Albertus Wallenstein

THE TRAGEDY OF ALBERTVS WALLENSTEIN , Late Duke of Fridland , and Generall to the Emperor Ferdinand the second .

Written by HENRY GLAPTHORNE .

Cedant carminibus reges Regumque triumphi .

The Scene , Egers .

And Acted with good Allowance at the Globe on the Banke-side , by his Majesties Servants .

Imprinted at London by Tho. Paine , for George Hutton dwelling at the Turn-stile in Holborne , 1639 .

TO THE GREAT EXAMPLE OF VERTVE AND TRVE MECENAS OF Liberall Arts ; Mr. WILLIAM MURREY of his Majesties Bed-chamber . SIR ,

GRatitude is the best Appendix to vertue : unthankefulnesse the worst add it on to vice . My indeavour to atchieve the one , and avoid the other , invited me to this publication of my many ingagements to your best selfe : and betrayd your noble name to the patronage of this Poem . The native magnificence of your disposition is so repleate with mercy , that it would bee an errour in the religion of my duty , should I question your remission of this audacious crime , the offence being onely the acknowledgement of my respective service to you . Works of this nature have alwaies assumed this priuiledge , to aspire the noblest for their Protectors . Since then authorisd by custome , worthiest Sir , it cannot bee a diminution to your fame , nor repugnant to the gravity of your most serious imployments to have him by publike profession known your servant , who hath long since by particular devotion been

The humblest of your honorers , HEN. GLAPTHORNE .

In caedem Alberti Wallenstenii , ducis Fridlandiae . 1634 . TVus etiam superbe Dux Fridlandiae , Dignus cothurno lugubri interitus meos Elicit Iambos ? lugeant , quibus placet Vacare lachrymis . Filiae ac Viduae sat est Laniare crines , plangere & manu sinus , Non ego sepulchro ( si tamen quisquam tibi Honor sepulchri detur ) assideo gemens , Non tibi Camaena funebrem panegyrin Epice diúmve dedicat , potius sibi Iam gratulatur , laeta Gustavo diu Tui quodhaud te viderint superstitem ; Rependerit sed Egra (a) (a) Rex Sueciae in pugnâ ad Lutzenum commissa ; Walstenius Egrae interfectus . Feralis Egra , dirus hospitii locus , Splendore mensas quae Lycaonio struens , Grandique cogens solvere pretio dapes , Gladios , bipennes , tela , tormenta apparat . Haec Imperator ducibus , & Walstenio Gustanda cautus miserat bellaria . Non ille tantum caede gaudet hostium , Sed & suorum sanguine imbleri iubet Egrae penates . prob deorum numina ! Quantum cruoris Austriaca superbia Sibi litatum lambit ! & tamen sitit Adhuc cruorem , saevior Pelopis domo . Nullúsne tandem caedibus aabitur modus ? Modum sed illa caedibus dedit tuis , Alberte ; qui , dum Ferdinand copiis Vexilla pandis , Ferdinandi penfido Iugulum daturus advenis satelliri Vbi illa tandem gaza , quâ Bohemiam , Sil siámque , agrosque Brandenburgicos Fretus perambulasti ? ubi est exercitus , Diro tuorum quo ministro facinorum , Homicidia , stupra , furta , Pomeranta Saepe execrata est , & Mechlenbergi sinus Dum tu crematas famulus Austriacae domus , Prosternis urbes , impotens violentiam Marique fastum terminare Baltico ? Hoc tot laborum praemium tuus tibi Dedit Imperator ? Hoccine est stipendium , Vt perduellis actus , & subito dolo Captus cerebro spargeres caenacu um ? Sic beat amicus gentis Austrialae fides . Quod si cruentâ morte pereundum fuit , Cecidisse malles forsan hostili manu . Nunc puto , videntur fata (b) (b) Comes Pappenhemius in pugna Lutzeniana a Suedis occisus 6. Novem. 1632 . Papenhemii Tuisque (c) (c) Generalis , Tullius in pugna Angustanâ graviter saucius fugit Ingolstadium ibique exspiravit . Tillii invidenda Manibus . Quàm iustus ille Ferdinandus exstitit Non quaero ; verùm credo divina minime Vindicta quòd dormitat . Ipse ut perfidas Perfidiâ obires , lex inevitabilis Fati volebat ; quin & immanis diu Crudelitatis artifex , crudeliter Descenderes ad ima Plutonis loca . Vbi unicum futura sint solatium Fraus capta fraude , scelere cumulatum scelus , Excidia eorum , caedis authores tuae Quos fama novit , siquidem Alberti ducis Celeri sequantur impios Manes pede . Et maximê si ( quoniam id haudsaepe accidit Vti perirent morte siccâ principes ) Sanguinea multo sanguine exundet domus , Tuique similem sortiatur exitum . Alex . Gil .

The Persons . Ferdinand the seconed Emperor of Germany . Ferdinand his son King of Hungary . Albertus Wallenstein Duke of Fridland . Marquesse Brandenburg . Duke Saxon Waymax . Earle of Tertzki . Earle of Kintzki . Earle of Questenberg . Matthias Gallas . Colonell Newman . Marshall Illawe . Fredricke . Sonnes to Wallenstein . Albertus . Sonnes to Wallenstein . Colonell Gordon Governor of Egers . Colonell Lesle . Captaine Butler . Page to Wallenstein . Dutches to Wallenstein . Emilia Daughter to Saxon Waymar . Isabella woman to the Dutchesse . Dragoons : Guard to the Emperour . Guard to Wallenstein . Executioner . Attendants .

Actus primus :

Scena prima . Kintzki , Tertzki , Gordon , Butler , Lesle . Kint.

THe rumour still continues .

Tert. Yes , my Lord , Ill fames though quicke are certaine , 't is concluded Past question or dispute , for these reports Are grounded on too manifest a truth , To carry doubt in them , it is confirm'd this morning ; Hee must resigne Lesle . Though a stranger Sir , And so lesse interessed in the Generalls cause Then you his Country-man : were you not my friend , You ly'd to speake it . Must our Generall That soule of valor Wallenstein ; who has ( Like subtle lightning ) purg'd the German ayre , From all the hot infections , forraign warre Could threaten : sent the health-carousing Dane Drunke with his owne blood home : broke all the force , With which the valiant Palatine and his aydes . Infested had the Province : given to Death ( That thunder-bolt of warre ) whose very name Was great as Fate it selfe unto his foes , The Swedish King : and must he now , his age Is candid o're with victories , be inforc'd To a base resignation : Death he 's damn'd That dare but mutter it . Gordon . And they were so Who first occasion'd it , 't would bring much comfort To all true Souldiers . Lesle . 'T is concluded Sir , Past all redemption , they are doubly damn'd For their ingratitude , displace a man To whom they owe their lives ! one whom , my Lords , We have seen i' th heat and bravery of a fight , Cheere up his fainting and disheartned troupes , Even when his body seem'd but all one wound , That it appear'd a little Iland , circled Round with the purple deluge of his blood ; Who when warres Quiruters , the big-mouth'd Drums , And surly Trumpet sung his Armies Dirge , That fatall Musicke sweld his sprightly sense More then soft Hymnes at Nuptials . Tert. Sir , his glories Are so well knowne to us we need not urge Their reputation , but 't is past my thoughts , Why on the sudden he should be compel'd To give his charge up . Kintz. When the world beleev'd He should have had a double triumph in The honour of his victories . Lesle . I le tell you , There is in Princes Courts a leane-fac'd monster , Term'd Envie , raigning in unworthy breasts , To fames Heroicke sonnes , such as know to cringe With subtle motion to their Princes smiles , Adore his foot-steps and his awfull nods , And can like Aspes instill into his eares , A sweet yet killing venome : these thin soules When the blunt Souldier , has on piles of wounds Built up his Countries peace , whisper Beware In time my Lord , least he doe grow too great : This meeting with the jealous Princes feares , ( As Princes still are fearefull of the greatnesse Of rising active subjects ) breeds resolves to cut up That prop , leaning on which themselves have stood , Firme and unshaken on their base ; and these Court Parasites , and th' Emperors weake distrusts , Puls this disgrace on Fridland , which if he With an effeminate patience doe put up , May all the Lawrels growing on his Crest . Be turn'd to Cyprisse , serving for no use But to adorne his Funerals . Gordon . Soft , The Generall 's here himselfe : my gracious Lord The Duke . Tert.

