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 The virgin martir a tragedie. As it hath bin diuers times publickely acted with great applause, by the seruants of his Maiesties Reuels. Written by Phillip Messenger and Thomas Deker. Massinger, Philip, 1583-1640. Dekker, Thomas, ca. 1572-1632. [86] p. Printed by B[ernard] A[lsop] for Thomas Iones, London : 1622. 1620

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THE VIRGIN MARTIR , A TRAGEDIE , AS IT HATH BIN DIVERS times publickely Acted with great Applause , By the Seruants of his Maiesties Reuels .

Written by Phillip Messenger and Thomas Deker .

LONDON , Printed by B , A. for Thomas Iones . 1622 .

The Actors names .

Dioclesian Emperours of Rome . Maximinus ,
A King of Pontus . A King of Epire . A King of Macedon . Sapritius , Gouernour of Caesaria . Theophilus , a zealous persecutor of the Christians . Sempronius , Captaine of Sapritius Guards . Antoninus , sonne to Sapritius . Macrinus , friend to Antoninus . Harpax an euill spirit , following Theophilus in the shape of a Secretary . Artemia , daughter to Dioclesian . Caliste Daughters to Theophilus . Christeta .
Dorothea , The Virgin Martyr . Angelo , a good spirit , seruing Darothea in the habite of a Page . A Brittish Slaue . Hercius , a Whoremaster . Seruants to Darothea . Spungius , a Drunkard .

