Empress bears To kiss Iove's feet and know her kindred Stars So shall my Mistress sit enthron'd above First share my Glory and then tast my Love Ha! who are thou my Rival arm'd who waits Caesar's betray'd Enter Mecaenas and Guards Caes. Call the opposing fates With all the Forces of the fighting Earth For I would perish as becomes my birth Aug. How cam'st thou here Caes. I will not tell thee how Should the Gods ask I have not leisure now But more to blow thy hate and on disdain Pile burning Rage behold thy Mistress slain Now give me death Aug. Death thou hast nothing nam'd Thou shalt be rack'd an Age and then be damn'd Oh Gloriana bright unhappy Fair But shall revenge be wanting to dispair Kill him he dies though Caesar should come down And for his life with sacred sighs attone Caes. I thank thee mighty Rival Yet e're my Ghost puts on her Aiery shroud Behold I kneel who ne're to man yet bow'd And beg that when the fatal fires convey'd By which this body must be Ashes made Some of my dust as a more gen'rous doom May be inclos'd in Gloriana's Tomb. Aug. Thou crav'st those honours that my envy move Yet I 'le be just to Glory as to Love Thou shalt not vainly kneel I will comply With your desires Caesario rise and dye Caes. This act of vertue though so lately shâ—wn Will in oblivion all your vices drown Now Guards your mighty Master's will obey Aim'd at my heart your pointed weapons lay With all your Spears my body thus enclose And let me set in Glory as I rose Aug. The fate he claims my justice has decreed And though I turn me from the bidden deed Yet for the Empires safety he must bleed Fight Caes. Thus fell my Father thus encompass'd round And bore beneath him Glory to the ground With the remains of life I 'le drag me on And at thy knees for ever lay me down Oh happiness Oh pleasure in death's pangs My hovering soul o're thy lov'd sweetness hangs I 'le grasp her all and Love shall last be mine Give me but this Caesar the world is thine dyes Enter Agrippa Agr. Heav'n Caesar Guard Aug. Oh my Agrippa see Behold the malice of my destiny Terrible death which I so often brav'd With this last vizard has the Victor scar'd Agr. Yet by the fall of Love Empire 's acquir'd Since with your Mistress Caesar's Son expir'd Mec. Thus when th' immortals take they greatly give And bribe your big affronted heart to live Aug. But all Earth's Kingdoms cannot equal weigh With the vast sums Love in the Scale did lay Thus the great Governours return me Brass For Gold and for my Diamonds barter Glass By this time I had been in bed in Heav'n And o're their heads with tow'ring pleasures driv'n Enter Tiberius Tib. Yet fortifie your mind dread Sir and hear What none but I durst offer to your ear Fate by Narcissa's loss more spite has shewn And sudden death has robb'd you of a Son Aug. Ha! Tib. Marcellus stay'd by Iulia from the groâ—â—d Sunk in her arms and dy'd without a wound Stretch'd on his limbs the Princess lies all pale And soon will perish except you prevail Agr. We must submit to the Divine commands Aug. No I 'le not take a blow more at their hands Raise me a Fun'ral Pile and round me mourn For 't is resolv'd like Hercules Iâ—le burn Grief mortal as his poison'd shirt sticks fast And now I wish that my last hour were past That my immortal honours were begun I 'le dye I 'le set this Ev'ning with the Sun Summon the Earth wrong'd Livia's Son proclaim My Caesar and to Heav'n resound his name Tib. For me t were vanity to make reply Yet in Augustus quarrel I dare dye And almost wish the World might once rebel That I might reap the fame your Foes to quell But you already awe the Nations round And at your nod bow'd Scepters touch the ground Aug. Small are the thanks I owe the Powâ—rs above For all the Nations that beneath me move As severe Masters ply their early charge Yet their vex'd spirits at set times enlarge Some few short airy joys in Fields to find And for worse hardship bait the wearied mind So Heav'n abroad with Conquest crowns my Wars But wracks my spirit with domestick jars The End of the Play EPILOGUE TO THE Court of Augustus Caesar. Spoken by Mr. Haynes YOur Servant Gentlemen 't is a long time Since I had th' honour to converse with you in Rhime They told me at t'other House yâ— had left us quite And I was going to hang my self out-rightâ— But for the hopes of pleasing you to Night For what 's insipid life to them or me Without the favour of your Company Good Faith I 'm very glad to see you here 'T is well you can at a New Play appear This Winter you forsaking all the Old Kept up one while of