THE VNFORTVNATE LOVERS: A Tragedie; As it was lately Acted with great applause at the private House in Black-Fryers; By His Majesties Servants.

The Author William Davenaut, Servant to Her Majestie.

LONDON, Printed by R. H. and are to be sold by Francis Coles at his Shop in the Old-Bayley, Anno Dom. 1643.

TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE PHILIP Earle of Pembroke and Montgomery, &c.

My Noble Lord,

THe naturall affection, which by the successive vertue of your Family you have alwayes borne to Poetry, ingages me in the absence of the worthy Author, to present your Lordship this piece, that you, the best Maecenas of the age, might Patronize this best of Playes. Had Mr. Davenaut himselfe beene present, hee would have elected no other Patron but your Lordship, and in his absence I beseech you accept this Worke of his; whose excellence, I hope, will excuse his boldnesse, who had no other ambition in the dedication, but that he might by publike profession be knowne to be that which has long time been in his private affection,

The humble honourer of your Name and Family. W. H.


WEre you but halfe so humble to confesse,
As you are wise to know your happinesse;
Our Author would not grieve to see you sit
Ruling with such unquestion'd power his wit:
What would I give, that I could still preserve
My loyaltie to him, and yet deserve
Your kinde opinion, by revealing now
The cause of that great storme which clouds his brow,
And his close murmurs, which since meant to you,
I cannot thinke, or mannerly or true.
Well; I begin to be resolv'd, and let
My melancholy tragicke Mounsieur fret;
Let him the severall harmelesse weapons use
Of that all-daring triflle, call'd his Muse;
Yet I'll informe you what this very day
Twice before witnesse, I have heard him say,
Which is, that you are growne excessive proud,
For ten times more of wit then was allow'd
Your silly Ancestors in twenty yeere,
Y'expect should in two houres be given you here:
For they he sweares, to th' Theatre would come
Ere they had din'd to take up the best roome;
There sit on benches, not adorn'd with Mats,
And graciously did vaile their high-crown'd Hats
To every halfe dress'd Player, as he still
Through th'hangings peep'd to see how th'house did fill.
Good easie judging soules, with what delight
They would expect a jigge or Target fight,
A furious tale of Troy, which they ne're thought
Was weekly written, so 'twere strongly fought.
[Page]Laught at a clinch, the shadow of a jest,
And cry a passing good one I protest.
Such dull and humble-witted people were
Even your fore-fathers, whom wee govern'd here;
And such had you [...]een too hee sweares, had not
The Poets taught you how t'unweave a plot,
And tract the winding Scenes, taught you to admit
What was true sense, not what did sound like wit.
Thus they have arm'd you'gainst themselves to fight,
Made strong and mischievous from what they write:
You have beene lately highly feasted here
With two great wits, that grac'd our Theatre,
But, if to feed you often with delight,
Will more corrupt then mend your appetite;
Hee vowes to use you, which he much abhorres,
As others did, your homely Ancestors.

The Persons in the Tragedie.

  • Heildebrand King of the Lombards.
  • Ascoli Prince of Verona.
  • Altophil A Duke and Generall.
  • Rangone A Count, Captaine of the Guard to Ascoli.
  • Galeotto A politick stout ambitious favorite to Ascoli.
  • Morello A Gentleman, and creature to Galeotto.
  • Gandolpho Brother to Morello, Captaine of the Fort in Verona.
  • Rampino A young gallant souldier, much indebted and vexed by Creditors.
  • Brusco An old Captaine his companion.
  • Hirco A souldier, companion to them both.
  • Friskin An ambitious Taylor, to whom Rampino owes money.
  • Arthiopa Mistresse to Altophil.
  • Amaranta Her Rivall, daughter to Galeotto.
  • Fibbia A precise Widow, to whom also Rampino is indebted.
  • A Carthusian
  • Souldiers to Heildebrand,
  • The Guard to Ascoli.

The SCENE Verona.

[Page 1]The Vnfortunate Lovers.