A Priest to Iupiter . Officers and Executioners .
THE VIRGIN MARTIR .
Actus primus . Scene I. Enter Theophilus , Harpax . Theoph. COme to Casarea to night ? Harpax . Most true Sir , Theoph. The Emperour in person ? Harpax . Do I hue . Theo. T is wondrous strange , the marches of great Princes Like to the motions of prodigious Meteors . Are step , by step obseru'd , and lowd tong'd Fame The harbinger to prepare their entertainment : And were it possible , so great an armie , Though couer'd with the night , could be so neere : The Gouernour cannot be so vnfriended Among the many that attend his person , But by some secret meanes he should haue notice Of Casars purpose in this , then excuse me If I appeare incredulous . Harpax . At your pleasure . Theop. Yet when I call to mind you neuer faild me In things more difficult , but haue discouered Deeds that were done thousand leagues distant from me , When neither woods , nor caues , not secret vaults , No nor the power they serue , could keep these Christians , Or from my reach or punishment , but thy magicke Still layd them open : I begin againe To be as confident as heretofore . It is not possible thy powerfull art Should meete a checke , or fayle . Enter a Priest with the image of Iupiter ; Caliste , Christata . Harp . Looke on these vestals , The holy pledges that the gods haue giu'n you , Your chast faire daughters . Wer 't not to vpbraid A seruice to a maister not vnthankfull , I could say this in spite of your preuention , Seduc'd by an imagin'd faith , not reason , ( Which is the strength of Nature ) quite forsaking The Gentile gods , had yeelded vp themselues To this new found religion . This I crosd , Discouerd their intentions , taught you to vse With gentle words and milde perswasions , The power , and the authority of a father Set of with cruell threats and so reclaimd em , And whereas they with torments should haue dy'd , ( Hels furies to me had they vndergone it ) aside They are now votaries in great Iupiters temple , And by his Priest instructed , growne familiar With all the Mysteries , nay the most abstruse ones Belonging to his Dietie . Theoph. T was a benefit For which I euer owe you , Haile Ioues Flamen , Haue these my daughters reconcilde themselues ( Abandoning for euer the Christian way ) To your opinion . Priest . And are constant in it , They teach their teachers with their depth of iudgement , And are with arguments able to conuert The enemies to our gods and answer all They can obiect against vs . Theoph. My deere daughters . Caliste . We dare dispute against this new sprung sect In priuate or publicke . Harpax . My best Lady . Perseuer in it . Christeta. And what we maintaine We will seale with our bloods . Harpax . Braue resolution . I eu'n grow fat to see my labors prosper . Theoph. I yong againe to your deuotions . Harpax . Doe . My prayers be present with you . exeunt Priest and daughters Theoph. Oh my Harpax . Thou engine of my wishes , thou that steeldst My bloody resolutions , thou that armst My eyes gainst womanish teares and soft compassion . Instructing me without a sigh to looke on Babes torne by violence from their mothers brests To feed the fire , and with them make one flame : Old men as beasts , in beasts skins torne by dogs : Virgins and matrons tire the executioners , Yet I vnsatisfied thinke their torments easie . Harpax . And in that iust , not cruell . Theoph. Weare all scepters That grace the hands of kings made into one , And offerd me , all crownes layd at my feete , I would contemne them all , thus spit at them . So I to all posterities might be cald The strongest champion of the Pagan gods And rooter out of Christians . Harpax . Oh mine owne , Mine owne deere Lord , to further this great worke I euer liue thy slaue . Enter Saprinus and Sempronius . Theoph. No more the Gouernour . Sapr. Keepe the ports close , and let the guards be doubl'd Disarme the Christians , call it death in any To weare a sword , or in his house to haue one . Semp. I shall be carefull Sir , Sap. It will well become you . Such as refuse to offer sacrifice To any of our gods , put to the torture . Grub vp this growing mischiefe by the roots , And know when we are mercifull to them , We to our selues are cruell . Semp. You poure oyle On fire that burnes already at the height , I know the Emperours Edict and my charge , And they shall find no fauour . Theoph. My good Lord , This care is timely , for the entertainment Of our great maister , who this night in person Comes here to thanke you . Sapritius . Who the Emperour ? Har. To cleere your doubts , he does return in triumph , Kings lackying by his triumphant Chariot , And in this glorious victory my Lord , You haue an ample share : for know your sonne , The nere enough commended Antoninus , So well hath fleshd his maiden sword , and died His snowy plumes so deepe in enemies blood , That besides publicke grace , beyond his hopes There are rewards propounded . Sap. I would know No meane in thine could this be true . Harpax . My head answer the forfeit . Sapritius . Of his victory There was some rumor , but it was assurd The army passd a full dayes iourney higher Into the countrey . Harpax . It was so determin'd , But for the further honor of your sonne , And to obserue the gouernment of the citty , And with what rigor , or remisse indulgence The Christians are pursude he makes his stay here . For proofe his trumpets speake his neere arriuall . Trumpets afarre of . Sap. Haste good Sempronius , draw vp our guards , And with all ceremonious pompe receiue The conquering army . Let our garrison speake Their welcome in lowd shouts , the citie shew Her state and wealth . Sempr. I am gone . exit Sempronius Sapr. O I am rauish'd With this great honour , cherish good Theophilus This knowing scholler , send your faire daughters I will present them to the Emperour , And in their sweet conuersion , as a mirror Expresse your zeale and duty . a lesson of Cornets . Theoph. Fetch them good Harpax . A guard brought in by Sempronius , souldiers leading in three kings bound , Antoninus and Macrinus carrying the Emperors Egles , Dioclesian with a guilt laurell on his head , loading in Artemia , Sapritius kisses the Emperors hand , then embraces his sonne , Harpax brings in Caliste and Christeta , lowd showts . Diocle. So at all parts I finde Caesarea Compleatly gouernd , the licentious souldier Confin'd in modest limits , and the people Taught to obey , and not compeld with rigor ; The ancient Roman discipline reuiu'd , ( Which raysde Roome to her greatnes , and proclaimd her The glorious mistresse of the conquerd world ) But aboue all the seruice of the gods So zealously obseru'd , that ( good Sapritius ) In words to thanke you for your care and duty Were much vnworthy Dioclesians honor Or his magnificence to his loyall seruants . But I shall find a time with noble titles To recompence your merits . Sapr. Mightiest Caesar Whose power vpon this globe of earth , is equall To loues in heauen , whose victorious triumphs On prowd rebellious Kings that stir against it Are perfit figures of his immortall trophees Wonne in the gyants war , whose conquering sword Guided by his strong arme , as deadly kils As did his thunder , all that I haue done , Or if my strength were centupld could do , Comes short of what my loyalty must challenge . But if in any thing I haue deseru'd Great Casars smile , t is in my humble care Still to preserue the honour of those gods , That make him what he is : my zeale to them I euer haue expressd in my fell hate Against the Christian sect , that with one blow Ascribing all things to an vnknowne