a damn'd Pockie Cold Some few came here but who the Lord can tell All were shrunk up like Snails within their shell Huge Brandenburgh had so disguis'd each one That from your Coachman you could scarce be known And then you droopt as if half-drown'd you came Scap'd from North-Holland or from Amsterdam And Cough'd Heav'n save you with as grave a motion As you had been at Church where 't is Devotion The Ladies too neglecting every Grace Mob'd up in Night-cloaths came with Lace to face The Towre upon the Forehead all turn'd back And stuck with Pins like th' Man i th' Almanackâ— The Misses those delights of humane kind No longer in their dear Side-boxes shin'd But each to Chamber-practice did retire With Ale and Apples and a Sea-coal fire Now 〈◊〉 â—â—sforâ—une we by yoâ—rs have fouâ—d Your Câ—ld 〈…〉 us tâ—ough you are â—ound But Sirs what makes it now so hard I pray To get you here but just at a Now Play We 've Play'd t' oblige you all that 's in our pow'rs We 've Playâ—d and Play'd our selves e'en out of doors And yet we cannot find 〈…〉 You 're grown so nice I think the Devil 's in ye But hold there 's one wâ—y yet to get your praise Ill treating you your appetites â—ay raise Libels and Lampoons we for Plays must write Criticks like Lovers pâ—l'â— with their delightâ— Always esteem those kissâ—s best that bite We 'l deal with you Gallants in your own wayâ— And treat you like those Punks that Love for pay Cartwright and â— dress'd like two thund'ring Whores With Rods will stand behind the Play-house doâ—râ— And â—irk you up each day to pleasure duly As Jenny Cromwell does or â—etty â—uly FINIS
Which false Tiberius malice cou'd devise Mar. I 've summon'd all he told with loyal breath And all those truths doom thee to sudden death Iul. Why then dosâ— thou not strike revenging Lordâ— Behold my breast prepar'd to meet thy Sword Thy cruel kindness thus it shall approve Naked to Anger as it was to Love Why shrinks thy arm as if it fear'd to wound And drops thy coward weapon to the ground Mar. I know thee false yet have no power to harmâ— Fierce passion my arm'd vengeance does disarm Beauty which through thy vice I cou'd not spy Did like a dang'rous foe in Ambush lye Here Iulia execute thy bloudy will I know thy purpose is at last to kill Be but thus kind life freely I resign Thou' rt born to break all hearts and must break mine Iul. No my Marcellâ—â— trust me from this hour You shall be ever my Lord Conquerour Thou ever wert the dearest of mankind But now my heart is to thy looks confin'd By all our Loves you never were betray'd Henceforth be absolute my breast in vade There like a gentle Monarch thou shalt sway And I with gentler mind thy Laws obey Mar. Prove but thy heart as heav'nly as thy tongue Be but thus good and I had never wrong Enter Caesario bloudy leading Gloriana veil'd follow'd by Leander Araspes Mar. My noble brother what can friendship say Which from my arms absented half a day Together still in Battel we did ride Nor cou'd united Troops the link divide Shall Peace dis-joyn what was not broke by War And Crowds in Courts do more then Armies there Caes. Now I shall try the friendship which you boast If now not found let it be ever lost This Beauty with some bloud and danger bought Great deeds for Beauty by young bloud are wrought I from the den of an old Beast of prey Snatch'd while abroad he did for forage stray By this he is return'd and finds her gone By this the Groves resound and Forests groan Mar. Thus in your cause advancing thus Iâ—le face A band of Bloud-hound Furies in their chase Caes. First let us lodge where they shall never find The Hart whose death those Hunters have design'd Then with Relays each to his station go And bravely fall upon the Savage foe Our Bugle breath shall wind Recheatâ— and tell 'T is not the Deers but the rouz'd Hunter's knell Iul. While you that Vertue might not be undone Look'd fierce methought my brows too catch'd a frown I burn'd and grew ambitious to be one Whoe're she be as sure she is most fair For whom the sounds of fame so busie are I promise her a covert where she shall Safe as in clouds look down upon 'em all Caes. O bounty which my bloud can never pay I wou'd do all yet I must something say What Hell-born envy curs'd Infernal spight So us'd to darkness that it hates the light Shall dare though silence she with pain endures Traduce a Vertue so renown'd as yours By Heav'n I swear and by this faithful Steel So deep in Beautie 's conqu'ring quarrel dy'd I stand your Champion to your cause ally'd To damn those Slaves that have your