QVERER Por Solo QVER …

QVERER Por Solo QVERER: To Love only for LOVE Sake: A DRAMATICK ROMANCE.

REPRESENTED AT ARANJUEZ BEFORE THE KING and QUEEN of SPAIN, TO CELEBRATE The BIRTH-DAY of that KING, BY THE MENINAS: Which are a Sett of LADIES, in the Nature of LADIES OF HONOUR in that COURT, CHILDREN in Years, but Higher in Degree (being many of Them Daughters and Heyres to GRANDEES of SPAIN) than the ordinary Ladies of Honour, Attending likewise that Queen.

Written in Spanish by Don Antonio de Mendoza, 1623.

Paraphrased in English, Anno 1654.

Together With the FESTIVALS of ARANWHEZ.

London, Printed by William Godbid, and are to be Sold by Moses Pitt, at the White-Hart in Little-Britain. 1671.

Sir R. F. upon this Dramatick Romance, Paraphrased by him during his Confinement to Tankersly Park in York-shire, by Oliver, after the Battail of Worcester, in which he was taken Prisoner, serving His Majesty (whom God preserve) as Secretary of State.

TIme was when I, a PILGRIM of the SEAS,
When I, 'midst noise of CAMPS, and COURTS Dis-ease,
Purloin'd some Hours, to Charm rude Cares with Verse,
Which flame of FAITHFUL SHEPHERD did rehearse:
But now restrain'd from SEA, from CAMP, from COURT,
And by a TEMPEST blown into a PORT;
I raise my thoughts to Muze on Higher Things,
And Eccho ARMS and LOVES of QUEENS and KINGS:
Which QUEENS (despising Crowns and HYMEN'S Band)
Would neither MEN Obey, nor MEN Command.
GREAT PLEASURE FROM ROUGH SEAS TO SEE THE SHORE!
OR FROM FIRM LAND TO HEAR THE BILLOWS ROARE.
ILle Ego, qui (dubiis quondam jactatus in Undis)
Qui (dum nunc Aulae, nunc mihi Castra strepunt)
Leni importunas mulcebam Carmine Curas,
In quo PASTORIS flamma FIDELIS erat.
At nunc & Castris, Aulisque ejectus & Undis,
(Nam mihi Naufragium Portus, & Ira Quies)
Altiùs insurgens, REGUM haud intactus AMORES,
Et REGINARUM fervidus ARMA Cano:
Quae (vinc 'is HYMENAEE tuis, spretis (que) CORONIS)
Nec Iuga ferre virum, nec dare Iura veliat.
Dulce procellosos audire ex Litore stactus!
E (que) truci Terram dulce videre Mari.

TO THE Queen of Spain.

MADAM,

THis Comedy having been admitted to Your Ma­jesties Eyes, hath leave to throw it self at Your Feet: It was written to Celebrate the BIRTH-DAY of the KING; this gained it that Credit, which it ought to have lost for being mine: It hath been sought at the Festival of Your Majesty; for, in virtue of that Esteem which Your Name gives it, [Page] Men pardon it, the having been Penn'd by me. To this Task I was emboldened by D. Maria de Gusman, believing that a Creature of her Fa­ther would happen to Serve Your Majesty better with his Obligation, than Others with their Wit; the mistake was just, I do not blame it, nor those who desire to read it, since it had the Honour to be heard by Your Majesty; and it will gain two Plaudits (without deserving one) Your Majesty being now the second time its PATRONESS.

Your MAJESTIES Servant, Don Antonio de Mendoza.

THis Comedy I consent not to the Printing of, suffer it I do, thus Copied, to distribute amongst those who ask it, for I have not the presumption to offer it to any; if it be a boldness in whosoever prints, in me it would be called a Madness; one day is master of another, against what is written to day, will be that which is better known to morrow, and who is it that knew not less yesterday? The ambition of the Press is a fault, which it is not sufficient to repent; and, in case this common danger were wanting, my fear would create a new one, though that which deserved to come to the Eyes of their Majesties, might well lose the fear of all Mens Ears; for caution, advertency, and study, were more due to those that Acted it, than to those that shall read it; and this being more than sufficient for approbation, the Council was not pleased it should have any other: I [Page] write it in obedience, and no Friends perswade me to publish it, for I have none so vain; I ra­ther think that their opinion would obstruct me in this resolution, finding in it those defects, which are hidden from the proper Author; for in the things of other men, it is easie to be more wise; and, without denying the defects of mine, I have been very willing to content with some Copies as many as seek them, deceived with that which was ow'd to so splendid an Occasion: Nor let any Man expect that the Errours of my Pen, shall be accompanied with my disacknow­ledgment, yet, not to be excessive in difference neither, I believe, that if so remarkable a Festival, required not a greater ability than mine, it would be worthy of some Applause, since compared with vulgar ones, it deserves not much Contempt.

The Prologue: (Called by the Spaniard The LOA, i. e. The Praise, because therein the Spe­ctators are commended to curry fa­vour with them:) Spoken by the Lady Isabella Velasco, and the Lady Isabella Guzman; the latter pulling the former in with her upon the Stage.

Vel.
I Will not forth with thee (that's plain)
Child, thou tir'st thy self in vain.
Guz.
Isabel, thy Face, Life, Meen,
Be now my Second, now my Skreen.
Vel.
I Garb? I Spirit? Beauty I?
What, oblige me with a Lye?
Skreen thee that Face, thy Mettle fine,
Which second is to none, be thine.
I joyn with thee in the Prologue?
I with the Audience to collogue,
[Page]Stiling them Senate? Was I Born
To Lead of Pigmies the Forelorn?
There's Lady's work with all my heart!
Guz.
I, but, Velasco, take her part,
Who of the Minikin Brigade
The youngest is, the Lanspresade.
Vel.
Marry, a good, and mending Fault,
But who must afterwards be sought
To make me confident and bold?
For, Guzman, neither am I old.
Guz.
Well, of the Play then I despair,
Since with the Dames whatever's rare,
Sprightful, Divine, is wanting all:
For, no Dames, no Festivall.
Unto whose Top-top-gallant Beauty
To strike, is little Fly-boats Duty:
Superlatives have there a Rise:
Comparisons are odious twice.
Vel.
That Fear hath Reason on its side,
But a worse matter I have spy'd:
The pityous humane Poet, he
Fears too, his Farce will tedious be.
Guz.
What a Fear that for the base Rout!
What a misbegotten doubt!
("For Modesty may split it self
"On a high Rock, or a low Shelf.)
No, no, our Festival, howe're
It in it self hath cause to fear,
(For of Meninas even the name
Speaks littleness) yet our great DAME
[Page](Whom, were She not Divine all out,
Heaven would have made a humane doubt)
Making it now her Offering
Upon the Birth-day of the King,
It must for that be understood
Both short and sweet, and great and good,
That It is Hers deserves Applause:
Effects are measured by their Cause.
Chiefly so fair Porch being made
Thereto; as such a Mascarade,
In which the INFANTA'S Self would be,
To grace the QUEENS Solemnitie,
The KING too Her refin'd Gallant
(For no high strain of Soul can want
In one whose Body is so pure)
What Favour doth not he ensure?
It must be full as much at least
As His Divine Sister exprest,
With their two Brothers; All High Born:
Children of Phoebus, and the Morn.
The Dames w' are sure of to their powers:
All then is safe, all then is ours:
In so much Beauty, so much Glory.
Vel.
And the Forreign Auditory.
Guz.
Friend, thou wilt, drown in shallow water,
Bespeak not Ills, things hap thereafter,
My Life upon't, our Festivall
To see, will hurt none of them all:
Whip me, if of the Twenty four
They feel not many hours creep slower.
Vel.
[Page]
Away then with the Prologue, Wench:
But beg not favour of the Bench,
Nor silence: Nor whine out at first,
Pardon our faults, (that Fault's the worst)
Be out, nor praise the King for fair
Beauty is perishable Ware,
And I my Master would commend
For parts alone which time will mend.
Shape is the humane By of Kings,
Who in the Main are God-like Things:
Call me the Queen, French Flower no more,
But in Field Azure a Sun Or;
Now so much Native of Casteel
That ev'n Her Soul is Spanish Steel:
Nor Charles and Fernand Branches both
Of the old Lawrel of the Goth:
But Scyons of a better Tree
In Paradice's Nursery:
And of MARIA (Glorious Dame)
Beauty without, lin'd with the same
(Since ev'n strong Lines cannot afford
To do her right) speak not a word,
But let her praise to it self sing
Like Bells that, without pulling, ring.
Guz.
Kings should be prais'd with reverence then,
As they are Kings, not as they're Men;
Their fortitude, and not their face;
The sordid Flatterers Common-place:
His Actions I will Celebrate;
His parts, as they are parts of State;
[Page]Much of King, in Years but few;
Spains Honour, and her Indies new,
And his fair Spouse.
Vel.
That task is Fames:
Begin.
Guz.
Still vailing to the Dames.
The Lady Isabella Guzman advances some steps, and begins the Main PROLOGVE, as follows.
WHilst Thee Great PHILIP (apprehensive Scholar,
In the Great Book of GOVERNING well Read)
The Nations Wonder, and Applause, proclaim
In every Action of thy Life a King;
Whilst on the Occidental Gulphs a Yoak,
Whilst on the Seas of the Levant a Law,
Thy Hand imposes, and thy boundless Valour
Props Heaven, and Is the Bridle of the Earth:
Whilst thou art like thy Great Grandsire, before
The Worlds suspension, and thy thundring Ships
To Northern Regions, Arm'd with Plates of Ice,
Are fiery Mountains on their snowy Waves;
And thy Iberian Flags (Victory's Wings)
Both Germanies and Africk fear, and strike to:
(For if of old their Valour made those bow,
They do't by Custom and prescription now.)
Grace the Solemnities of thy bright CONSORT
Which strive in vain to equal the Occasion,
So every way Majestick: A Perfection
[Page]Divine, the utmost stretch of humane Nature,
And thou ISBELLA (fair even to the Soul,
The Daughter of a King, whose valiant Hand
More trusting to it self than unto Chance
Hammer'd his Crown out with his Sword) receive
With a benign and amiable Brow
(It must be amiable) this small Earnest
Of our Devotions; whom to see alone
Claims Knees and Hearts, sat'st thou beneath the Throne:
And thou, the pleating terrour of the Earth,
In smooth Apollo's Spirit, Spirit of Mars,
King of two Worlds, let thy good hap enjoy
Another greater Empire in her Beauty.
Vel.
Live, Reign (High Princes) more than Time it self,
And (fairer in your Virtues than your Persons)
Drop Stars with Heaven: The blessed Progeny
Of your Immortal Loves (your Beauties sparkles)
Let Spain Adore, and in so great a Glory,
PHILIP the Fifth expunge Fifth CHARLES's Story.
And you young Men, who by your budding Greatness
Proclaim the Splendour of your Royal Cradle,
Pave with a lofty and a radiant Foot
The Milky Way.
And thou (the Envy of the Goddesses)
Illustrious INFANTA may thy Fortune
[Page]Equal thy rare Endowments. To be Fair
Ah! let it not a woful Blessing be,
Nor Beauty a desired Miserie.
Vel.
We two (Is'bellas) ISABELL Divine,
Present thee one Play more, with more Refine,
Fram'd and Endited by Earths greatest King,
Penn'd with the fairest Plume in Cupid's Wing,
Acted by Queens below, by Saints above;
A truer Comedy, call'd, LOVE for LOVE.
Guz.
And may this Birth-Day [Ecce t' another Birth]
E're next Spring do't with Flowers, perfume the Earth
With a sweet Prince, like Him from whom He came.
Vel.
In FACE.
Guz.
In VIRTUE.
Vel.
In RENOWN.
Guz.
In NAME.

A Song After the Main Prologue, Painting the Festival of Aranwhez.

THe Flowers that most adorn
Of Aranwhez the Plain
(Following a black-ey'd Morn)
A Laurel entertain;
Of flow'ry May the King,
Apollo's gallant Son,
He at His Fifteenth Spring
Ware of the Field the Crown:
When His Seventeenth April came,
Worshipping that Goddess yonder,
Wonders wrought He in Her Name,
But His Faith the greatest Wonder.
[Page] CHORVS.
O how deft, how sweet to boot,
First handsome, and then light of foot;
Tagus's Nymphs of best renown,
To whom no Love nor Grief is known
(Brighter, fairer) from Heavens Globe
Steal away the Starry Robe,
And the Earths embroider'd Gown!
OF all the World admires
For rare, a fair disdain,
Plac'd bounds to her desires,
And that best object made her Eyes refrain.
How great, and how well plac'd,
A Roses love? With Vse
How well was it at last
Paid by a Flower-de-luce?
Love from complaints is free:
That we for once might find,
Beauty may happy be,
And Happiness be kind.
[Page] CHORVS.
O how deft, how sweet to boot,
First handsome, and then light of foot;
Tagus's Nymphs of best renown,
To whom no Love nor Grief is known
(Brighter, fairer) from Heavens Globe
Steal away the Starry Robe
And the Earths embroider'd Gown!
YEars (which deserve perpetual Spring,
And which deserve to be his Years)
Ioy them, He that loves the King;
And adore them, He that fears.
Clasp let his early Valour on
Strong and glittering Steel of Spain,
Multitudes in whom alone
Of Fernand's and Alfonso's Reign.
Never let him rust with Calms
But His Hand purchase, His Hand cut
As many Crowns out, and as many Palms
As His Fore-Fathers tumbled at his Foot.
[Page] CHORVS.
O how deft, how sweet to boot,
First Handsome, and then light of foot;
Tagus's Nymphs of best renown,
To whom no Love nor Grief is known
(Brighter, fairer) from Heavens Globe
Steal away the Starry Robe
And the Earths embroider'd Gown!
The Final End of the Prologue.

The Persons in the first Act.

Represented.
Representing.
ZELIDAURA, Queen of Tartaria,
Lady Mary Gusman.
CLARIDIANA, Queen of Arabia,
Lady Anne Sandi.
FELISBRAVO, Young King of Persia,
Lady Frances Tavara.
PRINCE CLARIDORO,
Lady Mary Cutinio.
PRINCE FLORANTEO,
La. Margaret Tavara.
The CAPTIVE PRINCE,
Lady Izabella Gusman.
The GENERAL
La. Margaret Zapata.
ROSELINDA, Lady attending Zelidaura,
Lady Izabella Velasco.
FLORINDA, attending Claridiana,
Lady Mary Salier, of the Privy-Chamber.
First GYANT,
Lady Lucy Prada, of the Privy-Chamber.
Second GYANT,
Lady Frances Quiros, of the same.
RIFALORO, the Drole,
La. Katherine Quiros.

Querer por solo Querer: To Love only to Love.

THE FIRST ACT.

