Centaurs also were whom Virgil Aen. 6. placeth in Stables in hell But he is generally said to have been the son of Saturn and Phillyra So Pindar Pyth. od 4. And Virgil lib. 3. Georg v 550. Phillyrides Chiron according to the custom of the Greeks who were wont to give the Parent 's names to the children Servius on the place affirmeth the same This Chiron the justest of all the Centaurs as Statius representeth him was Master not onely to Achilles but to Hercules also Iason Aesculapius Castor and others Apollon Argonaut lib. 3. Hermippus stâ—â—eth him 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Centaurum sapientem in Clemens Alexanâ—rinus Strom. lib. 1. He first taught men to love justice shewing the sacred Rites of the gods the figures and natures of the heavenly bodies His reputation was so great that some of the Aâ—haians sacrificed to him as Eâ—sebius writeth lib. 4. Prepar Evang. citing Monimus 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 A poysoned arrow of Hercules by chance wounding Châ—ron's foot he desired death but could not obtain it being the issue of immortall parents At last Iupiter advanced him to be a signe in Heaven called Sagiâ—â—arius Armaâ—â—sque arcu Chiron Virgil de XII Signis So Seneca Thyest. act 4 Lucian in his Dialogue between Menippus and Chiron maketh Chiron give another reason Why he was out of Love with immortality here Because this life wanteth variety and is nothing but the repetition and doing again and again of the same things And he promised himselfe in the other World to be free from Thirst and Hunger and whatsoever begetteth care And though Lucian maketh Menippus advise the Centaure not to feed himselfe with hopes of that nature yet we may have a better opinion of his wishes having more knowledge of the joys of the next life and enough of this to be of Plutarch's mind Consolat ad Apollonium Terra malis scatet adversis pelagusque redundat O Mors veni nostris certus medicus malis Qui portâ—s humanis es tempestatibus Aeschylus ibid. The Earth hath no such plenty as her woes The Ocean too with misery o'reflows Come Death thou cure of all this misery The Port where all from storms securely lie 62. The Tritons swim These by the Poets are commonly called Neptune's Trumpeters and were the issue of him and Salacia Servins in Aeneid 1. That excellent Trumpeter Misenus oweth his death to the malice of a Triton Aen. 6. v. 170. Sed tum fortè cava dum personat aequora concha Demens cantu vocat in certamina Divos Aemulus exceptum Triton si credere dignum est Inter saxa virum spumosa immerserat undâ— But on a Rock whilst he by chance the charms Of Mars rung out and all the gods alarms With the loud challenge from his wreathed shell If it be worth belief what others tell Whirl'd by an envious Triton from that height Among the rocks and waves he found his fate So Virgil Aen. 10. v. 209. Ovid Metam l. r. v. 333. and Claudian de Nuptiis Honorii Mariae give Triton the character of Neptuue's Trumpeter Seneca Troad act 2. Triton cecinit hymenaeum that is with his shell or trumpet for none ascribe human voice to a Triton Plinie lib. 9. c. 5. saith The Emperor Tiberius was told That a Triton was seen in a cave winding a shell Gillius in Additionib ad Aelian and Alexander ab Alex. lib. 3. cap. 8. relate That there was a Fountain near the Sea-shore frequently used by the Inhabiâ—ants whence women and virgins fetched water daily which a Triton that lay hid on the shore espying on a sudden ravished one of them which his hot fancy had most liking to And that afterwards he being caught in a snare and imprisoned died for grief The same Author reporteth that one Trapâ—zuntius to whom he affordeth a fair character told some friends That he had seen a Maid of an exceeding beauty playing in the Sea and ever and anon from the middle upward appeaâ—ing above the water till at length perceiving she was discovered she plunged her self into the Deep Claudius the Emperor by a device made a Triton appear in the middle of a Lake rising out of the water and sounding a Trumpet Sueton. in Claudio c. 21. Which spectacle was afteward commonly shewed in the Theaters as Casaubon on that place relateth 73. By the bold Iason Statius here glanceth at the story of Iason's ravishing Medea with the golden Fleece comparing that act of his with this of Paris Iason was the first who violated the Sea's reserved rights as Seneca Medea act 3. chor ult It was the opinion formerly that Seas were set as bounds to confine every man within his own Country and that no man's ambition should aim at more than the higher powers had placed him in This among others Seneca Hippol. act 2. maketh an argument of the innocency of the Antients Nondum secabant credulae pontum rates Sua quisque nôrat maria â—o ventrous ship trusted the waves or wind But all men were with their own Seas confin'd 76. By the rash Iudge of Ida. Paris whose judgment is accus'd of rashnesse because he preferred Pleasure before Wisdom or Empire and because his fond choice was his Countrie 's ruine Horat. lib. 3. Carâ—â— Od. 3. Ilion Ilion Fatal is incestusque judex Et mulier peregrina vertit In pulverem Troy by a fatall Judge's lust And a strange Woman turn'd to dust So Seneca Troad act 1. calleth him The fatall Iudgeâ— Wherefore our Poet justly giveth him here the title of a rash one For any thing that is fatall is hardly to be freed from the imputation of Rashnesse 79. A Foster-child Venus who was bred of the Ocean as Hesiod in Theog and Pausanias in Corinthiacis relate By Seneca Hippol. act 1. she is called Diva generata ponto This was the greatest reason that Leander encouraged himself withall to swim over the Hellespont Musaeus vers 248. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 why dost thou fear the waves Know'st thou not Venus from the Sea first came Mistresse both of the Ocean and my flame Servius in Aen. 5. writeth that Venus was therefore said to be born of the Sea quia dicunt Physici sudorem salsum esse quem semper elicit coitus Hence the Myrtle was consecrated to Venus because that Tree prospereth best on the Sea-shore Like this is that of Coelius Rhodiginus lib. 14. c. 4. Lascivos Graeci 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 vocant i. e. humidos c. because Venereall appetites proceed from moisture Hence Poets took occasion to feign that Venus sprung from the Ocean Caspar Bartholinus Adversar l. 21. c. 22. giveth this Mythologie Eam Fabulam aliquando arbitratus sum exinde venire quod Venus prima quaestûs faciendi causâ corpus prostituit velut insatiabile pelagus omnes ad se trahens I was sometimes of opinion saith he that the Fable arose from hence Because Venus was the
him enjoy neither his Crown nor Light But fall before his day the sand his grave The god 's these prayers with my blood shall have And you O Tyrians in your hate be just Let that be still a tribute to my dust Never let Love oblige nor League make tyes And from our loyns may some revenger rise That on the Dardan race may pay these scor's With fire sword may shores contend with shores Billow's with waves and armies against arms And all his race perish in civill harms This said her crowdes of thoughts were now at strife Which way to rid her selfe of hated life Then to Sichaeus nurse her selfe addrest Her 's in her native grave enjoyed rest Thus said Dear nurse my sister hither bring First having bath'd her body in a spring And with her bring the Sacrifice design'd And you your head with sacred fillets bind For Pluto's rites I 'le end with them my woe Whilst on the Dardans funerall pile I throw His Image to the flames ungentle rage This said the nurse's gate shew'd haste and age But wing'd with horrid fancies Dido flyes Unto her fate rolling her bloody eyes In her sair cheeks sad looks possest the room And palenesse of that death that was to come Thorough the Inner Court her steps she bends And furiously the funerall Pile ascends Then draws the Dardanâ—â— sword never design'd For such a horrid use her eyes next find His bâ—d which only now his garments bears A little while she paus'd by thoughts and â—ears Sharâ—rs in time delay'd her selfe then cast Upon the bed and thus she spoke her last Dear spoils whilst gods and fate did so agree Receive my life from cares now set me sree Here I have liv'd the slave of Fortune still Now under earth my shade some place must fill A City I have built reveng'd the fate Of a lost Husband and a Brother's hate Happy ah too much happy I had been Had never Trojan-Sails my Carthage seen This said she kiss'd the bed then cries Must I Thus poorly fall and unrevenged die But die I must death onely can give ease The thoughts of t'other world alone can please Let my last flame blaze in his cruell eyes Shook at the Omen whilst Eliza dies This said she thrust the sword into her breast And flowing blood the wretched act exprest The lofty Pallace ecchoes now with cries And fame through all the shaken City flies The roofs resound with