newes now Girle Thy heart so great it cannot tell me Hub. Sfoot why shouldst thou be troubled That art thus visited Let the King put me into any roome The closer the better and turne but such a Keeper to me And if ever I strive to runne away though the doores be open May the Virgins curse destroy me And let me lamentably and most unmanly Dye of the Greene-sicknesse Bel. My blessing bring thee patience gentle Girle It is the best thy wronged Father can Invoke for thee 't is my Bellina Hubert Know her honour'd Sir and pittie her Hub. How sweetly shee becomes the face of woe Shee teacheth misery to court her beauty And to affliction lends a lovely looke happy folkes Would sell their blessings for her griefes But to be sure to meete them thus Bellina My honourd Father your griev'd Daughter thus Thrice every day to Heaven lifts her poore hand And payes her vowes to the incensed Powers For your release and happy patience And will grow old in vowes unto those Powers Till they fall on me loaden with my wishes Belliz. Thou art the comfort of my Treasure Girle Wee 'le live together if it please the King And tell sad Stories of thy wretc'ed Mother Give equall sighes to one anothers griefe And by discourse of happinesse to come Trample upon our present miseries Hub. There is a violent fire runnes round about me Which my sighes blow to a consuming flame To be her Martyr is a happinesse The sainted soules would change their merit for it Methinkes griefe dwells about her purest eyes As if it begg'd a pardon for those teares Exhausted hence and onely due to love Her Vaile hangs like a Cloud over her face Through which her beauty like a glimmering Starre Gives a transparent lustre to the night As if no sorrow could Ecclipse her light Her lips as they discourse methinks looke pale For feare they should not kisse agen but met They blush for joy as happy Lovers doe After A long divorce when they encounter Belliz. Noble Lord if you dare lose so much precious time As to be companion to my misery but one poore houre And not esteeme your selfe too prodigall For that expence this wretched Maid my Child Shall waite upon you with her sorrows stories Vouchsafe but you to heare it Hub. Yes with full eare Belliz. To your best thoughts I leave you Exit Belliz I will but read and answer this my Letter Bellina Why doe you seeme to loose your eyes on me Here 's nothing but a pile of wretchednesse A branch that every way is shooke at roote And would I thinke even fall before you now But that Divinity which props it up Inspires it full of comfort since the Cause My Father suffers for gives a full glory To his base fetters of Captivity And I beseech you Sir if there but dwell So much of vertue in you as your lookes Seeme to expresse possesse your honour'd thoughts Bestow your pitty on us not your scorne And wish for goodnesse sake and your soules weale You were a sharer in these sufferings So the same Cause expos'd your fortunes too 't Hub. Oh happy woman know I suffer more And for a cause as just Bellina Be proud then of that tryumph but I am yet A stranger to the Character of what You say you suffer for Is it for Conscience Hub. For love divine perfection Bellina If of Heavens love how rich is your reward Hub. Of Heavens best blessing your most perfect selfe Bellina Alas sir here perfection keeps no Court Love dresses here no wanton amorous bowers Sorrow has made perpetuall winter here And all my thoughts are Icie past the reach Of what Loves fires can thaw Hub. Oh doe but take away a part of that My breast is full of of that holy fire The Queene of Loves faire Altar holds not purer Nor more effectuall and sweet if then You melt not into passion for my wounds Effuse your Virgin vowes to chaine mine eares Weepe on my necke and with your fervent sighes Infuse a soule of comfort into me I le breake the Altar of the foolish god Proclaime them guilty of Idolatry That sacrifice to Cythereas sonne Bellina Did not my present fortunes and my vowes Register'd in the Records of Heaven Tye me too strictly from such thoughts as these I feare me I should softly yeeld to what My yet condition has beene stranger to To love my Lord is to be miserable Hub. Oh to thy sweetnesse Envy would prove kind Tormentor humble no pale Murderer And the Page of death a smiling Courtier Venus must then to give thee