Our thrice redoubted Generall .

Enter Wallenstein , Illawe . Wallens. Ha! that sound Awakes my drowsie soule , pray good my Lords , What do you behold degenerate in my lookes , Shewing me unworthy still of that great title ? Tert. I would pull my eyes out , Should they convey into my soule a thought Tending to so much sacriledge to honour , And perfect masculine vertue . Wallens. Yet I must Put off that glorious title , like a garment , Old and unfit for wearing : O my Lords , Our honours individuall with our soules Growes to that essence , as to th' hand or cheeke The native whitenesse ; and to have that torne , Lug'd off by violent torture , is a suffrance Beyond the strength of patience : is 't not , Lords ? Tert. Yes , and looke How farre the noble immateriall soule , Transcends the duller body , so much torments Resemblance of a star , a Comet fall By my owne fire consum'd to earth forgotten . Lesle . Great Sir , though a stranger to you By birth and nation , yet the strict alliance I 've to your princely noblenesse , injoynes me Under your pardon , and with the allowance Of these brave Counts , your followers , to deliver My zealous counsell to you . Wallens. Noble Scot , Use your discretion freely . Lesle . Thus great Sir then , Though 't be i' th power of Princes to prescribe Lawes to their subjects , 't is their subjects wills Must put those Lawes in act , 't is their obedience , Which are the ablest sinewes of the state , And 't were a barbarous cruelty to imploy Their hands against themselves , a strange injustice , To make their proper vertue instrument Of their owne ruine . Tert. Colonell Lesle Speakes home . Kint. And to much purpose . Lesle . Doe not Lords Misunderstand my meaning , I speake not this , That I contemne authority , or dislike Order in every thing , without preeminence In title of command our trade the warfare Could not subsist , but to informe our Generall , Our too much injur'd Generall , that it is No such strange crime , to disobey a Prince In things injust ; and can there be a greater , Or shamefuller injustice then for Caesar , By 's Mandate to inforce him to resigne His glorious charge up ? Gordon .

'T were a shame .

Illawe . An utter , an abominable disgrace To all that honor vertue , should we suffer it ? Lesle . Here then Ends what I would have uttered ; of what force Are Caesars Mandats , when their reall loves Has disannull'd them ? circled with these hearts , These bulwarkes of brave hearts , what need have you To acknowledge any Emperor but your selfe ? Your selfe great Duke , whose merit lays just claime To that supremest title . Lesle . Pray once more , Give me your patience : Rashnesse , Gentlemen , Gives the first on-set fiercely , then recoyles , As Waspes when they have lost their stings : affaires Of this high consequence , doe require mature Deliberation : to confirme our owne Strength for the exploit , 't were fit we did conjoyne With Saxon Waymar and Gustavus Horne , And the other bold confederates : how likes Your Grace this project ? Wallens. The Drum and Fife , Trumpet and Canon , when their lowd voyces sing , Iös to victory , could nere beget More musick in my ravished sense : best friend , I am so bankrupt growne in my extent Of gratitude , that trust me I could weepe , To see my selfe so farre outdone in friendship : I am ingag'd in honour to goe on , That this insulting Emperor by his fall , To gaine fit meanes to gratifie your loves . Thou aëry name of loyalty , hence to heaven , And finde like smoake a buriall in the clouds , Thus I expire thy essence ; henceforth I le acknowledge No other Emperor but these worthies hearts . Tert. And we ( great Duke ) henceforth will nere submit , To any rule but yours , which to confirme As sure as Fate had seal'd it , on your sword My Councell alwayes has had that successe , To be accounted faithfull to my Prince : Feare it not , follow then my poore advice , Meet trechery with policie , and try , If you the Ambitious traytor can surprize , The head once off , the weake and fainting limbes , Like sear'd dri'd boughs , by an impetuous wind , Torne from an aged Oke , will fall to earth , And be consum'd to ashes . Empe. It shall be so , Lord Questenberg , with all convenient speed , Dispatch a trusty messenger unto The King of Hungary , command his presence , With his most able legions for the safeguard Of our owne person : In such like affaires , Which doe concerne the uncertaine rule of States , Wise men should alwayes be above their fates . Exeunt .

Scena tertia , Albertus , Newman . Newm. A pox upon her fir , and for her sake , On all good faces ; must you sigh and whine , And make a face worse then a zealous drunkard Does o're dead mustie wine , because she is beauteous : We Souldiers doe not use to ingender with A phisnomy , nor as the learned terme it , Co-habit with a handsome nose or lip , There are some parts beneath the waste I take it , More usefull for a man of Armes . Alber. Good Colonell , No more of this . Newm. Should I aske you The reason why you love her , you must answer ; 'T is for the sport ( as for what other reason Women were made , unlesse to prick upon A clout , or starch , transcends my best Philosophy ) And for that purpose , a short coat frister , That as she milkes each morning , Bedewes the coole grasse with her Virgin moisture , As usefull is and active ( sounder far That 's certaine granted ) pray , my Lord , remember Shee 's but your mothers Gentlewoman , and whom perhaps The Butler has oftener folded up , then ere He did his table linne one . Alber.

No more , you 'l anger me .

Newm. You 'l anger me agen then : we Imps of Mars , Should know no other mistresses , then what the Camp contains , I nere durst love i th' field ( marry in the Citie . I 've had copulation with all trades ) but one poor sutlers wife , & She as faire too , as was the kettle which she boyl'd her beefe in , O how the sweet smell of her amber greace And kitchin-stuffe perfum'd my greedy nostrils , Yet on this beauty doted I ( inspir'd by insurrection of the flesh ) And gave her to cuckol'd the good corporall her husband . Int Isabella .

Ten comely dollers , and the divell take her , she paid me with a pox . But see , here comes the Lady of the Lake , for whom you good fir Lancelot make these lamentations ; be not you bashfull now , but fall on boldly heart , let me drill her for you , if her body be under Musket proofe , 't is ten to one my morris pike shall enter . to her , to her . Exit Newm.

Isabel.

Surpriz'd by him alone , O my just feares .

Albert. Why , cruell faire one , should you shun his sight , Whose very soule moves in your eyes , or why Should your blest voyce , speake health to all the world , Yet threaten death to me : look on my youth , My hopefull youth , which in the active war , Has taught old Souldiers discipline : behold it Nipt by the cold frost of your icie beauty , As in a feaver languishing to nothing , Forgetfull of the noble pride and strength , It has so lately boasted , 't is injust To see me still over my foes victorious , Made by my selfe your captive , to insult Over your suppliant vassaile , would those eyes , Which can contract lights orbe into a glance , Become impoverish'd by a smile , those cheekes Sully their native tincture , should they blush At your mindes cruelty , 't would rather adde To the illustrious excellence . Isabel.

My noble Lord .

Albert. Stay , you must not speake yet , There 's not an accent issuing from your lips , But has the power , should thunder speak , to charme , To peacefull quiet the affrighted , the world , And would strike dumbe my passion : best of Virgins There is not that disparity 'twixt our births , As there 's inequall difference 'twixt our hearts ; Mine 's all on fire , dare combat with the Sun For heats priority , yours Mountaine snow , Cold as the north , and cruell as my fortunes : Yet you may make them equall as your eyes are , By yeelding up that fort , which will , when time Has given it ceremonious priviledge , be perhaps By some unworthy groome , without resistance Surpriz'd and entred . Isabel. My Lord , bad custome is become In men a second nature to deceive Poore Virgins by their flatteries ; noble youth , That I doe love you dearely , may these teares , Shed for your folly testifie : looke backe Into your princelesse honour , call that up To assist the fortresse of your minde assail'd By foule unlawfull passion : thinke how base 't is , To rob a silly Orphan of her dowry ; I have no other but my Virgin whitenesse , Left to uphold my fame , nought but my vertue To my inheritance ; should you dispoile me Of that faire portion by your lust , my memory , Would like an early Rose bud by that tempest , Dye on its owne stalke blasted . Albert.

I doe dreame sure .