power , Would strike downe all their temples , and allowes them Nor sacrifice nor altars . Diocle. Thou in this Walkest hend in hand with mee , my will and power Shall not alone confirme , but honor all That are in this most forward . Sap. Sacred Casar ; If your imperiall Maiestie stand pleasd To showre your fauours vpon such as are The boldest champions of our religion , Looke on this reuerend man , to whom the power Of serching out , and punishing such delinquents , Was by your choyce committed , and for proofe He hath deseru'd the grace imposd vpon him , And with a fayre and euen hand proceeded Partiall to none , not to himselfe , or those Of equall neerenesse to himselfe , behold This paire of Virgins . Diocle What are these ? Sapr. His daughters . Arte. Now by your sacred fortune they are faire ones , Exceeding faire ones , would 't were in my power To make them mine . Theo. They are the gods , great Lady , They were most happy in your seruice else , On these when they fell from their fathers faith I vsde a iudges power , entreaties failing ( They being seduc'd ) to win them to adore The holy powers we worship , I put on The scarlet robe of bold authority , And as they had bin strangers to my blood , Presented them in the most horrid forms All kind of tortures , part of which they sufferd With Roman constancy . Arte. And could you endure Being a father , to behold their limbs Extended on the racke ? Theo. I did , but must Confesse there was a strange contention in me , Betweene the impartiall office of a Iudge , And pitty of a father , to helpe Iustice Religion stept in , vnder which ods Compassion fell : yet still I was a father , For euen then , when the flinty hangmans whips Were worne with stripes spent on their tender limbs , I kneeld , and wept , and begd them though they would Be cruell to themselues , they would take pittie On my gray haires . Now note a sodaine change , Which I with ioy remember , those whom torture Nor feare of death could terrifie , were orecome By seeing of my suffrings , and so wonne , Returning to the faith that they were borne in , I gaue them to the gods , and be assurde I that vsde iustice with a rigorons hand Vpon such beauteous virgins , and mine owne , Will vse no fauour where the cause commands me To any other , but as rocks be deafe To all intreaties . Diocle. Thou deseru'st thy place , Still hold it and with honor , things thus orderd Touching the gods t is lawfull to descend To human cares , and exercise that power Heauen has conferd vpon me , which that you Rebels and traytors to the power of Rome Should not with all extremities vndergoe , What can you vrge to qualifie your crimes Or mitigate my anger ? Epire. We are now Slaues to thy power , that yesterday were kings , And had command ore others , we confesse Our grandsires payd yours tribute , yet left vs As their forefathers had desire of freedome . And if you Romans hold it glorious honor Not onely to defend what is your owne , But to enlarge your Empire , ( though our fortune Denies that happinesse ) who can accuse The famishd mouth if it attempt to feed , Or such whose fetters eate into their freedomes , If they desire to shake them off . Pontus . We stand The last examples to proue how vncertaine All humane happinesse is , and are prepard To endure the worst . Macedon . That spoake which now is highest In Fortunes wheele , must when she turns it next Decline as low as we are . This consider'd Taught the Egyptian Hercules Sesostris ( That had his chariot drawne by captiue kings ) To free them from that slauery , but to hope Such mercy from a Roman , were meere madnesse . We are familiar with what cruelty Roome since her infant greatnesse , euer vsde Such as she triumphd ouer , age nor sexe Exempted from her tyranny : scepterd Princes Kept in your common dungeons , and their children ! In scorne traind vp in base Mechanicke arts For publicke bondmen ; in the catologue Of those vnfortunate men , we exspect to haue Our names remembred . Diocle. In all growing Empires Eu'n cruelty is vsefull , some must suffer And be set vp examples to strike terror In others though far of but when a State Is raysde to her perfection , and her Bases Too firme , to shrinke , or yeeld , we may vse mercy And do 't with safety , but to whom ? not cowards ? Or such whose basenesse shames the conqueror , And robs him of his victorie , as weake Perseus Did great AEmilius . Know therefore kings Of Epire , Pontus , and of Macedon , That I with courtesie can vse my prisoners As well as make them mine by force , prouided That they are noble enemies : such I found you Before I made you mine , and since you were so , You haue not lost the courages of Princes , Although the Fortune : had you borne your selues Deiectedly , and base , no slauery Had beene too easie for you , but such is The power of noble valour , that we loue it Eu'n in our enemies , and taken with it , Desire to make them friends , as I will you . Epire. Mocke vs not Caesar . Diocle. By the Gods I do not . Vnloosse their bonds , I now as friends embrace you , Giue them their Crownes againe . Pon. We are twice ouercome , By courage and by courtesie . Mace . But this latter , Shall teach vs to liue euer faithfull Vassals , To Dioclesian and the power of Rome . Epire. All Kingdomes fall before her . Pon. And all Kings Contend to honour Cesar . Diocle. I beleeue Your tongues are the true Trumpets of your hearts , And in it I most happy Queene of fate , Imperious Fortune mixe some light disaster With my so many ioyes to season em , And giue them sweeter rellish , I am girt round With true felicity , faithfull subiects here , Here bold Commanders , heere with new made friends . But what 's the crowne of all in thee Artemia , My only child whose loue to me and duty Striue to exceede each other , Ar. I make payment But of a debt which I stand bound to tender As a daugher , and a subiect . Diocle. Which requires yet A retribution from me Artemia Tyde by a fathers care how to bestow Aie well of all things to me most pretious . Nor will I therefore longer keepe thee from The chiefe ioyes of creation , mariage rites , Which that thou mayst with greater pleasure tast of , Thou shalt not like with mine eyes but thine owne Amongst these kings forgetting they were captiues , Or these remembring not they are my subiects , Make choyce of any , by Ioues dreadfull thunder , My will shall ranke with thine . Arte. It is a bounty The daughters of great Princes seldome meete with . For they , to make vp breaches in the state , Or for some other politicke ends are forc'd To match where they affect not , may my life Deserue this fauour . Diocle. Speake , I long to know The man thou wilt make happy . Artem. If that titles Or the adored name of Queene could take me , Here would I fixe mine eyes and looke no farther . But these are baites to take a meane borne Lady , Nother that boldly may call Caesar father . In that I can bring honor vnto any But from no king that liues receiues addition To raise desert and vertue by my fortune , Though in a low estate were greater glory , Then to mixe greatnesse with a Prince that owes No worth but that name onely . Diocle I commend thee , T is like thy selfe . Artem. If then of men beneath me My choyce is to be made , where shall I seeke But among those that best deserue from you , That haue seru'd you most faithfully , that in dangers Haue stood next to you , that haue interposd Their brests as shields of proofe to dull the swords Aimd at your bosome , that haue spent their blood To crowne your browes with Lawrell . Macrinus . Citherea Great Queene of loue be