Oh my Prophettique fears Zan. Our Sorrows are confirm'd Glo. They are in bloudy characters Arr. I will go and secure the Cittadel and cry treason Ex. Arratus Zan. Sorrow outgrowes all my resolves Eur. And my heart rents with this divided grief Zan. This is an act of these untamed Bandeets These plagues of Sicily but if the force Of Syracuse can bay their power we 'l have Their heads to build a temple ore his grave The end of the fourth Act Actus Quintus The King led in by a Bandeet Heroina preparing to dresse him Kin I 've now got strength enough to render thanks Unto the fair preserver of my life Were is she Sir Her Here ready to second my first weak indevours Kin They then were strengthen'd by some power above The common reach of art my weaknesse else Had yet confin'd me to my sickly bed He sits whilst she dresses him Ban Let me assist you Lady Her Your change of colour argues faintnesse Sir This will recall your spirits Gives him a Cordial D' ee feel no alteration Kin Yes my spirits stir as if they would shake off The sluggish weight of weaknesse I am grown Active as if the vigorous strength of youth And health were wedded in my heart my bloud Runs as it scorn'd to be confin'd within The channels of my veins yet is allayed By th' even temper of my soul Sure this Rare Cordiall was some deities rich gift Her The fitter to be given to those they love For such you are else my poor medicines had Ne're thus effected miracles Ban Am I no longer useful here if not My businesse cals me hence Kin Sir I should wrong your curtesie to draw You from the front of time if ought that may Concern your self commands you hence Ban Then I will take my leave Kin My thanks attend you Sir Ex. Band Her How much in every turning of the •ie Doth he resemble my heroick love Aside Kin You 're sad sweet Lady Her I have a cause and such a one that did You know your goodnesse would commiserate My wretched fortune Kin Reveal it Lady I perhaps may be Inabled then to give your Cordials back In some such curtesie as may deserve To be a thankfull handmaid unto yours Her I was resolv'd to weep away my time In private sorrow but discovery can Not aggravate my woe besides I may Venture to lodge a secret where I have found Such temperate virtues the souls portals bar I le only with this question usher in My own discovery •s Sicily your place Of birth or not Kin It is and breeding both Her I le not demand what were the Parentage Where I find virtues plant Nobility Yet would be loath to a Plebeian breast To trust what I must now divulge Kin You may be confident I am a Gentleman As well by birth as education Lady Her I do presume it Sir and therefore wish Of all I now remain amongst to be Known unto you alone You never had relation to the Court Kin There was my breeding Her Neer the person of the King Kin One of his Bed-chamber and 't is no boast To say as well belov'd of him as any There being in the opinion of the Court A neer resemblance of our looks Her Then sure my name is not a stranger to you Have you not heard of the Cyprian Princesse Kin The beauteous Heroina Her The wretched Heroina such I 'm sure Is my condition in my present state Kin Pardon this child of ignorance my rude Kneels And unbecoming boldnesse Her Rise Sir we are companions yet And hope we shall be till your royall Master Possesse what was long since intended his By what disaster I was cast upon This dreadfull precipice of danger as We are withdrawing I le relate but not To tempt a danger stay you longer here Kin Your care can have no satisfaction but A loyall servants prayers Ex. om. Enter Oroandes and a Surgeon Gro. Not find the body sayst Sur. No Sir yet by the large effusion of his bloud Had a too sad assurance of the place Some Mountaineers have certainly c•nveyed His body thence to burial those bloudy characters Are arguments of no lesse ill then death Oro. Then I am lost eternally lost to all That bears a shew of goodnesse heaven and earth Will both strive to forget they ever knew A soul desorm'd with wickednesse like mine My feverish sins dry up the dews of mercy In their descent and blast all vertue that Approaches neer me I shall never find A Saint in heaven or Fiend on earth but will As a dire prodigy created to Scatter infection through the world forsake My ha•ed company as fit to mix With none but the society of Devils Sur. Sir I wish I in ought •lie could serve you Oro. I thank thee friend Ex Surgeon Heaven What an unweildy monster am I grown Since by this act swel'd to a regicide Oh my accursed stars that only lent Your influence to light me to damnation Not all my penitential tears will ere Wash off the spots from my stain'd soul this gangren Is cur'd by no Lixivium but of bloud My heart is lodg'd within a bed of Snakes Such as old fancies arm'd the Furies with Conscience waits on me like the frighting shades Of ghosts when gastly messengers of death My thoughts are but the inforc't retreats Of tortut'd reason to a troubled fancy Hah am I surprized Enter Surgeon Sur. Sir not by me I only finding that You were much troubled at this accident Am come to lend you my assistance in Concealing of your person untill by The mediation of your friends you may Open these harsh obstructions of your fate Oro. This is a curtesie I never merited Either from heaven or thee their messenger My hopes are yet not wholly ruin'd I will Along with thee and in some dark disguise Expect the clouded raies of better things Ex. Sur. and Oroandes Enter Vanlore Theocrine and Bandeets Van. Now Theocrine I boldly may ingage My promise for thy safety we are past All habitable places The Were not thy company my best security This deserts wilde inhabitants would fright Me more then all my fathers Scouts to whom Without a blush my innocence would dare Disrobe my actions now I fear no fate So sad as the preventing my desires Van. Thou art the joy and comfort of my life More chearfull then the suns society To winter starved Scythians Come my Love This bed of Violets courts us to repose Now now within the circle of my armes I grasp a gem by me more prized then all The worlds five zones imbraces now we live I'•h ' upper sphere of fancy and spin out The evenest threeds of all our mortall web These are the sugr'd minutes of our lives The balmy drops that cure the minds sad wounds Since man lost Paradise he knew no place To emblem heaven but in a womans face The Why thou art wanton friend this is discourse For Love that hath