womens houls and moans And ecchoing aire affected seems with groans So it had been if to an armed Host The antient Tyre or Carthage had been lost And the impartiall flames shewing no odds On sinking dwellings both of men and gods Her Sister hears who with a shaking pace Beating her breast arrives unto the place Thorough encreasing crowds she rushing came Still calling on her dying Sister's name Was this thy cruell fraud was I so prest For such a Pile for this were Altars drest What should a wretch so much forsaken do Did you scorn Sister I should die with you Death should have had on both an equall power We should have shar'd one grief one sword one hour These with my hands I rais'd my prayers fled To gods did I compose thee for the dead To live behind Thy fate now ruines all Thy Sister sinks and Kingdom in thy fall Some water bring that I may bathe the wound If any wandring breath may yet be found To hers my lips so closely shall be laid That it shall find no way but me This said She mounts the Pile and in her bosom took Her Sister yet by breath not quite forsook She grieves yet still attempting all she cou'd And with her garments dries away the bloud She strives to raise her eyes by weaknesse prest Her eye-lids sinck the wound gapes on her breast Thrice she attempted from the bed to rise Thrice roles upon the bed with wandring eyes She makes faint searches now for heavens light And groanes when found by her impairing sight But Iuno pittying the punishment Of strugling life from heaven Iris sent To set at freedom her delaying breath Since neither fate nor a deserved death Had caus'd her end but fell before her time Love's passion was alone her fate and crime Nor yet had Proserpine took from her head Her hair and enter'd her among the dead From heaven then Iris with dewie wings On which the Sun a thousand glories flings Flies to her head This to the dark abode I bear and free thee from thy body's load She said then with her right hand cuts her hair And her enlarged breath slides into aire P. PAPINIUS STATIUS His ACHILLEIS The First Book The Argument The Rape 's committed Thetis begs in vain Of Neptune a rough storm to swell the Main Then to Aemonia through the Sea she goes And visits the lov'd cause of all her woes THe great Aeacides my Muse now sing An Issue fear'd by Heavens thundring King Much of his acts though in admired strains Great Homer sung yet much untold remains We his first deeds relate and how conceal'd In Scyros by a Trumpet 's sound reveal'd Not of dragg'd Hector to his Chariotty'd I sing but how the Youth to Troy arriv'd Thou Phoebus if deserv'd in former layes Give me fresh streams and now with second Bayes Adorn my brows For I the hallowed ground Have known before with sacred Fillets crown'd Witnesse those Theban fields for which my fame Shall last whilst Thebes records Amphion's name But Thou by Greeks and Romans all-renown'd Both with the wreaths of Mars and Phoebus crown'd Who lately griev'dst from thy contended brow To lay the gentler one permit me now To guide my fearfull pen a little while And on the great Achilles acts to toyl Till I sing Thine yet wanting confidence And for thy Prelude with his name dispence The Trojan Swain from the Laconian Shoar Sail'd and from unsuspecting Sparta bore A prey and in his guilty journey showes His mother's dream fulfill'd presaging woes Upon those streams they sayl where Helle found Her fate yet now among the Sea-gods crown'd When Thetis never yet alas in vain Were parents prophesies through the clear Main Affrighted saw the Phrygian Oars she fled With all the Sea-Nymphs from her watry bed The almost-meeting Shores heat with the swarm And from the throng the crowded waves grew warm When Thetis through the parting Billows rose To me she cry'd This Navy threatneth woes What Proteus told alas appears too true See Priam's kindled flames the daughter too Bellona brings a thousand Ships appear Which Ionian and Aegean Billows bear All the sworn Greeks whom the Atrides got Must not suffice Land Ocean must be sought For my Achilles To what purpose then Was he on Pelion bred in Chiron's den There with the Lapithites unlesse I fear In vain he fights and tries his father's Spear Ah me this fear upon my heart prevails Too late Why could not I when first these Sails Swell'd on my Streams
that she might never suffer such a misfortune more Unto this the too kind god added her beeing invulnerable Yet in the battell of the Centaurs and the Lapithae she was pressed to death So impossible it is for power any way applied in this world to alter destiny Nor do our fond attempts give occasion to Him above to appoint new accidents It is He that permits those fond attempts and letteth them be the means of those accidents which we would most avoid The fable sometimes goeth that she had power to changâ— her sex Otherwise the sense remaineth not perfect In the other World Virgil sheweth her in her first sex Aen. 6. v. 448. Et juvenis quondam nuno foemina Coeneus Rursus in veterem fato revoluta figuram And Coeneus once a Youth but now a Maid By fate into her former sex convey'd 85. If by the Stygian arming waves Thetis to prevent the mortality of Achilles which he had received from his Father dipped him in the Stygian flood all but the heel which she held by in which mortall part he was shot by Paris By this River the gods took their inviolable Oaths Virg. Aen. 6. Seneca Thyest. v. 667. giveth it this Character Deformis unda quae facit caelo fidem And Homer Odyss ◠〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 The greatest Oath among the blessed Gods The fable is that Victoria the daughter of Styx assisted Iupiter in his War against the Giants For which service he gave this honour to her Mother that the gods should swear by her and inviolably keep their Oath or else be banished from the banquets of the gods This affordeth some illustration to verse 213. Where Thetis wishing honour to the Island Scyros saith Let thy name be the Seamans sacred vow The Viscount St. Albanes Sapient Vet. applieth this to the Leagues and Covenants of Princes which by reason of interest are preciselier observed than more sacred ones Natalis Comes Mytholog l. 3. c. 2. saith that Styx discovered the conspiracy of the gods and that therefore perhaps Iove made that Water their obliging Oath Aristotle Metaphys l. 1. c. 3. conceiveth that the Poets by this fiction intended to signifie that water is the original of all things So Thales Milâ—sius said that water is initium rerum Deum autem â—am Mentem quae ex aqua cuncta fingeret as Cicero saith De nat Deor. lib. 1. according to that of Moses Gen. 1. 2. So the god's Oath seemeth to have been by the first beginning of things Other reasons may be seen in Cael. Rhodiginus lib. 27. c. 5. Of this opinion Plutarch sheweth Homer to be lib. De Homero where he citeth Thales for it and after them Xenophanes The reasons of whose conjecture Eusebius giveth De praepar Evang. lib. 14. c. 14. Servius in Aen. 6. saith Acheron hath its name quasi 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 â—ine gaâ—dio From whence Styx cometh from Styx Cocytus Whose Etymologies he thus bringeth along They who want Joy have Sadnesse which is neighbour to Grief the production of Death The Poets feigned these Rivers to be unpleasant So must Death needs be to those who placing their joyes in this World part with both together By Victory daughter of Styx may be intimated the power of Death who assisted Iupiter in that the Gyants were mortall shewing the vastnesse of their crimes which make the true War with God and want but eternity for themselves to make their crimes perpetuall All this signifieth but the series of Life and Death not more of sorrow belonging to our ends then to our beginnings Man is born unto Sorrow saith Eliphaz Job 5. 