noble welcome Perfume her Temple with the breath of Nunnes Not Vesta's but her owne with Roses strow The paths that bring thee to her blessed shrine Cloath all her Altars in her richest Robes And hang her walles with stories of such loves Have rais'd her Tryumphs and 'bove all at last Record this day the happy day in which Bellina prov'd to love a Convertite Be mercifull and save me Bellina You are defil'd with Seas of Christians blood An enemy to Heaven and which is good And cannot be a loving friend to me Hub. If I have sinn'd forgive me you just powers My ignorance not cruelty has don 't And here I vow my selfe to be hereafter What e're Bellina shall instruct me in For she was never made but to possesse The highest Mansion 'mongst your dignities Nor can Heaven let her erre Bellina On that condition thus I spread my armes Whose chaste imbraces ne're toucht man before And will to Hubert all the favour shew His vertuous love can covet I will be ever his goe thou to Warre These hands shall arme thee and I le watch thy Tent Till from the battaile thou bring'st victory In peace I le sit by thee and read or sing Stanzaes of chaste love of love purifi'd From desires drossie blacknesse nay when our clouds Of ignorance are quite vanish't and that a holy Religious knot betweene us may be tyed Bellina here vowes to be Huberts Bride Else doe I sweare perpetuall chastity Hub. Thy vowes I seale be thou my ghostly Tutor And all my actions levell'd to thy thoughts I am thy Creature Bellina Let Heaven too but now propitious prove And for thy soule thou hast wonne a happy love Come shall we to my Father Exeunt Soft Musick Enter the King on his bed two Physitians Anthony Damianus and Cosmo King Are you Physitians Are you those men that proudly call your selves The helps of Nature Ant. Oh my good Lord have patience King What should I doe lye like a patient Asse Feele my selfe tortur'd by this diffused poyson But tortur'd more by these unsavory drugges Ant. Come one of you yourselves and speake to him 1. Phys How fares your Highnesse King Never worse what 's he Dami. One of your Highnesse-Doctors King Come sit neare me Feele my pulse once agen and tell me Doctor Tell me in tearmes that I may understand I doe not love your
her no meate Alas my cheekes cry out I have meate little enough for my selfe Three dayes and three nights has her Cubbard had no victuals in it I saw no lesse than Fifty sixe Mice runne out of the hole she lies in and not a crumme of bread or bit of cheese amongst them Epid. 'T is the better Clow. I heard her one morning cough pittifully upon which I gave her a messe of Porredge piping-hot Epid. Thou Dog 't is death Clow. Nay but sir I powr'd 'em downe scalding as they were on her head because they say they are good for a cold and I thinke that kill'd her for to try if she were alive or no I did but even now tye a Crust to a packe-threed on a pinne but shee leapt not at it so that I am sure shee 's wormes meate by this Epid. Rewards in golden showres shall raine upon us Be thy words true fall downe and kisse the earth Clowne Kisse earth why and so many wenches come to the Iayle Epid. Slave downe and clap thy eare to the caves mouth And make me glad or heavy If she speake not I shall cracke My ribs and spend my spleene in laughter But if thou hear'st her pant I am gon Clowne Farewell then Epid. Breaths shee Clowne No sir her winde instrument is out of tune Epid. Call cal Clowne Doe you heare you low woman hold not downe your head so for shame creepe not thus into a corner no honest woman loves to be fumbling thus in the darke hang her she has no tongue Epid. Would twenty thousand of their sexe had none Clowne Foxe Foxe come out of your hole An Angel ascends from the cave singing Epid. Horrour what 's this Clowne Alas I know not what my selfe am Angel Sings Fly darnesse flye in spight of Caves Truth can thrust her armes through Graves No Tyrant shalt confine A white soule that 's divine And does more brightly shine Than Moone or Sunne She lasts when they are done Epid, I am bewitcht Mine Eyes faile me lead me to King Clowne And tell we heard a Mermaide sing Exeunt Angel Sings Goe fooles and let your feares Glow as your sins and cares The good howe're trod under Are Lawreld safe in thunder Though lockt up in a den One Angell frees you from an host of men The Angel descends as the King enters who comes in with his Lords Epidophorus and the Clowne King Where is this piece of witchcraft Epid. 