love to see these Actions they will put Spirit into me Is the Princesse ready Iff. She will be presently You stand on thorns now Fat Shall I see 't too Iff. Yes yes my pretty Lady If you 'l sit patient there and weep no more Fat Indeed I will not but I could not hold Lâ—st day they were so cruell could you IFFIDA To see hard-hearted PROGNE stab her Son And all the while the boy cling to her breast And for each wound she gave return a kisse Sof Go y' are fainthearted If. Nay Sir she 's good natur'd Fat This too is some sad story tell me IFFIDA Why do's this woman look so angry here Sof What ailes that old man so to weep I can't Indure to see a man weep it showes cowardly Iff. That fierce Lady MEDEA resolv'd to fly With her new servant JASON from her Father To hinder his pursuit she tore in pieces Her brother ABSYRTUS and bestrewd i th' way His limbs which that old man their father finding He stopt his vaine pursuit oâ—'s cruell Daughter To gather up by peace meal his torn son And seems to bath each piece with teares as if He thought them Cement strong enough to set The tatter'd joynts and flesh again together Fat Was she a sister O I could not do So by you SOFFIE for all the world I care not now for seeing it presented I hate all cruelty so perfectly Yet could I bear a part with that old man And weep as fast as he so infectious Is a just sorrow chiefly in old persons NYMPHADORA SOFFIE FATYMA IFFIDA PAGE WHat ailes my FATYMA to drown her blossomes Of beauty thus in tears Child art not well Fat Yes Madam but this piece is limnd so lively As it doth strain tears from me to embalm Poor torn ABSYRTUS with Nym. Pretty compassion I like this tendernesse in thee but we think This a feign'd story O may reall griefs Ne'r touch thy breast poor thing wilt see it acted Fat It will I fear make me too melancholy Nym. Do as thou wilt my Heart Fat This piece shall be My mâ—lancholly study and sad Tutor When I have either cause or will to weep I le take up this and sit and think I see The tender boy stretcht out his hands unto me For help and sigh because I cannot rescue'him Then think again the old man calls out to me To help him gather up his sons limbs and weep Because I cannot Iff. Pretty innocence Sâ—f Pray Madam let me wait upon your Highnesse To th' Tragedy Nym. Thou shalt sweet-heart Iff. What now Pag. If 't please your grace the Lady FLORADELLA Is lighted at the gate and means a visite Nym. She 's welcome Sof Pish pish now her idle chat Will keep us beyond time Nym. Soft my young Gallant NYMPHADORA FLORADELLA SOFFIE FATYMA IFFIDA HAil my good Lady Flo. Mighty Princesse hail Nym. Please you to sit Flo. How does my little Lady Fat I thank you Madam Flo. And you my Lord Sof Madam At your service Flo. Troth an early courtier How happy are you Madam in these copies Of your fair selfe and your renowned Lord By which you 've fild times sharp teeth and secur'd Your names your formes and natures from the wast Of death and eating age nor is it fit So eminent a beauty and cleer vertue Should for lesse then eternity grace the world Nym. Why Madam give you me the trouble to Speak your words over for these heights of courtship Are but like sounds made in a hollow room In expectation of the Eccho's answer FLo. No Madam by your beauty and that is The greatest Power that I can swear by I Oft lose my self in pleasing Contemplation Of you as Natures and as Fortunes darling By whose best gifts yet can you never be So highly grac'd as you do grace their gifts And them too by your bare receiving them What had the Gods in all their Treasury Oâ— greater worth or lustre then the Prince Your excellent Lord A Prince that striketh dumb Envy and slander and gives Fortune eyes And who could they find worthy to bestow This great result of all their sweat upon But you who yet deserve him every inch Nym. In him indeed I am compleatly happy But he is so far above all deserving As I can plead no merit yet the Gods Themselves have sometimes deign'd a mortall love Flo. In which of all the Gods fortunate Princesse Could you have been so happy as in him With better grace thou Phoebus dost not hold Thy gorgeous rein nor from thy glistring Throne Scatter more beauty or more Majesty A Majesty indeed too great to know Any Superior And now that the King Is bow'd down with the burden of old age The heavy weight of the unweildy Empire Grow but a trouble to his aged shoulders His Crownes are to his head a load no more An ornament It 's fitter his white Age Should now indulge his genius and release His thoughts from all the ruffle of the world And give him time to contemplate the place He tends to every day So should the Prince Make his few daies brighâ—er and easier to him By taking on himself now fit for labour That load of care we call the Soveraignty Nym. Pray Madam give such thoughts no longer breath Thoughts that the loyall Prince and I detest 'T is the base viper gets a life by forcing A violent passage through his Parents bowells 19 My Country Phoenix when he duly mounts His Fathers spicie Throne brings on his wings His honour'd ashes and his funerall odours To shew he climb'd not till his death his seat Flo. Your Highnesse rather should assist his rising By gaining more to 's party which is done With but a gracious look or smile from you ' So prevalent an Oratour is beauty Nym. No by his life and all the love I bear him I 'd rather follow him fairly to his Tombe Perfum'd with that unblemish'd stock of honour He now stands in then that so fouly broke See him untimely thrust into the Throne And justifie my self a loyaller wife In loving more his honour then his life Flo. Unconquerable Vertue if the Gods in secreâ— Give me a Plague 't will be for th' injury I do this noble pattern of all goodnesse Well Madam you may feed upon that air But there are those wish the design on foot And promise to themselves a fair successe So great 's the love they have for the brave Prince An expâ—ctation of a braver King ' For 't is Authority declares the man Nym. I 'l thrive their trai'trous plots Iff. My Lord speak to her Nym. But in his face I read my SOFFIE think 's This conference might be spar'd as well as I For he was wooing me to carry him To see MEDEA play'd at Madam OMAY'S And I am loth to disappoint his hopes Flo. I 'le be no cause of that I 'le wait you thither Nym. You 'l honour me Flo. I 'le go before you one day
To death it shall I 'le kisse it out of him Mâ—h My better Angell ah how poor am I That there are not more worlds then one that I Might cast their crownes into thy lap for this Flo. Your love my Lord shall set me higher then if I rode with HECATE in her ebon Charriot Or held the reins of JUNO's yoaked Peacocks To hold that heart is above all dominion FLORADELLA CLOE HOw stately a thing it is to be a Queen O that I now could but look into Heaven To see how our great sister IUNO shakes Her Scepter ore the world and learn her carriage We now must speak i th' plurall number CLOE Dost thou not see new Majestie spring in us And all our looks speak Queen Clo. Madam I would Fortune had been as free to you as nature Then had that honour long ago rewarded That beauty which did ever merit it Flo. CLOE bestow thy wishes on the needy Fortune has humbled her selfe to us and Ask'd pardon for so long keeping our right From our possession a fault she 'l now amend And be our servant ever Go provide State Ornaments and regall Robes for us Jewells will cost whole Provinces to purchase And yet receive new lustre from our wearing Hast any sisters friends or kinswomen Prefer them to us thou shalt have the favour T' appoint our maids of honour and a set Of servants for us 'gainst our Coronation Dull and insensible what didst thou meet Thy Mothers Ghost this morning fasting that Thou starest so do not our eyes proclaime it And all our steps say they are towards a Throne The poverty of thy soule Clo. She 's mad and raves aside Flo. Have we not taken care for all events That can betide us Have not we remov'd All that stood stiffe and many in