Duke.What frights are these?Gent.I [a]m sure here 's one past frighting.Bring the lights neerer: I have enough alreadie.Out, out, mine eyes. Look,Casta.Lord.'T is youngPerolot.
Duke.What frights are these?
Gent.I [a]m sure here 's one past frighting.Bring the lights neerer: I have enough alreadie.Out, out, mine eyes. Look,Casta.
Lord.'T is youngPerolot.
Duke.When came he over? Hold the Gentlewoman, she sinks; and bear her off.
Duke.When came he over? Hold the Gentlewoman, she sinks; and bear her off.
Cast.O my dear brother![Exit.Gent.There is a time for all; for me, I hope, too,And very shortly. Murdred?
Cast.O my dear brother![Exit.
Gent.There is a time for all; for me, I hope, too,And very shortly. Murdred?
[Gabriella, Maria, with Lavalls body, above.
Duke.Who's above there?Gab.Look up, and see.Duke.What may this mean?Gab.Behold it;Behold the drunken murdererOf that young Gentleman; behold the rankest,The vilest, basest slave that ever flourish'd.Duke.Who kill'd him?Gab.I; and there 's the cause I did it:Read, if your eyes will give you leave.Hell.Oh! monstrous.Gab.Nay, out it shall: there, take this false heart to ye;The base dishonor of a thousand women:Keep it in gold, Duke, 'tis a precious jewel.Now to my self; for I have liv'd a fair age,Longer by some moneths then I had a mind to.Duke.Hold.Gab.Here, youngPerolot; my first contractedTrue love shall never go alone.Duke.Hold,Gabriella.I do forgive all.Gab.I shall die the better,Thus let me seek my grave, and my shames with me.Mar.Nor shalt thou go alone my noble Mistris:Why should I live, and thou dead?Lord.Save the wench there.Mar.She is, I hope; and all my sins here written.Duke.This was a fatal night.Gent.Heaven has his working,Which we cannot contend against.Duke.Alas!Gent.Your Grace has your alas too.Duke.Would 't were equal;For thou hast lost an honest noble childe.Gent.'T is heir enough has lost a good remembrance.Duke.See all their bodies buried decently,Though some deserv'd it not. How do you, Lady?Hell.Even with your Graces leave, ripe for a Monasterie;There will I wed my life to tears and prayers,And never know what man is more.Duke.Your pleasure;How does the maid within?Lord.She is gone before, Sir,The same course that my Lady takes.Gent.And my course shall be my Beads at home; soPlease your Grace to give me leave to leave the Court.Duke.In peace, Sir,And take my love along.Gent.I shall pray for ye.Duke.Now to our selves retire we, and beginBy this example to correct each sin.[Exeunt.
Duke.Who's above there?
Gab.Look up, and see.
Duke.What may this mean?
Gab.Behold it;Behold the drunken murdererOf that young Gentleman; behold the rankest,The vilest, basest slave that ever flourish'd.
Duke.Who kill'd him?
Gab.I; and there 's the cause I did it:Read, if your eyes will give you leave.
Hell.Oh! monstrous.
Gab.Nay, out it shall: there, take this false heart to ye;The base dishonor of a thousand women:Keep it in gold, Duke, 'tis a precious jewel.Now to my self; for I have liv'd a fair age,Longer by some moneths then I had a mind to.
Duke.Hold.
Gab.Here, youngPerolot; my first contractedTrue love shall never go alone.
Duke.Hold,Gabriella.I do forgive all.
Gab.I shall die the better,Thus let me seek my grave, and my shames with me.
Mar.Nor shalt thou go alone my noble Mistris:Why should I live, and thou dead?
Lord.Save the wench there.
Mar.She is, I hope; and all my sins here written.
Duke.This was a fatal night.
Gent.Heaven has his working,Which we cannot contend against.
Duke.Alas!
Gent.Your Grace has your alas too.
Duke.Would 't were equal;For thou hast lost an honest noble childe.
Gent.'T is heir enough has lost a good remembrance.