Drums and Trumpets, and enter at one end of the Stage the Generall with a Truncheon in his hand, and Soldiers with Banners; before him Captives, and amongst them one of better appearance than the rest: At the other, Felisbravo habited after the Persian manner, with a Royal Train; and let the General approach him, laying the truncheon at his feet; and the General is to wear a lawrel Crown, which he takes off when he comes at the King.
General.
VNconquer'd Sir.
Felis.
Rise wise and valiant General.
Gen.
Give me thy Feet, these Plants shall be my Lawrels.
Felis.
Gen'ral, into my Arms, into my Heart:
To pay good Services is Kings best part:
Relate thy Victory.
Gen.
Dread Soveraign, Mine
The Sweat was, but the Victory was thine.
With full two hundred Ships of monstrous burthen
(Cramm'd with Land Souldiers too) the Foe usurp'd
Thy narrow Seas, and hover'd o're these Lands
As o're a certain Prey, on which he look'd
[Page 2]As the sole Obstacle betwixt his high
Hopes, and the UNIVERSAL MONARCHY.
Thou (to receive this Storm where e're it falls)
Stay'st must'ring on the Shore thy fearless Bands;
In head whereof, thou Marchest bravely Mounted
In silver Arms; writ in thy Face, and Star,
THE SON OF FORTUNE BY THE GOD OF WAR:
Mean time, go I to hunt them out at Sea,
Under th' auspicious flight of thy guilt Standard
Approach'd them; Ship by Ship I visit thine
(Guiding my self a Barge's Rudder) spurr'd
On both sides with long Oares, and from each poop
Bid ours remember, in that AZURE FIELD
We are our Island's, It is the Worlds shield.
Wellcom'd on board my own with shouts, re-eccho'd
With general acclamations of the rest,
Which one by one bear up to pay my visit,
And all come sooping underneath my Lee
To fetch new courage; briskly we advance
Upon the Foe, who all this while had stood
With smiling silence on the trembling FLOOD.
His potent FLEET was cast into the form
Of a half-Moon, gaping to purse us up,
As that dire African at dismal Cannae
Did once ROMES Army led by a rash CONSUL;
Withal, to boast it self the SOVERAIGN
(Like horned Cinthia) of the curled MAIN.
My brave Vice-Admiral (a second DRACO,
Writing his laws in blood texted with flame)
Swears by the Queen of Night,
To be a perfect CRESCENT It wants light.
As the proud Bearer of the three-fork'd Thunder
And winged Lightening on her tow'ring Plumes
(On whom her Master JOVE bestow'd the Empire
O're all the feather'd People, for her service
In the fam'd rape of ruddy GANIMEDE)
[Page 3]Steer'd with her trayn, sails driving through the Clouds,
Thence stoops Plebeian Birds; so his bold Frigat
From a big Wave, on which she soar'd aloft
In clouds of smoak, flyes at the Covey intire,
Arrow of Gunpowder, Eagle of Fire.
Not Priams City crackled in more Flames,
When to the fatal Horse she op'd her Walls,
Then did those wooden Towers; nor with more fury
The Greek Host (usher'd by that Horse) did reign
In her waste streets, than I with thy whole FLEET
Sent whizzing amongst theirs (in foaming Mead)
From feather'd Squadrons Thunderbolts of Lead.
The Sea is made another Sea of Blood,
The sayling Wood, a Wood of floating Bodies.
In fine, a Victory by Sea robs thee
Of one by Land: And of this vast ARMADA
(Beneath whose weight the Main it self did shrink,
And which did threaten ev'n the Earth to sink)
The scattered fragments kiss thy princely Feet;
Ships, Captives, Banners, Streamers, Rudders, Keels,
Tall Masts, and launching Oares,
Now the torn Spoils and Trophies of these shores.
Of all thy Navy but one Ship is missing;
And thou (King of the TRIDENT, second NEPTUNE,
Lord of four Seas) hast hurld
A Bit, FEAR, ENVY, on the Sea, SUN, WORLD.
Felis.
Once more, O let me hold such virtue fast!
Gen.
What dangers courts not one, thus doubly grac'd,
His Kings Hand kiss'd, t' inspire him going out;
Return'd, his Arms, to fence him round about?
This rears your Bulwarks; for that Prince who takes
One Souldier into favour, thousands makes.
Felis.
A MONARCH'S gracious Eye, preserving State,
Makes a brave Souldier, and just Magistrate.
Gen.
Kiss all of you great FELISBRAVO's plants.
Capt.
Cross Stars!
Felis.
There's greatness in that countenance.
Capt.
[Page 4]
I'm sure there's woe.
Gen.
This slave, of a high soul,
Thy Name did conquer.
Capt.
At thy Feet I roul.
Felis.
How comes so stout and brave a Man to show
Such poorness, as to sink beneath a woe?
Capt.
It is the least I feel; who much repine
This should be thought to share one sigh that's mine.
To be thy slave an honour always is,
And now to me a seasonable bliss;
A Good, which I do owe my Ill.
Felis.
Unfold
To me thy Grief.
Cap.
'Tis easier bourn, than told:
For, though my life be thine, my grief's my own.
Felis.
Trust me with both, I have not Ruth alone,
But Remedy.
Cap.
Though 'tis to saw a sorrow
To tell't, let me thy Ear in private borrow.
Felis.
General retire the Folks.
Capt.
Take then a pain
Equally hard to speak as to contain.
Exeunt Gen. &c.
Great FELISBRAVE, new Founder of this Empire;
Phoenix, whose birth into the Throne began
Out of the dissolution of a SWAN;
Who in the compass of two years, hast liv'd
"A thousand Ages (for so much live KINGS,
"As they do Reign; Reign, as they do great things.)
TARTARIA, a famous Part of ASIA
(For now it rivals her fair Countrey, who
A Star in Heaven, is a Rose in Cyprus)
Hath for its Queen the beauteous ZELIDAURA,
Whom the most rich embroideries of Praise
Serve for her wearing upon Common days,
Those vulgar terms (with which a mortal Face
Men basely flatter to the Morns disgrace)
Those bold comparisons with new-born day
And mid-day Suns (which HEAV'NS and GARDENS lay
So splendidly to heart) are, of her Youths
Inestimable blossom, most fair Truths;
In whom perfections see nothing to mend by,
And miracles themselves something to envy:
[Page 5]To whose fresh Years, and Cheeks, the Aprils throng
For flowry license to be fair and young.
Fel.
Is she so fair?
Capt.
The least in her that's rare.
Fel.
And good?
Capt.
Yes, ten times more than she is fair.
Fel.
(Rare Wight indeed)
Aside.
Captive proceed.
Capt.
Those poor Examples, in which Poets feign
Of much Romantick Princess such profane
Impossibilities, out-done by Her,
Her sobrer Beauty joyns sweet with severe,
Majestical with humble, for a King,
Not for a Woman, made: She takes the Ring,
Guirds Steel, and Lawrel: Pond'ring on the acts
Writ of Semiramis, and manly facts
Of great Penthisilea, she becomes
Of a light flame, as, at the kindling Drums,
Achilles hid in lying Petticoat,
His choice betraying what his face did not.
A Man amongst her Counsellors she lives,
A Woman with her Ladies; Laws she gives,
And Hearts she conquers; beautiful, and wise.
Fel.
Is she so gallant?
Capt.
She doth Monarchize
With such sage valour, that the world
Fel.
Pass an.
Seeing Felisbravo disturbed he stops.
(What a rare Woman!)
Capt.
(What a curious Man!
Aside.
But, who can hear so great a Queen set forth,
And not be ravish'd with her matchless worth?)
Aside.
I, by her Fame drawn from Cicilia (where
The King my Father all those Nations fear
As far as Nile) 'mongst many, to present
My self one Trophy of her Beauty, went;
True always, always firm, always in vain:
And, when in highest tow'rings of my Flame,
In lowest stoops of humble Adoration,
Excess of Love with me was Moderation,
And wonders possible; It so befel —
Fel.
[Page 6]
'She Marry'd?
Capt.
She!
Fel.
What prou'd?
Capt.
Invincible.
Fel.
Conclude thy Story then (and let her be
In a good hour fair, and at liberty.)
Aside.
Capt.
—My Father sick'ned (Noble Felisbrave)
And, in a War where Love and Duty strave,
That which I sided with was overcome;
For, with two Ships to visit him I come,
When five of that Armada meet with me
(New-wrecking Quicksands of the cruel Sea!)
'Gainst which, receiving thousand wounds I strive,
That, for their killing me, I might forgive
Their making me a Slave; Thy Gen'ral comes
To round thy Coasts: He them again overcomes,
Chains them, conducts them, where the King may put
Upon their Bellies his tryumphant Foot.
I (Captive twice) on peevish FORTUNES Frown
Pretend not to establish a Renown:
For a Fool too may be unfortunate.
But if a King; If, by an Antidate
Of early VIRTUE, when years fifteen came
Thou wrot'st Eternal; If thou'rt like thy Fame;
If thou knowest Pity: If admitt'st of Tears,
To supple thee; Of Prayers, to storm thy Ears;
Past Ages, to incite thee; History,
To make thee glorious to Posterity:
Offers to throw himself at the Feet of Felisbravo, but he doth not permit him.
Or set me free, or kill me instantly;
If it be possible a wretch can dye.
Fel.
Rise, gallant Youth, and Courage new acquire.
Capt.
My Soul bates to be gone, proud to expire
At so brave Feet.
Fel.
(Alas, he swounds!) and mine
Two tender Passions doth partake from thine,
(Let in at several doors) Love at my Ear,
Grief at my Eye: Hoe, General!
Gen.
I am here.
Enter General.
Fel.
New matter that thy virtue may not miss,
Save me this Slave from death; and tell him this,
[Page 7]A King (that knows how to be one) commands
Thee, trust thy Life and Fortune in his hands.
Gen.
He would not let his wounds be drest.
Fel.
Ply, serve him
As thou would'st me; and all the Gods preserve him.
The General carries him out upon his shoulders, and Felisbravo remains alone.
What Circe in a moment hath purloyn'd
The wonted peace and freedom of my Mind?
What War is this, that lays soft batteries
Unto a Soul inur'd to Victories?
What heav'nly Zelidaura is this same?
What new device of Love, out of a Name
To shoot so sweet a Poison? O, then I
Less wounded Slave! Thou 'lt leave me, if thou dye,
Something t' envy in what thou dost deplore,
And in thy Story something to adore.
But, though so great a Beauty force my Love,
And to suppress it against Nature prove,
I'le be a better Prince, than Lover: Brave,
And hard, therefore my Act! Free be the Slave:
And (if he live) see Tartary; whilst I
Of Love, of Sorrow, and of Honour dye.
And let us bring in fashion, 'twixt us both,
Justice in Rivalship, in Absence Troth.
Enter General with a Picture.
Gen.
He lies all weltring in his Blood, and live
He cannot: This fair Picture he doth give
For thee to keep: And (if he dye) for Wife
Prays thee to make a conquest of the Life,
To him (he said) and all the World, but Thee,
Angelical Impossibilitie.
Fel.
Reach it: Return, and let your care be more—
(Gust yield to Reason) —then it was before.
Exit.
Tempt me not, Love: The Face I will not see,
Blind Argus, if my Ears were scall'd by thee
What second engine 'gainst my Eyes must move,
[Page 8]To burn my Heart to Cindars? I, in love!
I, pangs! I, pulings! I, to be afraid
My Faith cannot deserve, my Vows perswade!
Tears, from a Manly Face! Sighs, that shall find
Themselves no more regarded than the Wind!
Oh! Why should Love such servile things enjoyn?
But why this Pride? Does Beauty not enshrine
A Deity? Did it not GODS subdue?
Then let it tame a Man, and let me view
The lovely noble Feature, and the bright,
Of this fair Shade. Love is a less'ning flight:
When he doth vail his Plumes, it's such a thing
As when an Eagle stoops upon the Wing.
Looks upon the Picture.
This Face all Soul is, and so full of Life,
That Life and Beauty are in it at strife
Which shall be more:—What Spirits? —What Spells too?
If in a little Card a Compass shew
The Earth, and lay it out in several;
In this, a PENCIL hath Mapp'd Heav'n and all,
And Mapp'd it to the Life. —For on these Cheeks
Looks upon it again, and again.
(Where white and red divinely intermix)
Aurora's hands hang snowing Iesamines,
—Her Fingers bleeding Roses; —The MOON shines
Bright in these Tresses, where each Hair's a Ray;
—Two twinkling Stars; —Two speaking Rubies; —May
Buds; —The MORN Blushes; —At one skip the Sun
Gets up; —High NOON assoon as Day's begun!
I'l love, I'l dye (O most unhappy man!)
In love a Phoenix, and in death a Swan.
Enter General.
Gen.
The Captive (Sir) is something livelier.
Fel.
How?
What doest thou say?
Gen.
That he is better.
Fel.
(Now
Aside.
Must he needs mend?) Good News: And I would do thee
Some good for bringing it.
Gen.
Heav'n keep him to thee.
Fel.
[Page 9]
Love, I shall crush thee yet, as arrogant
As false too as thou art; As I am Man,
I may be staggered; but, as I'm a KING,
(Born for more Sov'raign Ends) thou canst not throw me.
We, should, with sprawling of our Childish Arms,
The cruel Serpents of ALCIDES strangle:
We, in the midst of all the SIRENS Charms,
Should the wise caution of ULISSES carry.
Let my desire be tam'd, and not
My Obligation be forgot;
I more provoking Envy's Sting
As virtuous, than as being a King;
The World admiring in my Pains
Sober Madness, and free Chains.
Exeunt.
Trumpets, Enter the Queen Zelidaura, her Head-dress full of Plumes, Roselinda Lady of Honour to her, Prince Claridoro, and Train, as in heat of Argument, begun in the Tyring-Room.
Zel.
My Will to me's a Law. If it appear
Prepost'rous for a Woman Arms to bear,
Let it suffice I make the Precedent.
Since there be Men effeminately bent,
We Manly Women must that wrong undo;
For you see sometimes NATURE can lie too.
Claro.
Brave ZELIDAURA, thy Heroick Mind
Who does not wonder at?
Zel.
Little inclin'd
Always to sloath, the Pride I have, I place
In a great Heart, and not in a fair Face.
If on the Borders of my Land, we have
A Novelty so manifoldly brave,
A woing Warfare, this INCHANTED QUEEN,
A Beauty the more sought the less 'tis seen,
Nor of less difficulty to the Wit
Than to the Sword, shall I not step to see't?
[Page 10]To see such Noble Action? chiefly I
Giving the frailty of my Sex the Lye?
Not, that my Courage hath so much of heat,
As to thrust Prudence wholly from her seat;
So metled I am not, as if that I
Affected it to quit deformity;
Nor yet so foolish as some Women are,
Who for that only do suspect they 're fair.
Claro.
HEAV'N, that created thee thus warlike, stole
Into a Woman's Body a Man's Soul.
But Nature's Law in vain thou do'st gainsay:
The Woman's Valour lies another way.
The Dress, the Tear, the Blush, the witching Eye,
More witching Tongue, are Beauty's Armory:
To rally, to discourse in Companies
Who's fine, who courtly, who a WIT, who wise:
And with the awing sweetness of a DAME
(As conscious of a Face, can Tigers tame)
By Tasks and circumstances to discover
Amongst the best of PRINCES the best LOVER;
(The Fruit of all those Flowers) who serves with most
Self diffidence, who with the greatest boast;
Who twists an Eye of Hope in brayds of Fear,
Who silent (made for nothing but to bear
Sweet scorn and injuries of LOVE) envyes
Unto his Tongue the Treasure of his Eyes:
Who, without vaunting shape, hath only Wit,
Nor knows to hope reward, though merit it:
Then, out of All, to make a CHOICE so rare
So lucky-wise as if thou wert not fair.
Zel.
Will men ne're leave this freak? that Beauties fate
Is neither to the wise, nor fortunate?
ENVY would have it so, She usher'd in
This vulgar Errour, or some scorn'd Mans Spleen
Or homely Womans Comfort. PRINCE, that DAME
Who lets her self be lov'd with a true Flame,
[Page 11]Considers not how ill INGRATITUDE
Will look, when she must afterwards be rude.
Should I examine if this Mans a Gull,
Or th'other Gull a LOVER? Poor, and dull!
To render him the object of my Care,
Who should be of my Scorn! Only Despair
Will I allow to Men, nor can dispence
With so much shew of hope, as diligence.
What a fond antiquated Errour? (Save me!)
I must call't Love, because a Man would have me
For his none-self: He swears he's mine alone;
Then (grosely) prays me not to be my own.
Ros.
Sounds it not merit unto thee for one
To serve thee, who is braver than the Sun?
Zel.
Would'st thou have me admire and value than
The painted Plumes of any Peacock-Man?
I've Pride enough my self. It makes me smile
(And yet I'm vext) to hear what Love the stile
And serving in a GALLANT; to new sheath
Himself each day, not let his Mistress breath,
But haunt her to the Park, or to the Bourse,
On that the vulgar call a goodly Horse;
Hat in the hand, her colours in the hat,
Then tell her with a trembling boldness — (What?)
That he's an Ass; Affect a diffidence,
Yet wear her Porch out; making diligence,
Smell rank of Hope. If Importunity
Is call'd Desert, what more absurd can be
Than for a fair one to become his prey
That hunts her down? Let Greater ASIA
Her Princes send their Valours here to prove:
I would see Fighting, and not hear of Love.
Ros.
Our Ancestresses would; but we (more wise)
The Ignis fatuus of Love despise.
Claro.
These Ceremonies which thou seek'st to bar,
From the first hallowing fundamental are
[Page 12]To Lady-hoods fair Order; for, discreet,
Secret, and stout, and gay; of a compleat
Lover, are the Ingredients: And in SPAIN
The gallant Mock-war of the Bulls, and CANE
Doth in a Courtly Valour comprehend
Both that which you, and that which I commend:
For those fierce GAMES (though Sports they called are)
Proclaim in jest what Men in earnest dare.
Zel.
Secret (quoth you!) If he must trusted be
With nothing, what's his secrecy to me?
Thou (CLARIDORO) do'st extremely erre,
If thou think'st Courtships can this Bosom stir;
Not my AFFECTION, Body, Air, and Meen;
But Soul, Deeds, Virtues, purchase my ESTEEM.
Thy brave Youth hazzard in this Enterprize:
(For Sloth in Princes is a double Vice.)
Whence, if thou conquer, thou com'st burnish'd forth
With Glory; if thou dye, what greater worth
Than to lose well a Life.
Claro.
But I keep mine,
To be spent better in some CAUSE that's thine;
Mean while, at thy adored Feet it lies:
And where can be a nobler Enterprise,
Than to o'recome thy Love's disdainful, high
And Beautiful Impossibility?
'T has more of danger in it too: For there
My Valour combats, but with Thee my Fear.
If thou dispraisest Praise, neglectest Care,
And hatest to be lov'd, why art thou fair?
Zel.
I am not fair, nay fair I will not be;
And less endure to be so call'd by thee.
If Truth, where is the favour? if a Lye,
It mends me not. What vain Civility!
(I wonder it should please some as it doth)
A great Lye 'tis, and would be a small Truth.
Claro.
Be not displeas'd that I thy Beauty praise;
'Tis a Debt which my Eye owes, and my Tongue pays:
[Page 13]Give me thy Heart then, or thou'lt dye in debt.
Zel.
If I have thine, where? Shew me my Receipt.
Claro.
'Tis well: The anger of a Mistress swells
In thee; in me a LOVER's Patience dwells.
Ros.
If all thy Servants thus thou entertain,
I look this Prince too should be bond, or slain;
For of the other nothing yet is known.
Zel.
Ay, and absence kill'd him, he hath done
The part of a Wiseman and of a Lover.
Claro.
Th' INCHANTED CASTLE doth it self discover.
Zel.
A goodly Fabrick!
Claro.
Princely!
Zel
If the Cloud
Shine so, what does the light that it does shroud?
Claro.
The two wings various workmanship seems rather
A Sphear, than Pallace; Miracle, than either.
Zel.
The uniform and equal structure vyes
Twin-Beauties so, 'tis Musick of the Eyes!
And its perfections (greater their fame)
The stile of Royal, for Divine disclaim!
Ros.
It shews 'midst so much Beauty, as delights,
A Majesty that awes, Honour that frights.
What MONSTERS muster!
Claro.
That of Creet (I think)
I am surveying, and his LABYRINT.
Zel.
Here hangs a Trumpet.
Claro.
'Tis, without all doubt,
T' advise when any strangers are without.
Zel.
Blow it, and call.
Ros.
Is it no more but so?
Madam, when thou do'st call, do'st thou not know
Thou call'st a thousand Monsters?
Zel.
Pish! We may
Be, without fears, all Ladies — Blow, I say.
One Blows the Trumpet, to which they answer from within with another, and a Gyant appears upon the Battlement.
Gy. 1.
Th'Advent'rer, who?
Ros.
(Dire shape.)
Zel.
'Twere not amiss
To learn before what the ADVENTURE is.
Gy. 1.
You would not use your hands then, but your feet.
Zel.
With civil Gyant shall one never meet?
Claro.
He knows not thee.
Zel.
How many have pretence
To Valour, only by their Insolence!
Ros.
[Page 14]
Excuse them, Madam, the Books make them so.
Gy. 1.
Approaching Knights themselves in Armour show.
Ros.
Again? I fear me here will be a fray.
Zel.
A Troop of Horse? My GENIUS feasts to day.
Ros.
Madam, we are not safe.
Zel.
Mask'd in this dress
Here will I stand to witness the success.
Ros.
But, Madam, why hast thou not made a new
INCHANTED CASTLE for thy Beauty too?
Zel.
Because that Beauty hath a stronger fence
Which is immur'd with its own innocence.
Sound Trumpets.
Ros.
All's War.
Zel.
Thy Fortune in th'Adventure try.
Claro.
Ah! how much more's th' Inchantment of that Eye.
Exeunt.
Enter Felisbravo, the General, and Rifaloro in the Spanish Habit, or how they will, out of the Persian, as in Iourney towards Tartaria, Felis­bravo replying to their disswasions from it.
Fel.
This is Love (start not at the word) 't will blind
Soonest the clearest sight, and (read) you 'l find
Great Lover, and Great Prince, went ever joyn'd.
It is a Spirit, an immortal Guest,
The prop'rest Passion of a Kingly brest,
As higher by the head than all the rest.
If Bounteous, prudent, constant, valiant,
Secret, and affable, and vigilant,
Are Royal Stiles; and Love is all these things:
See, if good Lovers will not make good Kings.
"'Tis a dull Wisdom not to love, a curst
"Imperfect Virtue; and it is at worst
[Page 15]"A Manly fault high Beauty to adore.
'Tis fit my youth [divinely bent] explore,
Not sweet variety to please my taste,
But (to contemplate on) a Phoenix chast:
Whom having found, out of the vulgar path,
My Soul (then wholly taken up with Faith)
Shall shut out hope; For this pure Spirit that grasps
In its immenseness whatsoever Heav'n clasps,
And Earth, contains yet but one Will; which one
Should be so brave, and firmly mov'd upon
Her centre, as to love eternally
In a Life's moment: So without a Why,
As if all Beauty it were death to covet,
Or (saving only to love it) to love it,
As if, ev'n to deserve, were to encroach,
And the least spark of favour, Faith's reproach.
Then, rackt with passion, to confess i'th' end
A flame, which only pardon shall pretend,
"Who (loving much) himself hath little sought,
"If fault it be, hath done a civil fault.
"Nor added to (in his more noble fire)
"The sin of Love the crime of a desire:
"Forcing his Mistress with too close pursuit
"To kick him off with an enraged foot.
"Importun'd pity causes just disdain:
Whilst self-denyers may enjoy their pain.
Rif.
There's no such Lyar as your Lover is:
Not one of them but says, not one does, this.
Would'st thou have humane Love without desire?
No, all below is culinary fire,
Talk what they will.
Fel.
The Captive dy'd, and me
This ZELIDAURA'S Beauty calls, to see
If fame have not been lavish in her Praise;
And, following the bright Lanthorn of her Raies,
(Pretending to that God a Pilgrimage
Whom superstitious Greeks adore in Delos)
[Page 16]I quit my Kingdom (a poor Complement)
For I would quit as many, in her quest,
As Spain possesses, or old Rome possest.
But, if I greater than a Kingdom be,
(Since where I am, I am not without me)
What do I quit?
Gen.
Although there is no Law
Which can a Countrey, and a People awe
Like their KING'S Eye; thou leav'st at the stern two
Great Statesmen, whose least praise, is that they bridle
Envy's black Muzzel; who, of themselves good,
Surpass themselves in goodness; since we see
They are the better ev'n for fear of thee.
Fel.
Their Zeal and prudent Courage prop my Throne:
Yet I too am not absent, though from home
For Princes care is over all that's theirs:
Nor can good Kings have evil Counsellors.
A King should be all Eye and Ear; he shou'd
Be learned, to be wise; wise, to be good.
Rif.
I quake: This Prince was born to rule the World.
O the transcendent baseness of a pack
Of Hounds, of us, who (with what we call Loyalty)
Not follow, but ev'n hunt so sweet a King,
And worry him! For those, whom I have known
To boast most faith, and pure devotion,
Have never been concern'd how Riches Stream
Ebb'd with our Master, so it flow'd with them.
Gen.
In RIFALORO (for thy Recreation)
Thou hast a Mirth without scurrility,
An understanding wrap'd in Raylery.
In him is found a sober Madness, sport
Without abuse; all very new in COURT.
A Man so honest, that he will (I know)
Speak always truth to thee.
Rif.
He will not though.
Nor lye, nor truth, shall from my mouth proceed,
(Good my Lord General, there's no such need)
[Page 17]Not lye, because to lye, is a disgrace;
Not truth, for it belongs not to my place.
My gay and frolick humour shall dispence,
Not lyes (I scorn't) not truths (they give offence.)
I, Truths? I'm not a Fool to that degree,
'T would count'nance lyes, to have truths told by me.
Gen.
Such then about all Majesty should come,
As will tell Truths, and whom Truths will become.
Sound a Trumpet within.
Fel.
What's that?
Rif.
A Trumpet here?
Fel.
I'm ravish'd! this
To noble Ears the sweetest Musick is.
Amongst these Trees a stately Pile I spy,
Fair butt of the Desire, bound of the Eye.
Gen.
Is 't not the Sphear of that Illustrious QUEEN?
Thy Heart's strong Load-stone, drawing it unseen?
Fel.
We are not got so far as Tartary:
For yet we tread the Happy Araby.
Gen.
Draw neerer let us.
Fel.
Rather let us balk
Vain Curiosities: For, when I walk
Another way then towards my North Pole,
I am complain'd upon by my own soul.
Gen.
See, various Works, and strange Inscriptions under,
Where Novelties lay to arrest our wonder.
Fel.
It says here:
Reads upon the [...].
I am a Bondage, or I am a Prize:
I Marry with the Valiant, and the Wise:
Valiant or Wise, alone, will not suffice.
— And it says here:
Beauty is deny'd a voice,
In making for it self a choice:
'Cause Reason would not trust a Bliss
I' a thing so prone to chuse amiss.
[Page 18]The words are plain: But why they are writ here
I cannot reach.
Rif.
I can.
Gen.
Then, prethee, say.
Rif.
To make wise fools of all that pass this way.
Fel.
Let's call.
Rif.
Here hangs a Trumpet: Must we call?
Gen.
Blow't, Rifaloro, do.
Fel.
If here I shall
Be held, but for one instant, my Love mourns:
For a true Lover's Heart sits upon Thorns.
They call as before, and a Trumpet answers from within, and another different Gyant comes up, who puts off his Hat.
Rif.
They come.
Gy. 2.
Your pleasure, Knight? Draw near.
Rif.
What's that?
'Fig for your Courtship! Prodigal of Hat;
Thou sleep'st in sheets, drink'st thy Sherbet with Snow,
And wait'st on Ladies (doubtless) to a Show:
A Gyant A-la mode
Gy. 2.
What is your Worships pleasure?
Rif.
Worships too?
Mountain of Bone, if thou canst tell us, do,
What is embraced by this Castle's Dyke?
Say, prodigy; to humane creature like.
Gy. 2.
The fair Claridiana, who gives Laws
To all this Countrey: For so strange a cause,
And in so strange a way, Inchanted here,
As (if you are at leisure) you shall hear.
The first Gyant comes up very angry, and the second sneaks away.
Gen.
Say on.
Gy. 1.
Peace, Busy; get you whence you came.
Gy. 2.
I go.
Rif.
He seems a GYANT, is a LAMB.
Gy. 1.
Who is't would be inform'd?
Rif.
A Squire.
Gy. 1.
A Squire?
Squires are no piece of History: Retire.
Rif.
O Rogue! as long as this year and the last!
Vizard of Valour!
Gy. 1.
Squire? It makes me —
Rif.
Nay, I deserve no better: Was I drunk,
To raise that scandal on my self? Thou, Trunk;
Thou, Pomontory; thou, deluge of flesh;
Some Errant Knight with a white face shall thresh
[Page 19]Thee out (I vow) and not one whole Bone leave thee,
With glittering Morglay: For the gentle slit
Over the Nose would never Gyant fit.
Gy. 1.
Out, Worm!
Gen.
Great Porter (Gyant is no more)
Answer.
Gy. 1.
(Th'art troublesome) Upon what score?
Wert thou a Knight, I would; but with this Mace
I'l come, and purge you All out of the place.
Fel.
Must I hear this, and purse up the disgrace?
Rude, saucy, arrogant.
Gy. 1.
('Twere good, in troth,
If Gyants should take notice of such froth.)
Exit.
Fel.
Knock, knock a thousand times, for I am—
Rif.
(What, Orlando Furioso?)
Fel.
A new HERCULES
To break in fitters these enchanted Gates.
But, what's Claridiana unto ME?
Whether the wonder of the Earth she be,
Or Envy of the Heav'n? Away, away;
My Soul crys shame on me for this delay.
Gen.
Sir, though Love spur you, and your heart say no,
Sleep, rest, repose a little; since you go
So tyr'd: Do more for Nations (whose Lives sheath
Themselves in yours) than for one Picture; Breath:
Enjoy this cool cessation of the Sun,
The gentle April's greenest Mansion.
Rif.
This flowry Wood (so well describ'd) enjoy;
Thy love goes too, if thou thy life destroy.
Gen.
Sit by this silver-fed, and murmuring
Rif.
Means he by that a COURTIER? or a Spring?
Gen.
I go to see the Palfreys, do not move
From the King, Rifaloro.
Rif.
Of this Grove
Exit General.
I am the sleepy Burgess.—Sleep'st not thou?
Fel.
Ill custom this of sleeping; a dull badge
Of humane frailty: Thief of love and life.
Rif.
Has the world such a pastime, as dear Sleep?
[Page 20]O folly of transcendent gust! to wink,
And for some certain time of nothing think;
But, if I were a King, I'd never lay
My lids together, to reign night and day.
Fel.
If sleep invade me strongly, That may sever
My life some minutes from me, my love never.
But 'tis impossible to sleep (we know)
Extended on the Rack: If that be so,
Takes out the Picture.
[...] Larum, come thou forth: Eloquent Mute,
For whom high Heav'n and Earth commence a Suit:
Of Angel-woman, fair Hermaphrodite!
The Moon's extinguisher! the Moon-days night!
How could so small a Sphear hold so much day?
O sleep! now, now, thou conquer'st me— But stay:
That part thou conquer'st, I'l not own for mine.
Tempest I seek, not calm: If the days thine,
Thou quell'st my body, my Love still is whole:
I give thee all of that which is not Soul.
And, since in Lodgings from the Street Love lies,
Do thou (and spare not) quarter in my Eyes
A while; I harb'ring so unwelcome Guest
(As Men obey thy Brother Death's arrest)
Not as a Lover, but a MORTAL —
He falls a sleep with the Picture in his hand.
Rif.
He's faln a sleep; so soon? What frailty is?
More like a Husband, then a Lover, this.
If Lovers take such sleeps, what shall I take,
Whom pangs of Love, nor Honour's Trumpets, wake?
Rifaloro falls asleep.
[Page 21] Enter Zelidaura like a Huntress, with a Bow and Quiver.
Zel.
Solitude, of Friends the best,
And the best [...]:
Mother of Truths, and brought at least
Every day to bed of one:
In this flow'ry Mansion
I contemplate how the Rose
Stands upon thorns, how quickly goes
The dismaying Iesamine:
Only the [...], which is divine,
No decay of Beauty knows.
The world is beauty's Mirrour; Flow'rs,
In their first virgin-purity
Flat'rers both of the Nose and Eye,
To be cropt by Paramours
Is their best of Destiny.
And those nice darlings of the Land,
Which seem'd Heav'ns painted bow to scorn,
And bloom'd the envy of the morn,
Are the gay trophy of a hand:
We, that are Queens, in stile and power.
Serve but to take up a Man's Game,
Into his hands to put the same,
Who may neglect us the next hour.
"She on whom greatness Heav'n doth showre,
"If she the Main is, or the By,
The means of knowing is debarr'd;
Therefore my CROWN I would discard,
Because it lets me not descry
Whether my FORTUNE'S lov'd, or I▪
[Page 22]I am not foul, nor very proud,
Yet, out of measure jealous grown,
Least Suitors (who my Pallace croud)
Are come a woing to my Throne.
But, as in vain, with rueful tone
The am'rous Birds in flow'ry Vales
Tell the fair Morn a thousand Tales;
In vain do me these Lovers haunt:
Little Twat'lers, ignorant
Importuning Nightingales.
With shooting I'll divert me —
Rifaloro talks in his sleep, at which Zelidaura startles, and, turning, spies Felisbravo.
Rif.
(Rare sops!)
Zel.
I hear a Man — A Knight there lies,
Who, in a Picture (eyes) the vaunted spoil
Of some Court Beauty (whom he will beguile)
Holds in his hand the Idol of his eyes.
She draws nearer him.
He sleeps; she loves him, by this light:
For Men, if handled with disdain,
Cannot sleep (they're in such pain;)
But if once they're lov'd, good night.
SLEEP, and LOVE, are two blind Gods
That have always liv'd at odds.
Therefore th' Man that sleep is taking
Little cares for him who's waking.
Lullaby'd in FAVOURS lap,
No wonder this should take a nap.
—Bless me! She loves him past all bound,
His sleep could not be else so sound.
He, her for ends, I lay my life;
Those compast, his flame dyes.
Sure, he consider'd her his WIFE,
For she hath clos'd his Eyes.
O that her self had napping catch'd
Her Knight! that she might weep
To see the much, for him sh' has watch'd,
Rewarded with a sleep.
That she with rage might understand,
In Men, that Truth most prize,
How soon a favour in their hand
Is less'ning in their eyes.
She draws yet nearer.
LOVER (because ungrateful's worse,
I say not foolish Lover)
Thou shouldst have put it in a purse,
The disesteem to cover.
I'l take it from him: Let him wake
As rightly serv'd, as inly madded,
Fond Ship-wreck of a Bliss to make,
Which he despis'd because he had it.
Takes the Picture from him.
Lady, thou art reveng'd by me;
Without thee let him 'bide,
Who, being in thy company,
Could take himself aside:
Whom favour made to face about:
Who neither loves thee, nor did keep—
Looks upon the Picture.
But, what is this! without all doubt
I dream, if he 's asleep.
[Page 24]I feel a hidden hand distil
A poyson flow into my will.
My Organs in their places stand?
Tis I (unhappy Beauty!)
I, limn'd? And in a Poltroons hand
That sleeps upon his duty?
Where's the due reverence to my state?
(Heavens!) What is this face become?
I, pocketted? And by a Mate
That uses me for Opium?
The Root of Womans Pedegree
Makes me fear my self his Bride;
Because my self I taken see
(Whil'st he sleepeth) from his side.
I should love him by ONE Token,
That his sleeps are so unbroken;
But he wrongs me (I'm sure) by two,
Pictur'd, and neglected too.
To know who 'tis, more fear in me
Then Curiosity doth move:
For little is his Quality;
If 'tis not greater than his Love.
Another fault I cannot find:
A sweeter Man my Eyes ne're saw!
Here were a LOVER, if his Mind
One by his Face and Shape could draw.
If I have cost thee Love, (a pain
Thou hast so rare an Art to hide)
Thee I conjure, for my disdain
Sufficiently be qualified.
She hears the footing of some-body.
(People approach.) Mask'd with my fear
In this same place again I'll be,
To know news of him — (Love, hold there)
I was about to say — Of me.
Exit.
Enter Claridoro calling after her.
Claro.
Hear (fair one) thou a Man hast slain,
Yet fly not for it;
For, besides that 'tis in vain,
'T will make the fact more horrid:
In vain: for (Flow'rs up-growing
Where thou art going)
O ZELIDAURA, see
Each ROSE accuses and confesses Thee!
Through this dark Wood I shoot,
Where thy scorns lead,
And (Pencil of the Mead)
Thy Milky Foot
A Miracle doth show,
That the red Flowers should spring from the white Snow.
If thou'rt enraged to find
My Murdress, I declare,
My silence doth prepare
To pacifie thy Mind.
But (HEAVENS!) How is that possible,
Since when I tell my fear, my Love I tell?
Felisbravo wakes, and begins to speak to the Picture.
Fel.
Can, Can it be that I have slept?
Then let my sin my pennance be,
For all that while I have been kept
(Companion for a God) from thee.
Misses the Picture.
Hah! The Picture? I had rather
My self were lost, (O heav'nly Father!)
He whom to wake that could not make,
Let him sleep, and never wake.
In my Coffin I should blush
Though I now dy'd of Grief and Love.
One Life would for offending thus
But slender expiation prove.
If I dye, my grief dies too,
If I would kill grief and all,
Death hath something else to doe
Than to come when Wretches call.
If I dye in fine, in vain
Will a demi-cure be wrought:
Death, that takes away my pain,
Cannot take away my fault.
Live then, I, and live my GRIEF;
Wander my surviving Ghost
(Stripped of her Solace chief)
Round about this treasure lost.
Let my Soul a stranger be
To what e're of comfort tasts;
And my Body dying see,
Whilst long-lived sorrow lasts.
Ill on me is well bestow'd,
I have deserv'd so cross a fate,
Whose misfortune most is show'd
In that I once was fortunate.
Claro.
What does he prole about for here?
Fel.
'Tis stoln from me (my Anger grow—)
This Man hath stoln it — Cavalier,
I'm one the WORLD (I'd have you know)
Hath bourn so great, that (though in jest)
I cannot any wrong digest;
And (by none else to be dismay'd)
Of my own name I am afraid.
Never did I, my whole Life long,
With RAUNTS (you understand)
Give to a Braggadocia Tongue
The office of the Hand.
Therefore, in courteous sort I pray,
Deliver the Sun back.
Claro.
What means the Man?
Fel.
My Soul I say,
Which I too long do lack.
Claro.
Is he not mad?
Fel.
Think not to put me off,
By putting strangeness on; with it, in one
Pencil, restore a thousand rays, a thousand
Suns in one Picture.
Claro.
Yet, I cannot reach him.
Fel.
Restore it, or (I vow to JOVE) th' art dead.
Claro.
I neither know your meaning, neither fear
Nor esteem you: For let me tell you—
Rifaloro wakes, and gets upon his feet in a grant fright.
Rif.
What clattering 's this?
Fel.
Not understand me? little
Know'st thou whom thou offend'st.
Claro.
Thou know'st me little.
Rifaloro draws and puts himself on the side of Claridoro.
Rif.
Do, tame that Colt.
Fel.
Thou do'st misken me doubtless.
Rif.
No, no, but to help one (a Medicine try'd)
Clap a hot Coward to the other side.
Fel.
No fooling, my chaf'd fury shall consume him:
Once I have sworn.
Claro.
And, if my honest word
Thou wilt not take, I pawn thee here my Sword.
They fight, when suddenly let there be a noise within, many Inven­tions are shot off, and all that may move horrour and admiration. Trumpets and Drums loftily.
[Page 28]But what is this!
Fel.
What horrour! 'less Heav'n falls,
Th' Inchantment is dissolving: or these Walls.
The same.
The noise continues, sound Trumpets with much harmony and clash of War. Enter the General, and let a Draw-bridge fall from aloft, parting Felisbravo and Claridoro, and within let there appear a stair-case, by which the Prince Floranteo is to descend richly clad, and with him the Gyants, and let many horrible shapes be seen: And enter Zelidaura like a Shepherdess, and with her Roselinda in the same habit.
Ros.
The Adventure is try'd doubtless by some Knight.
Zel.
Hide me (rough Bark) while I enjoy this sight.
But he that comes to try it, is the same
That wore my Picture. O, fair Knighthoods shame!
One Woman pictur'd, and another sought?
That thou a Traytor art, is thy own fault:
But, wert thou an ungrateful one, 'twere mine.
Let all the stair-case be coverd with Arms, and Appurtenances of War, and the covering and floor covered therewith, and let there fally out of the mouth of a Serpent a black Gyant armed with a Club, and spitting fire.
Gen.
The matter, Rifaloro?
Rif.
Do thou divine,
I cannot now the while, I do fear so;
Fear with me, and hereafter we shall know.
Floranteo puts himself between the two Adventures.
Flo.
Generous KNIGHTS, ambitious of the honour
To interweave LAUREL with OAK, and twist
MARS with APOLLO. From this dazling wonder,
From this fair Prodigie, from this (now) truth,
But a Romance to succeeding Ages,
This general Loadstone, BABEL that threats HEAV'N,
A great ill Neighbour with fantastick Towers
Your coming hath proceeded.
Hear what it promises, what it contains,
To what it binds, what it observes, what teaches:
[Page 29] Laeomedon (the Glory of these Provinces
Wise, learned, valiant,) in ARABIA was
The last of all her Kings, whose Magick Voice,
Which silenc'd Circe's and Medea's Charms
(Bridle of Sea and Winds) gave the Stars Laws.
A Daughter had he (Natures Master-piece)
Who might boast verify'd in her perfections
All that base FLAT'RY LYES, so without Art
Handsome, that her unaided Beauty chides
The lyes and dims the truths of Rose and Snow,
Her (crown'd with Roses and pale Iesamines
A MAIDEN QUEEN) twelve flow'ry SPRINGS being there
Out flourish'd by her Beauty, the sole Heir
Of her Sires REALM and FAME, and that so sole,
That she stands fair for sole Executrix
To the ARABIAN PHOENIX —
He (judging Beauty fit to be an EMPRESSE,
But an ELECTRESSE not, as having given
So frequent cause of sorrow and disgrace
To the unhappy Boasters of a face)
To all the NOBLES of this Land presents
And in her hearing uses this plain Language,
One foot now in the grave. Love and Ambition
Will from the spatious Universe hereafter
Draw many Suitors to my Crown and Daughter:
I will not that endanger'd by the SYREN
Of cruel Flattery (which sings in Rocks
T' intrap the wariest Ears) a false supplant,
Or soft heart counsel her, Misfortune dark'ning
The splendour of her Beauty; and, instead
Of chusing a WISE Husband and a VALIANT
(Her Eye, perhaps, swaying her to a fair one)
A COWARD or a FOOL govern ARABIA.
This said (and seconded with a dire SPEL)
The cleft Earth trembles, utt'ring to the Air
This glitt'ring EDIFICE; In which incloyst'ring
[Page 30]His fair INHERITRIX (with double wards
Of task on task secur'd) He one INCHANTMENT
Locks in another, leaving (to the end
Great Souls may try th' Adventure) much for VALOUR
To cut, as much for WISDOM to untye;
To have ARABIA so (Her Queen the Prize)
Defended by the STOUT, Rul'd by the WISE.
For (to oblige his Realm) he did ordain
These two (which make one PERFECT PRINCE) should Reign.
Then on, Young-men, A Beauty and a Crown
He gains that wins, the loser gains Renown.
Fel.
He who doth seek this Realm, this Beauty wish,
Let him these dangers conquer, court this Bliss:
Not he, who doth adore a greater LIGHT,
And mourns its absence in a longsome night.
Zel.
One worn? One sought? A third lov'd? (facil Man!)
Fel.
Nor think inamour him that Scepters can,
Whose Mistress is all Dowry, who reproves
The Common truck of Mercenary Loves
By his more noble thoughts, and doth disclaim
All guerdon but the glory of his Flame.
Claro.
The same say I, and that I too adore
A greater Mistress, fortify'd with more
Impossibilities than Heav'n hath Lights.
Flo.
I must propose a Question: Are ye Knights?
Fel.
I am.
Claro.
And I.
Flo.
Then tell them (BROCADAN)
The LAW observed here by every Man.
Gy. 1.
The LAW is this; That whatsoever KNIGHT
Presumes t'approach this famous CASTLES sight
Shall, if th' ADVENTVRE he shall then eschue,
Confess himself a FOOL and COWARD too,
Else We, the GYANTS, and WILD BEASTS that wait
On our Commands, are bound to fight him straight.
Flo.
And Whoso tries it, and shall fail, that he
Remain behind t' expound the Mysterie.
[Page 31]My Case: Who had the Heart t' attempt the thing,
But not the fortune to succeed therein.
Fel.
Such baseness do these barbarous Laws obtrude
On KNIGHTS, twice Valiant by their Oath and Blood?
I'll end th' Adventure, that another's Eyes
(More fair) may have a Rival to despise.
Claro.
Vyes he the Game? then I will see't,
Whose LAWRELS here I vow,
For strewings to another's Feet,
Not garlands of my Brow.
Trumpets and Drums softly.
Flo.
Let the Trumpets give the sign
Let the second Draw bridge fall,
And to the proof of WIT divine
Both enter, for that first doth call.
The Draw-bridge falls down like a Percullis, and let Rocks full of horrour appear, and in them many dreadful Animals spitting fire.
This Labyrinth decides the thing,
Which he will shew he understands,
Who by the one door entering,
Comes forth by that which right against it stands
Fel.
Have at the Castle then.
Claro.
The same I say,
This day I am immortalliz'd.
Fel.
This day
Imp I new feathers in the Wings of FAME
With which to Heav'n she shall advance my Name.
Zel.
Clear Spirits both; and, if one's WIT burn dim,
I, in my Picture's right shall blush for him.
But, if he twice prove VICTOR, he must Marry
Th' Arabian Queen— It cuts two ways—
Rif.
They tarry
Exceeding long (me thinks) my little bit
What if try'd of Prowess, and of Wit?
'Tis but to thrid a Maze, and t' other thing
Of being Valiant, and I am a KING.
Gy. 1.
[Page 32]
Said not I, Squires are only to look on
In acts of CHIVALRY? Presto: Be gone.
Rif.
St. Belianis! a Snake stung my toe.
Zel.
IN COURT THERE'S NOT A WORM BUT STINGS YOU KNOW.
Rifaloro either flyes back, or is swallowed into the mouth of one of the Monsters, or a Gyant snatches him, and the Gyant goes out in wrath.
Sound Trumpets.
Within.
[VICTORIA! VICTORIA!]
Zel.
Who has won
The Prize of Wisdom? —
Claridoro enters at the contrary door.
Claro.
CLARIDORO.
Flo.
Son
Of PALLAS, shadow with that Tree thy Head,
Which ciphers hope, and yet of scorns 'twas bred.
He proffers Claridoro a Crown of Lawrel, and he refuses it.
Claro.
No Conquest this, since for an unseen face,
And ZELIDAURA is not in the case.
Enter Felisbravo very angry at the same door by which he went it.
Fel.
I lost the Prize of Wit (the stuff that lines
A gallant Man) fond Errour! which defines
It WIT, a misty LABYRINTH to hit,
More savouring of Memory than WIT,
Whose lofty Plumes to higher things aspire,
And fetch from Heaven the Promethean Fire.
Quite contrary, a Memory was never
A friend to Wit, but its discredit ever.
Zel.
The Man wants BRAINS, and well he may, that gives
His Mind to sleeping so, and idlely lives.
[Page 33] Trumpets and Drums softly:
Flo.
Again, Young man. Those Monsters which did bear
Thy Wit respect, make now thy Valour fear.
Claridoro draws and charges, and the Monsters spit fire.
Claro.
All their grim horrour does but whet my Blade.
Have at you dogs.
Zel.
How bold he does invade!
Flo.
How bravely he attacks!
Claro.
But I aspire
Impossibles; for though my Soul's on fire,
Though it scorn all that's Monster, kick at danger,
My strength is not immortal like my anger.
O, Devils! Devils!
Claridoro retires, and Felisbravo assaults the shut Gates, and they open in two parts, and the Gyants appear to stop his passage.
Fel.
This day it will be seen, if Heav'n think fit,
Valour shall recompence the the want of WIT.
I come, pale Monsters: Coward Beasts, 'Tis I:
In my HAND Thunder, Light'ning in my EYE.
The Serpents spit fire, and go retiring and sinking down, and let the Gyants come with their Clubs, and let there be much tumult and demonstration of war and danger.
Gen.
This can my valour suffer! to forsake
My King's brave side! INCHAUNTMENT I would make
My way thorough thee, and his displeasure too,
But that I know his Sword can more subdue.
Zel.
They run, they run, with steel, and terrour strook:
Trumpets and Drums.
His arm may play, he kills them with his look.
Let the Gyants and Wild Beasts fly sinking down.
Fel.
Fantastick dangers! Conquests of light Air!
Give me fresh Foes, for I have deaths to spare.
Within.
Floranteo Crowns him with Lawrel.
[Victoria! Victoria!]
Flo.
To thy Brow
This Lawrel MARS presents, there to root, grow,
[Page 34]And multiply. Th' Inchantment 'twixt you twain
Is now dissolv'd; In her it doth remain
To chuse: And (see!) her Godhead doth unshrowd,
Like Phoebus breaking glorious through a Cloud.
Corners.
Let the Castle come down, with much Musick, and let doors fall open with Chrystal Casements, and much splendour, that it may be admi­rable to behold, and sitting in a Throne the Queen Claridiana with a Garland of Flowers upon her head.
What a rare Beauty!
Claro.
May she WIT abhor.
Zel.
Grant, Love, she may not like a Man of War.
Let Claridiana come forth of the Inchantment.
Cla.
Arrogant KNIGHTS, who (foolish and presumptuous)
Before you have been SUITORS, would be HUSBANDS,
One of you two ye look now I should chuse.
How fond and vain an Errour! since there be
Yet greater charms to overcome in Me.
'Twere more than time the disinchanted Queen
Thank'd both your Loves for taking down her skreen,
Could me by CONQUEST any Mortal claim,
Or by his Wit (as people win a Game)
I'd burn my self alive first. But, is't Wit
The windings of a Labyrinth to hit?
To overcome two Serpents, a pretence
To be the Son of Mars? To speak a Prince
Valiant to cut and slash, doth not suffice,
Nor to resolve a RIDDLE stiles him wise.
Speaks to the Company.
To be a King (wise-valiant) of these twain
Which Battels wan? which Rul'd a Land with BRAIN?
If my free choice my unjust Father rest,
Why was my WILL, why was my REASON left?
I, by Inchantments over-rul'd to be?
Not for two Thrones. My Body, but not Me,
[Page 35]He did inchant— Prepost'rous! to bring one
For us to see, when all's agreed upon?
That our imposed Masters we must go
First to obey, and afterwards to know?
I ask not the sole making of my choice:
But why am I deny'd my Negative voice?
This Victory to me worse THRALDOM is,
If it oblige me to be his, or his.
But it shall not, I'll love my self alone;
Not of the WISE nor VALIANT, but mine OWN.
Flo.
Madam, a Queen might well chuse either;
But of the two
Cla.
This Queen likes neither.
I, for a Husband, the Discreet would have;
But, for a KING, one both Discreet, and BRAVE.
One I'll not injure, nor to two belong:
Wise and stout you see are twain:
Then (till they be friends again)
If I refuse both, I do neither wrong.
Zel.
How resolute, and how discreet!
Envy couches at her feet.
Fel.
How can be so wise, and fair,
One that is not ZELIDAURE?
Claro.
O, how worthy my applause!
Though my LOVE another cause.
Zel.
I find I'm not in love, since I
Nor Envy feel, nor Iealousie.
Cla.
First plead the Cause, and try by dint of words
If Brain or Valour most adorns a King;
Those proving vain, then come t' appeal to Swords,
And let those tongues of steel decide the Thing:
He who the Bays of both these Duels gains,
May wear CLARIDIANA for his pains.
Fel.
(How little I that Glory prize!)
Aside.
Claro.
(How much do I that bliss despise!)
Aside.
Fel.
[Page 36]
Where we left off, remember Knight,
And the proud wrong which thou hast done.
They lay hands upon their Swords.
Claro.
Thy Insolence doth me incite
To end the Quarrel we begun.
Zel.
A Man who with my Picture came
To combat for another Dame!
I'm vext, but jealous not a whit.
Trumpets softly.
Hah! have we more Inchantments yet?
They begin to fight, and let there be a noise like the first, and let them be all divided, as if they saw not one another.
Claro.
The Earth is hid with terrours dire.
Fel.
Heaven lets down sheets of fire.
Gen.
What obscurity!
Claro.
What sadness!
Fel.
What horrour!
Zel.
What affright!
Cla.
What gladness!
Ros.
What fear!
Cla.
Let twice my Liberty
VICTORIA! VICTORIA cry.
Let them all disappear, the Draw-bridge be closed, the Percullis drawn up, and the whole vansh in a trice.
The End of the first Act.

At the End of the first Act, the Lady Mary Cutinio, and the Lady Frances Tavara, came forth and Danced with swords (in form of a chain) The Gallery of Love.

Then the following Song, between the first and second Act.
I.
WHere TAGUS, Crown'd with plumes of Woods,
(Now master of the field)
Makes to his Chrystal Yoak the Floods
Of proud HARAMA yield.
II.
BELIZA (Shepherdess on Earth
The best that e're sway'd hook)
The day of her Phileno's birth
Did like an Angel look.
III.
And a new Quire of NIMPHS appears
To celebrate in Verse
(At least if Gods do count their years)
His happy Anniverse.
CHORUS.
And in this Novelty,
With brave variety,
We all joyn as one;
For the better adorning
In the Western Levant the fair years of a Sun,
Which make all but one Morning.
IV.
Now festive, and Majestical
Have lost, on Tagus's shore,
The fear of being match'd at all,
The hope of being more.
V.
After so much of Greatness shown;
And an applause not under,
Nothing will ever dare to own
The title of a Wonder.
VI.
For that BELIZA's Name (the stuff
Of everlasting story)
Alone is Festival enough,
And hath to spare of Glory.
CHORUS
And in this Novelty,
With sweet variety,
We all joyn as one;
For the better adorning
In a Western Levant the fair years of a Sun,
Which make all but one Morning.

The Persons of the second Act, are the same with those of the first, adding,

CUPID
The Lady Isabella Gusman.
A GENTLEMAN
The same Lady Isabella.
A SERVANT of Prince CLARIDORO
The Lady Mary Salier.
A CITIZEN
The Lady Lucy Prada.

Querer por solo Querer: To Love only to Love.

THE SECOND ACT.

