Shirley, James, 1596-1666.
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1640
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benediction on thee be but what Thy Mother is a Christian and a guard Of Angels shall attend thee too the fire We walk'd upon secure and which is greater Scap'd the immortall flames in which black soules After their ill-spent lives are bound to suffer Con. Sir you shall steere me and my mothers blest Example will become my imitation But there 's a peece of silent miserie Is worth your comfort mother and his counsell She is I dare not name how much dishonour'd And should have beene the partner of my bosome Had not a cruell man forbid my happinesse And on that faire and innocent table powr'd Poyson above the Dragons bloud or Vipers Em. My humblest dutie Madam Pat. Dichu's Cell Is not far off please you attend the Queene We are bent thither Con. Yes and as we walk I 'll tell you a sad storie of my brother And this poore virgin Pat. Come I 'll lead the way Qu. With such a Guide we cannot feare to stray Exeunt Enter Ferochus and Endarius Fer. Where are we yet Endarius En. I cannot Informe you more then that we are in the wood still Fer. And we are lost our feare to die i' th sight Of men hath brought us hither with our blood To quench the thirst of wolves Or worse to starve En. We are in no feare to be apprehended Where none inhabite Fer. Now that lust is punish'd Which fed our hope if we had staid i' th Temple To have polluted it with foule embraces How wearinesse with travell and some fasting Will tame the flesh En. Stay here 's a cave Fer. Take heede It may be a Lion or a fierce wolves den How nature trembles at the thought of death Though it be prest downe with the weight of life En. I dare not enter a new feare invades me Fer. The worst is welcome with our clamor rouse What ever doth inhabite here or man Or beast appeare if any such dwell in This Cave We can meet charity or death Enter Dichu Dich. What voice with so much passion calls me forth Ha Be my protection good heaven My sonnes my murder'd sonnes with gastly lookes And bruised limbes why do you come to me thus To fright my wither'd eyes 'las I was innocent It was the King not I commanded your Vntimely death I have wept for ye boyes And constantly before the Sun a wak'd When the cold dew drops full upon the ground As if the morne were discontented too My naked feet o're many a rugged stone Hath walk'd to drop my teares into the seas For your sad memories Fer. We are no spirits but your living sons Preserv'd without the knowledge of the King By Archimagus till a new mis-fortune Compell'd us hither to meet death we feare In want of food Dic. Are yee alive come in It is no time to be inquisitive My blessing I have something to refresh you Course fare but such as will keep out sad famine Humble your selves and enter my poore boyes You 'll wonder at the change but we to Heaven Do climb with loads upon our shoulders borne Nor must we tread on roses but on thorne Exeunt Enter S. Patrick Queene Conallus Emeria Pat. Now we approach the Hermit Dichu's Cell Are you not wearie Madam Qu. Not yet Father In such religious company Pat. You were not Us'd to this travell how does my new son And sweet Emeria Con. I am blest on all sides Em. You have quieted the tempest in my soule And in this holy peace I must be happie Pat. You will be Spouse to an eternall Bridegroome And lay the sweet foundation of a rule That after ages with devotion Shall praise and follow You are Sir reserv'd To blesse this Kingdome with your pious government Your Crowne shall flourish and your bloud possesse The Throne you shall leave glorious This Nation Shall in a faire succession thrive and grow Up the worlds Academie and disperse As the rich spring of humane and divine Knowledge cleare streames to water forraine Kingdomes Which shall be proud to owe what they possesse In learning to this great all-nursing Iland Con. May we be worthy of this prophesie Pat. Discourse hath made the way lesse tedious We have reach'd the Cell already which is much Too narrow to containe us but beneath These trees upon their coole and pleasing shades You may sit downe I 'll call upon my Convert Dichu my Penitent come forth I pray And entertaine some guests I have brought hither That deserve welcome Enter Dichu Dic. I