EnterPriestess,andChilax.
Pri.O y'are a precious man! two days in townAnd never see your old Friend?Chi.Prithee pardon me.Pri.And in my Conscience if I had not sent.Chi.No more, I would ha' come; I must.Pri.I find ye,God a mercy want, ye never care for meBut when your Slops are empty.Chi.Ne'r fear that, Wench;Shall find good currant Coin still; Is this the old House?Pri.Have ye forgot it?Chi.And the door still standingThat goes into the Temple?Pri.Still.Chi.The Robes too,That I was wont to shift in here?Pri.All here still.Chi.O ye tuff Rogue, what troubles have I trotted through!What fears and frights! every poor Mouse a MonsterThat I heard stir, and every stick I trod on,A sharp sting to my Conscience.Pri.'Las poor Conscience.Chi.And all to liquor thy old Boots, Wench.Pri.Out Beast:How you talk!Chi.I am old, Wench,And talking to an old man is like a stomacher,It keeps his blood warm.Pri.But pray tellme—Chi.Any thing.Pri.Where did the Boy meet with ye? at a Wench sure?At one end of a Wench, a Cup of Wine, sure?Chi.Thou know'st I am too honest.Pri.That's your fault,And that the Surgeon knows.Chi.Then farewel,I will not fail ye soon.Pri.Ye shall stay Supper;I have sworn ye shall, by this ye shall.Chi.I will, Wench;But after Supper for an hour, my business.Pri.And but an hour?Chi.No by this kiss, that endedI will return and all night in thine Arms wench.Pr.No more, I'le take your meaning; come 'tis Supper time.[Exeunt.
EnterCalis, Cleanthe, Lucippe.
Calis.Thou art not well.Clean.Your grace sees more a great dealThan I feel, (yet I lye) O Brother!Cal.Mark her,Is not the quickness of her eye consumed, wench?The lively red and white?Lucip.Nay she is much alter'd,That on my understanding, all her sleeps LadyWhich were as sound and sweet—Cle.Pray do not force me,Good Madam, where I am not, to be ill,Conceit's a double sickness; on my faith your highnessIs meer mistaken in me.{A Dead March withinof Drum and SagbuttsCal.I am glad on't.Yet this I have ever noted when thou wast thus,It still forerun some strange event: my SisterDied when thou wast thus last: hark hark, ho,What mournfull noise is this comes creeping forward?Still it grows nearer, nearer, do ye hear it?
EnterPolydor, and Captains,Eumenesmourning.
Lucip.It seems some Souldiers funeral: see it enters.C[a]l.What may it mean?Pol.The Gods keep ye fairCalis.Cal.This man can speak, and well;he stands and views us;Wou'd I were ne'r worse look't upon: how humblyHis eyes are cast now to the Earth! pray mark himAnd mark how rarely he has rankt his troubles:See nowhe weeps, they all weep; a sweeter sorrowI never look't upon, nor one that braverBecame his grief; your will with us?Pol.Great Lady,[Plucks out the Cup.Excellent beauty.Cal.He speaks handsomely.What a rare rhetorician his grief plaies!That stop was admirable.Pol.See, see thou Princess,Thou great commander of all hearts.Cal.I have found it,O how my soul shakes!Pol.See, see the noble heartOf him that was the noblest: see and glory(Like the proud God himself) in what thou hast purchas'd,Behold the heart ofMemnon: does it start ye?Cal.Good gods, what has his wildness done?Pol.Look boldlie,You boldlie said you durst, look wretched woman,Nay flie not back fair follie, 'tis too late now,Vertue and blooming honour bleed to death here,Take it, the Legacie of Love bequeath'd ye,Of cruel Love a cruel Legacie;What was the will that wroughtit then? can ye weep?Imbalm it in your truest tearsIf women can weep a truth, or ever sorrow sunk yetInto the soul of your sex, for 'tis a JewelThe worlds worth cannot weigh down,Take it Lady; And with it all (I dare not curse) my sorrows,And may they turn to Serpents.Eumen.How she looksStill upon him! see now a tear steals from her.2 Capt.But still she keeps her eye firm.Pol.Next read this,But since I see your spirit somewhat troubledI'le doe it for ye.2 Capt.Still she eyes him mainlie.
Goe happy heart for thou shalt lyeIntomb'd in her for whom I dyeExample of her cruelty.Tell her if she chance to chideMe for slowness in her prideThat it was for her I died.If a tear escape her eye'Tis not for my memoryBut thy rights of obsequy.The Altar was my loving breast,My heart the sacrificed beast,And I was my self the Priest.Your body was the sacred shrine,Your cruel mind the power divinePleas'd with hearts of men, not kine.