Enter Rampino, Brusco, Hirco.
COme Gentlemen, I'll shew you the whole Court,
Hirco (I thinke) was never here before.
Never? he takes these o'r-growne babes,
These tender suckings Gyants of the guard
For Colonels of Switzerland, each Usher
Of the presence for a famous leader;
Yes, of women in the darke.
Why dost thou sneake and tread so bashfully
Behind? come boldly on, they'll thinke thee else
A City spie that seekes for leave to arrest.
He lookes as if hee had a blacke Jacke under
His cloake, and came to beg budge at the Buttery.
Move on, This is the presence, Genlemen,
Hence in your passage to the privie Chamber;
You should erect your fingers to your hayre,
Which being ordered thus,—or, having used
Your little Tortoise-combe to titubate
Your empty heads; you may salute those of
But halfe a fortune thus with halfe a face,
The favorite with your entire frame, here
Hee is your Idoll, your Religion else
Will be believ'd hereticall.
Rampino, walke no further into sight,
Our Generalls pleasure was, wee should not be
Discovered, yet for feare it chance to make
His comming knowne, 'tis sudden, and by stealth.
Enter Ascoli, Galeotto, Amaranta, who whisper together.
Young Ascoli our Prince, Brusco, retire.
Since my last visit to the Camp, he's growne
Tall man; and he becomes his growth, wee that
[Page 2]Pursue the sullen businesse of the warre,
Long much to shew him to the foe; not in his
Perfume and his silkes; but yron best.
There he must change his gentle lookes, and learne
To frowne; men thinke his courage great.
Brusco, hee will make good in future Acts
Of chivalrie mens best beliefe, and has
A nature corrupted yet, with exeecise
Of guilt, his ignorance in sinne makes all
His errors seeme but rash mistakes; and well
That false Galeotto knowes how to subdue
A heart, whose innocence is all
The armour of his breast.
Is that Galeotto his deare favorite?
It is; hee was a souldier in his youth,
And had the lucke of earely victories,
Which rais'd him to a restlesse pride, such as
He since maintaines by wicked arts of Court,
The horror of his thoughts ought make him sad,
'Tis a melancholy doth cause him groane
At night, but they're Mandrakes grounds and still
Bode death; nor is his mirth lesse dangerous:
For like the wanton play of Perpoises,
It prophesies a storme, and when he shakes
His foe by the hand, 'tis not in kindnesse, but
To reach his pulse, that hee may feele how soone
Nature would kill whom he long since prescribed.
What Lady's that? his eyes so overlookes?
I could lie perdue with her all night i'th snow.
'Tis faire Amaranta, Galeotto's daughter;
The beauty of her minde, shines in her face:
For she is good as faire, and more to urge
Her excellence, her vertues are so great,
They overmatch his vice; but lucklesse maide,
She mournes within, and loves the noble Duke
Our Generall, ev'n with a sicke and waking heart.
This newes hath much of joy, and some what too
Of wonder in't, Duke Altophil our Generall
So neere the towne, stolne hither to prevent
The triumphs due unto his victory.
It is your Highnesse custome to give trust
To my intelligence, and this hath truth
Enough to merit your beliefe; but as
You ever have, vouchsafe your helpe to make
Me prosperous; so I beseech you now
Assist my daughters pensive Love. This Duke
Is high in worth, as in his blood, and may,
If you procure him, choose her for his wife,
[Page 3]By his alliance so confirme my family,
That I shall need to feare no change of time,
No angrie fate, but from your Princely selfe.
Faire Amaranta, dost thou love Duke Altophil?
It is a choyce so excellent, you need
Not blush to owne the passions of your heart.
Sir since it was his vertues taught me how
To love, I hope my modestie may give
Me leave still to confesse it to the world.
His judgement seldome harbours neere his eyes,
If he can looke on so much beauty, and
Not wish to make it his, but Gentle maide,
Trust me, I shall perswade him to this happinesse
With all my power and skill.
It is a favour that
My prayer shall endevour to requite,
Though I am doubtfull how to owne it from
Mine owne desires.
Amaranta, peace.
I am the elder begger Sir, and by
Continuall practice want no confidence
To aske your helpe at all necessities.
This, Galeotto, is a kindnesse to
My selfe, I long to see those nuptialls consummate,
Where each so much deserves the others love;
Let's in and make enquirie of the cause,
Why his arrivall is so much conceal'd.
—Exeunt Ascoli, Galeotto, Amaranta.
But why Rampino, since this Lady is
So rarely qualified, and being heire
To all her fathers wealth and hopes, doth not
Our Generall make her lawfull mistresse of
His bed.
The cause is evident: for his
Affections and his faith already are
Ingag'd unto the beautifull Arthiopa.
Arthiopa? The daughter of our old
Dead Generall? alas, his fame was greater then
His fortune, for he left her poore.
Most true;
So poore, she was constrain'd to live conceal'd
Here in Verona, and become ('tis thought)
Her Lovers chaste and thankfull pensioner;
And you have heard what strange reports were oft
Dispers'd into our campe of her disloyalty:
Some sawcily would stile it lust, and those
Were punish'd for their loose and slippery tongues.
It seemes then our Duke Altophil retaines
Her still in's breast with's former confidence.
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She growes the faster to his heart, for hee
Had strong suspicions to believe these tales
By Galeotto forg'd, who strives, it seemes,
By this poore Ladies infamie, to make
More easie roome for his faire daughters Love.
O, how full of mischiefe are these wise men!
It would be long Hirco, ere wee could squeeze
Such another plot out of thy leane head.
Never, though it were crushed to a circumference
So small, that he might make a Helmet of
A Hazle-Nut.
Well Gentlemen, you'll find
Our Generall an angry man ere night,
Take that from my intelligence, though I
Receiv'd it since wee came to towne i'th streets.
How, Hirco, come the newes?
The Lady that
You call Arthiopa, this morning, was
Arrested in her Chamber by the Officers
Of the Purgation house, and's thither sent
To suffer for unchastity.
The Divell made thee drunk with spirit of Sulphure.
I'm sure this is the peoples language now,
And talk'd on too, by children two foot high,
And more three witnesses (whom they believe
Brib'd and suborn'd) have all depos'd against
Her maiden-head; that was the phrase.
Here will we knocke ere long, let them that have
No money, take up plasters upon trust:
Away, let's to Saint Laurence port, it was
Our Generalls will we should be expected there.
—Exeunt omnes. Enter Galeotto, Morello.
Morello, I'me subdu'd with thy fine Arts;
Thou art as swift to execute as to
Contrive, how did our witnesses behave
Themselves when they beheld Arthiopa?
Good faith (my Lord) valiant Rogues that had
Full oft o'rcome their consciences before;
And therefore, to resist her blushes, thought
It but an easie victory: the Articles
Were many they did t' accuse her chastity,
Which they both read and swore to in a breath,
And wish'd them longer for your Lordships sake,
Protesting their good natures check'd them, cause
They earn'd their money with so little paines.
How did the Governours o'th severe house
Digest the imployment my request did lay
Upon their gravitie?
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They are a kinde
Of more solemne Villaines, and like old fishes,
Choose to demur and swim about the bait
A while, ere they would catch what afterwards
They swallowed greedily.
I thanke their tendernesse.
It seem'd at first, as if her innocence
And beauty would pervert their justice to
Rebell against your Lordships power; but then
Presuming pity was a little too
Effeminate for ancient Magistrates,
They thought upon your gold, and had decreed
Her to the whip, but that I interpos'd
To mitigate their purchas'd wrath.
'Twas safely done, for such severity
Would too much exasperate her friends.
Their sentence is, shee must from that devout
Chaste Colledge march, vested in white, and with
A purifying Taper in her hand
To the Cathedrall Church.
If Altophil doe breed his honour with
Strict discipline, or have but any taste
Of wisdome in her Love, this imputation will
Divorce her from his eyes, my Amaranta then
Hath no impediment to terrifie her hopes;
These mischiefes make me more indebted to
My braine, in that they are obscurely laid,
And I their guilty author am unknowne.
—Enter Amaranta.
O Sir, if either teares of fervent prayers
Can move you to compassion, shew it now!
My woman halfe deprived of breath with her
Astonishment and hast, imperfectly
Hath told me newes so sad, would make a fierce
Young Thrasian-souldier weep before his Bride.
This newes were sad indeed! what is it? is it hoh!
Or, if it be too fearefull for speech,
Bring here thy Lute, and breath it in a song.
My vertuous Rivall, poore Arthiopa,
Is in distresse; shee suffers shame, such vile
Abuse, as lips well taught, will blush to utter of
afflicted Enemies.
What is this to mee?
Sir she's guiltlesly betray'd, I'll gage
My yet unspotted fame, nay, all
The Treasure of my soule she's most innocent;
Therefore I begge you would imploy your power
To take her from the rigour of the Law.
And punish those that have perverted it
To exercise their cruelty.
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Away thou meeke religious foole, thee to
Thy closet, goe; and wish thy needle forme
In shadow'd works, some ruthfull Lovers death,
Then weep the silly story out, untill
Thy teares staine all thy silke; Hence from my sight.—
Alas, thou wrong'd Arthiopa, thou canst
Not hope for truer griefe then mine.
When other virgins shall lament thy death.
Morello, haste, and lay out severall spies
For Altophil's reproach, and bring mee word
To whom his earliest visits are adress'd.
—Exeunt omnes. Enter Altophil, Rampino, Brusco, Hirco.
Hah! gone? there's treachery of State in this,
From her small solitary mansion ta'en,
Where she liv'd cloyster'd up, cag'd like a bird,
To mourne my absence in a pensive song;
Forc'd thence, and by sterne Officers, Hirco,
What did the people say?
I know not, Sir,
There is no trusting to their whisperings:
Their murmurs are but noyse, uncertaine, Sir,
And not to be believed.
Good souldier speake,
Deale justy with his griefes; what did they say?
Why Sir, they talk'd as if, pray doe not heare't,
All they discourse is out of rage or drinke.
I pray thee vex me not with thy o'rewise
Ill manner'd Love, it is not safe; what did they say?
S'light, tell the Generall.
Why if you needs will know, 'tis given out
She was convey'd to the holy Colledge, Sir,
The new purgation house, where witnesses
Have severally depos'd shee was unchaste.
Blisters and rottennesse consume thy tongue,
Villaine, thou hast talk'd away thy life.
—drawes upon him.
Oh, hold Sir, hold, can you enforce
A slander from him, and then punish it
Your selfe? your sword upon your vassell too.
If Rogues will beare false witnesse, can I help't
Cause they lose their soules, must I lose my life?
Galeotto, Sir, the favorite, may be
With argument enough suspected Chiefe
In this conspiracie.
Thou dost receive
My jealous feares with truth too nak'd
And evident to be conceal'd. What is
That holy Colledge he's in, madnesse nam'd?
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A place to whip offenders for their lust.
O heavens! why is your businesse so remote
And high that you can take no notice of
Such wrongs as these? was this the house thought fit
To entertaine Arthiopa? Furies
And Fiends ascend; take up your dwelling here:
For all this goodly City I'll convert
Into one spreading fume; a fire so large
And hot, shall make the Rivers seethe, and Seas
To boyle without the trouble of a storme.
Kill all you meet, and burne the rest that are
Imprison'd or asleepe.
Let's thinke of rifling first, then fire shops after,
Though I must needs weare silkes, I doe not like
Flame-colour'd Taffata.
I'ld faine to the Mercers too,
And fall a measuring with my yron yard.
Wy Brusco, dost thou stand so lamely now;
When I perceive my injuries so great?
Our patience will be held no vertue, but a sinne,
Draw up the scatter'd troopes that winter'd here.
O Sir, ease your distemper with
Your wiser thoughts; the Prince you know's in towne,
He's gracious, and will doe you right; lose not
The fame your noble youth hath justly merited,
With one rash act, which must be treason call'd;
And so interpreted by all the Court:
Then thinke what danger a commotion here
Would urge, since Hildebrand the Lombards King,
(Our watchfull enemy) is now within
Ten leagues strongly encamp'd.—
Enter Carthusian, Arthiopa, who is held by him, cloth'd in white, a Taper in her hand, people and boyes following her.
What meanes this sad and bashfull spectacle,
My friends? What penitentiall Lady's that
You wait on with such needlesse-courtesie?
You, Sir, speak, can you tell? are you all dumb?
—they run from him as affraid.
Here's one whose habite promises so much
Civility as will afford me a reply.
—speakes to the Carthusian.
Pray, Sir, instruct me in this Ladies name,
And what's the cause her penance is expos'd
Thus to the publique view?
He's a Carthusian, and by's order, ty'd
To a concealement of his tongue; he must not speake.
Sure I have had some knowledge of her face.
'Tis Altophil, the Lord of all my vowes,
Sweet Heaven let fall a cloud and hide me in't,
[Page 8]That my shame since undeserv'd may be,
Conceal'd from all but you. I aske not for
Revenge from men, their justice I have felt
So cruell on my selfe, that I not dare
Wish it to those who thus have injur'd mee.
Mine eyes have been too bold;
It is not fit they should discover her
In so much shame, yet it must be she.
O heart! heart! if ever thou wert made for love,
Love would have weav'd thy strings not of such tough
And stubborne wire, but silke, such as would cracke
With halfe that weight which hangs upon his griefe.
Flie, flie, my Lord, and follow not this light,
It is that walking fire within the night
Misleads the traveller, and like an
Unwholesome mist about it, needs must blast
Whom it shall tempt to wander from his wits.
Stay, stay, 'tis instant death to take her hence;
Though all your tyrants of the Law were here,
They would fall downe, downe at her feet, and hide
Their anticke faces, that doe fright poore prisoners more
Then their false sentence, when they're halfe asleep.
Forgive me reverend Sir, I know in this
Your Office you but serve some high command;
Lend me this Lady for a short discourse,
And on my honour I'll restore her to
Your charge; the Lawes shall be exactly satisfi'd.
—takes her aside.
Surely Altophil th'art lately come from heaven;
For this is more then humane courtesie
To owne a lucklesle virgine, so much lost
In sorrow and distresse.
Preserve thy teares;
This is a wicked place, such pretious drops
Should not bedew unhallowed ground, thy infamy
Is meant to me, and thou art punish'd for
My envi'd Love; I must be so, the proofes
Are pregnant that perswade my faith.
My sorrowes will seeme easie to me, though accompany'd with death, such is the joy
I take, that you believe mee guiltlesse of
A crime, which, though I blush to name, yet I
Must owne before the world in punishment.
The Angells, if they had but leasure to
Descend, would testifie I am betrayed.
And I Arthiopa, to vindicate
Thy fame (yet shew obedience to the Lawes)
In these injurious penitentiall weeds,
[Page 9]Will leade thee streight unto that Church,
To which thy penance is prescrib'd, and there
I'll marry thee in scorne of all the dull
Abused world; goe on.
—Shee kneeles.
O, Sir, though I
Am strictly chaste, most true and loyall to
Your Love, respect the honour of your, House
(Renown'd in war, and forraigne▪ Courts) how will
It be defil'd, when y'are ally'd not unto me
Alone? but to my shame, that is a staine
So deepe and publique now, not all my teares,
Though they could fall in showres, will wash't away?
Goe on, my resolution needs no vowes.
Where is your reason, Sir? you that are wise
Enough to governe Armies in their rage,
In your owne fury, now should be so wise
To rule your selfe; though this sweet Ladies truth
And vertues sacred are, and firme to our
Beliefe; yet in the high importance of
A wife, you should take care to match where not
A single doubt, though ne're so weake, could be
By Envie urg'd?
Sir, you have borrow'd much
Of time; much have you seene, and speake from all
Discreet experience, and your Love I know:
You love your Duke; therefore in this advice
You have my thanks sincerely from my soule.
Old man, could'st thou convey thy heart into
My breast, and so poslesse my griefe: could'st thou
With my subdu'd moyst eyes behold the great
Gonsalvo's daughter, Mistresse of my life,
Disgrac'd thus, like the peoples sinfull off-spring
In the street; how would it stir thy blood?
And then to know her sufferance treacherously
Contriv'd by power; one that did malice all
Our holy vowes, I'll not indure't;—burne, burne
The towne; kill, kill all you meet.
Rampino, raise the old garrison i'th Citadell,
I'll to the Sconse behind the bridge.
Since they doe love to see a souldiers Mistresse
In a white sheet, wee'll see their wives in their
Smockes too before night.
Stay, stay, is this your love unto your Generall?
Or thirit to pillage and to blood—
Sir, let me quench your anger with my teares;
Upon my knees let me request you leave
Me to mine owne misfortune, and the Lawes,
This dangerous act would voiolate all your
[Page 10]Allegiance to the Prince.
Thinke on your selfe, and us that must depend
Upon your better hopes.
My faire white mourner, rise;
You with your Priesty office, leade the way;
'Tis to the Church, shee shall obey the Law.
Hold high the Taper, and move boldly on;
Know injnr'd Hymen, 'tis thy torch, and this
My wedding day; disswade me not, my soule
Hath vow'd it, and 'tis seal'd in heav'n, you that
Affect your Generall, follow, and afford
Me streight your shouts of joy, not wealth,
Wisdome nor honour, is to me above
The fame and resolution of my Love.
Severall shouts are heard within.
—Exeunt omne, and streight se-