After the foregoing Song, loud Musick, and let Claridiana descend alone, by a pair of stairs on the right hand, and let it be quite another Scene.
Cla.
IN what a War, Father unjust,
Hast thou plung'd me? for what cause
Didst thou confine my choice to Laws
So Heterogeneal to my gust?
What satisfaction to thy dust
Can it be, I so should wed?
Who put that fancy in thine head?
That I should not be capabel
To chuse for my own self, as well,
As thou for me, after thou'rt dead?
O (in thy own opinion) wise!
How have thy spectacles discern'd,
That there, where I am most concern'd,
I must be cozen'd by mine Eyes?
Admit, they should their choice revise,
And rue too late with sad reflection
Their Errour in their undeception:
Were it not better owe that Ill
To the deception of my will,
Than to the wilfulness of thy deception?
If to Inchantments thou confide
My happiness, thou may'st with much
More ground, what I shall chuse for such,
Trust to my Spirit and my PRIDE:
If a Star's trusted to provide
A Match for me, though that see far,
'Tis fair, and therefore like to erre
In Happiness, and (with thy leave)
As to Love matters (I conceive)
A Woman knows more than a Star.
If it be noted a thing rare,
For Beauty fortunate to prove,
Yet I may fortunately love;
For what have I to do with Fair?
But Beauty now will quite despair
That ever Bliss to her should come,
When (cruel Father!) by thy doom
I, who have none, condemn'd must be,
Dead to my self, to live to thee:
Like a Watch-candle in a Tomb,
Is it decreed I must admit
Perforce of Love? what madness, this?
Serves Beauty only to hand bliss
T' another, that usurpeth it?
Virtue, Education, Wit,
To be noble, to be fair,
To be ev'ry thing that's rare,
Let not these for ever be
Woman's infelicitie,
Let not these for ever scare.
My years in HYMEN'S slavish bands!
The freedom of my Soul reduc'd
To live after another's Gust!
I, moulded in another's hands!
At an imperious Man's Commands!
It must not be: Let Men divine
With similies; Let them in fine
Date Beauty by a flow'r that blows:
(How everlasting in a Rose!
How trivial in a Iesamine!)
Fright Fools with this, That Youth 's a blaze:
That, which my Envy doth engage,
Is the Prerogative of AGE;
Which from a higher ground survays
The Labyrinth of humane ways,
And, undeceiv'd by Time, doth know
That all's deception here below;
And whether calm, or storm appears,
Is laid up in the Bay of Years,
And lets it shine, and lets it blow.
No ancient Fester, no new Sore,
Makes Age wish CUPIDS Bow were burst,
For TIME by this hath cur'd the first;
And high time 'tis, to have no more,
Love's golden Field being now all hoar.
Free I was born, and remain free;
Mine own I am, If I will be
Another's, 'tis my fault; with whom
For me unhappy to become,
Can never happen without me.
Liberty, my noble Will:
For these Ills, so well forecast,
How bitter will they be to taste,
When, imagin'd but, they kill?
Indeed the Fates have us'd me ill:
I ask them not Revenge, nor Pelf,
But quiet, and to 'scape a shelf.
This sure can be no great offence;
'Tis begging in my own defence
To pray I may but save my self.
Enter Floranteo.
Flo.
This now is LOVE'S last Will, and last shall be,
Which (thankful to the hand that gave me death)
Shall leave my Murtheress a Legacie,
And sigh her Blessings with my dying breath:
And these shall be not the first tears, which, still'd
Out of the Bosom's principaller part,
Shall have the Fate of Wealth profusely spill'd,
Which seldom meets with any grateful heart:
And this shall be a Love so obstinate,
That, for all Love it shall a pattern grow,
To live in spight of Time, or Change, or Hate,
Yet there's one comfort amidst all this woe,
That, for a wretch his way to death to grope,
There needs in fine, nor Remedy, nor Hope.
To Her.
Upon the License giv'n by thee
This glorious Pil [...] to come and see,
Hundreds do flock, to view the Place,
But thousands to behold thy Face;
Whom, though these Knights did disinchant,
Th' Adventure is not finisht ye,
Because that WISE, and VALIANT,
Have not in one subject met:
So, in the SWORD again it lies,
By DUEL to decide the Prize.
Cla.
I weigh not my dead Sires command,
Where his Will his Law I find;
No King that ever Rul'd a Land,
Could stretch his Empire to the mind,
I wonder in my heart, that he
(With all his Wisedom) could not see,
The Husband he did fore-decree,
Would not so well examin'd be
By an Inchantment, as by Me:
Nor so authentick in Love-matters
An Old Man's judgement, as his Daughters.
This is a Lott'ry, I profess,
Not giving him the happiness
Who hath most worth but best success.
And may not I acquainted be
With who they are?
Flo.
It may suffice
To know, they're both of Knights degree,
And that thy Sire was very wise.
Cla.
I have a better way to know
Who's Valiantest, and Wisest.
Flo.
How?
Cla.
He shall be the Valiantest
Who my scorns best suffer can —
Flo.
Good.
Cla.
And him that loves me best
I shall count the wisest Man.
But sadly, I do live in fear;
For, though I would not fair appear,
And, though in truth I am not fair,
Haunted I am, like those that are:
And here, among these rustling leaves,
With which the wanton Wind doth play,
Inspir'd by it, my Sense perceives
This snowy Iesamine (whisp'ring) say;
How much more frolick, white, and fair,
In her green-lattice she doth stand,
T' enjoy the free and cooler Air,
Than in the prison of a hand,
Flo.
Madam, Thou might'st be pleas'd to read
Other Lessons in this Mead;
All whose Flowers (as from the Spring)
Take from thee their life and being.
See, this JESAMINE; which doth owe
To thy HAND fingers of Snow,
To its soveraign whiteness, how
All his silver Banners bow!
See, that sanguine Gilly-flow'r
(Spicy, big with pearly showre)
Which a new AURORA dips
In the scarlet of thy Lips!
See, the LILLY'S so pure white,
It might be margent to the Light!
Such a white Foyl to those black EYES
Is that smooth Forehead's christal Rise.
See, a quire of Nightingales;
Bidding thee a thousand Hales;
Twice taken for their MORNING bright,
By the Flowers; and by the Light!
For in those clear Eyes, Ray for Ray,
The SUN'S translated, and made better,
And, flow'r for flow'r, in those Cheeks MAY
Copied in a FAIRER LETTER.
But, least in limning Thee my Art
Should play th' unskilful PAINTERS part,
Let this Christal RIVER pass
For thy liquid Looking-glass.
See thy self there! but, if thine Eye
Too long on that sweet Centre dwell—
Cla.
This Man (I fear me) by and by
Will drop into NARCISSUS WELL.
Since now I came, where I am Witness to
The WORLDS Ambitions, I have no content.
Flo.
Not, that your self you disinchanted view.
Cla.
Thou nam'st the thing which I do most resent.
[Page 48]Till then, I liv'd in jollity,
On others dangers looking down,
From the serene Tranquility
Which my Soul truly term'd her own:
For, plac'd above what MAN calls Bliss,
And (into her self retir'd)
By a heavenly Ecstasis
Ravish'd, elevated, fir'd;
She saw the multitude of Woes,
A fair one on her self bestowes,
When 'tis her Riches, and her Pride,
To see her LOVERS multiply'd.
Who, ev'n to qualifie disdains
(For, not disdaining, BEAUTY's dull)
Must be content to take the pains
To be reputed Beautiful.
And, if with beautiful disdain
To let Men fall, it be her stile;
Ev'n by Refusals this they ' [...]l gain,
That she hath thought of them the while.
I look'd, if underneath the Cope
Were one that lov'd, and did not hope;
But from his Nobler Soul remove
That modern Heresie in Love:
When, hearing a shrill voyce, I turn,
And (loe!) a sweet-tongu'd Nightingal
(Tender adorer of the Morn)
In him I found that one and all:
For that same faithful Bird, and true,
(Sweet and kind, and constant Lover)
Wond'rous Passion did discover
From the terrace of an Eugh.
And, though ungrateful she, appear'd
Unmov'd with all she saw and heard;
Ev'ry day, before 'twas day,
More and kinder things he'd say.
Courteous, and never to be lost,
Return'd not with complaints, but praise;
Loving, and all at his own cost,
Suff'ring, and without hope of Ease:
For, with a sad and trembling throat,
He breaths into her breast this Note,
I love thee not, to make thee mine;
But love thee, 'cause thy Form's Divine.
Here now was candour! Here Faith strove!
How rul'd a pain! how full of duty!
Not his own happiness to love;
But to love anothers Beauty!
Where (O how base!) the Man, whose flame
Soars highest, if he spy no Game,
AURORA'S self (so fresh so gay)
Shall see him late a second day▪:
And I was scandaliz'd at Love
(If, since the thing did hence remove,
The name remains) to find one can
Believe a Nightingale, and not a MAN.
Flo.
[Page 50]
Believe 't (when he does love) a MAN
Loves more than BRUITS or do, or can:
His tow'ring Passion scorns to vale
T' a silly short-wing'd NIGHTINGALE.
The Nightingale loves nothing else
But the presence of his Dame;
Love (like Faith) in this excels,
That see, or not, it is the same.
The MORNING hears his Roundelaies,
Which though she do not thank him for;
A Dame, that listens to her praise,
May be presum'd not to abhor.
The diff'rence then is very great:
For, where there is most diffidence,
A Cause that can a hearing get
Will pick an Eye of Hope from thence.
But Oh! the space (Madam) the space
Betwixt his passion, and relief,
Who suffers, and restrains his Grief,
Nor open'd to the JUDGE his Case.
For once I will discover mine,
Not to perswade thee to incline
The least, but only let thee see
What silence thou hast ow'd to me.
O, how it sweeten would my pain,
Could my CAUSE hope but to be cast
Out, after formal sentence past,
In the fair Court of thy Disdain!
For, though I have a Patience
Which needs not this experiment,
Yet I would owe experience
It self to being a Patient.
Cla.
Henceforth thou shalt not to my face
Tell me I would not hear thy CASE;
Nor me with thy dumb Passion twit,
For thou hast disinvelop'd it.
Him, who his silence for respect
Obtrudes upon my estimation,
For punishment I will direct
To speak in nothing, nor no fashion.
For, if he persevere not mute,
I'll tell him, and I'll (smiling) do 't,
What time his pain hath speechless been,
'T was 'cause (being small) he bit it in.
Which if he now could do no more,
But LOVE brake ope his prison dore;
Though with dark-keeping he was mad,
He 's tame, since he began to gad.
I make no diff'rence 'twixt a wrong,
And telling me thou do'st despair;
LOVE haulks at hope, when in a Tongue
He walks abroad to take the Air.
If nourish hope thou ought'st not, Thou
Do'st thy self wrong, as well as me,
Confiscating by speaking now
The merit of thy Secrecie.
He, that of honour understands,
Pain'd, hath his cure in his own hands:
The glory of concealing it,
The smart of suff'ring it doth quit,
And (FLORANTEO) for the Truth
Of thy Affection, I should doubt it,
But that one thing confirm me doth,
That I desire to be without it.
Flo.
My Errour did not think to be
So much beholding unto Thee:
And faintly hop'd, from thine own mouth
The undeceiving of my Youth.
I, better than I look'd for, fare;
Though I presum'd to entertain
Some thought, that to compleat despair
I might be help'd by thy disdain.
Be not so prodigal of scorns,
On me thy Rigours do not wast;
With such a deluge of good turns
I may grow insolent at last.
And I to thee would owe no more,
Meaning to dye to pay this shot,
And set thee something on my score
Cla.
I hear thee, and I hear thee not.
Flo.
My death will bring some good to thee
In ridding thee of me.
Cla.
I doubt it:
Thy death will bring no good to me,
For I'll be rid of thee without it.
Offers to go away.
Flo.
[Page 53]
Into the Garden comes a Knight.
Cla.
Withdraw, that I may see, unseen,
Whether, or no, he doth acquit
The promise of his Princely Meen.
Exit Florant [...]o.
Cla.
No Man was born to be my Husband, no Man
Deserves a Love. For as, when this Man's scorn'd,
His everlasting whining deafs a Woman;
So that grows sawcy, if his Love 's return'd.
The best unjustly blames the worst of Fate,
Is it unjust to give to all their due?
He is a Man; enough to merit Hate:
He loves me; that's unpardonable too.
Nor let fair Virgins murmur at their chance
Of being entit'led to ill luck. O dull,
Though frequently repeated, Ignorance!
Is 't no good luck then to be beautiful?
For if to make us happy, Men were able;
What needed more to make us miserable?
Enter Felisbravo.
Fel.
A second ARGO, fraighted
With Fear and Avarice,
Between the Sea and Skies
Hath penetrated
To the new World, unworn
With the red footsteps of the snowy Morn;
Thirsty of Mines,
She comes rich back, and the curl'd Rampire past
Of watry Mountains, cast
Up by the winds,
Ungrateful shelf near home
Gives her usurped Gold a silver Tomb.
A devout PILGRIM, who
To forreign Temple bare
Good pattern, fervent prayre,
Spurr'd by a pious Vow,
Meas'ring so large a space
That Earth lack'd Regions for his Plants to trace;
Joyful returns, though poor,
And, just by his aboad,
Falling into a Road
Which Laws did ill secure,
Sees plunder'd by a Thief,
(O happier Man than I!) for 'tis his Life.
Conspicuous grows a TREE,
Which (Wanton) did appear
First fondling of the Year
With smiling Braverie,
And in his blooming pride
The lower house of Flowers did deride:
When his silk Robes, and fair,
(His Youth's imbellishing
The Crownet of a Spring,
Narcissus of the Air)
Rough Boreas doth confound,
And with his Trophies strews the scorned ground:
Trusted to redious hope
So many months the CORN,
Which now begins to turn
Into a golden Crop;
The lusty Grapes, which (plump)
Are the last farewell of the Summers pomp;
(How spatious spreads the VINE!
Nurs'd up with how much care!
She lives, she thrives, grows fair!
'Bout her lov'd Elm doth twine)
Comes a cold Cloud, and lays
In one, the Fabrick of so many days:
A silver RIVER SMALL
In sweet Accents
His Musick vents
(The warbling Virginal
To which the merry Birds do sing,
Timed with stops of gold the chrystal string)
He steals by a green Wood
With fugitive feet
(Gay, jolly, sweet)
Comes me a troubled Flood,
And scarcely one sand stays
To be a witness of his golden days.
The SHIP'S up weigh'd;
The PILGRIM made a Saint;
Next Spring recrowns the PLANT;
Winds raise the CORN was laid;
The Vine is prun'd;
The Rivulet new tun'd;
But in the Ill I have,
I'm left alive only to dig my Grave.
Lost BEAUTY, I will dye
But I will thee recover,
And that I dye not instantly
Shews me more perfect LOVER:
[Page 56]For (my Soul gone before)
I live not now to live, but to deplore.
Cla.
(This is he that was more stout.)
Aside.
Fel.
In these blind Paths I go,
To hunt my Foe;
Whom having once found out,
His Blood shall purge the soyl
Of a short nap, and an immortal spoyl.
Cla.
(Well (believe 't) the Man's no Fool,
Nor a boist'rous Sword-man solie:
For Wisdom (taught in Sorrow's School)
Is the Child of Melancholy.)
Aside.
Fel.
Am I a Prince? or am I vile?
Am I a refined LOVER?
Am I stout? yet all this while
Not the PICTURE to recover?
Cla.
(Heav'n be juster then that he
Have a Picture had of me!)
Aside.
Fel.
Fairest Madam, well 'tis seen
I was ignorant indeed,
That durst wrong so bright a Queen—
Cla.
(Wrong'd he me in word or deed?)
Aside.
Fel.
Yet wise enough I am to know
Losing my painted Mistress,
The unpainted one will after go—
Cla.
(Else she her self a STATUE is.)
Aside.
Fel.
A Voice!
Cla.
He has me in his Ear,
Therefore will I my self unshroud,
And try his Wit too— Knight.
Fel.
Who's there?
Claridiana shews her self.
What Heav'n! what Sun breaks through a Cloud!
Cla.
[Page 57]
Though my presence All admit,
Thy presumption wants much Wit,
If, before the ENTERPRIZE
Be wholly finish'd, thou suppose
To pry into the Mysteries
Which these inchanted Walls inclose.
To tame two Dragons you account
Is one Woman to subdue;
But, upon an Audit, true,
It will not to so much amount.
LOVERS are HEROICAL
When they sigh, and when they weep,
When before our Feet they fall,
When they stand in studies deep.
MANHOOD I despise not (This,
And justly, all the WORLD approve)
But show, what kind of Manhood 'tis
Which conquers in the Wars of LOVE:
And, the great odds if Thou regard
Betwixt MY SELF and this dire Spell,
To vanquish It Thou found'st it hard;
But Me it is impossibel.
Aside.
Fel.
RESPECT may to this Dame be shown,
Though MISTRESSE I another call:
For, though the Heart can lodge but one,
CIVILITY hath Room for all.
To Her aloud.
CLARIDIANA (Theam of FAME)
I am a Man would blush my Flame
Should own an Object, but the most
Accomplisht one the WORLD can boast.
And know my Spirit is so high,
That at less Game it scorns to flye
Then where the greatest difficulties lye.
This, which my lucky SWORD hath lately reapt,
Was not the Victory I did design;
Whose Valour for a SHIELD is kept
To bear the brunt of scorns divine.
Over strong Spells to be victorious,
Guilds (I must confess) a name,
But, to submit unto a DAME,
This to me seems much more glorious.
For there, my valour takes my part,
My strength, and my good Sword, befriend me:
But in this War I have no heart,
No steel Brest-plate can defend me.
If, first the Foe's invincible,
And I betray'd by my own fear;
T' o'recome how is it possible
Where arms against my self I bear?
In the glorying of my Love
I abide no Competition,
Nor in the cause whence it doth move,
Nor of the pain in the fruition;
Yet, so great Love my grief exceeds,
And this grief likewise owns a chief:
For a lost Lady my Heart bleeds,
But 't will not break, and that 's my grief.
[Page 59] Aside.
Cla.
Equally witty, and discreet;
He covers, but not hides his Flame;
Holds his Game so, that I may see 't,
Yet I'll not seem to see his Game.
To him.
With what end lov'st thou?
Fel.
With what end?
My Love is the perpetual moving;
No end in loving I pretend,
No end will ever make of loving.
Love is of Love the only scope:
Love scorneth to be mercenary:
You find not such a word as Hope
In all the Lovers Dictionary.
Nay, LOVE alone doth scandal me:
For the silent'st and most wise,
From sights, from peeping is not free
Out at the casements of the EYES.
See, 'twill now and now 'twill hear;
And the least of joy it gits,
Whether at the Eye, or Ear,
Puts it clean beside the wits.
First know, I have a Misteriss;
Then, that to her true Faith I bear:
And, where Faith once through kindled is,
Superfluous are the SENSES there.
Cla.
[Page 60]
Hop'st thou nothing?
Fel.
Nothing I.
Either hope, or yet desire.
Yes I do, to live and dye
In this elemental fire.
She, in her self, is proof 'gainst all:
Then, for me to aim at her,
Were to add a Brazen Wall;
So successless is my Star.
Nor so alone in things of Love;
But my Life over and above,
Because on her it doth depend,
I have no power to make it end.
And (the full Case to understand)
My Life and Death, because in fine
Love hath put them in her hand,
Both are therefore out of mine.
Aside.
Cla.
From the mark I shot not wide,
When him of folly I did quit:
For the sharp SWORD that arms his side
Hath much to envy in his WIT.
'Tis not against Majesty
His discretion to approve;
Nor, if his good parts I spy,
Must it presently be love.
His goodly shape, his flowing meen,
His talk, and what his valour wrought,
May claim attention from a QUEEN,
Yet ne're sink deeper in her thought.
A leaning (KNIGHT) I do confess—
Enter Zelidaura and Roselinda in the habit of She­pherdesses, their Faces muffled with silver Scarfs.
Zel.
In this Countrey-tone and dress
Disguised rudely, safe we are.
Ros.
Man-like bent to feats of War
Of a Woman's left in thee
Only Curiositie.
What boots it thee to understand
Who a Man is?
Zel.
What doth't boot?
When I my picture found in 's hand,
And now may opportunely do't?
To Felisbravo.
Cla.
Lies your happiness in this,
To overcome the other Knight?
Fel.
Madam, all my life and bliss.
Cla.
In the name of MARS then, fight —
Aside.
Who grant (say I) thou maist subdue!
Zelidaura spies them together
Zel.
Bless me! who is this I see?
(Is it? — 'Tis not—) Ah! 'tis HE:
With CLARIDIANA too:
O Sigh! base brat, not of the Royal Mind,
With which I'm lin'd,
But of this Clown's false cover
I have drawn over.
What matters it? — Much, the contempt— In Love
The least misprission doth High Treason prove.
[Page 62] This hath a tang of Iealousie.
I, disorder'd? Plaintiff, I ?
Should any thing the Heav'ns beneath,
Make me a mean complaint to breath!
I, resentments! I, in wroth!
I, concern'd in breach of Troth!
I? who, to make fond LOVE depart,
Hung padlocks on my Eyes, and Heart.
Though in this war, I feel beginning,
I doubt not in the end of winning
The victory; one moments wasting
This way, I pay with blushes everlasting.
CLARIDORO scorn'd, and curb'd,
Not for neglect, but too much Love?
Am I asleep to one I have disturb'd?
Doth one, that sleeps at me, my Larum prove?
Odd figaries hath this CUPID;
Strangely kill'd, and strangely born;
If kindness make him dull and stupid,
And if that he be rows'd with scorn.
But what have I to do with LOVE,
And the frailer WOMAN'S LAW?
Cla.
Women are there in this grove?
Then 'tis time that I withdraw.
Aside.
Fel.
'Twas for manners I forbore
To take leave of her before.
Ah! ZELIDAURA, (Mistress fair)
No joy is, but where you are.
[Page 63] Aside.
Cla.
Of Valour thou maist justly boast,
That conquer'st wheresoe're thou go'st.
Claridiana goes away by degrees casting looks back at him.
Zel.
So is split in twain a RIVER,
And the streams (bound sev'ral ways)
In a kind of am'rous maze
Back at one another gaze:
As this melting Couple sever.
Cla.
Inclination, not so fast:
For from me one gracious look,
Speaks more in that diminutive book,
Then other Women in a VOLUME vast.
From me then (LOVE) enough is wrung:
For where HONOUR tyes the tongue,
She, who doth a Suppliant hear,
Makes him answer with her Ear.
To Him.
Knight, to overcome endeavour.
Fel.
Lady, I shall do't, or dye.
Aside.
Cla.
Disinchanted, more than ever
Re-inchanted now, am I.
Exit Claridiana.
Zel.
Just there, where I did point thee, stay:
But come, if any bend this way.
Ros.
Alone you'll be, if I am gone,
Zel.
By my self, is not alone,
Ros.
[Page 64]
True: The Man doth still remain.
Zel.
Then, I am alone again.
Exit Roselind
I'll see, whether his wit keep pace
With his valour, garb, and face.
Fel.
What a spanking LABRADORA!
Zel.
Yow (th'unkent Knight) Godyegudmora!
Fel.
(The Time of day thou dost mistake)
Zel.
—And joy
Fel.
Of what?
Zel.
That I discover,
By a sure sign, yow are awake.
Fel.
Awake? — the sign?
Zel.
Yowr being a Lover.
Fel.
In love am I?
Zel.
And very deep.
Fel.
Deep in love? how is that seen?
Zel.
Perfectly: yow do not sleep.
Fel.
Rustick Excellence, unskreen,
And discover that sweet face,
Which covers so much Wit and Grace.
Zel.
Yow but dreamt so: sleep agin,
And forget it.
Fel.
Why now (Saint?)
Zel.
Why? the LADY, that went in,
Lukes, as if that she did paint.
Fel.
What has that to do with sleeping?
She is, indeed, Angelica [...]
Zel.
That Picture now's well worth yowr keeping:
For why? 'tis an ORIGINAL.
Fel.
Is this Shepherdess a Witch?
Or saw the sleeping Treason, which
I committed against LOVE,
Erst, in the INCHANTED GROVE?
[Page 65] Me, hast thou ever seen, before?
Zel.
Seen? I, and know thee, for a Man
That will turn him, and sleep more
Than a dozen Dunces can.
Thow kenst little, what Sighs mean!
Fel.
Unveil (by JOVE) that Face serene.
Zel.
What, to make thee sleep agene?
Fel.
Still, in Riddles!
Zel.
Now, he sees:
This pinching wakes him by degrees.
Fel.
Art thou a Nymph.
Zel.
Of PARNASS-GREEN.
Fel.
Sleep I, indeed? or am I mad?
Zel.
None serve thee, but th' INCHAWNTED QUEEN?
I think what dull conceipts y' have had,
Of the Bird PHOENIX, which no Eye
E're saw, an odoriferous Lye.
How, of her Beauties spells, she's told;
That by her spirit thow art hawnted;
And, having slept away the old,
With this new Mistress worse inchawnted.
Fel.
I affect not, Shepherdess,
My self in such fine terms t' express;
Suffizeth me, an humble strain:
Too little happy, to be vain!
Vnveil —
Zel.
Sir Gallant, not so fast.
He offers at her Scarf.
Fel.
See thee I will.
Zel.
See me yow shall:
But, towch not Fruit, yow mun not tast.
What says it, now the leaf doth fall.
Vnmuffles her self.
Fel.
[Page 66]
It says, 'tis worthy to comprize
The KERNEL of so rare a Wit:
Nor, that it grows in PARADICE,
But Paradice doth grow in it!
The tall and slender TRUNK no less divine,
Though in a lowly Shepherdesse's RINE!
Aside.
This should be that so famous Queen,
For unquell'd Valour, and disdain.
In these INCHANTED WOODS is seen
Nothing but Illusions vain!
Zel.
What stares the Man at?
Fel.
I compare
A Picture, I once mine did call,
With the divine Original.
Zel.
Fall'n asleep again yow are▪
We, poor humane Sepherd-lasses,
Nor are pictur'd, nor use Glasses.
"Who skip their rank doe 'mselves, and Betters wrong:
"T' our Dames (God bless them) such queint things belong.
Here, a tiny Brook alone,
Which, freng'd with borrowed Flowers (he has
Gold and Siller enough on 's own)
Is HEAVENS proper Looking-glass,
Copies us; and I [...] reflections
Shewing natural perfections,
Free from soothing, free from Errour;
Are our Pencil, are our Mirrour,
Fel.
[Page 67]
Art thou a Shepherdess?
Zel.
And bore
On a Mountain called, There —
Fel.
Wear'st thou ever heretofore
LADY'S Cloaths?
Zel.
I LADY'S Gear?
Yes (what a treach'rous Powl have I!)
In a COUNTREY-COMEDY
I once enacted a main part
(Still I have it half by heart)
The famous HISTORY it was
Of an ARABIAN — (let me see)
No, of a Queen of TARTAREE:
Who all her Sex did far surpass
In Beauty, Wit, and Chivalree:
Who, with invincible disdain,
Would fool, when she was in the vain,
Princes, with all their Wits about them;
But, and they slept, to death she'd flout them:
And, by the Mass, with such a Meen
My Majesty did play the Queen:
Our Curate had my Picture made
In the same Robes in which I Play'd.
Fel.
And what's thy name?
Zel.
LAURA, forsooth.
Fel.
O pleasant Play, and bitter truth!
That I, who dreamt of ZELIDAURA,
Should wake, should wake, and find her LAURA!
[Page 68] Aside.
O beauteous Counterfeit of Majesty!
NATURE, what made thee make so fair a Lye?
Where is that crowned Beauty now become?
That Lyon's Courage, kindling at a Drum?
Those manly Deeds? Those Papps, which Armour prest?
ACHILLES once more in a Kercher drest?
SEMIRAMIS 'is Mode, who not with Box,
But Teeth of LAURLEL, comb'd her golden Locks?
Where, my heroick and dear Flame, which sprung
From Painters Pencil, and a Captives Tongue?
Consum'd to ashes of a Rustick Love,
Rude Goddess of these Rocks, and this wild Grove?
Is't come to this? I then absolve thee, sleep;
And blame my high thoughts, that so low could creep.
To TARTARY will I, But I am mad
If I do love that Queen, unless she add.
This Beauty to those Virtues; and shall rave
If both this Body, and that Soul, she have.
Aside.
Zel.
What stands he mutt'ring to himself? May be
He likes me not. If he fought after me
Under the notion of a QUEEN, I'd have
Him find me a mean Shepherdess: I save
My Honour so. The Traitor shall not think
He (ZELIDAURA in his hand) could wink,
Hence Women learn, for all your LOVERS brags,
Men are no friends to Beauty cloath'd in Rags.
If Beauty strike LOVE'S Fire, why should it, less,
Than in a QUEEN, plac'd in a SHEPHERDESS?
Nor does; but (when it seems the World to set
On fire) where dowry wants, the tinder 's wet▪
[Page 69] To Him.
Mought I entreat yowr Worships Name,
And the bus'ness yow have here?
Fel.
Squire of a forreign Prince I am,
Who to this glorious Theatre
Zel.
Not a Master? By my troth
My own tongues end it was upon:
A mischief take thee, by thy sloth
I thought thou wert a Zerving-mon.
Fel.
No more that string.
Zel.
He goes conceal'd▪
Aside.
A Knight he is I'm certain; At
Th' Inchanted Castle I saw that;
And, by his garb too, 'tis reveal'd.
To Him.
Follows he (saidst thou) this Emprize?
Fel.
In love, upon the score of Fame,
With the most accomplisht DAME
That ever murther'd Man with Eyes,
And the Worlds greatest Queen; to this
Inchantment came he, where an envious Thief
(The Coward Rival of his Bliss)
Found means to rob him of his chief
Delight, and Glory, in that thing
From which his most Heroick thoughts did spring.
Zel.
O Usage, courser than my Coat, and more
Then I could bear, were I as Lambkin meek!
That one, who ZELIDAURA wore,
Should CLARIDANA seek!
[Page 70]'Tis to apostatize from Reason,
To think more of him. Treason! Treason!
To enter my Benevolence,
At the back-gate of an Offence!
Enter Roselinda.
Ros.
CLARIDORO comes— he's here:
Muffle thee quickly.
Zel.
What disgust?
Fel.
One, to be born a Mountaneer,
That ows such Beauty? how unjust! —
Who is 't?
Zel.
A Man, of whom I stand
In awe a little.
Fel.
(O, that hand! —)
Rural Goddess, keep'st thou Sheep?
Zel.
Yes, and my self I better keep.
Enter Claridoro.
Claro.
I'd love without reward, and cannot do 't,
To love, is Love's Reward; I would endure
For her, what not? and that such joy to boot
That in my smart I play the EPICURE.
I pray 'gainst Life, and with the self same breath
Unpray that Pray'r, lest it the GODS should hear
'Tis to be out of pain; I then fly death,
And Valour councels me what others fear.
If I do live, my wound may seem but slight;
And if I dye, LOVES TROPHY I remove:
To live, 's to pine; to dye, 's to lose her sight;
My two supporters then, are Grief and Love:
For where Grief's Dropsie, and Love's Feaver strive,
Though either kill, both often keep alive.
[Page 71] To Felisbravo.
Zel.
In fine, aspir'st thou to be glorious
By conqu'ring thy Competitor?
Fel.
'Tis that my Love contendeth for.
Aside.
Zel.
O, Maist thou never prove victorious!
But do: for mine own self, I conquer will,
And whom thou conquer'st then, it doth not skill.
Claridoro turns and sees them.
Claro.
What's this? what see I there? Is 't not
ZELIDAURE, who (meanly clad)
Hath her own Majesty forgot,
And affronts my Love too bad?
What jealous thoughts surprize me? I do fear
She (bent to Arms) affects the Valianter:
But he was not so; if to dare things high
Be Valour, who was valianter than I?
I, who her first of Alms am yet to gain,
Of her facility shall I complain?
Was not enough for me my own distress,
But I must dye of others happiness?
My Soul contending with so many Foes,
I would not have it sink with Envy's blows.
"More gen'rous wounds were made for nobler Hearts,
"and in base blood are steep'd pale ENVY'S darts.
Thus, jealous I should be, and know not how.
ENVY I could, but ENVY disallow:
Then must I bear it? must I? let me think —
'Twere monst'rous tameness to look on, and wink.
Nor LOVE, nor HONOUR, such a Scene approve:
I'll chide then, mixt yet with respect and Love.
[Page 72] To Her.
Ho! Shepherdess, is this well done
To mind thy Recreation
In Gar [...], whilst another way
Thy flock doth on the mountain stray?
Although he [...]d-shepherd thou have not,
Yet nothing is by gadding got.
Perdie, to see thee in this plain,
Grypes many a sprunt and jolly Swain.
Back to the field, and Brooks return,
And Pastures graz'd in heretoforn,
Nor mell with any others sheep,
Sith thou a flock of mine do'st keep.
To Him.
Nor Thee, th' ambition of whose fire
Doth (soaring) to a QUEEN aspire.
Beseems it stoop from so high place,
A Rustick Shepherdess to chase.
Zel.
How courteously the cares that do him press
He hath cut out, and measur'd by my dress.
Fel.
In rustick phrase his jealousie
Of her he vents, and pike at me.
Then I suspected not in vain
He stole the Picture; in the face
(When he espy'd it) reading plain
The features of this RURAL GRACE.
Undoubtedly she is his own —
To Claridoro.
You will not now, Sir, face me down,
[Page 73]But that, when I bad watch did keep
(Surpriz'd, e're by the foe, by sleep)
Thy treach'rous Envy came an stole
(Not more out of my hand than soul)
A Jewel which I then call'd mine,
Though much despise it since 'tis thine,
Yet must and will I have it back,
Not that I It esteem, or lack;
For, the whole gust I take therein,
Is now, to take 't from thee agin.
Claro.
I think thou art not yet awake,
But I shall rowse thee — Do'st thou stare?
Zel.
A truer word yow never spake:
He sleeps with spread Eyen like a Hare.
Fel.
Traitor I'll be reveng'd —
Claro.
Rude Man!
Aside.
Zel.
Must I step in to part you than?
If I do rear it, on my word,
This hook shall be a two-hand-sword —