Isabel. Womens fames sir , Are like thin Chrystall glasses , by a breath Blowne into excellent forme , and by a touch , Crackt or quite broken : say I should consent To your desires , your appetite once sated , You would repent the fact , when you should see Your selfe surrounded in a mist of cares , View bashfull Virgins point at you , as at Some hatefull prodigie ; heare matrons cry , There goes the lustfull thiefe , that glories in The spoyle of innocent Virgins , that foule thiefe , That has a hundred eyes to let lust in at , As many tongues to give his wild thoughts utterance . Albert. Sure some Angell inhabits here , This cannot be a Mansion For mortall frailty : sweet farewell , good night , I would not have my over-sawcie love , Commit a rude intrusion on thy peace , Though parting with thee be more torment to me , Then to forgoe mine eyes ; may all the joyes Of healthfull slumbers crowne thy bed , thy dreames Be free from paraphrasing on my memory , Lest it affright you ; once more , Deare , good night , While you with pleasing happy sleeps are blest , I 'le seeke some way to my eternall rest . Exeunt .

Explicit Actus primus .

Actus secundus :

Scena prima . Wallenstein , Waymar , Brandenburge , Tertzki , Kintzki , Illawe , Newman , Gordon , Lesle , Butler . Wallens. The honour you have done me mighty Princes , Electors of the sacred Romane Empire , By this your personal visit does ingage So much our gratitude , that what our selves , And the most able forces of our friends , Can in requitall act , shall be perform'd , Mutuall discourses often mingle soules , And as the Arteries convey the blood , Throughout the body , they from mind to mind Convey affection : to this end we did Intreat this meeting , that our conference might , Joyne in an individuall league our hearts . Bran. This happy treaty , glorious Duke , shall bring Blest peace once more with turtles wings , to soare Over the German Provinces ; shall dry Teares from the eyes of mothers , while the Virgins Shall dedicate their houres to joyfull Hymnes , In honour of your merit . Waym, The sturdy boore Shall plough his fields in safety , and ascribe To you , great Duke , that happinesse : 't was you , Who when Bellona thundred through the land , Did stop the steel-wing'd Goddesse in her course , Who when our Armies , like a raging floud , Did beare downe all before them , did oppose , The greedy torrent , boldly turn'd it backe , Into its native body , and conjoyn'd With you so inur'd to conquest , he were lesse Then man , and more then coward , that could feare Any insuing dangers . Wall . You doe me too much honor , mighty Princes : And now my brave confederates in Armes , Where businesse of import commands attendance , That time 's mis-spent , that 's spent in uselesse words , I shall so please you , therefore speake the cause , ( In briefe ) which urg'd me to desire this conference , And give you reasons for my strange revolt , From my so long lov'd Master . Bran. 'T was the end We onely came for . Waym. The sole reason That drew us to this meeting . Wallens. Thus in briefe then , How I have serv'd this Emperour , these wounds That beautifie my body ( cause the markes Of my just loyalty ) given by your swords , Can beare me righteous witnesse ; but good service To a malicious and ingratefull Prince , Are rather causes of suspect , then love , And when mens actions doe transcend reward , They then descend to punishment ( my cause Is rightly stated thus ) for when my selfe , ( I well may speake it without partiall boast ) Had like his Eagle in my powerfull gripe , Snatch'd up his Crowne that lay despis'd on earth , And heav'd it up to Heaven , borne all the waight , Which yours , the Danish and the Swedish force , Could load these shoulders with ; nay shooke it off Lightly , as windes in Autumne doe from trees , Their wither'd Summer garments : then , even then , When my just hopes were pregnant with conceit Of Wreathes and triumphes ( as a brave reward ) My Souldiers by his Mandates were forbid , To obey me as their Generall , and my selfe Commanded straightway to resigne my charge , All my great power which I had bought with blood , Unto Matthias Gallas my Field-Marshall . Saxon.

Insufferable injury !

Bran.

Inhumane and unhear'd of ingratitude !

Wallens. Nay more , As I had been a Traytor then in fact , He did endevour my surprize , to bring me A prisoner to Vienna : thinke then Lords , When both my pricelesse honour and my life Were at one stake propos'd , if I 'de not cause To play my game with cunning skill , when these My brave Commanders from their martiall eyes , Did for my wrongs shed teares of blood , cal'd on me , As on their friend , their father , not to leave My Sons my Souldiers : if I their request Perform'd , I sav'd my honour and my life , But if the Emperors , I gave up them both To plaine perspicuous ruine ; yet in not Accomplishing my Masters harsh commands , The name of treason brands me ( but passe that , ) I of two evils chose to take the least , Rather to draw upon me Caesars hate , Then to forsake my charge and souldiers loves : And now being free in my owne soule as thought Unsought to ( Lords ) and unconstrain'd , I offer T' assist against this Emperor ( this thing Made onely up of name and voyce ) whom we Will breake as showers doe bubles , which themselves Of nothing had created . Saxon. So welcome Is this your proffes'd amity , no blessing Heaven in its fullest bounty could have showr'd , Could have arriv'd more pleasing , and to shew How much we prize your friendship , your the son , Young Fredericke be affianc'd to my daughter , The tye of nature to the tye of blood , Will make the union perfect . Wallens. 'T is an honour , We are bound in duty to accept , my Lords , In noble soules no thought should once admit Sullen delay , our progresse should be swift , As is the passage of unlimited fire In populous Cities ; or as windes , whose force Does at their birth send ope the stubborne wombe Of the dull earth their mother ; great designes Should by great spirits onely be pursu'd , And our last businesse is our speedy conference With Chancelor Oxenstern , and the French Embassador . Actions that carry an unusuall weight , Ought still to flye at an unusuall height . Exeunt Wallens . Bran. Waym . Tert. Kint. Illaw . Lesle . So , let the dull Halfe-spirited soules , who strive on reremice wings , By that which fooles terme honesty , to climbe Toth ' top of honour , in their silly vertue Boast , while ingenious and more active spirits , In a direct line without stop or hindrance , Mount to their wishes , yet i th' worlds esteeme , Are held as reall , and indu'd with goodnesse . This Wallenstein , like a good easie Mule , Have I led on by th' nose to this rebellion , Fir'd with such venome as will spread , Like swift infection through his soule : these two Shall be my agents to atchieve my ends , Factors in cunning to vent forth my intentions , Lieutenant Colonell Gordon , and my good Captaine Butler . Gordon . We were musing , What serious thought it was , that could so long Detaine you from our conference . Lesle . Faith I was studying On our great Generals fortunes , upon which Our hopes and lives depend ; what thinke you of them ? Gordon . Well at least , wee 'r bound To hope the best , he 's in himselfe so mighty , He seemes above his fate . Butler . His plots doe carry A faire and specious out side . Lesle . 'T is a signe , Corruption is within them , noble friends , You are my country-men , and if my life May preserve yours from ruine , I shall deem it Religiously imploy'd : if you discover What I intend to utter , 't will but send My age some houres before it s destin'd minute , Unto my grave , and I most willingly , Shall dye the causes martyr . Gordon . By our honours , No syllable shall ever passe our lips , What you in love reveale to us . Lesle . Thus then friends , Rebellion never yet could boast a happy Or prosperous period , Wallensteins designes Are built on sand , and with the Emperours breath Will be disperst into the ayre ; I speak not this , That I doe hate the man , heavens know I love His person , but detest the cause he justifies . Gord. True , the dignity of Princes , Does make what ever quarrels subjects raise Against their Soveraigns , odious . Lesle . Shall we then , Here in a strange country , violate The Lawes of hospitality , unmake the ancient faith Ascrib'd unto our Nation , by assisting A Traytor 'gainst his lawfull Prince , a Generall Against that power which gave him that command , Betray that royall Master , to whose bounty We owe our lives : first rather let 's resolve , To open all his treasons , his proceedings , Unto our Lord the Emperour . Gord. 'T is very just , And in my judgement requisite . Butler .

I doe approve it .