Enter Brusco, Hirco
HIrco, have you appeas'd the mutiny
The Generalls discontents did raise
Amongst his frie of friends, our tatter'd camp▪
Companions in the streets?
All's quiet now,
They sadly weare their fingers in their pockets,
Which they did hope ere this should have beene us'd
In telling Pistolets and Chickeens.
—Enter Rampino,
Rampino, 'tis expected you bring peace.
Two houres I have beene preaching on
A stall to certaine Carre-men that took't ill
In a good cause they might not hang with our
Cast troops, to pull downe houses, and to rob
An hereticall new Church or two; but they
Are gone swearing, and well edified: come,
What newes? Is our Generall marry'd?
Not yet.
How? not marri'd?
No, some small spie that watch'd
Which way the current of his discontents
Would runne, convey'd it to the Court, and streight
The Prince himselfe sent to forbid the banes.
The embers are but cover'd yet, I feare
When they are stirr'd, the fire will flame agen.
Our Duke convey'd the Lady to his house;
Repair'd to Court, where the kind Prince with praise
And joy rcceiv'd him in his open armes.
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This qualifies the heat of our affaires.
He then laid out for those spies that were
Suborn'd against his Ladies fame, who with
Severe inquiry being produc'd, had strict
Examination from the Prince; a while
They justified their oaths; but still
Falshood betray'd it selfe: for when
He urg'd for names of persons, time and place,
With doubtfull termes, and words dis-joynted, they
Began to stammer out their evidence;
Then Altophil claimes leave he may present
Their worships with an odde engine of pleasure.
Which courteous politcians call a Rocke.
The same, and each with painfull leisure was
Slowly wound up.—
Like a huge Jack-weight, by a weake sicke wench.
Right, Sir, and then they both confess'd that Saint
Goleotto brib'd them to this perjury.
And know my joy-sweet, wanting men of war,
He is by'th Prince imprison'd in the fort.
An excellent Prince, by this hand he sha'not want:
First I'll forgive him all my pay; then Hirco,
Thou shall lend him money.
Excuse me, Sir,
Upon securitie, not else; I've been
Too often bit that way already. Retire Gentlemen.
Enter Ascolt, Altophil, Galeotto, who is held by the Gard.
Though thou hast so behav'd thy selfe in war
With wise directions, and a valiant arme,
That fortune cannot boast a share in thy
Fam'd victories; yet I must chide thee Altophil,
Since being mine, and so much lov'd, thou couldst
Unto a Lady give thy selfe away,
Not freed by my consent.
Sir, I have ask'd your pardon, and believe
My joyes you did lessen with your sorrowes,
To make them by your kindnesse now more full.
This separation will be short, for since
Your Mistresse innocence is by her false accusers
Clear'd unto the world,
Your Nuptialls I will celebrate with all
The glory I can adde to'th triumph of
A friend; and you Galeotto, shall receive
Such punishment as shall declare
My justice equall to your crime.
Sir, I confesse your favour lifted me
To hope alliance with the noble Duke,
Which, had I lawfully contriv'd, perhaps,
[Page 12]Th'ambition had not much been blam'd;
But I am left: nor would I begge
Forgivenesse of your Lawes, but of your selfe,
And next my Lord of you; be pleas'd to thinke
The wrong were not of malice but of pride.
Not the eldest Divell with his long practice had
The skill to lay on me so great a wrong,
But I could pardon it; unlesse when I
Perceive the whitenesse of my Mistresse vertue stain'd,
Betray'd to penance too, it were a cruelty
The Fiends would sooner weepe at then commend.
Then I'll provide to suffer, and to scorne
That fate I cannot alter with my prayer.
Thou, once the health, art poyson now to sight,
'Tis wholsomer to looke upon the Basiliske;
Persidious to my friend! but where's Rangone,
That went to fetch your Mistresse? Altophil,
I never saw her yet; trust mee you are
A cunning Lover, so long conceal'd
The beauty you admire
—Enter Rangone, Arthiopa richly attyr'd.
Madam, your sweetnesse doth deserve the best
Of joyes; and I have brought you where they are.
What light is this, that ere the day is spent
Breakes like a second morning in our eyes,
Whil'st all that's shining else shewes like a shade.
About her beames, sweet as the pretious smoake▪
Ascending from the funerall fire o'th long▪
Liv'd bird of Arabia▪
You sent me for this Lady, Sir, will you
Not speake to her? see where shee kneeles.
O rise▪ if I have trespass'd in neglect,
Forgive thy beauty, and not it's that
Hath forc'd my wonder to adore what I
(Perhaps) by'th lawes of courtesie should first
Sir, though I never fear'd my stocke
Of modestic so small, that I could want
It for my necessary use; yet I
Shall need to borrow blushes, if you lay
More beautie to my charge then I dare owne.
Where have I liv'd, that I could never heare
Sweet musique untill now? O Altophil!
I finde the treasure of thy love so great,
That were it mine, I should not blame
The envie of a friend; since from the excesse
Of judgement, when it values things at full,
Our envie growes, it is our nicity
[...] [...] envie sinne.
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What meanes the Prince?
Was she that was so delicate, and soft as is
The purple fleece of Clowds? was she thought fit
T'indure the rigour o'th perverted Law?
Convey the traytor hence, and never more
Presume to set thy treacherous foot upon
The confines of my Land.
I, so yo'uld vouchsafe to make my mercy an
Example unto yours, I shall forgive his cruelties.
It were an injury to heaven; away,
If the next time I in my Dominions spy
This loathed face, thy life is forfeited.
Sir, I'll presume yo'uld thinke my daughter had
No share in my unluckie guilt; therefore
It were not like your usuall justice, she should suffer in my losse.
She is too good for thy society,
Her vertues shall preserve her here.
Peace crowne you at home, and victory abroad.
—Exit with (the Gard.
Know, Altophil, my darkest thoughts are not
So secret to my selfe, but I dare trust
Thy knowledge with them, and be safe.
Why then should thy intentions or desires
Be hid from me? I faine would sound thy breast
With a new question; prithee give me leave?
Sir, I am borne to follow your command.
Aske what you please; if I want knowledge here
To satisfie your doubt, I'll studie to
Know more; pray speake.
It is decree'd by th' powers above (whom no
Dull earthly mediation can disswade
Or alter) I must needs marry faire
I look'd for comfort, Sir,
From your consent, not trouble from your doubts.
It is inevitable then, as the
Conjunction of th'illustrious Planets are,
That needs must meet; else all the Spheres will streight
Be out of tune; time breake his glasse, and throw
The sand in the Sunn's eyes to make him winke,
And leave us in the darke. Speake, must it be?
Or else you both will suffer an eclipse?
Make answer from thy kinde thoughts? is it
It is: and nought can alter it but death.
How hardly then hath nature dealt with us:
For we are prisoners all; all circumscrib'd,
And to our limits ty'd: the fortunate
[Page 14]And lucklesse are alike: for thou art with
As strict necessitie unto thy happinesse
Confin'd, as others to their evill fate.
To be her prisner, Sir, is to be free;
Nor can I wish my bondage off, whil'st I
Am fetter'd in her armes.
You'll give mee leave
To try how far your Mistresse hath ingag'd
Her faith, and not be jealous, Altophil.
I'll trust such vertue with mine enemy.
—Ascoli withdrawes with Arthiopa.
Ah me! where is a Lovers wealth? what joy
Is there of beauty, when once conceal'd, more then
Of Jewels in the darke? but when reveal'd,
We stand to th'hazard of anothers claime.
I doe not like this alteration in the Prince,
If he doth love, I feare it is too late.
Oh do not promise so much comfort in
Your lookes, and in your language breathe dispaire,
'Tis like fantastick April, that ere-while
With gaudy Sunne beames smil'd upon the Spring,
And in a minutes space gathers the blacke
Thicke clouds about his brow to make a storme:
Have you no pitie left?
My pitie, Sir, you'll hardly entertaine,
Since it must come alone without reliefe.
Why were you trusted with such beautious wealth,
And make such hastie bargaines for your selfe?
Could you have skill to know the value of
Your love, and give it all way at once?
Sir, I beseech you doe not urge me to
Deny, what in your gentler clemencie
You should forbeare to aske, heaven made my vowes,
And they are Altophils.
No more, my trespasse I'll decline, though I
Augment my griefes; my Altophil farewell.
—takes him by the hand▪
When thou dost heare me sicke, thinke what disease
Arthiopa's neglect might once have bred
In thee, then mourne me at that rate;
Rangone, come, leade to the Cypresse grove.
—Exit Ascoli, Rangone.
Thou art as much unfortunate as faire.
But smile upon thy stars, perhaps they may
Be sooth'd into a kinder influence.
The Prince is noble, and in's wisdome will
Digest this fit that shakes him out of frame:
These Gentlemen have shar'd with mee the sharpe
Calamities of war; give them your hand.
—Brusc. Ramp. Hirc. kisse her hand.
Take care my valiant friends here in the towne,
You give example of a sober discipline.
—Exeunt Altophil, Arthiopa,
[Page 15]
A rare creature.
No sweet meat in the world
Is like the conserve of a Ladies hand.
She'll thinke o'th' Hircos this twelve-month by way
Of a full busse; I laid it roundly on.
Why you came last, Sir, and kist but her wrist,
Her hand was melted before into my mouth; ah.
—Enter Friskin, Ramp. spies him, and starts backe.
What Planet-strucke?
'Tis his Taylor, he owes him money.