This she must say Majesticaly like a Queen, witho [...] Felisbravo's perceiving it.
Hold both, or I —
To Felisbravo.
Claro.
Though not thy Quarrel, mine I understand —
Zel.
Hold, CLARIDORO: It is I command —
To Claridoro.
Fel.
In fine, do'st thou deny it still? —
To Zelidaura.
Claro.
I obey thy unjust will.
Enter Claridiana and Floranteo, with Attendants.
Cla.
ZELIDAURA was 't you said,
Like to a Shepherdess array'd —
Turns and sees them quarrelling.
Swords drawn i'th' Garden? who are we?
Flo.
Why Gentlemen, it cannot be,
[Page 74]Whilst yet th' Inchantment is not brought
T'an end, in COURT a Duel fought
Unlicenc'd? when with licence too
Ye may the same thing shortly doe?
To Felisbravo.
To Claridoro.
Cla.
I come —
Fel.
Or do but stand me there
Zel.
I'm rent with doubt.
Cla.
I dye with fear.
To both.
Flo
Provide ye Arms, and fight it out —
Zel.
(O how fiery!
Cla.
O how stout!)
Claro.
I never provide any thing —
Within me I of all am stor'd —
Fel.
And I both a sharp stomach bring,
And a long knife to fall abord.
Fight again.
Zel.
How implacable!
Cla.
How cruel
They do a fresh in Battail join!
Zel.
May neither conquer in this Duel.
Cla.
Yes, one! and then the Conquest's mine.
Zel.
In either Valour doth abound.
Cla.
Discretion is in neither found.
To Claridoro.
Zel.
With thee how little I perswade?
Cla.
Our Guard!
Of Monarchs that last Reason will be heard.
She stamps, and sallying out, the Guard parts them.
Claro.
Madam, if now you stop our rage —
Fel.
The promis'd Combat
Cla.
Take our gage —
Throws her Glove to Felisbravo.
Exeunt Claridoro, and Felisbravo at se­veral doors, and Claridiana turns to Floranteo.
[Page 75] To Floranteo.
Would'st thou have me believe a Queen, whose name
In Tryumph sits over the wings of fame,
Lurks now disguis'd in ARABIE?
Flo.
If her such manly virtue decks,
That she's the wonder of her Sex,
Were't not another wonder, she
(Greedy of Knowledge, as of Arms)
Should leave unseen these fights, and charms,
Thy Realm too being so neer his own?
Cla.
Withdraw I'll talk with her alone.
Exit Floranteo.
Ros.
CLARIDIANA this way doth make
To speak with thee—
Zel.
Two short words take—
Your Count'nance hold, what e're you hear;
Stop your mouth, and ope your ear.
Cla.
Hola! sprightly Shepherdess.
Zel.
What commands thy Ladyness?
Cla.
Discover, by thy life, that face.
Zel.
Now by the facks) this of your GRACE
Needs no comfort, nor no foyl,
For Skies and Meads it doth revile.
Or see (if thow mun needs have one
To set it off) you cloudless Sun!
Then for thy Beauty (challenging
Of Heav'n the witness principal)
O're me a Gloria to sing,
Would prove a conquest very small.
Cla.
Art thou fowl?
Zel.
But envious not,
And so civil (markst Thow that?)
That to acknowledge I'm not squeemish
Her to be fair, who hath no blemish,
Nor, where it is, will hit a Blot.
Cla.
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Whom loves an ugly woman best?
Zel.
An uglier woman— Was 't well guest?
Cla.
Thou, a Shepherdess? Prompt Lass,
What is thy Bus'ness in this Place?
Zel.
Marry (no Treason 'tis I ween)
To zee the fair INCHAWNTED QUEEN,
And the brave dundring of Alarms:
For, from my very Nurses arms,
According to our Country word,
I lov'd the slish-slash of a Sword.
Cla.
Loe, half thy Errand! I am she:
And therefore, give consent that we
Our Eye too with the sight may bless
Of so divine a SHEPHERDESSE.
Zel.
Highness, mock on: — Behold the Wight!
Takes off her silver Scarf▪
Cla.
O Golden Morn of Silver Night!
What modest confidence! quick Air!
What Spirit! what excess of fair!
What queint, and more than courtly dress!
What exquisite neglecedness
Of those curling billowy Locks
Flowing round two Ivory Rocks!
What hands! that have to take their part
Not care it self (so far from Art)
Yet conquer all the World: wherein
A red Soul peeps through the white Skin!
SOL might envy her least grace.
Zel.
I knew, yow'd mock me to my face.
How easily are People got
To praise, that which they envy not?
I am not yet a Clown so much,
But, when I see yowr Beauty such,
I find, into my CROWN yow beat
The part, I should to yow repeat.
[Page 77]Nothing beneath, or in the Sky,
Holds beautiful when yow are by:
Possessing not so much in common,
As Envy, with an ugly woman:
But, when the splendor of your Rays
Is more than all the World can praise,
Releasing much of what should come to you,
Yow pay to all the World above their due.
Cla.
A new delight her words provoke
By the rare grace with which they'r spoke
Zel.
I know, why LADY likes my wit;
And why my Face remains her debter.
Cla.
Why?
Zel.
I know —
Cla.
Then out with it.
Zel.
Vaith, because her own are better.
I'd have all fair ones discommend
My Face; I would upon my word.
Cla.
Why so, my understanding friend?
Zel.
O! then, they are with Envy sturd.
Cla.
But Envy croaks, and Snake-like stings —
Zel.
Believe me (Princess) no such matter:
No Sycophant so sweetly sings:
"For she that envies me, doth flatter.
"This back-hand praise goes homest still,
"'Tis strucken with so good a will.
Cla.
ENVY is Adulation then?
Zel.
Thou hitst the Nail on the head right:
And I have heard from Book-learn'd Men,
"'Tis courtly Rudeness, and kind spight.
Cla.
Prethee, what wouldst thou counsel me to doe,
If me for Goodness ENVY should pursue?
Zel.
[Page 78]
Be ten times better than thou wert before,
That ENVY may pursue thee ten times more.
That is the way which I affect,
No treason lurks, no malice there,
If I my self alone correct,
To be at full reveng'd on Her.
Cla.
In every point she doth perform—
Zel.
Envy, a piteous creeping worm!
"A brave, and happy Pride it is,
"To envy neither WORTH, nor BLISS.
Cla.
Do'st thou happily know LOVE?
Zel.
Who is his Worship? Is it not
A forreign Prince, who, they said, dy'd above
A twelve-month sin of a great Cold he got?
Yes, by hear-say, I do know him,
Not that any spleen I owe him
For mischief he to me, or mine hath done:
Though I have heard a long-long-while agon
The COURT he troubled, and the COUNTREY spoyl'd,
Till he both COURT and COUNTREY was exil'd.
Cla.
Do'st thou not Love?
Zel
A Question
To ask a fool, have I not youth?
Cla.
Whom lov'st thou then?
Zel.
My sell alone—
Nay, I have a curious tooth—
Love? what a base disgraceful word!
The sound is harsh, and shrill.
Lyes all the Valour in the Sword?
No conquest o're the Will?
Nor it a decent part hold I
(So much unto my self I owe)
To speak of that thing knowingly,
I do not, nor I will not know—
But do yow love?
Cla.
What is to Love?
Zel.
To deny 't.
Cla.
A Rustick LASSE?
Hard question to one bred in Court 't would prove—
Zel.
Not when she's in her Teens my word I'll pass.
If yow do love, with wond'rous Care
Hide that unfortunate disease:
For (feggs) declar'd Affections are
The Mother of Unthankfulness.
I knew a Gallant (from zuch keep)
Who, having zome how made his prize,
But a Dame's Picture, dropt asleep
With that Sun shining in his Eyes.
Cla.
Troth, let them sleep or let them watch,
All Men alike are cheap with me:
To whom (for favours none they catch)
They never can ungrateful be
From Love (a contemptible Foe!)
My retreat make I by broad-day;
And look on Suitors just as though
They were Mad Lovers in a Play:
No, Fear not me, in such a way.
Zel.
Kenn'st thou the Tow're where Confidence doth dwell?
REPENTANCE lives hard by in a low Cell.
Cla.
Ill dissembling Shepherdess
(For now dissemble Shepherdesses too)
If thy Courtesie 's not less
Than thy Beauty, thy Name shew.
[Page 80]By my Life.
Zel.
A powerful Spell!
This now would make a Gallants heart
Leap out, much more his name
Cla.
Well, well,
Tell me both what, and who, thou art.
Zel.
Fairest CLARIDIANA, than,
I say I am no Shepherdess
Cla.
A Woman asks not like a Man—
Tell me thy Name—
Zel.
I am — (suppress
My Name I will—) a great Lord's Daughter,
Nor a less Soldier; taking after
My Father so much, that his Trade
I follow in the Mountain-shade:
For such do I take HUNTING for;
Not counterfeit, but substitute of WAR.
Rev'rence I bear to thy Command—
But, Madam, do not ask me more:
The Keys are in a sullen hand,
And Porter Silence keeps the dore.
Cla.
I will not press thee 'gainst thy Mind:
But since thy Soul hath manly scope,
And that great MARS, and PHOEBUS (joyn'd)
Are Masters of thy HOROSCOPE;
I will that thou, in habit fit,
Come streight to witness with thine Eyes,
And by Our Self in Iudgment sit
Betwixt the Valiant, and the Wise:
And I shall then make my Election
More by thy vote, than my own Eye;
"For more (and chiefly in affection)
"Than Gamesters, see the Standers by.
Zel.
[Page 81]
Madam, my part is to be rul'd.
To whether stand'st thou most inclin'd?
Cla.
To him that loves me most.
Zel.
I should
To him that bears the bravest mind.
Cla.
My liking upon thine depends —
(Thus I shall dive into her ends.)
Aside.
Zel.
I'll study the contentment of your GRACE—
(But (with your leave) mine own in the first place.)
Aside.
Exeunt, and enter Rifaloro crippled, between two Gyants.
Rif.
Charitable, loving, sweet,
Good fac'd Gyants and discreet,
Spight of so many lying Books
That paint you Fools with ugly looks.
ORLANDO, and the KNIGHT O' TH' SUN,
Pay you this good work ye have done;
And peaceably dye in your beds,
With all your senses in your heads;
No Errant Knight, in hideous duel,
Be so unconscionably cruel,
Armour and all, with Blade in fist,
To cleave you down from poul to twist.
Squires (inconsiderable Wights)
That bind your selves Prentice to Knights,
Mark well this doleful Story all,
And take Example by my fall:
Leave ERRANTY to those staid Wags
Who charge upon their running Nags,
Who enter ne're the Lists, though sore
Threat'ned above a Month before.
To those too, who do there appear,
Having nothing to do there:
[Page 82]Their Gennets Bells, and their own Gulls:
The Peoples laughter, and the Bulls;
Leave it —
Gy. 1.
Leave satyrizing thou.
Rif.
If I am not abusive, How
Shall I in reputation git,
And be canoniz'd for a WIT?
A Drole, and not satyrical?
I never knew but one in all
My life, and 'twas a precious Fool,
The never-enough-prais'd O TOOL!
Gy. 1.
Sas! Coward, bustle up thy self.
Gy. 2.
Ah! Brother, do not harm the Elf.
Rif.
O Gyant of my Guard! into
Thy hands I recommend me do.
Gy. 2.
The PERSIAN entertain no fear.
Rif.
I do not, but it will be here.
Gy. 2.
Shall I heal thee in a trice
By Magick?
Rif.
Hast thou that Device!
Gy. 2.
See! thou art whole.
Rif.
Hah! I am well:
A MIRACLE! A MIRACLE!
St. Sacrapant! I run, leap, skip
And fly, like Beggar cur'd with Whip.
Let not the DOCTORS know of this,
For they will take it much amiss
If any 's cur'd without their aid;
Yet where's the Cure that they have made?
The Church hath DOCTORS too, and they
Complain of wrong too in their way:
That Emp'ricks DOCTORS are become,
And DOCTORS Patients now— but Mum.
Enter the General.
Gen.
Horrid confusions do I tread:
And Mazes upon Mazes thred
In this new COURT, where FELISBRAVE
Transported with his Conquests brave,
[Page 83]In the pursuit thereof suspends
The progress to his amorous Ends.
Gy. 1.
RIFALORO, wilt thou eat
(For I would give thee some choice meat)
A salv'ry Leg, or little Wing
Of a Camel which we bring?
Rif.
I would not rob your Grandiships:
We say, LIKE LETTUCE TO LIKE LIPS.
This, if you please (having been sick)
A Chine of Beef, but not too thick.
Gen.
Of Rifaloro somewhere near
The whining Ecchoes strike my Ear.
Gy. 1.
Say, shall we post thee through the Air in nimble
Egg-shell, to PERSIA, or in vagrant thimble.
They go about to lay hold on him, and he crys out.
Rif.
No, no, a sober Mule: the Spanish pace
On foot, or mounted, not the Wild-goose Chase.
Gen.
'Tis he, and those same Gyants dire
About to murther the poor Squire:
Hold, Cowards! what is this ye do?
Gy. 1.
Slave, who are we, and what are you?
Rif.
Hold, tardy succ'rer of distress!
These are Gyants of the Peace.
Gy. 2.
Consider, valiant Knight—
Gy. 1.
With those
That raunt, my Courtesie is Blows.
Loose me that I may kill him.
Gen.
Come,
Presumption; but be sure strike home:
Those Rebel-Gyants I would scorn to fear,
Whose Mountains, to scale HEAV'n their Ladders were.
Rif.
GEN'RAL, y' undo me with your wroth,
These Worthies are my friends in troth,
[Page 84]I tell you true, done more for me they have,
Than my good Grandam who is in her Grave.
I owe (and shall acknowledge whilst I breath)
A thousand favours to their Worships: Sheath
Thy Blade, and be advis'd to be more plyant:
The Knight's not always sure to kill the Gyant.
Gy. 2.
This more: Since the dissolving of the Charms,
Know, that we Gyants must now lay down Arms.
Rif.
Well fare thy heart, O Gyant well inclin'd,
Holy and sage, and of a peaceful Mind!
He tells you true, the Books are clear in't all;
To wit, Parismus, Amadis de Gaul,
And Cavalier del Phebo— Then 'tis rare,
To unpick quarrels, when Laws studied are.
Enter a Gentleman called Zelindo.
Gent.
Prince FLORANTEO willeth you
From CLARIDIANE to shew
Unto the Noble Strangers, all
This Inchanted Court.
Gy. 1.
We shall.
Mark; and thereof ye shall be show'd
Each Rarity, and every Mode.
Rif.
Are there Complaints? Are there Ambitions?
Lyes are there? Are there ill Conditions?
Are there Envyings? Are there Words
Sweeter than the Tunes of Birds
Before one's face, behind the door
Back-racket-strokes of a left-handed MOOR?
Gent.
How e're inchanted, Court 'tis still,
Here they do lay their sick and ill,
Of vast extent their SPITTLE is:
The Quarter of the Grumblers, This.
Rif.
[Page 85]
Bad men they are; yet have they had much wrong;
Reaping Rewards, which to the Good belong.
Gy. 1.
There are the enviouus.
Rif.
Good Lads those,
They kill themselves: Give me such Foes.
Gy. 2.
There, those, good Fortune, puffs.
Rif.
To morrow
I'll talk with them. "Such never can bear sorrow.
Gy. 1.
There, those, who judge by the successes still.
Rif.
May all their Actions be condemn'd by Ill.
Gy. 1.
Here, those, that trust in PRINCES FAVOUR.
Rif.
Presumption! bind them to their behaviour.
Gy. 2.
A swarm of DUENIAS, there.
Rif.
With things
I will not meddle that have stings.
Duenias, Mondongas, Dwarfs and Pages,
I leave to bold Plebeian Stages.
In COURT is sacred ev'ry Lawn,
Each setting Beauty, or which now doth dawn,
I there adore: Each Tyar a DIADEM,
A weilded SCEPTER each shak'd Fan doth seem.
I call each Quoif, nay ev'ry Bib, a CLOTH
Of STATE, and all for fear I'll take my Oath.
Gent.
Of Court Diseases talk no more, for there
Of others weal we all are sick I fear.
Gen.
What, not one honest Man in Court then?
Gent.
Yes,
A Thousand in the Spanish COURT there is:
Whom you shall see in Magick Perspective,
Applaud the Golden Age they now retrive.
Gy. 1.
What is that old short Man we spy?
Rif.
I take 't he writes a Comedy
For the MENINAS.
Gy. 1.
Who are they?
Rif.
A flight of Birds the first of May:
[Page 86]Whose chirping Bills (which true Division run)
Will flout, and out of Countenance dash the Sun:
And I can tell a Secret of them too:
But if thou tell 't again, By all that's true —
(Gy. 1.
I tell?)
Rif.
They would have Husbands, and exact
From him a Farse, themselves intend to act
On that high day which to the WORLD did give
Their Royal Master on whose Beams they live.
And four hundred Columns terse,
And a conceipt in every verse,
And a disdain to each eight feet,
And a Sonnet in each sheet,
And to every part, they ask:
To comply with which huge task,
The foresaid Poet by main strength
Wire-draws his PLAY to such a length,
That, for a [...]ife 'twould serve, of one
That does no good under the Sun,
Or after whom there's an Advowson,
Or before whom there are a Thousan,
Or of a Suit in CHANCERY,
Or of a COURT [...]xpectancie,
Which is th' Eternal of Eternitie.
Gent.
Four hundred howers last let it,
And he who so is wearied wo't,
The name of tedious shall git
Unto himself, with Clown to boot.
For a FESTIVAL, set forth
To celebrate PHILENO's years,
By BELIZA's Royal worth,
Should stop the motion of the Sphears.
And merits to last evermore,
As do the years it doth adore.
[Page 87]Come, see Wonders that surpass,
In this inchanted Looking-glass!
Relates, as seen in the inchanted Glass, the Festival which the Queen of Spain made at Aran Juez for the Birth-day of the King.
Gen.
Here view I (with what sweetness blest!)
Beauteous CYTHERIAS Nest:
And a BABYLON of Flow'rs
'Mongst so many pleasant Bow'rs.
What an illustrious Pallace fair!
Such a Play-fellow the Air
Hath not elsewere: None so nigh
And splendid-neighbour hath the Sky.
If DRAGONS kept the GOLDEN-FLEECE,
And Apples of th' HESPERIDES,
In the Fable: In this Truth
(Fairer than the Morning's youth)
HARAMA (a glib Chrystal Snake)
A Girdle to her Fields doth make;
TAGUS (a silver Gyant) falls
At the feet of her proud Walls.
— This SEAT
To whom belongs it?
Zelind.
To the Great
Shepherd PHILENO, who appears
Fuller of fame, and Worlds, than years.
Whose foot, whose hand
(Both temp'rate in Command)
The one an easie yoak doth sit,
The other is a prudent Bit.
Gen.
—Who
Leads to this Bow'r of Bliss?
Zelind.
That new
PHOENIX of Spain, swathed in fire,
Son of himself, and his Great Sire.
Fair seav'nteen Springs hath he compleat,
Whose understanding is so great,
That in his pupillage appears
Th' expecience of an hundred years.
And in these fields is celebrated
That happy day unto the Earth
When he receiv'd his Royal Birth,
Whence GOOD MENS hopes, and BAD MENS fears, are dated.
Him his two Gallant BROTHERS follow,
Luminaries bright of SPAIN,
Sparks that fly out of his Flame,
For they are Stars, if he APOLLO.
On whom both Purples we shall view,
Of TIBER, and of DANOW too;
The one his CROSIER glorifie;
The other raise his SCEPTER high.
The Festival you see doth come
From his Illustrious SPOUSE; in whom
(Of two WORLDS sitting at the Helms)
EARTH more perfections sees, than Realms.
For but of one Ray of her Hair
(Since seldom Kings have Kindred waigh'd)
On the meer score that she is fair,
A Clasp for two Crowns might be made.
Not Lilly of France, but Rose of brown
Casteel, that to our SOL shall bring
A Spanish Violet to heir his CROWN;
'Sted of a Flemish Iesamin.
Another equally divine
SHEPERDESSE, that, stead of those
Flocks of Swans, which TAGUS shows,
Shall reign the EAGLES of the RHINE;
Fair SISTER of the MASTER-SWAIN
(Whose parts betwixt respect and fear
The proudest merits do constrain
To strike their sayls) consorts with her.
And of an hundred NYMPHS beside
(The love and envy of the SUN)
Accomplishments so multipli'd,
So without earthly Paragon,
That not her Train, and less her Eye
Fill'd up to the brim with Glory,
Either her Royaltie belye,
Or leave imperfect Beauties story.
Majesty, and sumptuous Cloaths,
And the Art to put them on,
And variety of those
All without comparison.
The Valleys sing, the Mountains skip,
The Elms and Poplars dance and trip,
APRIL himself a part rehearses,
And pricks his flow'rs in all the verses.
NIQUEA's GLORY (whose strong Spells
Even conjure up Impossibles,
And Miracles of Wit do muster)
Is the Theater's first lustre.
The second is the golden Fleece,
Which having first begun in GREECE,
The way to TROY did after find,
And ends in SPAIN with ILIUM'S fire refin'd.
And now the Play without doors is
A dull Man's (who his homely Quill
T' excuse in part) can tell you this;
Without command he writes not ill.
Sound a Trumpet.
A world of People flock together
To be spectators of the sight:
And from this Instrument I gather
Th' approach of one, and t'other Knight
They sound another Trumpet near.
To the crown'd Lists. — Let's go, to gain
A fight of them: And live this MORN,
And rising Sun, and Stars of SPAIN,
Till crippled Time be made their scorn.
Exeunt.
Cornets.
Sound Drums and much Harmony, and Enter at one dore, with a splendid Train, and very brave in Apparel, Prince Claridoro; and if they will they may be arm'd, or leave that till the last Act; and at another dore King Felisbravo, with a splendid Train likewise, &c. and the General, with many others by his side; and let a Curtain be drawn close, Cornets sounding, and on a high conspicuous Throne behind it, let Claridiana and Zelidaura at her right hand, appear, as gloriously clad as may be, and in the fashion they like best; and many Ladies seated upon the Strada, and Floranteo standing at the bottom of the fo [...]t pace upon which the Throne is, and the Gyants like two supporters at the Ends thereof; and enter Rifaloro with his Master, and with Claridoro a Servant of his, receiving instructions for something from his Master.
Claro.
Be sure this part now be well plaid,
Ent'ring as if thou wert afraid.
Serv.
Put no, if, to 't, I shall be so.
Claro.
(By this Invention I shall know
If Zelidaura's stay here, be
Love, or Curiositie.)
Aside.
Serv.
[Page 91]
I go.
Claro.
This is the War alone
Exit Servant.
In which I fear to be o'rethrown.
Now let the Curtain be drawn back, and each make a pro­found Reverence to the Queens, and the Queens rise from their seats, as likewise the Ladies, and then the Knights make a Reverence each to other.
Comppany.
With what a careless Bravery They
One another do survey!
Gen.
And how compos'd, like honourable Foes,
They interchange Salutings before Blows!
Cla.
Both are gallant.
Zel.
Gallant, both:
Yet I with each am in such wroth,
That I to neither side incline,
Though I am one's, and t' other's mine.
Claro.
Hah! ZELIDAURA on the Throne?
She doubtless hath her self made known
To CLARIDIANA.
Fel.
I
Am made up of perplexity!
The Picture went at first for ZELIDAURA,
TARTARIA's Liege! then represented LAURA!
A Shepherdess! and now again one seen
In Soveraign posture by a Crowned QUEEN!
Once more sleep I bolt upright:
When shall I wake, for I do move
Like one that's waking, and my sight
Equivocates, but not my Love?
Who will this glorious Woman prove?
Flo.
Knights, the Queen stays; and now the last
Dice of FORTUNE both must cast.
[Page 92] Dispute, if that untye it not,
Your Swords must cut the Gordian-knot.
Claridoro takes off his Hat, covers again, and begins.
Claro.
MADAM: (Since you remitted have to words,
That which at first were better try'd with swords)
I argue thus; By Books Wars Art is taught,
And without WISDOM no great thing was wrought.
Thus the great Son of THETIS (dire annoy
And ten years Plague of miserable TROY)
Had his Head arm'd with Prudence more than Steel,
Or than his Mother left unarm'd his heel
By the learn'd CENTAUR: Thus KING PHILIPS Heir
(Who envy'd t'others TRUMPET more than SPEAR)
Instructed was, in Aristotles Cell,
To understand the World, and then to quell:
Thus March'd high CAESAR through the heart of FRANCE,
A Pen in one, in t'other hand a Lance,
And, in the Pride of that Success, did show
To BRITTONS bold an armed CICERO.
With the same weapon (to abridge disputes)
Men conquer Men, with which Men conquer Brutes.
Of BEASTS, more fierce, more strong, more arm'd are many
Than MEN; and BARBAROUS MEN as stout as any,
More num'rous far. But WISDOM tames the BEAST,
And WISEST NATIONS master'd still the rest,
Until the Brutish WORLD its own strength knew,
And with their MAXIMS fell their EMPIRES too.
'Tis not the brawny vigour of an Arm,
But inward courage (which the heart doth warm)
Makes FORTITUDE: A Life-despising Eye,
And (not to conquer, but) to dare to dye.
Strength makes it not. It I like strength did want,
And met like dangers, I'm more valiant;
[Page 93]Because my Soul was of a larger growth,
And, when her Second fail'd her, fought for both.
He that out-lives his Honour is a Fool:
To Cure a Coward send him then to School.
But many Valiant have out-liv'd their Fame,
For lack of Wit to play an after-game.
The Wise weighs all things, who sometimes doth know
The Souldiers Praise is to decline a Foe;
And (slighting Rumors) his safe glory sums
In this, that, "He fights best who overcomes.
"Who rashly fights (though he the World amaze)
"A valiant Fool will be his best of Praise.
When a great CHIEF his Squadrons up hath led,
With others hands he fights, but his own head;
Therefore (and fitly) for such valiant wile,
His head hath BAYS, his Souldiers hands the SPOYL:
And when the Sword decides a bloody Fray,
Their HANDS that one, his HEAD fights ev'ry day.
"Thus only Prowess unto KINGS pertains,
"Who ought to wear their Valour in their Brains.
As, though ten thousand hands a PALACE frame,
Yet he, whose Head contriv'd it, bears the Name:
Just so a PRINCE, who acts with others hands,
(His own Head steering) EARTH and SEA Commands.
Upon a Couch the CONTINENT he awes,
And from a COUNCIL gives the OCEAN Laws.
To hack wild Beasts is not a Soveraign's part:
Kings fight not with their Hands but with their Art.
I end: In Iron WAR, in PEACE's Down,
Their MAXIMS Conquer, and their COUNCILS Crown.
A Flourish.
With the noise whereof Feli: bravo rowses as out of a deep Muse.
Fel.
(Little of all he said heard I,
Such a diversion have I had
Of Beauty, like a Rustick clad
Sometimes, sometimes with Majesty!)
Aside.
[Page 94]THE SWORD—
Takes off his Hat, makes a Reverence, then, covering again, proceeds, speaking to the Throne.
—Made EMPIRES; VALOUR guards rich WISDOM'S Coffers,
As Fear betrays the succours which it offers:
He then whom Danger mazes, may for Brain
Go to the Camp, he went to School in vain.
When a great Leader, a great Rest doth play,
PRUDENCE gives aim, but VALOUR wins the day:
And, though he's not oblig'd a Breach to enter
The first, his Men must know that he dares venter.
If Valour he ne're shew'd, what's truly Wise
Will be in him reputed Cowardize.
COWARD is a Disease bred in the Liver,
Which qualifi'd may be, but cured never.
Wise Men (and therefore they are Wise) do know
How to seem valiant, if they are not so.
Who venters farther than is fit, a Sot,
A Mad-man may be call'd, but Coward, not.
And, who his Valours Proof doth long forbear,
Would be thought wise, but will be thought to fear.
To dye is very well; but yet to kill,
Is more; the Victor is the Victor still.
A Souldier boasted to a King his gashes:
But give me him (quoth he) that gave such slashes.
A valiant Prince, he is his Empire's Wall:
Safe without Armies, Terrible to all.
Of Realms acquested, THESE THE SWORD DID WIN,
We say, though POLICY did most therein.
Now, to whose Name the FECIT put you see,
The MASTER-BUILDER, past all doubt, is he.
Council may moderate a Prince that's rash:
But who shall fortifie a Spirit lash?
[Page 95] High Mettles, like strong Wines, may water bear:
But Council's vain, where there's the Traitor FEAR.
No King should so presume on WIT, to think
To govern Lands with Pens, and Seas with Ink:
Better than at a COUNCIL-TABLE, He
In TENTS the Land, in CABBINS rules the Sea.
Well may a Prince be learned, Perfect none
Who wants that best supporter of a Throne.
But (for we skirmsh'd have too long with words)
Prepare to feel that SCEPTERS live in SWORDS.
Trumpets.
They Draw: The Queens rise in their Seats, sound a Charge, the Gyants put themselves between the Knights: A Cloud descends, and in it the God of Love with a Nymph, who in a Bason brings many fresh Flowers, and amongst those some withered.
Cup.
How's this! Suspend your Furies.
Zel.
Heaven
With wonder new lets down the Skies,
And crowns the Earth with Prodigies.
Cla.
The Valianter did much out-go,
Zel.
That is because you wish'd it so:
But the Dispute was ballanc'd even.
Cornets.
Cup.
Claridiana fair and bright,
I am LOVE who come to light
Thee out of this dark Wood th' art in,
And if thou wouldst have him to win
Who loves thee best, I'll let thee see
Which infallibly is He.
But (will or nill) the soveraign
Decree of Heav'n doth thus ordain,
That he by whom th'art most ador'd,
Shall be thy Husband, and thy Lord.
[Page 96] Aside.
Cla.
Since he that was the Valianter
Loves me, I'm sure, what need I fear
The sentence, but may well submit
My Soul and Will to Heaven and It?
Thus cut I with my People's grain,
Nor can the losing Knight complain.
To Cupid.
Great LOVE, my Glory 'tis that thou
To clear my doubts to Earth wouldst bow:
With thee I trust them.
Cup.
Then, that Man
Who these wither'd Flowers can
(Put into my hand) recover
To pristine state, is thy best Lover.
Zel.
Who but that stranger Knight there can it be,
That came to fight for her, and injure me?
Claro.
In me what venture is't, if I
Do for ZELID AURA dye?
Fel.
If ZELID AURA I adore,
I may venter upon that score.
Cup.
Noble CLARIDORE, advance.
Let him take a dry Flower, and put it in the hand of Cupid, and let it dissolve to ashes.
Claro.
In Name of the ARABIAN Queen
Let this wither'd Flower grow green.
Cup.
'Tis faln to ashes.
Cla.
What good chance!
Zel.
What ill luck!
Cla.
The Victory
Stays, with my wishes wings to fly.
Zel.
O maist thou ne're victorious prove!
Cup.
Glorious INCONNU, move.
Fel.
[Page 97]
I deliver thee this same
In CLARIDIANA'S name.
This Flower too falls to dust.
Cup.
Dust it is, and transitory.
Cla.
This is Treason.
Zel.
This is Glory.
Rif.
Into my Countrey I will carry
A Receipt so necessary,
To prove all Men what ever Lyars,
Who blind poor credulous Women with false Fires.
Cup.
Brave FLORANTEO, draw thou near.
Cla.
Avaunt!
Cup.
If he in worth and birth is peer
Unto the proudest of them all, in vain,
CLARIDIANA, dost thou him distain.
Draw near—
Flo.
In name of fair, but merciless
CLARIDIANA (who contemns
Much Love, and little Happiness)
Receive this Flow'r.
Cup.
See how it gems,
Smiles, and recovers! Noble Youth,
Loe, LOVE in person doth reward thy truth!
Offers to join them, and Claridiana flyes back.
Cla.
I'll lose my life first.
Cup.
Thou hast said
Thou't obey HEAVEN; and HEAV'N will be obey'd.
All.
Live Floranteo.
Cla.
Live (say I)
Claridiana, and All dye.
Cup.
To FLORANTEO 'longs Arabia's Throne:
Give him the joy, and homage every one.
Cla.
Is HEAV'N become a cousener too?
What ill Example! —Trait'rous Crew! —
Citizens.
[Page 98]
Of FLORANTEO Wife thou art,
And he our King.
Fel.
Dare none to start
From his Allegiance.
Claro.
Cowards stay,
In her defence do I this Sword display.
Enter the Servant of Claridoro, as in a great fright.
Serv.
CLARIDORO without peer,
Mixest thou in Quarrels here,
When in Tartary they are
All in confusion, all in War?
For ZELIDAURA being self exil'd
In uncouth Mountains, and in Forrests wild,
Nor chusing any Husband out,
Her Subjects to uncrown her go about.
Thou then (since of her Blood thou art)
Draw thy Sword to take her part,
And thy faith, and prowess high
In that just Cause alone employ:
If thou linger—
Claro.
'Tis enough.
Fel.
Heav'ns! I shall be sure accurst
If my Sword aid her not the first,
For an eternal Love, and tough
Revenge, for Cause declared now,
Me furiously into that War doth throw.
Exit in a Rage.
To Rifaloro.
Gen.
Let's follow FELISBRAVE.
Rif.
You know I trundle
Under you Gen'ral— By my Persian faith
This sweet inchanted Creature is a Bundle.
And Nosegay, of AURORA'S.
Claro.
There's my path
To serve you Madam: So LOVE wills, that I
Who dye his Martyr, should your Souldier dye.
Cla.
[Page 99]
What an unlook'd for Change!
Zel.
The Rout
(Heav'ns) in my absence, without doubt,
Is blown up into Tumults— Queen and Laws
Of Hospitality, perdon the Cause.
Now no more curious Fooleries, in old
And valiant Earnest let the WORLD behold
Arm'd ZELIDAURA, and TARTARIA feel
The dire effects of her provoked Steel.
Exeunt Zelidaura and Roselinda.
All.
For FLORANTEO Victory!
Flo.
Villains, in your Throats ye lye.
Citiz.
To Floranteo, Madam, yield your Hand,
Or all Arabia falls from your Command.
Cla.
Coward and Raskal-Heard, that shall be try'd.
This is my Hand— Who? who, will give the Bride?
Approach that dare— See, Traitors (whom my breath
Draws.
Should drive like chaff) It holds the Key of Death!
And Floranteo draws in defence of her.
Flo.
Retire: His Sword for whom ye mutiny
Defends Claridiana.
Citiz.
Enemy
To thine own Heart! Thy self, and all the Gods
Thou dost oppose, provoking their just Rods.
Flo.
Insolent Varlets—
All.
Kill him.
Flo.
I had rather
Serve her, than have her.
Cla.
O, my deep-read Father,
Permit'st thou this? Now save me by thy Art:
Now is the moment.
Flo.
Madam, Take good Heart.
He drives them out, and returns to Claridiana.
The Cloud's dispers'd; y' are safer in my Guard
Then if the Stars all own'd you for their ward.
Trumpets.
Exeunt.
The End of the second Act.