Duke.See all their bodies buried decently,Though some deserv'd it not. How do you, Lady?
Hell.Even with your Graces leave, ripe for a Monasterie;There will I wed my life to tears and prayers,And never know what man is more.
Duke.Your pleasure;How does the maid within?
Lord.She is gone before, Sir,The same course that my Lady takes.
Gent.And my course shall be my Beads at home; soPlease your Grace to give me leave to leave the Court.
Duke.In peace, Sir,And take my love along.
Gent.I shall pray for ye.
Duke.Now to our selves retire we, and beginBy this example to correct each sin.[Exeunt.
[Flourish.
King. Em.By this we plainly view the two imposthumesThat choke a kingdoms welfare; Ease, and Wantonness;In both of whichLavallwas capital:For first, Ease stole away his minde from honor,That active noble thoughts had kept still working,And then deliver'd him to drink and women,Lust and outragious riot; and what their ends are,How infamous and foul, we see example.Therefore, that great man that will keep his name,And gain his merit out of Virtues schools,Must make the pleasures of the world his fools.[Flourish.
King. Em.By this we plainly view the two imposthumesThat choke a kingdoms welfare; Ease, and Wantonness;In both of whichLavallwas capital:For first, Ease stole away his minde from honor,That active noble thoughts had kept still working,And then deliver'd him to drink and women,Lust and outragious riot; and what their ends are,How infamous and foul, we see example.Therefore, that great man that will keep his name,And gain his merit out of Virtues schools,Must make the pleasures of the world his fools.[Flourish.
TheTRIUMPH.
Enter Musicians: next them, Perolotwith the wound he died with. ThenGabriellaandMaria,with their wounds: after them, four Furies with Bannerets in[s]crib'dRevenge, Murder, LustandDrunkenness,singing. Next them, Lavallwounded. Then [a] Chariot with Death drawn by the Destinies.[Flourish.
Enter Musicians: next them, Perolotwith the wound he died with. ThenGabriellaandMaria,with their wounds: after them, four Furies with Bannerets in[s]crib'dRevenge, Murder, LustandDrunkenness,singing. Next them, Lavallwounded. Then [a] Chariot with Death drawn by the Destinies.[Flourish.
EnterPROLOGUE.
From this sad sight ascend your noble eye,And see oldTimehelping triumphantly,Helping his MasterMan:view here his vanitiesAnd see his false friends like those glutted flyes,That when they've suckt their fill, fall off, and fadeFrom all remembrance of him, like a shade.And last, view who relieves him; and that gone,We hope your favour, and our Play is done.[Flourish.
From this sad sight ascend your noble eye,And see oldTimehelping triumphantly,Helping his MasterMan:view here his vanitiesAnd see his false friends like those glutted flyes,That when they've suckt their fill, fall off, and fadeFrom all remembrance of him, like a shade.And last, view who relieves him; and that gone,We hope your favour, and our Play is done.[Flourish.
Enter Anthropos, Desire, and Vain Delight; Bounty.