Goe happy heart for thou shalt lyeIntomb'd in her for whom I dyeExample of her cruelty.Tell her if she chance to chideMe for slowness in her prideThat it was for her I died.If a tear escape her eye'Tis not for my memoryBut thy rights of obsequy.The Altar was my loving breast,My heart the sacrificed beast,And I was my self the Priest.Your body was the sacred shrine,Your cruel mind the power divinePleas'd with hearts of men, not kine.
Eumen.Now it pours down.Pol.I like it rarelie: Ladie.Eumen.How greedily she swallows up his language!2 Capt.Her eye inhabits on him.Pol.Cruel Ladie,Great as your beautie scornfull; had your powerBut equal poise on all hearts, all hearts perish't;ButCupidhas more shafts than one, more flames too,And now he must be open ey'd, 'tis Justice:Live to injoy your longing; live and laugh atThe losses and the miseries we suffer;Live to be spoken when your crueltieHas cut off all the vertue from this Kingdom,Turn'd honour into earth, and faithful service.Cal.I swear his anger's excellent.Pol.Truth, and most tried loveInto disdain and downfall.Calis.Still more pleasing.Pol.Live then I say famous for civil slaughters,Live and lay out your triumphs, gild your glories,Live and be spoken this is she, this Ladie,This goodly Ladie, yet most killing beautie;This with the two edg'd eyes, the heart for hardnessOutdoing rocks; and coldness, rocks of Crystal.This with the swelling soul, more coy of CourtshipThan the proud sea is when the shores embrace him;Live till the mothers find ye, read your story,And sow their barren curses on your beauty,Till those that have enjoy'd their loves despise ye,Till Virgins pray against ye, old age find ye,And even as wasted coals glow in their dying,So may the Gods reward ye in your ashes:But y'are the Sister of my King; more propheciesElse I should utter of ye, true loves and loyalBless themselves ever from ye: so I leave ye.Cal.Prethee be angry still young man: good fair SirChide me again, what wou'd this man doe pleas'd,That in hispassion can bewitch souls? stay.Eumen.Upon my life she loves him.Calis.Pray stay.Pol.No.Cal.I do command ye.Pol.No, ye cannot Ladie,I have a spell against ye, Faith and Reason,Ye are too weak to reach me: I have a heart too,But not for hawks meat Ladie.Cal.Even for CharityLeave me not thus afflicted: you can teach me.Pol.How can you Preach that Charity to othersThat in your own soul are an Atheist,Believing neither power nor fear? I trouble ye,The Gods be good unto ye.Cal.Amen.Lucip.Ladie.[She Swounds.C[l]e.O royal Madam, Gentlemen for heaven sake.{Theycomeback.Pol.Give her fresh air, she comes again: away sirsAnd here stand close till we perceive the working.Eumen.Ye have undone all.Pol.So I fear.2 Capt.She loves ye.Eumen.And then all hopes lost this way.Pol.Peace she rises.Clean.Now for my purpose Fortune.Calis.Where's the Gentleman?Lucip.Gone Madam.Calis.Why gone?Lucip.H'as dispatch't his business.Calis.He came to speak with me,He did.Clean.He did not.Calis.For I had many questions.Lucip.On my Faith Madam, heTalk't a great while to ye.Calis.Thou conceiv'st not,He talk't not as he should doe; O my heartAway with that sad sight; didst thou e're love me?Lucip.Why do you make that question?Calis.If thou didstRun, run wench, run: nay see how thou stir'st.Lucip.Whither?Calis.If 'twere for any thing to please thy selfThou woud'st run toth' devil: but I am grown—Clean.Fie Lady.Cal.I ask none of your fortunes, nor your loves,None of your bent desires I slack, ye are notIn love with all men, are ye? one for shameYou will leave your honour'd mistris? why do ye stare so?What is that ye see about me, tell me?Lord what am I become? I am not wilde sure,Heaven keep that from me: OCleanthehelp me,Or I am sunk to death.Cle.Ye have offended and mightily, love is incenst against ye,And therefore take my Counsel, to the Temple,For that's the speediest physick: before the GoddessGive your repentant prayers: ask her will,And from the Oracle attend your sentence,She is milde and mercifull.Calis.I will: OVenusEven as thou lov'st thy self!Clean.Now for my fortune.[ExeuntCal.and women.Pol.What shall I doe?1 Capt.Why make your self.Pol.I dare not,No Gentlemen, I dare not be a villain,Though her bright beauty would entice an Angel.I will toth' King my last hope: get him a womanAs we before concluded: and as ye passGive out the Spartans are in arms; and terrible;And let some letters to that end be feign'd tooAnd sent to you,some Posts too, to the General;And let me work: be ne're him still.Eumen.We will Sir.Pol.Farewel: and pray for all: what e're I will yeDoe it, and hope a fair end.Eumen.The Gods speed ye.[Exeunt.