The Persons of the third Act, are the same with those of the second, adding,

  • MARS.
  • AURELIO.
  • A CAPTAIN.
  • And OTHERS.

Querer por solo Querer: To Love only to Love.

THE THIRD ACT.

Enter Aurelio, and others, as receiving with joy, Zelidaura, with her Roselinda, in Tartaria.
Zel.
THis is t'entrap me; well, my Foot
Within the City I'll not put,
Till a full Tryal make it clear,
Whether things are, as they appear.
Aur.
Great Madam, 'tis enough the Realm
Thy secret wand'ring did incline
To murmur at thee, and repine;
Our Pilot absent from the Helm.
But, to be censur'd once disloyal,
TARTARIA merits not. What Tryal
Would'st thou have more, than the Applause
And Ioy, which thy Return doth cause;
[Page 102]Both this, which meets thee on the Bounds;
And that, which from yon Walls resounds?
Though, as to lighting us, some time,
Abscence eclips'd thee to our Clime;
Not as to Influence; for, to Faith,
No Back at all a SOV'RAIGN hath.
Since the false news did thee no harm,
And now thy Beams TARTARIA warm;
This Errour's debtor we remain,
For giving us our Queen again.
Enter the City (we implore)
Nor let thy Anger cost it more.
Zel.
First, in that Rural Palace hid with Bow'rs,
I'll rest— But what's this noyse?
Rif.
Help, Heav'nly Pow'rs!
Trumpets.
Within a great noyse of Swords.
The World sinks with their stroaks.
Zel.
Make hast, hast make.
Enter Felisbravo and Claridoro fighting, and much People endeavouring to part them, and with them the General, Rifaloro, and a Captain.
Fel.
Now, on thy treach'ry will I take
A full Revenge.
Claro.
Now, on thy Head
Shall be reveng'd what I have bled.
Zel.
Rule me those Swords, two lives defend,
Which th' Owners prodigally spend.
(O Heavens!)—
Fel.
Leave, of all his Train.
Not one alive.
Gen.
Cowards, in vain
Ye muster Regiments of Hares:
The more you are, the more your fears.
Aur.
What Fury! Tide encounters Tide.
(Vain Labour!)
Rif.
I am by thy side:
None of your petty Clownlings, we;
The Bombast of a Comedie.
Zel.
[Page 103]
Part them, I say. The two that fight
Are CLARIDORO, and the Knight
Of the Picture.
Rif.
There's thy score—
Rifaloro hits one of them.
No fencing it with RIFALORE.
The Knights are parted.
Fel.
That, e're so many People came,
I kill'd him not, I blush for shame.
Claro.
That I, by these should hind'red be
From killing him, it vexes me.
Capt.
Both are hurt.
Zel.
The Stranger bear
First to be Cur'd: And, OFFICER,
Quarter him in the Mansion
Of LAURA'S Father, CORIDON.
Capt.
I shall.
Zel.
Prince Claridoro too
(Whose Life I fear less of the two)
Place in an equal Quarter near.
Aur.
I shall.
Zel.
Before you go (d'ye hear!)
Clap in such wise on both a Guard
That they perceive not their way barr'd.
I would secure them each from either,
Yet not be seen to do it neither.
The Captain comes to Felisbravo, and Aurelio to Claridoro.
Aside.
And how (O LOVE) how shall I know,
Whether he fought for me, or no?
Capt.
Please you to come where they may cure you?
Fel.
The wound is nothing I assure you.
Capt.
By your Life (Sir) consider't more
Aur.
Prince, reply not, y' are hurt sore.
Claro.
A scratch, believe 't.
Aur.
You'll find it none:
Howe're, the Queen will have it done
Claro.
A spark of pity now from Her!
Then look for quarter from a Murd'rer.
Fel.
[Page 104]
Captain, how far from hence to Court?
Capt.
Your Cure (Sir Knight) doth more import
You, than that knowledge.
Fel.
To secure
ZELIDAURA, is my Cure.
Capt.
What Faith a groundless lye will win!
And O! how late it is call'd in?
But, come along, and you shall see
How well this Care may spared be.
Fel.
To my Revenge I do prefer
The greater sweet of serving her.
Exeunt Felisbravo and Captain.
Aur.
Come, Prince.
Claro.
'Tis so: Now, Madam, I do find
You (who ev'n then are cruel, when y'are kind)
Because from Life, I sue out a divorce,
To punish me will make me live perforce.
Exeunt Claridoro and Aurelio.
Rif.
Do they bear them Pris'ners hence?
Gen.
Pris'ners? I'll follow my dear Prince,
Resolving by his side to dye.
Rif.
That's not for me; and yet I lye;
For I (to give my self my due)
Do whiff the smoak of HONOUR too.
Exit General, and Rifaloro offers to follow him, but is staid by Roselinda.
Zel.
Stop that Servant.
Ros.
Gentleman,
I come to call you.
Rif.
Virgin, can
You pick out of this face, and meen,
No higher Title? Well 'tis seen
You know me not, you don't in troth,
You don't— How low our Market go'th?
You have been somewhere neerly bred,
So thin your Courtesie you spred.
'T has vext me— Gentleman, quoth you?
When Knighthood is so common too!
[Page 105]Well, your bus'ness?
Ros.
She that calls
Herself the Mistress of these Walls
Rif.
Is a Goddess, and clep'd is —
Ros.
What a new strain, new Humour's this?
If she a Goddess be, or no,
Let thine Eyes tell thee.
Rif.
Where's de Froe?
Rifaloro turns, takes off his Hat and falls at her Feet.
Zel.
Approach.
Rif.
Now let me never stir,
What diff'rence 'twixt the Sun, and hir?
A Clustre of ripe Stars she is:
Let me that hand, adoring, kiss; —
That hand, by which the LILLIES brown appear,
And the Crystal is not clear,
Lac'd with Saphyr, tagg'd with shell
In which the Orient Pearl doth dwell:
Give me that pretty foot, which goes
Knitting sweet flow'r with Ivory Toes,
But none so short as It; for thine
Is BREVIAT of a JESAMINE:
Give me—
Zel.
Withdraw, and let him stay.
Roselinda goes aside.
— Art thou the Stranger's Servant? Say.
Rif.
I am, nor of him do complain.
Zel.
Is he so good?
Rif.
So bad; w' are fain
At ev'ry turn to be made friends:
But seldome in this World meet Ends:
Ill Masters have good Servants, Good
Are answered with Ingratitude.
Zel.
What Place?
Rif.
An Office of great trust.
Zel.
How great?
Rif.
His MUTE.
Zel.
His MUTE? I must
Confess, that's not for a FOOL.
Rif.
There's an Exception to each Rule.
[Page 106]For (let me tell you) I do blend 'um,
Holding the latter in COMMENDUM.
Zel.
Thy Conceipts like me past expression.
Rif.
'Tis incident to our Profession
That (let it miss, or let it hit)
We Fools are off'ring still at Wit.
Zel.
Who is thy Master?
Rif.
He is one
Whose Countrey I'll to you make known,
His merit, humour, disposition,
But his Name, on no condition.
Zel.
And why his Name wilt thou not tell?
Rif.
For doing of a Miracle:
That once this saying may be true,
A Servant told not all he knew.
Zel.
'Tis not worth thanks to hide his name,
When all things else thou dost proclaim.
Rif.
Of the old Apple a new slice!
Mother EVE'S inquisitive Vice!
His name? in troth it may not be.
Zel.
Hola!
Rif.
Why call you?
Zel.
Thou shalt see.
Enter Aurelio.
"With a base mind, what gentle courses
"Cannot perswade, that Rigour forces.
Aur.
Ordein your pleasure.
Zel.
(Anger me!)
Hang presently —
Rif.
Upon a Tree
Say not, by thine Eyes; for I
Shall then prevent the Rope, and dye
Of the unkindness.
Zel.
Away take him.
Layes hold of him, and he struggles.
Rif.
In earnest is't?
Zel
A pattern make him
To Fools, who shall pretend to hold hereafter
A Secret— (My Intreaties made a laughter!
[Page 107]I pray in vain!)
Rif.
By this good day
I think thou know'st not how to pray.
In fine, I must be hang'd.
Zel.
Thou must
(Without his name) forthwith be truss'd.
Rif.
Then drive on, Cart, Note WORLD, a Woman hung
A Man, because he held his Tongue.
March, March.
Zel.
(For once it shall be told,
A Woman could from knowing hold
A Secret, which she dyes to know; withall,
Which a Man says, he'll dye, before she shall—)
Aside.
Leave him at large— What Countrey-man
Aurelio goes aside.
'S thy Master?
Rif.
He's a PERSIAN:
For whom great MARS bids make already
All his tryumphal Charets ready.
Zel.
Is he high-born?
Rif.
And so discreet,
Valiant, bountiful, and sweet
In his deport, that he's the great
Idea of a PRINCE COMPLEAT.
Zel.
Is't FELISBRAVO?
Rif.
Unto thee
Is that Name known? No, 'tis not He.
'S precious! that Royal Prodigy
Above the bounds of MAN doth fly.
Zel.
And what's his bus'ness? To this Coast
What Wind brings him (for thou know'st?)
Rif.
O WOMEN!
Zel.
Speak, go not about
The bush.
Rif.
Then, turn me inside out,
Seraphical Examiner.
They say there's in TARTARIA here
A Mad-cap Queen, that kembs you wyre,
And wears a Helmet for a tyre;
[Page 108]Who, 'sted of a wide Vardingale
And reverend Apron, puts on Mayl,
And glitt'ring Arms, in which are writ
The valiant Deeds she did commit;
Who nothing but the Spear, and Rest,
And Pouldron, minds; She hoops her breast
With Brass, and her long fingers fair,
The deserts of the Needle are.
A mischief take the Woman! Let her
Resign to Men (whom it suits better)
INCAMPINGS: Let her Kerchers hem,
Leave hemming in of Troops to them.
If a Spider cross her sight,
Let her take a famous fright;
And purse her Mouth when she says, Man,
Or Husband, like the Nimphs of SPANE.
Let her tremble at a Rat,
More than it doth at a Cat.
"She, for a Beauty who would pass,
"Must be as nice as Venice glass;
"And, if one hold his hand up, wink,
"For fear he brain her with a pink.
In fine, to see this Queen we came:
When a Knight (Rival of his Fame)
His Fury would have kill'd: They both
Lie hurt, and I am so in wroth
With this Man-Woman, Angel-Devil,
(Who to the Sun would scant be civil)
That could I light upon her GRACE,
I'd tell her roundly to her face,
Spin Highness, Spin (as good as you have spun)
For y' are a Woman, not an AMAZON.
Zel.
(He serves me right—) Who sent him?
Rif.
(No, you sed
You'd have me hang'd) —He came of his own head.
[Page 109]For he hath Valour, Birth, and All
With which a QUEEN in Love should fall:
And I (his Servant) shall not bate
Much of a COUNTESSE for my Mate.
I know too in the World a QUEEN
(I name her not, but) she hath been
Late disinchanted, for which pains
Such favours upon Him she rains,
That — But I stop —
Zel.
Say, prethee, does he love?
Rif.
Is he a Brute?
Zel.
And is he lov'd?
Rif.
You move
A curious Question— This (shall I be free?)
Is a graft too of the forbidden Tree.
From me no more is to be got,
And therefore (pray you) press me not.
Good faith, 'twere much more like a Friend
To hang me, as you did intend.
Zel.
This one thing wilt not let me know?
Rif.
Pray, why should you desire it so?
Zel.
Only to keep it secret still.
Rif.
Forbear to know it, and you will.
Zel.
How mainly thou art giv'n to scoff!
It is not noble to put off
With a light jest a serious suit.
Rif.
No? as great Men as I will do 't.
But come (since you will have the truth)
He is a Man much lov'd by many,
Yet one of such a curious tooth,
That in his life he ne're lov'd any.
White Hands, black Eyes, curl'd Locks, have no more force
On him, than Physick hath on a dead Horse.
From some dry Mother-in-law the Man did learn
Not to relent— He? He hath no concern,
[Page 110]Cannot discourse of love, though in his prime,
Though on all other Theams his tongue's a Chime,
Though none so drest, none dances so, none pours
Himself so out; for He's a rock of Flow'rs.
Aside.
Zel.
A Knight that's so accomplish'd, not
To love, appears to me a knot.
I must undo it by some Art:
For at this secret hangs a Heart.
To Rifaloro.
Pleas'd me thou hast exceedingly:
And I unthankful shall not be.
Rif.
I kiss thy foot, and am thy slave.
Zel.
Here me AURELIO, take this Knave
To prison.
Rif.
Me to prison?
Zel.
Yes,
For being a Blab.
Rif.
Ah! Traiteress,
Horrible Inquisitrix,
Are these thy thanks? and do'st thou fix
The name of Blab upon me too?
O! take by me example, you
That are Gallants, you that love:
Thus do Ladies thankful prove.
He is carried away to Prison.
Ros.
Should your Highness be more cruel
Than you are to this sweet Iewel;
Never was't so well bestow'd,
Or so like a Mercy show'd.
Exit Roselinda.
Zel.
Dissolv'd in Tears, and languishing delight,
The whisp'ring FOUNTAIN is a tale of LOVE;
The Rosie MORN, inam'ring at first sight,
Sweet PHILOMELA's Oraisons doth move;
The smiling FLOW'R▪ the tender peeping BUD,
APRIL importunes with soft show'rs; the DOVE
Lives vow'd to everlasting Widdowhood,
Temple of LOYALTY, and Soul of LOVE.
Love grasps both Globes: LOVE all below inspires:
Love guides with constant change the sphears above:
MARS feels LOVES darts, APOLLO feels LOVES fires,
Ev'n HE that hurls the thunder, yields to LOVE.
All these to me no warrant; whose intent
Is not to vouch, but make a PRECEDENT.
Exit Zelidaura.
Enter Claridiana in Mans Apparel, with her Floranteo, and Florinda Lady of Honour to her.
Cla.
Leave haunting me, and leave thy vain
And impertinent desire;
The more thou do'st of me complain,
The more 's the honour I acquire:
For (credit me) I more approve
That all the World should be my Foe,
Than I defended by thy Love:
It is a debt I would not owe.
Though Heav'n with plaguing me tire never,
I hope yet it will use me better
Than (to compleat my Plagues) that ever
I should be my Tormentors debtor.
Return, and let ARABIA gather
Her Rebel-Armies in thy Name:
Be kindling there seditious, rather
Than kindled here with amorous flame.
The cause of this disguise you see,
Is, that your self and me,
You now no more may vex,
But look on me as one of your own Sex.
Be gone, provoke me not too far,
This field presume not to transgress;
For, if my Eyes such Murth'rers are,
My Hand will be a greater Murtheress.
Flo.
BELLONA, armed with the Sun;
That Conquest which thy Face hath sure,
Some hazzard in thy Sword may run,
Although its temper too be pure.
For Hearts ignoble (which your sweet
Majestick Eye cannot command
To lie down trembling at your FEET)
Reserve the anger of the HAND.
Not revilings so well spoke,
Not the pain with which I'm stung,
Not thy scorns can me provoke;
"For want of luck is not a wrong.
Nor merit I to be exil'd
From the dear place which thou art in,
Though scorn'd, tormented, and revil'd;
For, nor is want of luck a sin.
T' obey, I do not ask thee now
High Heav'ns by thee despised will.
But that (abhorring ME) yet thou
Would'st give me leave to Love THEE still.
Nor do I so much thank the Gods
That they were pleas'd to vote thee mine,
As that from all the World the odds
They judg'd to me of being thine.
But, since thy hate I constant find,
This Cruelty hath op'd mine Eyes
To see that all the Stars are blind,
And thou than Heav'n it self more wise.
Return into thy Kingdom free;
There, at the ALTAR, I'll refuse thee:
Let not ARABIA lose THEE,
It is enough that I do lose thee.
Forreign Succours thou need'st none:
Return, thou hast (if thou canst see)
Champion enough in me alone,
And in thy self a Victory.
Cla.
On thee I lay not all the fault,
For (FLORANTEO) without doubt,
That, against which I bend my thought,
Heav'n is too prone to bring about.
Now, as for Beauty, I pretend
To none, and, if I had such lot,
My Beauty's Conquests should extend
To something that I hated not.
That thou art object of my Hate
To impute's erroneous vanity,
Unto thy being unfortunate,
And not unto my knowing thee.
Makes a streak on the ground.
Step not an Inch beyond this line.
For, should the World arm all agin me,
And all the Elements combine,
I have my Victories within me.
Flo.
Most Beautiful, Illustrious, Generous,
Divine CLARIDIANA, whom t' excel
Self-Rival'd Nature being ambitious,
With flesh and blood found it impossible.
New PHOENIX of Arabia, Miracle
Greater than She, who in of Her SELF lyes,
Dies when she rises, rises when she dyes.
Celestial Princess, able to make Wars
Out of the private stock of thy Perfections:
(For thou might'st press full Regiments of Stars,
Would'st thou but give thy foot those bright directions.)
Advance, thy Beauty's Royal Standard spred;
Beat up thy Drums in Hearts that freedom plead;
Give out Commissions under white and red
To kill and slay, to burn, and to make prize,
And let thy Foes look Armies in thy Eyes.
See, how thy fugitive feet, by calling Strangers
To thy assistance, steal the Victory
Thy face (if shew'd) would gain, dispersing dangers
More than the GORGONS HEAD! that spakling Eye,
The whiteness of that Hand, without a Blow,
All that contrast with thee, must overthrow
In a celestial War of Fire and Snow.
BEAUTY pretends not warring with a Sword,
But with a gentle look, or a kind word;
[Page 115]To be robustious, furious, warlike, are
Not Graces, but distortions of the Fair.
A scorn that sweetly balsoms when it wounds,
A word that striking courteously rebounds,
An em'rous Frown; these tye Men to their duty
With cords; for "A perswading War is Beauty.
Cla.
Thou seest I ask no Prince my part to take
(How brave so e're) none such my Champion make.
But beg (how meetly!) ZELIDAURA'S Aid,
A MAIDEN QUEEN to right a CROWNED MAID.
She (the illustrious Bulwark of her land,
And Mistress of a SOUL white as her Hand)
Disdains her Name, and her Heroick Sail
To such a trifle as a Man should vail.
Since then the Tartars unrevolted are,
And now in Peace, though always prone to War,
Their Martial Spirits let her exercise,
T' undoe a wrong which loud for Vengeance crys:
I, by a Woman or by none, will rise:
Too proud, my life (if sav'd b' a Man) to own,
Or with my Freedom to redeem my Throne.
To be robustious, fierce, and arrogant,
They are not BEAUTIES proper Arms, I grant;
For her smooth rigidness her slack comptroll,
Cloath not with steel the body, but the soul.
I grant, Cheeks swoln with choler have no hooks;
That no temptations are in furious looks:
For the Brest's inward softness (without doubt)
Is Beauty's soul, which seasons that without.
But, ceas'd SEMIRAMIS, to be a Dame,
PENTHASILIA ceas'd she to inflame,
(Theit Helmets off) because, when on they were,
This HECTORS Sword, That shook ACHILLES Spear?
[Page 116] Discreet, prompt, active, gallant, happily
Are they entayl'd upon DEFORMITY?
And evermore must Beauty bear the taunt
Of luckless, cowardly, and ignorant?
To a discreet and an obedient Lover
Her self in her own shape let her discover,
("For when all's done, to pierce a Wiseman's breast
"Beauty's the sharpest sword.) But for the rest,
Who vex, who cross me, them, not with a white,
But armed Hand, I'll take, kill, burn, in fight.
Here 'tis, that BEAUTY quits her native charms;
And plays the Souldier with those borrowed Arms.
Shall I those People that would suck my blood,
Slay with a LADY'S Weapon? (That were good:)
And REBELS, shall so sweet a death o'rewhelm,
As by my BEAUTY? No, the impious Relm
Shall rue their work — What talk'st thou of my Face!
It is my Sword must right me in this Case.
My HANDS must quell those that against me rise:
For other are the Conquests of my EYES.
Flo.
Peace: ZELIDAURA comes.
Cla.
I blush; although
Transform'd CLARIDIANA who can know?
Flo.
Thy Beauty in such Characters is writ,
That a dull Eye may soon discypher it.
Cla.
By thee (who art my shadow) me it may:
Back therefore, FLORANTEO.
Flo.
Though thou play
The Tyranness, I am thy subject still:
Then cease thy Anger if I do thy Will.
Exit Floranteo.
Claridiana and Florinda remain.
Florin.
In her superlative perfections,
Thou wilt see a peerless Dame.
Cla.
Of her Beauty faint Reflections
Are rendred by the Glass of Fame.
[Page 117] Enter to them Zelidaura, Aurelio, Roselinda, and others.
Zel.
Here leave us.
Ros.
Madam, are you well?
Zel.
I ayl nothing ROSELIND—
Aside.
What new Disease! — I cannot tell,
This disinchanted Queen is wond'rous kind,
Or wond'rous grateful—Thought, thou 'rt not my Friend—
To her Train.
Leave me thou too — we would be left.
Ros.
A weight
Hangs there—and, if that Heart beneath it bend,
Believe me it must needs be great.
Exit Train.
Zel.
What tyrannous resentments move
Such monstrous billows in my brest?
Iealous am I, before I love?
And before I fear, opprest?
If CLARIDIANE is Queen
Of Araby, what makes she here?
Is it to see only, unseen?
That much unlikely doth appear.
If for the Love she bears the Stranger, ill
Did he to leave her, though worth spurr'd him on:
But, if he reign'd as King in her good will,
She did as good as bid him get him gone.
—Fool, Fool, to be concerned so
In wrongs her Beauty doth sustain;
When all the pity I can show
Is not enough for my own pain.
Flor.
[Page 118]
Approach, what fear'st thou?
Cla.
Strange confusion!
Whom see I?
Zel.
Yes, I know that Face,
Claridiana knows Zelidaura when she sees her, and Zelidaura knows her.
And that gate too—
Cla.
'Tis no delusion;
She, whom I saw in a course case,
Was ZELIDAURA—
Zel.
My suspition's true;
The wrong'd CLARIDIANA doth pursue
The Stranger whom she loves— Down flames
Cla.
Troy's ours:
My name but sounded, brings me all her Pow'rs.
To Zelidaura.
Couragious Queen, bright honour of thy kind,
At these tryumphant Feet thy Slave's inclin'd.
Falls at her Feet.
Zel.
Rise, and inform us what thou art.
Cla.
I am
(Fam'd ZELIDAURA) an Arabian Knight,
Who beg thee drown'd with pity in the name
Of my dread Mistress, brought into sad plight
By Rebels — If thou art the blew-ey'd Maid,
Who is the Deity of War; Aid, Aid,
Injur'd CLARIDIANA—
(Zel.
Part well plaid!)
Aside.
Cla.
In her dear Countrey, in her Throne replant
CLARIDIANA; then thou shalt not want
New DECADES to thy Story, and give Fame
(Who loves to sing thy Praises) a large Theam.
Arm; let thy valour freeze th' Usurper's veins:
Nor let thy hand kill less, than thy disdains.
Thy Beauties in their dazeled faces shine,
And teach thy Sword to conquer, though 'tis thine.
On Spanish Gennet hang 'twixt Earth and Air:
Nor MARS, but SOL, be now the God of War.
[Page 119]To Cowards, and to Valiant, fatal prove:
Making those dye for fear, as these for love.
Aside.
Zel.
In flatt'ries wrapt, her purpose close she bears:
How well they 're call'd, the poison of the Ears!
Another now (thus jealous) would be thought
In love, but I'm not guilty of that fault,
Yet here are sighs would make me think I were,
And never lye, did so like truth appear.
I'll answer coldly, till I know if War.
Be in her land, or love do make 't on her.
If Treason drave her thence, without delay
My conqu'ring Flags I in her Cause display.
But, if (a frantick Lover) she pursue
The gallant STRANGER, I will make her rue
She e're came hither; and upon them both
(Though I should dye for't) wreak my burning wroth.
Cla.
What is your answer?
Zel.
Is there, did'st thou say,
Such a Rebellion in ARABIA?
Cla.
Madam, there is.
Zel.
And did that Queen send thee
To make request for succours unto Me?
Cla.
'Tis very certain.
Zel.
And as certain, this,
That she doth hope them from me?
Cla.
Madam, 'tis.
Zel.
And for my Answer wert thou bid to stay?
Cla.
Madam, I was.
Zel.
LA REINE SAUISERA.
Exit very stately.
Cla.
How's this? An Answer how unlike her Fame?
Are these the Actions that cry up her Name?
Is this that they call Manly? This to be
Invincible? What an Indignitie!
Upon how slight an Errand FAME will go?
And how it gathers like a Ball of Snow!
[Page 120]When I suppos'd her Valour would burst out,
And sow with Squadrons all my fields about,
To reap, for our two heads, a twofold CROWN,
Of Gold for mine, of Laurel for her own:
When the two sweetest things EARTH can afford
I made account to owe unto her Sword,
Revenge and Empire; paying me in brief
The common Wages of a light belief,
She answers (neither brave, nor pitiful,
Nor courteous, but pitifully dull)
SHE'LL THINK OF IT. And if her Bowels yearn'd
Not now, will she with thinking be concern'd?
What shall I do?
Flor.
Sue to some King, and chuse
Him such a King, as you did most abuse.
If you obliged ANY heretofore,
Take heed of him upon that very score.
How well your Entertainment she doth quit!
Cla.
Her rustick weed bely'd not her Soul yet.
"THE WORST OF FOES ARE THANKLESS FRIENDS; for those
"One ne're did good to, are at worst cheap Foes.
Ingratitude is cruel. Seek I must
(I see) to my wise Father, though unjust.
Ah ZELIDAURA, thou hast a Man's Heart,
Because untouch'd with sense of Woman's smart!
Exeunt.
Enter Claridoro with his Armin a Scarf.
Claro.
From this deep Vale, with horrour crown'd,
Whose bottom not the Stars can sound,
I breath up sighs no less profound.
Where, if hard trees, and harder stones,
Hear my moans;
Never again
Will I to cruel Womankind complain.
Silence not still respect implies:
For he from whom, when rack'd he lies
Nothing is wrung,
Slights his Tormentor whilst he holds his tongue.
What need of silence hath respect?
It looks to me as if the Flame
Were held a shame,
Which all the Care is how not to detect.
Here, here, let me let loose my groans,
Let the great Bell out be rung:
Here safely all my LOVE at once
Unload thy self into my tongue.
If she should overhear it, Crime 'twere none;
Faith is alive, but hope is dead and gone.
If our Predecessors Passions
Had been regulated thus,
BEAUTIES new Fortifications
Had not been rais'd against us.
For who could take a just offence
At an humble Patience,
At a true Hearts silent aking,
Or ev'n a suit presented quaking?
ZELIDAURA Star divine
That dost in highest Orb of Beauty shine,
Pardon'd Murd'ress, by that Heart
It self which thou dost kill, and coveted smart:
Though my walk so distant lyes
From the Sun-shine of thine Eyes,
(Into sullen shaddows hurl'd,
To lye here buried to the World)
'Tis the least reason of my moan,
That so much Earth is 'twixt us thrown.
'Tis absence of another kind
Grieves me: For, where y' are present too,
LOVE'S Geometry doth find
I have ten thousand Miles to you.
"'Tis not absence, to be far;
"But, to abhor, is to absent.
"To those, who in disfavour are,
"Sight it self is Banishment.
But I love thee with all my heart,
Whom therefore thou canst never fly;
Since, in whatever place thou art,
Th' art present to my Fantasie.
As th' Optick 's turn'd, the Object comes and goes:
DISDAIN no presence, LOVE no absence knows.
Custom of Ills is poor relief,
It only stands on the defence:
The faint Compounder of a Grief
After the first violence.
Nor hath that place in a new Wound,
And my Wound is ever new,
And ev'ry day is more profound,
And ev'ry moment festers too.
Only one Woe (for 't were a Crime)
I never can be guilty of:
To love her less than at this time,
Or not to love only to love.
Nor would I quench the fire in which I dye,
To be the light of any other Eye.
Enter Zelidaura in a Rustick Habit.
Zel.
The wounded Knight I come to see:
Let no one stop me— Is that he?
Claro.
Who is so out of fashion, as to look
Upon a Man whom Fortune hath forsook?
What a sparkling Shepherdess!
(Here may be more than I yet guess.)
Zel.
Ay me! 'Tis CLARIDORO, This.
Claro.
Through her disguise how fair she is!
'Tis ZELIDAURA (for my sight
Hath found her out by her own light)
But 'tis a Happiness, and I
In that may ev'n mistrust my Eye.
Possible in nature is it,
That to me can be this visit?
Or, so beside my self am I,
To think ought mine that is Felicity?
Zel.
He knows me, but I'll face him down
I am not I: But he is such a Clown
He'll not believe me, should I swear it:
Aside.
Claro.
Why might not my immortal passion merit,
And force thus much, from Her? It might do so,
If I were not a Man made sure to Woe:
Nor would it the first glorious tryumph prove
O're scornful Beauty, by submissive Love:
Though I do mainly doubt it, and should say
'Twere a great wonder, were it true: I'll pay
[Page 124] My truth her wages with believing 'tis:
And so deceive my self into a Bliss.
Addresses himself to her.
SHEPHERDESSE, whose Sheep-Walks reach
From CHINA'S WALL to the MUSCOVIAN BEACH;
Who to a thousand Flocks do'st look,
And rul'st them with a Golden Hook;
Whom Title, Beauty, Wit, combine
To render in all points divine:
Humane only toward me,
Nor that till thou these hurts didst see;
As if (to dye) that I had need
By other hand than thine, to bleed.
Such pity ZELIDAURA keep:
For all these Wounds I long may live:
A Foe's Weapon cuts not deep:
Pity that, a Friend doth give.
For this high Grace, thou now bestow'st—
Aside.
Zel.
(Were 't meant, I see it were not lost.
But yes: It were an Ill-plac'd Boon
On one, that can believe 't so soon)
To Him.
Where's any ZELIDAURA here?
Dost thou a simple Body jeer?
'Tis well—
Claro.
You over act it ZELIDAURA:
Zel.
ZELIDAURE not me, I LAURA
Am, the Daughter of thine Host.
Thou, little, Zelidaura know'st.
A Majesty so proud, so grave,
To come and visit thee? do'st rave?
[Page 125]With me thou double-wrong'st her GRACE,
In her Discretion and her Face.
I'm pitifull a little, much at home:
To see thee (hurt) on these two scores I come.
Claro.
Thou art my Health, when Health's away,
And of my Hopes the only stay.
Zel.
Thou 'rt of the Sect of HOPERS than?
Claro.
Fair ZELIDAURA, if you can,
In this sweet truth, or errour, dye let me.
Zel.
Either I am not, or will not be she.
Claro.
Goddess of snow, fair Copy of the Sun,
Ecclipsing this, and making that look dun;
Whose piercing sight (predominant in Souls)
Two Globes of Light, two Sphears of Beauty, rowls;
'Bout which ten thousand flutt'ring CUPIDS swarm,
And sindge those wings they there presum'd to warm:
Whom with one gracious smile if thou requite,
Thou kill'st with Life, and strik'st them blind with Light.
Thou, from whom (arm'd with steel and love are sent
Thy Billets into every ELEMENT
(Inraged) rending.) and ADORNING (Fair)
The Earth with Stars, with Cannon-shot the Air.
The WOODS (from which all other Sun is shut)
(With Lilly Hand, with odoriferous foot,
(Speeding unerring Shafts, recruiting Bow'rs)
Thou robb'st of Beasts, and pay'st again in Flowers.
Celestial ZELIDAURA, fair Comptrol
Of all that share an understanding Soul,
(For 'tis the least of Praise thy Beauty boasts
To trample outward force, and vanquish'd Hoasts.)
[Page 126]Though, 'twas the dream of one that ill did rest
To fancy gentle pity in thy Brest,
(The wrack of Hearts, and temple of a Saint
Whose Walls can boast not one reliev'd Complaint.)
It was a vanity my LOVE brought forth,
When I consider'd that, and not thy worth.
Nor dare I so much wrong that noble Passion,
To think it might not merit a Compassion,
Though not return: Yet, Bliss on any score,
Which knock'd at mine, it seems mistook the dore.
For when THOU com'st (and then THAT comes) to ME
BLISSE, is not Bliss, nor ZELIDAURA, She.
I know thee not (let not thy choler rise)
For I believe THEE more than my own EYES.
Zel.
Alack! alack! much loss of Blood
Hath turn'd his Brain, and makes him wood.
Claro.
O LOVE (thou well maist be call'd blind)
The happier Stranger came she not to find?
O Heav'ns! with this suspition I do pass
To be envious and base.
But if blind LOVE made me conceit
Fondly of her, as to me:
Stranger, the wonder 's not so great,
If I think meanly of her, as to thee.
Here me, LAURA.
Zel.
Now 't's too late:
Poor Soul, thou talk'st at a strange rate!
Besides, I do not like thee half so well,
Since I perceive thy thoughts so vastly swell.
Exit Zelidaura flying away from him.
Claro.
[Page 127]
Why (ungrateful) fly'st thou me,
And seek'st my Rival? Was disdain
(O HEAV'NS!) too little, without JEALOUSIE?
Envy, was 't not sufficient to complain?
Kill'd with anothers Happiness?
Suffic'd not for a WRETCH his own distress?
I took anothers Bliss for mine
(A wise Conceit!)
That harms themselves cannot my Wits refine!
That from my ill, that good I could not get!
That I should, not be able
To make some use of being miserable.
My Soul shall follow thee,
Too fleet for me:
For from my Soul I'm sure thou canst not go,
And I know all the paths that lead to Woe.
O Life, with Sorrows rife,
Only to Misery thou art a Life!
Exit.
Enter Felisbravo with his Arm in a Scarf.
Fel.
Lash'd by the Winds, the OCEAN raves, and craves
To be a Star, and not an Element:
The WINDS cry FREEDOM from their horrid Caves,
Not clogs of Mountains can their scape prevent.
The MOUNTAINS crack; the crouded Air upheaves
The Pillars of the Rocking FIRMAMENT:
For none, to that which smart or loss receives,
Forbids a sigh, a tear, or a lament.
I only (a dead mark of Fortune's spight)
Stand on the highest pinacle of Grief
Firm as a Diamond, silent as Night.
O Smart well disciplin'd, without Relief
For a poor LOVER to support his woe!
So much a sorrow doth to custom owe.
Immortal, doubtless, is the thing
Which me doth pain,
And that again
Which doth eternally remain
From a Celestial Cause must spring.
My Soul is short as unto Me,
'Tis Epigram:
But, Madam, to the World I came
Eternal, as to loving Thee,
For unto thee, all Soul I am.
The greater torment I sustain,
The less I wou'd
My days conclude;
For, dying to be out of pain,
Is the Cowards fortitude.
Grant, I should (my pain to cure)
Suffer Smart
Break Thee, HEART;
Can I another Heart procure
To love with, when thou broken art?
But little skill in love thou hast,
Who e're thou art that think'st or Bliss,
Or Valour is,
In dying for 't; since, Life once past,
Neither LOVE, nor his PANGS, last.
Therefore would I alive remain,
'Cause (dead) impossible 't would prove
To obtain
Either more Love to cause sweet pain,
Or more time in which to love.
I do not with presumptuous Heart
Value my self on FORTUNES Frown:
He, that's o'rethrown
For want of taking his own part,
Gets no Honour by being down.
The Man that merits not good Fortune,
If he complain,
Is not in vain
Complain'd of: For, in due misfortune,
To murmur, is t'offend again.
I hold it for a wither'd Bays,
For which I nothing have to show,
But that proud Fortune is my Foe:
A poor it is, and heartless praise,
Which to my misery I owe.
Heav'nly ZELIDAURA, I
Am my own
Confusion:
And blame not thee, my Misery
Being ow'd unto my self alone.
From others pity I could ne're
Extract a Bliss; nor fit
Imagin it,
That others should the sorrow bear,
When I the folly did commit.
In thy regard, alive or dead,
I cannot be
Comforted:
For, whil'st I live, thou 'rt lost to me;
And, dead, I lose the loving thee.
When shall these Eyes behold the light
For which I
Languishing, dye?
When? —But what needs corporeal sight?
LOVE can see without an Eye.
That I, a Persian, should Adore the SUN,
Is no wonder;
But, in some Pool 'tis safest done,
Or when a Cloud 'tis under.
For, my best SUN, if Thee
I should see,
'Twould scorch me with the heat, 'twould blind me with the Ray,
Unless (as thee I once survay'd)
'Twere in thy Picture's cooler shade;
Or thus, by strength of fancy, when ev'n that 's away.
Stands or lyes down, with his Eyes fixt towards the door, as upon the dear object.
Enter Zelidaura in the Habit of a Shepherdess.
Zel.
The Patient stays in pain, make room,
A goodyer take you, let me come.
To Him.
Will your Worship be drest now?
Fel.
The Chyrurgioness art thou?
Zel.
Yes, and might be too the wound.
Fel.
Thou might'st indeed: For the most sound,
If with this object he did meet,
Might dye of a Disease that's sweet.
Zel.
Art smit?
Fel.
Not I. I'm prepossest.
Zel.
But a new, outeth an old guest.
He looks upon her amazedly.
[Page 131]What do yow gape at?
Fel.
If eternally
I do not sleep, nor All INCHANTMENT be
Which I do lay my Eyes upon, This Face
I've seen, with wonder, in another place.
She 's like the SUN in all: save that the Sun
Is sole, but ZELIDAURA is not One.
Did Nature dote so on her pieces worth,
As to give sundry Copies of it forth?
Or (which no less upon my wonder calls)
Hath that one Picture four Originals?
Zel.
Now his Brain works like Wax, and his five Wits
Relapse into their Apoplectick Fits.
I am resolved I will know his Name,
Having already broke the Ice of shame.
What so becalms thee? Grievous is the wound?
Fel.
Not, now, that of my Body.
Zel.
More profound
That of thy Soul is, thou inferr'st. Take heed
Of Sleep, for that will make it inward bleed;
And the Man's giv'n to Sleeping.
Fel.
I shall dye,
If but of wonder.
Zel.
Where doth thy pain lye?
Fel.
Just at my Heart: INCHANTMENTS are the Cause,
And absence of a Queen that gives it Laws.
Zel.
Peace: I would be contented to know less.
Fel.
'Tis she, or else her Shadow. —SHEPHERDESS
Come hither, have I seen thee before now?
Zel.
Can I tell what thy Eyes have seen?
Fel.
Hast thou
Been ever in ARABIA happily?
Aside.
Zel.
(Once, but no Happy ARABY to Me.)
To Him.
How curious to know all! I ne're was out
Of these sweet fields
Fel.
And therefore past all doubt,
They are so sweet— And how art thou call'd.
Zel.
LAURA:
Coridon's Daughter.
Fel.
Know'st thou ZELIDAURA?
[Page 132](I fear a new Intrigue) Seen thee hath she?
Zel.
Tell me thy Name, and here I promise thee
A Secret which may fully recompence
A Courtesie of greater consequence:
For to this Graunge comes ZELIDAURA oft.
And these dumb flow'rs, these murmuring springs, this soft
Consort of Nightingales, this Garden Wall,
Those circumjacent fields, LAURA and all,
Are witness to a pain she doth deplore—
But till thou have oblig'd me first, no more.
Fel.
(O jealousie! and was not Love enough?
Jealous so soon? Am I such catching stuff?)
Zel.
If it import thee to know more of this,
Say what thou art, and why thy coming is.
Aside.
Fel.
Forgive me Modesty, it doth behove
I lay thee by, to seek (not Praise, but) Love.
To Her.
Friend have your Wish.
Zel.
Begin not with
(Attend.)
Fel.
Nor with (O yes.)
Zel.
You have a merry Frend.
Fel.
A King hath PERSIA (FELISBRAVO hight)
High Envy of the GODS, MANKINDS delight,
His birth-day a few Mays have mark'd with Flowers:
The same (join'd with the drops of April show'res)
Summe up his virtues. As in LOGARISM
Nine figu [...]es makes of numbers an Abysm:
So a few Springs (as he hath order'd it)
Have multiply'd his Years to Infinit:
Who, though not full eight thousand mornings strong,
He that now wrote his Life would find it long:
His Body and his Soul are so well met,
That the best Gem, hath the best Cabinet.
[Page 133]A Veil of Love his Majesty doth shroud;
Which yet is so seen through, that the most proud
Tread upon fears, and hear their faults aloud.
He walks through the wide Fields of History:
North-Star of Kings, to steer a true Course by;
And, for their Faults, a GLASSE that will not lye.
His Hand is of two Natures: It doth hold
STEEL, that is clapt into it, lets go GOLD,
Yet strong submission wrests there out the Sword;
And, frank of Deeds, he's niggard of his Word:
Lest bashful Bounty make him say the thing
Which will not hold: For that's unlike a KING.
Lets no base whispers misinform his Youth,
Nor thinks it thrift on Trust to take up Truth.
Vice he hath none, nor any Age hath seen
Amongst so many Flow'rs so little green.
He looks on BEAUTY (pleas'd) and passes on:
A FREE PRINCE still, ev'n where she plants her Throne.
The light thereof he takes, the Fire he doth
Reject: A temperate and a glorious YOUTH!
Till some just War shall wake his sleeping Sword,
And splendid Theams to Tongues and Pens afford;
He follows peaceful War, breaks truce with Beasts.
Sloth Foe to All, but most to Royal Breasts.
The second SOL without his radiant Hair,
He sacks the Woods, dispeoples the wide Ayr:
The first ADONE, without his VENUS, Groves
He doth adorn, and peoples those with Loves.
This Prince felt never, never he LOVE'S smart,
Nor his most Golden Shaft durst wound his Heart;
Until a Captive did in Persia thunder
Such Praises of a PRINCESSE (the Worlds Wonder)
[Page 134]As stunn'd his senses, set his Heart at Bay,