How did the Rascall finde me out? I shift
My lodging as often as conveniently
I can remove my Truncks; thrice in two dayes,
Would's needle stucke acrosse his throat.
Signior Rampino.
Signior Friskin,—I thought it should be you.
And how deare heart, and how, how does thy wife?
My Godson too at nurse; I've a little whistle
For him, 'tis comming in the Generalls Court.
All well Signior,
Doe the wars thrive, Sir;
Is there any money stirring?
Faith some of us here,
By our continuall practice, know a Ducket
From a Counter, w've mauld King Hieldebrand.
We heare he is encamp'd som ten leagues hence.
Yes, we have put him to his Sallads, like
A sawcy Frog upon anothers meadow.
Signior, there is an old debt.
Do'st thou thinke I have forgot it? I prithee
What skirt's in fashion now the Jacket-way;
Downe to the hammes?
No Sir, sixe in a ranke;
But Sir, the debt is old.
I, I, with all my heart; how are their cloaks?
A square-full cape ▪
Just as you left them, Sir;
Would you would thinke upon your debt.
Do'st thinke I doe not; I prithee bring me but
A patterne of a Polish coat, I'd weare it loose
And short; pray Gentlemen know my friend; believ't
I'd rathet see him sit crosse-legg'd then any man
In Lumbardy; his thimble on, and's needle thus—
He'll runne a tilt through cloth two inches thicke.
Is he so excellent? he shall make my cloaths.
And mine too, if he please.
Have they any sorts; Sir, are they well stor'd?
A brace of rich close curmudginely fellowes,
Thou seest they care not what their outside is,
[Page 16]So their pockets be well lin'd.
It seemes they are a little carelesse, Sir, indeed;
Where is your lodging now?
In troth 'twill be in the old mansion neere
The Palace yard, till six of clocke at night,
But then I must remove, the Fidlers doe
So often waken me with their mutton'd Gridyrons
And good-morrowes, I cannot sleepe for them;
I'll send thee word where I shall fix.
And you'll remember, Sir, my bill
Do'st thinke I'll faile;
I prithee bring thy weights
Along with thee, we shall else wrangle about light gold.
Y'are welcome, Sir, to towne.
Away, lest we be vex'd againe with new
Solicitors for the old cause.
—Exeunt omnes. Enter Galeotto, Gandolpho, Morello.
Is Amaranta sent for by the Prince?
She is, but for what use I could not learne;
My brother, whom your former bounties have
Preferr'd, and late made Captaine of the Fort,
Is come, Sir, to bewaile your miseries,
And proffer all his service, to make knowne,
Your losse cannot disswade his gratitude.
My Lord, from low deservings you have rais'd
Me to the best command this place affords
A souldiers hope, but if my life can pay
Your bountie, I will keepe it for that use.
Your natures are so thankfull, Gentlemen,
For little benefits, that I am taught,
If ever I can reach my former power,
T'oblige more friends, though with a greater charge.
My Lord, your wisdome hath the skill to cure
A disease stronger then your fortune feeles.
Greatnesse hath still a little taint i'th blood;
And often 'tis corrupted neere the heart;
But these are not diseases held, till by
The Monarch spide; who our ambition feeds
Till't surfets with his love; nor doe wee strive
To cure or take it from our selves, but from
His eyes, and then our medicine wee apply
Like th'weapon-salve, not to our selves, but him
Who was the sword that made the wound; and this
State-medicine is compos'd of flattering industry,
And such false cures as like to false alarmes
Fright men to feare danger, when none is neere,
Still vex'd, and busie to no reall use,
As drones that keepe most noyse about the hive,
[Page 17]And then devour the politique Court Flies
What foolish Bees bring on their weary thighes.
These Lectures (my Gandolpho) shew a braine
That will preserve him, spight of power; my Lord,
My broher is your owne, and wee will share
The hazard of your fortune.
The Captaine hath a valiant soule; and I
Perhaps may use him in a close designe,
That i'th successe will richly pay his love.
When y'are most confident of me, you can't
Expect so much as I'll performe.
Enough; Morello, Sir, shall undertake
For my beliefe, to all you dare
Make promise of; if you will please to bring
Me to the Ports, where short the allowance of
My time will force mee take a sad farewell,
I'll breathe my love, and businesse to you both
—Exeunt. Enter Altophil, Arthiopa.
Gladnesse possesse my Mistresse thoughts; I'm told
The Count Rangone from the Prince is now
Alighted at my gates, good newes I hope;
For though we live as in a covent here,
Thou as my Nunne, to morrow may proclaime
This house a Court, and you my cheerfull Bride.
The frownes of heav'n is to the vertuous like
Those thicke darke clouds, poore wand'ring Sea-men spie,
Which oft fore-tell their happinesse, and shew
The long expected land is neere
—Enter Rangone, Amaranta her face vail'd.
Felicity and everlasting fame
Betide the noble Generall: thus I
Am bid salute you from our mighty Prince.
I am the creaure of his power and will.
I with this gentle greeting must present
The richest treasure nature in her last
Declining stocke of beauty could afford
The world, behold it and admire.
—Unvailes Amaranta, who weepes.
Her eyes dissolving thus in teares, should teach
Thy heart to melt; for know, thou cruell Lord,
She long hath chastly sickned for thy love.
Alas, unluckie maid! how can thy griefes
Expect comfort from him that knowes not to
Redresse his owne?
Yet, Sir, I hope 'tis in
Your power t'excuse th'unwilling error of
My modesty; I surely am the first
Sad Lady ever was constrain'd to seeke
Her Lover, and then woo him too, but 'tis
The Prince hath forc'd mee here to nourish my
[Page 18]Affection with your reall sight, that else
Had been conceal'd, and with your shadow fed.
Poore Amaranta, I must needs lament
The malice of thy fortune, though
My pity shewes unkindnesse to my selfe.
Sir, my Commission's to aske, if you
Can love and celebrate this Ladie for
Your wife; and our kinde Prince, besides the forfeited
Possessions of her fathers wealth, will to
her dowrie adde honours and lands, untill
You share his royaltie.
Too soone this am'rous Riddle is resolv'd;
He Loves Arthiopa, and would
Enforce mee wed this Ladie, to assure
More easie way for's owne desires.
O, Altophil, were I not well
Instructed in thy loyaltie, how soone
Her beautie, and these soothing hopes would throw
Me cold into the armes of death.
Sir, you must carry to the Prince what I
Was never wont to send; a harsh deniall of
His suite: and give me leave to say 'tis troublesome,
And too severe.
How am I lately hardened with the use
Of sorrowes, that I can listen to
My angrie doome and live?
Summon your wise,
Your kinder thoughts, and make such reply
As I may joy in the deliverie;
And soone procure a mutuall happinesse.
To court me to a better knowledge of my blisse
Then I alreadie understand,
Were but a vaine attempt; I am resolv'd
Within the chaste embraces of these armes
To live or die.
My eares have forfeited their facultie,
Why should they still preserve their sense, that could
Not for a while be deafe, but needs must hearken to
My evill fate?
Sir, pardon mine obedience to my Prince;
For I shall execute a sad command:
You of the Guard, lay hold upon the Duke.
—Enter the Guard, and seize on Altophil.
Feare not, Arthiopa, some joy remaines
I'th hopes we shall not be divided in
Our sufferings.
Shee is my pris'ner, Sir,
And must to Court, whilst you and Amaranta stay
Confin'd together in this house.
[Page 19]
False Prince, how cunning is thy crueltie?
Lest we had courage left t'expect an end
Of all our calamities, this way was found
To make us yet more certaine of despaire.
In this, Sir, you perceive the intricate
Though powerfull influence of love, that doth
Pervert most righteous natures to attempt
Unjust designes, his Godhead is not full knowne,
And's miseries have beene but dully taught
To men: for I am charged to say this new
Constraint is but a sad experiment
To trie if you to Amaranta can
Pay equall love for hers, and nice Arthiopa,
Returne unto the Prince, what's passions now
May challenge as a debt.
O, my true Lord,
Shall wee ne'r meet agen, and tell our thoughts?
Which still we found too like, as if we two
Had but one heart wherein we gave them formes?
'T were sinne to have no hope, wee'll change our starres,
For there are many more will gladly take
Protection of our loves.
My time was limited, my witnesse is
Become my charge, and must to Court.
Sir, give me leave, but to salute this Lady,
Whose friendship, though of noble worth, I shall
Too soone receive, too soone (I feare) forsake;
You, gentle Amaranta, must enjoy
Your blessed habitation here, here with
My Lord, whom I would faine commend, not to
Your care, but your neglect; for know,
We in our virgin-bashfulnesse esteeme
Solicitation and addresse, a more
Undoubted sinne, then our disdaine.
Madam, I'm here a pris'ner too, and will
Expect like others, in harsh times distress'd
His pitie, not reliefe; I'll hope for that,
If you'll permit without a jealousie.
Preserve me in thy kind remembrance, Altophil.
What other use have I of memory,
When I have conceal'd the records of thee?
Sir, I am loath to leave this Ladie here,
Imprisonment is cruell to a Maid;
Was it the Princes will shee needs must stay?
I have receiv'd it in a strict command.
O, Altophil! Sir, let me hide mine eyes;
It were some crime 'gainst them, thus to forsake
Their chiefest joy, and let them see it too.
[Page 20]
Since Amaranta, wee
Must strive to woo, let's learne no mortall love
That's dangerous, and quickly ends; but trie
To make't eternall which is first to die.
—Exeunt omnes.