EnterStremon, Fool, Boy, and Servants.
Servants.He lies quiet.Strem.Let him lye, and as I told yeMake ready for this shew: h'as divers timesBeen calling uponOrpheusto appearAnd shew the joyes: now I will be thatOrpheus,And as I play and sing, like beasts and treesI wou'd have you shap't and enter: thou a Dog, fool,I have sent about your sutes: the Boy a bush,An Ass you, you a Lion.Fool.I a Dog?I'le fit you for a Dog. Bow wow.Strem.'Tis excellent,Steal in and make no noise.Fool.Bow wow.Strem.Away Rogue.[Exeunt.
EnterPriestess, andChilax.
Priest.Good sweet friend be not long.Chi.Thou think'st each hour tenTill I be ferreting.Prie.You know I love ye.Chi.I will not be above an hour; let thy robe be readieAnd the door be kept.{Knock.Cleantheknocks within.Prie.Who knocks there?Yet more business?
EnterCleanthe.
Chi.Have ye more pensioners? the Princess woman?Nay then I'le stay a little, what game's a foot now?Clean.Now is the time.Chi.A rank bawd by this hand too,She grindso' both sides: hey boyes.Priest.How, your BrotherSiphax?Loves he the Princess?Cle.Deadlie, and you knowHe is a Gentleman descended noblie.Chi.But a rank knave as ever pist.Cle.Hold Mother,Here's more gold and some jewells.Chi.Here's no villany,I am glad I came toth' hearing.Priest.Alas Daughter,What would ye have me doe?Chi.Hold off ye old whore;There's more gold coming; all's mine, all.Cle.Do ye shrink now,Did ye not promise faithfully, and told meThrough any danger?Pri.Any I can wade through.Cle.Ye shall and easily, the sin not seen neither,Here's for a better stole and a new vail mother:Come, ye shall be my friend.Chi.If all hit, hang me,I'le make ye richer than the Goddess.Pri.Say then,I am yours, what must I doe?Cle.I'th' morningBut very early, will the Princess visitThe Temple of the Goddess, being troubledWith strange things that distract her: from the Oracle(Being strongly too in love) she will demandThe Goddess pleasure, and a Man to cure her,That Oracle you give: describe my Brother,You know him perfectly.Pri.I have seen him often.Cle.And charge her take the next man she shall meet withWhen she comes out: you understand me.Priest.Well.Cle.Which shall be he attending; this is all,And easily without suspicion ended,Nor none dare disobey, 'tis Heaven that does it,And who dares cross it then, or once suspect it?The venture is most easie.Pri.I will doe it.Cle.As ye shall prosper?Pri.As I shall prosper.Cle.Take this too, and farewel; but first hark hither.Chi.What a young whore's this to betray her Mistris?A thousand Cuckolds shall that Husband be,That marries thee, thou art so mischievous.I'le put a spoak among your wheels.Clean.Be constant.Priest.'Tis done.Chi.I'le doe no more at drop shot then.[ExitChilax.Pri.Farewel wench.[Exeunt Priest andCleanthe.
Enter aServant, andStremon, at the door.
Servant.He stirs, he stirs.Strem.Let him, I am ready for him,He shall not this day perish, if his passionsMay be fed with Musick; are they ready?
EnterMemnon.
Ser.All, all: see where he comes.Strem.I'le be straight for him.[ExitStremon.
EnterEumenes, and Captains.
Ser.How sad he looks and sullen![Stand close.Here are the Captains: my fear's past now.Mem.Put case i'th' other worldShe do not love me neither? I am old 'tis certain.Eumen.His spirit is a little quieter.Mem.My blood lost, and limbs stiff; my embracesLike the cold stubbornbark, hoarie, and heatless,My words worse: my fame only and atchievementsWhich are my strength, my blood, my youth, my fashion,Must wooe her, win her, wed her; that's but wind,And women are not brought to bed with shadows:I do her wrong, much wrong; she is young and blessed,Sweet as the spring, and as his blossoms tender,And I a nipping North-wind, my head hungWith hails, and frostie Isicles: are the souls so tooWhen they depart hence, lame and old, and loveless?No sure, 'tis ever youth there; Time and DeathFollow our flesh no more: and that forc'd opinionThat spirits have no sexes, I believe not.