7. And according to this sense Plutarch speaketh whose words â— have taken the liberty to dresse in verse Sicut qui argillam tractat fingere Ex ea animalis formam potest Rursúmque diffingere iterúmque ac Quoties libet perpetuò vices istasrepetere Sic etiam Natura ex eadem materia Olim avos nostros postea patres protulit deinde nos ac deinceps alios ex aliis evolvet Ac fluvius Ille oriûs nostri absque intermissione labens nunquam subsistet Sicut interitûs flumen hujus Contrarium sive is Acheron est Prima ergò Causa quae nobis Solis offendit Iubar eadem aâ— caligniosum Orcum adducit As one that chafes the pliant clay may bring The substance to the form of any thing Again destroy the species and by skill Repeat the same as often as he will So nature also at the first from clay Our Ancestors did to the World convay Our fathers next to them do we succeed Others to us and they shall others breed This flood of Life flows at a constant rate Consuming still as do the streams of Fate This flood 's Cocytus or else Acheron Which stream the Poets set those names upon Thus the first cause which shews us the Sun-light Restores us back unto Eternall night 120. Receiv'd Love's flames Those thoughts of glory that would not suffer Achilles to consent to his kind Mother's advice yield to Love's power by which all the World is fettered Which matter is excellently expressed by Seneca Hippolyt act 1. Chor. The greatnesse of which power joyned to the swiftnesse of its execution made the Antients believe it was a fascination So Dido at the first sight of Aeneas received a passion as durable as her life since she could find no way but one to end both The amorous Sappho having expressed all the symptoms of a powerfull passion exspecteth the same fate Velut herba pallent Ora spirandi neque compos Orco Proxima credor My lips grow pale and my disordered breath Is spent in sighs sure the next thing is death Ex interpretatione Henrici Stephani According to these examples there is reason enough to believe Clâ—udians amorous begger Paupertas me saeva domat dirúsque Cupido Sed toleranda fames non tolerandus amor In Loves and Fortunes fetters I remain One may endure the hunger not the flame Aelian Variae hist. lib. 12. c. 58 relateth the story of Dioxippus the famous Wrestleâ— of Aâ—hens Who coming into the City as the manner was after those exercises fell in Love with a Maid like Acâ—â—â—â—es here at the first sight as he passed along 123. Massagetans A people of Scythia inhabiting Caâ—casus who used to break such in pieces as died of old age and to throw such to Wild beasts as died of diseases Strabo lib. 2. They worshipped the Sun chiefly to whom they offered an Horse When they travelled through a wildernesse they were wont to drink Horses blood mingled with milk So Claudian Et qui cornipedes in pocula vâ—lnerat audax Massagetes 170. Altars witnessing It was an observed custom when any thing of consequence was to be said or petitioned for to do it before the Altars of the gods So when â—arbas heard of Dido's passion for Aeneas Aen. â— Isque amens animi rumore accensus
POEMS ON Several Occasions Written by the Honourable Sir ROBERT HOWARD LONDON Printed for Francis Saunders at the Blue Anchor in the New Exchange in the Strand 1696. TO THE READER IT has been the usuall custom of Epistles to give the Reader an account of the causes that brought those writings into publick that were onely intended for a private Closet and commonly it has been at the request of friends perhaps with mingled truth and designe to prae-engage the judgments of many by telling the opinion of some so to preserve their modesty as much in the pretence as they could have done in the concealment of their Writings Though I cannot pretend such a cause as this I can yet free my self from that vanity that others would avoid by assuring the Reader I had not stock of confidence enough to shew these things privately to many friends much lesse to be furnish'd with enough to make them publick to all indifferent persons had not the desires of the Book-seller prevail'd with me to whose civilities I believ'd my self so far engag'd as to deny him nothing that he thought a kindnesse which could not be severely prejudiciall to my self Yet I doubted not but that I should receive the censures of many which upon the granted principle of prejudice appear'd not a reasonable argument to prevail with me to deny his request since the same should as well perswade me not to live for life and conversation render man in Print more than letters can do and is made more publick by that way than he can be by this His life is mingled more with his defects and passions than probably his writings are and whether they are equall or exceed others need not trouble him that writes He may be satisfied the production of retir'd hours are the best of himself I had no great reason then to deny his request that imagin'd he ask'd his own advantage when he desired nothing that I believed contrary to mine Yet I wish that it may so far give satisfaction to all that they may as little repent the râ—ading as I did the writing whilst in these gentle studies I found a diversion from greater follies and by that comparison they received obliging natures Perhaps there 's few that read them may not as well be conscious to themselves to have spent some time not so innocently and for that cause forgive that which for its own sake they cannot admire For the severall subjects which here make one bundle there is not any of them that have not layn by me these many years two or three copies of Verses onely excepted and had been wholly perhaps laid aside but for the reasons given applying my self now to more serious studies according to the severall sâ—asons of â—â—creasing age as the â—arth produces various fruits to the different seasons of the year By this short account of time the Reader may discern in what clowdy days my Muse sprâ—ad her wings as little contributing to her flying a noble heighth as to shew a just subject He that most deserv'd it was most deni'd it as he was indeed his right in all things either from private fear or publick powâ—r though I equall not the crime of faint thoughts in passive submission to the guilt of bold profâ—ssion in publick action 'T is now to be hop'd that the praises of our Prince who so much merits it may be received willingly by all since nothing can be said of him that has not been done by him and man's largest invention has been exâ—â—ll'd by His actions there being nothing capable 〈◊〉 make him appear more excellent than himself â—nlesse it had been our want of him when by experience we found his miseries were ours and all that we inflicted on him returned in double measures on our selves lâ—ke â—â—ones madly tost into the air and forc'd from their proper câ—nter that fall back with encreas'd weight upon their heads that flung them We are now presented that in him which this world sparingly produces in one composure an object for our Confâ—â—â—nces and Interest in whose preservation our Tâ—mpâ—rall and Eternall states have equall shares Yet I should a little be dissatisfied with my self to appear publick in his praise just when he was visibly restoring to power did not the reading of the Panegyrick vindicate the writing of it and besides my affirmation assure the Reader It was written when the King deserved thâ— Praise as much as now but separated farther from the Power which was about three years since when I was Prisoner in Windsor-Casâ—le being the best diversion I could then find for my own condition to think how great his Vertues were for whom I suffered though in so small a measure compar'd to his own that I rather blush at it than believe it mâ—ritorious For the other Verses and Songs I must profâ—sse they were never directed to any particular Beauty which may to the Amorous Reader at least be a just excuse if they want Perfection to remember I wanted Passion and had onely my own warmth unassisted by the influence of a Mistresse Nor shall I envy him that writes better by being much in love if he must purchase the advantage of Wit by the losse of Freedom For the Translations the Authors have already received those Characters from the world that they need none of mine especially Virgil of whose works I have onely publish'd this one Book that lay finished by me not judging it convenient to perfect those other Books of his Aeneid's which I have rudely gone through having long since laid aside all designes of that nature and this little of it rather grew publick from accident than designe the Mingle it had with my private Papers was the greatest cause that it received its share in the publick Impression For Statius he had received commendations enough had he been alone commended by Iuvenal in his 7 Satyr but Alexand. ab Alex. also lib. 6 ch 14 relates that he thrice received the Victor's Lawrell in the publick reading of his Verses and was once vanquish'd as unjustly perhaps as Menander was jâ—dged to be overcome by Philemon whose faction was greater though his wit lesse insomuch that meeting him afterwards Menander desired him to confesse ingenuously if he did not blush when he vanquish'd him For this piece of his I confesse I chose it as most pleasing to me I wish it may be so to the Reader though there wants not ingenious men who preferr'd it before his other Poems The Annotations may in some places perhaps be judged too large yet had I omitted any thing it is probable that the same persons would have censur'd me for ignorance so that being equally sensible of these extreams I judg'd it the testimony of the greatest modesty By omitting little to shew my self not at all secure in the world's opinion I have thus ingenuous Reader given you a clear and true account of my Self and Writings not opprest with apprehension nor rais'd by