our way Goes not the levy's on flow not friends to us Is not the Castle ours and Shiras too Is not all ours Or shall be when I 've given Th' old Dotard King his pasport in a kisse To th' other worâ—d thither a Dag or draught Shall send the Prince and a Plumb SOFFIE Who then is Emperour wench but MAHOMEâ— His head has laid it and his hand shall act it His ready Army shall crush all gain-sayers Clo. Perhaps you too aside Flo. What mutter you me too Clo. O how her Plumes would fall now should I tell her aside What I ore-heard Flo. What is 't you mumble Gossip Clo. Madam you 'l pardon me at your last meeting But one with my Lord MAHOMET I was curious To listen and ore-heard some doubtful words As if he 'd onely serve his turn of you Flo. Pish pish He knew you listned therefore spoke so If so he spoke to try my confidence Perhaps or mock your curiosity No well he knows he never can requite My love with a lesse dowry then the Empire I have deserv'd it of him and I 'l never Be jealous of his love â—lo What toyes doth fancy aside Suggest to us in favour of our selves Well I had best comply Indeed perhaps His great wit play'd with me but could he see me Flo. Yes my selfe saw you Clo. Then 't was so but yet Me thought the maner spoke him serious But sure the Army do's not mean his rule But to restore the Prince Flo. Tush Soldiers know not Their own intents 't is as the Generall pleases Who has an Army up and a strong Purse May work them easily unto any thing 'T is done 't is done my CLOE 't is high time For us to practice Queen-ship thus do we Indulge our hand our trusty maid of honour Clo. May 't please your Majestie then Cloe kisses her hand must I begin To know my selfe and set a higher price Upon my beauty Flo. 'T is indeed a virtue To prize our selves enough CLOE as we passe Bear up our traine so Not so neer our Grace â—lo High ho my Heart I shall have a sweet place MIRZA NYMPHADORA SOFFIE IFFIDA PAGE O The seven Bandogs are let loose againe Upon me HERCULES HERCULES canst not heare Prethee lend me thy club the Lubber's sore With 's labours still and sleeps and hears me not Nym. Why let you him come out thus Sof Alas Madam He broke through's all and cals us all his Hangmen Mir. See! Lightning flashes from their eyes Sof Hark Madam Mâ—r. Every one of them is a match for CYCLOPS Yet will I charge them all alone O O. Nym. O. Iff. Help help Sof Page hold him from violence Mir. Th' hast hit me right TYPHAEUS He runs his head against a Post and falls The Princess turns away astonished and weeps the rest fall down about him thou hast Centaure Nym. O heavens if there be any powers that pitty The miseries of their Creaturâ—s look down on him The fight 's enough to move a heavenly nature Mir. So MIMAS hold PORPHYRIO strike no more I am TYPHAEUS Prisoner Nym. Lay not hands Upon him keep him but from farther hurt Mir. CHARON oh CHARON Pag. Nay my Lord. Mir. Come CHARON Quick sirrah Sculler row me to Elyzâ—um Nym. Alas the frenzies high talk not much to him Mâ—â— But now ha'nt I a halfe-penny for the waftage No matter though I 'l snatch the slaves Oare from him And if he grumbles knock his brains out with it And CERBERVS his too if the Cur snarls at me So I am pas't without a Sop now which Of all my friends shall I first meet Nym. O Gods Give me more ease or else more punishment For I with this can neither die nor live Mir. Who 's that That 's PROSERPINE bewailing of Her Rape the silly wench would faine be with Her Mother again Nym. O make me either happy Again or wretched till you can no more Mir. 'T is so t is she she 's warm and Takes her hand sofâ— as air Sweet PROSERPINE Sof Madam apply your selfe A little to his passion Mâ—r. Beauteous Queen O'th'under world do'nt men when they come hither Though blind above have here their eyes restor'd Nym. Alas I cannot flatter his wild frenzy Sof Pray Madam seem to be what he conceits you Mâ—r. What art thou GANYMED and if thou bee'st Good yellow-tressed Boy intreat thy Master When next he thunders to bestow a bolt On ABBAS head 't will not be cast away The man deserves it but that plague's too quick Desire him rather send him 5 PHINEVS Harpyes He merits them as much as the Arcadian He've put out his Sons eyes too hear'st small skinker Sof Yes and when next I wait I 'l do the errand Iff. He wants no Furies he has all in 's breast Mir. Hah art thou a Furie good TISIPHONE Get thee to Persia then and take thy sister ERINNYS with thee and torment the Tyrant Iff. Well sir he shall not want for torments Mir. Hark yet Prethee new wire thy whip before thou goest And tie more knots on 't take fresh Snakes too with thee He is my Father I 'd have him want nothing 6 May all
made nor shall thy flattering Fate O MIRZA contradict it though thy Troops Stood like a wall about thee nay though IOVE Presse all the Gods to guard thee and should arme Them every one with Thunder I would through I 'l tear the groundsells of thy Towers up And make their nodding spires kisse the Centre But I will reach thy heart thy heart proud Victor The power that I have climb'd to ere my time Cannot be safe if any reach too near it I feel my Crowns totter upon my head Me thinks and see him ready stand to latch them Was I a Prince born to the Persian greatnesse 8. Set equall with the Gods and as ador'd As is 9. the Sun our Brother and shall I Be bearded by a Son a beam of me And like a Cypher add but to his value I will hereafter call thee viper ever If thou canst lose thy filiall Duty I Can lose my Bowells and on thy ruines build A Pyramid to my revenge and safety I that would wrest an Empire from a Father And Brother will not lose it to a Son Still may he fear that dares not to be cruell ABBAS FLORADELLA WHo 's that Flo. 'T is I. Abb. My FLORADELLA Flo. Yes Abb. Enter my sweet welcom as earliest light To th' infant world and with thee ever bring A thousand Comforts to my thoughtfull breast But why doth sadnesse invade Beauties Kingdom And these faire eyes eclips their glorious He kisseth them splendour With vailes of melancholly is 't possible So firmly inthron'd in thy ABBAS Love That all the Gods should make thee know a grief Flo. Alas my Lord the peoples common theam Still grates mine ears no other voice is heard But MIRZA's praises the Gods hear no vowes No prayers but for MIRZA's safety who 's So dull a soul that cannot since he first Led out your armies count his victories As if all were Historiographers And for each blow he dealt return a statue Abb. I 'le kick their sandy fabricks into dust And rear a lasting one of their own heads 10 Higher then that in Spawhawn is to which Their Idolls own shall be the Cupola Flo. They all read Lectures on his actions Till out of breath they pause and then admire Till his encomiums hit the starrs and stick His Idolized name amongst them swearing The lustre of that one puts out the rest You my dear Lord they say lie wallowing here In pleasures and will one day take a surfet A good effeminate Prince whose only act Of worth is that you gat so brave a son Whom as the rising they adore for you They think have passed your Meridian And now are nere your setting Abb. Setting yet I 've heat enough to scorch them all to cinders And see they not the Sun ne'r look so bloody As when he sets Flo. Ah! but my noble Lord How can I look upon this pompous Palace Furnished with spoiles of nations the long train Of early clients that wear my Thresholds out Nay on your honored selfe my excellent Lord But as the Prisoner late condemn'd to death Doth on the pleasant meads the curled groves And silver brooks he passes by as led To execution These he alass must leave She weeps And well I know how dead Kings Paramours Are dealt by by their cruell successors Abb. Why dead why successour but why these tears Which I 'le drie up with kisses and revenge With as much blood of thy fea'rd enemies Be a good huswife of these pearles my dear Too pretious ere to spend ' lesse when I die Thou 'lt shed a few of them t'enbalm me with Who 's that It is the voice of Beltazar Flo. Or