your care Sir Ex. Sur. Oro. Hah what place is this Hung round with stately pictures starr'd with lights With what an awfull majesty it looks sure it inshrines some deity what 's she with such a face Troy's tutelary angell look'd when all Her crown of turrets dropt their flaming heads Eur. kneels to the altar Eur. If those blest spirits which freed from all the crimes Cast on them by mortality and made Fit for celestiall palaces retain A thought of us as else our faith deceives us Oh let the white soul of some sainted Virgin Descend for my protection She speaks He draws nearer She rising from the Altar kneels to him Eu. What ere thou art that in this dreadfull shape Com'st to profane this hallowed place with bloud If in your brest there dwell a humane thought Telling you that a woman was your mother For her sake pitty a distressed Virgin Not for my life I beg but only that My honor kept unblemisht you would ease Me of that tedious burthen Oroandes stands a while silent le ts fall his sword Oro. A chilling frost unnerves my joints sure this is Divinity or Magick that hath thus Depos'd my reason to let Rebell passion Triumph i th' injur'd throne Rise Lady there 's a religious ice about my heart That chains up all my fury I shall rather Slight the commands of an injured Prince Then violate ought which the dictates of My soul proclaimes for sacred Eur. Oh lead me then to some polluted place That 's grown drunk with bloud and there let mine Increase the purple deluge rather then Let life add yet more burdens to my soul I shall not alwayes be protected by This places sanctity or if I were Find few of so much vertue to be with Religious reverence awed Oro. Do not dear soul Mistrust the gentle smiles of fate my power Secures you from all future violence Which in the lowdest storme of fury can Fall from the steepest precipice of rage Zannazarro retreating Souldier laying at him Eur. Oh my dear brother Soul Kill kill the gaudy whore Oro. Hold I command you hold This is a place too sacred to be made A scene for such a bloudy act and would Style what our cause cals justice sacriledge Heaven being it self profan'd in the abuse Of what its power for sanctity devotes His wounds seem large enough already to Let life flie out through all the gards of nature Or if they are not to preserve him will Be but the glimring of a Taper ere Blown out by the formalities of Law Hear search his wounds and let it be your charge To use all diligence in their recovery Sound a retreat and you that bear command See the rude Souldiers violence be drawn Within the bounds of mercy Victories stain'd With too much bloud are blessings but profan'd Ex. Zanna and Souldiers ma. Oroan and Eur. Do not my dear too much afflict thy self Each tear you shead drops from my heart in bloud I 'me conquered in this victory and become A captive to my prisoner Come Lady dare you trust Your self to my protection your gardian Angel Rob'd in virginity is not whiter then Those thoughts which clothe my soul when they reflect On so much suffering vertue Were my lust Hot as the womb of Aetna yet there lies A secret magick in this touch to cool Those most intemperate fires The morning pearls Dropt in the Lillies spotlesse bosome are Lesse chastly cool ere the meridian Sun Hath kist them into heat yet since the ice Of Anchorites by religious flames may be Warm'd into holy Calentures Oh give My passions leave to move within the orb Of your Coelestial beauty whilst no line Tends 〈◊〉 the center of a thought unchast Eur. Alas my Lord this is No time to play with Love that child of peace When war and death fit by and hold the stakes The impious mirth of the bold Atheist that Riots at funerals and undaunted sits Whilst heaven in plagues drops vengeance round about him Unvests his soul of no more modesty Then such wilde love would mine whose growth must needs Be fatall when sown in a field of bloud Yet I confesse If heaven did e're lend balme to cure a grief So vast as mine even whilst the orifice Was warm with bloud this cordial favour would Perform the cure but I am lost to all The future hopes of dull mortality The habitation of my soul is grown Too great a burthen since so often wet With miseries ere to be born with ease Oro. If all my service to my Prince hath merited Ought worth requital he must shew it in Mercy to you or by a blacker doom Shake my obedience off But only grant Me thus much satisfaction that when time Hath purg'd your griefs malignity and for These thornes strew'd the soft roses of content Within your Virgin bosome that you would With pity then on my afflictions look Eur. I were ungrateful else Know noble Sir I so much prize your virtues that if ere My frowning stars smile on my fate again Their powerful'st influence shall reflect on you In so much thankful gratitude you shall Acknowledge it the eldest child of love Oro. My joy growes equall with my wishes Come Let 's in my dear and see thy wounded brother Ex. Oro. and Eu Ent. Vanlore alone