fame bely'd Enter Narcissa â—â—â—â—ing Nar. Fly fly you 're lost the Empire 's overthrown Fly Plangus fly Sir murder'd Caesar's Sonâ— Not stir By all my fears most cruel Prince Thou shalt not stay and dye I 'le drag thee hence The Captain whom your valour left for dead Heard your discourse and has relation made All 's out thou art betray'd O Heav'n undone What shall I say thy name thy birth is known Destruction gallops to thy murder Post And Caesar looks as if the World were lost Caes. Though driv'n by whirlwinds he shou'd roul like fire I wou'd not from this Earth one inch retire Let destiny about my death consult All thoughts of safety from my side revolt I 'le stand him though he were a Thunderbolt Mar. Perhaps my pray'rs and low submissions may Divert his wrath or his revenge delay Iul. With yours my mingled tears and sighs shall joyn He may resist yours but he shall not mine Nar. But if inflexibly he will deny Together let us all resolve to dye Glo. Since this secures my honour can I fear Not Martyrs with more joy their summons hear Methinks I long in those dark walks to tread And wrap my self about with honour'd Lead Where all the Worthies of the Earth lye dead Nor shall my Spirit in that pond'rous Case Be kept but shoot as rays through Chrystal pass Through doors of death with Mountains pil'd on Rocks With thousand Bars and with ten thousand Locks Like Lightning she shall cut her sacred way Through all and rise to everlasting day Nar. What Spirit 's this more fierce than boldest men That with such hautiness does life disdain Caes. O death thou ever dry bloud-thirsty Slave All Hell-hound all art thou resolv'd to have But tast my heart 't is Royal rich and good Each drop's more worth than Tuns of Vulgar blood Cannot th' exhausted shore for once suffice I 'le make it up with Rivers from their eyes Tears will not make him drunk the Slave repliesâ— Glo. Can this be true Caesario dost thou droop Dost thou at last beneath death's burden stoop Is this the Hero this the God-like man Whose rage the stout Iberians over-ran That me redeem'd this day from rav'nous pow'r And from the pounces of the Vulture tore Caes. O Gloriana with confusion I Confess 't is now a dreadfull thing to dye Your fatal purpose does to pieces tear That courage which all dangers else can dare O live retire and those blest Beauties hide Far from the reach of Caesar's cruel pride Then I shall easily death's yoke put on And calm as those that fall asleep lye down Glo. Caesario No unjust is thy request puts up her veil Narcissa observes her Why shou'd I wake when thou art gon to rest And since I love thee which I now may own The fastest secrets are by death undone What will life signifie when thou art gone Grant that I 'scape the Tyrant's rage and fly To some strange Land and leave you here to dye Shall I survive to blot thee from my mind Forget thee Or to one less brave be kind Is this thy wish or wouldst thou I shou'd live And thy eternal loss for ever grieve Caes. Live dye be free or yield your self again I will no more of you but Heav'n complain Heav'n that can see such Vertue in distress And with exceeding power a Tyrant bless Heav'n that cou'd smile when noblest Romans fell As if enormous cruelties were well Heav'n that allows this parricide a name As great and good as the first Sons of Fame Nar. Love sparkles through her shade His eyes to her and hers to him are mov'd She loves she loves and is again belov'd She sighs and weeps and rouls her subtle eyes And all the charms of knowing beauty trys She looks as if her very eyes wou'd speak As if
Cassius God-like Brutus rise combine Nay with the Memphian black Armado joyn Dip ev'n your heels all o're in Stygian Lake And more than Achilaean hardness take Hire all the winds immortal as ye are Again to Actium I your Ghosts will dare And into Atomes drive the gather'd Air. Agr. Stop not the Torrent of his rising rage Give it full course and it will soon asswage Aug. Thus Pyrrhus whom no manly force could quell At last inglorious by a woman fell O Iupiter dread King of Heav'n and Rome kneels Let death but not dishonour be my doom That Iulia's name no more may cleave my head Strike me for ever deaf deaf as the dead O Iulia but for thee my fame had past Shew'd like a Chrystal Rock to Ages last Each lust of thine like an envenom'd dart Has drunk the life-blood of thy Father's heart Iul. That I am innocent Aug. I know thou art But make no words on 't go with life depart Ex. Iul. Agr. Your Wars in Spain a glorious period have And all applaud Marcellus as most brave