Ant.What hast thou done,Desire, and how imploy'dThe charge I gave thee, about levying wealthFor our supplies?Desire.I have done all, yet nothing:Tri'd all, and all my ways, yet all miscarried;There dwells a sordid dulness in their mindesThou son of earth, colder then that thou art made of,I came toCraft, found all his hooks about him,And all his nets baited and set; his slie selfAnd greedieLucreat a serious conferenceWhich way to tie the world within their statutes:Business of all sides and of all sorts swarmingLike Bees broke loose in summer: [I] declaredYour will and want together, both inforcingWith all the power and pains I had, to reach him;Yet all fell short.Anth.His answer.Desire.This he gave me.Your wants are never ending; and those suppliesThat came to stop those breaches, are ever lavishtBefore they reach the main, in toys and trifles,Gew-gaws, and gilded puppets:Vain delightHe says has ruin'd ye, with clappi[n]g allThat comes in for support, on clothes, and Coaches,Perfumes, and powder'd pates; and that your Mistris,The LadyPleasure, like a sea devoursAt length both you and him too. If you have houses,Or land, or jewels, for good pawn, he'll hear you,And will be readie to supplie occasions;If not, he locks his ears up, and grows stupid.From him, I went toVanity, whom I foundAttended by [a]n endless troop of Tailors,Mercers, Embroiderers, Feather-makers, Fumers,All occupations opening like a Mart,That serve to rig the body out with braverie;And th'row the roome new fashions flew like flyes,In thousand gaudie shapes;Pridewaiting on her,And busily surveying all the breachesTime and delaying Nature had wrought in her,Which still with art she piec'd again, and strengthened:I told your wants; she shew'd me gowns and head-tires,Imbroider'd wastcoats, smocks seam'd thorow with cut-works,Scarfs, mantles, petticoats, muffs, powders, paintings,Dogs, monkeys, parrots, which all seemed to shew meThe way her money went. From her toPleasureI took my journey.Anth.And what says our best Mistris?Desire.She danc'd me out this answer presently:Revels and Masques had drawn her drie alreadie.I met oldTimetoo, mowing mankind down,Who says you are too hot, and he must purge ye.Anth.A coldquietus. Miserable creatures,Born to support and beautifie your master,The godlike man, set here to do me service,The children of my will; why, or how dare ye,Created to my use alone, disgrace me?Beasts have more court[e]sie; they live about me,Offering their warm wooll to the shearers hand,To clothe me with their bodies to my labours;Nay, even their lives they daily sacrifice,And proudly press with garlands to the altars,To fill the gods oblations. Birds bow to me,Striking their downie sails to do me service,Their sweet airs ever ecchoing to mine honor,And to my rest their plumie softs they send me.Fishes, and plants, and all where life inhabits,But mine own cursed kind, obey their ruler;Mine have forgot me, miserable mine,Into whose stonie hearts, neglect of dutie,Squint-ey'd deceit, and self-love, are crept closely:None feel my wants, not one mend with me.Desire.None, Sir?Ant.Thou hast forgot (Desire) thy best friend,Flatterie;He cannot fail me.Delight.Fail? he will sell himself,And all within his power, close to his skin first.Desire.I thought so too, and made him my first ventureBut found him in a young Lords ear so busie,So like a smiling showr pouring his soulIn at his portals, his face in a thousand figuresCatching the vain mind of the men: I pull'd him,But still he hung like birdlime; spoke unto him,His answer still was, By the Lord, sweet Lord,And By my soul, thou master-piece of honor;Nothing could stave him off: he has heard your flood's gone;And on decaying things he seldom smiles, Sir.Anth.Then here I break up state, and free my followers,Putting my fortune now toTime, andJustice:Go seek new masters now; forAnthroposNeglected by his friends, must seek new fortunes.Desire, toAvariceI here commend thee,Where thou may'st live at full bent of thy wishes:AndVain Delight, thou feeder of my folliesWith light fantastickness, be thou in favour.To leave thee,Bountie, my most worthie servant,Troubles me more then m[ine] own misery;But we must part: go plant thy self, my best friend,In honorable hearts that truely know thee,And there live ever like thy self, a virtue:But leave this place, and seek the Countrey,For Law, and lust, like fire lick all up here.Now none butPovertymust follow me,Despis'd patch'dPoverty; and we two married,Will seekSimplicity,ContentandPeaceout.
Ant.What hast thou done,Desire, and how imploy'dThe charge I gave thee, about levying wealthFor our supplies?
Desire.I have done all, yet nothing:Tri'd all, and all my ways, yet all miscarried;There dwells a sordid dulness in their mindesThou son of earth, colder then that thou art made of,I came toCraft, found all his hooks about him,And all his nets baited and set; his slie selfAnd greedieLucreat a serious conferenceWhich way to tie the world within their statutes:Business of all sides and of all sorts swarmingLike Bees broke loose in summer: [I] declaredYour will and want together, both inforcingWith all the power and pains I had, to reach him;Yet all fell short.