Van. My plot hath thriv'd thus far I have discover'd A rival in my love to Theocrine but such a one That nature in such haste did huddle up She gave him scarce the Characters of man How purblind is the world that such a monster In a few durty acres swadled must Be mounted in opinions empty scale Above the noblest virtues that adorn• Souls that make worth their center and to that Draw all the lines of action Worn with age And wounds to a neglected skeleton The noble Souldier sits whilst in his Cell The Scholar stews his Catholique brains for food The Traveller return'd and poor may go A second pilgrimage to Farmers doors or end His journey in a Hospital few being So generous to relieve where vertue doth Necessitate to crave Harsh poverty That moth which frets the sacred robe of wit Thousands of noble spirits blunts that else Had spun rich threads of fancy from their brain But they are souls too much sublim'd to thrive Amongst those crudities of men that fill The nauseous stomach of the times with flesh Unsalted with the active souls of men But I 'm no Satyr rather now possest With Loves more gentle spirit which hath charm'd Me into strangs attempts assist me Fate Few dayes will ruine or advance my state Ex. Souldiers passe the Stage Creon and Lew. dragging in Buff. and Gud. in new clothes Cre. Nay now you are hamper'd Rogues disobey authority Bu. Oh Gudgeon they wool durt our new clothers Lew. Lie close you vermin They bind them Gud. I ha not known hop munday at this time o th' year Bu. Stand upon thy guard page They gag them Cre. Gape Gudgeon so now do
of air through which Thou 'lt never find them in their wisht effects Tush this weak resistance is in vain The Virgin Goddesse stirs not She flies to the A•tar Eu. Oh hear hear me you sacred powers And from your thrones look on an injured maid Pr. Poor fool they 'r deaf to thunder Eu. Some pitying God protect me Oroandes discovers himself and drawing his sword run• at him Oro. Hold hold There 's thy reward mist thee Sure there 's no god protects thee Impious Devil Canst thou ere hope to shun me Eu. Oh gods why was I wak'd to life again To see the ruine of my honour My Oroandes Or hath some pitying deity Possest thy shape to rescue me Oro. Eurione my hallowed Eurione I 'm too profane to touch thee yet untill Cleans'd in this villains scalding bloud which must Be shed an offering to thy injured virtue Offers at him he fals on his knees Eu. Oh hold my Oroandes o not defile thy hands in humane bloud Before such sacred witnesses as these Let his worse punishment be to survive An act so wicked till the dictates of His conscience doth anticipate his hell Pr. My guilt amazes me nor do I know Whether with greater confidence to beg Pardon from heaven or you so black so foul Are my attempts against both but if confession May be the harbenger of penitence Although deform'd with sin I shall dis•obe The blackest secrets of my soul these flames Of lust whose dreadful blazes light me to Future destruction may perhaps conduct You to a throne of safety Hoping to Obtain my black desires when fear of death Should be my moving advocate I had Lay'd counterplots for to prevent the fall Of the intended stroak If you make use Of these contaminated robes which I Have more abus'd you 'l find their operation In wonders seeming ominous as those Which drive men to devotions last retreat Not that I wish for life but fear to die i th' youthful vigour of my sins before Repentance hath inseebl'd them I beg Life from your mercy which shall never be Lavisht in pleasures more remov'd from all The noise and businesse of the world I le live Attended only with my sorrow where My private sorrow may no object find But my own gangren'd sins to work upon Oro. The gods are pityful and thou mayst live to merit life eternally Canst thou my dear Eurione forget thy wrong Eu. I else should fear to goe where 's fate conducting me Oro. Farewell mayst thou acquaint thy soul with heaven Takes up the Priestsrobes Come my fair sacrifice these robes can be Never profan'd worn to deliver thee Ex. om. The end of the Second Act Actus Tertius Officers belonging to the Temple set forth an Altar others prepare a Throne loud musick Enter the King crowned Glorianda and attendants the King ascends the Throne the rest place themselves Kin THou look'st too sadly Glorianda Though funerals do attend the day we 're not To wear the sables of our souls whilst we With sacrifices feast the deities Glo. My sadnesse is not grief Sir only fear How my frall temper may indure a sight So full of horror Kin We will support thee here now only wants Sick Oroandes I hope it is not love that troubles him Glo. He is too wise Sir inconsiderate women Are greatest sufferers in that tyranny Kin Yet let it not afflict thee girl He will do well again Loud musick the Priest of Mars enters 〈◊〉 one side of the Altar leading Zannazarro his armes bound in a crimson scarfe crowned with bayes after him two boyes with Censers and sacrificing instruments Softer musick at which enter Oroandes drest like the Priest of Pallas leading in Eurione her robe crimson her armes bound with a white scarfe Virgins in white bearing Censers Kin My rage begins to melt I could even wish They might survive the rigour of their doom Glo. Must I see this and live No Zannazarro here is my convoy to thee Draws a poniard The Priests lead the sacrifices above the Altar where unbinding their armes they give them liberty of mutual imbraces Zan. So now we have ended my Eurione All our imployments on the earth this is The last of all our mortall enterviews The wheels of time worn on the road of age Will lose their motion ere we shall again Meet in the robes of flesh which must ere that Change to