Mahomet Allybeg or both Abb. Sit still ABBAS MAHOMET ALLYBEG BELTAZAR FLORADELLA COme come my Lords I 've long expected you Mah. We met i' th way a stop a giddy stream Of people with broad eyes and right-up ears Powring themselves from all parts to 11 the Buzzarr The novelty made us too mixe among them What then made all this concourse â—â—t to hear A Panegyrick sung by hired Eunuchs In adulation of the valiant Mirza Abb. The mountain brought forth a ridiculous Mouse Flo. Heaven grant it proves ridiculous Abb. Heaven it selfe Can't make it otherwise Bell. There were all the deeds Of 12 your great ancestors from Mortys Ally Recounted not as copies to be followed But made as soiles to set off his the better And brought but by comparison to shew How his green valour conquers all example So said the flattering pamphlet Peleus name Stoops to ACHILLES and so SATURN joyes To be ore-topt by JOVE Abb. O most felt flattery Mah. And there exposed they his armed figure In a triumphall Chariot drawn by 13 CYRUS And great 14 DARIUS yoak'd with this inscription As the new Moon the light o' th old devours So do thy actions all thine Ancestours Abb. No more no more seem'd any man of name To countenance this fairy Pagentry Bel. No lesse then great Duke ELCHEE at whose cost It was performed he 's hasting down to 's charge I' th army this was his farewell to 's friends Abb. There 's musick in that voice would many more Of his rank durst oppose us There is gain In mighty rebells Flies and moths may buz About our beard and are not worth the notice Or if we crush them they but foul our fingers 'T is noble prey deserves a Princes stroak And by my Fathers soul they shall not want it Flo. Spoke likâ— thy selfe Mah. Heroick god-like ABBAS Bel. Let not my Soveraign doubt my proved faith That 15 would ope MAHOMET's Shrine at your command If humbly I play the Princes friend And urge but their objections as thus What ever glorious actions are atchiev'd By him or his redound to the Kings glory As all the souldiers to the generalls What common souldier ever gained a Triumph And yet what Generalls single valour conquer'd How then are you made lesse if he grows great Since all his greatnesse is not his but yours Do not the flourishing of the branches adde To the Trees beauty Abb. But luxuriant boughs Not prun'd suck too much moisture from the Tree Bel. What cares the Sea how great the Rivers swell Since all their pride flow into her Abb. But what The Sea doth get in one place in some other It loses and the more he wins upon Th' affections of the people the more I lose Minions too great argue a King too weak Maâ— Great Favourites should be set neare Kings as foiles To set them off not to vie lustre with them A Partner once admitted to a Throne Soon justles out the other th' snakes new skin Once come she casts the old one 16. No where are Two Kings in safety but in Tenerâ—ff And there the one is dead but one alive Bel. But 't is not known the Prince intends a danger Mah. It is not prov'd Abb. 'T is then too late when prov'd To be prevented Flo. Cockatrices eggs Must not be brooded over
so many Kings as that round word Conscience and Soveraign sway are things at odds 'T is mischifes freedom holds up Tyranny Which who so blushes t'own is no right King Abb. No more debate Sentence is justly pass'd The execution rests which what if acted Vpon him i' th army Mah. If the crueltie Chance to disclose it selfe on th' apprehension O' th murderer t' may raise some dangerous tumult All cruell actions must be safely done And all their safetie lies in privacy Abb. Let 's train him up to court and do it here Mah. That thought needs not a second Abb. Cause you then Our secretary t' indite letters to him Here to attend us with all possible speed Where he shall be acquainted with the weight Of the affair that urges his quick comming Provide a messenger of your own knowledge Mah. I know my Pâ—oâ—â—nce Abb. You Lord BELTAZAR Who are not so well known his enemie Though firme enough in our esteem hast down Unto the Army where till he you know Be on his journey hither keep your mask on Then break to the Lievtenant Generall Your power and errand which is to be set With him in joynt commission ore that Army And be the noble partner of our care Bel. My faith shall labour to deserve the trust Abb. And thou my FLORADELLA shalt have work too Be frequent in your visits to the Princesse Extoll the vertues of her gallant Lord And set the wheeles a going Praise gets confidence That opennesse of speech and women be Best spies of womens actions Sift her then What is intended who and where imployed Speak with such confidence as if you meant To force her think you know what never was T is no lesse service to detect close treason Then to vanquish open and avoucht Rebellion Flo. What arts will not my love unto my Lord Infuse into me and what subtle care Abb. You 've all your parts act them but like your selves I le in any study more o' th art of King-craft Bel. Madam I kisse your hands Yours Lord MAHOMET MAHOMET ALLYBEG FLORADELLA THis was well carried there 's another step To our great purpose whilst the Tyrant stood Firmly propt up by his heroick son And his brave Troopes not all the Gods could shake him Now that he ruines him he but lies down For me and therefore thee my FLORADELLA Upon his neck to rise to soveraignty Flo. But what if the successe should thwart the platforme And something intervene to save the Prince Would not the ruine turn upon our selves ' Such deeds are never safe till they be acted Mah. Descend not from thy selfe so low as fear The blow meant him is guided by a hand Sure and steady but if he misses aime This very hand through wounds shall force his soul So doth the love of thee arme me I le wrest The Scepter from JOVES hand but thou shalt have one Flo. Why do you court your own Sir Mah. Therefore deerest Because mine own and worthy a Gods courtship I never meant thee lesse nor have I woo'd thee To leave a Monarchs crowned love to grace A subjects bed but to adorn these Temples With golden wreaths more bright then ARâ—ADNE's And make thy name the subject of all Poetry Then shalt thou trample on the under globe And chuse what part of heaven thou meanst to grace So great is the reward of MAHOMET's love Flo. How growes your strength what men of name and fortunes Espouse your interest Mah. 'T is not yet my time To tempt too many when the heir is gone And all men in a maze then is our houre No Fish shall 'scape us when the water 's troubled In the mean time get thee a party to thee Of the male-spirited Dames that may engage Their sons and husbands they are usefull evills Bosome solicitours are most prevalent Flo. I le find or make such first I 'me for the Princesse MAHOMET ALLYBEG POor credulous Cockatrice thinkst thou I 'le rear My selfe a Throne and set a strumpet with me No he that can crush Princes will not pick Thee out among the rubbish of their ruines Yet must ambition use such poor low things Thou art a good close spie a bosome traitour And a fair bait for some smooth liquorish 18 Sultan Whom I le perhaps buy with thy prostitution But a companion of my Soveraignty Must boast a brighter vertue higher descent One that in making nature toil'd and sweat Such as the excellent Princesse NYMPHADORA Whom when industrious nature once had form'd She broke her mould for never since could she Produce her like she 'l fit our proudest height But her I 'le not assay till I 'me possessed Of my new royaltie then a Princes Throne Is a brave joynture and the name of Queen To a young Widow lusty in her blood Will be a charme hardly to be withstood FARABAN What curses are entaild on wicked pelfe With a bag of mony in his hand We when we want it scratch and plot to get it And when we have it fear to lose it still I dreaded vildly those two craving souldiers That met me at my Merchants dore they were But meanly thatcht me thinks and seem'd to have Sharp stomachs too They watcht and waited on me As Dogs do upon children for their victualls