Anth.His answer.
Desire.This he gave me.Your wants are never ending; and those suppliesThat came to stop those breaches, are ever lavishtBefore they reach the main, in toys and trifles,Gew-gaws, and gilded puppets:Vain delightHe says has ruin'd ye, with clappi[n]g allThat comes in for support, on clothes, and Coaches,Perfumes, and powder'd pates; and that your Mistris,The LadyPleasure, like a sea devoursAt length both you and him too. If you have houses,Or land, or jewels, for good pawn, he'll hear you,And will be readie to supplie occasions;If not, he locks his ears up, and grows stupid.From him, I went toVanity, whom I foundAttended by [a]n endless troop of Tailors,Mercers, Embroiderers, Feather-makers, Fumers,All occupations opening like a Mart,That serve to rig the body out with braverie;And th'row the roome new fashions flew like flyes,In thousand gaudie shapes;Pridewaiting on her,And busily surveying all the breachesTime and delaying Nature had wrought in her,Which still with art she piec'd again, and strengthened:I told your wants; she shew'd me gowns and head-tires,Imbroider'd wastcoats, smocks seam'd thorow with cut-works,Scarfs, mantles, petticoats, muffs, powders, paintings,Dogs, monkeys, parrots, which all seemed to shew meThe way her money went. From her toPleasureI took my journey.
Anth.And what says our best Mistris?
Desire.She danc'd me out this answer presently:Revels and Masques had drawn her drie alreadie.I met oldTimetoo, mowing mankind down,Who says you are too hot, and he must purge ye.
Anth.A coldquietus. Miserable creatures,Born to support and beautifie your master,The godlike man, set here to do me service,The children of my will; why, or how dare ye,Created to my use alone, disgrace me?Beasts have more court[e]sie; they live about me,Offering their warm wooll to the shearers hand,To clothe me with their bodies to my labours;Nay, even their lives they daily sacrifice,And proudly press with garlands to the altars,To fill the gods oblations. Birds bow to me,Striking their downie sails to do me service,Their sweet airs ever ecchoing to mine honor,And to my rest their plumie softs they send me.Fishes, and plants, and all where life inhabits,But mine own cursed kind, obey their ruler;Mine have forgot me, miserable mine,Into whose stonie hearts, neglect of dutie,Squint-ey'd deceit, and self-love, are crept closely:None feel my wants, not one mend with me.
Desire.None, Sir?
Ant.Thou hast forgot (Desire) thy best friend,Flatterie;He cannot fail me.
Delight.Fail? he will sell himself,And all within his power, close to his skin first.
Desire.I thought so too, and made him my first ventureBut found him in a young Lords ear so busie,So like a smiling showr pouring his soulIn at his portals, his face in a thousand figuresCatching the vain mind of the men: I pull'd him,But still he hung like birdlime; spoke unto him,His answer still was, By the Lord, sweet Lord,And By my soul, thou master-piece of honor;Nothing could stave him off: he has heard your flood's gone;And on decaying things he seldom smiles, Sir.
Anth.Then here I break up state, and free my followers,Putting my fortune now toTime, andJustice:Go seek new masters now; forAnthroposNeglected by his friends, must seek new fortunes.Desire, toAvariceI here commend thee,Where thou may'st live at full bent of thy wishes:AndVain Delight, thou feeder of my folliesWith light fantastickness, be thou in favour.To leave thee,Bountie, my most worthie servant,Troubles me more then m[ine] own misery;But we must part: go plant thy self, my best friend,In honorable hearts that truely know thee,And there live ever like thy self, a virtue:But leave this place, and seek the Countrey,For Law, and lust, like fire lick all up here.Now none butPovertymust follow me,Despis'd patch'dPoverty; and we two married,Will seekSimplicity,ContentandPeaceout.
Enter Poverty.