'T is vanish'd Sir Clowne 'T was here just at the Caves mouth where shee lyes Anton. What manner of thing was it Epid. An admirable face and when it sung All the Clowds danc't methought above our heads Clowne And all the ground under my heeles quak't like a Bogge King Deluded slaves these are turn'd Christians too Epid. The prisoners in my Iayle will not say so Clowne Turnd Christians it has ever beene my profession to fang and clutch and to squeeze I was first a Varlet then a Bumbaily now an under Iailor turn'd Christian King Breake up the Iron passage of the Cave And if the sorceresse lives teare her in pieces The Angel ascends agen Epid. See 't is come agen King It staggers me Omnes Amazement looke to the King Angel Sings Shee comes she comes shee comes No banquets are so sweete as Martyrdomes She comes Angel descends Anton. 'T is vanish'd Sir agen Dam. Meere Negromancy Cosmo. This is the apparition of some divell Stealing a glorious shape and cryes she comes Clowne If all divels were no worse would I were amongst 'em King Our power is mockt by magicall impostures They shall not mocke our tortures let Eugenius And Bellizarius fright away these shadowes Rung from sharpe tortures drag them hither Epid. To th' stake Clowne As Beares are King And upon your lives My longings feast with her though her base limbes Be in a thousand pieces Clowne She shall be gathred up Exit Epid and Clowne Victoria rises out of the cave white Vict. What 's the Kings will I am here Are your tormentors ready to give battaile I am ready for them and though I lose My life hope to winne the day King What art thou Vict. An armed Christian King What 's thy name Vict. Victoria In my name there 's conquest writ I therefore feare no threatnings but pray That thou maist dye a good King Omnes This is not she Sir King It is but on her brow some Deity sits What are those Fayries dressing up her haire Whilst sweeter spirits dancing in her eyes Bewitcheth me to them Enter Epidophorus Bellizarius Eugenius and Clowne Oh Victoria love me And see thy Husband now a slave whose life Hangs at a needles poynt shall live so thou Breath but the doome Trayters what sorcerous hand Has built upon this inchantment of a Christian To make me doat upon the beauty of it How comes she to this habite Went she thus in Epid. No Sir mine owne hands stript her into rags Clowne For any meat shee has eaten her face needes not make you doate and for cleane linnen I le sweare it was not brought into the Iaile for there they scorne to shift once a weeke King Bellizarius Woe thy wife that she would love me And thou shalt live Bel. I will Victoria By all those chaste fires kindled in our bosomes Through which pure love shin'd on our marriage night Nay with a holier conjuration By all those thornes and bryers which thy soft feet Tread boldly on to finde a path to heaven I begge of thee even on my knee I beg That thou wouldst love this King take him by th' hand Warme his in thine and hang about his necke And seale tenne thousand kisses on his cheeke So he will tread his false gods under foote Omnes Oh horrible King Bring tortures Bel. So he will wash his soule white as we doe And fight under our Banner bloody red And hand in hand with us walke martyred Anton. They mocke you King Stretch his body up by th' armes And at his feete hang plummets Clowne He shall bee well shod for stroveling I warrant you Cosmo. Eugenius bow thy knee before our Iove And the King gives thee mercy Dam. Else stripes and death Eugen. We come into the world but at one doore But twenty thousand gates stand open wide To give us passage hence death then is easie And I defie all tortures King There fasten the Cative I care not for thy wife Get from mine eye thou tempting Lamia But Bellizarius before thy bodyes Frame be puld in pieces and every Limbe dis-joynted wilt thou forsake The errours thou art drencht in Bel. Errours Thou blasphemous and god lesse man From the great Axis maist thou as easie with one arme Plucke the Universall Globe As from my Center move me There 's my figure they are waves That beat a rocke insensible With an infatigable patience My breast dares all your arrowes shoote shote all Your tortures are but struck against the wall Which backe rebounding hit