Lesle . 'T were meere madnesse , And he that does mislike it , beares no braine , No soule about him : Instead of slight preferment , Which ( should our Generall prosper ) we at best , Could but expect , we shall have Castles , Lordships , Earledomes , nay Provinces , Be stil'd the savers , Preservers of the Empire , have our names , As 't were in triumph sung about the streets , In popular acclamations , thinke then friends , How farre these certain honours will surpasse Our aëry expectations : come let 's post Straight to Vienna , and informe the Emperour Of all 's proceedings , in this great affaire , We must not use our fortune , but our care . Exeunt .

Scena secunda , Frederick , Albertus , Newman . Newm. Pish , perish still in ignorance , am I , Who am grand master in the art of Love , Not able to instruct a limber youth Of the first growth , your brother here makes love In all ill favor'd tone , and skrewes his countenance , As he were singing of lamentable Ballads Of Tillies overthrow , but you for your part , ( I 've knowne you of an urchin ) are so fiery , You speake all squibs and crackers , carry a Canon In your mouth , you 'l fright the Lady , she 'l imagine You come to ravish her . Albert. The Colonell Tells you , your owne , good brother . New . I 've told you yours too , or I 'm much mistaken , You love , 't should seeme , the faire Emilia , A pretty wench , they say , but that 's no matter , Your fathers are agreed on 't , and you 'd have me Shew you the readiest way , how to accost her Negatively , I will demonstrate instantly . Fred. I shall observe your doctrine most exactly . Newm. Pray observe , You must not then accost her with a shrug , As you were lowzie , with your Lady , sweet Lady , Or most super-excellent Lady , Nor in the Spanish garbe , with a state face , As you had new been eating of a Raddish , And meant to swallow her for mutton to 't : Nor let your words , as that I 'm most afraid of , ( 'Cause 't is your naturall mood ) come rumbling forth , Usher'd with a good full-mouth'd oath , I love you : But speake the language of an overcomming Lover ; I doe not meane that strange pedanticke phrase , Us'd by some gallants , who doe aime at wit , And make themselves starke asses by 't , praise their mistresses By th' Sun and stars , while the poore girles imagine , They meane their signes , their Mercers or Perfumers Inhabit at ( for sure beyond those Planets They 've studied no Astrologie ) but you must In gentle , free , and genuine phrase deliver Your true affection , praise her eye , her lip , Her nose , her cheeke , her chin , her neck , her brest , Her hand , her foot , her leg , her every thing , And leave your roses and your lillies for Your country froes , to make nosegayes of : But stay , here comes your Mistris , her father too , In conference ; fall on my Mirmidon , While we retreat . Int. Waymar , Emilia . Alber.

Speed your endevors , brother . Ex. Newm. Alber

Waym. 'T is so concluded 'twixt me and her father , For both our goods , be not you nice Emilia , The noble youth 's so furnish'd with all worth , You needs must like him . Emilia . Good sir give me license , To let my eye direct my heart to love , And if young Fredericke be the master of Such absolute gifts , doubt not but I shall find them . Waym. My Lord I 'm glad Of this faire interview I and my daughter Were even conferring of you ; sir as yet She 's something timorous , dreads a Souldiers lookes . Fred. She needs not sir . She beares a spell about her that would charme A Scythians native fiercenesse into softnesse , Those spirit-breathing eyes , my Lord , which can Kill as they please , or quicken with a glance . Waym. Now they are enter'd , I le steale away and leave them . Fred. Gentle Lady , To make the addresses of my love-sicke heart , Plaine and apparent to you , that you may , Search through my soule , and find it all your creature , Give me your patient hearing . Emil. 'T is a request , Might tax my manners , should I deny it to One of your noble quality ; use your pleasure . Fred. Which consists In viewing your bright beauty , the idea Of all perfections , which the jealous heavens Durst ever lend to earth divinest — Lady , The gentle ayre which circumscribes your cheeke , Leaving its panting kisses on the flowres , That in that Tempe blossome , does not love Those fields of purity more then mine eyes do , Mine , Lady , is a holy , An intellectual zeale , such as the Angels And Saints , who know no sexes do affect by , Past imitation too , should they who strive To trace me , take the constancy of Swans , Or never-changing Turtles , as their patternes . Emilia . Sir , it seemes You 've studied complement as well as Armes , But he 's a foolish Lover , who to gaine His Mistris , dare not promise what you have utter'd , but I must Have more then verball assurance of your love . Fred. By your faire selfe I 'm reall , do intend , What I 've deliver'd with as much true zeale , As Anchorits do their prayers : I love your minde , Your excellent minde , and for its sake , the pure Shrine , which containes that blessing , this fair building , This pallace of all happinesse , and intreat you , As you have mercy in you , to take pitty Upon my loves stern sufferings , and redresse them , By your consent to take me for your husband . Emilia . Sir you are an over-hasty Lover , to imagine I can at first sight of your person , be Surpriz'd and yeeld , they must be strong allurements , Must tempt a bashfull Virgin still inur'd To no companion but her feares and blushes , To give her heart away , and live in thraldome , Unto a stranger . Fred. Love , Madam , has Eagles eyes ; it can beget acquaintance , Even in a moment , suddenly as time , The time that does succeed it . Farewell . I will not have my over-hasty zeale , Urge your mild sufferance further , pray think on me As one who 've plaid my full extent of blisse , In your injoying , think you are the land wracke , By which the brittle vessell of my hopes , Must through Loves-swelling Ocean be directed , To a safe harbor , honour me to kisse Your faire hand ; Lady now farewell , no blisse Can be in love , till we know what it is . Exeunt .

Scena tertia : Ferdinand , King of Hungary , Gallas , Questenberge . Emper. Crownes are perpetuall cares , and to their heads , That weare the wreath Imperiall , are annext . Forraigne invasions oft may shake a state , But civill broyles are the impetuous fire-brands , That burne up Common-wealths ; to quench A flame domesticke we are met , which will Like fame increase , by going on ; this late Revolt of Wallenstein . Hungar. Perfidious slave ! On whom your plenteous bounties showr'd so fast , They seem'd to drown him , he whose great commands , Could not know ought above them , but your selfe , The Generall of your forces of Gloyawe , Mechlenburg , Sagan , Fridland stil'd the Duke , He to invert your owne Armes 'gainst your selfe , Swels my vext soule to thinke on 't . Emper. 'T is not words , Or aëry threatnings will appease thy mischiefe , It must be done by force ; Matthias Gallas , Have you according to our late commands , Given order for the levying new forces , To oppose this Traytor . Matth. Mighty Sir , I have , And seen them mustred . Emp.

To what amounts their number .

Gall.

Threescore thousand

Hung. A royall Armie , had they been train'd In Military discipline , experience Is halfe the soule of Armes , we will take order , To have them taught the exercise of Armes , By those Hungarians troupes which we brought hither . Emp.

Now sir , your businesse . Int. a messenger .

Messen. Mighty sir , The Governor of Egers , Colonell Gordon , Attended by Lieutenant Colonell Butler , And Colonell Lesle doe desire admittance Into your presence . Emp. Let them enter , They are his friends , and may perhaps discover Some of his trecheries : Noble strangers welcome , Int. Lesle . Gordon , Butler . I doe conceive 't is businesse of importance Has drawne you hither , in Colonell Lesles lookes I reade affaires of consequence , with which His active braine does teeme , and faine would be By 's tongue deliver'd . Lesle . Most mighty Caesar , To indeare the service to you , I shall doe you , By guilding o're each circumstance , its waight And consequence , since 't is my bounden duty , To you , my royall Master , would but shew , Pride and arrogant love in me the author , To my owne act , and so 't would rather lessen Then amplifie my merit ; how I 've serv'd you Under command of him , whom in due justice I cannot mention now without foule curses , Revolted Wallenstein is to these Lords , And your great selfe best knowne . Emp. And our rewards Shall strive to pay those services . Lesle . But when I saw him Put off his faith , abandon his allegeance , Accounting all your bounteous favors trifles , Unto the mountainous pile of his deservings , And like a black cloud hung o're all your Empire , Uncertaine where to break and in 's vast thoughts , Aspir'd your sacred dignity and life , I like his Genius skrewd into his counsels , Explor'd his plots and treasons , and have found them So full of eminent danger . Gordon .

So malicious .