And live with them in exile. How uncall'd onMy true friend comes!Poverty.Here, hold thee,Anthropos,Thou art almost arm'd at rest; put this on,A penitential robe, to purge thy pleasures:Off with that vanitie.Anth.Here,Vain Delight,And with this all my part, to thee againOf thee I freely render.Pov.Take this staff now,And be more constant to your steps hereafter:The staff isStaidness of affections.Away you painted flyes, that with mans summetTake life and heat buzzing about his blossoms;When growing full, ye turn to Caterpillers,Gnawing the root that gave you life. Fly shadows.
And live with them in exile. How uncall'd onMy true friend comes!
Poverty.Here, hold thee,Anthropos,Thou art almost arm'd at rest; put this on,A penitential robe, to purge thy pleasures:Off with that vanitie.
Anth.Here,Vain Delight,And with this all my part, to thee againOf thee I freely render.
Pov.Take this staff now,And be more constant to your steps hereafter:The staff isStaidness of affections.Away you painted flyes, that with mans summetTake life and heat buzzing about his blossoms;When growing full, ye turn to Caterpillers,Gnawing the root that gave you life. Fly shadows.
[Exeunt desire and delight.
Now toContentI'll give thee,Anthropos,ToRestandPeace: no vanitie dwells there;Desire[nor]Pleasur[e], to delude thy mind more;NoFlatteriessmooth-fil'd tongue shall poison thee.Anth.O!Jupiter, if I have ever offer'dUpon thy burning Altars but one SacrificeThou and thy fair-ey'dJunosmil'd upon;If ever, to thine honor, bounteous feasts,Where all thy statu[e]s sweet with wine and incense,Have by the son of earth been celebrated:Hear me (the child of shame now) hear thou helper,And take my wrongs into thy hands, thou justiceDone by unmindful man, unmerciful,Against his master done, against thy order;And raise again, thou father of all honor,The poor despis'd, but yet thy noblest creature.Raise from his ruines once more this sunk Cedar,That all may fear thy power, and I proclaim it.[Exeunt.
Now toContentI'll give thee,Anthropos,ToRestandPeace: no vanitie dwells there;Desire[nor]Pleasur[e], to delude thy mind more;NoFlatteriessmooth-fil'd tongue shall poison thee.
Anth.O!Jupiter, if I have ever offer'dUpon thy burning Altars but one SacrificeThou and thy fair-ey'dJunosmil'd upon;If ever, to thine honor, bounteous feasts,Where all thy statu[e]s sweet with wine and incense,Have by the son of earth been celebrated:Hear me (the child of shame now) hear thou helper,And take my wrongs into thy hands, thou justiceDone by unmindful man, unmerciful,Against his master done, against thy order;And raise again, thou father of all honor,The poor despis'd, but yet thy noblest creature.Raise from his ruines once more this sunk Cedar,That all may fear thy power, and I proclaim it.[Exeunt.
Jupiter and Mercury descend severally. Trumpets small above.
Jup.Ho!Mercury, my winged son.Mer.Your servant.Jup.Whose powerful prayers were those that reach'd our ears,Arm'd in such spells of pity now?Mer.The sad petitionsOf the scorn'd son of earth, the god-likeAnthropos,He that has swell'd your sacred fires with incense,And pil'd upon your Altars a thousand heifers;He that (beguil'd byVanityandPleasure,Desire,Craft,Flattery, and smoothHypocrisie)Stands now despis'd and ruin'd, left toPoverty.Jup.It must not be; he was not rais'd for ruine;Nor shall those hands heav'd at m[ine] Altars, perish:He is our noblest creature. Flee toTime,And charge him presently release the bandsOfPovertyandWantthis suitor sinks in:Tell him, among the Sun-burntIndians,That know no other wealth but Peace and pleasure,She shall find goldenPlutus, god of riches,Who idly is ador'd, the innocent peopleNot knowing yet what power and weight he carries:Bid him compell him to his right use, honor,And presently to live withAnthropos.It is our Will. Away.Mer.I do obey it.[Jupiter and Mercury ascend again.
Jup.Ho!Mercury, my winged son.
Mer.Your servant.
Jup.Whose powerful prayers were those that reach'd our ears,Arm'd in such spells of pity now?