obey that voyce Pat. The Queene and Prince and Milcho's vertuous daughter Gain'd to our holy faith Dic. Let my knee speake My dutie though I want words for my joy Ten thousand welcomes I have guests within too You 'l wonder to salute my sons not dead As we suppose by heavenly providence I hope reserv'd to be made blest by you They are here Enter Ferochus and Endarius Your duties to the Queene and Prince Then to this man next to our great Preserver The Patron of us all Pat. A happie meeting I must rejoyce to see you safe and here But tell us by what strange meanes all this while You have been preserv'd Sit downe Soft Musick Con. What musick 's this Qu. 'T is heavenly Pat. And a preface to some message Or will of Heaven be silent and attend it Such harmony as this did wait upon My Angell Victor when he first appear'd And did reveale a treasure under ground With which I bought my freedome when I kept Unhappie Milcho's swine Heavens will be done What all asleep already holy dreames Possesse your fancie I can wait no longer Enter Victor and other Angels Song Vict. Downe from the skies Commanded by the Power that lies The world and nature in a chaine We come we come a glorious traine To wait on thee And make thy person danger-free Hearke whilst we sing And keep time with our golden wing To shew how earth and heaven agree What eccho rises to our harmonie Vict. Holy Patrick sleep in peace Whilst I thy Guardian with these My fellow Angels wait on thee For thy defence A troop I see Of serpents vipers and what ere Doth carrie killing poyson here Summon'd by Art and power of hell But thou shalt soone their furie quell And by the strength of thy command These creatures shall forsake the Land And creep into the sea no more To live upon the Irish shore Once more then Song Patrick sleep oh sleep a while And wake the Patron of this I le Enter King Archimagus and other Priests Arc. Your person shall be safe feare not great Sir I have directed all their stings and poyson See where he sleeps if he escape this danger Let my life with some horrid circumstance End in this place and carrie all your curses Enter Serpents c. creeping What think you of these creeping executioners Doe they not move as if they knew their errand Kin. My Queene my son Conallus Dichu ha And the still wandring ghosts of
the royall Off spring With the Lords and Ladies so gay I tell you not a tricke to meete the man Patricke Are all now trouping this way This man report sings does many strange things Our Priests and our Bards must give place He cares not a straw for our sword or club-law Oh I long to behold his gay face Rod. Prethee a word thou didst name the Queene Does she come too Bar. By any meanes Rod. Well t is a good soule Bar. Who Rod. The Queene Bar. The Queene i st dost make but a soule o'her treason I haue heard some foolish Philosophers affirme that women have no soules 't were well for some they had no but to make no body of the Queene is treason if it be not fellony Rod. Oh my royall love Bar Love art thou in love Rodamant nay then thou may'st Talke treason or any thing Folly and madnesse are lash free and may ride cheeke by joll with a judge But dost thou know what love is thou one of Cupids overgrowne monkies Come crack me this nut of love and take the maggot for thy labour Rod. Preethee do thou say what 't is Bar. No I will sing a piece of my minde and love to thee Sings Love is a bog a deep bog a wide bog Love is a clog a great clog a close clog 'T is a wildernesse to loose our selves A halter 't is to nooze our selves Then draw Dun out o' th mire And throw the clog into the fire Keepe in the Kings high way And sober you cannot stray If thou admire no female else The balter may go bang it selfe Drink wine and be merry for love is a folly And dwells in the house of mellancholly Rod. 'T is such a merry baboone and shootes quills like a Porcupine but who 's this Enter St. Patrick and his traine at one doore At the other the King Queene his sonnes and daughters Milcho Archimagus and Priests Bar. 