now propitious to me . Harpax . Now marke what I foretold . Anton. Her eyes on me , Faire Venus sonne draw forth a leaden dart , And that she may hate me , transfixe her with it , Or if thou needs wilt vse a golden one , Shoote in the behalfe of any other , Thou knowst I am thy votary else where . Artem. Sir . Theoph. How he blushes ! Sap. Welcome , foole , thy fortune , Stand like a blocke when such an Angell courts thee . Artem. I am no obiect to diuert your eye From the beholding . Anton. Rather a bright Sun Too glorious for him to gaze vpon That tooke not first flight from the Egles aciry . As I looke on the temples , or the gods , And with that reuerence Lady I behold you , And shall do euer . Arte. And it will become you , While thus we stand at distance , but if loue ( Loue borne out of th' assurance of your vertues ) Teach me to stoope so low . Anton. O rather take A higher flight . Artem. Why feare you to be raisd ? Say I put off the dreadfull a we that waits On Maiestie , or with you share my beames , Nay make you to outshine me change the name Of subiect into Lord , rob you of seruice That s due from you to me , and in me make it Duty to honor you , would you refuse me ? Anton. Refuse you Madam , such a worme as I am , Refuse , what kings vpon their knees would sue for ? Call it , great Lady , by another name , An humble modesty that would not match A Molehill with Olimpus . Artem. He that 's famous For honourable actions in the warre ; As you are Antoninus , a prou'd souldier Is fellow to a king . Anton. If you loue valour , As 't is a kingly vertue , seeke it out , And cherish it in a king , there it shines brightest , And yeelds the brauest lustre . Looke on Epire , A Prince , in whom it is incorporate , And let it not disgrace him , that he was Orecome by Casar , ( it was a victory To stand so long against him , ) had you seene him , How in one bloody seene he did discharge The parts of a Commander , and a souldier , Wise in direction , bold in execution ; You would haue sayd , great Caesars selfe excepted , The world yeelds not his equall . Artem. Yet I haue heard , Encountring him alone in the head of his troope , You tooke him prisoner . Epire. T is a truth great Princesse . I le not detract from valour . Anton. T was meere fortune , Courage had no hand in it . Theoph. Did euer man Striue so against his owne good . Sap. Spiritlesse villaine , How I am tortur'd , by the immortall gods I now could kill him . Diocl. Hold Sapritius hold , On our displeasure hold . Harpax . Why , this would make A father mad , t is not to be endur'd , Your honours tainted in it . Sapr. By heauen it is , I shall thinke of 't . Harpax . T is not to be forgotten . Art . Nay kneele not Sir , I am no rauisher , Nor so farre gone in fond affection to you , But that I can retire my honour safe . Yet say hereafter that thou hast neglected What but seene in possession of another Will runne thee mad with enuy . Anton. In her lookes Reuenge is written . Mac. As you loue your life study t' appease her . An. Gratious madame heare me . Artem. And be againe refusd ? Anton. The tender of My life , my seruice , not since you vouchsafe it , My loue , my heart , my all , and pardon me : Pardon dread Princesse that I made some scruple To leaue a valley of securitie To mount vp to the hill of Maiestie , On which the neerer Ioue the neerer lightning . What knew I but your grace made triall of me ? Durst I presume to embrace , where but to touch With an vnmannerd hand was death ? the Foxe When he saw first the forrests king , the Lyon Was almost drad with feare , the second view Onely a little danted him , the third He durst salute him boldly : pray you apply this , And you shall find a little time will teach me To looke with more familiar eyes vpon you Then duty yet allowes me . Sap. Well exscusde . Artem. You may redeeme all yet . Diocl. And that he may Haue meanes and opportunity to do so , Artemia I leaue you my substitute In faire Casarea . Sap. And here as your selfe We will obey and serue her . Diocl. Antoninus So you proue hers I wish no other heire , Thinke on 't , be carefull of your charge Theophilus , Sapritius be you my daughters guardian . Your company I wish confederate Princes In our Dismatian wars , which finished With victorie I hope , and Maximinus Our brother and copartner in the Empire At my request wonne to confirme as much , The kingdomes I tooke from you wee le restore , And make you greater then you were before . Exeunt omnes , manent Antoninus & Macrinus . Antoninus , Macrinus . Anton. Oh I am lost for euer , lost Macrinus , The anchor of the wretched , hope for sakes me , And with one blast of fortune all my light Of happinesse is put out . Macr. You are like to those That are ill onely , cause they are too well , That surfetting in the excesse of blessings Call their abundance want : what could you wish , That is not falne vpon you ? honour , greatnesse , Respect , wealth , fauour , the whole world for a dowre , And with a Princesse , whose excelling forme Exccedes her fortune . Anton. Yet poyson still is poyson Though drunke in gold , and all these flattring glories To me , ready to starue , a painted banquet And no essentiall foode : when I am scorchd With fire , can flames in any other quench me ? What is her loue to me , greatnes , or Empire , That am slaue to another , who alone Can giue me ease or freedome ? Macr. Sir you point at Your dotage on the scornfull Dorothea , Is she though faire the same day to be nam'd With best Artemia ? in all their courses Wisemen propose their ends : with sweete Artemia There comes along pleasure , security , Vsher'd by all that in this life is precious : With Dorothea , though her birth be noble , The Daughter to a Senator of Rome , By him lest rich ( yet with a priuate wealth And farre inferiour to yours ) arriues The Emperours frowne ( which like a mortall plague Speakes death is neere ) the Princesse heauy scorne , Vnder which you will shrinke , your fathers fury , Which to resist euen piety forbids , And but remember that she stands suspected A fauourer of the Christian Sect , she brings Not danger but assured destruction with her : This truely wai'd , one smile of great Artemia Is to be cherish't and prefer'd before All ioyes in Dorothea , therefore leaue her . An. In what thou think'st thou art most wise , thou art Grosely abus'd Macrinus , and most foolish . For any man to match aboue his ranke , Is but to sell his liberty ; with Artemia I still must liue a seruant , but enioying Diuinest Dorothea , I shall rule , Rule as becomes a husbands for the dangers , Or call it if you will assur'd destruction , I sleight it thus . If then thou art my friend , As I dares weare thou art , and wilt not take A Gouernors place vpon thee , be my helper . Macri. You know I dare and will doe any thing . Put me vnto the test . Anton. Goe then Macrinus To Dorothea , tell her I haue worne , In all the battailes I haue fought her figure , Her figure in my heart , which like a diety Hath still protected me , thou canst speake well , And of thy choycest language , spare a little To make her vnderstand how much I loue her , And how I languish for her , beare her these iewels Sent in the way of sacrifice , not seruice , As to my goddesse . All le ts throwne behind me , Or feares that may deter me : say this morning I meane to visite her by the name of friendship , No words to contradict this . Macrinus . I am yours , And if my trauell this way be ill spent , Iudge not , my reader will , by the euent . exeunt Finis actus primus .
Actus 2. Scenus 1. Enter Spungins and Hercius . Spun.