'Twixt trembling boldness, and 'twixt bold dismay.
Of Wounds less mortal dy'd the Royal Slave,
Who ZELIDAURA'S Picture to him gave,
Mute Circle of two Suns. Th' inamour'd King
(Whil'st he, impatient, settles ev'ry thing
In order to come after, that his Realm
Lament not his short abscence from the Helm)
Commands my Journey to Tartaria poast,
T' inform my self whether the Picture boast
Real Perfections of her Queen. I fly,
And reach in a few days to ARABY,
Where (Mortal Frailty yielding to Sleeps pow'r)
A Villain steals it. An Inchanted Tow'r
Is interpos'd 'twixt our drawn Swords (at once
That thund'ring with its fall, and I with groans)
Thence to this Forrest we adjourn the War,
His Treason's Altar, my Revenge's Bar.
We meet; when ours so many Swords repel,
As if each Blade of Grass were one of Steel.
To lose my Picture, and not lose my Life,
I pierc'd with Woe;
And that to Poison, that to Sword, nor Knife,
My Death I owe.
To Persia dare not (for the King) return
(For coldest Hearts, when fir'd once, fiercest burn)
Who, sweetly snar'd with ZELIDAURA'S Fame,
No Love else answers, hears no other Name.
Rare SHEPHERDESSE (whether thou be the Flow'r
Of forreign Plains, or of these Hills the Tow'r)
If help thou have, or help to thee be known,
If more thou art, or canst, than thou dost own,
Pity my Woes, set my Confusions right,
Ease so great pain, shew day to so great night.
[Page 135] Aside.
Zel.
Most undoubtedly 'tis He,
Because (for more disguise) I see
His proper Praise he did not spare.
To Him.
I shall soon find it. —Thy great Care
And Courage (PERSIAN) I admire.
Couldst thou the Picture know again?
Fel.
If it take up my Thoughts entire,
And Copied in my Heart remain,
Must I not know it?
Zel.
Look on this:
And mark it well.
Fel.
Had I no Aim
By any feature, whose it is
The matchless Beauty would proclaim.
Aside.
What Bon-fires (HEART) wilt thou now make for Joy?
I would not have them less
Than my LOVE'S Flame, or those of TROY;
And monstrous, as to me, is Happiness.
A Lover is not glad,
Unless withall he's Mad:
Nor can my Gratitude expressed be
With any thing that's less than Lunacie.
I do not celebrate my Good
With so much splendour as I ought,
Nor its full worth have understood,
If this effect it have not wrought.
Zel.
He's like a Man that talks t' a Spirit
To the Picture.
Fel.
Beautiful and injur'd Shade,
More blame (I must confess) I merit,
Than past his Hour a LOVER who hath staid.
[Page 136] To Her.
Shepherdess, who gave it thee?
For, amidst varietie,
Seeing the self-same Beauty ever,
I credit, what I tremble to assever.
Zel.
Then, Persian, of a Countrey Lass
Perceive an Act a Queen might do;
Through this blind Labyrinth to pass
My Pity giving thee a Clew.
I am the Woman thou didst see,
In several shapes, in Arabie;
And who from thee this Picture stole;
And whom, if that rare King (the Soul
And Martial Glory of the Chase)
Merit the Praise thou giv'st His GRACE,
Wish thee return to Persia faster
Than thou cam'st hither, and thy Master
(The Gen'rous FELISBRAVO) tell;
He shall to TARTARY do well
To come with wings, where (if he prove
As humble, and as much in love,
As great in Courage, and high-flown)
Queen ZELIDAURA is his own:
The most exempted Heart reserving
For the Person most deserving:
And say, thou heard'st it from one LAURA,
Who heard it in this place from ZELIDAURA.
Aside.
Fel.
Shall I think my Senses true?
ZELIDAURA 'tis I view.
No, no, it is not; 'Tis my Eye
Flatters my Wishes with so sweet a Lye.
[Page 137] To Her.
Angel I go; and shall the King
Quickly to TARTARIA bring.
Zel.
It is not FELISBRAVO, no;
For he his Mask now off would throw.
What have I done? My being kind
I will retract, unless I find
This Face, this Courage, and this Meen,
In a Kings Person, to deserve a QUEEN.
Compares her with the Picture, interchangeably regarding either.
Fel.
That, of the Hand which made us all,
Picture, is thy Originall,
None, that before appeared such,
Did Face to Face avow so much.
An Egg is not more like an Egg,
Nor the Left to the Right Leg.
NATURE, that drain'd her Stores to do
One Face like this, despair'd of Two.
They descant to themselves upon ea [...]h other.
Zel.
Is this a Servant?
Fel.
Is this Laura?
I ne're was in a Maze till now.
Zel.
Then art not FELISBRAVO, thou?
Fel.
Art thou then, ZELIDAURA?
Aside.
Zel.
(His fear compels him to conceal,
My love shall prompt him to reveal,
Himself—) Sir Knight
Fel.
Fair Shepherdess,
Thy divine commands express.
Zel.
The Picture 's mine, I am not LAURA:
If thou art FELISBRAVO, follow
To the Temple of APOLLO:
I am relenting ZELIDAURA.
Exit
Fel.
[Page 138]
Suspend thy steps: With all my Heart
(Beauteous Queen) I follow thee:
(But that's already where thou art—)
As going after her, when Enter hastily, Cla­ridiana in Mans Apparel and stays him.
Cla.
Valiant King, come back to me.
Fel.
Off, Remora
Cla.
Whom hurlst thou fro thee?
Fel.
Youth, for this ill turn beshrow thee.
Cla.
Hear me, thou new Alcides.
Fel.
What
Wouldst thou with me?
Cla.
Know'st me not?
Fel.
No, nor would.
Cla.
So soon (unkind!)
CLARIDIANA out of mind?
Fel.
Me, that the Sea burneth, tell.
Cla.
Look upon me, Stranger, well.
Fel.
The Cloaths and smartness, thou put'st an,
Speak the bold language of a Man;
But that Complexion, and that Grace,
WOMAN write upon thy Face:
And one, whom I have elsewhere seen.
Cla.
Ah! Wonder not, the most distrest
Of Women, seeks of Men the best:
Of ARABIA I am Queen,
On which the Gold, that therein is,
The Name of HAPPY did bestow,
And, of PERFUMED, from her Trees
The Aromatick Tears that flow.
My Father (through whose Magick Lore
The shook Earth groan'd, and on whose back,
As on strong Atlas'is of yore,
The Heaven was a Golden Pack)
Erected there th' inchanted Tow'r,
For curious and magnificent,
Proportioned to Regal Pow'r,
And Art's Divine Astonishment,
Th' intention was to thee made known,
Then, when thou couldst not keep by WIT
That, which by Valour thou didst git;
So many Monsters overthrown.
The Duel was abruptly done,
Abruptly was the War begun,
Feign'd to be here in TARTARY
By CLARIDORO'S Jealousy.
Certain Eyes were thy North-Stars,
Which directed thy Course hither:
If Ruth, or Love, or love of Wars,
The Cause, thou know'st; I know not whether.
I staid alone: My Subjects (broke
Loose from their Duty) They, require
T' an Idol I should offer smoke,
For whom my Altar had no Fire.
Up-sighing, to the Gods, Complaints;
Heav'ns sacred pity I implore;
The Sun, surpriz'd with darkness, faints;
The Thunder in the Ayre doth roar.
My Magick-Father (reconcil'd
By her misfortunes to his Child)
Informs me how this Cabbin mean
Inshrines the Persian King serene.
Thou art the Man, thou FELISBRAVO art,
In Praise of whom Fame sings her well conn'd Part:
[Page 140] Two Worlds already with thy Name doth fill,
And makes both Poles hear plain her Trumphet shrill.
Thy Aid I crave, to thee my wrongs discover,
As thou art brave, not as thou art a Lover:
(For, tell not me of constant Lovers; such
I have heard much of, but believe not much.)
Restore CLARIDIANA to her Crown:
Thy Name will make the Loyal (who are down)
O'retop the rest. These, are the spoyls thou ow'st
To Fame's bright Temple; These, are deeds to boast
Thee, for their Author: Leave, fam'd Prince, soft thoughts,
Leave CUPID'S vain Caresses, and tame faults
Of Idleness; thy Damask Blade unsheath;
In Rest couch Ash; on which when North Winds breath
It bends (a Twig) but now (more stubborn W [...]od)
Shew's Beak of Steel, made drunk with Crimson Flood.
Arm'd, let the Field behold thee; and make blush
The shoulders of thy digg'd Bucephalus
With Foamed Spurs: In thee APOLLO bright
Be dy'd with Blood, Red Mars be guilt with Light.
My Truncheon weild with that victorious Hand:
Two Phoenixes shall then the ARABS Land
(As to immortal, as to glorious) have;
But (as to valiant) only FELISBRAVE.
Aside.
Fel.
LOVE, and HONOUR, pull two ways;
And I stand doubtful which to take:
To Arabia, Honour says,
Love says, no; thy stay here make,
HONOUR (like to lose the day)
Pity throws into her scale
LOVE, Gratitude in his doth lay;
Fearing else not to prevail.
Fair ZELIDAURA shall I flee,
Just now, when in her Grace I stand;
One of those happy Fools to be,
Who prize no bird that 's in the hand?
Aside.
So (your less Fool) a Child too, cryes
For a rich Gem, which got, the Boy
Runs after something else he spies,
And leaves his Iewel for a toy.
Deaf then to loud Musick of MARS,
To his spread Flags let me be blind.
I'm summon'd here to higher Wars:
And those are cruel, these are kind.
To wrong'd Claridiana, than
Discourteous Coward shall I prove?
Knowing my Heart (as I do) can,
Dare I, to it, such baseness move?
Not, by Courtship, not on Do [...]n;
Is acquir'd sublime Renoun:
But Prowess indefatigable
Scales Alpes and ploughs up Seas unstable.
Cla.
How long he doth debate it in his Brest?
"Slow comes Relief, where little Love doth rest.
Aside still.
Fel.
Pardon me, Zelidaure, this way I take
And (which is more) I leave thee for thy sake:
For, of thy Lover none deserves the Name,
Who will not succour a Distressed Dame.
Stand me, Arabia: If I gain the day
The Spoils at ZELIDAURA'S Feet I'll lay.
[Page 142] Enter General.
Gen.
Leave FELISBRAVO, leave the vain Alarms
Of a false HONOUR, and LOVE'S vaines Charms.
These pull proud PONTUS on thy trembling Relm.
Ev'n Courage fears, the Pilot from the Helm:
Hast home: 'Tis brav'ry past my skill t' admire,
To quench another's house, thine own on fire.
Once let not appetite prevail, not still
The worst be chose, and Reason stoop to Will.
Waste not thy years in Love, or cruel Ruth,
And weed betimes ev'n Flow'rs that choak thy Youth.
Return to PERSIA, leave Romancing, leave
Disnerving Loves, and all that may deceive
The Harvest of so fair a Spring. "The Birth
"Of Kings is to be Patterns to the Earth,
"Not blotting-papers, but to write fair by;
"Nor pleasures Slaves, or tryumphs of an Eye.
Cla.
This seems a trick. Heav'ns! That a Man should dare
To forfeit his good Manners to my Pray'r!
Fel.
GEN'RAL, well urg'd: But first I'll pay two scores:
One here, another where my Soul adores—
To Her.
CLARIDIANA comfort thy soft Brest,
Heroick Minds are try'd when they are prest.
List me thy Captain, or thy Souldier: Come
Live thou, though I dye here, and lose at home.
Gen.
Bright Persian Prince,
The WORLD will hang the Temple of thy worth
With all the Vows OPPRESSION shall rack forth.
T' ARABIA then; thy look will conquer there,
And thy Fame strike the Pontick King with Fear.
[Page 143] Aside.
Fel.
Good Courtier, but ill Lover, now am I:
I know it, but I know no Remedy.
Aside.
Cla.
I carry thee, to War against my Land:
Against my Heart to War too, underhand.
Exeunt.
Enter Zelidaura.
'Tis not, the Persian FELISBRAVE;
He would have follow'd: And if FAME
With a true Mouth his Worth proclaim,
HE (if he lov'd) my Love might have.
For he that will my Hand deserve,
Must, in a constant Soul, comprize
The understanding of the Wise.
The diligence of those that serve,
Perfections of a KING discover,
And the tremblings of a Lover.
Enter Claridoro habited like a Countrey Gentleman.
Claro.
For the Queen now
To Court to call me is no pleasure
To one who wisely minds the Plow,
And rowls in Leisure.
Sweet Solitude! still Mirth, that fear'st no wrong,
Because thou doest none! Morning all day long!
Truth's Sanctuary! Innocency's Spring!
Invention's Limbeck! Contemplation's Wing!
Peace of my Soul, which I too late pursude!
That know'st not the Worlds vain Inquietude:
Where Friends (the Thieves of Time) let us alone
Whole days; and a Mans Hours are all his own.
Happy art thou, that, unsupplanted, plantest;
Nor seest in COURT (which to thy Harm thou hantest)
Th' undoing Truth of rigid Honesty;
The profitable Lye of Flattery;
The sweet Disease of Hope, the Potion,
And bitter Health of Undeception.
Turns to her.
Madam, your pleasure (for, in haste,
A Servant call'd me, to wait on
Your Highness.)
Zel.
Diligence goes fast:
As for haste else, there was none.
The wounded Stranger, is he gone?
Claro.
Just now.
Zel.
(I ask'd that which I grieve to know)
Aside.
Went he Cur'd fully?
Claro.
Truly, No:
He stumbled o're his Health, because a Woman,
In a Mans Habilliment
(Invited by his Fame) did summon
Him, to some Action; and with Her he went.
Zel.
With a Woman?
Caro.
Yes, and one
Whose spriteliness, whose Beauty's Rays,
Whose every way perfection,
I never to the worth can praise:
And the valiant FELISBRAVE
(For so she call'd him) went with her,
So contented, brisk, and brave—
Zel.
Peace: It is too much to hear.
Treason against Love, nay High-
Treason? Together did they go?
Claro.
Together.
Zel.
Now you lye, you lye—
But (ah!) 'tis true, because it grieves me so.
[Page 145]Bid them that Fellow hither bring
I caus'd be seiz'd on.
Claro.
What means this?
But Duty says, know not the thing,
Which hidden by thy Sov'raign is.
Exit.
Zel.
A Man denies to me his Name;
Leaves me, and for another Dame,
And have I yet so much good nature
As to complain of such a Creature?
Go, thou cruel Man to me;
Hope not, I'll my self deplore
Upon thy score:
For, to form Complaints of Thee,
Were to make my favours more.
If, the meer thinking thou wert lov'd,
To remove
Thee could move,
Well thou might'st have not remov'd,
For thou wert not yet belov'd.
If my Will inclin'd a little,
Well that deserv'd thy hope to swell▪
CONFIDENCE, well;
Well, thy Vanity to tickle;
But it not deserv'd thee fickle.
Thy thus for getting, doth confess
Thou held'st the victory, secure,
Thy Tryumph sure;
For (whil'st you live) a Happiness
Is Mother of Forgetfulness.
O, froward Stars! What I, betray'd?
How can I suffer such a strange
And sudden change?
That I, whom LOVE fear'd to invade,
Object should of SCORN be made!
Ignoble Knight!
Lover unkind!
Inconstant as the Wind!
If she thy Love requite,
In mid'st of Ioyes be sterv'd,
And let unhappiness be once deserv'd.
Art thou a PRINCE? Fame lies:
"Plain dealing is for Majesties.
"A Prince will falshood flye,
"If but because it argues fear, to Lye.
Seem only wise, in that
Thou be unfortunate;
Earn neither Brass, nor Pen,
To make thee live with Men;
And let thy Name (if it in FANES they kerve)
For scorn, for pity, nor for pattern, serve.
In thee just jealousie move
A thousand ways, Another
Less lovely, less a Lover.
So short let thy sweets prove,
That thy felicity
May be an inch to measure BEAUTY by.
This (who, thy Wife to be,
Seeks, by supplanting Me)
Maist thou love her, like those that foul ones chuse:
May she love thee, as courted fair ones use:
And, if she prove a Bane,
In being immortal, let it seem my pain.
If ye shall disagree,
Live to Eternitie;
If ye love, live a year;
An hour, if fondly dear;
But, do not live a jot;
And let a Faulchion cut your NUPTIAL Knot.
Enter Rifaloro trembling.
Rif.
O that in fooling tune I were!
But, I am not in tune to fool.
By HERCULES, I have a fear,
Withall my strength, I cannot rule.
And, if Rewards for fear were set,
I those from all the World should get.
They say, 'tis ZELIDAURA'S Grace,
Whom I call'd Mad-cap to her face:
So now, must I expect the pay
Of those, who Truths to Great-Ones say.
Give me, Madam— (I recoil)
Offers to approach her, and dares not.
Thy Feet — No —
Zel.
The Servant vile,
He, for that Lye, shall feel my Thunder—
But— If a King could lye, what wonder?
Rif.
[Page 148]
A Devil, Angeliz'd, is shee.
I tremble like an Aspine Tree:
Each joint's a leaf.
Zel.
What makes this Rascal stay?
Sees him.
Oh! Is he there?
Rif.
Give— Give me (I say.)
Zel.
I'll give thee Death, Impostor. Traitor—
Lifts up her hand, as if to strike him.
Rif.
Hold Thunderbolt of Lillies—
Zel.
Traitor,
How is thy Master call'd?
Rif.
Things seem,
And are not: Man's Life is a dream—
Zel.
His Name—
Rif.
A Servant is all Ear, and sight
Zel.
I'll have his Name—
Rif.
And reason good:
PERSIANO. (I'm not understood.)
Zel.
Villain, His Name—
Rif.
I say the same
DON PERSIANO is his Name.
Zel.
Thou triflest with thy Life: Confess—
Offers at him with a Dagger.
Or—
Rif.
Hold then—
Zel.
His true Name express—
Rif.
PER—SI—A—NO— Angel, stay:
Playing with Hands, is the Clowns play.
In Cypher is his true Name writ:
And I have lost the Key of it.
Falls on his knees.
Weary not thy self, QUEEN mine:
Racks shall not force it from this Brest:
For, though to Iesting I incline;
I ne're thought Knavery a good Jest.
Zel.
A Rogue on Honours points to stand!
In thee it is a sauciness:
('Tis well I knew it before hand:)
And yet, withal, I must confess,
[Page 149]This Servant, with the Soul he hath,
Might teach his Master to keep Faith.
What a foul shame 'tis!
Rif.
By the Gods,
Those Sages, who do boast such odds
Of all the World, shall find— We Fools
Are most considerable Tools.
Zel.
The ill-deserved Name to ME
Of FELISBRAVE is known already:
Who, of Arabia, is gone to be
The petty King, and the Gallant unsteddy.
He Travail'd with CLARIDIANE.
Follow him thou (this Royal Hand
With servile Blood I scorn to stain)
And let thy Master understand;
Though he pretend t' invincible, that I
Will make him, for my trampled footstool, lye;
A Woman, in Revenge; a Soveraign,
In Courage; and a MISTRESSE, in Disdain.
Rif.
With CLARIDIANE (by JOVE)
Did he go?
Zel.
I think thou 'rt glad.
Rif.
Have I not cause, if he can love
A pair of Queens, and make them both run Mad?
The Spanish fashion hath my Vote,
In Mistresses, though not in Diet:
One goes but dully down the Throte,
Six in a Dish the modern Riot.
Zel.
If thy Doctrine, Knave, Men follow;
They had need of a great swallow.
Rif.
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Two at a clap! why, now he's somebody,
He 'as laid already the trunk-breeches by.
One, was the stint of old; our Fare now mends:
To thy Twin-Sister hast thou no Commends?
Zel.
Away, like Light'ning; tell them their Fate comes:
SCORN clears the Ways, and ANGER beats my Drums.
Rif.
This Queen knows how her Poast to chuse,
That sends a Fool with an ill News.
Exeunt.
Trumpets and Drums Sound a March, and Enter Felisbravo, General, and Claridiana, Armed, and People as an Army Marching.
Cla.
This is ARABIA.
Fel.
You Adamant Wall,
With its proud Tow'rs, at thy kiss'd Feet shall fall:
For so resolv'd (though slender) are thy Bands,
To Ammunition they will turn these Sands.
Gen.
A flying Squadron meets us on the Border,
In a loose way, without all Martial Order:
It looks like Peace.
Fel.
To overcome, procure:
"In Traitors looks no signs of Peace are sure.
Trumpets and Drums, and Enter Floranteo with People.
Flo.
Thy warlike Preparations (QUEEN) suspend:
Gay Purple button, clasp not glitt'ring Steel;
Since now, the People neither Wall defend,
Nor with Usurping Grasp, the SCEPTER feel.
Enter thy lofty PALACE, Roof'd with Gold;
Thy little-spoil'd though much profan'd ABODES;
Chuse, where thou lik'st; and in calm Peace grow old:
"'Tis ill Rebelling against Kings, or Gods.
Not, to disturb it FLORANTEO came;
But, thy disturbed Kingdom, to recover:
To kiss thy hand, as of his Soveraign Dame;
Not, challenge it, as thy presumptuous Lover.
Cla.
Rise, and be second to thy thankful Queen.
Flo.
Wear this Gold-Crown first, wreath'd with Laurel-green,
And Olive, which thy Birth, and Virtue, give:
Live long our QUEEN!
All.
CLARIDIANA, live!
Enter Rifaloro with a Poast-whip in his hand.
Rif.
Rare Post-horses! in less than half an hour
To bring me hither from TARTARIA?
My own Barbs (lay'd) would have conveigh'd me slower:
Nor could I have come sooner in a Play.
The Woman is a Harpie: O! that I
Were one of your Wind-mongers, that Cry News;
To relate mine, with strange Romancery:
But, I have no Alliance with those Iews.
Here are Soldiers— That, is hee!
Sir, your Foot; and take my Knee.
Fel.
These Armes, my RIFALORO— Where hast been?
What hast thou done, since thou by me wert seen?
Rif.
The Story's long: Some other tell it Thee,
Who hath no Wit to spoil his Memorie.
Rowse, Sir, with thicker Steel your Breast immure:
Nor FELISBRAVO, nor ARABIA now,
Nor the spectator World, can be secure
From ZELIDAURA; who, because that thou
Deny'st to her thy Name, and she 's alarm'd
With your joint-journey, comes with Terrours Arm'd.
Fel.
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Thou Slave (it seems) made of the coursest Clay,
A Secret so important didst betray.
But, I'm right serv'd—
Rif.
This 'tis now, to know any
Secret, of one, who tells it unto many.
Fel.
This 'tis, when Kings consort themselves with Grooms.
Rif.
Help (Masters) or, if not, Might, Right o'recomes.
Gen.
What is the matter?
Rif.
Nothing, but the King
Pays Honesty her Wages: A fine thing
It is, to look on; a rare decking (sure)
For a Rich Man; but, 't will undo a poor;
And be suspected too. So counterfet
Seems the best Iewell when 'tis meanly set.
All, I have gain'd, by being true, was (There)
A Iayl, a Dagger at my Bosome; (Here)
This, which you see. 'Tis time to rest (say I)
And cast safe Anchor upon Knavery.
Fel.
In what a leaking Butt
Have I my Secret put!
No (angry Fair One) No: Not, of thy Blade,
My Life; but, of thy Doubt, my Love 's afraid.
Rif.
Thus, do good Actions shine? Is this, the Meed
To faithful silence is decreed?
This of being an honest Man,
Is a lean Office; with Fees none:
It will not keep a Gentleman,
Without some other good Means of his own.
The Foe, in Reason, cannot far off be;
For ZELIDAURA Marches furiouslie.
Cla.
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Come all TARTARIA with her; here she stands,
Will welcome Her, more Valiant, and less vain:
That barb'rous Warriouress shall, of these Hands,
The Trophy be, the scorn, and the disdain.
Our Self is General.
Gen.
Great ATLAS quakes,
A trepidation of the Spheres it makes,
To hear that sound from thee; who, in these Wars,
Wilt Muster Flow'rs, and Lead an Host of Stars.
Fel.
I'll view their Camp, and compt the Enemy.
Cla.
Such a SPY is quickly spy'd:
I tear thy danger.
Fel.
'Twas Wisdom put out POLYPHEMO'S Eye;
That Mountain of swoln Pride.
Come (RIFALORO) by thy Masters side.
Rif.
I fear thy Anger:
Thou tell'st it in this AUDIENCE; would'st go hid:
Points to the Spectators.
They, tell it ZELIDAURA: Then I'm chid.
Gen.
What AUDIENCE? The Man dreams— I go with thee.
Rif.
Yes, Let my Fellow go; and I will be
Thy LEIDGER here
Flo
Sir, let me beg the Honour—
Fel.
By no means (FLORANTEO:) Wait upon her
Fair Majesty. Fear is to me unknown:
And mine 's a Business best perform'd alone.
Aside.
Cla.
(I think no less, and hide my fear in vain
Under the silence of my Virgin shame)
Fel.
'Tis Fear, makes Mortals peep through their disguise:
Unseen, we 'll thrid Our Person through their Eyes.
Come, RIFALORE.
Rif.
Not I, one of course Earth
Consort with KINGS? A Slave of Dunghil Birth?
[Page 154]I renounce Honesty, I pray your Grace
Chuse a new Fool, and tye that to the PLACE.
Cla.
Less of the LOVER than the BRAVE it shows,
Thy self to such wild dangers to expose.
Let common Soldiers hazzard in this kind:
"VALOUR, within due bounds, should be confin'd.
Fel.
If known, I would not fear an Hoast of Men;
Though Arm'd with Fire and Horrour: March on, then.
Dangers I court, and all that Dangers brings:
"For Bullets bear a Reverence to Kings.
Trumpets.
A March.
Exeunt.
Sound Trumpets and Drums, and Enter Zelidaura, Claridoro, Roselinda, and Soldiers.
Zel.
Now, CLARIDORO, on Arabian Mould
We tread, and have the Enemy in view.
Claro.
Since so much Beauty fights thy Cause, be bould
To write; I CAME, WAS SEEN, AND DID SUBDUE.
Zel.
Not Love, but Honour, made me March thus far.
A Queen's it is, and not a Woman's War.
If I o'recome, I'll scorn them, as I live:
"Two Victories; to Conquer, and Forgive;
"On ground that's hard, 'tis easie ground to win:
"But feet, which tread upon the soft, sink in.
Claro.
THE CAUSE I never ZELIDAURA scann'd,
It must be good which thou dost take in hand:
And, doubt the Conquest, where thou present art,
No more, than whether I should take thy part,
Whose Services are Debts to thee; and when
Thou lett'st me pay thee one; that one grows ten.
[Page 155]Thy heav'nly force is unto me so known,
That, though great MARS in SOL's bright Armour shone,
I' th' adverse Camp; I should not fear the day:
For BEAUTY stole one's Sword, the other's Ray.
But, for thy pardon— That, may spared be:
What greater Death, than to be scorn'd by thee?
Enter a Captain bringing Felisbravo in the Habit of a Coun­trey Boor or Clown.
Capt.
Madam, This Clown, who seems a SPY,
I bring before thy Majesty:
That thou, from him, maist draw, and know,
The Strength, and Posture, of the FOE.
Zel.
Whom see I? Is't not FELISBRAVE?
'Tis Anger, and not Love, did grave
His Visage here; and my Revenge's Eyes
Have pick'd him out of his obscure Disguise.
Ros.
A SPY thou well might'st think him; feel,
He hath his Cassock lin'd with Steel.
A GENTLEMAN, at least, by this.
Zel.
No, no, a Clown I'm sure he is.
Speak for thy self, art thou not one?
Fel.
A Clown in my Attire alone.
Zel.
In one thing more ('twixt me and you)
Thou sleep'st to One, and wak'st to Two.
Fel.
Me, does your Worship know?
Zel.
At last;
For there is a distance vast
Betwixt a CLOWN'S Tongue, and his Mind:
And his Faith is hard to find.
Fel.
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Dissembling words, and little faith,
Boast, they COURTLY Vices are:
"Nothing more CLOWNISH is, than wrath;
"And Revenge, that none will spare.
Wade not in doubts too far, th' effect
Of which, is bitterness, and rue:
"For (let me tell you) to suspect,
"Is, a kind of sleeping too.
Do not wake JEALOUS: For, indeed,
'Tis courteous baseness, and no other.
Nor borrow, of thy Clownish Weed,
The MALICE, that, is us'd to cover.
He never fled, who wheels about:
And He, who (born for higher Ends)
Did best, when he lay under doubt;
Gallantly his Faith defends.
And He, whose worth in ev'ry thing
(In this I will appeal to LAURA)
Proclaims him not a perfect King,
Deserves not to love ZELIDAURA.
Zel.
CLOWN, or SPY, or what thou wilt,
Think not t' appease me thou art able:
For justifying a known Guilt,
With Women is impardonable.
Aloud.
Tell me (Lab'ring-Man) how strong
Is CLARIDIANA?
Fel.
Hear—
Aside.
(Heavens! how it thunders Vengeance from her Tongue?
Yet still 'tis Musick to my Ear.)
[Page 157] Aloud.
ARABIA being reduc'd to her obedience,
She hath two Armys of old Soldiers,
Beat to the Trade of WAR; valiant, and disciplin'd;
In suff'ring, noble: and in acting, bold:
The GODDESSE-QUEEN (whose Beauty doth eclipse
The brightest lustre of the mid-day Sun)
Comes for the GENERAL; and in her alone is
NARCISSUS joyn'd with SOL; MARS with ADONIS.
From a Sphere, crown'd with plumes (like Summers Clouds
When the Day feels a Light'ning before Death,
Or Gardens in the Air)
Arm'd with a heav'nly Anger, she discovers
In THETIS Body great ACHILLES's Soul.
Her Sword cuts more than all those of her Army;
Her Beauty more victorious, then her Sword:
For where's the life so sure that Love can pick
No hole in it, which would not soon surrender
It self into her hands, without more strife,
To sue out a new grant to be a life?
With gallant grace she traverses the Field
Upon a Horse, that pays the vanity,
Infus'd into the Bruit by his fair Burthen,
With mettle, and with motion that keeps time:
His swiftness calls him DART, his striking fire
A THUNDER-BOLT, his colour and his gate
Majestick SWAN. Like a SHIP under sail,
Tossing the foam up, proudly he doth go,
With Plumes for Streamers, ARGOSIE of Snow.
Zel.
With great LATONA'S Off spring do not brag,
Least thou be turn'd t' a weeping stone.
Say, 'tis a fine fore-handed Nag,
That hath his paces every one:
And lacks (to do a thousand pranks)
Only, to have been foal'd on BETIS Banks.
Here's trapping out a Horse withal my heart,
Why, 'twould make one his Bridle break:
SNOW, SHIP, SWAN, STREAMERS, THUNDERBOLT, and DART?
Troth, go but one step more, and make him speak.
A Description call'st thou this?
In blank Verse (of all four lame)
With equal Tropes, and Emphasis,
To Cry a Beast up, and a Dame?
Fel.
Her BEAUTY then she brings along:
And that's ten thousand Graces strong.
Zel.
Flat jealousie in my Face hurl'd?
(The greatest Clown'ry this i' th' World!)
If, that, I brought, I by did throw;
Shall I catch this he throws me? No,
Let CLARIDIANA come;
With her, her BEAUTY, and her FELISBRAVE;
In ev'ry thing I'll her o'recome:
Ev'n in this too, that less of vain I'll have.
Back, FELISBRAVO; put into each Troop
As much of Courage, as I hope to quail:
To whom thy Fear, and not thy Love, shall stoop;
And I, by Force, not Beauty, will prevail.
Thou art my Pris'ner (foolish Man)
Conquer'd by putting this shape an.
But 'tis not thou shalt pay me: 'Tis my boast,
To pay my self, that which to me thou ow'st.
Fight well to day: Since thou dost love
CLARIDIANE;
Let not Twain
Thee reprove;
One Woman call thee Coward, t' other
Twit thee with perfidious LOVER.
But, this I'll say; had I lov'd thee,
Thou would'st not thus have used mee:
Nor durst have acted such a valiant Sin,
As unto Me UNGRATEFUL to have bin.
Fel.
Madam, how high an obligation
This lays on me, and on my passion!
A Servant now, that takes no Wages of thee:
But LOVES THEE (why?) only to love thee.
In the hearing of the rest.
—Hear me, ZELIDAURA—
Zel.
Turn
This Fellow back to his own Camp:
And (with my glitt'ring Bands) though these Woods burn,
Though, on these plains, my numbers strike a damp.
Tell FELISBRAVO; CLARIDORE, and I,
Without or MARS, or SOL, their Pow'rs defie.
Aside.
Fel.
Ev'n her Anger, O! how sweet!
I hope my self yet, at her Feet
To prostrate Victory— But no,
To Her.
Her Eyes will snatch it first— I go.
Set thy People in Array.
Zel.
This, CLARIDORO, is thy day.
Claro.
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Where thou art, all things must go well.
Zel.
Sound an Alarum.
Fel.
Tole my Knell.
Trumpets a little.
Exeunt.
Enter General with his Sword drawn.
Gen.
Bloody perdition, tyrannizing yoake,
Grim War, that strewd'st with Carcases the way
To th' first Injustice, which free Mortals broke,
And Iron Scepter plac'd in hand of Clay:
Barbarous Trade, so murmur'd at in vain,
To spur the fiery Coursers of pale Death,
As if Time flagg'd, as if to be humane
Were not Disease enough to stop our Breath.
But, though thou (WAR) art dire, art full of dread;
There is a Feud more dire, more dreadful far,
When BEAUTY's bloody Flag (hang'd out and spread
In Virgins Cheeks) proclaims a scornful War.
Love, let me rather be a rough-hand's Prize,
Than the soft Captive of insulting Eyes.
Enter Rifaloro with his Sword drawn.
Rif.
They March to shock these Girls, some small Wit now
Would Lids of Marchpane call, Caesars of Snow.
Gen.
Why, Rifaloro, Went'st not with Him, Thou?
'Tis not well done to fail thy Duty so.
To jest out faults is an uncomely thing.
Rif.
Can I (that from the Trojan BRUTUS spring)
That vaunt great Blood, I have much Blood I spill,
Be wanting to the Huff, to the Punctil
Of Honour? Being of the Mountains too,
In which the HECULESSES always grew?
Gen.
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Art thou a BRITTON then?
Rif.
So brags each one
That would write Gentleman, when he is none.
This day shall set the King high on my score;
For, such an honest Man is RIFALORE,
So faithful to his Master, that a Trim
Map of Misfortune might be made of him.
And (see the fate which still attends upon it!)
The scurvy Poet, giving each a SONNET,
Leaves only me without— But, by the faith
Of a MAHUMETAN, since thus he hath
Provok'd me to 't, upon his skirts I'll sit:
Damme all his Matter, 'cause in Verse 'tis writ:
And, in defiance of the TRIPLE THREE,
Promote a Law, importing, that, to bee,
Or not to be, a POET; shall suffice
To prove, past doubt, one is not, or is, wise.
Gen.
Stand, RIFALORO, to thy Arms: The Drums
Do beat a Charge, and FELISBRAVO comes.
Rif.
St. whom invoke they?
Gen.
MARS, the God of Wars.
Rif.
St. GEORGE for Vs, the Garter'd English MARS.
Exeunt.
Enter Marching at one Door Claridiana, as with an Army, Drums and Files, and her self in the Reare with a Truncheon, and Fe­lisbravo by her side; At the other Door Zelidaura in like manner, with Claridoro before her all Armed,
Cla
Valiant ARABIANS, let these barb'rous Troops
(Men built to serve) their bending Foreheads yield:
As, with a fierce South Wind, an Army stoops
Of drowsie Poppies in a barren field.
Zel.
Food for your Steel brave Sons of Tartarie)
Let these so [...]t Peasants of Arabia be:
For, ill can brook the glitt'ring of a Sword,
A Countrey only famous for a Bird.
Cla.
[Page 162]
In our contention now, not Mars,
But CUPID is the God of Wars.
And (turn'd to tears) thy proud disdain
Puts Love in Arms, makes HEAV'N complain.
If thy coming be to wring
From me the famous Persian King;
Though I do love him, I esteem
From thee t' have got him, more than him.
For, 'mongst my Glories, I less prize
My Conquest, than thy HUE and CRYES.
Zel.
To pull this fickle Prince from thee,
Is Honour, and not Love, in me:
For, with so false a Lover, know,
I'll part at all times to a Foe.
To give to him, no hand I bring;
But feet, on both your necks to print:
For, in my greatest Conquering,
And utmost of tryumphing in 't,
Having first punish'd his Inconstancie,
For more Revenge, I'll after give him Thee.
Offers to Charge and Felisbravo throws himself at her Feet.
Fel.
ZELIDAURA, hold thy Hand:
Conquer not twice a Man unmann'd.
She needs not Weapons, that is fair:
He needs not Death, who hath despair.
Already, of thy generous Feet
I kiss the yoak. In the most sweet
And glorious Cause of LOVE, let my life owe
To me, the divine choice to lose it so.
Zel.
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Rise; hence; begone; I will not have thee dye
At thy Election, nor in Courtesie,
But, by my Fauchion: Not, like FELISBRAVE,
Not, my devoted, but my conquer'd Slave.
Cla.
Stay, Traitor, where thou art: Reveng'd I'll be
Both on the proud, and on the humble: THEE
I'll conquer, and forget; and both your Hearts
(Transfixt with other, than with am'rous Darts)
Under my vext feet trample—
Rif.
Well plaid, Girls:
Mastiffs of Ivory! Dragons of Pearls.
Fel.
I'll have no Battail.
Cla.
The whole Earth a Lake
Of Blood, and Scene of Horrour, I will make.
Rif.
O how Sir Poll, my Grandsire would cry ('S Bears!)
Kings and Queens seen together by the Ears!
Well, there 's no flinching now; my strengths I summon:
To see the last Man born and the last Woman.
Zel.
Sound, Sound a Charge.
Cla.
Lock with the Foe.
Fel.
Hold—
Claro.
Charge them home—But, the Heav'ns (loe!)
Rash the Clouds open.
Rif.
Monsieur JOVE
Throws (thund'ring) 'twixt them his steel Glove.
Sound Drums and Trumpets, and let Mars pass over the Stage in a Chariot drawn with Lyons, having in his hand a fiery Lance.
Mars.
CLARIDIANA (second Phoenix of
Arabia) and thou Tartarian QUEEN
(In whom alone pride is not folly) I
Who (General of Heav'n, and Earths Protector
Suppress'd the proud Rebellion of the Gyants
In Pilegra's Plains: I, who in burning TROY
(Supplying the bold Greeks with fire and sword)
Saw frighted Xanthus scud 'twixt [...]ks of Cyndar [...]
[Page 164] I, who (through Romes revenging fury) saw
Of the great Carthage scarce one stone remaining
For a dumb witness that she once had been:
I, who upon Iberian Walls beheld
Turbants for Battlements, and Barb'ry Mares
Turn'd loose into the Andalusian Corn:
Now (a PEACE-MAKER) bring, not signs of Wars,
But Leagues confirm'd with Characters of Stars.
The Gods (who call you by a hid impulse
To people the grave Temple, and wast Grove
Of the most chast best Goddess) know, the WORLD
Has not a Prince deserves so high perfections:
For Heav'n is stuck all o're with injur'd Beauties.
Thou, gallant CLARIDORO, Rule (as King)
Great Tartary; and FLORANTEO, thou
Reign in the famous and the fair Arabia.
For the most Valiant Knight, and perfect Lover
(Though ZELIDAURA know not this, or will not)
Let the Great KING of Persia be Crown'd.
Queens lay down Arms; for (to make War on Beasts)
From painted Quivers, at your shoulders hung,
Of Shafts a flying Squadron will suffice.
DIANA'S Nuns are coming to receive you,
Their Heads with Olive, Flowers, and Laurel bound.
This, in the rolling chambers of the Spheres,
The glorious Heptarchie of Heav'n ordains
By a Law always just, always inviolable.
Drums and Trumpets.
Fel.
Hold, MARS divine; for thou (both Judge and Party)
Envy'st my Flame, whose object doth as far
Outshine thy Mistress, as the Sun a Star!
Claro.
Stay, Soveraign MARS, I'd rather be, than have
The whole Worlds Empire, ZELIDAURA's Slave.
Flo.
[Page 165]
I, from this sentence, to those Gods appeal,
Who feel more love, or more compassion feel.
Zel.
Princes, resist not Heav'n; for still ye may
Love, without hope; and that's the noblest way.
Cla.
I reverence it, and adore its Laws.
Rif.
A foolish ending! Were 't not just
(Into a Cloyster if they must)
Heav'n for these Virgins, did reserve
Some portions, that they may not sterve
When they repent them? And, must not,
After their Dames the Damsels trot?
Ros.
The Damsels stay, for visible Example
To a bad World, in which they are a TEMPLE
And CLOYSTER to themselves, meaning to live
Not less austere, though less contemplative.
Fel.
I always lov'd thee only, for Love's Cause
And Joy, a glimpse of Hope once blest mine Eyes
Which on his Altar I may sacrifice.
Claro.
Thou, ZELIDAURA, shalt still guide the Helm:
Whilst I am still the Defender of thy Relm.
To Claridiana.
Flo.
And thou shalt be ARABIA'S Queen, and mine.
Zel.
"Virtues are Kingdoms at DIANA'S Shrine.
If so, then their Possessions greatest call
Who dispossess themselves of All.
Cla.
Crown FLORANTEO.
Soldiers.
Thy Feet kisses
Crown Him.
ARABIA: Live Crown'd with Blisses.
[Page 166] Crown Claridoro.
Live, CLARIDORO.
Claro.
Cry
Dye, CLARIDORO, dye.
The Temple opens.
Cornets.
Gen.
The TEMPLE opes, the Air rejoices,
Gay Nymphs present sweet Flow'rs and Voices.
They sing within.
Live, Fair Ones, for your Selves, whilst the Men do
Think it enough, if They may Dye for You.
The Queens enter the Temple from whence many Nymphs come forth to receive them, and therein let Diana appear.
Zel.
I, born was, for my Self alone.
Cla.
The Altar now shall be my Throne.
Claro.
My Love doth no reward pretend.
Flo.
My torment ne're will have an end.
Fel.
"TO LOVE ONLY TO LOVE, is Love,
"Like that w' are lov'd with from above:
"He that hopes, no Love doth bear.
Claro.
Then what should he, that hopes not, fear?
Rif.
It remains now
Gen.
What now remains?
Rif.
That the Magnifick POET give
Some Thirty Mannours all with large Demains
Amongst the Actors upon which to live;
And do in any Case declare
That All our Worships Cosen Germans are.
Gen.
[Page 167]
What a Conceipt of a stale date!
Rif.
SIR (for now Men say not, STATE)
Here endeth the PLAY
Of for Ever and Aye;
Tiring Female and Male,
Without a Marriage in the Tayle;
And this it doth git
By being Penn'd without Wit.
FINIS Of the Dramatick ROMANCE OF To LOVE only to LOVE.