Mer.The sad petitionsOf the scorn'd son of earth, the god-likeAnthropos,He that has swell'd your sacred fires with incense,And pil'd upon your Altars a thousand heifers;He that (beguil'd byVanityandPleasure,Desire,Craft,Flattery, and smoothHypocrisie)Stands now despis'd and ruin'd, left toPoverty.
Jup.It must not be; he was not rais'd for ruine;Nor shall those hands heav'd at m[ine] Altars, perish:He is our noblest creature. Flee toTime,And charge him presently release the bandsOfPovertyandWantthis suitor sinks in:Tell him, among the Sun-burntIndians,That know no other wealth but Peace and pleasure,She shall find goldenPlutus, god of riches,Who idly is ador'd, the innocent peopleNot knowing yet what power and weight he carries:Bid him compell him to his right use, honor,And presently to live withAnthropos.It is our Will. Away.
Mer.I do obey it.[Jupiter and Mercury ascend again.
Musick.EnterPlutus,with a troop ofIndians,singing and dancing wildly about him, and bowing to him: which ended, EnterTime.
Musick.EnterPlutus,with a troop ofIndians,singing and dancing wildly about him, and bowing to him: which ended, EnterTime.
Time.Rise, and away; 'tisJovescommand.Plut.I will not:Ye have some fool to furnish now; someMidasThat to no purpose I must choak with riches.Who must I go to?Time.To the son of earth;He wants the god of wealth.Plut.Let him want still:I was too lately with him, almost tornInto ten thousand pieces by his followers:I could not sleep, butCraftorVanityWere filing off my fingers; not eat, for fearPleasurewould cast her self into my belly,And there surprize my heart.Time.These have forsaken him:Make haste then, thou must with me: be not angry,For fear a greater anger light upon thee.Plut.I do obey then: but change my figure;For when I willingly befriend a creature,Goodly, and full of glory I shew to him;But when I am compell'd, old, and decrepid,I halt, and hang upon my staff. Farewell, friends,I will not be long from ye; all my servantsI leave among ye still, and my chief riches.
Time.Rise, and away; 'tisJovescommand.
Plut.I will not:Ye have some fool to furnish now; someMidasThat to no purpose I must choak with riches.Who must I go to?
Time.To the son of earth;He wants the god of wealth.
Plut.Let him want still:I was too lately with him, almost tornInto ten thousand pieces by his followers:I could not sleep, butCraftorVanityWere filing off my fingers; not eat, for fearPleasurewould cast her self into my belly,And there surprize my heart.
Time.These have forsaken him:Make haste then, thou must with me: be not angry,For fear a greater anger light upon thee.
Plut.I do obey then: but change my figure;For when I willingly befriend a creature,Goodly, and full of glory I shew to him;But when I am compell'd, old, and decrepid,I halt, and hang upon my staff. Farewell, friends,I will not be long from ye; all my servantsI leave among ye still, and my chief riches.
[ExeuntIndianswith a dance.
OhTime, what innocence dwells here, what goodness!They know me not, nor hurt me not, yet hug me.Away, I'll follow thee: but not too fast,Time.
OhTime, what innocence dwells here, what goodness!They know me not, nor hurt me not, yet hug me.Away, I'll follow thee: but not too fast,Time.
[ExeuntPlutusandTime.
Enter Anthropos, Honesty, Simplicity, Humility, Poverty.
Humil.Man, be not sad, nor let this divorceFromMundus, and his many ways of pleasure,Afflict thy spirits; which consider'd rightlyWith inward eyes, makes thee arrive at happy.Pov.For now what danger or deceit can reach thee?What matter left forCraftorCovetizeTo plot against thee? whatDesireto burn thee?Honest.Oh son of earth, letHonestypossess thee;Be as thou wast intended, like thy Maker;See thorow those gawdy shadows, that like dreamsHave dwelt upon thee long: call up thy goodness,Thy mind and man with[in] thee, that lie shipwrack'd,And then how thin and vain these fond affections,How lame this worldly [l]ove, how lump-like rawAnd ill digested all these vanitiesWill shew, letReasontell thee.Simpl.Crown thy mindWith that above the worlds wealth, joyful suff'ring,And truly be the master of thy self.Which is the noblest Empire; and there standThe thing thou wert ordain'd, and set to govern.Pov.Come, let us sing the worlds shame: hear us,Anthropos.