Lesle . Empty of worth and honour , it had been A sinne beyond the horridst punishments , To have conceal'd them from you , and which most Tortures my loyall thoughts , as 't had not been Sufficient for him to rebell himselfe , He has firm'd a league defensive and offensive , With your most eager enemies , Saxon Waymar , Branàenburg , Arheim , and Gustavus Horne , And had a personall meeting for that purpose , Butler . And 't is to be fear'd , That if sudden power stop not their progresse , They will with speedy violence invade you , Heere in your capitall City . Emper. Worthy strangers , In this one act you 've showne your selfe more faithfull , Then all my home-borne subjects , but be sure If gratitude can equall your deserts , You shall injoy that amply : Noble Lesle , The time is come now , and the delemma cast , That must conclude our Empire , which we must Unto thy care commit ; to kill a Traytor , Is a deserving action , for thou strik'st Then with the Sword of Justice : wilt thou adde This one act to thy former high deservings , Kill this Arch-Rebell . Lesle . 'T was an office , We should have beg'd , beleev 't he 's dead already , I le kill him in his pride , in all his glories , With such security , as I would sleepe After a tedious watching . Emp. And expect ,

Natures choice pleasures , that same happinesse You were created for . Emil You have prevail'd Sir ; You who are still victorious o're your foes , Must needs remaine a Conqueror o're your friends , My Lord , receive me freely , I am yours For ever . Fred. This chaste kisse shall seale the contract . Come my Emilia , love is such a wealth , As must be gain'd by free consent , not stealth .

Scena secunda : Wallenstein , Dutchesse , Newman , Terzki , Kintzki , Illawe . Wallens.

Are they agreed yet , Newman ,

Newm. Faith my Lord , The Virgin Lady 's something fearefull , feares A man of warre should board her , lest his charge Should make her keele split , my Lord Fredricke Is of that rough demeanour , spight of my Instructions , he will never learne to woe In the due phrase and garbe . Wallens. I doe admire , The fond base carriage of our giddy youth In love affaires , and grieve to see my sonnes , ( Who should inherit from me my great spirit , As well as fortune ) so degenerate from My masculine courage ; when i th' blooming pride Of my green youth I flourish'd , my desires Aym'd alwayes rather in the tented field To spend my houres , then on a downy Couch , To see the face of a sterne enemy besmear'd with blood , Pleas'd me farre better then a Ladies lookes . Dutch. And yet you vow'd , E're you won me , my Lord , you ne're saw object , That so much pleas'd your appetite . Wallens. Perhaps I might , For the obtaining of my ends , descend From my great spirit so much , as to decline To idle Courtship , the birds and beasts will doe it To sate their appetites , the fiery Steed , ( That in the fervor of a fight , oft times Neighs courage to his rider ) when provok'd With eager heat , will licke and bite his female Into the same desire : The Sparrowes bill , And with a chirping rhetoricke , seeme to court Enjoyment of their wishes , which fulfil'd Dulls their heads , they couch beneath their wings , And in a slumber , forfeit all remembrance Of their past pleasures : Yet insatiate man , In his desire more hot then Steeds or Sparrowes , Will to obtaine it , quite devest his soule Of all that 's masculine in him , and transforme His very being into woman . Newm. Sure , My Lord intends to write some Proclamation , 'Gainst wearing holland smockes , some furious Edict , 'Gainst charitable leaguerers : I 've knowne him , ( And so have you my Lords ) for all this heat 'Gainst woman-hood , pursue a sutlers usroe , ( And she had but one eye neither ) with as much zeale , As e're knight-errand did his faire Linda brides , Or Claridiana . Ent. Fredrick , Emilia . Tert.

My Lord , your son and faire Emilia .

Newm.

The quarrel 's reconcil'd , I le lay my life on 't .

Wallens. Beauteous Lady , The contract 'twixt me and your father , touching The marriage 'twixt my son and your faire selfe , I hope By your consent is ratified : my boy Lookes sprightly , as if he were new return'd From a triumphant victory . But pray divide my soule , my life and fortunes , Are at your disposition : noble Lords , That this base Emperour seekes to take my life By trechery , is an apparant signe , He feares that I should live , and halfe victorious E're blow be strucken , are they whom their foes Dread , e're they doe behold them : let 's go on then , Arm'd with our aides , backt with our causes justice , 'Gainst this insulting Emperour , and resolve To pull the tyrant from his Throne , destroy His very name , his memory , his ashes , With as much easie freedome , as rough windes Demolish crasie buildings . Colonell Gordon , Some five dayes hence we shall arrive at Egers , There to make preparation for the Nuptials , Betwixt our some and faire Emilia . Come Lords , since we amongst our selves are true , Conquest is ours , which we 'l with speed pursue . Exeunt .

Scena tertia : Albertus solus . Alber. To be in love , nay to be so in love , To put off all our reason and discourse , Which does distinguish us from savage beasts , To dote upon a face ( which like a mirrour , Sully'd by any breath ) by the least sicknesse , Growes pale and ghastly : Is not this meere madnesse , Why should 't inhabit here then : sure the soule , As 't is a spirit of a subtle essence , A forme as thin and pure , as is an Angels , Can ne're be author of these wild desires , So opposite to its nature , they 'r all fleshly , Sordid , as is the clay this frame 's compos'd of . Shall the soule , The noble soule , be slave to these wild passions , And bow beneath their waight : ha Isabella , Int. Isab. All reason , sense and soule are in her lookes , There 's no discourse beyond them : cruell faire one , Are you still resolute to persist in your Strange tyranny , and scorne my constant love . Isabel. Doe not sir Abuse that sacred title which the Saints , And powers celestiall glory in , by ascribing It to your loose desires , pray rather cloth them In their owne attribute , terme them your lust sir , Your wild irregular lust , which like those fired rakes , Mis-guiding nighted travellers , will lead you Forth of the faire path of your fame and vertue , To unavoided ruine . Alber. This is coynesse , A cunning coynesse , to make me esteeme At a high rate , that jewell which you seeme To part from so unwillingly ( Merchants use it To put bad wares away : ) deare Isabella , Thinke what excessive honour thou shalt reape , In the exchange of one poore triviall gemme , And that but meerely imaginary , a voyce , And unsubstantiall essence , yet for that Thou shalt have reall pleasures , such as Queenes , Prone to delicious luxury , would covet To sate their appetites : Think Isabella , That hardest Marble , though not cut by force , By oft diffusion of salt drops , is brought Into what ever forme the Carvers fancie Before had destin'd it : your heart 's that substance , And will by frequent oratory of teares , Be brought to weare the perfect stampe , the figure Of my affection on it . Isabel. Thus besieg'd , It is high time , I summon up my vertue , All that is good , about me , to assist

But ne're aspire your Nuptials . Alber. You 're too humble , Impose too meane a value on a gemme , Kings would be proud to weare , deare Isabella , Let not thy modest sweetnesse interpose A new impediment 'twixt my lawfull flames , And thy owne Vestall chastity , let not feare , ( To thy sex incident ) of my fathers wrath Stagger thy resolution ; thou shalt be To me , my father , mother , brother , friend , My all of happinesse ; if we cannot here In peace injoy our wishes , we will love Like Turtles in a Desart , onely blest In one anothers company . Enter Fred Newm. New . Why look you sir . yonder 's the cock o th' game , About to tred you ginny hen , they 'r billing ; Shall we retire , my Lord , perhaps they are going to 't , And 't would be a shame to spoile their sport . Fred.

I am resolv'd , I 'le speake to him .

Newm. Your pleasure must be accomplish'd , But take heed we draw not the Virgins curses on us Both , take heed on 't , it will fall heavy . Alber. Surpriz'd , and by my brother , prethy sweet Withdraw , I would not have thy timorous eares , Frighted with his loud anger . Fred. Save you brother , you 've parted with your Mistresse , pray tell me , does she kisse well , Has she a fragrant lip ? Are her demeanours courtly , apt to ravish ? Are you resolv'd to run away with her , And stain the honour of our family , for her sweet sake ? Alber. Gentle brother , you speak a language I nor understand , Nor value much the meaning . In your love I medled not , and 't had been manners in you , Not to have intruded upon mine , your presence Being unrequired . Fred. You 'r very confident , young Gallant , In defence of your brave Mistresse , I know you are in love , bravely in love With a trim Chamber-maid , a thing made up Of a cast Taffatie gowne of an old Wardrobe : Degenerate brother , were I not assur'd Of your chaste mothers vertues , I should question , Whither my father got you , but I 'm come To disinchant thy senses from the charmes , That hatefull witch throwes on them , but resolve Quickly to quit her , or by Heaven shee 'd better Commix with lightning . Alber. Pray , good brother use Your threats upon your Corporals , or stampe At your tame Lancepresados , when they doe not Performe your charge ; your rage upon your boyes , Were more becomming , then upon your brother : If you will sit , and with attentive patience , Marke what I shall deliver , I will give you Reasons for my intentions , but if not , You may depart unsatisfied . Fred.