EnterStremon, likeOrpheus.
There must be love, there is love: what art thou?
Stre.Orpheus I am, come from the deeps below,To thee fond man the plagues of love to show:To the fair fields where loves eternal dwellThere's none that come, but first they pass through hell:Hark and beware unless thou hast lov'd ever,Belov'd again, thou shalt see those joyes never.Hark how they groan that dy'd despairing,O take heed then:Hark how they howl for over-daring,All these were men.They that be fools, and dye for fameThey lose their name;And they that bleedHark how they speed.Now in cold frosts, now scorching firesThey sit, and curse their lost desires:Nor shall these souls be free from pains and fears,Till Women waft them over in their tears.
Stre.Orpheus I am, come from the deeps below,To thee fond man the plagues of love to show:To the fair fields where loves eternal dwellThere's none that come, but first they pass through hell:Hark and beware unless thou hast lov'd ever,Belov'd again, thou shalt see those joyes never.
Hark how they groan that dy'd despairing,O take heed then:Hark how they howl for over-daring,All these were men.
They that be fools, and dye for fameThey lose their name;And they that bleedHark how they speed.
Now in cold frosts, now scorching firesThey sit, and curse their lost desires:Nor shall these souls be free from pains and fears,Till Women waft them over in their tears.
Mem.How should I know my passage is deni'd me?Or which of all the Devils dare?Eumen.This SongWas rarely form'd to fit him.
Orph.Charon O Charon,Thou wafter of the souls to bliss or bane.Cha.Who calls the Ferry-man of Hell?Orph.Come near,And say who lives in joy,and who in fear.Cha.Those that dye well, Eternal joy shall follow;Those that dye ill, their own foul fate shall swallow.Orph.Shall thy black Bark those guilty spirits stowThat kill themselves for love?Cha.O no, no,My cordage cracks when such great sins are near,No wind blows fair, nor I myself can stear.Orph.What lovers pass and in Elyzium raign?Cha.Those Gentle loves that are belov'd again.Orph.This Souldier loves, and fain wou'd dye to win,Shall he goe on?Cha.No 'tis too foul a sin.He must not come aboard: I dare not row,Storms of despair, and guilty blood will blow.Orph.Shall time release him, say?Cha.No, no, no, no.Nor time nor death can alter us, nor prayer;My boat is destinie, and who then dareBut those appointed come aboard? Live still,And love by reason, Mortal, not by will.Orph.And when thy Mistris shall close up thine eyes,Cha.Then come aboard and pass,Orph.Till when be wise.Cha.Till when be wise.
Orph.Charon O Charon,Thou wafter of the souls to bliss or bane.Cha.Who calls the Ferry-man of Hell?Orph.Come near,And say who lives in joy,and who in fear.Cha.Those that dye well, Eternal joy shall follow;Those that dye ill, their own foul fate shall swallow.Orph.Shall thy black Bark those guilty spirits stowThat kill themselves for love?Cha.O no, no,My cordage cracks when such great sins are near,No wind blows fair, nor I myself can stear.Orph.What lovers pass and in Elyzium raign?Cha.Those Gentle loves that are belov'd again.Orph.This Souldier loves, and fain wou'd dye to win,Shall he goe on?Cha.No 'tis too foul a sin.He must not come aboard: I dare not row,Storms of despair, and guilty blood will blow.Orph.Shall time release him, say?Cha.No, no, no, no.Nor time nor death can alter us, nor prayer;My boat is destinie, and who then dareBut those appointed come aboard? Live still,And love by reason, Mortal, not by will.Orph.And when thy Mistris shall close up thine eyes,Cha.Then come aboard and pass,Orph.Till when be wise.Cha.Till when be wise.
Eumen.How still he sits: I hope this Song has setled him.1 Capt.He bites his lip, and rowleshis fiery eyes, yetI fear for all this—2 Capt.Stremonstill apply to him.Strem.Give me moreroom, sweetly strike, divinelySuch strainsas old earth moves at.Orph.The power I have over both beast and plant,Thou man alone feelst miserable want.[Musick.Strikeyou rare Spirits that attend my will,And lose your savage wildness by my skill.
Enter aMaskofBeasts.