people in the Vniverse as a Iew burnes pretty-well but if you marke him he burnes upward the fire takes him by the Nose first 2. Pag. I know some Vintners then are Iewes Clow. Now as your Iew burnes upward your French-man burnes downeward like a Candle and commonly goes out with a stinke like a snuffe and what socket soever it light in it must be well cleans'd and pick't before it can be us'd agen But Bellizarius the brave Generall will flame high and cleare like a Beacon but your Puritane Eugenius will burne blew blew like a white-bread sop in Aqua vitae Fellow Pagans I pray let us agree among our selves about the sharing of those two 2. Pag. I 't is fit Clow. You know I am worshipfull by my place the underkeeper may write Squire if he list at the bottome of the paper I doe cry first the Generalls great Scarfe to make me a short Summer-cloake and the Bishops wide sleeves to make me a Holy-dayes shirt 1. Pag. Having a double voyce we cannot abridge you of a double share Clow. You that so well know what belongs to reverence the Breeches by yours whether Bishops or Generalls but with this Provizo because we will all share of both parties as I have lead the way I clayming the Generalls and the Bishops sleeves so he that chuses the Generalls Doublet shall weare the Generalls Breeches Pag. A match Clow. Nay 't will be farre from a match that 's certaine but it will make us to be taken for men of note what company soever we come in The Souldier and the Scholler peekt up so Will make tam Marti quam Mercurio Exeunt Enter the King Antony Damianus and Cosmo Victoria meetes the King Vict. As you are Vice-gerent to that Majesty By whom Kings reigne on earth as you would wish Your heires should sit upon your Throne your name Be mentioned in the Chronicle of glory Great King vouchsafe me hearing King Speake Vict. My husband The much too much wrong'd Bellizarius Hath not deserv'd the measure of such misery Which is throwne on him call oh call to minde His service how often he hath fought And toyl'd in warres to give his Country peace He has not beene a flatterer of the Time Nor Courted great ones for their glorious Vices He hath not sooth'd blinde dotage in the World Nor caper'd on the Common-wealths dishonour He has not peeld the rich nor flead the poore Nor from the heart-strings of the Commons drawne Profit to his owne Coffers he never brib'd The white intents of mercy never sold Justice for money to set up his owne And utterly undoe whole families Yet some such men there are that have done thus The more 's the pitty King To the poynt Vict. Oh Sir Bellizarius has his wounds emptied of blood Both for his Prince and Countrey to repeat Particulars were to doe injury To your yet mindfull gratitude His Life His liberty 't is that I plead for that And since your enemies and his could never Captive the one and triumph in the other Let not his friends His King commend a cruelty Strange to be talkt of cursed to be acted My Husband oh my husband Bellizarius For him I begge King Lady rise up we will be gracious To thy suit cause Bellizarius And the Bishop be brought hither instantly Exit for him Vict. Now all the blessings due to a good King Crowne you with lasting honours King If thou canst Perswade thy husband to recant his errours He shall not onely live but in our favours Be chiefe wilt undertake it Vict. Undertake it Sir On these conditions you shall your selfe Be witnesse with what instance I will urge him To pitty his owne selfe recant his errours Anton. So doing he will purchase many friends Dam. Life love and liberty Vict. But tell me pray Sir What are those errours which he must recant King His hatred to those powers to which we bow On whom we all depend he has kneel'd to them Let him his base Apostacy recant Recant his being a Christian and recant The love he beares to Christians Bel. If he deny to doe all this Or any poynt of this Is there no mercy for him King Couldst thou shed A Sea of teares to drowne my resolution He dyes could the fond man lay at my foote The Kingdomes of the earth he dyes he dyes Were he my sonne my father bid him recant Else all the Torments cruelty can invent shall fall on him Vict. No sparke of pitty King None Vict. Well then but mark what paines I le take to winne