neglect but preserv'd by an indifferency that destroys not my civilitie to others nor my own content dâ—siring not to engrosse but share satisfaction If in any thing I justly need or designe to ask pardon 't is for Errors that probably the Reader may meet with having been reduc'd to the strait of neglecting this or businesse I confesse my Interest prevail'd with me though not wholly to neglect the Reader since I prevail'd with a worthy Friend to take so much view of my blotted Copies as to free me from grosse Errors Having thus set down all my designe and reasons I leave the Reader with as little Concern to use his as I have shewed him mine To my Honored Friend S r ROBERT HOWARD On his Excellent Poems AS there is Musick uninform'd by Art In those wild Notes which with a merry heart The Birds in unfrequented shades expresse Who better taught at home yet please us lesse So in your Verse a native sweetnesse dwells Which shames Composure and its Art excells Singing no more can your soft numbers grace Then Paint adds charms unto a beauteous Face Yet as when mighty Rivers gently creep Their even calmnesse does suppose them deep Such is your Muse no Metaphor swell'd high With dangerous boldnesse lifts her to the sky Those mounting Fancies when they fall again Shew sand and dirt at bottom do remain So firm a strength and yet with all so sweet Did never but in Samâ—son's Riddle meet 'T is strange each line so great a weight should bear And yet no signe of toil no sweat appear Either your Art hides Art as Stoicks feign Then least to feel when most they suffer pain And we dull souls admire but cannot see What hidden springs within the Engine be Or 't is some happinesse that still pursues Each act and motion of your gracefull muse Or is it Fortune's work that in your head The curious Net that is for fancies spread Let 's through its Meshes every meaner thought While rich Idea's there are onely caught Sure that 's not all this is a piece too fair To be the child of Chance and not of Care No Atoms casually together hurl'd Could e're produce so beautifull a world Nor dare I such a doctrine here admit As would destroy the providence of wit 'T is your sâ—rong Genius then which does not feel Those weights would make a weaker spirit reel To carry weight and run so lightly too Is what alone your Pegasus can do Great Hercules himself could ne're do more Than not to feel those Heav'ns and gods he bore Your easier Odes which for delight were penn'd Yet our instruction make their sâ—cond end We 're both enrich'd and pleas'd like them that woo At once a Beauty and a Fortune too Of Morall Knowledge Poesie was Queen And still she might had wanton wits not been VVho like ill Guardians liv'd themselves at large And not content with that debauch'd their charge Like some brave Captain your successfull Pen Restores the Exil'd to her Crown again And gives us hope that having seen the days VVhen nothing flourish'd but Fanatique Bays All will at length in this opinion rest A sober Prince's Government is best This is not all your Art the way has found To make improvement of the richest ground That soi which those immortall Lawrells bore That once the sacred Maro's temples wore Elisa's griefs are so exprest by you They are too eloquent to have been true Had she so spoke Aenâ—as had obey'd VVhat Dido rather then what Jove had said If funerall Rites can give a Ghost repose Your Muse so just'y has discharged those Elisa's shade may now its wandring cease And claim a title to the fields of peace But if Aeneas be oblig'd no lesse Your kindnesse great Achilles doth confesse VVho dressd by Statius in too bold a look Did ill become those Virgin 's Robes he took To understand how much we owe to you VVe must your Numbers with your Author's view Then we shall see his work was lamely rough Each figure stiffe as if design'd in buffe His colours laid so thick on every place As onely shew'd the paint but hid the face But as in Perspective we Beauties see VVhich in the Glasse not in the Picture be So here our sight obligeingly mistakes That wealth which his your bounty onely makes Thus vulgar dishes are by Cooks disguis'd More for their dressing than their substance priz'd Your curious Notes so search into that Age VVhen all was fable but the sacred Page That since in that dark night we needs must stray VVe are at least misled in pleasant way But what we most admire your Verse no lesse The Prophet than the Poet doth confesse Ere our weak eyes discern'd the doubtfull streak Of light you saw great Charls his morning break So skilfull Sea-men ken the Land from far VVhich shews like mists to the dul Passenger To Charls your Muse first pays her dutious love As still the Antients did begin from Jove VVith Monck you end whose name preserv'd shall be As Rome recorded Rufus memory VVho thought it greater honor to obey His Countrey 's interest than the world to sway But to write worthy things of worthy men Is the peculiar talent of your Pen Yet let me take your Mantle up and I VVill venture in your right to prophesy This VVork by merit first of Fame secure Is likewise happy in its Geniture For since 't is born when Charls ascends the Throne It shares at once his Fortune and its own JOHN DRIDEN A PANEGYRICK To the KING THE true Parnassus Sir which Muses know Are Subjects which they choose to whom they owe Their Inspirations differing as the times Unhappy Vertues or successfull Crimes The greatest Choyce is where the most Successe Makes Fears as great nor their Ambitions lesse With the Usurped Crowns they strive for Bays Those readier not to Act than These to Praise My Muse Great Sir has no such fears or knows A better Inspiration than your Woes To sing those Vertues which are all your own Not brought you by Successes or a Throne But by the malice of the world withstood So much 't is easier to be Great than Good Which knows no end or change by human things But like the world Eternall whence it springs Greatness is as forbidden Pleasures are Reach'd by th'impious hands that will but dare Attempt all Crimes still scorning a retreat Onely the Bad can be unjustly Great By Falls from Thrones such and the vertuous know What Fate to them or they to Fortune owe. By courage nor by vertue can be staid Fortune which tired grows by lending aid So when all Thrones on Caesar were bestow'd Not Fate to him but he to Fortune ow'd And paid her back the vastest Principall She ever lent in his too-wretched Fall To whose successfull Courage once she gave The Mistress of the World to be his Slave To fair days storms succeed to storms the fair We know but what
desired to have Verses that were written on Her in a glasse Window to be given Her in a sheet of Paper YOur praises vvhich the vvounded glass did bear By your Command this paper now must wear Both's due to you 't is just all praises meet Of VVomen in a glasse or in a sheet To AMARANTA The Confession NOvv I confesse I am ore'come Though the out-vvorks vvâ—◠〈◊〉 before Yet they seem'd slighted and not vvonne VVhilst I had a Reserve in store But she that Conquers not in part Storm'd then my heart VVhich famish't reason kept before She had corrupted so my Spies And me to that Condition brought I durst not send abroad my eyes But like a Covvard vvink't and fought For vvhen I did those helpers use They brought me nevv's She had fresh troops of beauties got See vvhat is unrestrain'd desire And to give leave to vvandring eyes Like that fond fool that plaies vvith fire VVhere all the Ammunition lies And to attempt retreats is vain VVhen the laid train Had taken fire from her eyes Now my blown flame can fewell find Of every thought I have and knows How to disgest my peace of mind For in distemper'd breasts Love grows Well did the antient Poets feign That from the Main And troubled Waves Love's goddesse rose Yet though condemn'd I blush to grieve As much as once I did to love I 'm pleas'd his Laws grant no reprieve He that to Fate would slowly move Has lost his courage with his heart And that mean part May make her scorn a justice prove To Mrs. Mor. on the Birth of her First Son THus Heaven does you us from fears redeem At once gives Joy and to that Joy Esteem Those relish Ease that first have tasted Pain By knowing what we want we value gain So great and perfect now your blessings are You seem in more than what is frail to share Whilst you renew your lease of life and same By living thus in vertues and in name 'T is just this child should be in all your heir And equally of life and vertues share For whilst he lay within his living Tomb How could â—e but contract what was your own So water pour'd into a vessell owes A relish to the cask through which it flowes Thus you give vertues and give life away Yet not lesse good nor suffer by decay One flame unto a thousand may give light Yet has not lesse nor does remain lesse bright But thus whilst life and vertue you bestow Think to his happy passion what you owe. Had you left unrewarded his pure flame You must have lost your share in time and fame So in the Chaos before Love made way Both Time and Glory unregarded lay But see what mutuall obligations past You gave him Joys and he thus makes them last The Dream STay thou still dearest Shape O do not fly Why do those charming looks