Enter Brusco, Rampino, Hirco, their swords drawne, a noyse of Drummes first heard a farre off.
ALl's lost, the towne is taken, w'are betray'd,
That cursed Traytor Galeotto sold
Us like tame feeble sheep to Heildebrand,
The Lombards King, whom false Morello (taught
Ly's masters Art) gave in the sleepie houre
Of night a secret entrance through the Westerne Port.
No courage left? is th'Citadell surpriz'd?
Past all recoverie? Gandolpho, hee
That was preferr'd to the command of it
Some two yeeres since, by'th treacherous favorite,
At his designe made a surrender to
The filching King, that hath not overcome,
But stolne us to captivitie.
What drowsie ignorance possess'd the Prince
To trust with such important power, one whom
He knew a traytor to that Villaines lust?
I, there his reason shew'd herselfe bewitch'd;
When he had banish'd Galeotto, and
Incens'd his very soule to all malignitie
That his invenom'd gall could ere produce;
Then to put trust in those he had preferr'd?
—Enter Rangone.
O Gentlemen? to what unseasonable use
Doe you advance your weapons, as you meant
To threaten the victorious foe? when we
Are so much past the likelihood of helpe,
That all resistance you can make is but
To hasten on the for feit of your lives.
If channells must o'reflow with blood, they shall
Be fed from proudest veines that highest swell;
Theirs who would emptie ours shall open too▪
Why should we calmly die, as if we had
Drunke cold Mandragona, and breathe our soules
Out in our sleepe, departing with lesse noyse
Then men that dreame they die; let's venture to
Regaine the Fort.
There are enow to make
[Page 21] Scalladoes left, that have not yeelded up
Their armes; if wee must fall, it is as good
Doe't climbing as thus standing still.
Your forces are too weake, 'tis fortifi'd
Alreadie with two Regiments of Switz.
I know you thinke, I am as much inclin'd
To hazard, as that man, who dares the most
In glory or revenge: but this attempt
Will onely serve t'incense sterne Heildebrand
Against our Prince and Altophil; who with
Arthiopa are prisoners, and given
To Galeotto's power as a reward:
First promiss'd him to purchase his lost faith.
The Prince our Generall, and his Mistresse too
All ta'ne? the destinies are growne too curst,
—Drummes a farre off.
Stand close, and make this passage good.
Enter Heildebrand, Goleotto, Morello, Gandolpho, Souldiers.
What left mis-taken soules are these? who but
A piece and remnant of discourag'd strength
Presume defiance still, when all the rest
Have safely yeelded to our power? Bid them
(Galeotto) give their weapons up.
Why, Gentlemen doe you vainly tempt
A danger from his wrath, that not delights
To ruine where his mercy is implor'd?
Present him your improfitable swords,
And I'll procure a full assurance of
Your lives and liberties.
Kindnesse sounds ill in a traytors tongue,
If you had loyall held unto your Prince,
Such mediation had been out of use.
This language is too bold; it doth proclaime
Your anger great, and your discretion small▪
But such untimely choller, know, I can
As easily forgive as scorne, and will
Requite it, (if you'll yet submit) with a
Protection of your throats, that else are in
Great danger to swallow no more new wine.
The counsell that hee gives you is not fit
To be refus'd.
Y'our brothers of the campe; is it not better
To live and spend your pay, when you can get it,
Then die, and have it laid out in fun'rall plums?
If you will hazard death we can afford it,
If you with taking but a little paines
Stand still and smile whil'st it is done, If you'll
Deserve to live, you shall enjoy the same
Kinde mercy wee afford the towne; be free
[Page 22]And still protected by your former lawes;
But first yeeld up your swords.
Our swords are all our wealth, take those away
And we are left to poverty and shame.
Your grant already hath allow'd our Citizens
The preservation of their lands and goods,
Shall we fare worse then retailers of small wares?
The tribute of your Armes wee'll but possesse
Till night; and then on th' honour of a King,
They shall be all restor'd.
In our resistance, Gentlemen, vainly
We give away our lives; let us preserve
Them rather for our Princes future use.
Since it must be, make answer as you please.
Upon your Kingly word we yeeld.
Disarme, and leade them to our Court du-gard,
Where, when you have enroll'd their names, take care
That our engagement be made good.
—Souldiers take away their swords.
I pray looke to the Ribbon on
The Hilt, it is a widowes favour.
—Exeunt Rang. Brusco, Ramp. Hirco, souldiers.
Where's (Galeotto) your prisoners?
Safely confin'd in my owne house, and now,
According to your royall grant, I crave
The full disposing of their lives.
Take our consent, we ne're will lessen what
At first our bountie did assure; but then
Your secret promise must be straight perform'd.
At night, or let mee forfeit all your trust.
Leade to the City-Senate, that wee may
Receive their homage, and confirme their Lawes,
Still weare your secret promise in your thoughts.
Exeunt omnes. Enter Ascoli, Altophil, Arthiopa, their armes bound.
My fall from Soveraigne title and command,
My losse of that which nature worst can misse,
My pleasant liberty; thus being bound
Like a cheap slave, that's sold for lesse, then buyes
The conqueror the riots of one meale.
Not all these suffrings make me mourne so much
As my short separation of your loves.
Yet, when I saw her faith was so oblig'd
And knit unto your vertues, Altophil,
I did resigne my nuptiall hopes, and gave
Her loyaltie the praise and reverence due
Unto a Saint.
Your usage, Sir, I have
Confess'd, was noble, though unfortunate,
And I shall finde scarce teares enough left to lament
My owne captivitie, when I behold
[Page 23]My mourning Lords and yours.
Would there were here
Some flowrie banke, shaded with Cypresse, Ewe
And Sycamore, whose melancholie brow
Hangs o're a little discontented brooke
That ever murmurs, as it wisely knew
It travell'd to some River that must soone
Convey it to the Sea, where they are both
In trouble with the bounds and lost. Here wee
Would sit, comparing mighty Courts to greater Seas,
Where Lovers like small Rivelets are vex'd
A while, and then o'rewhelm'd▪ A rurall residence
Neere Woods and Meads, though it be humble, is
The place, where we may love and be secure.
Why then did my too valiant father, and
Thy selfe disquiet all the peacefull world
With hunting after fame? loaden and crush'd
In heavie armour for the chase? toyling
To get us this renowne and eminence,
Which since hath ruin dour content? O that
We first had met in Shepheards homely weeds!
I, my Arthiopa, or that wee now
Might so enjoy our libertie; then if
Ambition did inflame my thoughts to aime
At victories, I should not combate for a Crowne,
But wrestle for some Chaplet wreath'd by thee
Of Daffadills and Pinks.
How kindly wee
Should take o'th Celestiall Governours,
If they would make these wishes reall truth?
And mee some neighb'ring Villager that came
To joy, and wonder at your loves, to court
The beauties of your Mistresse mind, my Altophil,
Such Rivalship is noble, though 'tis new.
Enter Galeotto, Gandolpho, Morello, Souldiers.
Appeare, and let thy rage inflict her worst.
Las! poore Traytor! how dull thy mischiefes are,
How weake, that canst iuvent no punishment
To quit thy daughters still neglected Love!
But what wee'll suffer, and embrace with scorne▪
Performe thy malice; come, that wee may laugh
To thinke how all posterity will urge
Thy deeds in railing Proverbs to expresse
And Maids, when they but heare thy name,
Shall crosse themselves in superstitious feare.
These are but dang'rous crabbed complements
To him that holds your lives in his command.
[Page 24]
Right, Sir, if I could easily remove
My gall from off my liver to my heart;
But now I take no joy in bitternesse:
Thus I requite their wrath, unbind them straight.
—Souldier unbind them.
How's this! What may the courtesie portend?
Waste not your wonder, Sir, it is no dreame.
His sinfull nature is converted sure.
Now, being all made free, you, Altophil,
And faire Arthiopa, have but exchang'd
These fetters to be joyn'd in everlasting bonds.
Start not, they are but Matrimoniall cords;
And easie to be worne, though ne're unty'd
Such manacles you'll gladly enter in.
My prayers have found the neerest way to heaven,
How quickly they were heard.
Those staines are all
Wip'd off, that so disfigur'd thee, thy brow
Is quite unwrinckled now, and growes so smooth,
Thou wilt not know it in thy former glasse
Galeotto! this restores thee to thy kinde
Esteeme agen; whil'st I behold their happinsse,
I can forgive thy stealth upon my state.
Convey those Lovers to their bridall chamber,
And let the ceremoniall rites be such
As I directed them.
Come my Arthiopa, gladnesse shall leave
No roome for Virgin-blushes in thy cheeks.
—Exeunt Morello, Altophil, Arthiopa.
Is my employment void, must I not goe
And helpe to celebrate this blessed houre?
No, Sir, you have a greater businesse of
Your owne, and may be thought as happy too,
If you will prove as wise in your consent
As I am kind to offer it.
Instruct me better what you meane.
You see how your most rigourous doome upon
My person and my wealth, enforc'd mee to
Such wayes in my revenge, as since have made
Me apt for more ambitious hopes then those
I lost; This froward Duke held my alliance in
Unhallowed worth: Now hee is more in my
Contempt; for you (his Master, Sir) I thinke
Fitter to choose my daughter as a wife.
There's mystery in this discourse.
'Tis easie, Sir, when you conceive, that I
By marriage now remove Arthiopa
From your desires.
But I have made a vow,
Since she severely did refuse the first
[Page 25]Most lawfull passions that I ever felt,
All other beauty shall appeare too late.
Those are but silly vowes, which Amorists
In choller make, when they have vainly spent
A frostie night, with singing Madrigalls
To some coy Mistresse; whil'st her windowes shut,
Consider, this perform'd, my power with Heildebrand
May keepe you yet in your Dominions free,