Well Sir , be briefe , I shall attend you .

Alb. In briefe , I love faire Isabella , so as honour , Not the vicious heat of youth , Commands me to affect , I love her vertue , And have in that as noble , rich a dowry , As the addition of estate and blood , Which you have acquir'd in your late happy match With young Emilia . Fred. Dare you , boy , name her , And my Emilia as paralels . Alb. Why , good brother , Though she transcends her in her birth and fortunes , Yet in the rare indowments of her minde , She is her equall , vertue has a soul as precious Looke on my face , and reade my businesse there . Alb. Alas my Lord , your lookes Are discompos'd with rage , your fiery eyes Rowle with the accustom'd motion , they had wont To dart upon your enemies , I am Assur'd my innocence can no way merit Your all-consuming anger . Wallens. 'T is a lye , A worthlesse lye , false as thy flattering hopes are , You are in love , most gallantly in love With Isabella , one who is compos'd Of paint and plaisters : thou degenerate monster , Traytor to fame , and parricide to honour , Abject in thy condition , as thy thoughts are ; Teare this vil'd strumpet from thy soule , do 't quickly , Renounce her with all binding tyes can urge thee To keep thy faith , or I will quite put off The name of Father , take as little notice Thou art my of-spring , as the surly North , Does of the snow , which when it has ingendred , Its wild breath scatters through the earth forgotten . Alb. This was the killing fever I still fear'd ; Sir I should be a stranger to your blood , As well as noble worth , should I commit Actions I sham'd to justifie : I confesse I love faire Isabella , and beseech you , The meanenesse of her fortune and her birth Omitted . she may be confer'd upon me In lawfull marriage . Wallens. Dare you boy , Speake this to me . Alb. I should Sir be degenerate From your great spirit , should I feare to utter What I doe wish effected , were you a God , As being my Father , you 'r but a degree To me beneath one , in a cause so righteous , I should not onely boldly crave your license , But hope to have it granted . Wallens. Hell and furies , Durst any mortall foole , but my owne issue , Venter to brave my fury thus ; resolve Villaine in full to satisfie my purpose , Doe it without regret , renounce this strumpet Even from thy soule , abandon her remembrance . Or by my owne unwearied valour , better , And with more safety thou mayst hug a wave , When its white lips kisse heaven : yong sir your honor Is not your owne , for it you 'r but my factor , And must give me account , a strict account Of the errors you run in : to the Dust Of my great Ancestors , stand I accountant For all my family , and their blest ashes Would breake their Marble lodgings , and come forth To quarrell with me , should I permit this bar To staine their glorious Heraldry . Alb. Great Sir , Can vertue be a blemish , or true worth Disgrace Nobility ; 't was that at first , When Nature made all equall , did distinguish 'Twixt man and man , and gave a just precedence To the most worthy : Honour is Vertues of-spring , Since then the Angell , my affection 's fixt on , Is faire and vertuous , all the good that ever Durst with fraile flesh commix , or earth be proud of : How to our Families honour can she bring A diminution ? Can sir the chaste ice , Kiss'd by the Sun , into its native substance , Pollute a chrystall River , surely rather It addes fresh moysture to its streame . My Lord , I am your sonne , and have been still obedient To your commands ; O by your love , your vertue , Your never daunted vertue , I beseech you , Grant me this one request , wer 't for my life , I should not be so abject , as to spend This breath for its redemption . Wallens. Well , thy prate Has overcome me , I am pittifull , Beyond my nature pittifull to thee , Thou shalt injoy thy wishes . Alb. All the blessings , Prayers can obtain from heaven , showr down upon you For your superlative mercy . Wallens. Stay and marke me , 'T shall be with this condition , that as soone As thou art wed , and hast injoy'd thy wishes , Ere the next Sun rise on you , You resolve without remorse , To kill your Isabella . Alb.

Heavens protect me !

Wall . Nay thou shalt sweare it too : 'Las gentle boy , I know thy nature is too full of fire , To mix with sordid earth , and though thy last , ( Which is but manhood in thee ) prompt thee on , To taste the sweets of Isabellas beauty , I know thou scornst so much to unmake thy Gentry , To take her for thy wife , perhaps she will not Give up her honour , till the Church has seal'd That grant as lawfull ; freely I allow Her brave ambition , if as a reward Due to her haughty pride , thy own hands kill her , And so wipe out the infamy . Alb. Strange cruelty ! so tyrants us'd to grant offenders life , After their condemnation : to reserve them To combat wild beasts in the spacious Cirque , Or bloody Amphitheater : My Lord . Wallens. Pish I am deafe , inexorable as Seas Toth ' prayers of Mariners , when their sinking Keel Is drunke with billowes . Ent. Dutch . Isabel and Page . Dutch. O my Lord , Your justice on this cursed witch , this thiefe , This morning I have lost out of my Cabinet The so much valu'd Jewell , which your bounty Bestow'd upon me , none but she and I Having been there since ; she must be thiefe : Force her to restitution . Wall . 'T was a gem , my mother gave me , which I did preserve With as much care , as votaries doe the reliques Of their protecting Saints : I gave it you , When in the eager fervor of my youth , I destin'd you my wife : come hither minion , You who can steale the Jewels of mens hearts , With your inchanting sorceries , will not feare To make a venter upon pettier theft : Sirrah goe bid them wait me here . Isab. My Lord , I 'm so secure in my own innocence , That should your fury riot on my life , 'T would not affright me , I should meet my death , As willingly as I should doe my rest , After a tedious watching , there 's no armour Like that of innocence , with which I 'm guarded , And therefore laugh at punishment . Wal So brave I shal soon quell your insolence ; lay hands Ent. a Guard On this ignoble strumpet , hang her up , here in my presence . Alb.

Stay sir , I doe beseech you heare me .

Wal. Your intreaties are cast on me , as fools throw oyl on fire , Striving to extinguish it : hang her up , I le hang you all else . Alb. Then Sir I will speake , Since you forget to be a father to me , I will put off my duty ; I 'm resolv'd , Since 't is impossible that we should live , To dye together : nor doe not slave presume , To touch this mine of purity , 't is a treasure While I 'm alive Hell cannot ravish from me , ( For fiends would feare to touch it ) if you murder This spotlesse innocent Virgin , you are such , So mercilesse a tyrant , as doe love To feed on your owne bowels , one whom nature Created for a curse , and to get curses , Such prodigies as I am , one whom all Lovers Shall tremble at , if mentioned ; one . Wallens. Death have I lost my command , is he or I To be obey'd ? hang her , if he resist , Kill the unnaturall Traytor . Isab. Deare Albertus , draw not a ruine on thy prizeles life , For my despis'd sake I will go to death , All peace as does an Anchorite , that 's assur'd of all his sinnes forgivenesse . Alb. Sawcie divell , carry that touch of her to hell , 't will serve To mitigate thy tortures . Is run through . Kils one of the Guard . Dutch. O my Lord , what has your fury acted , Deare Albertus . Alb. 'T was a most friendly hand , and I could kisse it , For the most welcome benefit ; Isabella , In death thou givest me life , thy innocence , Will like my guardian Angell , safely convey me To yonder heavenly Mansion : pray forgive me , Deare Sir , if in my over-hasty zeale In this poore innocents quarrell , my wild fury , Transgress'd my naturall duty , and as the last Request your dying son can aske , take pitty On this most innocent Maid : thy hand , my faire one , And now as willingly I doe expire , As a blest Martyr , who does court the fire . O Isabella dies . Dutch.

O my deare Albert .