appear so strange In t' other world there 's no inconstancy Nor has my Love in this admitted change The Joys in t'other world the gods bestow Do from enlarged love and knowledge flow Since then you needs must know I have been true And my faith tells you cannot but be so What cruell unknown Law obliges you By this reserv'dness to encrease my wo Like Tantalus who always is deny'd Those streams which by his longing senses glide Is it as wise men often tell us here Though love and knowledge shall have an encrease They 'l have no partiall applications there Knowledge resolves in Praise and Love in Peace As Sunshine equally on all reflects Yet to one object most no beam directs Or are you now forbid to own a fire Though kindled by the blessed shape you bear Whilst rak'd in living ashes This desire You sure may own and sure the gods will hear In pitty of my woes this blessing give That I may die or unconcern'd may live A DIALOGUE Thirsis Charon Thir. CHaron O gentle Charon bring thy Boat Char. Who 's this that calls with an unusuall note Thir. Hither thy Vessell gentle Charon drive Char. Thou speakst as if that thou wert now alive Thir. And may I still be so unlesse to me Thou tell'st large joys of your Eternity Char. Why wouldst thou know since those that bodies have I seldom row or those that want a grave Thir. I prethee why Char. A sinful Soul will sinck My patcht-up Bark almost below the brink Should Bodies too with their offences go 'T would sinck me quite Thir. By that then thou dost know If any Soul has past these fatall streams Whom good or ill has govern'd in extreams Char. Perhaps I may Thir. Then gentle Charon tell What I shall ask and I 'le reward thee well Char. Ask quickly then for here I never wait Souls croud so fast Ambition War and Fate Send custom still Thir. Did not thy fatall Boat But lately as if lost in tempests float If thy Boat feels the humor of the Soul It bears sure it did lately strangely roul Char. I carried such a one a Woman too Who then I guest had been too much untrue My Boat so totter'd still Wouldst go where she 〈◊〉 Now lives Thir. Not I but rather tel to me What she does there Char. She fickly wanders now And ever must in gloomy shade below 'T is just they never should directly find Or know their way that never knew their mind Thir. I should have wander'd too it seems had I But thought it fine to whine and grieve die Nor yet her falsness nor the cruelty Of one more fair and good could work on me To break my heart perhaps it did my sleep Didst thou not carry o're this fatall Deep One that appear'd severe yet strictly good Char. My Bark did then but gently kiss the Floud She was no weight for vertue was her guide And helpt me too as much as could a Tide Thir. She sure sits always still but should I find Her in your World Might she at last grow kind Char. No Never now for there may grow a crime Where there can be a change in thought or time But if to go to her thou dost desire Thy joy must be at distance to admire Thir. I thank thee gentle Charon now I 'le stay Since I must either doat or lose my way I 'le back to our dull World again and find A Mistress if I can both fair and kind For since at last we hither al muâ—â— throng 'T is good I see to bring one's heav'n along I hope the gods too will with this dispence To be unconstant in one's own defence Char. Why then farewell Thir. When I return 〈◊〉 scores I 'le pay in vertues which shall be thy Oars Back to my World I 'le go Char. and I to mine Char. That Breast has heaven's light where Vertues shine Heaven dwells in breasts kept free from crimes and haâ—e The place does but preserve from change and fate The Resolution NO Cynthia never think I can Love a divided heart and
mind Your Sunshine love to every man Appears alike as great as kind None but the duller Persians kneel And the bright god of Beams implore Whilst others equall influence feel That never did the god adore The riches of your Love 's put forth And ev'ry man retains a part You can't call 't in to make you worth The purchase of a faithfull heart Hope not to be mine or your own You can't your selfe to me restore The Nest is left the Birds are flown And bankrupt-Love sets up no more Your kindnesse which at randome flyes Makes your Love-patients all secure But they will find your Emp'rick eyes Can only palliate never cure Though I resolve to love no more Since I did once I wil advise The love of Conquests now give o're Disquiets wait on Victories To your much injur'd peace and name Love's farewell as a tribute pay Grow now reserv'd and raise your fame By your own choice not your decay She that to Age her charms resignes And then at last turns Votary Though Vertue much the change inclines 'T is â—ullied by Necessity The Opinion LOng have I thought It was in vain To seek to purchase Love or Fame For both alike would slide away Or by my own or her decay For Love and Fame crown'd with successe Do from enjoyment both grow lesse Had the god 's so but been content I would have liv'd indifferent Not to have fear'd extreams of fate Or Cares that from lost Joyes take weight Indifferency all safety keeps Ther 's none unhappy whilst he sleeps But strangely wak't she did surprize My blisse and reason with her eyes So lazy Princes wanting aime To seek to purchase love and fame Are by some slighted power o'recome The scorn of others and their own Now she too much her power knows So some resisted stream o'reflows More than its usuall banks nor I Dare longer her just power deny That must above the Common rate Not reward passions but Create To AMARANTA doubting his Constancy AS from a neighbouring rock afflicted eyes See their lov'd object tost by threatning waves Rude messengers of angry destinies Their swelling wombs grown fâ—rtilâ— too with graves Safety and joy their nature lose whilst he Share 's with the others fears and destiny So from the height of all my happinesse Whilst I see storms of fears oppresse thee so I wish thy justice more though kindnesse lesse My grief is far more gentle then thy woe Though both wayes led unto my fate yet I Would as thy Martyr not thy Traitor dye Seldome its true the mighty stock of Love Meets in one mind with such refined sense As to preserve that which it can't improve Only by paying its own just expence Not all those taxes which vain eyes designe To many beauties and decaying time Yet there is Love like mine can know no end Above the reach of any change or fate I le smile at beauties too that would pretend A reformation in my happy state Be but as kind as I will constant prove And make my Joyes as perfect as my Love Upon hearing Mrs. M. K. sing OUr vain Philosophy can only teach But not command when sorrows make a breach Upon the heart but to thy voice we pay Obedience whilst we slight what wisemen say Thy charming breath through our enchaunted ears Possession takes where once our hopes and fears Rais'd storms before and the becalmed breast No longer now by cruell care 's opprest 'T were Heaven protected thus from all extreams Were but thy breath Eternall and our Dreams So Orpheus led not by his fate but choice To the dull world of shades his charming voice Brought Heaven there and made the torments cease Th' infernall businesse all lock's up in peace His voice the busie Furies could compose And thine our passions Furies great as those By Lethe's streams which brought forgetfulnesse Souls were secur'd of present happinesse So thy Loud voice not only Joy procures But by oblivion too our cares secures We whilst you Sing in state of blisse remain And when you cease shrink to our selves again AMARANTA to the god of Love AH mighty Love what power unknown Hast thou now us'd more than thy own It was thy conduct and designe But not thy power that Vanquish't mine As a great Captain to his Name Of every Conquest joynes the fame Though 't was not by his power got But Army's by his Conduct brought So when thou could'st not do 't alone Thou lead'st his troops of Vertues on And I now feel by my surprize Thou hast not only darts but eyes Just god now take again thy Arms And raâ—ly all I have of charms What pow'r and conduct cannot do Make his beliefe contribute to So when the earth some promise shows That she does greater wealth inclose Believing men search her rich veins And crown their hopes with unknown gains May he but at the first incline to Love Then by my Faith and Time His Justice after the surprize Shall be more fetter'd than his eyes THE BLIND LADY A Comedy The Persons SIgismond King of Poland Albertus Vaivvode of Ruthenia Phylanter his son Mironault Vaivvode of Lithuania friends to Mironault Hippasus Pysander Lycespes friend to Phylanter Symâ—thacles Generall to the King Peter servant to the Blind Lady Messengers Huntsmen Tenants Mirramente the Princesse Amione sister to Mironault Philena a great Lady attending the Princesse Coeca a Blind Lady Quinever her Maid The Blind Lady ACT 1. SCEN. 1. Enter Albertus Phylanter Alb. BUt upon what injury Phylanter