a thousand shapes its varied dust Yet still dear girl our souls unseparable Shall walk together to eternity Eur. Farewel dear Brother if thy soul do take Its flight ere mine stay for me in the clouds They are bound and led to the Altar where whilst they kneel a Song from within the Chorus by the attendants to the Priests who light the fire for the sacrifice The SONG See each winde leaves Civill Wars The gods approve your Sacrifice And to behold it all the Stars look through the curtains of the skies Peace reigns through every element Chorus Whilst this fair pair to heaven are sent Sparta's dear Iphigenia died A spotted sacrifice to this Bright Nymph compared whose Virgin pride Sayes nature nought hath done amisse And yet this flower so choicely made Cho. By deaths untimely stroke must fade Romes honour'd Decii might have fought Vnder this youths command yet been More fam'd then when their valour brought The bloud of foes t' imbalm it in Yet this brave soul must fall before Cho. With ages frost he 's tinsel'd o're What 's falling now shall rise more pure The fatall stroke but sinks the Mine Whose oare this flaming calenture Shall only for heavens Mint refine Go then and live where time shall be Cho. Confounded in eternitie Prepare prepare the fatall stroke Which their fair threeds must separate Goodnesse may pity not revoke The inevitable doom of fate What their crimes were let men forget Cho. No letters but heavens alphabet When mortals are from virtue fell Their vices should in censure spell The Song ended the Priests prepare to strike A clap of thunder groans and shrieks throughout the Temple the Priests robes dropt over with bloud the Images of the gods reverst Kin What horrid prodigies are these The gods are sure grown angry with our prayers Pri. I have been long attendant on those powers Within this place ador'd yet never saw The gods thus moved before We have profan'd Something their knowledge cals Angelical Kin Be gone these gaudy trappings of my pride This lowly dust looks lovelier then a throne Lies here no charme Throwes off his crown and robe To release our fears The Priest unties their scarfes at which soft musick from above both the images turning again Pri. Here here lies the guilt of our impiety The gods are pleas'd again and those whom we Intended Martyrs must our Saints survive Oroandes throwes off his robes and discovers himself Kin Hah Oroandes what damn'd imposture 's this Glo. To what extent of miracle growes this Oro. The arguments of mercy from the gods Imbolden
me to seek the like from you My violent passions forc't my love into Strange labyrinths of attempts But what I first Trembling with guilt did undertake these miracles Have prov'd legitimate Arm'd with a high But inconsiderate heat of fury when Eurione into the inmost room Was of the temple brought resolv'd to bear Her from the rigour of her doom I had Thither in private first conveigh'd my self Attending on the hour in which the Priest With his sad charge should enter which arriv'd I that come there to offer sacriledge Unto that holy function saw my self Ordain'd the instrument of heaven to free Her from the hands of a foul ravisher The hallowed lights being only kindl'd to Make way to th' injur'd object of his lust His prayers to blasphemies his sacred unction To prophanations more obscene then those That revell in the sinks of sin were turn'd The badges of a reverend age these robes The sacred livery of heaven thrown off Appears a sprightly gallant fitter for A champion to the stewes then servant of The injur'd gods whose violence had not My presence rescu'd her had couzen'd heaven Of your intended sacrifice to please His own exuberate lust Kin This dreadful story Strikes trembling earthquakes through all my veins To what vast monster will our sins unchain'd From fear of vengeance grow Oro. That this is true witnesse those powers which own'd That cause which I though rashly undertook Kin Pardon me you diviner powers I have Been too neglective of the charge you gave me But will redeem it in my future zeal That villains bloud forc't out by torments shall Begin the purple deluge For you fair souls I must forget those crimes heaven hath been pleas'd Thus freely to forgive rise higher in Our favour then was that exalted story From whence your father fell Oro. Mountains of grief fall from my burthen'd soul In their delivery but your soveraign mercy Must either with one cordiall more relieve My sickly hopes or I am lost for ever Kin Thy actions speak thy wishes here Oroandes Take from my hand this gift of heaven she 's thine By their decree Gives him Eurione Glorianda kneels Glo. Ere your extended mercy shall contract Its liberall hand let me be happy in The full fruition of my joyes My love To Zannazarro though long smother'd in His fates obscurity must now break out In cataracts of prayers untill you make Me so much sharer of the blessings of This happy day to meet my hopes in him Kin Thy thoughts arrive clothed in the robes of joy Here Zannazarro Imbrace in her thy happinesse Zan. With such a trembling pleasure bodies shall Encounter with their separated souls Kin Now all your seas are calm'd only my bark Still d•gs her wings beneath a tempests weight Yet will I strugle with my griefs to show How much we to this dayes delivery owe Ex. om. Enter Theocrine and her maid The Good wench no more thou 'st ti•'d me with this story Mai. But had you seen it Mistris you could never have been weary it was the sump•uousest sight that ever eyes beheld the Kings good grace God blesse him is a brave man by my troth my thought it did me good to see him but we were all overjoy'd when the sacrifices were releast The Prithy no more the sacrifice releast