Turne Christian , wud he that first tempted mee to haue my shooes walke vpon Christian soles , had turn'd me into a Capon , for I am sure now the stones of all my pleasure in this fleshly life are cut off .

Hir.

So then , if any Coxecombe has a galloping desire to ride , here s a Gelding , if he can but sit him .

Spun. I kicke for all that like a horse , looke else . Hir.

But that s a kickish Iade , fellow Spungins , haue not I as much cause to complaine as thou hast ? When I was a Pagan , there was an Infidell Punke of mine , would haue let me come vpon trust for my coruetting , a pox of your christian Coxatrices , they cry like Poulterers wiues , no money , no Cony .

Spun.

Bacchus , the God of brew'd Wine and Sugar , grand Patron of rob pots , vpsie-freesie-tiplers , and super-naculam takers ; this Bacchus , who is head warden of Vintners Hall , Ale-cunner , Maior of all Victualing houses , the sole liquid Benefactor to bawdy-houses , Lanze prezado to red Noses , and inuincible Adelantado ouer the Armado of pimpled , deepe scarletted , rubified , and carbuncled faces .

Her . What of all this ? Spun. This boone Bacchanalion stinker , did I make legges to . Hirc. Scuruy ones , when thou wert drunke . Spung.

There is no danger of loosing a man yeares by making these Indures , he that will not now and then bee Calabingo , is worse then a Calamosthe : when I was a Pagan and kneeld to this Bachhus , I durst out-drinke a Lord , but your Christian Lords out-boule me : I was in hope to leade a sober life , when I was conuerted , but now amongst the Christians , I can no sooner stagger out of one Alhouse but I reele into another : they haue whole streets of nothing but drinking roomes , and drabbing chambers , iumbled together .

Hirc.

Bawdy Priapus , the first schoolemaister that taught Butchers how to sticke pricks in flesh , and make it swell , thou knowest was the onely Ningle that I cared for vnder the Moone , but since I left him , to follow a scuruy Lady , what with her praying and our fasting , if now I come to a wench & offer to vse her any thing hardly ( celling her being a Christian she must endure ) she presently handles me as if I were a cloue , & cleaues me with disdaine as if I were a Calues head .

Spung.

I see no remedy fellow Hircius , but that thou and I must be halfe Pagans and halfe Christians , for we know very fooles that are Christians .

Hirc.

Right , the quarters of Christians are good for not thing but to feed Crowes .

Spung.

True , Christian Brokers , thou knowest , are made vp of the quarters of Christians , parboyle one of these rogues and he is not meate for a dog : no , no , I am resolued to haue an Infidels heart , though in shew I carry a Christians face .

Hir. Thy Last shall serue my foote , so will I . Spun.

Our whimpring Lady and Mistresse sent mee with two great baskets full of Beefe , Mutton , Veale and Goose fellow Hircius .

Hir. And Woodcocke fellow Spungins . Spung.

Vpon the poore leane Asse fellow , on which I ride , to all the Almswomen : what thinkst thou I hue done with all this good cheere .

Hir. Eate it , and be choakt else . Spun.

Wud my Asse , basket and all were in thy maw if I did : no , as I am a demy Pagan , I sold the victuals , and coynd the mony into pottle pots of wine .

Hir.

