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The phaenix in her flames A tragedy. The scene, Arabia. The author, Master William Lower.
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Lower, William, Sir, 1600?-1662.
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1639
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challenge instantly I build upon your ayd you will not faile me In time of my extremity Alecto The flouds Shall faile to pay their tribute to the sea Before I breake with noble Perseus Perseus I 'm confident of thee my dearest friend Adue untill we meet our worke to end Exit Perseus Alecto This now begins to work as I would wish The shallow witted Persian thinkes my aymes Doe beare a wing with his and my ambition Is bounded by his love I fish'd to take His good opinion with mine angle wit Not to advance his ends but worke mine owne Alas poore Prince he thinks I am his friend And on that plat-forme grounds his resolution He is deceiv'd I 'm friend unto my selfe And enemy to him as to Amandus I hate them both as being both my rivals Rivals unto my love and to my kingdome Neither must live neither survive the other I 'le let them sight till one of them be kill'd The Persian shall in vaine expect reliefe Although distress'd the conquerour shall dye By me and my associates these remov'd The way unto my Crowne lyes smooth and easie The Princesse sure will breake her heart for griefe The King I 'le poyson then Alecto raigne King of Arabia crowned by thy braine Exit Amandus solus Amand. A furious challenge and it speakes the man All in a fire that sent it but extreames Are seldome permanent I doubt 't will prove But like a sudden flash that 's soone burnt out This is the time and place but how comes it The Persian is so tardy this proud paper Stuft full with ostentation made me thinke He would not be the last man in the field What is his courage cold or doth he now Begin to take advis'd deliberation Vpon the matter that he stayes so long I should not thinke so neither for a Prince Cannot so much forget his reputation No sure he 'l come some businesse of import I doe beleeve detaines him I 'le attend His leisure here with patience if my thoughts Would but descend a little from their height I would consider too what should beget This fierce challenge but he comes I must Prepare to entertaine him Perseus Here before me This honour I could hardly spare you Sir You came before the houre appointed else I could not be prevented Amand. Punctually I did observe the time but to what purpose Are we come hither to discourse and talke And nothing else I doe expect some doings Some wonders too by you performed upon me If I may credit this your salutation Is the fume vanish'd Perseus Thou shalt finde it burne Afresh to fierce flames it was my goodnesse That rak't it up in ashes lest it should Consume thee and thou die in ignorance Before thou knew'st th' occasion now I 'le tell thee Lucindas wrongs and mine call on my sword To doe the office of revenge upon Thy treacherous head thou didst dissolve the knot Was ty'd between us two and alienatest Her heart from me thou robst her of her honour And strumpettedst her fame and not contented With this abuse thou dost proceed yet further To doe me mischiefe with false filed tongue To wrest the faire Phaenicia from my love These are gresse injuries and such as cannot Be undergone with patience yet if thou Wilt urge thy suit no further to this Lady But give up all thy right in her to me I will forget thy former injuries And count thee for my friend Amandus Coward villaine Art thou my rivall in Phaenicias love And doe I suffer thee to breathe a minute To utter these bold words these defamations These lyes and slanders know Phaenicia hates Thy sight as a pernitious Basiliske Here farther reade my minde they draw and fight Perseus receives a hurt Perseus Thou seest my breath Failes if thou art a Prince and nobly minded Thou wilt a little intermit the fight Amand. Breath then a little longer though I might justly deny it since we are not tyed To any such conditions in a duell But wherefore doe you cast your sight about I doubt some treachery come I 'le delay The time no longer there have at thee Prince they fight againe Guard well thy life it is endangered Perseus This may endanger thine if it hap right Perseus fals I faint and dye hell light upon Alecto And all the furies rend his soule in pieces False perjur'd villaine dyes Amand. I doe smell a plot Layd for my life his words betoken something Enter Alecto and his associates Alecto How 's this the noble Prince of Persia slaine And his bold murtherer triumphing o're His slaughtered body come my noble friend Shall not dye unreveng'd they fall all upon him he defends himself and kils two Amand. If there be any Princely or royall bloud within thy veynes Distaine it not or shame by such a fact To fight at such foule disadvantage with A wounded wearied man yet in this state Though faint with losse of bloud dismisse these men And I will try my fortune out with thee And if I fall I 'le say th' art noble too Alecto No if thou liv'st my fortunes then must dye I ayme man for the kingdome and to gaine The love of faire Phaenicia thou art a barre That hinders both therefore must be remov'd This plot I did contrive not with intent To worke thy end alone but Perseus too Now it is finish'd make an easie passage For life to issue forth me deare associates There 's one gap more a floud-gate large enough they all thrust at him he fals Amand. Most impious wretch think'st thou the gods above Will favour thy so damnable attempt Think'st thou to scape the justice of the heavens And to hood-wink the gods no though thou hast Proceeded thus farre in thy villanies Though thou hast slaine me by thy base treachery My minde foretels thou shalt be soone cut off And all thy hopes destroyd Consolario Colonell Gentleman Mountaneers Consol. Where is my Prince Where is he torment to my wounded heart Weltring in his owne bloud Colon. How heavens defend What impious hand hath done so foule an act Speake Noble Prince speake quickly Amand. Worthy friends You 're fitly come here to revenge my death There stands the villaine and his treacherous crue Who did procure it Gent. We will sacrifice Their lives with speed to pacifie your spirit But that 's a poore requitall for our losse Villaines our swords must send you hence to hell Goe and the furies give you entertainment they kill Alecto and all his friends Consol. Deare Sir how doe you speake to Consolario Speake to your tutor ope these lovely eyes And look with pity on the aged face Of him that dyes for sorrow of your wounds Deare sonne speake comfort to thy fathers heart For so you bid me stile you to my death I faint yet let one word come from you month To tell me that you heare my grievous moane And I shall die in peace Amand. Deare Consolario Thy cries have wak'd me