Who in his first essay your Foes o'rethrew And cou'd such wonders in his Non-age doe Mec. Equal to him the valiant brave unknown Plangus so fam'd rush'd through all hazards on Of birth unknown but of high blood in War Who with Marcellus did the Triumph share Marcellus who adopted Caesar stands And under you the conquer'd Earth commands Agr. Fame loudly speaks the deeds which he has done First shews the Father and then draws the Son Aug. Ev'n he has guilty been and as 't is said Caesario whom we thought in Aegypt dead This brave Marcellus harbour'd in his Tent Such news was to my Empress Livia sent But once more by my Father's soul I swear If that young King of Kings in Rome appear The Parthian Empire shall not save his head I 'le give ten thousand Talents for him dead Mec. Dispell those clouds that thicken on your brow And I will speak Aug. Full freedom we allow Mec. Against Caesario be not thus severe At least not openly your wrath declare By private Instruments his hopes abate Which more agrees with your own rules of State Agr. 'T is nois'd for sure such secrets cannot sleep That you in private Gloriana keep Th' Illustrious Pompey's Daughter I advise That your white Age wouâ—d Beauty's gloss despise Let not the Nations blame you being old Nor think of loving now your blood is cold Aug. Furies and Hell I am become their sport They flout me How ye elder slaves o th' Court Come feel my arms and learn to be more bold Am I not fit to love Ha! am I old Ye Apes of fame ye Sparks to my full day Ye Gnats that in my Ev'ning glory play But with my Sword I 'le punish your offence lays his hand on his Sword And make ye know what 't is t' affront a Prince Agr. Our deaths are in your hands act as you please Mec. Your frowns not death our souls with terrour seize Aug. No ye regard me not nor love nor fear I know your hearts you wish Caesario here Here in my Throne ungratefull as ye are By me preferr'd in Peace advanc'd in War Agr. You are the best of Kings Aug. No I 'm the worst Stupid morose tyrannical accurst I like old Saturn must forgo my Sphere You 're for a mad young fiery Iupiter Yet this remember in your Thund'rers reign The Golden days will never come again Exeunt ACT. II. SCENE Palace Hall Caesario Araspes Leander Caes. PRoscrib'd Aras So rumour spreads it Caes. Ha! Aras 'T is true His fears the old Proscription now renew Great is the man he said that brings him dead I le give ten thousand Talents for his head Such dreadful noise from Caesar's fury broke And guilt like Wild-fire thrill'd him as he spoke Lea. He thought you long ago in Aegypt slain But with late tremblings heard you liv'd again Then tore his hair and mad with choler said Augustus lives not till Caesario's dead Caes. Then Caesar's lost and shall in Chaos lye Since 't is not to be thought that I should dye Immediate from the loins of Iulius sprung Like Hercules from Iove for ever young In battles big as Mars and full as strong Aras Yet you 're a man Caes. Said you of me 'T was poor A man Araspes I was always more When me in Swadling-bands the Nurses rock'd My soul was full with God-like courage stock'd The sounds which first my wondrous voice did move Were Father Iulius and Grandsire Iove Ev'n in my Childhood I was more than man Bears in my Non-age slew and Stags out-ran Leander thou remembrest who are old When yet nine Winters I had scarcely told A half starv'd Lion in our chase I brav'd And from his jaws my panting Mother sav'd Lea. I saw him by your early valour fall Caes. Fall by my valour saw him is that all Thou speak'st Leander as thou didst repine Thou should'st have said it was an act Divine A God-like act to see a ruddy Boy Wieh milk on 's lips the Royal beast destroy With my gay Sword brandish'd above my Crest O'respread with Plumes and with Queens favours dress'd I cross'd the Savage eager for his prey Who daunted with my aspect shun'd the fray But I out-run him though he got the start And flesh'd my little Rapier in his heart By the dread Thunderer from whom I came Whose hand casts forked bolts and leaping flame I 'le tumble head-long this Usurper down And from his head tear the Imperial Crown Aras Stay Son of Caesar whither wou'd you runâ— Sorrow shall end what your blind wrath begun Forgive me if your death I dare prevent And force your courage take another bent Lea. Both you shall send to everlasting rest And ride to ruine o're this Loyal breast For think not we can stay to see you dye We 'l usher you to immortality Let wit contrive and leisure give to Time While we instruct you this steep Throne to