Happy are they but I must die a sacrifice to love No helpful Angel will vouchsafe to look From his blest throne on me my Vanlores ghost Is now triumphing mongst the Saints and sees Or else regards not mine afflections here A cruell Father first divorc'd what now A harsher fate eternally divides But know my dear where ere thy wandring spirit Roves unappeas'd with sacred funerall rites Thy Theocrine lives but to pay her tears Oblations to thy memory and will Ne'r put off sorrows sable robe until The mourning wreath shall knit my winding sheet These were the bands wherewith we once confirm'd Puls off a bracelet The obligations of our love but now Are seals of my affliction sent me back As messengers of his untimely fate Enter Carlo and Vanlore disguized like a Mountibanck Car. Look yonder she is in one of her fits I protest I doubt she is craz'd good Doctor behold her Van. Love love I see it by the beating of her pulse Ca. Why how now daughter never out of these quandaries Thou wilt spoil a good face with this puling Van. Your tres humble servitor Madam Car. Nay do not look so sleightly on him He hath promist me to cure thee wench He is a man of art come forth of a strange countrey And knows more then a thousand of our dull Ilanders Van. Foh they are buffones horsleaches Know nothing more den the Farrier how to give A great drench pig enough to break de horse Belly begar meer pisse-prophets De very spawn of de white wich fellowes Dat use no medicine but what day pick out Ofde hedge not so virtuous as Madams Old book of receipts The Sir did you bring this fellow here to rail Car. T is but his humor Theocrine give him way Van. Me scorn de stinking drugist have no use of his horse loads of trash Mine be de pure extract de spirit of de Mineral here be de Chimical pill here de quintessence of balsom dat which cures all solution of continuity though in de ventricles of de heart but here be de grand Elixar the soveraign medicine that cured the great Mogul when he had been seven year sick of a Lethargy Car. Doctor I le leave her to your care Van. Me warrant dat shall cure her come Madam Begar you but dissemble dis is no inveterate Disease me see no symptomes of it in your face Dere is no giddy rowling of the eye no swelling Of de veins about de forehead nor does the Pulse inform me but the systole and diastole Keep due time dis love to Vanlore be but a Pretence to free your self from him you hate The more deserving Buffonie The If grief for him be my disease thy honesty Is as recoverable now practise hath Made the malignity inveterate Keep thy strange termes of injur'd art to fright The Ague or a toothake off My griefs Are grown beyond imaginary cures Van. Pishaw suppose you did once love him He be dead and dere be better men dat seek your love I have encounterd with dat Vanlore in my Peregrination and found him to be a kickshaw A man of no worth The Thou art a villain to abuse the dead Had his deserts crauled on the earth like thine T is basenesse to depresse them now he is Above or else beneath all mortall hate But were he living thy invectives might Sully the Sun as soon as spot his fame Go then and let the wondring multitude Admire thee on a stage come here no more To scare away my private thoughts the worst Of which more pleases then thy company Van. You will be of de oder mind when I have freed
measures through our veins Till warm'd with the delitious sport it glews Our wreath'd imbraces in extracted balm 2. Wen We 'l kisse you into extasies and make Our breasts the pillowes to repose your head 1 Wen We 'l please each sense with some delight Your eyes With unvail'd beauties whiter then the Alps Your touch with skins like polisht Ivory smooth Your tast shall surfet on the balm of lips For Indian gums the fruitfull vally that Lies underneath fair Venus mount shall send Far more delightfull perfumes and when tyred With these delitious sports we will sing Your wearyed spirits into rest 2. Wen. And whilst you sleep our nimble fancies shall Study some undiscovered passage through The corall banked straights of love with which We 'l entertain your naked innocence 1. Wen. Our Banquets shall be all on Cordials sauc't With strong provocatives whose sprightly power Each minute shall create new appetites Lew. The Wenches have ravisht him Buf. Who would not spend Estates upon these Ladies But have you ne'r an ordinary bit for my man Gudgeon I would not have him sit idle Baw Rather then he shall want imployment I will Venture my self to give him a heat But he hath more mind to a Countrey dance I see he is putting his feet in measure Gud. I wou't we had a Fidler here I could foot it I saith Baw Shal 's have a dance Gentlemen I have an old Stallion within that can play Buf. Call him good Grannum and let 's to 't can you dance Ladies Wen. We will do any thing that tends to your delight Sir Ent. Fidler Baw Come twist thy guts up old squeaker Fid. Couple your selves I am in tune Lew. Woot dance Creon Cre. Not I the sport 's too light let Gudgeon supply my place Baw Come Gudgeon thou and I Play the shaking of the sheets They dance Knock within Within Ho house ho what all asleep Baw Hark the Collonel and the rest of the Blades Are come shall I call them hither Cre. No we will wait on them come Pupil We will acquaint you with the City Gallants Ex. om. Enter three Bandeets three Sailers meeting them 1. Sai Save you Gallants where 's our Captain Here is a prize for him worth a bording 1. Ban A lovely beauty S-death how came you by her 2. Sai Where we found store of other treasure nay our Trade at Sea will prove better then yours at Land But is not our Captain to be spoke withall 2. Ban Not now he is imployed but where we know not 3. Ban We