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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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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
Themselves and leaving our imprison'd necks Crept into the earth straight all that were with me As I had been the prodigie forsooke me My wife my children Lords my servants all And fled to this pale man who told me I Must submit too humble my selfe to him This wither'd peece of man at which my-thought I felt a trembling shoot through every part And with the horror thus to be depos'd I waken'd Now Archimagus thy Art To cure thy soule-sick King Arc. 'T is done already Leo. How my deare Priest Arc. This pale thing shall not trouble you He that so long was threatned to destroy Vs and our Gods is come Leo. Ha where Arc. Now landing But were the coasts unguarded he wants power To fight with those aetheriall troops that wait Vpon the Gods we serve He is now dying This minute they have blasted him and they Above the speed of wings are flying hither With the glad newes be calme agen and let not These airy dreames distract your peace Leo. They are vanish'd Already at thy voyce thou next our Gods The hope of this great Island hast disperst All clouds and made it a faire skie againe My learned Archimagus Enter Spirits 1. He is come 2. He 's come 3. And we must flye Leo. What voyces make the aire So sad Cor. They strike a horror Con. They are Spirits Arc. I command once more to oppose him 1. In vaine great Priest 2. We must away 3. Away Omnes We cannot dare not stay Exeunt Enter Angell Victor bearing a banner with a crosse St. Patrick and other Priests in procession singing Leo. What harmony is this I have no power To do them harme observe their ceremonie Ode Post maris savi fremitus Iernae Navitas coelo tremulos beante Uidimus gratum jubar enatantes littus inaurans Montium quin vos juga vosque sylvo Nunc salutamus chorus advenarum Jubilum retrò modulantur Ecce Carbasa ventis Dulce supremo melòs occinanus Carminum flagrans Domino litamen Cujus erranti dabitur popello Numine sacrum Leo. I 'll speake to him Stay you that have presum'd Without our leave to print your desperate foot Vpon our Countrey say what bold designe Hath arm'd you with this insolent noyse to dare And fright the holy peace of this faire I le Nay in contempt of all our gods advance Your songs in honour of an unknowne power The King commands you speake Patr. Vnto that title Thus we all bow it speakes you are alli'd To Heaven great Sir we come not to distract Your peace looke on your number we bring no Signes of sterne war no invasive force to draw Feare or suspition or your frownes upon us A handfull of poore naked men we are Throwne on your Coast whose armes are only prayer That you would not be more unmercifull Than the rough seas since they have let us live To finde your charitie Leo. Whence are you Patr. We are of Britaine Sir Leo. Your name that answer for the rest so boldly Patr. My name is Patrick who with these poore men Beseech you would permit Leo. No dwelling here And therefore quit this Kingdome speedily Or you shall curse you saw the land Dic. Are they not Spies Arc. A whirlewind snatch 'em hence and on the back Of his black wings transport these fugitives And drop their cursed-heads into the sea Or land 'em in some cold remotest wildernesse Of all the world they must not here inhabit Dic. Hence or we 'll force you with these goads Cor. Vnlesse You have a mind to try how well your hoods Can swim go trudge back to your rotten bark And steere another course Fer. You will finde Ilands Peopled with Squirrils Rate and Crowes and Coneyes Where you may better plant my reverend Moles End Faces about Pat. You are inhospitable And have more flintie bosomes than the rocks That bind your shores and circle your faire Iland But I must not returne Leo. How Arc. How Pat. Till I haue Perform'd my dutie Know great King I have Commission for my stay I came not hither Without command Legat from him before Whose angry breath the rocks doe breake and thaw To whose nod the mountaines humble their proud heads The earth the water aire and heaven is his And all the stars that shine with evening flames Shew but their trembling when they wait on him This supreme Kings command I have obey'd Who sent me hither to bring you to him And this still wandring nation to those springs Where soules are everlastingly refresh'd Vnto those gardens whose immortall flowers Staine your imagin'd shades and blest abodes Leo. What place is this Pat. Heaven now a great way off But not accessible to those permit Their pretious soules be strangled thus with mists And false opinion of their gods Arc. No more Pat. I must say more in my great Masters cause And tell you in my dreames he hath made me heare From the dark wombs of mothers prison'd infants Confessing how their parents are mis-led And calling me thus far to be their freedome Have pitie on your selves be men and let not A blind devotion to your painted gods Dic. He does blaspheme Accept me Jove thy Priest And this my sacrifice Ha mine armes grow stiffe I feele an ice creeping through all my bloud There 's winter in my heart I change o' th' sudden Am growne a statue every limb is marble Yee gods take pitie on me in your cause I wither thus Jove if thou hast a lightning Bestow some here and warme me Cor. Strange End Father Brother if he should dye now Fer. I am his eldest son he shall find me reasonable He may doe worse considering how long I have been of age Dic. No power let fall compassion I have Offended Whom I know not this good man Forgive and if the Deitie thou serv'st Can put a life into this frozen pile Pray for me Leo. Villaine wouldst thou owe thy life To the mercie of the power he serves Arc. Wish rather To rot for ever thus Leo. And if thou diest I 'll build a Temple here and in this posture Kings shall kneele to thee and on solemne dayes Present their crownes Queenes shall compose thee garlands Virgins shall sing thy name and 'bout thy neck And armes disperse the riches of their Art Next to our Gods we honour thee keep from The Impostor Cor. I have no meaning to come neere him Pat. Give me thy hand now move and may thy heart Find softnesse too this mercie is the least Of my great Masters treasures Dic. I feele my heat Return'd and all my rockie parts grow supple Let the first use I make of their restore be To bend my knees to you Pat. Bow them to him That gave me power to helpe thee Fer. He is well agen Dic. I finde a beame let into my darke soule Oh take me to your faith here I give backe My selfe to serve your god Leo. Traitrous to heaven Come from him Dic. Bid