climb Caes. Plots are the dark and back way to a Throne Miss but one step we roul with ruine down Then let 's away to quell with open strife This base Usurper that proscribes my life Lea. Perhaps the rumour 's false your rage subdue Or reek it here on us for being true Caes. Was I for this in Alexandria fam'd The King of Kings and Heir o th' World proclaâ—m'd While Vassal Princes did about me croud And Asia's Chiefs of my commands grew proud Did not our Mother perish by his Arms That source of Love and ever-flowing charms Great Cleopatra who now drowns the Stars And shews to Goddesses her glorious Scars Yet have I question'd him for what was done Lea. We know you ne're molested what he won Caes. Nay have I not of late his Foes o'rethrown His Standards fix'd i th' heart of stubborn Spain And bow'd her neck to the old yoke again And dares he thus my services reward draws Stand back I 'le kill him midst of
and to bow my will Yet like an old tough Oak I 'le hold out still Spight of the sighs that blow and showrs that weep My soul to death shall her vow'd purpose keep Speak break your hearts the Gusts of grief I 'le tire Like hammer'd Anvile I 'le more blows require That at each stroke my eyes may scatter fire Nar. By all the God-like honours you have won Iul. By all the Nations that you have undone Nar. Stop here the Tempest of your fury lay Do not the Earth with lasting storms dismay Iul. Or to your rouling Thunder give a check Or let the cloud upon your daughter break Aug. Yes Vipersâ— yes by Iupiter it shall I 'le lighten thunder and consume ye all Kill 'em Guards kill my Neece my Daughter Son 'T is glorious death they seek hast push 'em on Ha! Villains Traytors dare ye thus give back My self in my own cause revenge will take Agrippa and Mecaenas hold him Though bloud 's below an Emperour to spill I 'le first disarm 'em and then you shall kill Strives to get from Agrippa Thus an old Lion struggles with his prey Which when all torn his flaming eyes survey The Royal Savage scorns the easie prize And calls his young ones forth with dreadfull cries He gathers round him all the cruel brood Thus calls 'em on and fleshes 'em in blood Breaks from their arms Gloriana unveils and meets him Glor. Augustus hold and Caesar's Son retire 'T is just that I for all shou'd once expire Caesario but for me you ne're had known Who sav'd my life by hazarding his own Because Caesario has my honour freed Your doom has sentenc'd him and these to bleed Which to avoid and set all right again Caesar I yield to wear my former chain Caes. Ah cruel Princess what what have you don And whither wou'd you from Caesario run All 's lost for which I thought life worth regard You have your self transferr'd that dear reward Which I with thousand dangers wou'd have bought You have your self my sharpest torments wrought Death I cou'd meet in its most hideous forms In brazen Bulls in racks wheels fires and storms But cannot see you his Here Tyrant take renders his Sword A life that does its own disquiets make To her vexation terrour 't is to thee But of all torments 't is the worst to me Aug. I take thy Sword and when I think it fit Thy soul her melancholly house shall quit Glor. By all Heroickâ—proofs of your high fame When yours I cease to be I nothing am Conceal'd exalted projects fill my mind I had not else to Caesar thus resign'd What is all yours Caes. By Heav'n you are all his Already he is hastning to his bliss How to your self unkind to me unjust That wou'd to one so known a Tyrant trust I see his eyes red with Triumphant lust I see him from your sacred body tear The scatter'd Robes in your dishevel'd hair I see his bloudy hand I hear his tongue Cry Yield and now I see you thrown along Hands tir'd speech lost no Rhet'rick now appears But speaking sighs and more perswading tears Now grasping thee my fancy shews him nigher Pale as thy cheeks and shaking with desire I see him on thy vanquish'd honour tread I see the Rape and with the sight am dead Aug. Death I 'le endure no more hast lead her hence And Guards upon your lives secure the Prince How darst thou gaze thus now thy doom is past Caes. I 'le look my soul out Aug. Do this look's thy last To rack thee more thou shalt look once again And pass by Heav'n to Hell 't is witty pain And worthy of a King 's revengeful brain As obscene Birds snatch the remains of light Rise late in Summer-Eves and set in Night So like a Bat thou shalt her eyes survey Then in death's deepest darkness dive away He goes out follow'd by Marcellus Julia Narcissa who seem to intreat him