Therein thou shewdst thy selfe a perfect demy-Christian too , to let the poore beg , starue and hang , or dye a the pip : our puling snotty-nose Lady sent me out likewise with a purse of mony , to releeue and release prisoners : did I so thinke you ?

Spun.

Wud thy ribs were turnd into grates of iron then .

Hir.

As I am a totall Pagan , I swore they should be hangd first : for sirra Spungius , I lay at my old ward of lechery , and cryed a poxe in your two-penny wards , and so I tooke scuruy common flesh for the mony .

Spun.

And wisely done , for our Lady sending it to prisoners , had bestowed it out vpon lowsie knaues , and thou to saue that labour casts it away vpon rotten whores .

Hir.

All my feare is of that pinke-an-eye Iacke-an Apes boy , her page .

Spnn.

As I am a Pagan , from my cod-peece downward that white-fac'd Monkie , frights me to , I stole but a durty pudding last day out of an almsebasket , to giue my dogge when he was hungry , and the peaking chitface page hit me i th' teeth with it .

Hir.

With the durty pudding ; so he did me once with a cowturd , which in knauery I would haue crumd into ones porridge , who was halfe a Pagan to : the smug dandiprat smels vs out whatsoeuer we are doing .

Spun.

Does he ! let him take heede I proue not his backe friend ; He make him curse his smelling what I doe .

Hir.

T is my Lady spoyles the boy , for he is euer at her tayle : and she 's neuer well but in his company .

Enter Angelo with a Booke and Taper lighted , they seeing him , counterfeit deuotion . Ange. O! now your hearts make ladders of your eyes In shew to climbe to heauen , when your deuotion Walkes vpon crutches : where did you waste your time When the religious man was on his knees , Speaking the heauenly languague . Spun. Why fellow Angelo , we were speaking in pedlars French I hope . Hir. We ha not bene idle , take it vpon my word . Ange. Haue you the baskets emptied which your Lady Sent from the charitable hands , to women That dwell vpon her pitty ? Spun.

Emptied em ! yes , I de be loth to haue my belly so emptie , yet I 'm sure , I munched not one bit of them neither .

Ange. And went your money to the prisoners . Hir.

Went no , I carryed it ; and with these fingers paid it away .

Ang. What way ? the diuels way , the way of sinne , The way of hot damnation , way of lust : And you to , wash away the poore mans bread In bowles of drunkennesse . Spun.

Drunkennesse ! yes , yes , I vse to bee drunke : our next neighbours man called Christopher has often seene me drunke , has he not ?

Hir.

Or me giuen so to the flesh , my cheekes speake my doings .

Ange. Auant you theeues , and hollow hypocrites . Your hearts to me lie open like blacke bookes , And there I reade your doings . Spun. And what do you read in my heart ? Hir.

Or in mine ? come amiable . Angelo , beate the flint of your braines .

Spun.

And le ts see what sparkes of wit fly out , to kindle your Carebruns .

Ang. Your names euen brand you , you are Spurgius cald And like a Spunge you sucke vp liquorous wines Till your soule reeles to hell . Spun. To hell ! can any drunkards legs carry him so far . Ang. For blood of grapes you sold the widowes food . And staruing them , t is murder , what s this but hell . Hircius your name , and Goatish is your nature : You snatch the meate out of the prisoners mouth , To fatten harlots , is not this hell to , No Angell , but the diuell waites on you . Spun Shall I cut his throate . Hir.

No , better burne him , for I thinke he is a witch , but sooth , soth him .

Spun.

Fellow Angelo , true it is , that falling into the company of wicked he-Christians for my part .

Hir.

And she-ones for mine , we haue 'em swim in sholes hard by .

Spun.

We must confesse , I tooke too much of the pot , and he of tother hollow commodity .

Hir.

Yes indeed , we layd lill on both of vs , we cousen'd the poore , but 't is a comon thing , many a one that counts himselfe a better Christian then we two , has done it , by this light .

Spun.

But pray sweet Angelo , play not the tell-tale to my Lady , and if you take vs creeping into any of these mouseholes of sin any more , let Cats flea off our skins .

Hir.

And put nothing but the poysond tailes of Rats into those skins .

An. Will you dishonor her sweet charity . Who sau'd you from the tree of death and shame . Hir.

Wud I were hangd rather then thus be told of my faults .

Spun.

She tooke vs , t is true , from the gallowes , yet I hope she will not barre yeomen sprats to haue their swinge .

An. She comes , beware and mend . enter Doro. Hir. Let s breake his necke , and bid him mend . Dor. Haue you my messages ( sent to the poore ) Deliuer'd with good hands , not robbing them Of any iot was theirs . Spun.

Rob 'em Lady , I hope , neither my fellow nor I am theeues

Hir.

Deliuerd with good hands madam , else let me neuer licke my fingers more when I eate butterd fish .