This Lion was a man of War that died,As thou wouldst do, to gildhis Ladies pride:This Dog a fool that hung himself for love:This Ape with daily hugging of a glove,Forgot to eat and died. This goodly tree,An usher that still grew before his Ladie,Wither'd at root. This, for he could not wooe,A grumbling Lawyer: this pyed Bird a page,That melted out because he wanted age.Still these lye howling on the Stygian shore,O love no more, O love no more.[ExitMemnon.Eumen.He steals off silently, as though he would sleep,No more, but all be near him, feed his fancieGoodStremonstill; this may lock up his follie.Yet Heaven knowsI much fear him; away softly.[Exeunt Captains.Fool.Did I not doe most doggedly?Strem.Most rarelie.Fool.He's a brave man, when shall we dog again?Boy.Unty me first for Gods sake,Fool.Help the Boy; he's in a wood poor child: good honyStremonLet's have a bear-baiting; ye shall see me playThe rarest for a single Dog: at head all;And if I do not win immortal glorie,Play Dog play Devil.Strem.Peace for this time.Fool.PretheeLet's sing him a black Santis, then let's all howlIn our own beastly voices; tree keep your time,Untye there; bow, wow, wow.Strem.Away ye Asse, away.Fool.Why let us doe somethingTo satisfie the Gentleman, he's mad;A Gentleman-like humour, and in fashion,And must have men as mad about him.Strem.Peace,And come in quicklie, 'tis ten to one elseHe'l find a staff to beat a dog; no more words,I'le get ye all imployment; soft, soft in all.[Exeunt.
EnterChilaxandCloe.
Chi.When camest thou over wench?Clo.But now this evening,And have been ever since looking outSiphax,I'th' wars he would have lookt me: sureh'as gottenSome other Mistris?Chi.A thousand, wench, a thousand,They are as common here as CaterpillersAmong the corn, they eat up all the Souldiers.Clo.Are they so hungry? yet by their leave[C]hilax,I'le have a snatch too.Chi.Dost thou love him still wench?Clo.Why should I not? he had my Maiden-headAnd all my youth.Chi.Thou art come the happiest,In the most blessed time, sweet wench the fittest,If thou darst make thy fortune: by this light,Cloe,And so I'le kiss thee: and if thou wilt but let me,For 'tis well worth a kindness.Clo.What shou'd I let ye?Chi.Enjoy thy miniken.Clo.Thou art still oldChilax.Chi.Still still, and ever shall be: if, I say,Thou wo't strike the stroke: I cannot do much harm wench.Clo.Nor much good.Chi.Siphaxshall be thy Husband,Thy very Husband woman, thy fool, thy Cuckold,Or what thou wilt make him: I am over joy'd,Ravisht, clean ravisht with this fortune; kiss me,Or I shall lose my self.Clo.My Husband said ye?Chi.Said I? and will say,Cloe: nay and do itAnd do it home too; Peg thee as close to himAs birds are with a pin to one another;I have it, I can do it: thou wantst clothes too,And hee'l be hang'd unless he marry theeE're he maintain thee: now he has Ladies, CourtiersMore than his back can bend at, multitudes;We are taken up for threshers, will ye bite?Clo.Yes.Chi.And let me—Clo.Yes and let ye—Chi.What!Clo.Why that ye wote of.Chi.I cannot stay, take your instructionsAnd something toward houshold, come, what everI shall advise ye, follow it exactlie,And keep your times I point ye; for I'le tell yeA strange way you must wade through.Clo.Fear not me Sir.Chi.Come then, and let's dispatch this modicum,For I have but an hour to stay, a short one,Besides more water for another mill,An old weak over-shot I must provide for,There's an old Nunnerie at hand.Clo.What's that?Chi.A bawdie house.Clo.A pox consume it.Chi.If the stones 'tis built onWere butas brittle as the flesh lives in it,Your curse came handsomlie: fear not, there's ladies,And other good sad people: your pinkt CitizensThink it no shame to shake a sheet there: Come wench.[Exeunt.
EnterCleantheandSiphax.
Clean.A Souldier and so fearfull?Siph.Can ye blame me;When such a weight lies on me?Clean.Fye upon ye,I tell ye, ye shall have her: have her safelie,And for your wife with her own will.Siph.Good Sister—Cle.What a distrustfull man are you! to morrow,To morrow morning—Siph.Is it possible?Can there be such a happiness?Clean.Why hang meIf then ye be not married: if to morrow night,Ye doe not—Siph.O dear Sister—Clean.What ye wou'd doe,What ye desire to doe; lie with her: Devil,What a dull man are you!Siph.Nay I believe now,And shall she love me?Clean.As her life, and stroke ye.Siph.O I will be her Servant.Clean.'Tis your dutie.Siph.And she shall have her whole will.Clean.Yes 'tis reason,She is a Princess, and by that rule boundless.Si.What wou'd you be? for I wou'd have ye SisterChuse some great place about us: as her womanIs not so fit.Clean.No, no, I shall find places.Siph.And yet to be a Ladie of her bed-chamber,I hold not so fit neither,Some great title, believe it, shall be look't out.Clean.Ye may, a DutchessOr such a toye, a small thing pleases me Sir.Sip.What you will Sister: if a neighbour Prince,When we shall come to raign—Clean.We shall think on't,Be ready at the time, and in that place too,And let me work the rest, within this half hourThe Princess will be going, 'tis almost morning,Away and mind your business.Siph.Fortune bless us.[Exeunt.