There lie ye till my Tailors long long bill Brings an indictment strongly proved against He locks it up in a Trunk you Thus are we but the Gaolers of our wealth Which although most men make their God is but The Poets slave and mine And but for use Two THEEVES listning Wee 'l rescue your rich prisoner presently They knock Far. Come in Pox on yee it s your tattar'd Rogueships 1 Theef Your humble servant Sir 2 Thief Your servant Sir Far. Gentlemen you 'l excuse me I know you not 1 Thief You shall Sir know us better Please you lend us The key of that same trunk Stir and One of them presents a dag to his breast you die Far. Nay Gentlemen 1. Thief Nay not a word y 'had best Take the keys out of his pocket coÌ„rade-so Now we will eat boy and be warm again The other takes his keyes out of his pocket his watch 1. Thief Hang warmth and eating too Wee 'l drink drink deep 2. Thief drink by the hower and this same watch shall help us To 'scape the Constables Far. But I dare hold A rope of that th' Devill rob'd and thus too Rob'd in a Complement Theves Whilst they go to plunder his Trunk he runs out and gives the Alarum Theeves ho Theeeves 1. The. Pox o' your care could you not stop him 2. The. Now Prethee leave chiding to another time We 've no way but to follow him and cry Out Theeves as loud as he so we i th' hubbub They run after him May hap t' escape 2 The. 'T is best Both. Theevs Theeves ho Theeves SOFFIE FATYMA IFFIDA IS this the story 's to be acted Looking upon a Picture Iff. Yes Sir Sof I
egg on His confidence to make my breast his closet Then either close in what may serve my self Or save my Head by vnraveling his Plots He hath somwhat i th' sorge and hopes my late Disgrace and discontent will make me blow The cole with him though he 'd but use my foot But as the Cats to reach the nut out of The fire for his tooth He 's not to learn That male-contents are tinder for a faction He may remember too that with great Persons New benefits blot not out old injuries He hopes I 'le catch the spark if not for love To him for hate to th' Tyrant who yet perhaps Bids him cast out his lures to tempt my stomach Yet will I see the bait and play with it And since I see it fear not to be hit Who waits there Pag. My Lord Elc. Desire the Gentleman To enter Favours done to followers Oblige their Lords as he that did relieve MINERVA'S weary Priests ingag'd the Goddess ELCHEE SELEUCUS COme sir this masse of love your honour'd Lord Is pleas'd to send me flowes with such a tide Of joy upon me as I shall either die This night or else live forty years the longer Sel. My Lord his honour 's covetous to find Fit objects for his love he 's us'd to say But now he needs not seek abroad your Grace Deserves it all and he is no lesse just To pay desert her due then wise to find it Elc. Y' are too obliging we know his judgement well Whâ—ch yet in nothing's more conspicuous Then in such prudent choice of followers Sel. My Lord when will the Prince Elc. The Prince anon Will be at th' Councell of war there or expect My entrance or else by some attendant Give me but notice of your being there And I 'le present you to his Grace according To your good Lords desire The time draws on I' th interim here 's some will entertain you MOZENDRA SELEUCUS BENEFIAN SELEUCUS hail Sel. Well met dear Colonel Ben. Welcome my better half welcome to th' Camp Moz How looks the Court Sel. As 't uses like a Lottery Where one may draw and draw till he exchanges His whole stock but for blanks and if by chance A Prize do come 't is more by luck then skill And then the noise the Drum and generall cry Follow the fortunate when a thousand others That ventur'd more may sit and curse their starrs Moz A good Satyrick Metaphor in them both Blind fortune rules Ben. But how are Ladies reasonable Sel. Even as they ever were and ever will be Shaddowes shaddows of us pursue them and You may pursue and tire in the chace Seem but to fly they 'l follow and be handled Moz 'T was ever so keep them but sharp and they 'l Obay the lure Ben. Watch them and they 'l be tame Sel. But with frâ—sh oaths songs kisses Duells food Strong and approv'd gorge them and they 'l turne taile Ben. A pretty truth but who bears greatest price Sel. Why faith the plainest th' fairest ever are Most kind and least proud Ben. So And what new loves How thrives the new sect of Platoniques ha Sel. Troth the best Pimp that ever enter'd Court Moz You need not fear the grouth of such a weed Nor hope we better fruit since that 1. the Persians Begun to follow th' Lacaedemonians Ben. Then I 'le up and turn Courtier SELEUCUS Wilt buy my Regiment Mox Prethee BENEFIAN Wilt now turn fly and spend the day in buzzing In Ladies beams till thou hast sing'd thy wings Fie fie the Prince heâ—e shewes thee'nobler game Wilt thou like an ill-handled kite upon Her wings after a noble quarry go Away with paultry check or leave a Partridge To dop after a lark or Robinred-brest Bâ—n There is a Syren in that tongue well I 'le Consider a while of 't But you SELEUCUS Mean to stay with us ha and see some sport Moz Yes yes you will not leave the stag at Bay Sel. Well i 've a Mistrisse I would fain present With a piece of a torn Banner Ben. Well said my Bully HECTOR but hold The Lords o' th Counsell EMANGOLY METHICULI HYDASPUS ALKAHEM MATZED ANd now my Lords what businesse calls loudest To be the first discussed in our Counsell Met. Exchange of Prisoners many we hold of ther 's At needlesse charge as many they of ours Deserving men and stout whom we much want Hyd. Our Regiments and companies are thin Scarce one in ten of them amounts to half The constitution So the Guards are weaker Then else they should and thus hard duty comes Oftner to the same men till the poor souldiers Grumble and faint beneath the load and scarce Are held from mutiny But which is worse A masse of Treasure daily is consum'd On idle officers Parchment Colonells And titular Captains that ne're saw four files Vnder their Ensigns or perhaps no more Then their own groomes or private servants save Some that they borrow'd upon daies of muster Or else pretended to lie sick in Quarters Ema Dead payes are not to be eschewed t is grown An abuse too strong for reformation The rest the Prince has thoughts how to redresse And means it suddenly by casheering and Reforming idle officers and filling all His Regiments which method he intends To be exact to four times i th' year Mat. All gentlemen that come as volunteers Expect commands which yet they measure by The greatnesse of their states not martiall skill A Troop a Company or a Regiment Each novice claimes as due lesse cannot answer A full fortune when for a Princes selfe They that know any thing know t is no disgrace To traile a Pike under a known Commander Hyd. But t is disgrace enough and something more I 'd almost said t is treason t' undertake More then a mans abilitie can perform Since the King suffers in it more then he The King more in his work then he in 's credit Alk. These in their times but first if you concur Some thoughts of the reducing of you City Were seasonable the seige is long and tedious And sicknesse and disease invade our camp As if the foe had made them of their party And that my Lord METHICULI makes good Your proposition that place won we gain Those prisoners whose exchange will cost us dear Mat. My Lord I eccho you What a disgrace Would stick upon our names indeleble As cowardise if our great Princes standard That never yet was fixt in vain before A hostile Fort but useth to display Its selfe still on the Enemies proudest Turret Should now be left alone or which is worse Forc'd to remove Ema Though all the Gods were parties Our Princes stars are of a cleerer light Then so to be eclips'd by th' 2 Turkish Moon Hyd. She 's pale and waines already and his Arme Shall pluck her from her sphear or quench her in it Met. Or daube her hornes with 3 Ottoman blood till she Sets red or shrinks into her Cloud