Humil.Man, be not sad, nor let this divorceFromMundus, and his many ways of pleasure,Afflict thy spirits; which consider'd rightlyWith inward eyes, makes thee arrive at happy.
Pov.For now what danger or deceit can reach thee?What matter left forCraftorCovetizeTo plot against thee? whatDesireto burn thee?
Honest.Oh son of earth, letHonestypossess thee;Be as thou wast intended, like thy Maker;See thorow those gawdy shadows, that like dreamsHave dwelt upon thee long: call up thy goodness,Thy mind and man with[in] thee, that lie shipwrack'd,And then how thin and vain these fond affections,How lame this worldly [l]ove, how lump-like rawAnd ill digested all these vanitiesWill shew, letReasontell thee.
Simpl.Crown thy mindWith that above the worlds wealth, joyful suff'ring,And truly be the master of thy self.Which is the noblest Empire; and there standThe thing thou wert ordain'd, and set to govern.
Pov.Come, let us sing the worlds shame: hear us,Anthropos.
Song:And then EnterTimeandPlutus.
Hon.Away; we are betrayd.[Exeunt all butPoverty.Time.Get thou too after,Thou needy bare companion; go for ever,For ever, I conjure thee: make no answer.[ExitPoverty.
Hon.Away; we are betrayd.[Exeunt all butPoverty.
Time.Get thou too after,Thou needy bare companion; go for ever,For ever, I conjure thee: make no answer.[ExitPoverty.
Anth.What mak'st thou here,Time? thou that to this Minute, never stood still by me?
Anth.What mak'st thou here,Time? thou that to this Minute, never stood still by me?
Time.I have brought thee succour;And now catch hold, I am thine: The god of riches(Compell'd by him that saw thy miseries,The ever just and wakefulJove, at length)Is come unto thee: use him as thine own;For 'tis the doom of Heaven: he must obey thee.Anth.Have I found pity then?Time.Thou hast; andJusticeAgainst those false seducers of thine honor:Come, give him present helps.[ExitTime.
Time.I have brought thee succour;And now catch hold, I am thine: The god of riches(Compell'd by him that saw thy miseries,The ever just and wakefulJove, at length)Is come unto thee: use him as thine own;For 'tis the doom of Heaven: he must obey thee.
Anth.Have I found pity then?
Time.Thou hast; andJusticeAgainst those false seducers of thine honor:Come, give him present helps.[ExitTime.
Industry and the Arts discovered.
Plut.ComeIndustry,Thou friend of life; and next to thee, riseLabour;
Plut.ComeIndustry,Thou friend of life; and next to thee, riseLabour;
[Plutusstamps. Labourrises.
Rise presently: and now to your employments;But first conduct this mortal to the rock.
Rise presently: and now to your employments;But first conduct this mortal to the rock.
They carryAnthroposto a Rock, and fall a digging.
What seest thou now?[Plutusstrikes the Rock, and flames flie out.Anth.A glorious Mine of Metal.OhJupiter, my thanks.Plut.To me a little.Anth.And to the god of wealth, my Sacrifice.Plut.Nay, then I am rewarded. Take heed now, Son,You are afloat again, lestMunduscatch ye.Anth.Neve[r] betray me more.Plut.I must toIndia,From whence I came, where my main wealth lies buried,And these must with me. Take that Book and Mattock,And by those, know to live again.
What seest thou now?[Plutusstrikes the Rock, and flames flie out.
Anth.A glorious Mine of Metal.OhJupiter, my thanks.
Plut.To me a little.
Anth.And to the god of wealth, my Sacrifice.