Some slender yeerly tribute being paid.
It is not in your will to force my Love.
Sir, if I should, it were but justice, and
Divine; since in my absence you conspir'd
T'enforce brave Altophil to make her his;
That your desires might suffer no impediment
When they should court Arthiopa.
Thou rudely dost awake
Those thoughts that faine would sleepe; I'll heare no more,
Goe, bind him then, and leade him where he was
Before restrain'd; you shall have time to meditate,
And make your resolutions of more worth.
My Lord, I'll watch him like your Sentinell.
Slave, dost thou use me as fond children doe
Their Birds, shew me my freedome in a string;
And when th'ast play'd with me enough, straight pull
Me backe agen to languish in my Cage?
This insolence will make her chiefe in hell.
——Exeunt omnes. Enter Hirco, Friskin, Fibbia.
Well, this is a good King, the Lawes shall have
Their course; it matters not who raignes, as long
As ev'ry one may come by their owne; if
Seignior Rampino pay me not, I can
Arrest him now.
Troth Mistresse Fibbia's in the right;
For thus to faile his day, is such a thing,
Heaven wil never blesse him.
Never, 'Tis impossible he should come to good
That failes his day.
Heaven keepe my friends from failing of their day.
Who would have though 't'ad been so great a sin;
But the truth is, I ne're studied Divinitie:
All that I reade is in the Muster-booke.
But, as you told us, Sir, Is he so great
Already with the new King?
Upon my honour, hee sent him just now
A sword for a present, and thus to me,
Because I am his friend.
Yours (Seignior) is not very rich.
No, a plaine bandall Hilt; it was his great
[Page 26]Great grandfathers, but there are no such blades worne now.
—Enter Rampino.
I've told your friends here, how much you are
In favour now at Court, and they rejoyce,
Heartily, beare up; and make it good,
Sir, we have reason to be glad; I pray
How came't about? may wee learne a little
of the State devices?
Troth partly merit, for you know
I weare my cloaths as well as another man;
Besides, I had the lucke to be most neere
A kinne to him that did betray the Fort.
Ah, Seignior! if you could have betray'd it
Your selfe, then we had been all made.
Well, no time lost, we may have occasion
To betray somewhat hereafter; men that
Will rise, must not be tender of
Their labour and good will.
Seignior, y'are in the right:
For if we labour in our Calling, heaven
Will helpe us to betray something or other
For our good,
Mistresle Fibbia, I owe you
For much profitable counsell.
I, Sir, and money for other things.
Wee'll talke of that anon.
Shew mee another
Of thy standing that beares her yeeres like thee;
It shall cost mee foure Duckets but I'll
Get thy picture, and by thy side I'll have
Young Antiphones thy sonne drawne too,
Eating of Cherries in a green coat.
Seignior, this was the day you promis'd me.
I, I must talke with you; d'you heare, you shall
Worke for the King.
Who? I Sir, alas!
Come, it must be so, his Taylor dy'd this morning.
I pray, Seignior.
'Tis very true,
He fell madde with studying of new fashions.
I shall be thankfull if you'll use your power.
You can i'th long vacation ev'ry yeere
Travell to Paris, and instruct your selfe
O'th newest modell, and best cut.
I have a brother lives there, Sir, he is
A Shoe-maker, and lately sent me post
A patterne of the finest Spur-leather;
I was so admir'd at Court.
Write for him straight, he shall be preferr'd too,
[Page 27]If he bee kowne to trim at's pairing-knife,
He cannot misse th' reversion of that place.
If the house of the! Friskins rise, none of
Your worthy issue shall want a second.
Seignior, my money's due since Lammas last;
Shall I know your mind?
Sweet Mistresse Fibbia, you shall receive our whole
Discourse; I'm studying to preferre your neighbour here
At Court. Now, if you'll choose any imployment
In the Queens side, your hopes stand faire; she now
Lies in at Mantua. Let me see—what thinke
You of a Rockers place to the young Prince?
Why truly, Sir, so I may carry my
Small sonne a long, I would be loth to leave him
Behind in a lone house.
You must buy him a new Hat; and d'you heare,
Let him abstaine from Ginger-bread, 't will spoyle
His growth.
A little, Sir, on holy dayes.
You will be selfe-will'd.
He alwayes had a care of my sonne.
Friskin, and you may visit me to morrow,
And know more.
I'll bring my measure with me, it is long
Since I wrought for your worship.
Doe, doe, farewell; Hirco, make haste, and shift the ayre;
There's nothing so contagious as the breath
Of Creditors.
—Exeunt omnes. Enter Morello, Altophil, Arthiopa.
Rich hangings of the anticke Persian Loome,
Venetian Tapers guilt, and bedding of
Italian Nunnes imbroaderie, purl'd and imboss'd.
Galeotto shewes his bountie great to decke
Our Bridall chamber, with such forraigne pomp;
But where's the Priest, that with his holy words
Should make us fit to enter here?
Rosting the Pigge he receiv'd in his last tythes.
Your mirth is somewhat strange; does it become you?
How little are you prais'd in th' affaires
And soules of men, to thinke this sumptuous bed
Within, and furniture could entertaine
An enemie?
For whom was it prepar'd?
For mighty Heildebrand, the Lombards King,
Who, when hee gave the Prince, and you secure
Undoubted prisoners to my Masters will,
He had a promise made, the ensuing night
He should enjoy that Lady in his armes.
[Page 28]
Ah mee! what prodigies are here?
Villaine, take that for thy intelligence.
—Strikes him.
So fierce in your rewards! what! how, seize on the Duke? tie his offensive armes, the Lady too!
—En­ter souldiers, lay hold on him.
My sense is so much dull'd with often use
Of my calamities, that they are now
Become my sport; what followes, Sir? I doe
Beseech you would proceed.
Souldiers, avoyd the roome.
—Exeunt souldiers,
Know, Sir, the wise Galeotto to make full
Witty and new his bounty to the King,
Ordain'd that you this Lady's Lover, should
Upon your knees present her to his Iust:
Your proud neglect of Amaranta then
Is subtilly repay'd.
O! damn'd infernall Dog.
I'll leave you, Sir, take leisure, and resolve
T'accept of this imployment, or to die.
How divers are the changes of his tyrannie;
Erewhile he flatter'd us with pleasant shewes
Of comfortable hope; then suddenly
Presents us with more horrid formes then death.
Death is our happiest expectation now;
The grave is ever quiet, though 'tis cold;
But Altophil, alas! when wee have slept
A many thousand yeeres; who is't can tell
If I againe shall know thee when I wake?
—Exit Amaranta▪
The chiefest blessings that are bred above
Fall on you both; like Summer showers that come
To ripen what before was but i'th infancie
Of growth: First, Altophil, on you that are
Most noble to the world, though much behind
To mee; next on your Bride, whose vetues shine
So cleare, that I must checke my envie, and
Pretend some joy to see her fortunate.
Can this be Amaranta's voyce? is shee
Perverted too, and taught to mocke at our
This ill beseemes a Maidens tendernesse.
Forbid it goodnesse; if you suffer ought,
That I should make your miseries my scorne;
For just heaven knowes, my father with great stewes
Of kindnesse, and of hope lately disturb'd
My Orisons, with newes hee had design'd
The Prince to marry me, which, Altopil,
Was but unwelcome hope, since my best Love
Rust die with thy disdaine; then told me all
These preparations were to celebrate
[Page 29]Your Nuptialls with! Arthiopa.
My Nuptiall Rites! this was a feign'd disguise
To hide his foule lascivious purpose from
Thy bashfull sight.
My Lord, though he hath wrong'd you much, do not
Misconstrue him as fit for all impieties.
Alas! it is too drie
A truth; witnesse these bonds, witnesse those griefes
That hang upon Arthiopa like blacke
Wet clouds upon the mornings cheeke; know she
Is here design'd for th'lust of Heildebrand:
And I by your obdurate fathers will,
Must be inforc'd to see and suffer it.
Horror! why should I tarry here,
And listen to such things as are not fit
To be believ'd?
Stay Amaranta, stay;
If thou art pitifull, and hast that heaven
Within thy heart, that with such lively truth
Is figur'd in thy face, expresse it now.
Thou knowest the secret passages and doores
Of this thy fathers house, convey with thy
Best skill; and trust my Mistresse to some darke
Unusuall place, where she may rest secure
And safe from violence.
Upon my knees I begge
If yet the softnesse of thy mothers nature
Have any residence within thy breast:
Looke like a Virgin on a Virgins moane;
And let thy mercy finde some way to hide
My honour from the reach of wicked men.
This sad necessity hath made my joynts
Stiffned with Winter-marches in the war,
Now supple as a Courtiers knee, that waits
Upon a Tyrants Throne. Behold how low
I fall to be my Mistresse advocate.—
Let me henceforth in darknesse dwell; for why
Should I againe make use of day, that could
Endure to see th'elected Monarch of
My vassall'd Love, thus humbled at my feet?
Rise, Sir, rise sweet Arthiopa, though it
Seemes strange (though you my Rivallare) I should
Assist your fortune, whose felicity
Must ruine mine; yet I will justly doe't
With hazard of my life.
What strange malicious courtesie (you starres)
Was this? to make the first election of
My love so excellent, and with Arthiopa,
[Page 30]So fill my breast, that there no roome was left
To entertaine the Ladies true
Affection, till it came too late.
And I could not confirme
My owne chiefe happinesse; but whilst I foyld
The chaste proceedings of her hope.
First, I'lluntie these mis-becomming bonds
—Unbinds them.
Now, follow mee with slow and wary feet,
Strong guards are severally dispers'd beneath;
You cannot voyd the house; but there's a vault
Deepe buried under yonder Turrets frame,
Where I'll conceale you both, 'till I perswade
My father cease his irreligious wrath.
This kindnesse to thy Rivall shall become
(In all succeeding times) a story fit
To soften ev'ry amorous Ladies eare;
Fame loud shall sing it, and preserve it long,
The musicke of her trumpet, not her tongue.