expect his speedy return but till then I am his Viceroy in our Common-wealth 3. Sai Then take charge of this Lady but let her be Preserv'd untoucht for him and hark you Sir Be carefull of it if her complaints inform Him otherwise you 'l dearly suffer for it Whispers Hero What dreadful precipice of misery are My sullen sates descending Can I hope My honors safety whilst my body is Commanded by these that no Law controuls 1. Ban Come Lady you must now be a wilde inhabitant Of these dark woods with us yet do not weep Though our profession seem to promise none Here you may finde civility Her Pray heaven I may my journey hither hath Been full of strange misfortunes I have found Crown'd expectations for captivity Unhappily exchang'd Sai Valiant Bandeets farewell look to your charge 3. Ban With as much care as we would strive to keep Jewels whose losse would ruine all our hopes Ex. Sai 3. Ban Come noble Lady if your birth hath cloth'd Honour in higher attributes forgive Our rudenesse since the child of ignorance Her Alas what ere my birth hath been I 'm now A slave to you and must forget those vain Airs of ambitious honour so I may But find civility enough to be Protectress of my Virgin honor all My others will most willingly be spar'd Yet they are such that were I known I might Perhaps repair these broken fortunes which Thus makes you run the hazard of the Law 1. Ban We wish this curtain of your fate may be Swiftly withdrawn till then let all our vowes Prevent your fears the rudenesse of our lives May be your trouble but shall never grow To a disease more dangerous Her I live in hopes to gain ability Of an extent so large as recompence Ex. om. Enter three Blades Buff. and Gndgeon drunk Drawers with Wine 1. Bla. Stand up brother come our brains are not warm enough yet fill out here noble brother Buf. Thanks brother Collonel I will pledge thee were it a Tub full and pay for 't too here 's gold enough 2. Bla. Here a health to my Lord Arratus Buf. Come to my Nunckel there lies my hat 3. Bla. Here Gudgeon thou must have it too Gud. I ha more already then I can carry upright 1. Bla. Round with another health here To my brother Buffonies Lady Buff. That 's the two yong Gentlewomen of the house These be Gallants Gudgeon sons of fame Gud. She blew them from her breech 2. Blad House more Wine here where be these Vermin Buf. What will they not hear let 's break down the doors Brother Or fire the house nay I am valiant too Knocks a Wench looks out a the window Wen. Why what d' ee mean there Gentlemen to beat my mothers doors down Buf. Some Wine and Wenches you Cockatrice Wen. You have too much already Sir to sleep 1. Bla. Why you harpy doest think we 'l be confin'd to the Lobby Wen. You will have the greater benefit of the air Sir 2. Bla. Swounds we 'l not be bafl'd thus Buf. No that we will not brother I feel the spirit of Wine in my brains and will not be bafl'd 1. Bla. We 'l scale your windows you Whores Buf. Brother let 's brother Collonel I le in first 2. Bla. We will not put you on a matter of such danger Sir Buff. Danger I scorn the word I fear it not brother I le do it I and my valiant sword-bearer Gud. I le not creep in at windows not I amongst Whores to have my eyes scratch't out not I. Buff. How not venter why thou wilt not turn coward and fear scratching shall not be said but we Countrey boys are as valiant as the best of them 3. Bla. But the window is narrow and will spoil your new suit Buff. Come come prepare help me and I le put them off 2. Bla. Valiant brother thou shall have the honour to enter first Buff. I and my squire will enter this inchanted Castle And relieve the imprison'd Ladies Gudgeon let 's untrusse and prepare for the combate 1. Bla. I le help my brother whilst you prepare Gudgeon Now for the boots Buff. My foot is at thy service noble brother Nay off with my breeches too I have drawers on 2. Bla. Hast thou drawers too Gudgeon Gud. I but I had as leave a been hang'd as ha come to this Buf. Come now your helping hands I le scale the wals
spirits or by heaven Kicks him Gud Master give the testy old fool a clowt o' th car Arr. What art thou barking connsell to him Never were there such a couple of whelpes Harl'd together hell take you both for muddy slaves He rather leave my revenues in the wals of a Hospitall Or build Temples for the next Faction to pull down Then bestow it on such a puppy Cre. 'T will become your discretion Sir to smother Your anger for the present let this dayes Businesse be past over ere you nourish the flame Then if you see no reformation we shall not Counsell to ought your judgment approves not of Lew. Should you so untimely withdraw your love His disgrace would reflect on your reputation Arr. You shall prevail for this once come Sirrah See thy behaviour redeem thy credit Or thou art lost Gud. Lost hey 't is no matter and we were Both lost so we could find some of our old Mates again Ich can't abide these Courtnowles Ex. om. Enter Zanna leading Glori. Oroandes Eurione Zan. Must we part here Glo. Yes there are some ceremonies yet to come Ere you enter farther Oro. To morrow night No Cherubin will guard the gates that lead Unto our blisful thrones these Ivory temples Will dedicated both to Janus stand Open in all the Civill wars of love Eur. How Oroandes thou art wanton friend We yet are cloth'd in thoughts as pure and white As new created Vestals such discourse Will not be harmony when fetter'd in Your bridall beds we willing captives lie Oro. Nor discord my Eurione the modest blush Corals the Virgin cheek no longer then The trecherous light betrayes her to the view Of the delighted Paranymphs The curtain'd bed presents unknown delights Cloth'd in unpractic't nature which improv'd