Enter King,Polydorand Lords.
Pol.I do beseech your grace to banish me.King.Why Gentleman, is she not worthy marriage?Pol.Most worthy, Sir, where worth again shall meet her,But I like thick clouds sailing slow and heavy,Although by her drawn higher, yet shall hide her,I dare not be a traitor; and 'tis treason,But to imagine: as you love your honour—King.'Tis her first maiden doting, and if crost,I know it kills her.1 Lord.How knows your grace she loves him?King.Her woman told me all (beside his story)Her maidLucippe, on what reason too,And 'tis beyond all but enjoying.Polydor.Sir,Even by your wisdom; by that great discretionYe owe to rule and order—2 Lord.This man's mad sure,To plead against his fortune—1 Lord.And the King too,Willing to have it so!Pol.By those dead PrincesFrom whose descents ye stand a star admir'd at,Lay not so base a lay upon your vertues;Take heed, for honours sake take heed: the brambleNo wise man ever planted by the rose,It cankers all her beauty; nor the vineWhen her full blushes court the sun, dares anyChoke up with wanton Ivy: good my Lords,Who builds a monument, the Basis Jasper,And the main body Brick?2 Lord.Ye wrong your worth,Ye are a Gentleman descended nobly.1 Lord.In both bloods truly noble.King.Say ye were not,My will can make ye so.Pol.No, never, never;'Tis not descent, nor will of Princes does it,'Tis Vertue which I want, 'tis Temperance,Man, honest man: is't fit your MajestyShould call my drunkenness, my rashness, Brother?Or such a blessed Maid my breach of faith,(For I am most lascivious) and fell angersIn which I am also mischievous, her Husband?O Gods preserve her! I am wild as Winter,Ambitious as the Devil: out upon me,I hate my self, Sir, if ye dare bestow herUpon a Subject, ye have one deserves her.King.But him she does not love: I know your meaning.This young mans love unto his noble BrotherAppears a mirrour; what must now be done Lords?For I am gravel'd, if she have not him,She dies for certain, if his Brother miss her,Farewel to him, and all our honours.1 Lord.He is dead, Sir,Your Grace has heard of that, and strangely.King.No,I can assure you no, there was a trick in't,Read that, and then know all; what ails the Gentleman?Hold him; how do ye Sir?[Polydoris sicko'th' sudden.Pol.Sicko'th' sudden,Extreamly ill, wondrous ill.King.Where did it take ye?Pol.Here in my head, Sir, and my heart, for Heaven sake.King.Conduct him to his Chamber presently,And bid my Doctors—Pol.No, I shall be well, Sir,I do beseech your Grace, even for the Gods sakeRemember my poor Brother, I shall pray then.King.Away, he grows moreweak still: I will do it,Or Heaven forget me ever. Now your Counsels,[Ex.Pol.For I am at my wits end; what with you Sir?
EnterMessengerwith a Letter.
Mess.Letters from warlikePelius.King.Yet more troubles?TheSpartansare in Arms, and like to win all:Supplies are sent for, and the General;This is more cross than t'other; come let's to him,For he must have her, 'tis necessity,Or we must lose our honours, let's plead all,For more than all is needful, shew all reasonIf love can hearo' that side, if she yieldWe have fought best, and won the noblest field.[Exeunt.
EnterEumenes, Captains,Stremon.
1 Cap.I have brought the wench, a lusty wench,And somewhat like the Princess.Eumen.'Tis the better, let's see her,And go you in and tell him, that her GraceIs come to visit him: how sleeps heStremon?Stre.He cannot, only thinks, and calls onPolydor,Swearshe will not be fool'd; sometimes he rages,And sometimes sits and muses.[ExitStremon.
EnterWhore, andCaptain.