Enter Heildebrand, Galeotto.
THese ornaments shew much magnificence
And wealth, the prosperous Monarch of the East
Might here vouchsafe to sleepe, though when his bold
And superstitious fables made him thinke
The Sunne was marryed, and would send his glistring wife
To be his Concubine.
These Tapers, Sir,
And these refulgent Stones, will all grow darke,
When you behold Arthiopa; who now
(That you may find my promise just) you shall
Embrace; where is shee? ha, death on this slave.
Morello told me that he left her here;
Her Lover too, fast bound to my dispose.
—Enter Amaranta.
Amaranta! what divell counsell'd thee
To this untimely visit in the night?
It was a carefull Angell, Sir, that to
Prevent the dangers on your soule, hath given
Me order to dehort your rage, which so
Pursues Arthiopa.
Where is shee? speake,
Where's Altophil? remov'd and hid by thee?
Her beauties make his faint description more
Like envie then just praise; the nicest maid
[Page 31]In Lombardy, strictly compar'd, lookes like
A wither'd Lapland Nurse; my teeming wife
Shewes foule and tauny to her, as sh'ad beene
The sooty off-spring of a Moore.
Why do'st not speake, I know she can't escape
The confines of my house, my guards are made
Too watchfull and too strong, Where is she? Speake.
—Shee kneeles.
Sir, I confesse I've hid her from your wrath,
And till this great distemper of your mind is cur'd,
It were not safe she should appeare.
Galeotto, Why do'st let this Lady kneele?
Such humblenesse shewes ill, the pleasure of
An am'rous beauty is her pride.
The posture's comely, Sir, it is my daughter.
Hah! his daughter! this courtesie is new
And exquisite, I love a Parent for my Bawd!
Tell mee, thou troublesome delight of holinesse;
Where thy bewitching Rivall is conceal'd,
Or I'll torment thee till thou wake thy dead
Unluckie mother with thy groanes.
Galeotto, hold, do'st thou use force?
The Lady that I promis'd for your solace, Sir,
S'hath wickedly remov'd from hence.
What Lady's that?
The faire Arthiopa.
There is none faire but she, all beauty else
She turnes to blacke companions of the night;
My judgement is too strong, cheat not mine eares
With the false musicke of a name: Alas!
My gentle Excellence, waste not those teares,
Whose soveraigne power would better nature, where
She weakly doth reside, and falling in
The Spring, convert a Canker to a Rose.
Come, mourne no more.
Sir, you are mercifull,
And by the great prerogative of your
Command, may soone procure an easier weight
Then he hath laid upon the innocent.
Believe't he shall not practise violence;
To Bed sweet beauty, goe, he is reclaim'd;
Upon thy life pursue her not: thy lookes
Are growne too terrible to court her now.
—Exit Amaranta.
But will you then forgoe my promise, Sir?
Your first assurance was, her Love should
Present her willingly into mine armes,
And that I must expect there is no ease,
Nor pleasure in restraint.
You meane Arthiopa.
[Page 32]I'll fetch her, Sir, if you'll but let me force
This wayward foole to tell where shee's conceal'd.
This is that faire Arthiopa whom I'll enjoy.
Perswade my daughter to your bed▪ alas, you
Are marryed, Sir.
Or thy ambition else
Were happily so bold to thinke: I'll choose
Her for my wife.
In troth the other way
Is but un wholesome kinde of love;
Yet may be fit enough for lost Arthiopa;
If you'll take leisure 'till I finde her out:
But to betray a daughter.
You lately could betray
Your countrey, Sir, why not a daughter now?
Mocke not my rais'd desires, bring her to night;
Not forc'd by terror, or outragious strength,
But by the soothings of thy tongue wrought to
A willing, liberall consent; goe, do't,
Or thou shalt bleed.
Peace to your majesty:
This foole in a religious pity hath
Destroy'd her selfe, i'th choycest houre of time,
When I design'd she should be wedded to
The Prince: for dull loose Heildebrand,
If th'other had but satisfi'd his lust,
In drunken bountie would surrender all
His conquest here, t'endow and make her great.
What is our humane cunning, our obscure
And vicious wisdome worth? since at this play
Of policie, that Gamester cannot winne
That hath not skill, but power to help his sinne.
Exit. Enter Ascoli unbound, Rangone, Gandolpho.
I heare the Lady, Sir, and Altophil
Are pris'ners still, and by that traytor were
But led to counterfeit delights.
My owne calamities soone vanish from
My thoughts, when I remember theirs; you see
This Captaine gives my hands their liberty;
But expect hee's now so farre restor'd,
That hee'll contrive the freedome of
My person and my minde.
Gandolpho, know
The counsell I have breath'd, will shortly, when
Your reason and your piety consult,
Advance your profit much, your honour more.
Your error past I have forgiven; as well
Assur'd Galeotto's cunning did seduce
[Page 33]Your easie nature in pretence of gratitude
To doe perfidious things to th'State and mee;
But your amendment now shall have as full
Reward as if the memory were lost,
Of all your former guilt.
How excellent repentance shewes! it may,
Perhaps, proceed too slow, but when
'Tis reall, never comes too late.
Sir, thus dejected on the earth, I begge
Your pardon, and should rise made happy, though
Not innocent, if you believe that I
Was wrought into my crime, by him that found
A subtile use of my unskilfull Love▪
My faith is willingly confirm'd, and you
Call'd backe to all the favour you forsooke;
The Citadell continues still in your
Command, though with bold strangers new inforc'd▪
And by your power a secret entrance may
Be soone devis'd for a surprize.
The absence of your person, Sir, which is
So much lamented now, when you appeare,
Will adde a courage equall to the joy
Our souldiers shall receive; and though dispers'd,
The towne may yeeld enough for this designe.
What valour, or long practise in the war
(Made perfect with much doubtfull enterprize)
Can doe, we shortly will atchieve: but for
A while you must rest close in durance here.
My patience is so wise, it will perswade
Meto't, Rangone, come; the dangers which
These Lovers feare, are such as we would faine
Prevent, or else adventure to revenge.
—Exeunt. Enter Heildebrand, Galeotto, Arthiopa.
The beames of your bright beautie could not be
So hid, but I must finde them out.
My life I now esteeme not worthy of my care,
Since you have sever'd mee from Altophil.
Your Lover yet is safe; but if you use
The King with cruelty, expect the like
On him.—I knew, when he beheld
Her lustre shine, my Amaranta would
Be free; already he growes hot: This fire
Like those that Chymists keepe, must still
In secret burne, whilst gazers voyd the roome.
Which way shall I redeeme the error of
My former wonder, that in ignorance
Committed fond I dolatrie to one
Who in her greatest beauty may become
[Page 34]Thy worshipper, and not decline her owne
Prerogative; though shee excell a throng
On others that are comely too.
Sir, I am hither forc'd
By a perverse and trecherous Counsellor;
His tongue hath much envenom'd your chaste eares,
And would perswade you a horrid sinne;
But all my comfort is, your nature hath
Been still so rightly taught, you'll easily▪
Resist temptations of greater strength,
Know thou art hither come, to lay thy white
Attractive hand upon my Scepter; and
Give lawes to me, to make decrees of war
And peace; fold up my Enfignes, then command,
Then straight unfold agen, untill they spread
Their bloodie streamers in a forraigne Land;
But then my pretious sweetnesse you must love.
Your goodnesse, Sir, I will, but if your thoughts
Are prompted to attempt unlawfull deeds,
Sure all the righteous world must hate you then;
Nor would I be the last should frowne upon
A wicked Lover, though a King.
Such cold discourse befits an hermitage,
Where age and hunger make a rev'rend
Pretence, to hate the pleasure, when (alas)
They have out-liv'd the appetite; you must
Come neerer yet.—
O! thinke upon your honour, Sir, and what
Protects it, heaven.
It is some pleasure to
Delay those thoughts a while, draw neere, make mee▪
Acquainted with your lips; why should they want
Impression that so easily swell; that are
So soft, and fit to take the seale of love?
You'll fright my soule from this unfortunate
Weake Tenement, where she unwillingly
Hath dwelt of late; and now 'tis shaken so
With that strong tempest in your lookes,
She dares not longer stay.
Let her come forth, and in my bosome rest.
No, Sir, her second dwelling is above
The stars, where she will tell such tales of you,
If you persist, the earth shall grow too hot
For your abode, and shortly after, hell
Too cold; they'll mend, and multiply their fires
Against you come.
Were you lesse faire, such coynesse would disswade.
If you continue in this exercise
[Page 35]Of impious power, be still a King; but may
You live to know, your title given you for
A scorne, no subjects left you to obey;
More enemies to conquer what you have,
'Till be so little, and so cheape; this in
Your age, when miseries doe most perplex,
And strength is quite decay'd that should support
The waight which younger patience thinks no load.
Are you so excellent at curses, Lady?
But better far at blessings, Sir; if you
Subvert the furious danger of your will,
Be still a King; and may your Scepter grow
Within your hand, as heaven had given it
A root: may it bud forth, increase in boughes,
Till't spread to the Platan tree, and yeeld
A comfortable shade, where other Kings
May sit delighted, and secure from all
The stormes of war and tyrannie.
Leave me, away,
That closet make your prison untill night,
Where you shall harbour safe from him that would
Betray your Virgin-wealth, but looke not backe:
For then you share the guilt of my next crime,
You carrie in your face the fire that feeds
My flame; which, if I see, 'twill kindle soone
What I will strive to quench.
Exeunt severall wayes. Enter Altophil bound agen.
Arthiopa, Arthiopa! O that
The double concave of this dismall place
Could but reverberate her name, I would
Be mock'd, though with a sound of happinesse
Rather then quite depriv'd; the Ghosts
Of impious men walke and revisit the
Relinquish'd earth; but she is gone like things
Most excellent: the soules of Votaries
Who once departed, know this fulsome world
So much unfit to mingle with their pure
Refin'd ayre, that they will returne.
Enter Amaranta, with a sword drawne.
What voyce is that, which with
Such fatall accent doth bemone some great
Eternall losse.
Arthiopa is gone,
The secret Vault where thou didst leave us safe
Enclos'd was by Morello found, who with
Rude help of murthers enforc'd her from
Mine armes, and left mee bound.
I fear'd some danger neer
[Page 36]Which made mee haste to thy redresse; once more
(My Lord) let me give freedome to your strength.
—Unbinds him.
Here, take this sword, 'tis a most pretious jewell,
And like a relique hath hung long within
Our armourie: if false Morello shall
Returne to threaten death, defend your selfe.
I would this bountie had been earlyer brought▪
My feares are so increas'd, I dare not stay
To see the end of thy uncertaine fate.
Be watchfull and conceal'd.
The unwearied courtesies
Of this soft maid, afflict my memorie:
Since my affections were so far bequeath'd
And spent, ere they became her due, that now
I cannot pay her, equall love for love,
But to anothers losse.—What noyse is that!
A second doore reveal'd? it opens too.
—He steps behind the Arras. Enter Galeotto, Morello.
Hee's truss'd, and pinion'd like a Pullet, Sir,
And you may soit him when you please.
Yes, he must die, for Amaranta loves
Him so, her wishes else will ne're be quieted,
Nor she admit the Prince, though I could win
His heart, he suffers for disdaine of her;
She shall appeare, and see it too, 'twill breed
Her up to greatnesse whose chiefe nourishment
Is blood, when you have lock'd the doore, give her
This key, and send her hither.
If shee suspect the cause, she will not come.
I say she must and wait you close about
The King, to watch th'event of his hot enterprize.
—Exit Morello.
Duke Altophil, where is your mighty grace?
Who is't that makes my title his bold mirth?
His fetters off! a sword too in his hand!
This argues trecherie.
—Strives to goe backe to the doore, Altophil steps betweene.
Nay, no retyring yet,
I have been here reserv'd your prisoner,
But your dull bounty now hath made you mine.
The very sword I won in duell from
The fain'd La Rock, i'th vale of Chamberie,
If 'twere taught t'observe as Wizards doe,
This chance is so sinister, 'twould mfuse
A superstitious trembling through my veines.
What is it makes your admiration still
Employ'd? this object of your crueltie?
Who furnish'd thee with such a rich defence
For rescue of thy life?
Your daughter, Sir,
[Page 37]
So true to him that hates her! and so false
To me! destruction on her soule.
Your curse will find such little entertainment where
Her vertues are, that it must soone returne
Unto your selfe; the memory of her
Would faine disswade my just revenge on thee.
Where hast thou left Arthiopa?
With Heildebrand.
That fatall word calls backe my absent and
Relenting spirits to my arme, which grew
With thoughts of mercy weake, but now it hath
A strength too dangerous for thy repulse.
—They fight a while, and part.
Yo'are active, Sir, your nimble joynts are bath'd
In Jestimine oyle.
And you are knowne a Master in
This angry Art; your Rapier miracles
Are chronicled by the hot fencing French;
But I'll adventure some small practice, Sir.
—fight agen and sever.
Pause, pause a while, and keepe your little breath,
Since 'tis your last, to make your friend more sport.
So merry? cause your divell is so learn'd,
And taught you faigne in subtile lines,
Proportion'd by a rule; still statue like,
Standing as stiffe as if your posture were
In Brasse, I'll discompose it straight.
—Fight agen, Galeotto is wounded, they sever.
I did not thinke your skill so excellent,
I shall drop downe without revenge, hence with
A Hatchet, like a fenslesse tree, this to
Requite your kindnesse, Sir.
—Fight, Galeotto is wounded, agen they sever.
Laugh and be merry now;
You are not tickled with a straw, you see,
This is a kind of sport will make you bleed.
O my false fame, where art thou now, he bores
And drills me where he list, as I were dead
Already, and my breast, a boord us'd to
An Augur, not a Sword; as if hee had
Forecast how many holes would serve to make
My obscure heart transparent to the world.
The Furies greet you, Sir.
—Fight, Galeotto falls.
This for my much wrong'd Prince, this for Arthiopa.
And though a glorious villaine, yet like to
A villaine fall, despis'd upon the earth;
Not pitied in thy parting Grove.
O! O! your wrath and I together end.
—Hee dies.
'Tis strange I scap'd without a wound, he was
A cunning duellist, whose tread is that?
—Enter Amaranta.
Feare still makes others swift to flie from danger,
And me thu [...] slow t'incounter it, sure I
[Page 38]Have stay'd too long, where are you, Sir?
Sweet Amaranta, hide thine eyes.
Can they be weary growne of seeing you?
But here's another object that will make them start,
Till they untie their strings.
Hah my father! mercie, how far is thy
White throne remov'd from earth, that wretched I,
Thy daily Orator, could not be heard?
My blood will turne to teares at his dire Obsequie.
O Altophil! thou cruell Lord, did I
For this with severall hazards of my life,
And filiall faith, keepe thee from death? that sword
I gave you for defence, and straight
Perverting all my courtesies, you did
Present it to my fathers breast.
Hee was a wicked man.
Were thy uncivill accusations true;
Yet for my sake thou might'st have spar'd his life:
For mee, whom though you could not love,
I ne're deserv'd to find your hatred in
Such fierce extremes.
There was no help, but one
Of us must fall, and I preserv'd my selfe.
Upon such wise sure cautions, my
Indulgent nature scorn'd to meditate,
When I deliver'd you from murthering hands,
But made the danger hastily mine owne.
Those words like subtill lighting pierce, and soone
Will kill me, though they make no wound.
Here, take this sword, revenge thy fathers cause,
Revenge thy cause, whose love I have been forc'd
To pay with some neglect, kill me and be just.—
Did you but call't neglect? and said that you
Were forc'd to it?
So forc'd, as I shall ever be, since my
First plight was seal'd; there is no ease, no end
Of that constraint.
Still to lament, and never to belov'd.—
I am the source of all thy griefe; make haste,
Yis fit I die.—
That sentence is my doome.
—Shee falls on the sword,
Hold, Amaranta, hold;
Where are our better Angells at such times
As these? Sweet virgin breathe a while.—
Goe, tell Anthropa she needs not feare
Her rivall now, my Bridall bed is in
The earth.
O stay! there may be helpe,
[Page 39]
When you come neer my grave, if any flower
Can grow on such unluckie ground, pray water't with
A single teare, that's all I aske: mercy heaven.
—She dies.
For ever gone I make much of her youstars,
She is the brightest ere shall come into
Your numberlesse societie. Her last
Salute was sent unto Arthiopa,
Till shee be safe I must not follow thee;
But I will hasten, gentle maid, to weare
Immortall wings, and thy new lustre then
Will be so knowne above, that if I stray,
It can direct and light mee in the way.