By loves assimilating virtue warmes The unform'd embryo into full blown joy Eur. What shall I call this experimental or imaginary Oro. Thy virtue best knows what Glo. I see my Lord the active wars afford Sometime to melt in passive thoughts your steel Soft love may polish to a looking glasse Eur. Yes and work the waving plume into a fan Glo. The stubborn helmet into lawn and strew Bodkins and pins for rapiers round their beds Zan. Why Ladies though we have been Immur'd in steel we are no Cyclopes yet Our joints are supple though not weak as those Whose knees are oftner to his Mistris bowed Then to his God who measures out his life In wanton Galliards and a fidlestick Knows better how to handle then a sword No stand of pikes their bristled squadrons place About our chins nor are our lips hedg'd in With quickset beards which thatch a Scythians face The Souldier when he'th stew'd his bowels in The bloud and sweat of enemies is then Most fit to kisse the balmy lips of peace His fresh and lusty appetite digests What glutted Courtiers surfet on and makes They labour his refreshing exercise Glo. We cannot doubt the softnesse your limbs As long as flints will break on feather beds Zan. Thy active wit my Glorianda sports In our rude fancies deserts Oro. Let her friend to morrow night she must Impal'd within the narrow circle of Thy armes bebarr'd that liberty and then Her world of Virgin thoughts will all conclude In the possession of Elyzium Her Lillies and thy Lawrell both will be Oretopt by Cupids Myrtles The Phoenix And warlike Eagle to a wildernesse Untrod by fancies future steps may flie Whilst Venus D•ves are harbour'd in your brests Enter a Page Pag. My Lord Oro. To me thy businesse Gives him a Letter From his Majesty It nought contains but what must be obeyed Pag. I shall return that answer Sir Ex Pag. Oro. They must not see this it may contain News that may ruffle all their calm delights Eur. What was this fellowes businesse Oroandes Oro. The King hath sent for me Go virgin friends This night lie shivering in your native ice The blooming spring approaches which must change Your snow to beds of roses goodnight Blest Angels clasp their wings about your beds Ex. Oro. Zan. Come I le only wait you to your Chamber door And there leave my best wishes to attend you further Ex severally Enter the Priest of Hymen two Maids leading Buffonie Creon and Lewcippus leading Theocrine Carlo born in a chair Arratus with lights and attendants Car. Carry me gently oh that my pain should so vex me at this good time Being come to the middle of the Stage the candles begin to wax out flashes of light within the curtain Vanlore in manner of a ghost appears and suddenly draws back within the curtain Pri. What prodigies are these Arr. The light appears again Car. It is some spectrum Buf. I hope the Devill wo' not forbid the banes He appears again at which the bearers letting fall Carlo's chair •un hastily forth all but Carlo who lies sprawling on the ground to him enters one disguized in a dreadfull shape representing the Devill Dev. Prepare prepare I come to bear Thy body where No eye shall ere Behold thee more but those that share With thee in everlasting care Car. Oh! Oh! I cannot rise Some good body save me from the spirit Dev. Come come away Hell hates delay I sent the day And dare not stay Lest light my ugly form betray Ghosts may not see what mortals may Theocrine above Be gone foul fiend there are some saving drops Of mercy yet hang over him and stops Thy eager hast Dev. Oh do not wast Thy time i' th' air heaven his eternall doom Hath seal'd with Orphanes bloud but will no room For such dam'd souls admit Thou art call'd up to sit Circl'd with glory mongst the blisful thrones But he cast down down where in hollow groans His sins shall still complain The Tears will wash off their stain There needs no flames to purge them Live live then But only to repent on earth which when Perform'd come rest with me Car. Where art oh let me see The That is not in my power to grant to thin Unbodied aire I am resolv'd which in This region only hovers Till time and fate discovers What will become of thee Dev What but to go with me where flouds of flaming sulphur flow Through dark and souty caves Where endlesse madnesse raves Where living flame in everlasting night Still dying burns but burning gives no light The busie Furies there His restlesse bed prepare Of molten gold spread o're with burning flakes Curtain'd with horror and begirt with Snakes Then cease and hast unto Those white souls that have flew Above my reach which I have only power To envy not to hurt The But can the hour Not be a while prolong'd Dev. Then destiny were wrong'd Shaking his chains he runs towards him at which enter the Priest in his pontificall ornaments as he begins to read the Devill roaring runs forth Pri. I thought thou durst not stand-to encounter with So brave an enemy as this A noise within at which Carlo rising runs