'T is he I know him by instinct Sings Patricke welcome to this I le See how every thing doth smile To thy staffe and thy miter And Lawne that is whiter And every shaven crowne a welcome welcome to towne Looke where the King and Queene doe greete thee His Princely sonnes are come to meete thee And see where a paire is of very fine Faries Prepar'd too That thou may'st report thy welcome to Court And the Bard too And so pray father give me your blessing Pat. I thank thee courteous Bard thy heart is honest But to the King my dutie Kin. Welcome Patrick For so thou cal'st thy self we have throwne off Our anger and with calme and melting eyes Looke on thee Thou hast piety to forgive Our former threats and language and to satisfie For our deniall of some humble cottages Against the hospitable lawes of nature We give thee now our Palace use it freely My selfe our Queene and children will be all Thy guests and owe our dwellings to thy favour There are some things of venerable mark Upon thy brow thou art some holy man Design'd by providence to make us happy Agen most welcome to us Quee. His aspect Doth promise goodnes Welcome Co. To us all Pat. If this be heartie heaven will not permit Your charitie 's unrewarded Cor. I am weary Of these dull complements Archimagus Arc. I am prepar'd I know your bloud 's a longing To change embraces with Emeria Receive this which worne upon your Arme is so by power of magicke fortified You shall goe where you please invisible Untill you take it off Goe to your Mistres Cor. Softly my deere Archimagus the rest Speake in a whisper I shall be jealous of The intelligencing aire Kin. You may be confident Our favour spreads to all But where is Dichu Your Convert wee 'l receive him to our grace too Pat. He durst not Sir approach your royall presence And griefe for the sad fate of his two sonnes Hath made him weary of society Not farre off in a wood he meanes to weare out His life in prayer and pennance Arc How do you tast it Cor. 'T is rare and must succeede to my ambition Arc. Loose no time time then Cor. I fly command me ever Exit Cori. Kin. I am not well o' th' suddaine Quee. How what i st That doth offend the King Kin. An evill conscience Alas my children Con. Father Arc. Sir Eth. Pray speake to us Kin. How shall I Win credit with this good man that I have Repented for the bloud of Dichues sonnes Pat. If you dissemble not with heaven I can Be easily gain'd Sir to beleeve and pray for you Kin. Some wine it is the greatest ceremony Of love with us the seale of reconcilement Let some one bring us wine I wo'not move Untill I drink to this blest man Arc. Away Kin. This place shall be remembred to posterity Where Leogarius first shew'd himself friend To holy Patrick 'T is religious thirst That will not let me expect till more returne There is a streame of peace within my heart Arc. T is rarely counterfeited Con He is my father I should else tell him T is not like a King Thus to conspire a poore mans death What thinks Our royall mother Is it just to take By stratagemme this innocent mans life Que. What meanes my sonne Con. Shall I betray the plot Yet and preserve him see the wine Arc. The wine Attends you Sir Kin. T is well fill us a cheerefull cup here Patrick We drink thy welcome to the Irish coasts Eth. What does my father meane to doe with this Dull thing hee 'le never make a courtier Fed. His very lookes have turn'd my blood already Arc. I 'll spice his cup Kin. Doo 't strongly Que. There 's something within prompts me to pitty This stranger Con. Do you love wine Sir Pat. If I did not I should presume against my nature once To please the King that hath thus honoured us Con. Do not I say do not Arc. Please you Sir Kin. Come to our Queene Rod. My royall love would I had the grace to drink to her or kisse the cup Pat. My dutie Arc. Now observe Sir the change he has it home Rod. I cannot live my heart wonot hold out Kin. Forbeare as you affect your life Qu. How 's this now I suspect Conallus Pat. I have one boone to ask your Majestie Since you look on us with this gracious smile That you would give my poore companions leave To build a little chappell in this place It shall be the first monument of your love To use our owne religion the ground offers Plenty of stone the cost and paine be ours Kin. Not yet Pat. 'T will bind us ever to pray for you Kin. If it were violent as thou say'st it had By this time gnawne to his bowels Pat. Sir you mind not The humble suit I make Arc. Not yet Pat. Great Sir Kin. It does not alter him he rather lookes With fresher bloud upon him Arc. 'T is my wonder I did not trust another