Guards stay Caes. O Gloriana Glor. O Caesario Caes. Cease Let 's seal our lips with everlasting peace Griefs so unutterable who can speak Glor. Have we hearts still Caes. Grant Heav'n that mine may break Glor. Caesario we must part Caes. Gods she 's in hast The time the Tyrant gave she wishes past Glor. Caesar's commands will instantly be sent 'T is better to divide than to be rent How much I love Caes. That I wou'd dying hear And to the shades the sweet expressions bear Glor. Why shou'd you wish what cannot be exprest But guess my flame by that which warms your breast Love's magnitnde is harder to declare Than 't is to tell the bigness of a Star This I can say if that can passion shew With you I 'd rather to a Cottage go Than with Augustus live and wear a Crown 'T is death to part and yet I must be gone This though I know I cannot but look back And sigh adieus and thousand farewells take I linger after you and wish your sight Like Birds that languish for the morning light Like Babes unkindly wean'd that take no rest But bath'd in tears lye pining for the breast I seek your heart and when I find it gone I weep and sigh as I wou'd break my own Caes. 'T is Love 't is Love the great dear extasie And I with Raptures find you equal me O that such Loves shou'd have so quick a doom Like lives of Lillies blasted in their bloom Yet we 'l appear in this last minute strong And talk as if our joys shou'd flourish long We like protesting Swains will plight our faith And wish that when we break our perjur'd breath May strait be stop'd by the cold hand of death Glor. If not to death my passion I preserve And all the Love which you can give deserve Though from their seats the Rival Gods came down And each shou'd wooe me with a Starry Crown Though the fine Sun or finer God of Love Shou'd swear they priz'd me more than joys above Yet if to them in all the beams they wear I did not thee in humble weeds prefer May Lions bolting from the nearest Wood Quench their hot thirst in Gloriana's blood Caes. If thou more fair then the red mornings dawn Sweeter then Pearley dews that scent the lawn Then blue-ey'd Violets or the damask Rose When in her hottest fragrancy she glows And the cool West her wafted odour blows If thou art not the darling of my soul May Mountains big with curses on me roul Glor. On me may Lightnings fall and Mildews rain And may I dye at last of Mother's pain Caes. May Iove showr all his Thunders on my head And may I be despis'd when I am dead Then as I lye all pale upon the ground May ev'ry Virgin give my breast a wound May no eye pity me nor heart deplore That faithless wretch who his first Love forswore Exeunt ACT. V. SCENE The Imperial Chamber Augustus Narcissa Aug. WHat shall I never rest till I am dead Nar. I
And you more cruel than the Tyrant are Cruel to add to such a mass of grief And I unjust to give your words belief Nar. How think me guilty of a Lye O Heav'n Have I liv'd thus Yet may you be forgiv'n I am unfit to live and you to love Let me to Death and you to War remove You cannot be too rude in Armour drest Since cruelty is there like fame profess'd Like Love in Courts it râ—ves in ev'ry breast Nor shall I need your Sword to make a wound This last unkindness weighe me to the groundâ— O all ye vows of passion that I gaveâ— Return and let me hide ye in the Grave Caes. Falâ— first teâ— millions such as I â—'re â—hoâ— To any griâ—f my folly murmur'd bow Look up thou eye o th' Worldâ— why does the red That now adorn'd thy cheeks appear so deadâ— What fatal Purple's this that shakes thy lip Nar. I 'm adding one â—mall grain â—o death 's vast heapâ— Thy love thy love hard hearted Câ—sar's Sonâ— The poor accus'd Narcissâ— has undoneâ— Methinks you aâ—e not now so lovely quite Or else 't is death â—hat darkens thus my â—ight Not to believe 't was â—o unkind â— partâ— There wanted only thaâ—â—o break my heart Caes. Believe I swear I do I will believeâ— And but for thee I will heâ—eafter live I 'le tear that cruel Sorceress from my breast And plant thee there of all my heart possess'd O do not dye 〈…〉 Expos'd 〈…〉 who le eaâ—th will arm it self against my head And all the damn'd torment me when I 'm dead Nar. Ah soft repose how sweetly now I rest As if your bosome were with Roâ—es drestâ— Wou'd you have been thus kind if I had liv'd Caes. Witness Nar. Nay now you shall not be believ'd O Gloriana blest above women how Didst thou this heart to thy false beauty bow I over-heard her with the Emperour 'T is dying truth she loves you less than pow'r But I above the World or that high