not out-grown infancy Ours now is too mature Van. Nor ever will when we are both grown old Thy polisht ivory furrowed o'er with age In silver robes on beauties ruines plac't Our mutuall wonder still shall last but I Must binde up all the gaudy flowers of love In threeds of admiration no epithites Such fragrant virtues separated from The generall name of good can ere again Pick out and bind them in due prayses up The I can be well content to hear thee talk On any argument but a lesse pleasing Thou couldst not well have taken Enter a Bandeet Ban S-death Captain what d' ee mean This is no place of safety the wayes are all beset With troops of horse our Scouts beat in from all parts Wounded and bloudy if we all betake not our selves To our armes we are lost in an instant The Oh prithy Vanlore hasten hence Van. I only fear thy safety Ex. om. Enter two Bandeets wounded 1. Ban S death we must be gone 2. Ban T is not our use to run 1. Ban Pox on 't the oddes is unreasonable 2. Ban Swounds I think they have horst all the Carters in the Countrey the thick skin'd rogues my Rapier could hardly pierce them 2. Ban But theirs pierc't us I have a wound here yawnes like a Dragon let 's hasten to a Surgeon Enter a Bandeet bleeding and fals 3. Ban Hell perish all the slaves I 'm kill'd by a rustick dog And what torments me most fall unreveng'd 1. Ban Poor Brother we would help thee but want it our selves 3. Ban Yet bear me from the villains and if your time Permits bury me like a Souldier I was born Of noble parentage but drove by want To these unlawfull courses and have this This for my punishment One hollowes within 2. Ban Hark Swounds we shall be surpriz'd Here right ere long They bear off him that fell and ex om. Enter Heroina alone Her What desperate wretches do I live amongst Terror allarums them from every side Their Scouts bring no intelligence but death Approaching at their backs and yet They bathe in riot and with bloudy oathes Stab heaven betwixt each word they speak their prayers Are only for damnation though they breath Their souls forth with that fearful wish Enter a Bandeet drunk 1. Ban Dam me A short life and a merry Swounds if we die we die let 's be Merry whilst we live Her I tremble at this Villains sight Offers to go forth 1. Ban Whether now Doxie S-death you Whore come hither Pox on your squeamish face Lie down or I le cut thy throat Her You will not offer to abuse me thus 1. Ban Dam me I le do'c and thou wert my sister Thy puling shall not save thee Her Upon my knees I beg thee not to touch me 1. Ban Thou wilt be heard better lying upon thy back Her Thou knowest not whom thou injurest I am a Princesse 1. Ban The better then the boy I beget will be noble By the Mothers side Swounds will you not bend Her Is none more civill near Enter the King Kin What villany is this Forbear unhallowed slave Snatches forth the Bandeets sword This weapon shall revenge her if thou durst Abuse her with the least uncivil touch Enter two Bandeets 1. Ban Swounds help me here This Rascall hath got my sword 2. Ban Dares the thawed snake to sting Deliver him his sword Kin I will so you will promise he shall use It not to force resistlesse womens honour As late he did attempt this noble Virgins And if by me not timely rescued had Made it the prize of his oremastering strength 3. Ban Must you Sir make conditions They both draw and lay at him Whilst they are fighting enter Vanlore and Theocrine Van. What is the cause of this Sheath your Swords that man That dares proffer another blow Forfeits his life for tribute to my sword Her This was a timely rescue and hath by The fair redemption of my honour more Then satisfied all those arrears your life D'd stand ingag'd in to my usefull art Kin The brightest stars that rule my fate did light Me to the blest imployment but had all Set ere their influence had attain'd its end Had not this Gentlemans assistance lent New vigour to their fading beams Her I must confesse a debt of thanks to him Which if irregular opinion prove No enemy to his own safety shall Be suddenly discharg'd You may perceive Sir How black a storm waits on the lives of all Your wilde associates wherefore if you have An overswaying power amongst them chuse The now presented opportunity To free you from all future fears which thus I le light you to draw up your company And let those persecutors of my honour be My convoy to the Court you 'l find a Prince To be intreated when your advocate Bears Heroinaes name Vanlore kneels Van. Pardon me best of women and impute My rudenesse to my ignorance If any service can extenuate Crimes of such monstrous growth our blouds shall pay The forfeit of our disobedience in The not performing it Her Your hopes of safety prompts me to believe Come Sir you shall attend us to the Court Kin I am your vassal Madam proud to have Such a command to usher my desires Ex. om. Enter Oroandes alone in the habit of a Forrester Oro. Not yet not yet at quiet no disguise Is dark enough to curtain o'er my guilt Pale as the ghastly looks of men condemn'd It sits upon my Conscience I see there is No place affords that soul a safe retreat That is pursued by a sharp-sented sin The prosperous murtherer that hath clothed his guilt In royall Ermins all those furs of state Cannot preserve from trembling he looks on Dejected wretches as assasinates And each petition for a ponyard fears Yet these are more secure then I they may Pretend to merit in their wickednesse And call their crimes the cure of sickly states But I am left no refuge lesse to know The depth of horror can no further go Alas poor virtue all thy white wing'd zeal Is wrought into a bed of sables since Leaving thy heavenly dictates I betrayed My self unto these sooty gards of hell Whose black inhabitants already call Me one of their society my eyes Are grown more killing then the Basilisks And each vein fill'd with poison since these hands These cursed hands were stained with royal bloud Hah all this is true But do I want more desperation yet Are there not fiends enough now waiting on me To guide my trembling hand untill it reach The center of my life Draws a sword from behind the curtain This fatall weapon slew my Prince This was his bloud that stains it The bloud that warm'd those browes a crown imbrac't Let forth by me t' embalm the earth and in Warm vapors spend the pretious breath of life Which mounting upwards sent persumes to heaven But now thou must be dipt in that which will Leave a perpetual rust upon thy