Immediately upon pronouncing the last words, the Temple or Throne ascended to the Place where it was before (viz the upper Tower of the Castle) and in it Zelidaura and Claridiana seated on either side the Goddess, also some Nymphs; and at the same time (Trumpets and Drums Sounding) the two Armies went Marching off at several doors, the Comedy ending there; and the Festival in a Dance, after the manner of a Tournament by

  • The Lady Mary Gusman,
  • The Lady Anne Sandi,
  • The Lady Margarite Zapata,
  • The Lady Margarite Tavara,
  • The Lady Mary Cutinio,
  • The Lady Frances Tavara,

All Armed in Mens Apparel, and the Dance being ended all the Instruments Sounded out at once.

FIESTAS de ARANIVEZ: …

FIESTAS de ARANIVEZ: FESTIVALS REPRESENTED AT ARANVVHEZ BEFORE THE KING and QUEEN of SPAIN, In the Year, 1623.

To Celebrate The BIRTH-DAY of that KING, Philip IV.

Written in Spanish by Don Antonio de Mendoza.

Translated into English, Anno 1654.

London, Printed by WILLIAM GODBID, 1670.

FESTIVALS OF Aranwhez.

The Site of Aranjuez.

ARANVVHEZ is the Recreation of the Kings and Queens of Spain, One and Twenty Miles from Madrid, the Court thereof; a Sear, which makes it credulity even to believe ones Eyes, the more seen, the more wondered at, and which in its natural simplicity, would rather have scorn'd, than admitted of Art, had not the Greatness of the Owners made it beholding to them for what was impossible, adorning it not only with a sumptuous Building (which, not exceeding the proportion of a Villa, or Countrey-House, deserves [Page 2] the Name of a Pallace-Royal) but also with transcen­dent Culture, in which there is a constant variety; what in the Luxuriancy of its Gardens, what in the Gallantry of its Mea­dows, which, for Flowers, Birds, and Plants, leave nothing to be admired in the strangeness of the most remote Provinces; (that being there common, which is singular in every of them;) and what in the excellency of its Groves, which, peopl'd with all manner of Game, and Beauty, excuse no Royal Enter­tainment.

The Fields of Aranjuez.

THe least of its Beauty is under the Charge of two the most celebrated Rivers of Castile; Xarama, which dilated through the Fields hereof, begins their Fer­tility, and with a gentle Plain, Crown'd with Corn and Fruits, draws the first respect to the Majesty of its Master, defended by that respect, better than by the watching of so numerous Guards; (for, in so vast Limits, in vain would be the Care of many, if they were not kept by the veneration of All;) the Courage of the Bulls thereof giving the second estimation to the Borders of this River, which (civil to Tagus) retires it self, leaving to him the upper and nearer place, and afterwards Duty more than Custom carries it to joyn with him, making him greater, not more beautiful.

The Garden of the Isle.

THis Seat (which will always seem an Hyperbole to the Ear, and a Deception to the Eye, being only used the two best Moneths (serving the other ten, only for a complaint to as many as behold it, that it should lye fallow the rest of the year) contains amongst many other Miracles of amoenity a Garden, which Tagus embraces with [Page 3] two Currents, sometimes in suspence, some times hasty, sha­ping it an Isle, and serving it for a Wall, over which the Trees are one way delightful Battlements, another, they are flow'ry Margents. Amidst the intricacy of the matted Hearbs, of the Galleries of Flowers, of the Meandrian Wildernesses, of the diversified Plats, of the Crystal Fountains (Competitors in Plenty and Novelty) there is reserv'd a most beautiful Space, which hath the openness of a Market-place, and wants not the pleasantness of a Forrest. This the Queen made choice of to Celebrate therein (with the greatest Magnificence that any Age hath seen, boast what it will the Roman Ostentation) the happy Birth-day of Our Soveraign Lord the King, the Seven­teenth Year of his flourishing Age, and the Second of his most blessed Reign.

One of the greatest things of which is composed the Majesty of the Kings of Spain is, the Splendour of their Court, in which they do more surpass the other Princes of the World, than even in having under their Command so many Kingdoms; and the chief Point of this Splendour consists in that of their Maids of Honour, who, being Daughters of great Lords and Gentlemen, the veneration of all Men gives them new Au­thority, by themselves preserved in such manner, that they find respect and applause wherever they appear: For there needs nothing else to make it a Festival Show at any time, than that they will permit themselves to be look'd upon. And now on this Occasion to Solemnize the Kings Birth-day, and Wait upon the Queen, they excell'd themselves in bravery, both of Cloaths and Carriage.

These Representations, which refuse the vulgar Name of Comedies, and aspire to that of Opere, to describe how they were performed by the Court (the Eclipse, rather than Imi­tator, of the Ancient Stage, upon which Italy values it self at this day) would require a better Pen than mine: But to stay to seek one could worthily Write it, were to Damme it to per­petual [Page 4] Silence; since the most exact and elegant must claim a part in my diffidence: Anothers Command (not my Presumpti­on) embarks me in this Narrative, though not witty, yet true; and now I write it with jealousie that I shall wrong the Story: But nothing can set it forth like a punctual telling it.

Many Circumstances-make me suspitious of my self, and two amount to fear; the poverty of words to describe the brave Cloaths, which are distinguishable only by their Co­lours, and here all being reduc'd to Gold and Silver, that falls out to be rich, which a Revalation would have various ***

THe Court was divided into two Squadrons, to make the Festivals distinct; of the first the Queen was Cap­tain, who with her Greatness render'd it worthy of her Self; and of the second was Captain the Lady Leonora Pimentel, a Dame of a transcendent Wit, and who with that alone might promise her self equality, if it had been possible.

The Fabrick of the Scenes.

TO Erect the Scenes for the Opera of Her Majesty came to Aranjuez Captain Iulius Caesar Fontana, chief Engineer and Superintendent of the Fortifications of the Kingdom of Naples, Son to that so celebrated Artichitect of the Fabricks of Sextus Quintus, and Artificer comparable with his Father. There was raised a Theatre of 150 Foot long, and 78 in breadth, and seven Arches on each side with Pilasters, Cor­nishes and Battlements, of Dorick Work, and on the top of those certain Galleries with Balasters of Gold, Silver, and Blew, which compass'd the whole, and the same susteined [Page 5] seventy Massie Candlesticks holding white Wax Torches and Tapers innumerable, with certain Pillars imboss'd at the Corners of them ten Foot high, upon which was fastened a Canopy in imitation of a clear Night, when a multitude of Stars break out of a gloomy shadow, and upon the Stage, two Figures of a large proportion, which served for imaginary Gyants; and to correspond with the Frontispiece, and by the Cornishes of the open Galleries, many Statues of Brass, and pendant from the Arches, certain Globes of Crystal, which made great Lights; and round about Benches for Gentlemen, with a most beautiful Rail to keep out the Common-people. In the midst a Throne, upon which were the Chairs of the King, and of the Princes Don Carlos, and Don Fernando, his Brothers: Below them again Foot-paces, on which Carpets with Cushi­ons, for the Ladies and Damsels. There was form'd a Moun­tain of fifty foot broad, and eighty in circumference, which was made to split it self into two, and, though it was so vast in bulk, yet one Man moved it with much ease. It cover'd the Scene, and was of the same Dorick Work, and it had an Ascent by many Steps to a spatious Cave, peopled with many wild Beasts. What this Mountain hid shall be revealed, when we speak of the Scenes, as they served in their proper places of the Mask.

The Subject was the Glory of Niquea, notorious in the Books of Amadis; it was written for the height of the Court, as knowing the little liberty which that affords to the Muses, and the great Caution wherewith these Virgins of Parnassus must there demean themselves, the want of which knowledge occasions many absurdities to those Poets (how eminent soever in other respects) who have been bred far from the severity of that School.

The Festival was appointed for St. Philips Day, but the embroylment of so much Fabrick deferr'd it till Whit-Monday, by which time all was in perfection. At the shutting in of day [Page 6] Tapers were lighted, equivocating Night. All took their places, who had leave to see, which was granted sparingly. For as to have indulged a general Liberty, would have caused great confusion, by the People that would have flocked from Madrid, so the Court-Attendance alone, of their Majesties, and their Highnesses, was enough, not to want Spectators if that had been the thing;) yet those who came unlicensed were not ex­cluded, least so justifiable an Ambition should be condemn'd, as to desire to see Festivals prepared by so great a Queen, in Honour of a King so Glorious, and moreover their own. He being now out of Mourning for his Great Father, which he ob­served so religiously, that till the Year was over, even, the last Day, the first of his sorrow. The Ladies and Damsels, then present at Aranjuez, fill'd both the Strado's, the one the Coun­tess of Olivarez, and the Lady Frances Clanit, Wife of Don Balthazar de Zumiga, the Marchioness of Castel Rodrigo, and the Lady Margarita de Melo her Daughter, and the Coun­tess of Barajas; the other, the Lady Iane of Arragon, and the Lady Leonora Pimentel, Donna Anna Bazan, Donna Maria Lande (chief Mother of the Maids) the Lady Mar­garita de Tabara, and the Countess of Castro Duennas, i. e. Widows of Honour.

The beginning of the Festival.

A Noise of Trumpets and Sackbuts gave the Sign, when the King and his Brothers came forth to take their Seats, and presently entered upon the Stage many Violins, and with them the Court Dancing-Master, and (the Minstrels gi­ving scope to their Instruments) two doors flew open, and there began a Gallant Mascarade.

The Mascarade.

THe first Couple that sallied, Dancing, was the Ladies Sophia and Luysa Benavides, in Hungartins of Cloth of Silver, clingcant with Azure, the Seams laid thick with Passemans of Silver, and two pair of Wings and Kirtles of the same stuff, the same Passemans covering all the ground, Sleeves of Cloth of Silver cut upon Azure, Cloth of Silver Mantles hanging on their Shoulders by three Roses of Diamonds, many Jewels and Flowers in their Head-Dresses, Pyramided in a Mountain of Plumes of both Colours, black Masks, and white Torches.

The Lady Maria Coutixio, and the Lady Catherine Velasco, in the same Habit, save that the Cloth of Silver was distin­guish'd with Orange; and in like manner the rest of the Squa­drons, only differenced by the Colours.

The Lady Anne Sande, and the Lady Margarit Zapata, Cloth of Silver Green.

The Lady Leonora Gusman, and the Lady Anna Maria de Guevara, Cloth of Silver Carnation.

The Lady Maria de Tabora, and the Lady Constanza de Rybeyra, Cloth of Silver White.

The Lady Luysa Carilio, and the Lady Anna Maria de Acunia, Cloth of Silver Black and White.

There Enterings were most sprightly, the Knots of the Mascarade with graceful Novelty: They Danced it to the admiration of all, and howbeit these Ladies were of different Squadrons, they agreed in giving a most Illustrious Beginning to the Festival. They ended the Mascarade, and in the same Habits, accompanied by the Major-Domo's and Mothers of the Maids, or Duenia's, sate themselves down upon their re­spective Strado's.

The Chariot of the River Tagus.

A Second time the Musick of the Minstrils gave notice of another Novelty, and through a wide Arch entered a Crystal Chariot, Crown'd with Lights and variety of Boughs, and therein many Naiades, and Napean Nymphs, Clad after the manner of the Countrey, and (seated in a Throne) the River Tagus, represented by the Lady Marga­rita de Tavora, Menina to the Queen, and her Habit was this, a Cassack of Blew Tynsel, and a Mantle of the same water'd, and Silver Ribbons, also embroyder'd over with Silver Snakes, the Sleeves of Blew Sattin slash'd, and drawn through with Cloth of Silver, a bunch of Plumes White and Blew, and the Mantle sliding from the Shoulders, but held by three Roses of Diamonds, and a Garland of Flowers upon her Head; she descended from the Chariot, and mounted the Stage, attended by the Nymphs, and, in the name of the cir­cumjacent Fields, welcomes the King, rendring His Majesty many humble Thanks for glorifying them with His Presence.

The Chariot of April.

THe Musick return'd, through another opposite Arch en­tered in a Chariot the Month of April, usher'd by the Sign Taurus, with all those Flowers that make him the the Spring of the Year, and with as much Light as might make him the Years Morning; and from the top (representing him, and that to the advantage) the Lady Franscisca de Tabara (Menina to the Infanta) with a Cassack and Mantle of rich Cloth of Silver Carnation, sew'd with Roses, wrought by hand, of several Colours, and Sleeves quilted with Roses, and a Veil of Silver, a Head-dress of Roses, a Sphere of Plumes, Crown'd with Flowers, and the Mantle held upon the Shoulders [Page 9] by three Roses of Diamonds: He drave his Chariot into the Theatre it self, and there (having first saluted the River) with modest assurance repeated certain Stanza's of much Wit and sharpness, and pronounced with more, giving a new Soul to the Verses (now the second time excellent) and, without danger of Flattery, due Praises to the King and his Brothers, April and Tagus accompanied with their Nymphs retired themselves.

The Flight of the Eagle.

TIme pass'd over the Stage upon an Eagle of Gold, repre­sented by the Lady Antonia de Acunia, who by way of Prophecy, in Elegant Verses, reminded His Majesty of the Glorious Deeds of His Ancestors, and warm'd his forward Courage with so great Examples and desires to imitate them, ani­mating him to follow their generous steps, already well advanced in by his Illustrious Beginnings. Propos'd to him, that since Africk, Europe, and America, respected his Banners, he would make Asia fear them, disused for so many Ages past to Christian Arms, which now began to receive at the Sound of his Name. Thank'd him for his early Valour, and the great Anticipation upon his Age, having already Reign'd in One Year many Cen­turies, served by two Ministers of State, so zealous of his Glory, and of the Splendour of his Actions, of whose Vir­tues and Profoundness the most ample Relation might savour something of Affection and Love, but nothing either of Flat­tery or Errour. The accurateness of the Stanza's could not complain of being discompos'd one jot in the Acting, nor did the few Years of the Lady Antonia apprehend the least scruple in the World to represent Time. The Eagle ascended above the whole Fabrick of the Theatre with an Artifice so well dis­sembled, that the Flight was seen all the while, but not how it was done. She vanish'd; at the instant, on the top of all the Fabrick, the Trunks of three Trees open'd, and three Nymphs appeared Singing: They were the Lady Mary of Arragon [Page 10] (Maid of Honour to the Queen) and the Lady Mariana de Hos, and the Lady Isabella Salazar, of Her Majesties Cham­ber. The Artifice of the Scene, and the Greatness of Voices, might have served for Ornament and Credit to another Royal Festival. They ended the Ditty to the notable admiration of All, the Trees did shut themselves, and the Lady Mary Gus­man, Daughter of the Conde of Olivares, entered through a Wood, her Habit a Mantle of Damask of Gold Green, trim'd with Gold and Silver, and little Pease-Cods with Pearl in them, a Velvet Hungarlin of the same colour laced long ways with Passemans of Gold Embroidery, a Green Montera with a Green Feather cast over full of Diamonds and Pearl, and a Bow and Quiver embroider'd with Gold and Silver hanging at her left shoulder. She spake the Prologue, vulgarly call'd the Loa (i. e. the Praise;) which she Acted to the Spectators, and they all gave it to her, such was the life, assurance, and grace, wherewith she pronounc'd it: She propos'd the Argument, begg'd no Pardon according to the vulgar custom, Attention she did, and with great reason they gave it her. The Harmony of all the Musick, and the Voice of the whole Auditory thank'd her with one consent, upon the strength of which Plaudit, the Comedy did (as well it might) venter boldly in: The Series whereof was in this manner.

The Comedy.

IN the first Scene entered Darinel, Squire to Amadis, who notified to Dantes (a Shepherd of Tagus) the Occasion that obliged his Master to tread those Fields: He recounted to him his famous Actions, his Adventures, and that *** which was ministred unto him by the Inchantment of Niquea, oppress'd by the Arts of Anastarax, the hated Lover of her Beauty, for whom the Magitian Alquile (her Uncle) reserved her. The Squire reciprocally informed himself from the Shepherd touching the Borders of that River, whom the Swain cour­teously [Page 11] answer'd, and paid his Narration with another of the Preparations there made upon so great an Occasion, as to cele­brate the Birth-day of their King. The Squire was represented by the Lady Guevara of the Queens Chamber, in a brave Suit of Cloaths, a Sword girded to her, a Hat with a tossing Feather, and Roses of Diamonds; the Shepherd, by the Lady Bernarda de Bilbao of the Chamber of the Infanta, in an Hun­garlin, and Smock-coat Green and Silver, Budget of Cloth of the same; the Action and Bravery of them both not yielding to the proudest Competitors: A Quire of Sirens were heard to Sing. Tagus listens from his Sphere of Crystal, who despising to be a River hath the Ambition of a Sea.

Amadis Enters.

A Trumpet Sounded, and following the Ecchoes thereof, they entered among the matted Trees: Presently came out, as amused at the Noise of the same, that Knight of the Burning Sword. He was represented by the Lady Isabella of Arragon, joyning the Mettle of Amadis to the Beauty of Niquea: Her Habit, Braces of Cloth of Silver Carnation and Black, with Embroideries of the same, a Souldiers Cassack with the same trimming, Armour of burnish'd Silver neatly Filed, the Clasps and Studs thereof of Gold, and the Murrion Crown'd with a Mountain of Plumes, a Mantle of Cloth of Silver hanging at the Shoulders, and a Sword girded to her; a Dwarf attended her, who carried the Inchanted Shield (which was Don Michael Sopilio) who succeeded Bonami in the repu­tation of Littleness, and he was sheath'd in an old fashion Suit, Black and Silver.

Amadis found upon the Trees various Inscriptions, which put him into a confusion, and (assaulted by Sleep) demanded quarter of the fatigue of the way; but (his Spirit complain­ing of the faint resistance made by his Flesh) whilst he was yet awake he was scandaliz'd to imagin himself asleep, and quite [Page 12] overcome at last (as he that is never so much a Lover remains a Man for all that, and cannot put off Mortality) did stay himself at a Rock; then came forth Night, represented by a Portugal Black-moor Maid, and a most excellent Singer, Maid to the Queen, Clad in a whole Kirtle of Black Taffaty, pow­der'd with Stars of Silver, and a Mantle falling from her Shoulders, thick wrought with the same Stars—

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In a resplendent Cloud descended Aurora, represented by the Lady Mary of Arragon, Clad in a Hungarlin, and Smock-coat, of Gold Cloth lin'd with Carnation, and thick embroidered with Pearls, and a Mantle of Cloth of Silver powder'd with the same, who, admirably Singing, accu­sed in Amadis the humanity of Sleep, and that in him alone were join'd amorous Thoughts and drowsie Eyes; she remem­bred him how he had both his Glory, and his danger near, and how this sleeping discredited as well his Love as his Soldier­ship. Night persever'd to suspend him in his Lethargy, the Morn­ing pleaded hard to bring him to himself. Night confess'd her self vanquish'd, and fled; the Morning was victorious, and Amadis awoke; she in the same Cloud, and with the same Musick, returning to Heaven. Amadis departed in Quest of the Inchanted Wood, and at his coming to the Rock, heard variety of voices, which in the high Galleries of the Theatre divided themselves into four Quires each opposite to other, which were formed by the Kings Chappel, with divers Instru­ments, some Guitars, some Flutes and Sackbuts, others The­orbo's, others Viols and Lutes. One Quire sung, and set before him Dangers, another infused into him Resolution; now this disanimated him, now encouraged him that; and the wavering Knight listen'd sometimes to the horrours of the In­chantment, sometimes to his own Valour: In the end, after a Battail of Doubts, he prov'd the Conquerour of them, repre­sented by the Lady Isabella, so understandingly affected with her part, that she even thought her self the Person she Acted, and whipping out her Blade withal, clasping her self close to [Page 13] the Shield, invaded the Rock with so generous a smartness, that it was all, which it was possible for a Lady to do without dis­composing her self. The Rock opened, and there appeared a Pallace of a beautiful Structure, and in the Portal thereof four Pillars of Thirty Foot high, which at the instant that Amadis knock'd at the Gates sank down to the Centre so swiftly, that the Eye could not overtake them. Four Gyants shew'd themselves Arm'd with Breast-plates and Murrions, who grew into Choler at the rashness of the Knight, and with threat'ning only pre­sumed to carry the Victory. But Amadis, who had not the Name given his Sword for nothing, with the first flourishing thereof, and shewing them the Shield into the bargain, put them all four to Coward-flight (for so the Books of Knighthood will have it:) Represented these were by Donna Leonora de Quiros, Donna Luysa Ortiz, Donna Catalina de Z [...]rate, and Donna Ynes de Zamora, without observing the property of Gyants in being ugly and troublesome, for all thought them handsom and very good Company. Many Nymphs came-out with Flowers to put upon his Head, and with treacherous fawnings sought to get him out of the Castle. He knowing their falshood, shew'd them the Shield, at which they fled, Lyons rising in their places, into which they transform'd them­selves with such natural fierceness, that true ones could not have struck more terrour, and (seeing the Shield) these likewise vanish'd: He ascended by the Stairs until he was stopt by this Inscription:

This Mysterious two leav'd Door,
Which the Hand of Heaven hath shut,
None deserves it open, but
The Love that is on Earth most pure,
And the Sword that best can cut.