and wasts Alk. How can it be but so when such a Sun As this appears drowning her sickly light MIRZA EMANGOLY ELCHEE METHICULI HYDASPVS ALKAHEM MATZED MOZENDRA BENEFIAN MY Lords this City stands stiffe in our way But none I hope have any other thoughts Then tempting of our stars till the proud Turrets Bow to our feet and sink in vengefull flames For why should she ere boast a brighter fate Then her as potent sisters that now kisse Our yoak and humbly truckle under us Ema And so shall she and glory in the bondage For to be slave to you is next to win This my Lord ALKAHEM wisely advis'd Should be our first addresse unto your Highnesse Mir. He spoke my thoughts or rather I in him Alk. This I the rather was induc'd to do Because since the two Mines we sprung last day And five former assaults prov'd unsuccessfull And all your Messages met a Rejection I humbly now conceive no storm or scale So fit to be attempted as some stratagem To be advis'd of Mir. Give us but a hint Alk. An 't please your Royall Highness the last sally 'T was my fortune to make two young men Prisoners Whom by their civill fashion and demeanour I judg'd and found to be men of the Book Rather engag'd by novelty to see Something of war then any way expert In these rough meetings these I had into My Tent where being well warm'd with 4. Shiras wine They fell into a freedom of discourse And among other things assured me They in the City had receiv'd a Promise From OSMANHELI their old Governour Of succours within four dayes for which service He was prepar'd and stay'd but for some Gallies And Frigots to convoy him and inable him To passe through our Fleet which Navy he had A good assurance would attend him shortly And these are th' onely hopes hold up their hearts And keep their Gates shut 'gainst your Royal Highness Neither is this discovery the effect But of their drink for sober they confirm it Elc. The same a Page of mine lately their Prisoner Who mad's escape in the same sally told me He learnt i th' Town Mat. It is the generall voice Among the meaner Prisoners who hug their Condition and joy they are with us That they may eat again famine within Rages so strongly Moz Hopes of this supply They say do onely keep the Town from uproar Ben. The starved Souldiers fly upon their Leaders And cry with a half hollow voice Bread Bread For heavens sake Bread when shall we eat again They answer do but smell upon your Matches Four dayes longer then by th' life of 5 MORAT If no help comes we 'l make our best conditions Met. It seems 't is a conceit strongly believ'd That they shall have reliefe Alk. Believ'd my Lord They every hour trace the sands the walls They climb and Turrets peep through Prospectives And if they but descry a Sea-gull 't is A Sail and if a flock O that 's the Navy Till lost again they chide their credulous faith And curse the two crosse winds till their own sighs But make them stronger to defeat their joyes Hyd. I had the guard last night and intercepted A messenger in disguise from the said OSMAN With Letters sown in 's 6 Tulipant spoke the same These be the Letters and the Postscript fixes The time two dayes or three at farthest Mâ—r. Good And you conceive now we may send a Party Fresh flourishing in the Enemies Colours who By this pretence may gain perhaps admittance And so surprize the Town Ema 'T is probable Alk. 'T is certain Mat. Nay 't is more 't is done already Mâ—r. Well since you 've such a confidence we 'l try it The Prince lightly peruses the Letters then gives them to the Lords who hand them from one to another You my good Lord METHICVLI shall command In this design to whom we 'l joyne your Regiment HYDASPVS and yours ALKAHEM and yours MATZED Met. Our care shall not be wanting Mir. Have the Brigads Ready t'imbarque by the first light o'th'morning In the mean time we 'l send unto our Admirall That riding in the gulph blocks up the Town To bring ships down unto the Haven this night For to transport you in those must you wing With Turkish Flags and Streamers and acquaint him With the adventure that you passe the Fleet In the next night yet not without some skirmish To work the greater confidence ith'City That you are foes to us and their recruits Yet least discovery frustrates the project Keep your selves whole that you may so make good Your quick retreat You my Lord ELCHEE At the same time shall storm on the Land side To give the greater terrour and diversion To the Towns strength so fortune aid the attempt My selfe and you EMANGOLY will be ready Either to enter with the Horse or succour Our friends if they be forc'd to a retreat Alk. If this succeeds ' â—is but our keeping up The Turkish Colours on the Towers awhile And we shall so traine in the succours sent For th'Towns reliefe who ignorant of its taking Once landed can't scape us Mâ—r. Grasp not too much Ema The Action promises well To Elchee in secret Ben. My Lord SELEVCVS Attends without Elc. Sir you 'l oblige me if You 'l please to bring him in and I 'l present him Mâ—r. MOZENDRA let it be your care to make Our Admirall know our project and desire Of Ships from him Mâ—z Sir I am gone about it SELEVCVS To them ALl hail Elc. May 't please your Grace this Gentleman Is come from Court with Letters for your Highnesse From your dread Father Mir. He is welcome Sir How fares our Royall Father Sel. By me he sends Your Highnesse twenty thousand blessings and Is kept in health if but by the relation Of your renown which gives him hourly musick So gratefull to his Majesty is your fame Mir. We 'l study to requite his love with duty Met. My Lord HYDASPVS and you ALKAHEM He delivers his Letters to the Prince kisses his hand and retires The Prince opens reads them to himselfe And you MATZED will all be sure to bring Down to the Haven before the Moon arises Your Regiments where you shall find me ready To lead you aboard the Ships I need not doubt They being my MOZENDRA'S care Hyd. Do'nt doubt me Alk. Nor me Mat. Nor me He starts Mâ—r. Sure I red not right Hyd. His message likes him not Mir. O for an Augur Ema Good heaven what an Oglio of thoughts His Highnesse has in 's face Mat. He reads disturbance In very line Ben. What bold blind fate dares thwart him Mir. 'T is so Well Souldiers may'nt dispute their orders My Lord I 've here commands come from my Father Forthwith to wait upon him and I dare Think nothing but obedience But O in What a Dilemma between duty and honour Stand I Honour calls to me from the house Of Fame built all of sounding
Brass and what Wilt thou sayes she that hast given up thy name To me go wanton in the Courts soft pleasures When yet the field is cover'd with thy Army And new attempts resolv'd Alk. Heare heare her sir. Mâ—r. Then filial duty calls loud from the Temple T' obey is your chiefe honour the contrary Would fix more staines upon your Name then all The Ottoman blood could you set it a Tilt Could ever wash away O strait who sayes not To go is Cowardize to stay Rebellion Ema Excuse me sir were it not blasphemy 'Gainst our great 7 MITHRA to say the Sun wants light When he doth but keep state in gloomy dayes No no your Highness have possess'd the world Enough with your known valour now no spot Will stick to you besides who knows your business Your Highness going may be necessary And so your journey give more honour to you Then kicking ope this Towns Gates with your foot Met. O' th' other side some handsome excuse may Give satisfaction to the King till this Design be over and not incur displeasure Ema It may so yet why should our Lord the Prince Run that hazard his stay may do him hurt In losing th' opportunity of some Action Sure of concernment else the King would not Have sent knowing the weight of his work here Or worse it may provoke his Fathers anger At least suspition His going cannot harm him This Plot is so contriv'd as we may act it Nor need the common Souldier know he 's gone Put one into his Armour to disguize it When he is there if the affair be urgent 'T is well he went if not he may return To us before the Action Mâ—r. I 'm confirm'd Obedience possesses me all over I le up and down again quick as your thought If I be forc't to stay go on and prosper But duty bears me not faster to him Then Love and honour shall again to you And so adieu my Lords Ema Heaven keep your Highness Elc. Go safe Met. And safe return Hyd. And well as safe BELTAZAR EMANGOLY ELCHEE METHICVLI Hâ—DASPVS ALKAHEM MATZED BENEFIAN HAil my Lord Duke of Shiras Ema My Lord BELTAZAR What wind wast drave hither trow In secret Elc. No good one You may be confident Bel. Save you my Lords Ema O my apprehensive soul I 'd give Aside An eye my Lord the Prince were here again Bel. 