Wall . Death slave , dare you play with a flame That shall consume you . Hang her up , or torments shall pay your breach of duty . Isab. There friend , there 's all the Jewels I am mistris of , And that thou merits , prethee be as speedy In thy dispatch , as fate it selfe ; there is A pure white Ghost in you same azure cloud , Expects me straight , I come my deare Albertus . Is hang'd . Wallens. Take hence their bodies , 't was a hopefull boy , And one I lov'd well , till his wild love Made him forget his duty ; and 't is better He di'd with fame , his sword in 's hand , then that He 'd liv'd with foule dishonour : would he were Alive agen , I do begin to feele strange horrors here , and that Big guest , my soule , is shaken as with a nipping frost , hence idle Grief , I must be furnish'd with more spritly passions , thou art too Heavy , fit for the society of none but pensive women . All must dy , Why should not he then , 't was his destiny . Exeunt .

Scena secunda : Gordon , Lesle , Butler . Lesle .

Are all your horse in readinesse .

Gordon . Yes , 't is time , That we were mounted , 't is foure leagues at least Unto the Generals Campe , and 't will be late Ere we arrive there , are you yet resolv'd Upon the meanes , by which to put in practice Our long intended purpose , our delay Will make the Emperour apt to call in question Our faiths integrity , Lesle . So great a businesse , Is not with easie speed to be perform'd : An eager haste oft-times o'rethrowes the fortunes Of such affaires , if we once get him hither , Within our City walls , be confident , He 's in his grave ; but have you given command , That all your Souldiers be in readinesse , To waite the Generalls entry . Butler . They shall be In their best furniture of Armes , all drawne Into parada , he shall have all pompe , And ornament of warre , to bid him welcome . Lesle These triumphs Shall be but funerall pomps before his death ; Gordon , you must , as Governour of Egers , Present the keyes with all humility To his dispose , 't will make him be more carelesse , And trust his very soule into our hands . Gordon . Doubt not me , I shall performe with cunning skill , what e're Belongs to me ; but doe you intend the Generall Alone shall fall , or his confederates Shall perish with him , Lesle . O by all meanes , Indian princes Doe carry slaves to wait on them into The other world , and 't were inglorious , That our brave Generall should not have that privilege Count Tertzki , Kintzki , Newman , Marshall Illawe , Shall be his harbingers , and i' th' shades below , Provide fit entertainment for his Ghost . Butl. They are of power , their deaths will shrowdly weaken , The strength of the Conspiracie . Lesle . Very true , I 'le craftily instill into his eares , New causes of distrust , so to beget In him more confidence of my faith , so to Allure him hither sooner , we must worke Surely , as does the Mole , who digs Her habitation in the earth , and scornes ! All the assaults of tempests ; when he 's in , We must be prompt in action , sure of hand , And sound of heart , and strike him with that violence , From the suppos'd Heavens , His ambition climbs to , that the thin ayre Does from its purer Regions Dull earthly meteors ; come let 's away , Nought crosses actions like a dull delay . Exeunt .

Scena tertia : Wallenstein solus . Wallens. To be diseas'd in mind , diseas'd past cure Of Physicke or sage counsell , is a madnesse , The active Souldiers , all whose ends are glory , And that by vertue ( cowards terme a sinne ) Ambition , should not be acquainted with . Although my cares doe hang upon my soule , Like mines of Lead , the greatnesse of my spirit , Shall shake the sullen waight off ; naturall rest , ( Is like a wholsome bath to limbes opprest With gouts and aches ) to a troubled minde , A most excelling medicine , and I feele A strong propension in my braine , to court Sleepe for its mild Physitian : within there ; boy . Ent a Page . Sirrah be sure that none disturbe my rest , On no occasion , on your life I charge you . Page .

Shall I sing Sir .

Wallens. Yes , if the notes be heavy , apt to invite The weary soule to slumbers . Song . Page .

Who 's there ? you must not enter .

Dutch. Must not sirrah , Ent. Dutch . Where is your Lord ? Page . Your pardon , gracious Madam , he 's laid down To rest , and has upon my life commanded Me , none should wake him . Dutch. Thinkst thou he is So much addicted to his ease , he will Neglect his businesse , goe in and tell him , The Governors of Egers , Colonell Gordon , And Colonell Lesle are without upon Affaires of consequence . Page . Would your Grace Would pardon me , your selfe with greater safety Might do it , Madam . Dutch.

Foolish boy , goe in , I will be thy security .

Page . I shall performe , Though most unwillingly your command ; my Lord , Please you to rise , your Dutchesse . Wallens. Ha , where 's my sword , Thou art a Coward Ghost , and not my sonnes , To take me in my sleepe unarm'd , my Poniard Will still be faithfull to me , if thou beest not Thin ayre , its point will graze on thee . Stabs the Page . Dutch. O my Lord , What has your fury acted ? this your sudden Murdring this innocent youth , doth adde new horrors To your strange cruelties . Wallens. Ha , my Page ! his death Was but due justice for his breach of duty , For thus disturbing of my rest . Dutch. My Lord , Your hands are purpled so in innocent blood , Teares cannot wash the tincture of : my selfe Am as deepe guilty as you in the slaughter Of Isabella , she was innocent , The Jewell I accus'd her of , this morning , Griefe to my soule , I 've found , pray heaven , repentance May expiate our offences . Wallens. I begin To feele strange horrors here , my Marble soule , Does strive to sweat it selfe into a teare , At thought of these sad accidents . Noble Friends , Ent. Gord. Butl. Lesle , Newm. Tert. Kint. You 'r opportunely welcome , I was opprest With sudden melancholy , but your lov'd presence Expells all thought of it , and I 'm growne As full of sprightly mirth , as when my hopes Aime at a glorious victory . Gordon . Mighty Duke , According to my duty , I am come Here to present you with the keyes of Egers , My place of Government , and with them my life , To doe you service . Wallens. noble Gordon , you doe so much indeare mee by your love , I have no possibility to requite Your overflow of Curtesies , have you not Receiv'd new intelligence of businesse , Which does concerne me . Lesle . New temptations Sir Against your precious life , 't is to be fear'd , Lest seeing we doe slacke so in performance Of what we 've promis'd , he 'l imploy new agents To attempt your ruine , and should treason , As 't is a subtle serpent , stings unseen Sir , Invade your life : to what a dire misfortune Were we , whose lives have upon your dependance , Betray'd , and therefore good my Lord beware , Lest your owne courage , which contemns all dangers , Doe undoe you . Wallens. Never feare ; how farre Is 't hence to Egers . Gordon .

Some three houres easie march .

Wallens. Set forward thither ; It were in vaine my enemies swords to feare , When I doe carry sharper poniards here . Exeunt .

Explicit Actus quartus .

Actus quintus :