Phy. Love and Ambition Sir those two great injuries Of mens seduced minds which fill the thoughts Full of Revenge not with the justnesse of it What Mironault has done moves not my hate But what he may my fâ—ars By her a Kingdom Sir And with her self a World Falls in my arms How slow you are to crown Me and your self with happinesse You can love neither and deny Alb. But are you sure he comes Phy. I am certainly inform'd so Alb. Yet consider son how will the King resent That whilâ—t he 's paying his duty to the Princesse He should be there surprised Phy. That is your part for to prevent Sir Telling the King such minds are ever jealous That his designes were to surprise the Princesse 'T will appear service then and may destroy My Rival's interest if not advance my own Those Sir that traffick in these seas Fraught not their Bark with fears Beâ—â—des there needs none now Alb. Yet think again though as you are my son I can deny you little and 't is more just You should deny your self and not obey These hasty passions He ne're injur'd you Or if he had there were a nobler way For your revenge than this You are angry That the world 's pleased with him and that he may Enjoy a bliss you wish for or at least Because he wishes it as well as you A Quarrell which Mankind must lay aside Or all be Murtherers Phy. You told me I did obey
least their sacrifice Enter Princesse Philena followers Prin. You 're well met my Lord Was it a chance Or your designe that brought you Mir. 'T is all I have about me of ambition And of large wishes that I may often Have leave thus to present my service Prin. Your service Sir has been so much considerable That I should be alone guilty of folly Did I not valew it at such a rate As the whole World have sett upon it Miro If I had such a power to oblige As much as you are pleas'd to say I have The World's applause could not so much reward My services as your receiving of them Prin. My interest next to my Father's In this obliged Nation by your valour Has made it gratitude ever for me To avow that and more Mir. I have then much of my best wishes crown'd Yâ—t should you know all that my heart conceals Thongh it be much like this you 'd be displeas'd With what you have pretâ—nded to allow Prin. I cannot find this guilt about me and can lesse guesse How you should have a thought that should displease me You cannot but oblige and I as hardly Can tell what 's injury if you should do it Mir. This is a kindnesse still admired Princesse That I must never ask the meaning of But to my flatter'd fancy so interpret As you would never do yet 't is unjust That I should use the least kind word from you With an advantage to my selfe Prin. Sure I may give you leave to do it For such a confidence I justly have Of your great vertues that you evâ—r Pursue your own advantages with others Mir. 'T is true to the undeserving World I can perform all this only to you I am unjust that never wish A good to you when I desire most Prin. I hardly understand you if I do The world is more oblig'd to you than I. Mir. Such a â—â—range Character my fate Has thrown upon me yet my selfe And all that World which seems so much Beholding to me more than you Are as much lesse in my esteâ—m As are the sands unto the mingled jewells The Negro brings up from the Deep together Prin. Is there a possibility to know Your meaning then Mir. You should if I were sure you would forgive it Yet thus much take in guesses Could Shades be sensible And wish the embraces of the Sun were not that Lamp Injur'd by that which lov'd it could rude beasts Be passionate for Empire and not injure The Throne because they lov'd it 'T is I That am more dark then all those shades You brighter then that Sun 'T is I That am that Beast rob'd of all reason And you above all Empires I have acknowledg'd My unsuspected guilt because t' was so And though I cannot leave my Love I may my Life Prin. You have done more than given me leave to guesse And since I have my selfe been guilty too In giving you the occasion I shall forbear Such a displeasure as is due and let you know T' was easie too for me to erre that could so little Imagine you to be so guilty I shall adde Only thus much that as you valew My presence or esteem repeat no more Any thing of this nature Come let 's on Exeunt Princess and Attendants Mir. So Merchants for a tempting venture Bankrupt themselves yet what wealth had I Before I knew my poverty from her 'T is nothing I have lost the difference is That I have something now I wish to lose Hyp. She is not Sir a greater enemy To your content than you are to your selfe 'T is you enlarge her frowns by fancied fears Mir. Those that are free from danger my Hyppasus May look and wonder at another's fears That is environd with it 't is Concern That is the excuse for Passion were you my Rivall The Counsell would be juster if you gave it Come we must not stay behind Ther 's nothing but a Lover pleas'd with sufferings All other rigors of this World Our wishes and endeavours still oppose The Prisoner hates his bolts whilst he remains Pleas'd not so much with freedom as his chains Exeunt ACT 1. SCEN 3. Enter Phylanter solus Phyl. TRust me a little Fortune with my self I do not ask thy aide grow big my hopes And swell unto a Throne To Crown my Love and my Ambition on From thence I 'le view the thing cal'd Honesty And grieve 't is so contemn'd and ought to be Man is like pliant Wax That yields unto a fair Impression Though sent not from the noblest Metall And in this world it bears an equall show To seem but onely honest or be so And when the Crown 's once gain'd there needs no fears Crimes change their natures then or Men change theirs Dye Scruples in my thoughts And let my mind be a preposterous grave That bore you first to bury you again and your base issue Fear Dye too when Beauty and a Crown 's so near Lycespes welcome what news Enter Lycespes Lyces All as you would have it Sir The Troop is march'd and sâ—ays you in the VVood Between this and the Castle Phyl. Let 's follow then For Time 's a busie Offâ—rer of our Interests To every check of Fortune Lyces VVe make some threescore Horse VVhich will be thrâ—e Divisions one for each Port. Phyl. Let Martianus command the last As we go I 'le give you perfect Orders I wish they had some means to cherish a Resistance That he may help to his own ruine He must not live to plead his innocence But Time that never will be staid Calls us to act what we have scarcely waigh'd Exeunt ACT. 1. SCEN. 4. Enter Princesse Philena Mironault Prin. YOu 're welcome now my Lord and I desire No clowd may dwell on any brow Let no such prejudice happen amidst our sports Mir. If you be not obey'd admired Princesse Where you command it is extreamly strange And yet I fear 't is possible Prin. As possible it is I may suspect my power But my Lord I had forgot to put you in remembrance Of perfecting the storie you began As you then term'd it of unhappy Lovers Mir. The Princesse Madam Was taken by Phylanter whose great valour Shewn in that day deserv'd all Prisoners To whom he nobly offer'd Liberty Without a Ransome or Acknowledgment Unlesse to you Before she thank't him She made enquiry for the Prince my Prisoner As if she knew not how to use Freedom nor life without him and by reason That he was full of wounds Phylanter Waited upon her to my Tent at the first sight Of him she so much lov'd cover'd with wounds She stood amaz'd perhaps too wish'd her self What she appear'd but a dead Statue At the same time he rais'd his feeble eyes Which seem'd to take unkindly her delay At that she came and kneeling by him Made such expressions of unfeigned grief That though we understood not what she said Yet that was plain enough He now grew