'T is thus in short my Lords His Majestie Dreading some sickness growing strong upon him Hyd. He was in health even now Aside Alk. Stay sir observe Bel. Thought good to send down for his Sonne the Prince The staffe of his old age to be about him And has done me the honour to command me Hither to stand in joynt Commission over Th' Army with you My Lord EMANGOLY My honour'd Colleague Ema Your standing is my fall Aside Bel. My Lords methinks I see and grieve to see Something like Discontent in all your faces Ema I 'm justly proud sir to be joyned with So eminent a Vertue but this in this Conjuncture of time I think was ill advis'd Now when the Army is neer worried out In a long war to tear their darling from them Will rellish ill Ben. I 'l up and turn Platonick Met. And I Stoick Mat. I le to my Farm and there They whisper Sow Mustard-seed the Prince gone farewell Arms. Elc. This is a trick the Prince nere dreamt of it Alk. A bait to lure him up and lodge him O. Ema My Lord his Highness ere we lost him laid The Plat-form of a Plot to gain this City By a surprize till that be done wil't please you To keep close your Commission lest th'novelty Disturbs the Action Bel. Sir I 'l be advis'd In this and all things by your better judgement Met. We all do know our duties let 's attend them Ema Go then my Lords I 'l follow or I thinke We had as good let this adventure fall 'T was but to please the Prince Bel. Sir as you please I 've some dispatches those over I am yours EMANGOLY ELCHEE METHICULI HYDASPUS ALKAHEM MATZED BENEFIAN THe Prince call'd up to stay and one sent down To take his place and that a Courtier too Plot of some Turk to ruine Persia By striking her good Genius Impudent head Worthy a thousand thunderbolts that durst Once mention it why stay we in the Army There 's not a Captains place now to be given But some Court-Madam must dispose it to Perhaps some little leg'd Gentleman-Usher Ben. Or decay'd Stallion Elc. Though we toil'd and sweat To purchase honour for the Prince we will not That BELTAZAR shall share with us Ema Shall I Be coupled now after so many Triumphs With a Court Spaniell I 'le let the Turk in first Say my good Lords what can you shrug and fawn And complement your Generall is a Courtier Now you must fight in method exercise Your men as in a Dance Met. Pox let all fall Hyd. Best call MOZENDRA back and le ts do nothing Mat. But mutiny Elk. Or at beâ—t raise the Siege Ema The shame wil not be ours but the dul Kings That knowes â—ot how to prize a worthy Son Omneâ— With all our hearts Met. Let'â—hold together then And we are safe Ema You are an Oracle The King shall know that nothing shall be done Lesse we be pleas'd and have again his Son BELTAZAR SELEUCUS SELEUCUS is thy Post upon his wings T' inform thy master of the Princes coming Sel. My Lord I have dispatch'd him Bel. Prethee stay him For my Packet Sel. My Lord I 'l after him Bel. Do so and then the King shall know he must not Pull down his Son and let these great ones stand That are but his dependents pieces of him They 're grown too great to obey any but Their Prince and will not brook my rising ore them And yet to speak my conscience they 're but honest And do but what I should yet now that is not The way to thrive and so may well be lov'd And wished but not practis'd without losse As he that fells an Elm must also fell The Ivy Vine and under shrubbs that dwell Beneath his shade and cling in loving sort About his bole some but for their support Some to suck sap from him So who 'd remove A Prince or great man strong i th' Peoples love Must strike his followers too A mighty man Doth never fall alone no more then can The beams and columns of a Palace and The Rafters and the sparrs unmoved stand CHORUS WHat dire effects evill Counsell workes Even to unhinging greatest states It doth allure with specious baits But underneath foul Poison lurkes The Prince to please a factious few Must rob himself even of his best Of friends and discontent the rest Which he may ever after rue This happens when the Princes ear Is open droâ—n'd in soft delight Unto the bosom Favorite Or undermining Flatterer How hard and difficult a thing Almost above the power of man Or
Father Mother brother But for a dungeon She weeps Abb. Come these thoughts will over As time and more discretion wins upon thee â—ts fit thou be as free from the reward Of his foul treasons as thou wert from them He may be yet restor'd how ere his Name Though stain'd with this one blot shall ever stand Full and Majestick in great Historie For noble acts yet shall those Histories And after times boast thee his chiefest Act That fame him most But which of all the pleasures That court thee here dost thou most favour child Fat Musick it feeds my melancholy and Brings Paradise into my thoughts OLYMPA Tells me the soul is only harmony And Musick built the world Abb. Come child within Thou shalt have some shall please thee Fat 'T must be sad then MAHOMET-ALLYBEG ELCHEE HE was indeed the very soul of war The thunderbolt had TYPAEUS fought like him Great JOVE had been his Prisoner Elc. Heavens whose ears Have not his Trumpets tingled in what fears In Persia's foes have his brac'd Drums awak'd What enemies face has not his hand besmear'd With blood and glorious dust what land what fields Has not his sword manur'd with hostile blood Whose triumphs have not his deafned his heard To and beyond 1 Byzantiums walls of fire Mah. But now O lost lost is our hope our glory And fortune of our name except Elc. Except My Lord and can yet all the Gods if they Should sit in counsell form a remedie Mah. Yes yes dear ELCHEE there 's a way yet open To rescue Persia's glory and our comfort Elc. O speak it and be our good Genius Mah. And 't is my Lord a way wherein the Love I bear to you would have you high and eminent Nature and vertue have done their parts in you And Art and education better'd both The dignities and honours that you hold Are no more then your birth assign'd you to Were your parts lesse I 'd have those scores of merit You 've put upon the age paid double to you But how the course the King now takes will do it Your new disgrace at Court assures you So that if justice honour or endearments Were silent all the many disobligements The King has given you call you loud enough To th'Princes Party Elc. I my Lord have studied Not to divide my soveraigne from himselfe His interest and the Princes I count one How ere his anger has now sever'd them And were I once assured in my reason That his dis-favour of the Prince were just I 'd onely mourn his fall as much from Vertue As from his honours Mah. 