Dor. Who cheate the poore , and from them plucke their almes . Pilfer from Heauen , and there are thunderbolts From thence to beate them euer , do not lye , Were you both faithfull true distributers ? Spun. Lye Madame , what griefe is it to see you turne Swaggerer , and giue your poore minded rascally seruants the lye . Dor. I 'm glad you doe not , if those wretched people Tell you they pine for want of any thing . Whisper but to mine eare , and you shall furnish them . Hir. Whisper , nay Lady , for my part I le cry whoope . Ang. Play no more Villaines with so good a Lady , For if you doe — — — . Spun. Are we Christians ? Hir. The fowle Feind snap all Pagans for me . Ang. Away , and once more mend . Spun. Takes vs for Botchers . Hir. A patch , a patch . Dor. My booke and Taper . Ang. Heere most holy Mistresse . Dor. Thy voyce sends forth such musicke , that I neuer Was raisht with a more celestiall sound , Were euery seruant in the world like thee , So full of goodnesse , Angels would come downe To dwell with vs , thy name is Angelo , And like that name thou art , get thee to rest , Thy youth with too much watching is opprest . Ang. No my deare Lady , I could weary starres , And force the wakefull Moone to lose her eyes By my late watching , but to waite on you , When at your prayers you kneele before the Altar , Me thinkes I 'm singing with some Quire in Heauen , So blest I hold me in your company : Therefore my most-lou'd mistresse do not bid Your boy so seruiceable to get heuce , For then you breake his heart . Dor. Bee nye me still then , In golden letters downe i le set that day Which gaue thee to me , little did I hope To meete such worlds of comfort in thy selfe , This little pretty body , when I comming Forth of the temple , heard my begger-boy , My sweete fac'd godly begger-boy , craue an almes , Which with glad hand I gaue , with lucky hand , And when I tooke thee home , my most chast bosome Me thought was fil'd with no hot wanton fire , But with a holy flame , mounting since higher On wings of Cherubines then did before . Ang. Proud am I that my Ladies modest eye , So likes so poore a seruant . Doro. I haue offerd Handfuls of gold but to behold thy Parents , I would leaue Kingdomes , were I Queene of some , To dwell with thy good father , for the sonne Betwitching me so deepely with his presence , He that begot him must doo 't ten times more , I pray thee , my sweete boy , shew me thy parents , Be not asham'd . Ang. I am not , I did neuer Know who any mother was , but by yon Pallace Fill'd with bright heauenly Courtiers , I dare assure you , And pawne these eyes vpon it , and this hand , My father is in Heauen , and pretty Mistresse , If your illustrious houre Glasse spend his sand No worse then yet it does , vpon my life You and I both shall meete my father there , And he shall bid you welcome . Doro. A blessed day , We all long to be there , but lose the way . exeunt . Macrinus friend to Antoninus enters , being met by Theophslus and Harpax . Theo. Sunne-god of the day guide thee Macrinus . Mac. And thee Theophilus . Theo. Gladst thou in such scorne , I call my wish backe . Mac. I 'm in hast . Theo. One word , Take the least hand of time vp : stay . Mac. Be briefe . Theo. As thought : I prithee tell me good Macrinus How health and our faire Princesse lay together This night , for you can tell , Courtiers haue flyes That buzze all newes vnto them . Mac. She slept but ill . Theo. Double thy courtesie , how does Antoninus ? Mac. Ill , well , straight , crooked , I know not how . Theo. Once more , Thy head is full of Winde-mils : when does the Princesse Fill a bed full of beauty , and bestow it On Antoninus on the wedding night . Mac. I know not . Theo. No , thou art the Manunscript Where Antoninus writes downe all his secrets , Honest Macrinus tell me . Mac. Fare you well Sir . exit Har. Honesty is some Fiend , and frights him hence , A many Courtiers loue it not . Theo. What peece Of this State-wheele ( which winds vp Antoninus ) Is broke , it runnes so iarringly ? the Man is from himselfe deuided : Oh thou the eye By which I wonders see , tell me my Harpax , What gad flye tickles so this Macrinus , That vp . flinging thy tayle , he breakes thus from me , Har. Oh Sir , his braine-panne is a bed of Snakes , Whose stings shoote through his eye-balls , whose poysonous spawne Ingenders such a fry of speckled villanies , That valesse charmes more strong then Adamant Bee vs'd , the Romane Angels wings shall melt , And Caesars Diadem be from his head Spurn'd by base fecte , the Lawrell which he weares ( Returning victor ) be inforc't to kisse That which it hates ( the fire . ) And can this Ram , This Antoninus-Engine , being made ready To so much mischiefe , keepe a steady motion , His eyes and feete you see giue strange assaults . The. I 'm turnd a marble Statue at thy language , Which printed is in such crab'd Charracters , It puzzles all my reading , what ( i th name Of Pluto ) now is hatching . Har. This Macrinus The time is , vpon which loue errands runne Twixt Antoninus and that ghost of women , The bloudlesse Dorothaea , who in prayer And meditation ( mocking all your gods ) Drinkes vp her ruby colour , yet Antoninus Playes the Endymion to this pale fac'd Moone , Courts her , seekes to catch her eyes . Theo. And what of this ? Har. These are but creeping Billowes Not got to shore yet , but if Dorothaea Fall on his bosome , and be fir'd with loue , ( Your coldest women do so ) had you ynck Brew'd from the infernall Stix , and not all that blacknesse Can make a thing so foule , as the Dishonours , Disgraces , Buffettings , and most base affronts Vpon the bright Artemia , Starre of Court , Great Caesars Daughter . Theo. I now conster thee . Har. Nay more , a Firmament of Clouds being fild With Iouet Artillery , shot downe at once To pash your Gods in peeces , cannot giue With all those Thunderbots so deepe a blow To the Religion there , and Pagan lore As this ; for Dorothea hates your gods , And if she once blast Antoninus soule , Making it foule like hers : Oh the example — Theo. Eates through Cesareas heart , like liquid poison Haue I inuented tortures to tente Christians , To see but which , could all that sceles Hels torments Haue leaue to stand aloofe heere on earths stage , They would be mad till they againe descended , Holding the paines most horrid , of such soules , May-games to those of mine , has this my hand Set downe a Christians execution In such dire postures , that the very hangman Fell at my foote dead hearing but their figures , And shall Macrinus and his fellow Masquer Strangle me in a dance . Har. No , on , I do hug thee , For drilling thy quick braines in this rich plot Of tortures gainst these Christians : on , I hug thee . Theo. Both hug and holy me , to this Dorotheae Flye thou and I in thunder . Har. Not for Kingdomes Pil'd vpon Kingdomes , there s a villaine Page Waites on her , whom I would not for the world Hold trafficke with , I do so hate his sight , That should I looke on him I must sinke downe . Theo. I will not loose thee then , her to confound , None but this head with glories shall be crown'd . Har. Oh , mine owne as I would wish thee . exeunt . Enter Dorothea , Macrinus , Angelo . Dor. My trusty Angelo , with that curious eye Of thine , which euer waites vpon my businesse , I prithee watch those my still-negligent seruants That they performe my willin what s enioyn'd them To 'th good of others , else will you find them flyes Not lying still , yet in them no good lyes : Be carefull deare Boy . Ang. Yes , my sweetest Mistresse . exit . Dor. Now Sir , you may goe on . Mac. I then must study , A new Arithmatike , to summe vp the vertues Which Antoninus gracefully become , There is in him so much man , so much goodnesse , So much of honour , and of all things else Which makes our being excellent , that from his store He can enough lend others , yet much taken from him , The want shall be as little as when Seas Lend from their bounty to fill vp the poorenesse Of needy Riuers . Dor.