Enter Ascoli, Altophil.
WHil'st we confine our motion to this darke
Division of the house, we are secure;
The Guards beneath Rangone did corrupt,
And made my entrance hither easily
Atchived: but thou hast told a piteous tale,
The latter part will give posterity
A lasting cause to mourne, for though
Galeotto suffered justly for his crimes,
And I must ever praise that victory;
Yet Amaranta's fate was most severe.
Alas! it is not good to name her, Sir;
We shall but spoyle our thoughts, and urge them to
A desperate beliefe.
Can your intelligence
Aime at no report that may declare
Your Mistresse usage with the King?
As passages are stopp'd, no souldiers voyce
Is louder then a whisper here, and those
Are breath'd in the darke.
—Enter Arthiopa, her haire han­ging loose about her.
Looke where shee comes.
If that be shee
That gives her sorrow so much ornament
With haire dishevell'd, and unwilling lookes,
Declin'd with sighs that well may penetrate
The spacious vault of heaven, though it were Arch'd
With Onix and hard Chrysolite;
If that be she, perswade your selfe to know
Her, Sir, for I would faine preserve her still
A stranger to my sight.
[Page 40]
I came to seeke
Thee Altophil, but thou art found too soone.
Why should I vex a Lovers tendernesse?
My lamentations are so great, they'ld serve
T'infuse a vertue in a furious eare,
If pitie may be call'd a vertue, but
I hope it is not so, for then the world
Would much offend, that long hath wanted it.
What dismall story hangs upon thy tongue?
Speake it aloud, to wake the destinies,
Who sure are fast asleep, thy sufferance else
Will make us thinke they take no care of what
They can so easily create.
Fierce Heildebrand,
That tyrant King! O! that my memory
Can keepe a name should be forgot by all
The world!
He finds our militarie soules are now
Growne tame, and meeke as Doves; hee'll shortly use
No Iron Scepter here, wee can be aw'd
And govern'd by a Reed.
To this perfidious King I was convey'd
By Galeotto, falser then himselfe,
Endur'd his sinfull courtship, and subdu'd
At first with threatning vowes, the furie of
His will; so that he seem'd restor'd to grace.
And did hee fall agen?
His pietie
Grew soone too high a blisse for him,
With tedious steps he labour'd up the hill;
Whose top being reach'd, his elevation shew'd
So strange, that it amaz'd his ignorance,
And giddily he tumbled downe in far
Lesse space then he could climbe.
A swift inconstancie.
In a short moment hee was quite
Declin'd from good, ev'n to the extacie of vice:
For in the blackest and most guiltie houre
Of night, hee came and found my curtaines drawne;
But so uncomely rude were his intents,
That though I there had slept as in a Shrine,
(A place which death or holinesse did priviledge
With reverend esteeme) yet he would force
His way; you sacred powers conceive how fit
It is the rest should make mee dumbe.
I have begun
In blood, and must goe on; inhumane guilt
Is so disperss'd and growne so strong, that now
[Page 41]Revenge from every valiant hand will be
Acknowledged lawfull and Divine.
Let's hasten to our furious businesse, come,
I have some strength in ambush neere the Fort;
And bold Rangone waits within t'expect
What hidden troopes I will command t'assault
My Palace which this Monster hath usurp'd.
That charge conferre upon my care;
Away, let's give him swift and silent death,
Like Cannons, that destroy ere they are heard:
Yet since we're sever'd in our enterprize,
Wee'll take a solemne leave for ever, Sir.
Farewell,—our usuall fortune can perswade
Us to no better confidence.
Yes, noble Altophil,
Wee'll meet agen, I'll find thee, though i'th clouds.
I have of late been so much us'd
To weepe, that I suspect the chrystall of
Mine eyes is but a kind of Ice, which still
Each warmer change of weather straight doth thaw.
The sweetest, though most injur'd of thy sex,
Farewell, and thinke such comfort yet remaines,
As must not be despis'd, though but in hope.
Sir, reason soone would ruine mine, if I
Had any left; the cleane nice Ermine not
Endures to live, when once the Hunter doth
Her whitenesse soyle, though with a little staine.
Arthiopa, come, we are lovers still,
Though too too much unfortunate; time ne're
Could finde in all his old records, nor will
The like succeed in's future Register.
——Exeunt omnes. Enter Brusco, Gandolpho, Rampino, Hirco.
What lazie Elephants are these? huge Rogues
That cannot dig through mould as soft as dough.
Is not the Myne yet finish'd?
Have patience Gentlemen, I'm confident
Th'ave reach'd off the Parapet,
And straight the powder will be laid.
But is the ambush well supply'd that should
Breake in upon the Garrison when fire is given?
Those follow my direction, and are all
Prepar'd to execute at their just time.
Then one successe is sure, for the old troopes
Have sent a private message, they'll assault
The City gates before the Sunne can rise
To shew them to the enemy.
I know th'are led by brave Pisciero the
Lievtenant to our Generall, and I
[Page 42]Have planted those will give them entrance, though
They tread upon their mothers and their wives.
It recreates my very lungs to thinke
How this luxurious stupid Heildebrand
In pleasure snorts, and little thinks
He shall be wak'd with an alarme.
You, Sir, must take important care, lest in
The streets your consultation be with throngs
Of Fiends: for busie members will be soone
Observ'd; your quarter is the Westerne bridge.
But first attend about the Palace, to
Expect your orders, they must be given you there.
Direct your selves; I am more watchfull then
A sicke Constable after his first sleepe
On a cold bench, Hirco, along with mee.
—Exeunt omnes. Enter Heildebrand, Morello, Rangone.
This is the Count Rangore, Sir, who was
Before your Conquest here chiefe Captaine of
The Guard unto the captive Prince.
From Galeotto, Sir, is your affaire?
This Ring hee humbly sends a present to
Your Majesty, it was the first rich pledge
You gave him to confirme his new integritie,
By which he would perswade your royall thoughts;
I am a messenger of trust, with hope
It may procure me privately your eare.
Leave us, Morello, and attend within
—Exit Morello.
What is the cause hee can so soone neglect
The homage of his dutie here? he did
Not waite to day.
His daughter, Sir, is sicke.
O're whom so fondly he laments, that hee
Supplies both her Physitians Art and diligence.
Proceed to his request.
Your wisdome, Sir, wee'll much admire,
To what a calme and easie sufferance
He hath reduc'd Arthiopa reclaim'd
Her frostie nature to such warme, such soft
And feminine desires as it is fit
Her beautie should possesse.
Thou dost bewicth me with thy newes.
Sir, she no more retaines the seeming forwardnesse
And peevish rigour of a maid,
But wonders why the Roman Lucrece did
Complaine, because enforc'd since boldly she
Concludes it now the onely subtill way
To compasse pleasure without sinne.
Wise Aracmes Philosophy, hee'd read
[Page 43]It to his Neece.
No question, Galeotto had
Good moderne Authors for his Doctrine, Sir,
Else 'twould not thrive so well: his instant suite
Unto your greatnesse is, you would prepare
To humble your occasions to this night,
As you may visit him; and you shall find
The Lady alter'd to your wish.
It lay not in the power of all his skill
And vigilance, to send me a request
I would so willingly receive: this glad
Assurance render him with my best thanks,
And then returne to be my guide.
—Exeunt. Enter Rampino, Hirco.
Stay here, and watch for more supplies; the word
Is gone about, I've drawne to our confederacie
From an obscure blind lane, a race of such
Indebted wights, as have not seen the Sunne
Since the last great eclipse, when wonder more
Than businesse brought them out.
Have they any clothes?
Why, dost thou thinke they goe to play a Prize?
Is't of necessity they must appeare
In scarlet Breeches, and cleane lac'd shirts?
Swords they have all, although their scabbards are
A little torne about the Chape, they'll serve
To poke; lesse men are squeamish, and won't let'em
Enter their bodies, because they are rustie.
I would not be a Serjeant in their way.
Straight when the hurry shall begin to rise,
Beware my Gossip Goldsmiths shop; there be
Among us that will drinke our mornings draughts
In plate, without asking how much an ounce
—Enter Friskin.
Looke there, you must weare an invisible Ring.
Enter Heildebrand, Rangone.
He said I should receive the Lady here;
'Tis strange he failes: if Sir, it will become
Your greatnesse to expect a while, I'll seeke
Galeotto out, and sent her hither.
The object may deserve my patience, but take care
Y'are swift in your returne.
If wishes can
Conduce prosperity to the designe,
Thou shalt not want them, Altophil, I'll guard
The gates below to hinder all impediments.
—Exit, strange musicke is heard above.
This sure is some preparative, although
The sound's not very amorous.
The Song to a horrid tune.
You Fiends and Furies come along,
With Iron Crow and massie Prong;
Come, drag your shackles and draw neere,
To stirre a huge old Sea-coale Cake,
That in our hollow hell did bake,
Many a thousand thousand yeere.
In Sulhp'rous broth Tereus hath boy'ld,
Basted with Brimstone, Tarquin hath broy'ld
Long, long enough, then make more roome
Like smoakie flitches hang them by
Vpon our sootie walls to drie,
A greater ravisher will come.
If you want fire, fetch a supply,
From Aetna and Puteoli,
Yet stay a while, you need not stirre,
Since if his glowing eyes shall chance,
To cast on Proserpine a glance,
He is so hot hee'll ravish her.
—Enter Altophil.
My senses are growne sicke I speake! what art thou?
Men call mee Altophil.
Hee I encounter'd in a battell on
The banks of Sibaris? I'll rather meet
Thee in that river, stemming against
The tide, then thus wall'd in where horror dwells▪
I am betray'd!——
Stirre not, you are confin'd,
And cannot scape me now; for such events
As are prescrib'd us in the secret booke
Above, here wee shall both receive.
I feare not mine, my single valour is
Enough, if thou art all mine enemies.
You come to visit Galeotte, Sir▪
—Drawes the hangings.
See where he rudely sits ill manner'd Lord,
That will not rise to welcome such a Potentate.
Sleeping in death! such nodding likes me not.
Survey him well; he was your Traytor, Sir,
Goe hug him now; cherish the falshood that
Could ruine States, and draw a Nation to
Captivity; open his head, where all
[Page 45]His plots and policies are treasur'd up,
And take them out, it is not fit such wealth
Should lie conceal'd i'th grave.
Is there no more
Remaining of those sweating toyles, danger,
And studious wit that helps ambition to
Ascend, then such a pale complexion and
a cold dumb mockery of what we were?
Now, Sir, to entertaine your pretious time
With new variety (although I knew
You are in haste) see Amaranta here.
—Drawes the hangings further.
She so alter'd and growne silent too?
This was a noble beauty once; repleat
With all that gentle ornament Lovers
In their kind passion, or Poets in
Diviner fury could advance with praise.
And this so sanctifi'd a thing, you did
Endeavour to corrupt, pray court her now,
And thrid her teares like orientall Pearle,
Take Rubies from her lips to darken all
The Jewells in your Crowne, y've undertooke
So much in counterfeit Hyperbole's,
Blast her faire hand with your false sighs; and sweare
'Tis no Idolatry, you may; for looke
How like a Goddesse a dead Lady shewes.
I'll see no more; if they are fit for monuments,
Why were they not interr'd before I came?
Yes, you must needs behold all that is gay
And pleasing here; 'twill make your welcome seeme
More absolute: come forth Arthiopa.
—Enter Arthiopa, her haire dishevell'd as before.
This living spectacle disturbs and frights
My senses more then all that's dismall 'bout
The dead; no traytor like to that within,
My courage failes me now, which till this houre
I trusted most.
Looke on the ruines you
Have made of such a building; Cherubims
Would strive to dwell in it, but that they knew
They must dispossesse a soule as good
as they; see how it droops!
The period of
My vex'd injurious life drawes on apace.
Prepare your valour and your sword, for love
Unto the sacred title which you beare,
You shall not die surpriz'd, without defence,
But try what usefull strength is left you, now
Your vertue's gone.
—Both draw.
Stay then, I'll call to my remembrance all
[Page 46]The noble deeds of my heroicke youth,
Whilst growing mighty with thoughts, I may
Behave my selfe as if I had no guilt.
O hold my Lord! why should you hazard thus
The treasure of your life? impoverishing
the needy remnant of the vertuous world
In my revenge, leave it to th'holy powers.
Wilt thou be courteous to her, and desist?
Move but a little backe, Arthiopa,
Couldst thou believe me worthy of thy love,
Yet doubt my fortitude t'encounter him,
Whose crimes have left him no assistant but
What came from Hell; all that is good forsooke
Him when hee injur'd thee.—
'Tis wearisome to beg your safety now.
By all the fervour of our matuall vowes,
I charge thee give me liberty to try
What anger can performe when it is just.
I cannot disobey, though when I see
Your dangers I can die.—
I am resolv'd for thy assault, yet stay,
That Ladies suffrings hang so heavie on
My soule, that it foretells a longer sleepe
Then I would willingly begin; I wish
Thou couldst prepare me with a little wound,
That might let out my lustfull blood, and leave
The rest to strengthen me for this dire cause.—
I'm good at opening of a veine; there Sir,
—They fight, Heildebrand falls.
Had that afflicted terror in her face
Bin hid, 'th'adst found more trouble in this victory.—
I feele desires of blisse, and those I hope
May prosper, though presented very late.
——hee dies.
Depart, forgotten and forgiven.—
Why dost thou shrinke? speake Altophil: why dost
Thou bow like tyr'd undweeldie age?
His sword has bin too busie here, just here
About the heart.—
The Region of thy love,
I finde thou hast a wound by perfect sympathie,
For mine growes sicke, and doth desire to bleed.
How fares my Mistresse? sweet Arthiopa?
Your pulse must give account of all my health.
Take't not unkindly I shall leave thee now,
My eyes grow dimme, and I would furnish them
With everlasting light.
O my deare Lord!
Let me not thinke that voyce was yours.
Alas! that in a loyall Lover death
[Page 47]Must argue some inconstancie, since 'tis
The first occasion to forsake what wee
May ne're enjoy agen▪
I shall not be forsaken▪ for I feele
I can decay apace, and keepe you company
In this long Journey to our last abode.—
First let's seeke our vowes upon our lips,
They were so strictly kept, that wee shall find
Them warme, as if but newly breath'd.
——They kisse.
These are the funerall rites of love.—
Breake heart.
It is the way to shew that thou wert true
——They both die. Within. Victory I the Fort is taken, victory!—Enter Ascoli, Rangone, Gandolpho, Rampino, Brusco, Hirco, and the Guard.
Your brother dy'd, Gandolpho, in the first
Retreat; you and the souldiers still shall share
My best affection and felicity.
Omnes Rangone.
Long live your Highnesse.
O Sir, the splendor of our triumphs are
Eclips'd, wee came too late; behold,
The Tyrant is not onely slaine, but here
The valiant Generall lies, his Mistresse too,
Imbracing, though insensible of love.
Friendship and love are dead; I find
My sorrowes are too mighty for my tongue.
The King thus sever'd from them it appeares
He first was kill'd by Altophil, who straight
Fell after on a lingring hurt, Arthiopa
(This seene) could need no other wound than griefe.
The pride and comfort of the war is gone.
A Generall fit to leade the world against
The force of Hell.
But now wee may hang up
Our armes, and yeeld to ev'ry enemy.
Sir, though 'tis fit you mourne, yet take some care
So to proceed, as that your Subjects may
Be perfectly assur'd of our victory.
Beare hence these wofull objects of our first
True Elegie; thy statue, Altophil,
Shall in my Palace stand, with sad Arthiopa
Lamenting still; and Amaranta fix'd
On th'other side, hiding her eyes, that found
Too much of beauty in her Rivall's face;
In lasting gold, by old Ephefian Art
Design'd, this triple—Figure I'll aduance,
Though it will little credit adde to Fate,
That made such Lovers so unfortunate.
—Exeunt omnes.


OVr Poet in his furie hath profest,
Yet gravely too, with's hand upon his breast,
That he will neuer wish to see us thrive,
If by an unhumble Epilogue we strive
To court from you that priviledge to day
Which you so long have had to damne a Play:
'Las, Gentlemen, he knowes, to cry Playes downe
Is halfe the businesse Termers have in towne;
And still the reputation of their wit growes strong,
As they can first contemne, bee't right or wrong,
Your wives and Countrey friends may power exact
To finde a fault or two in every Act:
But you by his consent most kindly shall
Enjoy the priviledge to raile at all:
A happy freedome, which y'esteeme no lesse
Then money, health, good wine, or Mistresses;
And he, he hopes, when age declines his wit
From this our stage; to sit and rule i'th pit;
Heaven willingly, shall assume a Charter firme,
As yours, to kill a Poet every Terme.
And though he never had the confidence,
To tax your judgement in his owne defence,
Yet the next night when we your money share,
Hee'll shrew dly guesse what your opinions are.

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