Eume.He's past all help sure?How do ye like her?2 Capt.By th' mass a good round Virgin,And at first sight resembling, she is well cloath'd too.Eume.But is she sound?2 Cap.Of wind and limb, I warrant her.Eume.You are instructed Lady?Who.Yes, and know, Sir,How to behave my self, ne're fear.Eume.Polybius,Where did he get this Vermin?1 Capt.Hang him Badger,There's not a hole free from him, whores and whores matesDo all pay him obedience.Eume.Indeed i'th' War,His quarter was all Whore, Whore upon Whore,And lin'd with Whore; beshrew me 'tis a fair Whore.1 Capt.She has smockt away her blood; but fair or foul,Or blind or lame, that can but lift her leg up,Comes not amiss to him, he rides like a night Mare,All Ages, all Religions.Eume.Can ye state it?Who.I'le make a shift.Eume.He must lie with ye, Lady.Who.Let him,[h]e's not the first man I have lain with,Nor shall not be the last.
EnterMemnon.
2 Capt.He comes, no more words,She has her lesson throughly; how he views her!Eumen.Go forward now, so, bravely, stand!Mem.Great Lady,How humbly I am bound—Who.You shall not kneel, Sir,Come, I have done you wrong;stand my Souldier,And thus I make amends—[Kisses him.Eumen.A Plague confound ye,Is this your state?2 Capt.'Tis well enough.Mem.O Lady,Your Royal hand, your hand my dearest beautyIs more than I must purchase: here divine one,I dare revenge my wrongs: ha?1 Capt.A damn'd foul one.Eume.The Lees of Baudy prewns: mourning Gloves?All spoil'd by Heaven.Mem.Ha! who art thou?2 Capt.A shame on ye,Ye clawing scabby Whore.Mem.I say, who art thou?Eumen.Why 'tis the Princess, Sir.Mem.The Devil, Sir,'Tis someRoguey thing.Who.If this abuse be love, Sir,Or I that laid aside my modesty—Eumen.So far thou't never find it.Mem.Do not weep,For if ye be the Princess, I will love ye,Indeed I will, and honour ye, fight for ye,Come, wipe your eyes; by Heaven she stinks; whoart thou?Stinks like a poyson'd Rat behind a hanging?Woman, whoart? like a rotten Cabbage.2 Capt.Y'are much to blame, Sir, 'tis the Princess.Mem.How?She the Princess?Eumen.And the loving Princess.1 Capt.Indeed the doating Princess.Mem.Come hither once more,The Princess smells like mornings breath, pure Amber,Beyond the courtedIndiesin her spices.Still a dead Rat by Heaven;thou a Princess?Eumen.What a dull Whore is this!Mem.I'le tell ye presently,For if she be a Princess, as she may beAnd yet stink too, and strongly, I shall find her;Fetch theNumidianLyon I brought over,If she be sprung from the Royal blood, the Lyon,He'ldo you reverence, else—Who.I beseech your Lordship—Eumen.He'l tear her all to pieces.Who.I am no Princess, Sir.Mem.Who brought thee hither?2 Capt.If ye confess, we'll hang ye.Who.Good my Lord—Mem.Who art thou then?Who.A poor retaining Whore, Sir,To one of your Lordships Captains.Mem.Alas poor Whore,Go, be a Whore still, and stink worse:Ha, ha, ha.[Ex.Cloe.What fools are these, and Coxcombs![ExitMemnon.Eumen.I am right glad yet,He takes it with such lightness.1 Cap.Me thinks his face tooIs not so clouded as it was; how he looks!Eume.Where's your dead Rat?2 Cap.The Devil dine upon herLoins; why what a Medicine had he gottenTo try a Whore!
EnterStremon.
Stre.Here's one fromPolydorstays to speak with ye.Eume.With whom?Stre.With all; where has the General been?He's laughing to himself extreamly.Eumen.Come,I'le tell thee how; I am glad yet he's so merry.[Exeunt.
EnterChilaxandPriestess,Calis, Lady and Nun.
Chi.What lights are those that enter there, still nearer?Plagueo' your rotten itch, do you draw me hitherInto the Temple to betray me? was there no placeTo satisfie your sin in? Gods forgive me,Still they come forward.Priest.Peace ye fool, I have found it,'Tis the young PrincessCalis.Chi.'Tis the Devil,To claw us for our catterwawling.Priest.Retire softly,I did not look for you these two hours, Lady,Beshrew your hast: that way.[ToChilax.Chi.That goes to the Altar!Ye old blind Beast.Priest.I know not, any way;Still they come nearer,I'le in to th' Oracle.Chi.That's well remembred I'le in with ye.Priest.Do.[Exeunt Priest, andChilax.