Sir Kin. Look here Symathocles this Amazon has begg'd it Sym. She does the better Sir if there be danger From her fair name we all shall fight in safety Kin. Well take your course on more intelligence Move as you please Exit King Sym. Excellent Princesse How happy I am now to be your Soldier Let those be judge that would be sure of victory So fair a Cause fought by so fair a Generall Can never be forsaken By Victory or Fortune Prin. I thank you Sir nor can I think my self Lesâ—e happy in so brave a Soldier if you please For to dispatch before for some intelligence Wee 'l instantly away Sym. With all speed Madam Exit Syma Manent Princess Amione Amio. Excellent Princesse Which way to tell you all my heart returns I know not the gods in blessings thank you Who still assist the innocent and mean Because they made them so Prin. I thank you gentle Maid from hence my friend You cannot cheat my confidence you 'l deserve it So does your Brother all my best assistance I reckon it my happinesse to procure Your joyes and safety than I may then Have mine more perfect Amio. Now all the powers defend they should not be You never sure broke yet an houres repose With a disâ—turbing dream in that calme harbour All thoughts have been secur'd from storm May they be ever so Prin. Thy brother's cause deserves as much as that A thousand blushes stop me aside Besides thou mayest be much deceived the shipâ— wrack past The calmest waters may concead thâ— fate As well as the insulting waves Amionâ— weeps Why docst thou weep Amio. To hear you have been sad O Madam Pardon me to say Amundiscerned power Joynes my 〈◊〉 to your grief Forgive me that I cannot chuse but dare To accompany you in any thing There 's something tells me that I ought to lovâ— you More then the world does yet that 's very much Prin. When I first saw thee dearest maid I could have sworn as much And yet thou didst not please me thon Come I shall disturb thee 't is on unkindnesse Not to be pardon'd to let thee share my griefs Amio. Now you afflict me more Is there a way To be a friend and stranger to your breast Though 't is ambition to be an humble one 'T is vertue not your greatnesse crowns my wishes And I shall fear that you will think me only A friend to that or else not worth the other Prin. I do not doubt thy Love the story will Disturb me when I tell it perhaps thee And yet it must return to me unhelpt Amio. How do you know the meanest thing in nature May bring an unexpected aid Gyants that passe And lets the obstacles alone do lesse Then dwarfs that do remove them as they are Shut in your breast fed with that pretious food How can they ever starve they may at last Consume your stock of joyes he does like you That would defend within a fair built Fort His enemies against his pressing friends And patiently destroyed by those he saved If you believe me worthy the gods have then Finish't their parts for they decreed us most To one anothers aid So to encrease Our joyes that way and lessen all our cares For still imparted comforts do increase And grief divided to a friend grows lesse Our natures too are like o're charged springs Willing to vent themselves and so are you Had I but as much worth as you have trouble Prin. I am not proof against thy perfect kindnesse I will keep nothing from thee but be sure You quickly understand me my blushes too Will tell thee half the storie what dos't guesse Amio. That you should have no cares Prin. Can love have any Amio. What in this world shall ever be so happy I hope it is not that Prin. And why Amio. A thousand times I have heard my brother pray That day might never be I wish as he does too Prin. Your Brother would not have me then How innocent she is aside Amio. He thinks it were unreasonable That one alone should make the world unhappy Weighing their own misfortunes from his joy's I hope it is not that Prin. 'T is that I swear Love has caused all my trouble And if thy brother thinks me such a blessing Why doth not he then wish it Amio. Alas he dares not welcome such a thought He onely dares to wish none else should have you But who must be so happy Prin. Your Brother Amio. Madam Prin. Wonder no more I could have told When I first saw thee that me-thought I lov'd thee As I would do a sister yet I was jealous too Nay I shall blush as much as thou canst wonder Yet he deserves my Love sure you did then Read a confusion in me and I am still Disorderd by my fears Amio. O Madam Pardon me to say the gods have justly so Decreed that it should be for I have heard Him sit and please himself with stories of you Till he has made his griefs too monstrous And I thought then too prodigall of comfort Yet now I think 't was all but due to you And though I am turnd of his religion too And can think nothing superstition in 't Yet you may spare the sacrifice Prin. Sweetest maid I have some reason to believe he loves me He cannot sure dissemble Wert thou ne're yet in love Amio. Never Prin. Pray that thou never mayst or that it ne're Have fears for it's Companions night will wear Disturbing blacknesse and not quiet shades The light will be too cheerfull whilst you fare Like an impatient Sea-man that would faâ— Attain the Port the gentlest calm Makes mad and crossing storms disturbs But from our own experience thus we raise Advices that are chid and and scorn'd by Fate Who oftnest sends what we least wish and makes What we most cover most unfortunate But now to his relief for time Persues his course with an impartiall haste And my revenge must sit upon his wings You Powers above what now is just assist Their thoughts were poor that trifled time and wisht Exeunt ACT. 3. SCEN. 1. Enter Mironault Solus Miro TO be still subject to calamities We all must bear yet not esteem it hard Our frailty sets this odds from higher powers And their dis-orders are appeas'd by ours It is a hard injunction of the gods To set our natures and our selves at odds When they afflict though due unto our crimes Yet they give to the nature that repines Though if we use it well none but they give That blessing that we are displeas'd to live 'T was life first cousned man and did entice By knowledge its fair gift to cheat him twice Man was a happy stranger to himself When he believ'd his ignorance his wealth Did these Extreams our knowledge ne're employ VVe should have lesse of cares though lesse of joy For in the mind they never gain a height From their own natures but each others weight
grief I must Believe it both impossible and needlesse Am. Were it not just to linger then no longer In all these doubts since we might give them ease Prin. As how can it be done Am. I would attempt to see him I onely want your leave Prin. It is impossible the ways are all shut up Am. I do not mean to go concealed They say Phylanter is so much a Gentleman He will not certainly deny a woman Fear not Madam 't is but two hours time And I am there or here again Prin. I can deny thee nothing not this I 'me sure If thou seest him tell him that Love and Constancy 's rewarded In t'other world and will be so in this Tell him I wish his happinesse And mine own together And be sure You take a Chirurgeon with you Phyl. My service Madam Am. I will not fail Heaven keep you May I return with such a blessing As I now bear to him Exit Prin. Farewell dear Maid Phylena now The time draws near of joy or misery We live at an uncertain rate Or flatter'd stil or else displeas'd with fate Exeunt ACT 4. SCEN. 7. Enter at one dore Albertus and Others at another Phylanter Lycespes and Others Alb. I should chide now but the condition of your fortunes Cannot be that way helpt nor are you fit For a disturbance I hear you have succesless Storm'd the house Why stai'd you not till I arriv'd 'T was folly to attempt it with so few Phyl. But that has hapned now which I then feared For I did ghesse supplies would come to them As soon as you to us Besides who would have ghest Or now can think how they come by their aid Had we proved fortunate we might have made Our own conditions Alb. In that you have hit my thoughts for now we must Not lose our selves by fear or folly The one 's too mean the other but a madnesse And we must look on these we have Without a hope of more and on them As an encreasing body by this we are constrain'd Upon the nick to make our compositions Or put it to the venture of a Day The first 's the better were the last the likelier For I believe that passion laid aside That first incited these rash thoughts and actions You look upon 't as not to be pursu'd But fairly to be left Men may erre It is the influence of Chance and Nature But to pursue it is their own Lycespes There is much due to you you were still honest And most a friend in danger Who are in safety onely are their own Lyc. My Lord I always owed your son as much And did resolve to pay it till I had cause To leave or feared to avow it Alb. You are still noble But Phylanter VVhat certain intelligence have you Phyl. VVe know Sir the Army of the King Is hard at hand they say the Princesse too Is with them Alb. I ghess'd as much and for that reason I left the Court for I heard That she was big with rage VVell The time 's now short and something must be done Let all be in a readinesse and prepare Nobly to reach successe or ill to share In the mean time wee 'l presently advise The honorablest way for composition For to be safe and good is better far Than trust our crimes unto the chance of War Exeunt ACT. 5. SCEN. 1. Enter Phylanter Phyl. HOw have I thus been cousened how monstrous too It seems still to pursue the crimes I lov'd before To be uncousened though 't is just seems poor When danger gives the wisdom how low we sinck When we once fall below our selves We still must fear what others ought to do In crimes none can be wise and gallant too All this besides for an uncertain Beauty Nor yet possest or gain'd the Persian so Spends all his wealth and prayers on the Sun That equally dispences unto those Which ne're ador'd him his warm comforts too Farewell to all your Sex that cannot be Belov'd but with unthrifty misery The Lover that 's unlov'd like me must waste His store of Love the Lov'd may longer last They that joyn Stocks with ease out-spends Him that runs on unpaid and lends Farewell I will uncheat my self and you For when I lov'd you first I cousen'd two Enter Souldier Sould. My Lord Phyl. How now Sould. A woman at the dore Desires admittance to your Lordship Phyl. Thou ravest a woman Sould. So I told you Phyl. Nay I might wonder for such and I Have now so little businesse with each other That by my troth 't is strange Seems she a person of any quality Sould. Yes Phyl. Handsome Sould. To a miracle Phyl. The Devil on the wonder businesse with me Soul So she earnestly exprest Phyl. Bring her in Exit Souldier Curse on the Sex Civility must wait upon 'em Their weaknesse makes us fools or else their beauties Ha! 