'T is but the jealousie Of 's guilty mind perswades this cruelty To th' Prince and to himselfe he being his hope Good JOVE what fears what doubtful apprehensions Do wicked Actions leave in cruell minds His Fathers Ghost and Brothers haunt him daily And MIRZA he thinks must needs requite the blows He gave to them Nor will this humour cease But grow upon him still with its fond Nurse Old testy age that 's subject in its self To fears and doubts and sees all dangers double Elc. That 's his disease my Lord but now the cure Mah. What but a hard and seeming violent one Why may'nt you martiall men rally your powers Free the brave Prince secure his hopefull Son And then maintain 't and force his frenzy from him Elc. That looks too like Rebellion Mah. O successe Is a rare paint that which succeeds is good When the same Action if it failes is naught Elc. Indeed would the young SOFFIE were safe Mah. To wish it onely is but womanish Attempt it and he is Think but my Lord The innocent Babe calls from his prison to us And are these hands that never could deserve them So soon for fetters Believe it DAMOCLES sword Hung not by a less threed then the Kings doth Ore that sweet hope of Persia one mad fit Destroyes the race and glory of the Empire He grows apace and the old Tyrant knows The children whose Parents have been wrong'd Inherit all their hatred and are dangerous What factions then what numbers of Pretenders Will not with force assert their fancied Titles And shalt thou fairest Mother Persia be Torn by the factious hands of thine own Children Forbid it Heaven Elc. MIRZA'S deserts plead too Mah. Yes and that loud shall I that spar'd no blood No toyl dear quondam Souldiers to adorne Your heads with Palm your memories with fame Now pine and find no courteous hand will knock My unworthy shackles off Is Honour Love And Gratitude all blinded with me too Elc. Who should begin Mah. It works it works why you Or Lor any body well begun The work 's more then halfe ended A small force And handsome Declaration will find none Such Enemies to themselves as to oppose Nor do the Princes high deserts his Sons Apparant danger or our Honours call Louder then our own safeties they are too At stake He whose wild rage could reach a Father Brother Son and I may say a Grand-child Will not spare us but you or I or any May daily feed the monster of his fury Elc. 'T is but too probable like a mad man he 'l Hurl stones at all alike Mah. And like a mad man His present state appears with sorrow I See him like one distracted about to murder His best friends and himselfe and doth not this Condition call for helpe O let us pitty The Father of our Country and interpose Betweene his fury and his violence 'T is Duty not Rebellion We 'l restore him To 's wits againe and then he 'l thank us all For hindring's making of himselfe away How would the young mad Greek have hugg'd that servant Had hindr'd him in 's drunken frolick from Murdering his friend Elc. Our ABBAS jealousie Is no lesse wild then ALEXANDER'S wine Both perfect madnesse and the fit once over He 'l see his error and be sorry too Mah. Then how shall they appeare lovely in story Firm in the Kings the Princes Peoples loves That like good Angels sav'd all that was deare Mong us to Gods to Honour and the Empire An Action no lesse glorious then is ATLAS His bearing up the sinking Globe from ruine Elc. My Lord EMANGOLY is well belov'd And now enough incens'd to make the head Of the design 't will work his reconcilement With the King too Mah. No no my Lord why should you Thrust from your selfe so fair a fortune do 't And let me serve you in 't your hand my head Our Purses and our friends together do it Besides EMANGOLY is too much disgrac'd And men will say his hatred to the King And not his love or to the Prince or Empire Put him in Armes Elc. They 'l say the same of me Bear you the name head both the act and Plot. Mah. I ne'r meant other 2 good aside Gelden but to ride you Elc. I shall have honour enough in serving you Mah. Well Sir I le be no courtier with
ears may be your certain witnesses Fail you they cannot clap a Guard on us Send but another Guard to OMAY'S House There may you apprehend most of the Traitors There at this instant hold they their black counsell Abb. No lie can bee avouch 't with thus much forehead EMANGOLY thou hast deserv'd much of me And you HYDASPVS first we cry you mercy For our too much rigour to you both Wee 'l study an amends if this be true If not you both die without further process Ema Sir be it so Hyd. Yes so my Liege we 'd have it Abb. Come then our selfe will goe to OMAY'S house 'T is worth our pains you shall attend me thither Ema Your Majestie still meets our wishes neerer Abb. Is BELTAZAR engag'd Ema No surely sir We believe him too honest and a spirit Too great to truckle to base ALLYBEG Though he had the mis-fortune to be us'd I' th Princes ruine we might see regret And an unwillingnesse in him to th' action Abb. He did indeed I think obey for fear Nor did he more then what our own commands Did urge so we 've no ground for wrath to him Him then we 'l keep in favour still and call T' attend us to unkennell the base Fox First send for FARRABAN and make him sure Then plant a Guard upon the Cittadell Ema It will be best sir. Abb. Guard attend us here FLORADELLA OLYMPA EARINA OMAY CLOE WOmen are still most forward in great actions I wonder yet none of the Lords are come Oly. All in Good time Madam 't is a close day Me thinks it'bodes not well I like it not Flo. The day is as it should be close and dark And fittest for our Plot that must be secret Ear. The Sun perhaps mourns for poor FATYMA Oly. O that sad accident takes up my mind I 'm almost statue still Oma 'T was sad and cruell Flo. Ladies you see 't is more then time we help Poor Persia from ruining her selfe To which she hasts amaine Clo. Madam my Lords MAHOMET-ALLY-BEG ELCHEE MOZENDRA BENEFIAN FLORADELLA OLYMPA EARINA OMAY CLOE SAve you Ladies Elc. Hail beauties all aâ—row Flo. Hail Persia's Genius Oly. Hail my honour'd Lord. Mah. Are we all here Moz I see not FARRABAN Elc. FARRABAN wanting Mah. What makes him so slow Flo. Slow y' are all Snails to us you must confesse The Ladies still most active we 'l not lose Our shares of glory Elc. FARRABAN not here I like it not Flo. My Lord he 's gain'd already Ear. So we are all I hope Flo. I 'l engage for him What you here order him he shall be ready Upon first intimation to perform He may be busie searching SOFFIE up You heard the Kings threats if he were not found Mah. Would he were found Flo. Let not that trouble you 1 If we cannot recover him give out He is baptiz'd and so incapable 'T is no new way in India ASSAPH did it And well it took My Lord you are not cheerfull Elc. MAHOMET'S troubled Oly. 'T is for PARRABAN To Olym. Ben. What! doe's my Lord Court her To Moâ— to be her Guardian Now had I rather talke of Love and Court-ship To EARINA then these state-affaires How well she looks Moz Fie Flesh-flie hold your peace Secret Flo. My Lord I hope you flag not To Maâ—â— will you saile Bravely three quarters of your course out-ride Many a storm break thousand raging waves And then sink in the Haven Mah. My soul is dull And dreads some treachery never till now Knew I what 't was to fear Flo. Come sacrifice To confidence she 'l carry you through all I 'l promise largely when we come to th'Loane More then you must expect to bring them on Ear. But sure we came not here to whisper sirs Oma No I did think our businesse had been publique Mah. Rouze my dull soul Publique indeed it is And private too it must be the Consult Private the benefit most publique shall be Flo. Now he 's himselfe againe Death aside dead ith'nest Mah. And reach to all old men shall owe that short Portion of life by natures course they hold And reverend Matrons their white age to us Those shall thank us they see their manly Sons Spend in soft exercise their peacefull time And that themselves sit in their chimny-corners Telling the loved stories of their youth And feel not at their wither'd throats the swords Of foes to force them to detect their wealth And these that they enjoy their blooming daughters Unravished and see their Grand-children Come skipping on their aged knees and not Sprawling upon the Enemies hostile Speares The Nurse shall owe to us that her dear childe Doth suck her milk still and not she its blood So to sustaine a while her famish'd soul. The Gods shall be indebted unto us That still their Temples stand and do not crack In sacrilegious flames the Genius Of every City that he is not forc'd To leave his walk or wander ' â—out the ruines The dead that fury ransack not their Urnes And puffe their ashes in the face of light Th' unborn that we procur'd them time to ripen And that they fell not blasted ere they blow'd The benefit shall to the meanest Swaine Extend that toyls in the Parmenian