him To winne him home I le set him in a way The Clouds shall clap to finde what went astray Anton. Doe this and we are all his King Doe this I sweare to jewell him in my bosome See where he comes Enter Epidophorus with Bellizarius and Eugenius Bel. And whither now is Tyranny growne ripe To blow us to our graves yet King Bellizarius Thy wife has su'd for mercy and has found it Speake Lady tell him how Bel. Victoria too Oh then I feare the striving to expresse The virtue of a good wife hath begot An utter ruine of all goodnesse in thee What wouldst thou say poore woman Vict. My Lord the King Nothing can alter your incensed rage But recantation King Nothing Vict. Recantation sweet Musicke Bellizarius thou maist live The King is full of royall bounty like The ambition of mortality examine What recantation is a toy King None hinder her now ply him Vict. To lose the portage in these sacred pleasures That knowes no end to lose the fellowship Of Angels lose the harmony of blessings Which crowne all Martyrs with eternity Wilt thou not recant King I understand her not Omnes Nor I Vict. Thy life hath hitherto beene my deare husband But a disease to thee thou hast indeed Mov'd on the earth like other creeping wormes Who take delight in worldly surfeits heate Their blood with lusts their limbes with proud attyres Fed on their change of sinnes that doe not use Their pleasure but enjoy them enjoy them fully In streames that are most sensuall and persever To live so till they dye and to dye never King What meanes all this Anthon. Art in thy right wits woman Vict. Such beasts are those about thee take then courage If ever in thy youth thy soule hath set By the Worlds tempting fires as these men doe Recant that errour King Ha Vict. Hast thou in battaile tane a pride in blood Recant that errour hast thou constant stood In a bad cause clap a new armour on And sight now in a good oh lose not heaven For a few minutes in a Tyrants eye Be valiant and meete death if thou now losest Thy portion laid up for thee yonder yonder For breath or honours here oh thou dost sell Thy soule for nothing Recant all this And then be rais'd up to a Throne of blis Anton. We are abus'd stop her mouth Bel. Victoria Thou nobly dost confirme me hast new
your selves King Up with him Bel. Lay on more waights That hangman which more brings Addes active feathers to my soaring wings They draw him up King Victoria yet save him Vict. Keepe on thy flight And be a bird of Paradise Omnes Give him more Irons Bel. More more King Let him then goe Live thou and be my Queene Daine but to love me Vict. I am going to live with a farre greater King King Binde the coy strumpet she dyes too Let her braines be beaten on an Anvill For some new plagues for her Omnes Vexe him Bel. Doe more Vict. Heaven pardon you Eugen. And strengthen him in all his sufferings Two Angels descend 2. Angel Sings Come oh come oh come away A Quire of Angels for thee stay A Rome where Diamonds borrow light Open stands for thee this night Night no no here is ever day Come oh come oh come oh come away 1 Ang. This battaile is thy last fight well and winne A Crowne set full of Starres Bel. I spy an arme plucking up to heaven More waights you are best I shall be gone else Vict. Doe I le follow thee King Is he not yet dispatcht Belliz. Yes King I thanke thee I have all my life time trod on rotten ground And still so deepe beene sinking That my soule was oft like to bee lost But now I see a guide sweete guide A blessed messenger who having Brought me up a little way Up yonder hill I there am sure to buy For a few stripes here rich eternity 2 Angel Sings Victory victory hell is beaten downe The Martyr has put on a golden Crowne Ring Bels of Heaven him welcome hither Circle him Angels round together 1 Aug. Follow Vict. I will What sacred voyce cryes follow I am ready Oh send me after him King Thou shalt not Till thou hast fed my lust Vict. Thou foole thou canst not All my mortality is shaken off My heart of flesh and blood is gone My body is chang'd this face Is not that once was mine I am a Spirit and no racke of thine Can touch me King Not a racke of mine shall touch thee Why should the world loose such A paire of Sunnes as shine out from Thine eyes why art thou cruell to make away Thy selfe and murther mee Since whirle-winds cannot shake thee