't is that indeed that charms us from our selves And all the handsome actions that we do Seem offerings to their powers as if the Sea Should send a tribute to the little Brooks Such a preposterous thing is Love 't is like The folly and the crime to make a god One's selfe to worship Now for a trap I shall be shy of these fair baits What subtle trick Must this fair Instrument bring about I will be deaf to charms Enter Amione and Souldier She comes Ha extreamly fair Come perhaps for to revenge The scandall of her sex upon me Is it on me Fair maid that you would lay commands Ami. A comely man pitty that form Should harbour so much basenesse aside It is you Sir I must petition for commands Thought they might seem fair attributes to our sex Yet when you know to whose much hated name Nature has made my Love a debt You will believe I hardly should petition Phyl. I rather shall consider this fair thing To whom a hated name can owe an interest But you have heard Stories perhaps not much becomming me Made up of others envies and my crimes Nor can I tell a good one of my selfe But that I love an innocence like yours And only that for you to have a confidence I hardly shall deny you Ami. The world has sure belied him aside Nay Sir Nature commands that I should ask Your fair encouragement has given me hopes Not to be quite denied and I am sorry That I must now bâ—g a civility And dare not own requitall 't is the first time That justice and ingratitude were friends Phyl. You still believe me too unworthy they that do An act that does deserve requitall Pay first themselves the stock of such content Nature has given to every worthy mind If others should be bankrupt Pray torture me no more but aske Amio. He would deceive me strangely aside Know then the sister to wrong'd Mironault must ask Does it not startle you Phyl. You see it does not He that has injured Mironault will grant it Trifle no more Amio. T
read it often As I have done your vertues I say not this to tempt a mercy I have deserved a great deal of unkindnesse But not so much as now to fall A sacrifice to any but your wrongs Amio. I know not what to say You may repent perhaps grow good Pray try Phyl. 'T is true I think I might But 't is a question still whe're you 'd grow kind And indeed the fear of that great danger Made me contemn the rest But I trifle time By all that 's charitable let me not fall By meaner hands Hark some Souldiers a noise Use this for pitty's sake Enter Souldiers Amio. Alas ah me 1. How now who have we hear Philanter Treason 2. Treason treason Phyl. Nay then I must use it fight Villains I have a little businesse here one falls t'other flyes I might have spared the reason though to you They have raised the alarm yet Amione Free me from this mean ruine Amio. Pray put on your disguise again You may yet scape Phyl. I 'me glad it is impossible you see it is O Amione had I but loved you at a lesser rate I might have found a soberer expression But yet remember a mad-man seldom loses His kindnesse with his judgment A noise again hell on their yellings alarm Amio. By that love you bear me Put on your disguise Phyl. Never till my safety be worth your care Amio. O Phylanter though your condition needs it 'T is too soon for me to say it yet I will tempt my blushes To tell you I would have you safe Phyl. That now my fate is unavoidable tâ—e gods Perhaps provided lest I should surfeit Of joys in this world yet I shall have Enough if you believe no dying mind Can have more joy or living love 'T was my grief at first to love you and now My fear at last you should not know it 'T was all my businesse too before my end I could wish one thing more to be resolved Whether in t'other world where wise-men tell us There is such sâ—ore of love our joy shall be Greatest to meet those frâ—ends we lov'd best here but I shall be resolved In the mean time What e're becomes of me Let your kind thoughts admit sometimes this minute's memory Amio. Alas think of your safety Hark! they come yet noise Let your disguise and me protect you Phyl. When I have your protection I need need not this disguise Nor will I wear it They come Enter Souldiers My dear Amione For ever live as happy as I die 1. Here here on on on 2. Here here on on on Phyl. Villains you shall buy me bravely fight Sym. Hold on your lives how Phylanter Enter Symathocles Phyl. The same you need not bid me welcome Nor tempt me much Symathocles Amio. O Phylanter be yet more temperate Pray Sir let me obtain a little hearing Sym. You may command it The Princess Enter Princesse Phylena Followers Amio. O Madam let me beg That no amazement dwell upon your eyes Nor any thing but mercy Prin. I have both ready for thy sake How Phylanter VVhat Riddle 's this Phyl. I owe that name indeed but with less blushes Than I did once Prin. I promised not to wonder my Amione But this is strange Amio. You promised mercy too Prin. Have you an interest in his pardon then Blush not I 'le ask no more Phylanter This story shall be perfect at more leisure And all things else shall be deferr'd But my forgivnesse I do believe You came to fetch your pardon in so much danger You can repent or any thing but deserve The happinesse preparing for you he kisses the Princess hand Come Amione thou hast brought back An unexpected friend May this successe To every one bring equall happinesse Exeunt ACT. 5. SCEN. 6. Enter Albertus Lycespes Alb. HAs no one yet brought any news Lyc. Not any Sir O misery Betraid by some sleight How now Enter a Messenger From whence com'st thou Mess. My Lord your son desires to meet you And withall you would not wonder That with the Princesse he waits your comming Alb. Stranger yet some farther mischiefe sure Lycespes Draw up the Army instantly Exit Lyces We must not be thus cousened Came you from my son Mess. But now Sir Alb. And is he with the Princesse Mess. Yes Sir Alb. Where Mess. Now comming to the House Alb. With all her Army Mess. Onely with a small Guard Alb. There may be something then Fortune I 'le think if now thou shew'st thy care Thou canst redeem as wel as bring despair Exeunt ACT 5. SCEN. 7. Enter Princess Phylanter Amione Phylena and Others Prin. IS this the house Phylanter Phyl. Yes Madam Prin. Pray summon it Phyl. 'T will now be yielded Madam Far easier than 't would once Within there ho Pysander appears above Pys. How now what news O Phylanter Is your troublesome Worship there again how now the Princesse too Prin. The same Pysander Pys. Now truly Madam do I think I had best call Mironault to unriddle this The labour 's sav'd Mironault appears above too Prin. Mironault Mir. Ha. Prin. Do you not know me Mir. Yes and others too there Prin. This is injustice Mironault Can you let wonder keep you thus from me Mir. I had forgot it 's true 't is Mirramente And scrupulous thoughts were sins unpardonable He descends Pys. If I should stay to consider what this means I should be the last should know it He comes down I 'le e'ne descend too Prin. Mircnault Though these strange objects might deserve a storie Enter Mironault 'T would take up time and I shall think it crueltie To rob thee of one minute's joy if I can give it Miro If you can give it have I thus long Lov'd you and lov'd you religiously now to have All my devotion question'd Can sick men joy in health or liberty Be pleasing unto captives In your kindnesse Lies all my health and liberty Prin. Nor will I fear to avow it dearest Mironault No thoughts of crossing danger e're shall fright My Love or me Miro It 's true I am unworthy of you but so are all And he that parts me from you Must joyn me to a colder Bride Phyl. And more than you gallant Mironault Wonder no more nor think on stories past But that to come Phylanter will appear As worthy of your friendship As he was once of hate but stay I had forgot to ask your pardon Indeed Heer 's one may better do it whose fair opinion He takes Amione by the hand Will promise for me Miro Brave Sir I hated still your crimes not you so did she And if she love your Virtues pray believe I am her brother too Phyl. Madam I see Enter Albertus A little honesty will make one impudent That I must now beg pardon for others That scarsly should have hop't if for my self Prin. Rise my Lord you need not now Of any doubt your pardon Alb. Excellent Princesse I shall deserve hereafter What an unjust