bliss To which I hast for my soul's lasting peace Give me thy love no more Caes. My soul receive Which thus infâ—s'd shall a new being giveâ— Breathe with my breath and with my being live Nar. The mighty câ—rdial does my senses cloy I dye like those that surfeit with vast joy Had you such words some minutes sooner spoke They'd fastned liâ—e but now 't is vain to speak For what can hold us when our heart â—trings break dyes Caes. Take me along by Heav'n I 'le follow thee But how no Instrument of destiny Heart canst not break like hers how calm she went But mine'â— too big and must with fate be rent Torn from my prison-house why so it shall I 'le rush and leave my brains on yonder wall Dye 't is most fit yet e're the deed be wrought Shall not the blood of Pompey know her fault Yes Gloriana yes thou murd'ring Fair I 'le hollow death and vengeance in thy earâ— Rouze thee from Glorie's grave with potent cries Charm'd like a naked Ghost compell'd to rise Enter Marcellus Mar. I bring the◠〈◊〉 neâ—â— lâ—ve live bu◠〈◊〉 â— Caes. News for thy news look thâ—â—eâ—â—nd biâ— me dyeâ— Mar. My Sister dead Caes. She parted from life's Tree Hard like Green-fruit and she was pluck'd by me Why dost thou bend her life thou canst not mold She is like Alablaster fair but cold Mar. O barbâ—rous Friend Friend I the name disown But 't is thy blood that must her loss attone Thy own curs'd tongue which did her murder boast Has sentenc'd thee to death for ever lost Dye Royal wretch Caes. What does thy arm arrest I have no Sword and proffer thee my breast Why dost thou turn thy melting eyes away I am in hast for death and cannot stay Mar. Thou art not yet so black but my quick sight Through all thy shades can spy some streaks of light Though bloudy thou art valiant and I scorn To give base death to one so Nobly born Thou shalt in equal Duel perish Caes. No Thou wert my Friend and canst not be my Foe 'T is true thy Sister dy'd for love of me Can mortals help what Heav'n sets down shall be Am I in fault To thee I must be so Then right thee here 't will prove a welcome blow Enter Julia. Iul. Caesario live what means my fatal Lord Is 't possible that you can draw your Sword Against your Friend that Friend whose life of late Our pray'rs redeem'd from near approaching fate Mar. Look there and blame the vengeance I shou'd give Is this a Friend does he deserve to live The horrid crime which he has done peruse And then the justice of my â—age excuse Caes. Something in this last treatment shews thee base Thou call'st my crime what my misfortune was Should I have us'd thee thus who wert to me A thousand times more dear then life could be Iul. How e're unfortunate 't was a dread deed At such a sight my Father's eyes will bleed Yet Oh Marcellus spare Caesario's life 'T is due to Friendship and your weeping Wife Sorrow so noble paints his manly look That to the heart I am with pity strook Let his life 's former acts this once perswade For faults perhaps which his ill fortune made Mar. 'T is in the clouds what e're it be and why But my heart says by me he cannot dye But fly be gone to some far desart where Thou maist with safety live thou canst not here For though we spare thee Caesar will not spare Iul. Go go Caesario fly thy threatning fate And fly from those thou mak'st unfortunate Caes. Wretch that I am and terrour to the Earth Where where is now th' advantage of my birth But to be highly miserable no Marcellus yet there 's something leâ—t to do Bring me before we part for ever where I may to Gloriana's guilt appear By Heav'n nor she nor Caesar shall be harm'd For I will go with nought but sorrow arm'd By all remembrance of our Friendships past Grant me this one request for 't is my last Mar. I will do this go not that way my eyes Grow sick and clouds of death before me rise Exeunt SCENE The Emperours Bed-Chamber Gloriana sola drest in white with a Dagger in her hand Tapers c. Glor. He dyes this Idol of the earth shall down That brow that aw'd the World with ev'ry frown This night shall bear its terrours to the Grave There Great Augustus shall his Empire have When he is dead Marcellus must ascend And to high safety call his noble Friend To save my honour and Caesario too What more can Gloriana wish to do O Love how masculine are all my fires With what dread thoughts the God my breast inspires When like a Lion all compos'd to rest The Tyrant leans upon my Virgin-breast In golden dreams expecting boundless bliss I 'le rock him fast for ever fast with this But heark he comes I must my arm prepare I 'le to the Bed and wait