Thou shalt live and I le fanne gentle Gales upon thy face fetch me a day bed Rob the earths perfumes of all The ravishing sweetes to feast her fence Pillowes of roses shall beare up her head O would a thousand springs might grow in one To weave a flowry mantle o're her limbes As she lyes downe Enter two Angels about the bed Vict. Oh that some rocke of Ice Might fall on me and freeze me into nothing King Enchant our eares with Musicke Musicke Would I had skill to call the winged Musitians of the aire into these roomes They all should play to thee Till golden slumbers danc'd upon thy browes Watching to close thine eye-lids Ang. These Starres must shine no more soule flye away Tyrant enjoy but a cold lumpe of clay King My charmes worke Shee sleepes and lookes more lovely Now she sleepes against she wakes Invention grow thou poore studying To finde a banquet which the gods might Be invited to I need not court her now For a poore kisse her lips are friendly now And with the warme breath sweeting All the Aire draw mee thus to them ha The lips of Winter Are not so cold Anton. She 's dead Sir King Dead Dam. As frozen as if the North-winde had in spight Snatcht her hence from you King Oh I have murthered her Perfumes some creature kill She has so long in that darke Dungeon Suck'd pestiferous breath the sweete has Stflled her take hence the body Since me it hated it shall feele my hate Cast her into the fire I have lost her And for her sake all Christians shall be lost That subjects are to me massacre all But thou Eugenius art the last shall fall This day and in mine eye though it nere see more Call on thy helper which thou dost adore A Thunder-bolt strikes him Omnes The King is strucke with thunder Eugen. Thankes Divine Powers Yours be the triumph and the wonder ours Anton. Unbinde him till a new King fill the Throne And he shall doome him A Hubert a Hubert a Hubert Flourish Enter Hubert armed with shields and swords Bellina and a company of Souldiers with him Hub. What meanes this cry a Hubert Where 's your King Omnes Strucke dead by thunder Hub. So I heare You see then there is an arme more Rigorous than your love an arme Stretcht from above to beate downe Gyants The mightiest Kings on earth for all their Shoulders carry Colossi heads The memory of Genzericks name dyes here Henricke gives buriall to the Successive glory of that race Who had both voyce and title to the Crowne And meanes to guard it who must now be King Anton. We know not till we call the Lords together Hub. What Lords Cosm. Our selves and others Hub. Who makes you Lords The Tree upon whose boughs your honours grew Your Lord ships and your lives Is falne to th' ground Dam. We stand on our owne strength Hub. Who must be King Within A Hubert a Hubert a Hubert Hub. Deliver to my hand that reverent man Epid. Take him and torture him For he cald downe vengeance On Henricks head Eugen. 'T was his owne blacke soule that cald it 'T was thou that caldst it Hub. Good Eugenius lift thy hands up For thou art sav'd from Henricke And from these you heare what ecchoes Rebound from earth to heaven from heaven to earth Casting the name of King onely on me This golden Apple is a tempting fruit It is within my reach this sword can touch it And lop the weake branch off on which it hangs Which of you all would spurne at such a Starre Lay it i' th dust when 't is let downe from heaven For him to weare Anton. Who then must weare that Starre Within Hubert Hubert Hubert Hub. The Oracle tels you Oracle 't is a voyce from above Tels you for the peoples tongues When they pronounce good things are ty'd to chaines Of twenty thousand linkes which chaines are held By one supernall hand and cannot speake But what that hand will suffer I have then The people on my side I have the souldiers I have that army which your rash young King Had bent against the Christians they now are mine I am the Center and they all are lines Meeting in me if therefore these strong sinewes The Souldiers and the Commons have a vertue To lift me into the Throne I le leape into it Will you consent or no be quick in answer I must be swift in execution else Omnes Let us consult Hub. Doe and doe 't quickly Eugen. O noble Sir if you be King shoot forth Bright as a Sunne-beame and dry up these vapours That choake this kingdome dry the seas of blood Flowing