King then Perseus leading Lucinda Amand. Phaenicia Phaenicia You grace me Sir Amand. Madame I under stand No honour like to this to kisse your hand Exeunt Amandus at one doore Phaenicia at another they meet Amand. Most faire and beauteous Princesse My thoughts did tell me as I lay abed There was a wonder to be seene this morne A Sunne whose glorious beames eclips'd Apollos As much as he doth Cinthias she the starres I finde they were no lyars for behold I see it verifi'd my gazing eyes Are come to blesse and to adore your rise Phaenicia Faire Prince it was some false suggesting dream Abus'd your sleep and wrong'd your expectation You finde not what was promis'd though your wit Would faine excuse the leaving of your bed So soone for nothing doe you use to stirre So early in a morning Amand. Seldome Madame But if such Nymphs attend Auroras traine I 'le hate to be a sluggard and more often Frequent this place the garden of delight Phaenic. You are not like another time to jeere me For early rising Amand. Nay faire Princesse leave not This good and wholesome exercise the graces Will dye for sorrow then the mounting Larke Will not reade o're his mattens nor the Thrush Warble forth ditties with delightfull throat Faire Philomela shall no more be heard To chant and charme the hearers of her songs And all the other winged choristers Will hang the head and weep in silent teares If faire Phaenicia grant no audience Harke how they doe salute you every one Striving to paste and to excell the other In sweet harmonious notes to please your eares O what a consort 's this if you but marke it There is a certaine mutuall emulation Amongst these pretty birds whose musick 's sweetest Hath attracted most your kinde attention Proud to be overheard by beauties Queen Phaen. Sir you have learn'd a pretty art indeed To understand the languages of birds And tell their meanings I have read of some Could well interpret that way but beleeve not You use it row in a poeticke sence And so I take it I should make another Construction of their singing that they chide me And say I am not modest to adventure Alone without my Maids into the garden The wronged Philomela most of all Vrgeth her griefe and bids me take example Of her too much credulity of man I was to blame to come so weakely guarded I must confesse nor would I change a word With any other man besides your selfe Alone in such an houre so much I trust Your vertue noble Prince and worthy thoughts Amandus My humblest thankes for this high priviledge Bright goddesse that you daign me let my lips Pay dutious tribute to your lilly hands I doe beseech you Kisses her hand Phaenc. Sir I now leave you For feare I should be miss'd and so fell under The censure of black tounges which take delight To spot the reputation of a maide I should be loath to give the world occasion Even of the least suspition yet I must Dispence with my returne a little longer To doe one friendly office in behalfe Of a distressed Princesse you may guesse The scope of my intent in these few words Amand. Who doe you meane the faire Lucinda Madam Whose angry stars made so unfortunate As to bestow her love on me unworthy Whose state is such as that I cannot make Reciprocall returne of her affection Phaenic. I must impute that to your cruell nature Pardon me Sir and to no other cause Else what should make the Princesse so contemn'd Is beauty wanting no the envious't wretch That breathes this ayre must be inforc'd to say Her portion 's large that way the curious't eye Can see no blemish in her beauteous face Is youth decay'd then no 't were sinne to thinke it For flowers and Roses spring up in her cheeks Halfe white halfe red most purely intermixt Is vertue banish'd O me thinks my tongue Profaned is for asking such a question So much improbable will you alledge She is not great enough in birth or fortune That will not stand in law for 't will be prov'd She is the greatest Princesse of the world If beauty youth vertue and high descent Accompany her greatnesse what is more To be required in a princely Bride Amand. I grant it Madam that she comes not short Of what you speake her but abounds in all Perfections of the body and the minde But yet this cannot binde me to become Disloyall to the Saint whose temple was Long since erected in this heart of mine Before I saw Lucinda I 'le adore No other goddesse in my thoughts but she To whom I sacrifice my heart and soule I know your vertue 's such as not to urge My reasons thus reveal'd a thing unlawfull O no you hate to further such a suit Faire Princesse so unjust Phaenic. Would I were she He loves with such devotion but alas I doe despaire my fortune aside I have done Farre be it from my thoughts to make a breach Of love and loyalty between two hearts Vnited in themselves but since I have Made this discovery I beseech to know Pardon a womans curiosity The Mistresse of your thoughts I must not be The second time deny'd Amand. You doe impose Such a command upon me as I know not If I shall more offend to disobey Your will in saying nothing or in uttering What you will have me speake if it displease you The fault is yours not mine for I had beene Content to smother up my woes in silence Know then sweet Princesse that I lov'd as soone As fourteene yeeres crept on upon my age A beauteous picture such as rare Apelles Durst ne're presume for feare to imitate Lest he should come farre short and shame himselfe I serv'd this shadow with a zealous heart Sixe yeers but yet the heavenly substance knowes not How much I suffer'd for her love so long I dare proceed no further Phaenic. Come you must Vnfold this darke Aenigma I doe long To beare your story to the end but if You be so modest let me see the picture And I le dispence the trouble of your speech Amand. Madame 't is yours so doth the blushing morne Cast a most pure vermilion on her cheekes When Phaebus doth salute her wonder not Admired Godesse that I am so bould To court a beauty doth deserve the stile Of more then mortall love compell'd me to This high presumption and confirm'd me in it By telling that his mother lov'd a mortall Iuno and Pallas did the like he swore Yea chast Diana though she were so coy Cupid wil be depos'd upon the booke Would sport in private upon Latmus top With faire Endimion once a shepheards boy Descend a little from your heavenly state And looke upon a wretch who layes his life Now at your mercy can you grant me love And life divine Phaenicia Phaenic. Noble Prince My tounge can now not sound the negative Although I faine would for my heart commands That