Plut.Nay, then I am rewarded. Take heed now, Son,You are afloat again, lestMunduscatch ye.
Anth.Neve[r] betray me more.
Plut.I must toIndia,From whence I came, where my main wealth lies buried,And these must with me. Take that Book and Mattock,And by those, know to live again.
[ExeuntPlutus, Industry, Labour,&[c].
Anth.I shall do.
Anth.I shall do.
EnterFamesounding.
Fame.Thorow all the world, the fortune of greatAnthroposBe known and wonder'd at; his riches envy'dAs far as Sun or Time is; his power fear'd too.[Exeunt.
Fame.Thorow all the world, the fortune of greatAnthroposBe known and wonder'd at; his riches envy'dAs far as Sun or Time is; his power fear'd too.[Exeunt.
MUSICK.
EnterDelight, Pleasure, [Craft, Lucre,] Vanity,&c. dancing (and Masqu'd) towards the Rock, offering service toAnthropos. Mercuryfrom above. Musick heard. One half of a cloud drawn. Singers are discovered: then the other half drawn.Jupiterseen in glory.
EnterDelight, Pleasure, [Craft, Lucre,] Vanity,&c. dancing (and Masqu'd) towards the Rock, offering service toAnthropos. Mercuryfrom above. Musick heard. One half of a cloud drawn. Singers are discovered: then the other half drawn.Jupiterseen in glory.
Mer.Take heed, weak man, those are the sins that sunk thee:Trust 'em no more: kneel, and give thanks toJupiter.Anth.Oh mighty power!Jup.Unmask, ye gilded poisons:Now look upon 'em, son of earth, and shame 'em;Now see the faces of thy evil Angels,Lead 'em toTime, and let 'em fill his Triumph:Their memories be here forgot for ever.Anth.Oh just great god! how many lives of service,What ages only given to thine honor.What infinites of vows, and holy prayers,Can pay my thanks?Jup.Rise up: and to assure theeThat never more thou shalt feel want, strike,Mercury,Strike him; and by that stroke he shall for everLive in that rock of Gold, and still enjoy it.Be't done, I say. Now sing in honor of him.
Mer.Take heed, weak man, those are the sins that sunk thee:Trust 'em no more: kneel, and give thanks toJupiter.
Anth.Oh mighty power!
Jup.Unmask, ye gilded poisons:Now look upon 'em, son of earth, and shame 'em;Now see the faces of thy evil Angels,Lead 'em toTime, and let 'em fill his Triumph:Their memories be here forgot for ever.
Anth.Oh just great god! how many lives of service,What ages only given to thine honor.What infinites of vows, and holy prayers,Can pay my thanks?
Jup.Rise up: and to assure theeThat never more thou shalt feel want, strike,Mercury,Strike him; and by that stroke he shall for everLive in that rock of Gold, and still enjoy it.Be't done, I say. Now sing in honor of him.
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Enter the Triumph. First, the Musicians: thenVain Delight, Pleasure, Craft, L[u]cre, Vanity,and other of the Vices: Then a Chariot with the person ofTimesitting in it, drawn by four persons, representing Hours, singing.
Enter the Triumph. First, the Musicians: thenVain Delight, Pleasure, Craft, L[u]cre, Vanity,and other of the Vices: Then a Chariot with the person ofTimesitting in it, drawn by four persons, representing Hours, singing.
Exeunt.Flourish.King. Em.By this we note (sweet-heart) in Kings and PrincesA weakness, even in spite of all their wisdoms.And often to be master'd by abuses:Our natures here describ'd too, and what humorsPrevail above our Reasons to undo us.But this the last and best. When no friend stands,The gods are merciful, and lend their hands.Flourish.
Exeunt.Flourish.
King. Em.By this we note (sweet-heart) in Kings and PrincesA weakness, even in spite of all their wisdoms.And often to be master'd by abuses:Our natures here describ'd too, and what humorsPrevail above our Reasons to undo us.But this the last and best. When no friend stands,The gods are merciful, and lend their hands.Flourish.