Scena prima . Emperour , Hungary , Questenberg . Emp. Vext with so many cares , so many mischiefs , That doe like Hidra's dreadfull heads increase , By cutting off , as billowes follow billowes , Succeed each other with that eager violence , Our weary Eagles know not where to perch , But flag their sickly wings : wer 't not irreligious , I should capitulate with the powers divine , And tax them of injustice ; my whole raigne Has been a long and one continued trouble ; And if blest peace with her faire beames did e're Shine on our Empire , 't was but like a faire Deceitfull wind , courting the ships out of the harbor , Into the maine to drowne them : but the mother Of a more horrid warfare , that I feare as I found the Wreathe Imperiall drown'd in blood , So I in blood must leave it . Quest. Have good hope Sir , Tides then approach their full height , when their ebbe Has been at lowest ; the most hideous tempests , Which seem'd to threat the ruine of the world , Bing usher'd in by thunder and hot lightning , Are soonest past , there 's nothing violent Can boast of perpetuity ; our fortunes Are not so desperate , as our feares present them : We 've hands and hearts left yet , that dare oppose The inhumane Traytor , and our causes justice Assures us , if we cannot live victorious , We shall dye nobly . Hung. Man , my royall Father Is not himselfe , when he beholds Events through the quicke perspective of feare , Which shewes him dangers at remotest distance , As clearest and his most perspicuous obiects . Suppose this traitor in his Giant-reach Fathome ev'n heaven it selfe , yet there are bolts To strike him into earth for his ambition , And make his memory and name , all , save his treason , For ever to be forgotten . Emp. That which most Does drive my tortur'd soule into affrights , Is , that I see we 'r false among our selves : The faithlesse Souldiers daily doe in troupes , Fly from our Ensignes to the Traytors Campe : What cause have we then but t' expect sad ruine ? When those who should be our security , Doe prove our greatest enemies ; our Guard , Our feare and terror , they all looke On him , as superstitious Indians on the Sunne , With adoration ; on me , with contempt , Or ( but at best ) with pitty . Quest. Mighty Caesar , To doubt an ill before it fall upon us , 'Mongst valiant and resolved soules is counted A point of cowardise : Great Spirits ever Should be above their fates ; good Sir retreat Into that fortresse of your minde , Your resolution , call it up to guard , Your soule from timorous thoughts : Are you the man have sway'd The Roman Empire foure and twenty yeeres , With that successe against your forraigne foes , Your very name more then your forces vanquish'd , To let a Traytor fright you : good my Lord Let 's draw forth new battalias to the Field , Awake the Drum and Trumpet , summon up The very last hopes of our weaken'd strength , 'Gainst this insulting traytor ; very infants Will on the sudden grow up able men , And fight in this brave quarrell . Hung. Heaven it selfe Will arme on our side , and with certaine vengeance , Pursue the inhumane monster : why ? to dye , ( As that 's the worst can happen ) in this cause , Were a religious martyrdome : I am your son Sir , And what your fortunes are , good or disastrous , Mine has on them dependance ; by my hopes , I doe So little waigh the glorious traytors pride , I thinke him worthy scarce my meanest thought , And rest assur'd , ere long , I shall behold This fearefull meteor , that would be a Star , And does affright us with his hideous blaze , Like a vaine Comet drop his fading rayes . Emp. Your comforts Come as in droughts the elementall dew Does on the earth , it wets , but leaves no moysture , To give the sear'd plants growth : But yesternight We 'd certaine information , that our forces Led by Matthias Gallas , were o'rethrowne By Saxon Waymar , and his son young Fredricke : Who had they knowne as well how to pursue , As gaine a victory , and made a sudden Onslaught upon Vienna , their 's ; not ours Had been the Wreathe Imperiall . Now your newes sir . Int Messenger . Messen.

Letters from Colonell Lesle fir , from Egers .

Emp. This is our latest hope ; he writes me word , That the Arch-traytor , and his prime confederates , Last night arriv'd at Egers , and assures me Of their immediate ruine : Well Colossus , You 'd best stand firme , unshaken as a rocke , Whose feet the fierce waves striving to trip up , Doe 'gainst its hard hoofes dash themselves to pieces , Or thou wilt fall unpittied , fall to be The scorne of story , the contempt and by-word To all posterity ; let 's in my Lords : This law the Heavens inviolably keepe , Their justice well may slumber , but ne're sleepe . Exeunt .

Scena ultima : Wallenstein , Tertzki , Kintzki , Illawe , Newman , Lesle , Butler , Gordon . Lesle . The honour you have done us mighty Duke , By this your gracious presence , gives a period To our ambition ; Egers is growne proud , Dares with Vienna stand in competition , Which is the capital City , which does hold The true and lawfull Caesar . Gordon . Ferdinand , Had he arriv'd here in his greatest glory , Could not have been more welcome ; while I am Governour of this towne , it and my life Are at your service . Wallens. Noble Gentlemen , You do so loade me with new courtesies , I know not first for which to give you thankes , And did a sullen humour not possesse My much distemper'd faculties , my mirth Should speake my gratitude ; but on the sudden , I am so overburdned with sad thoughts , I cannot suite my minde ( so much opprest ) To jollitie . Lesle . 'T is our generall griefe , Ought should disturbe your quiet here , when we Were all compos'd of triumph , for the joy We doe conceive for your arrivall . My noble Lord of Tertzki , these are the welcomes Full bowles of sprightly Wine that Souldiers use In entertainment ; to our Generals health , And to his good recovery from his melancholy . Tert. Who shall refuse to pledge it with that zeale , He would drinke healthfull potions , may it be A deadly poyson to him : Colonell Gordon . New . May he dye for droughth like a Westphalia Pig I' th' dog dayes , or be choakt with eating tosted cheese . Gordon . My Lord of Kintzki , This to our Generals health , and welcome hither . New . I 'm like to faint for thirst , Would 't would arrive at me once , my mouth Even waters at it . Kintz.

Noble Butler .

Butler .

Marshall Illawe .

Newm. I shall be last , I see , But if the stoopes hold out , 't is ten to one I 'le have my share . Illawe .

Here Colonell Newman .

New . And 't were the Tun of Heidleberg , I 'd drink it Off with as much ease , as a leaguer can In a grim sutlers house of thatch : My Lord , Under your gracious pardon , take me off This lusty rowse to your owne health , and after Begin as much to each of ours , and if It doe not make you as merry as a Corporall Upon pay day , say I 'm no Esculapius , But a meere Mountebanke in the effects Of sprightly Wine . Wallens. Kind Gentlemen , my thankes To all of you , and would my disposition Afford me licence , I should not forget The souldiers ceremonie , to begin Each of your happy wishes howsoever I will trench so farre on my melancholy , To drink this cup . To all your healths . Omnes . Your Grace hath shewen us A too excessive curtesie . Wall . I le onely Repose a little , and if I find My sad distemper alter , I le returne , And frolicke in your company . Newm. I smell him : Hee has a plot upon us , hee 'le steale hence , And shift a score or two of cups , and then Set fresh upon us , make us all as drunke , As rats in the Canaries . Lesle .

Wee 'l attend your Grace .

Wallens. By no meanes , Let not my melancholy discompose Your thought of frolicke mirth : There 's Colonel Newman , Will in my absence take a cup or two For mee : meane time bee merry , 't is my charge : Remember to observe it . Ex. Wallens . Lesle . I 'me sorry , Hee should bee thus distemper'd here . My Lord Let not our Generals sadnesse rob us of Our late intended iollity : Colonell Newman You 'd wont to bee all ayre : I hope , you are not Turn'd earth o' th' suddaine . Newm. No faith , thank heaven , I feel no inclination that savours of mortality : gentlemen Shal 's have a catch . Omnes .

With all our hearts , good Colonell .

New . A military Madrigall , I learn'd it Of a right Impe of Mars , a red-fac'd Serjeant , At Halberstat . To me be terrible , since 't is maine folly , To feare that which we no way can avoid : Nor is 't much matter how we dye , by force , Or naturally checker'd with grisly wounds , Or in our beds , since all 's but the same death still : Oh! but to dye surcharg'd with mortall sinnes , Such as can kill our everlasting beings , Our soules , and send them hence to bathe in floods Of living fire ; there , that 's the frightfull mischiefe , The other 's but a trifle ; I , who never Could feare the other , at the thought of this , Am one with death already ; my vast crimes , My horrid murders kill that conscience in me , Which makes me know my guilt , that conscience , Which as my shaddow followes me . Int. Lesle , Gordon , Butler . Gordon : Come softly , And if my stroake misse , second me . Stabs Wallenstein in the backe . Wallens. Ha! 't was no ghost , that was a Mortall touch , It came so home and heavily : base Traytor , Who e're thou art , thou durst not see my face , My lookes would even have blasted thee : Ha! Lesle , Gordon , Butler . Lesle . Yes Traytor-Duke , 't was we , who out thy soul From thy weake twist of life , we who glory More in performing this brave act of justice , Then had we gain'd the Empire thy ambition Aspir'd to , thy base trecheries to Caesar , Are by us reveng'd . Gordon . The Counts , Thy bold confederate Rebels , by our hands Sent to their ruine . Wallens. Thus coward Hare , Prey on a dying Lyon , for thee Lesle , Basely perfidious to me in thy faith , Receive my last breath in a curse : you have But plaid the Hang-men to performe heavens justice . Forgive me Heaven my past offence : I dye , Not for my ambition , but my cruelty . Dyes . Lesle . Let us convey the body in , ard post With all speed to Vienna , and give notice Toth ' Emperor of our proceedings ; thus every Traytor shall , Stead of a Crowne , meet his owne Funerall .

FINIS .

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