EnterCalisand her Train with lights, singing:Lucippe, Cleanthe.
O fair sweet Goddess Queen of Loves,Soft and gentle, as thy Doves,Humble ey'd, and ever ruingThose poor hearts, their Loves pursuing:O thou Mother of delights,Crowner of all happy nights,Star of dear content, and pleasure,Of mutual loves the endless treasure,Accept this sacrifice we bring,Thou continual youth and Spring,Grant this Lady her desires,And every hour we'll crown thy fires.Enter a Nun.Nun.You about her all retire,Whilest the Princess feeds the fire,When your Devotions ended beTo the Oracle I will attend ye.[ExitNun and draws the Curtain close toCalis.
O fair sweet Goddess Queen of Loves,Soft and gentle, as thy Doves,Humble ey'd, and ever ruingThose poor hearts, their Loves pursuing:O thou Mother of delights,Crowner of all happy nights,Star of dear content, and pleasure,Of mutual loves the endless treasure,Accept this sacrifice we bring,Thou continual youth and Spring,Grant this Lady her desires,And every hour we'll crown thy fires.
Enter a Nun.
Nun.You about her all retire,Whilest the Princess feeds the fire,When your Devotions ended beTo the Oracle I will attend ye.
[ExitNun and draws the Curtain close toCalis.
EnterStremonandEumenes.
Strem.He will abroad.Eumen.How does his humour hold him?Stre.He is now grown wondrous sad, weeps often too,Talks of his Brother to himself, starts strangely.Eumen.Does he not curse?Strem.No.Eumen.Nor break out in fury,Offering some new attempt?Strem.Neither; to th' TempleIs all we hear of now: what there he will do—Eumen.I hope repent his folly, let's be near him.Strem.Where are the rest?Eumen.About a businessConcerns him mainly, if Heav'ncure his madness,He's made for ever,Stremon.Strem.Does the King know it?Eumen.Yes, and much troubled with it, he's now goneTo seek his Sister out.Strem.Come let's away then.[ExeuntEumen. Strem. Cal.
Enter Nun, she opens the Curtain toCalis. Calisat theOracle.
Nun.Peace to your Prayers Lady, will it please yeTo pass on to the Oracle?Cal.Most humbly.[Chilaxand Priest, in the Oracle.Chi.Do ye hear that?Priest.Yes, lie close.Chi.A wildfire take ye,What shall become of me? I shall be hang'd now:Is this a time to shake? a halter shake ye,Come up and juggle, come.Priest.I am monstrous fearful.Chi.Up ye old gaping Oyster, up and answer;A mouldy Mange upon your chops, ye told meI was safe here till the Bell rung.Priest.I was prevented,And did not look these three hours for the Princess.Chi.Shall we be taken?Priest.Speak for loves sake,Chilax;I cannot, nor I dare not.Chi.I'le speak Treason, for I had as lieve be hang'd for that.Priest.GoodChilax.Chi.Must it be sung or said? what shall I tell 'em?They are here; here now preparing.Priest.O my Conscience!Chi.Plague o' your spurgall'd Conscience, does it tire now?Now when it should be tuffest? I could make thee—Priest.Save us, we are both undone else.Chi.Down ye Dog then,Be quiet, and be stanch to no inundations.Nun.Here kneel again, andVenusgrant your wishes.
Calis.O Divine Star of Heaven,Thou in power above the seven:Thou sweet kindler of desires,Till they grow to mutual fires:Thou, O gentle Queen, that artCurer of each wounded heart:Thou the fuel, and the flame;Thou in Heaven, and here the same:Thou the wooer, and the woo'd:Thou the hunger, and the food:Thou the prayer, and the pray'd;Thou what is, or shall be said:Thou still young, and golden tressed,Make me by thy Answer blessed.
Calis.O Divine Star of Heaven,Thou in power above the seven:Thou sweet kindler of desires,Till they grow to mutual fires:Thou, O gentle Queen, that artCurer of each wounded heart:Thou the fuel, and the flame;Thou in Heaven, and here the same:Thou the wooer, and the woo'd:Thou the hunger, and the food:Thou the prayer, and the pray'd;Thou what is, or shall be said:Thou still young, and golden tressed,Make me by thy Answer blessed.
Chi.When?Priest.Now speak handsomly, and small by all means,I have told ye what.[Thunder.Chi.But I'le tell you a new tale,Now for my Neck-verse; I have heard thy prayers,And mark me well.
Musick.Venusdescends.
Nun.The Goddess is displeased much,The temple shakes and totters; she appears,Bow, Lady, bow.