Having read it, he pass'd already victorious over the Theatre and place of Arms, came to the Gates, which in the in­stant [Page 14] flew open, and (all the variety of Musick joyning at once) presented it self the fair Scene of the Glory of Niquea, who was cypher'd in a most beautiful Sphere of Crystal and Gold, so that the Roofs and Walls thereof seemed rather one, than many Diamonds, verifying the Palace of the Sun which Ovid feigns; and in perspective a high Throne, wherein was placed the Queen, who sate for the Goddess of Beauty, of whom Amadis begg'd leave to disinchant Niquea, represented by the Infanta, seated upon the utmost Stair, and upon the other that were lower (accompanying Her Majesty and Her Highness) the Lady Anna Maria Manrique, the Lady Maria de Cardenas, the Lady Antonia de Acunia, the Lady Marga­rita de Tabara, the Lady Iuana Boria, the Lady Isabella de Ve­lasco, Donna Isabella de Salazar, Donna Iuana Pacheco, Donna Maria de Hos, and other Servants of the Chamber, who represented Nymphs, and at the Foot of the Throne was on his Knees Anastarax, Acted by the Lady Antonia de Men­doza. And the Habits are these.

The Habits.

THat of the Queen a short Petticoat and Kirtle of massie Tissue with Plate-Lace, three pair of large Skirts, and the formost down to the Hem of her Coat with Scallops, Scrolls written with Diamonds, and set on upon a perfum'd Jupe, French Sleeves slash'd, and held together again with Buttons and Loops of Diamonds, a Head-dress of Silver Purl and Gold-smiths Work with variety of Plumes a Mantle of of rich Cloth of Silver plain, with three Constellations of Diamonds which insured it to the Shoulder, falling gracefully over the back, and at her Neck the Kings great Diamond, with the incomparable Pearl.

That of the Infanta, a Petticoat of massie Cloth of Silver Carnation with Scallops, trim'd with Silver Passemans and Black Silk, with a Sleeve of Needle-Work, the Mantle of the same [Page 15] Stuff, and to it three Booches of Diamonds, a Diamond Chain athwart, and her Head-dress of Gold-smiths Work and Roses.

That of the Lady Anna Maria Manrique, a Petticoat of Orange Colour Sattin embroidered, with clingcant and flat Pease of Silver both upon the Field and Trimming, a Hungar­lin of Orange Colour Taffaty open'd upon Cloth of Silver drawn through the Cuts, with four pair of Scallops Orange Colour and White, all sprinkled with Flowers wrought with the Hand, round Sleeves of Cloth of Silver smooth, with the same Handy-work Flowers, a Mantle of massie Cloth of Silver, sew'd with Flowers, and hanging by Roses of Diamonds, the Head-Dress of Diamonds and Pearls, with a Bunch of White Plumes.

That of the Lady Maria de Cardenas, a Petticoat and Hun­garlin of a rich Gold Tabby Orange Colour imboss'd with Sil­ver, a Cloth of Silver Mantle, with three Roses of Diamonds, Plumes Carnation and White.

That of the Lady Antonia de Acunia, a Silver Petticoat Carnation, garnish'd with Silver, and an Hungarlin of Black Velvel Lac'd long ways with Silver Passemans, a Mantle of Cloth of Silver with Roses of Diamonds, and Plumes Carnation and White.

That of the Lady Margarita de Tavara, a Petticoat and Hungarlin of Cloth of Silver Carnation, a Mantle of Cloth of Silver White held by three Roses of Diamonds, Plume Car­nation and White.

That of the Lady Iuana Boria, Petticoat and Hungarlin of Cloth of Silver Orange Colour, with Gathers Trimm'd with Silver, Cloth of Silver Mantle with Roses of Diamonds, Plume Orange and White.

That of the Lady Isabella de Velasco, Petticoat of Cloth of Silver Carnation, Hungarlin of Black Velvet, with Silver Passemans, Mantle of Cloth of Silver, with Roses of Dia­monds.

[Page 16]That of the Lady Antonia de Mendoza, Cloth of Silver Petticoat Carnation, Black Velvet Hungarlin Laced long ways with Silver Passemans, the Mode Moorish ▪ a Turbant of Tyn­sel upon a Bonnet of Black Velvet sewn with Roses of Diamonds and other Jewels. Plume Carnation White and Black, a Silver Embroider'd Belt, thereat hanging a Fauchion, an African Cassack, called by those People, an Albornoz.

The Fable proceeds.

AT the approach of Amadis to the place where the In­chantment appear'd dissolv'd, Anastarax stood upon his Guard, and with deep fetch'd Groans complain'd of the violence of Fate, and of Heaven, that had given to Morral Man so great Valour as to that Adventure. Amadis con­demn'd him to the torments of his own Jealousie, and took Ni­quea out of the Inchanted Castle. But forasmuch as the Per­sons here representing, did exceed the greatness of the repre­sented; therefore the Verses in the Sequel did not observe the promise of the History, but the respect due to the Actors. And so when Amadis with all courteous and lowly submissions ima­ginable, endevoured to make Niquea more sensible of his Love than of his Prowess, she (above all those kind of Batteries) would not allow him in reward of his Affection, so much as to dare to place it upon her, heightening his diffidences to so great despair, that she left them no safety but in silence: And the Nymphs seeing the refined Love of Amadis, told him, the Queen of Beauty received him into her protection; and he (more proud to be a true Lover, than to be a successful one) thank'd Niqu [...]a for her scorn, and the Goddess for her pity. These Verses were Penn'd with such accurate Respect, that they deserv'd to be pronounced by Her Highness.

Here Ended the First SCENE: The Instruments Play'd, which were always in readiness to fill up the Spaces, and the Second began thus:

The Second SCENE.

A Nymph appearing came forth singing a Sonnet, in which she presented the Festival to the King; when presently the Squire and the Shepherd, struck with admiration of what they had seen, hear the rattling of Chains, and grievous Lamentation with which Anastarax did bemoan himself from the Hell of Love; and (imagining it was some new Inchantment) had not the courage either to advance, or stay where they were. Putting aside the Boughs with their hands, forth came the Lady Mary of Ar­ragon, and the Lady Frances Tabara, in different Habits from the former, that of the Lady Mary (who Acted Albida) Petticoat and Hungarlin of Cloth of Silver Grass Green, laid thick with Silver Passemans, Cloth of Silver Mantle with Roses of Diamonds, Plume White and Green: That of the Lady Frances (who Acted Lurcano) Petticoat of Cloth of Silver Primrose Colour, with Embroidery of Silver and Gold both on the Field and Border, and a Hungarlin of Black Vel­vet uncut, Laced long-ways with Silver Passemans, a Sword and sprightful Hat, the Brim turn'd up to the Crown, with a Black Plume fasten'd on with a Brooche of Diamonds.

I advertised before, that this which the People would think strange for a Comedy, and in Court is called an Invention or Opera, is not measur'd by the common Rules of a Play (which is a Fable all of one piece) is made up of incoherent variety; of which the Sight got a better share than the Hearing, and where the Comedy (if it may be call'd so) was such to the Eye more than to the Ear. Lurcano painted forth (in rich, and no vulgar Verses) the Pleasures and Content of a Countrey Life in general, and Albida described her Gardens as in the beautiful [Page 18] Season of May, then her Lover Lurcano imparted to her his amorous Passion mask'd in cautiousness and fears, and Albida, not to favour him by doubting it, nor oblige her self by be­lieving it, answer'd him according to the little heed she gave unto other folks torments, living without any of her own: In this Dialogue (no less than in that of Amadis and Niquea) the Author shew'd the Decorum with which Verses should be written for Ladies; those which they hear, discreet; those which they speak, severe: Where, whatsoever is not despair, is presumption; all should be Veneration, and nothing Love. It was superexcellent, and (if it were possible) the Acting of it exceeded the Penning.

Anastarax return'd to his Complaints, Cursing the Knight of the Burning Sword with so hearty a good will, with so melt­ing a voice, with so doleful groans, that he adorned his pain, and the Lady Antonia Mendoza her Part, so much, that no­thing was ever so applauded, or more worthy to be so. Al­bida demanded of Darinel the cause of those Lamentations, but he was as ignorant thereof as her self. In the mean time the howling went on, and the compassionate Albida had a longing desire to set Anastarax at liberty. She heard a voice, which (singing) animated her pity, she read an Inscription, and that incited it likewise; she followed the Ecchoes of the Complaints, and advising Lurcano, as a Friend, to Cure himself with loving some other Beauty (taking him it should seem for a Man) she had the daring to undertake that which appeared so difficult; Lurcano endevoured to stay her, and, not being able, follow'd her to get first to the danger: And making hast to outstrip her, a flying Dragon opposeth his passage, who carryed between his Wings Florisbella (represented by the Lady Anxa Man­rique) with whom he, admiring her Beauty, and to verifie the Prognostication of Albida, falls presently in Love, endevour­ing to arrest her Perfections by the force of Sighs and Prayers; he made Love to her most in feeling language, the Dragon flew away, and the disdainful Nymph would not leave him so much as a presumption that she had heard his Addresses: Lurcano re­main'd [Page 19] in amorous Doubts, sometimes he thought himself a­sleep, sometimes inchanted; he found in her more Marks of a Goddess, than of a Nymph; he thought his Love much, for so short a view; little, for so beautiful an Object; The Pen of the Author left me no gallant thing unsaid in these Ver­ses; and the Lady Franscisca pronouncing them, added of her own a Spirit, the perfection of Poetry, this being one of the most admired Strains in the whole Festival.

A Quire of Musick bid him not despair, for that he should sometime, and that soon, behold her again. He demanded Aid of Love in so doubtful an occasion, and in so soveraign a de­votement, when on the top of the Theatre, a Balcone open'd it self, in which at the Sounds of many Instruments appeared the Nymph Arethusa, represented by the Lady Mary Gus­man (this second Habit much surpassing the former) Clad in a Carnation Petticoat, laid thick with flat Pease, and Embroi­deries of Pearl and Silver, and a deep Kirtle after the Mode of France, with Gathers of Cloth of Silver Carnation, wrought with little Snails or Periwincles of Silver, as it were creeping up from the bottom to the top, and half Sleeves of Needle­work lin'd with Cloth of Silver White, and Ermins, a flying Mantle Carnation and Silver, with Roses of Diamonds, and a Bunch of Plumes Carnation and White, a Bough of Laurel and Mirtle she carried in her hand, saying, that she came sent from the Goddess Venus to disperse the Cloud which involved so great Lovers, she bade Lurcano be of good Courage, since Anastarax himself was now coming out of the Hell of Love: This Scene was accompanied with great Harmony, and from the midst of the flames (which were made with various splen­dour, not causing horrour but delight) came forth Anastarax, handed by Albida, whom Arethusa thank'd for her valour, and Anastarax for his deliverance: Then (the different Quires of Musick joyning) forth came the Goddess of Beauty with Niquea, Amadis, and all the Nymphs, and Anastarax begg'd pardon of Niquea for his presumptuous Love, and she par­don'd him. The Goddess of Beauty gave to Amadis the name [Page 20] of the most refined Servant, and valiant Knight, in the whole World, loving without design, conquering without reward; and Amadis with that, of being acknowledged so perfect a Lover, rested fully satisfied. Florisbella came forth, to whom Lurcaro fell down upon his Knees, and begg'd, in recompense of all his Love, she would not look upon it as an injury, being the most courteous affront that could be offer'd to Beauty. Are­thusa celebrated the great Mercy extended by one Sex, the great Love made good by the other; she gave to Niquea the joy of her disinchantment, and to the Goddess, the Glory of the Festival. She commanded that with Musick and Dances should be celebrated the Liberty of the Princess, of the Beauty of the Goddess, and so with a great Harmony of all the Instruments at once, they went out, concluding the Representation, in which (being the last) the Lady Mary Gusman carried the first Praise.

All of a sudden the Mountain cover'd the whole Face of the Theatre, and presently that Bulk open'd it self at the sounding of the Instruments, when with unexpected novelty, that which was a Mountain and a Building, we saw turn'd into most beau­tiful Gardens of Flowers, and natural Fountains, so ingeni­ously, and with so great quickness metamorphosed, that though the Artifice was much, the brevity was the thing admired: And for a decision of a Wager between the Queen and the Lady Leonor Pimentel (observing an ancient Pastime in the Spanish Court, which is called Divination, at which they stake a Jewel for victory, not for avarice) there appeared on the highest part of the Throne Her Majesty and the Infawa, the Ladies and Menina's seated upon the Steps thereof making a glorious show, and each of them having tyed about her right Arm a Scarlet Ribbon, all of one length and breadth, and fastened in such manner that made no distinction; the Preceipt, that shuffling all these together, the Lady Leonor (to overcome) must light upon that which had hung upon the Arm of the Queen.

The Lady Leonor approached, and lost only the possibility of gaining, for (to be an absolute loser) the Law was, the Queen, [Page 21] when her turn came, should light upon the Ribbon that was fastened to Leonors Arm. The Action was accompanied by all the Instruments and Singers: For, as Spain is the most proper Element of the most excellent Voyces in the World; so the Centre of them is the Kings Chappel; to whose Master, Musick is beholden, for uniting dexterity in the Tunes, with an excellent Ayr in Singing, making the Majesty of the Theorbo comply with the sweetness of the Lute; and to the eminency of whose Art she owes the Novelty of Palomares, the Delicacy of Iohn Blas, the Spirit of Alvaro, and all made use of upon this occasion.

The Queen, the Infanta the Lady Anna Maria Ma [...]ique, the Ladies Isabella of Arragon, Antonia de Mendoza, and Diana Franscisca de Tabara, Dancing the Turdion with Swords and Hats, gave an End to the Festival. Wit, Motion, and Bravery, were drawn dry and wearied in the Service, nay the Graces themselves had not any delight, which by this time was not af­forded to the Spectators; nor any thanks, which they return'd not to the Actors. If the Expectation had been infinite, the Performance was more. The admirations and praises paid but a small part of the sight, for (to go about to measure it that way) Hyperboles themselves would have made a luke-warm Narration, and of such none were wanting, and the greatest was none.

The flourishing years of the King (which may they multiply to as many as his Virtues deserve, and as Spain prays for, and hath need of) could by no less demonstrations of joy be suffi­ciently solemnized, nor at any time with greater reason have disengag'd the pleasing thirst of seeing more.

The Splendour of the Court had been always admirable, but was never seen greater than now; having in the first place the Queen (whom God preserve) of few Years, of much Beauty, accompanied with all those excellent Endowments which form a Royal Perfection; then the Infanta, of equal Majesty and Beauty; also the Ladies, who in Bravery, Beauty, and Great­ness, were inferiour unto those two only; for they were a Pool [Page 22] of all the Illustrious Blood in the Kingdom, and being (where­soever they are) the Load-stone of all Eyes: Imagin them seen upon the Theatre, on the most Tryumphant day of the World, every of them vying with other, and making a modest ostentation of her Bravery, her Meen, and her Beauty. No one can be particularly commended without an injury to all: She seem'd the most glorious drest, upon whom the Eye happen'd to be; she the best Actor, who was then Speaking.

The Queen, Foundress and Glory of the Festival, so twice Hers, and justly, for neither from Her could it be expected less, nor did it deserve a less Mistress, by her presence did free it from the fear of competition, and from the hope of being more; who, because, only by Her being of the Company, She gave the Scene so much Lustre, without pronouncing one Verse: In these following was written in Figures, that which many had not been sufficient to comprehend in words at length.

The Speaking being the best Thing of the Play,
SHE, who spake nothing, bare the Bell away.
FINIS.

A DESCRIPTION IN VERSE, DIALOGUE-WISE, OF THE FESTIVAL AT ARANVVHEZ In the YEAR 1623.

Gyant.
THe Bounds where wandering Tagus meets
Himself in Gardens and long Streets
Of double Elms, whose Feet he drowns,
And Rains down from their lofty Crowns.
(Every April, every May,
Fair, Green, Flow'ry, Rustling, Gay.)
BELLZA (twice the Queen of them,
By her Face and Diadem)
With wonder fills; They prouder far
To ponder, whose; than what, they are.
To celebrate the Day of Birth
Of the most Glorious Youth on Earth,
To whom her Greatness, and her Beauty,
Pays a Homage, pays a Duty.
The World she doth conjure and summon,
T' invent, and see, what is not common;
And what is thereupon prepar'd,
Makes things impossible, not hard.
Instead of Quires of Nymphs to friend,
To serve to that Heroick End,
Press'd Goddesses she doth inroll,
Souldiers of LOVE! Rivals of SOL!
Gen.
What a sublime AMPHITHEATER!
Eclypse of that which Rome did flatter
GREAT POMPEY in: He having (there)
Flatter'd with it, the WORLD, and HER.
How proudly rais'd! How richly deckt!
That ev'n the learned Architect
Stands pos'd thereat, and the fair Skies
See in its Lamps their thousand Eyes.
Rif.
What Harmony of Seraphins!
Now, now, the Festival begins.
Wipe your Eyes, your Hearing cleer,
Other Sense ye need not here.
What a gallant MASCARADE!
The Cloaths were by APOLLO'S made:
[Page 25]Rather the same he wore that day,
Whilst he in Bed with Thetis lay.
So fair a preface of her own,
By a near Neighbour to the Throne,
An Earnest gave, of what so great
Expectation did beget.
In a Crystal Chariot (loe!)
The Lady Margarita de Tavara.
TAGUS from the Roof doth flow,
Translated to a Nymph, more pure
Than He, out of his golden Ew're:
Now gives she her sweet Voice the reins,
Not, as a little Bird that strains
To sooth the Morn, that dawning is:
But Trumpet of the Sun, that's risse.
Flaunting in tryumphant Green
After him is
The Lady Francisca de Tavara.
APRIL seen,
With sensitive Flow'rs not stuck, but set,
Cherish'd by two Suns of Jet;
Such a Complection, such Eyes, Grace,
The Lusitanian Goddess Face:
Fair super of the highest Praise,
Which fears t' abase what it would raise:
Her leavy Coach forsaking now,
She acts with Garland on her Brow,
The first Grace giving to the whole,
And to the Lines a second Soul.
Gen.
The Ayr (inviron'd round with Lights)
Some unexpected Object frights:
AN EAGLE 'tis, with Golden Plumes,
Which through that wandring Region comes.
By a fair
The Lady Antonia de Acunia.
NYMPH the Bird is backt,
Who doth, above the Danger, Act,
[Page 26]And without any scruple; Time;
"So bold is Beauty in her prime.
Gy.
Behold indeed a Primrose here,
La Loa.
The Prologue (as that is) o' th' year!
How sprightly!
The Lady Mary Gus­man.
She, for making known
The Praise of others, hears her own.
But not till she hath done her doe;
There is applause in silence too:
Fortune, when she this Child design'd
For so much Greatness, was not blind.
From Trunks of Trees, asunder rent,
A
The Lady Maria de Arragon, Don̄a Maria de Hos, and Do. Isabella de Salazar.
LEASH OF NYMPHS forthwith present
In harmonious Ditties, rare,
Prodigious sweetnese to the Ayre.
At a fair Tagan
D. Bernarda de Bilbao.
Swains desire
Of AMADIS the Noble SQUIRE
Doth courteous Newes to him afford
Of his brave Illustrious Lord.
Now, doth the
The Lady Isabella de Arragon.
DAME that Acts him, come,
Gallant, assur'd, compleat, in whom,
Joyn'd to Niquea's Beauty, is,
The Valour of her Amadis.
For the Inchanted Wood she stares,
And in a Civil War of Cares
Quarter his fatigue demands
Of slumber at the courteous hands.
A Black-Moor Maid, Singer to the Queen.
NIGHT (a black Syren) in soft Chains
Of her Voice, his Steps detains,
And his twice captive thoughts doth keep
Fetter'd in the Bands of Sleep.
Bright
The Lady Maria de Arragon.
AURORA him doth tell
In sweet Accents, he doth not well:
[Page 27]"For a Love, that's nobly got,
"Merits Eyes which slumber not.
AMADIS awakes, and sees
How the ones languid Song doth freeze
His Spirits; t' other, doth infuse
Courage with her sprightful Muse.
The Burning Sword he now whips out
With a gallant briskness, stout,
Bold and fiery, as his Blade,
The dreaded Doors he doth invade.
Four proud Pillars (sinking) fall
To the lowest pit of all.
Four proud Gyants, in their places,
Make four thousand dreadful faces.
They are saucy, on his Blade
His victorious Hand he laid.
Amongst four POLYPHEMES (alas!)
Fear the only Gyant was.
Flatt'ring NYMPHS, with purpose base,
Flow'rs upon his Temple place;
To lose him, for a Wreath of Sand,
The Laurels he had half in hand.
He shews them the Inchanted Shield,
Turn'd LYONS, when they that beheld;
Being Lyons (with new horrour strook)
Their ever-curling Manes they shook:
An Illustrious PALACE bright
Rises like a Sphere of Light,
That of Sol was such a one,
Where his rash ambitious Son
Begg'd the Coach-box, from which hurl'd
He drown'd himself, and burnt the World;
Leaving his Dad to see his Errour
Too plainly in that Diamond Mirrour.
Gen.
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What an admirable Scheme!
See upon the Throne Supreme,
That pure
The Queen of Spain, Isa­bella of Bur­bon, Eldest daughter to Henry the Great of France.
GODDESSE whom Heaven lent
To be Earths best Ornament!
The Greatest Majesty alive,
Ev'n by her own Prerogative!
The summ'd Perfection of all Faces!
One wonder, and a thousand Graces!
And by her side, that
The Infan­ta, afterward Emperess.
MORNING'S ROSE,
Who, if her Breast did not inclose
A Royal Mind t' inform the whole,
Her Body might ev'n serve for Soul.
The Representative, th' Idea
Of the most Beautiful NIQUEA,
Who strikes respect before she's seen:
The Knight she thanks with courteous Meen
For disinchanting her, which makes
The Martyred ANASTARAX
Sick of the Ill of others Bliss.
Now, Crown'd with Laurel, AMADIS,
Whose Valour was the fear alway
Of Monsters, and of Beasts of Prey,
Coward to so much Beauty, and
His own worst Enemy underhand,
Letting in no Light to Hope,
Yet (giving all his Passion scope)
Speaks, but she Audience doth deny:
"For, in Affections plac'd so high,
"You shall always hear Men tell
"There he aspir'd, and there he fell.
The Lady Maria of Arragon.
LURCANO, and
The Lady Francisca de Tavara.
ALBIDA, see!
Who teach the Rules of Modesty:
Show Lovers how to be discreet,
And keep them within Limits meet.
[Page 29]Now, hear
The Lady Antonia de Mendoza.
ANASTARAX complain,
Who, in so much fire and pain,
Earns soft pity, praise, and glory,
Ev'n in Lovers Purgatory.
Inclinable to be entreated
By Groans so sensibly repeated,
Albida stopt (but not her Ear)
At the Laments which eccho'd there.
O how humane, and how brave,
She thrids the must'ring flames, to save
(Only, Ador'd, is Beauty cruel)
The Wretch that is of those the fewel!
Lurcano left, and in despair,
Peoples with wild Complaints the Air.
When to extremity things come,
Discretion is not always dumb.
On flying Dragon's back (behold!)
A
The Lady Anna Maria Manrique.
GODDESSE who in DELPHOS old,
Would from the SUN himself have ta'ne
His Adoration, and his Fane!
Without an Ear to those Complaints,
Which poor LURCANO so well paints:
Whose Flame (so fair an Object sought)
No Errour is, though 'tis a Fault,
She flies like Light'ning; and the Lover,
To his own Thoughts deliver'd over,
Feeds upon those, enjoys Despair,
In it, th' Ambition of his Pray'r.
ANASTARAX refined came
Out of the Bosom of the Flame:
("For 'tis the Good of Ill, to be
"Acquainted with 't familiarlie.)
AMADIS (in fine disdain'd
For all the Conquest his Sword gain'd)
Of the most Soveraign Love, and hard,
Frames to himself his own Reward,
And, bleeding inward bitter Tears
For those tyrannick Scorns of hers,
Counts, not to sit down by the loss,
A Boldness greater than his Cross.
NIQUEA (sole Exception of
Natures General Rule of Love,
And of high Faith the richest Prize,
If the World durst kerve to her Eyes)
Loves his Worth, but hates his Love,
And (praising that, all Mens above,
To other Gifts, than of his Mind,
Is not only dumb, but blind.
The Lady Mary Gus­man.
ARETHUSA (Nymph compleat)
Slides down from her Starry Seat,
Receipting Pills, in pity wrapt,
To swage the torments so ill hapt.
With what a grace doth she set forth
Of ALBIDA the vast worth,
NIQUEA'S Beauty and her scorn
(Which must be kept since it is born;)
Confusions of ANASTORAX
(Of Jealousie and Love the Flax;)
LURCANO'S high divided Flame;
And AMADIS his, still the same?
These Heroick Lovers all
(Paid, in that we them so call)
Marriage, at any rate, eschew'd;
In which your vulgar Plays conclude.
Armies of Minstrels in the Air
(Which to their several Quires repair)
The Elements together dart,
But make them Friends before they part.
[Page 31]The SCENE is chang'd, and by and by
Those which had been Mountains dry
(Transform'd to Gardens) fresh, and green,
As Hyblean Groves, are seen.
In HYERARCHIES of Steps distinct
A Ribbon, on each ANGEL linkt,
Diversifies, with streaks of Red,
The Azure Pavements which they tread.
Approacheth an Illustrious
The Lady Leonor Pi­mentel.
DAME,
But could not hit on, when she came,
Of the Great
The Queen.
LIGHT, the pendant Ray,
In guessing which the Conquest lay.
Now, the victorious GODDESSE, She
The Wonder tryes, but 'twill not be:
'Twas quit, because She likewise mist
The Lady LEONORA'S List.
Dancing, She ends the FESTIVALL;
In its full Glories summing All
That modern Spirits can invent,
Or draw from ancient Precedent.
The CAESARS Birth-days (to Grace whom
The Majesty of their own ROME;
With ravish'd Plumes from Conquer'd GRECE,
Were oft distill'd into one piece)
Observ'd like this were never known:
No Years e're worthier of a Throne,
Or to encrease to infinite.
This Tryumph, to Hopes, Wishes, Sight,
(By being what, and whose, it was)
Set Pillars which they could not pass.
Astonish'd, the Spectator stands;
Tearing the Air with Voice and Hands.
What mute attention first commended;
Loud Plaudits Crown when it is ended.
Rif.
[Page 32]
But, what new
The second Festival of the Lady Le­onor Pimen­tel.
Dorick Tow'rs adorn
The
The Garden of the Black-Moor.
Garden where the Statues mourn!
What Noise! which (bandied to and fro)
The more we hear, the less we know!
A Second THEATRE it is,
Which the perfection if it miss
Of the first, disdains (but That)
All that was ever wondred at.
Now the Musick Plays away,
Sign of a new beginning Play!
Erected there, is a new Throne;
Which Golden SOL himself might own.
Of
The Mask of four Squa­drons, in each the Infanta, the Lady Mary Gus­man, the La­dy Francisca.
MASKERS entred a new Band,
Where Lamps to Lamps opposed stand,
And with new Lights the Visage cheer
Of that other HEMISPHERE!
The substance and invention
Of the Cloaths they now have on,
In what they bought their Riches shows;
And their Wit, in what they chose.
FAME and ENVY (loe!) at strife
Whether of them, most to the life
The past FESTIVAL shall paint,
Treading the Stage with lofty Plant!
The Golden Fleece.
The Play begins; COLCHOS, the Scene;
The Subject, JASON; HIPPOCRENE,
By Pailsuls, was pour'd into It;
With Feather of a PHOENIX writ.
O, what sad duplicated Groans
From the hoarse Sea came up at once,
Whence the Center with Blew Waves
APOLLO'S Golden Circles laves!
[Page 33]
Frixus and Helle.
Favour, Neptune (Joves next brother)
Cryes one Voice, and straight another,
Billows, let us pass in peace,
And your swelling anger cease!
Thou pitying daughter of the Main,
Let not two Mariners pray in vain;
Who, without Sails, the Air cut through;
Who, without Oars, the Ocean plough.
By a curl'd Bark of Gold unshorn,
To their desired Port are born
The Fugitives, this Pray'r that made:
The sweetest Twins the World e're had!
Those, who are plac'd for Signs in Heaven,
With these in Beauty are not even:
Nor the green Woods have ever known
So much VENUS, and ADONE.
NEREUS'S Daughters, one, and all,
(Beautiful) in Love did fall
With this their GOLDEN BRUTE (a rare
Emblem of a foolish Heire!)
In Coasts by them ne're seen before,
This pair of lovely Strangers, pore,
Unto a wandring Life, their just
Hopes, of a Royal Scepter, trust.
FRIXUS relates, in Language good,
The Greatness of their injur'd Blood;
The Poison of an envious Soul;
And an Envy's poison'd Bowl.
In this sad plight, of all forsook,
The Lady Luysa Ca­rillo.
MARS, upon them, pity took:
"For, to Complaints by Earth prefarr'd,
"The Ears of Heaven are not barr'd.
A Noble Dame makes a Divine
Composition: In Her joyne
[Page 34](A Flow'r less vain, less noxious Star)
NARCISSUS, and the GOD OF WAR.
Her sprightful Body she hath drest
In a strong glitt'ring Back, and Brest:
And, her Temple Walls, with those
Which, won in Fight, you must suppose.
This God, of Honourable Men,
Valiant Wonders tells them then;
Who prov'd, in spight of Times and Fate,
Famous, though not Fortunate.
He, wish'd them to the High-lands get:
For Deserts still were a retreat;
A Sanctuary, Coop, and Pen,
As well to Great, as Holy Men.
The GOLDEN FLEECE gives him the Prince;
Worn by so many PHILIPS since
Near their Great Hearts: And by the Fourth,
Who writes the first of all in worth.
His Cheeks with Tears FINEO drowns,
Because his fair MEDEA frowns:
("For hopeless Love is so unwise
"To make it self Fetters of Ice.)
The Ship Argo.
The second Pilgrim of the Water,
First Cause of all the Ills there (after)
A flying Pine, with desperate Braves,
Is the Tyrant of the Waves.
To all succeeding Time's disease
JASON,
Jason, &c.
THESEUS, HERCULES,
Wage a new War upon Mankind,
In Fields of Water, and of Wind,
With more of Earth than Nobler Fire,
They break the Sea: "For by the dire
"Thirst of Riches, Gulphs between,
"Nay watry Mountains, are not seen.
[Page 35]To win by Arms the GOLDEN FLEECE,
The aim is of these Peers of GREECE:
The gazing Islanders provide
Arms too, their Furies to abide.
MEDEA,
Medea.
and the KING incline
Two ways in that which they design:
He, to defend the Walls he held,
She, to the Foe her heart to yield
The Father's favour, and the Maid's
Seeks JASON, and his bold Comrades:
But false are they, and he that seeks;
For all are Men, and those Men GREEKS.
FINEO, with a jealous Eye,
Stands looking at the Novelty.
Revenge and Anger his thoughts brood.
("Jealousie is prone to blood.)
The Royal Virgin is inflam'd,
Whilst her supposed Scorns are blam'd
By a young lovely Gard'ner there,
Jason dis­guised in the Garden.
That sows sweet Henbane in her Ear,
Confiding little in her Eyes,
The force of charms MEDEA tries.
"But charms are Crimes of no avail,
"If those of BEAUTY come to fail.
Her face, the Philtre is must do't;
And, in her curls bound hand and foot,
No other Witchcraft needs: One hair
Can shackle JASON, if 'tis fair.
He, who was valiant amongst Men,
Was a Womans Coward then;
Whom, in close walks (of Royal Loves
Old Rendezvouz!) MEDEA proves.
In melting Notes, divinely breath'd,
The Secret of her Soul is sheath'd:
"A sweeter SYREN, then before
"He scap'd at Sea, he meets on Shore.
[Page 36]But, what is this! The
The Thea­tre fired by accident.
FRAME entire
Is jurisdiction of the Fire.
A Flame (as any Light'ning quick)
Catching from dry stick to stick,
Is a tall Plume of Light, and slings
The Tiles, which fly with fiery Wings,
The brave security behold
Of that FAIR YOUTH, who, like an old
COMMANDER, covers his own fears,
Lest thence his Men authorize theirs!
Yet, all Men fear for him; whilst hee
The Fire doth (unconcerned) see.
(For, in the troubled Thoughts of All,
From his proud height he doth not fall.)
Nor, from his side doth stir one Inch,
SHE, who from Him will never flinch:
Who scorns all danger but Her Lord's:
Which, in Text Letters, Fame records,
Of the numerous Auditory
He survays the lowest Story,
The Rout; who at the danger quake,
When only it should cause them wake:
The danger, than the fear, is less;
And, of the fright, and of the press,
And, of the Remedy they chose,
All the hazzard they compose,
Now, all that Blood, or HYMEN'S Hands
Ty'd to His Bosom with strict Bands,
In His brave Arms th' Illustrious Youth
Snatch out of the Furnace doth:
Kinder than he, whose pious Back
Beneath his Aged Sire did crack;
(The Phoenix of TROYS Bloody Flame)
For his lost Wife behind him came.
Th' undaunted Beauty of the Queen,
Only with so much pale was seen,
[Page 37]As th' early Morning doth confess,
Whilst yet she smiles in her Night-dress.
Those Goddesses whom Mortals got,
Were left still sprawling on the spot,
Out of fear by the base Sect,
By Nobles out of pure respect;
Till (rude Compassion conquering Awe)
Necessity that, hath no Law,
Puts a becoming boldness on,
Then every Don̄a hath her Don.
As, of Religious Houshold-Gods,
The sweet, and venerable Loads:
These burthens, so, their shoulders meet,
Which had been else prophan'd with feet.
If any Gallant tardy came
To snatch out of the Fire his Flame,
In this at least he shews he's Hers,
That he would quench it with his Tears.
What high Civilities were foil'd!
What Love was in the making spoild!
Incurring, whilst the Fire they fly,
The danger of the water, by.
One, unto whom fair Eyes made suit
For succour in their Language mute,
Not giving either Sigh, or Ayd,
(Like cruel NERO) All survay'd.
The Hub-bub ended with the Cause,
And now the Noise serv'd for Applause.
The danger did conclude in Laughter,
And Fear was out of count'nance after.
All, that gave reason to be sorry,
Was, what the Eyes did miss of Glory;
Taking that out in Hellish fright,
Which had been Wonder, and Delight.
As 'twas, the Garland it deserv'd,
And the success for Bon-fire serv'd,
[Page 38]Whilst the blank Poets Baies expire,
They blaze and crackle in the Fire.
Fame gave Acquittance (self deceiv'd)
For Sums which she had not receiv'd:
And busie Wits, I know not what,
Smelt, of an unintended plot.
The Accident produc'd some Mirth,
To see how People of course Earth,
By fearing dangers, make them room;
Whilst Kings even those, which are, o'recome.
The Rising of the Spanish SUN
Was thus solemniz'd: May he run
(Endless in Fame, though not in Age)
Like a tough Gyant a long Stage.
FINIS.

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