fields And farthest parts the Persian name doth reach To us his morning and his evening thanks Shall he ere pay for that his wretched eyes See not the battering hoofs of wastfâ—ll Troops Trample his hopefull Corne and springing grasse For that the sheafes ar'nt from his reaping hand Torn by the Foe nor his full Barns blaze high With dreadfull flames nor stalled Cattel low Under the plundering Souldiers hungry blade For that the hated noise of bellowing Drums Fright him not from his Plough with fear of pressing Ber. He shepheardesses thanks might promise too For having time to sing still and make To Moz in secret Chaplets Moz Those thanks shall you reap Ben. Those I chiefly covet I soon can tell them how they may requite me Mah. This generall good must unto all accrue By our incountring of that violent torrent Of ruine that flows strongly towards all And will ore-whelm us if not stopt in time Is not our aged King alas given up To dotage and unneedful jealousie Has he not cast down his chiefe prop the Prince Disbanded his strong Armies so the Empire Lies open to her Foes like as a Vineyard To the wild beasts its fence being trodden down Elc. Princes were given to defend their subjects If he 'l quit the Protection of us Yet must not we quit our own safeties Mah. True Doth not the royall stock decay apace One of the best and fairest branches of it Is torn away to death Oly. O that the Tyrants Selfe had excused her Mah. An act so horrid The Sun ne'r shin'd out since but hid for shame His face with clouds the other forc'd to hide Perhaps in some foul shed poor and forlorn His innocent head from his hard Grand-father And
sworn thou ne'r shouldst feel death from our hand We 'l keep our Oath but leave it to our Heir A strict command that on my funerall day Thou dyest 5 the ancient death of boats Maâ— Then have I Great MITHRIDATES for my pattern Abb. Mean while Officers lead him to the publique market There let the common Hangman bore his eyes out In a Dungeon shall he sustain his life With what he gets by begging onely Mah. Nay I 'l then sustain my soul with full mouth'd curses To thee meant and the rest of my undoers Especially that open Sex whose souls are So loose they cannot keep them in their breasts But they will still swim on their lips Abb. VASCO To thee we do decree his whole Estate And our best thanks for thy discovery Vas. I humbly thank your Majestie Abb. Let Souldiers Go pull down all his Palaces and Statues And make a Jakes there where his chief house stood Ema Admired Justice Omnes Equall equall Justice Mah. Do do ball on Abb. You strumpet are the next Mah. But that I scorn to ask it might I heare Her sentence and I 'de triumph in mine own Flo. Envious villaine Abb. Away with him he shall not Give so much pleasure to his envious soul. Mah. Write on my dust DY'D All ills betide you Abb. Lead that impious wretch To th'publique Market there 6 beat her brains out i th' ancient way ordain'd for Poysoners As for the murder of her Queen STATIRA Base GIGIS dy'd then 7 burn her limbs with Cats dung Flo. Mercy great sir. Abb. Thou hast too much in dying But that we are not rigorous to thy Sex Away with her Flo. O this is a sad fall Abb. All her Estate to CLOE we confer 'T is fit she have reward t'incourage others Though she not meant to do us good she did it Clo. Indeed my Gracious Lord I ever meant it I humbly thank your Majestie Vas. See now CLOE Secret I counsell'd you for th' best Come I 'm still constant Our businesse here is over we 'l to better Abb. Take FARRABAN with the rest and strangle him Far. O mercy mercy Abb. Quick away with him Far. The Citadell cost me faire O dire ambition Abb. The Citadel we give thee ALKAHEM Alk. I hope to do you better service in it Abb. We doubt it not Now ELCHEE Ben Now now I feel the Bow-string at my throat Moz Nay sure Secret He 'l let us die like Souldiers Abb. Though we credit The good of your intention yet your life Is by your hasty error forfeited But that we give you and confine you onely To th' I le of Ormus whence on good behaviour We may recall you Elc. Thanks dread Soveraigne I hope my carriage will induce you to it My feare was never so great of your justice As griefe for the rash error I ran into And so insnar'd my friends Met. Troth I believe him Ben. Sure he 'l send us thither too MOZENDRA Are there any handsome Ladies there canst tell Moz I care not so there be a Book I 'l Secret never Converse but with the dead hereafter I. Ema This true repentance speaks him noble Abb. Yes Your two friends shall attend you Eâ—c A noble mercy Moz Long live the Gracious ABBAS Ben. More then live Met. My Lord my love to you remaines To Elchee still firm And eggs me on to prompt a way unto you How you may happily avoid exilement Secret The Kings rigour I know will not extend To th'Ladies lives yet in the fright they stand in They will do any thing may get them mercy Urge them to promise if they have their lives To give the King in gratitude those summes They ingag'd for to the Traytors then be you Their speaker to him and he can't in honour Urg'd by my meditation but receive The favour as from you and shew you grace Elc. My Lord my humble thanks I will atttempt it Abb. But MATZED for examples Elchee whispers wâ—th the Ladies sake must die Being ith'very act of Treason raising Of Arms against us You my Lord HYDASPUS Take a Brigade of our own Guards and hast Down to Hyrcania to apprehend him Strike off his head to you the Government Of that fair Province we assigne until If he deserves it we recall Duke ELCHEE Hyd. I wish he may mean while I shall be carefull Abb. EMANGOLY send you some trusty person To Shiras arm'd to seize SELEUCUS there And strike off his head too Ema My Liege I will Abb. These Ladies still expect how shall we use them Ear. Oma O my good Lord. Oly. There 's mercy in his looks Ema Sir they' are beneath your anger they can't hurt you Nor stands it with the honour of great States To take strict notice of vain womans actions Abb. Well mercy is no lesse a virtue royal Then justice and 't is fit we shew some since Heaven has shewn us so much we pardon you Ladies hereafter pray avoid state-matters Oma Ear. We will we will my Lord. Oly. Our humble thanks Omnes Long live King ABBAS long long-live the King Elc. You 'l keep your words To the Ladies Oly Ear. Oma Yes yes my Lord we will Elc. May 't please your Majestie these noble Ladies Not to say by my instinct do resent So heartily your royal favour to them As to their powers to attempt gratitude Whereas their error late involv'd them in A promise of considerable summes To'advance what they thought duty but proves treason As testimonies of their thankfulnesse For pardoning them that fault they humbly pray Your sacred Majestie to accept those sums Towards the raising of your force again T is 'mong them all an hundred thousand Crowns Em. A brave amends Alk. A noble gratitude Abb. Ladies we thank your loves Oly. And we your mercy Abb. METHICULI'S Treasurer Oly. My Lord we will Attend you anon at the Exchequer Met. Now They do deserve their Pardon and I 'd almost Said ELCHEE merits his too for procuring These donatives it proves his loyalty Ben. Hark! hark Abb. ELCHEE for improving thus Your interest with the Ladies to our service We do revoke your sentence of exilement Elc. My best thanks and indeavours still shall serve you Met. These two offended sir but on his score They 're his dependents Abb. Them we pardon too Ben. Our humble thanks Moz We 'l labour to deserve it Elc. My Lord I am your Creature for To Methiculi your hint Met. I joy my love could prove behooffull to you Moz A fair escape Ben. A Resurrection I 'le Ne'r hazzard more so high a member as My neck VENUS is my star Abb. This were a happy day were SOFFIE found Ema And the brave Prince restor'd Abb. That he shall be Ema Then SOFFI's safe sir Abb. Thou wert born t' oblige me Where my good Genius Ema In METHICVâ—'s care And mine and now forth comming at your service Abb. Go METHICULI bring him to th' Castle Wee 'l meet thee