Sir , he is more indebted , to you for praise , then you to him that owes it .

Ma If Queens viewing his presents , paid to the whitenes Of your chast hand alone , should be ambitious , But to be parted in their numerous shares , This he counts nothing : could you see maine Armies Make battalles in the quarrell of his vallour , That t is best , the truest , this were nothing , The greatnesse of his State , his fathers voyce And arme , owing Cesarea , he neuer boasts of The Sun-beames , which the Emperor throwes vpon him , Shine there but as in water , and guild him Not with one spot of pride , no dearest beauty , All these heap'd vp together in one scale , Cannot weigh downe the loue he beares to you Being put into the other . Dor. Could gold buy you To speake thus for your friend , you Sir are worthy Of more then I will number , and this your language Hath power to win vpon another woman , Top of whose heart , the feathers of this World Are gaily stuck , but all which first you named , And now this last , his loue to me are nothing , Mac. You make me a sad Messenger . enter Antoninus . But him selfe Being come in person , shall I hope heare from you Musicke more pleasing . Ant. Has your eare Macrinus Heard none then ? Mac. None I like . Ant. But can there be In such a noble Casker , wherein lies Beauty and chastity in their full perfections , A rocky heart killing with cruelty A life that s prostrated beneath your feete ? Dor. I am guilty of a shame I yet neuer knew , Thus to hold parley with you , pray Sir pardon . Ant. Good sweetenesse , you now haue it , and shall goe , Be but so mercifull , before your wounding me With such a mortall weapon , as Farewell , To let me murmure to your Virgin care , What I was loath to lay on any tongue But this mine owne . Dor. If one immodest accent Flye out , I hate you euerlastingly . Ant. My true loue dares not doe it . Mac. Hermes inspire thee . They whispering below , enter aboue Sapritius , father to Antoninus , & Governor of Cesaria , with him Artemia the Princesse , Theophilies , Spungius and Hercins . Spun.

See you , doe you see , our worke is done , the fish you angle for is nibling at the hooke , and therefore vntrusse the Codpeece point of our reward , no matter if the breeches of conscience fall about our heeles .

The.

The gold you earne is heere , dam vp your mouthes , and no words of it .

Her .

No , nor no words from you of too much damming neither ; I know women sell themselues dayly , and are hacknied out for siluer , why may not we then betray a scuruy mistresse for gold .

Spun.

She sau'd vs from the Gallowes , and only to keepe one Prouerbe from breaking his necke , wee le hang her .

The. T is well done , go go , yeare my fine white boyes . Spun. If your red boyes , t is well knowne , more ilfauor'd faces then ours are painted . Sap. Those fellowes trouble vs . Theo. Away , away . Her . I to my sweete placket . Spun. And I to my full pot . exeunt . Ant. Come , let me tune you , glaze not thus your eyes With selfe-loue of a vowed Virginity , Make euery man your glasse , you see our Sex Doe neuer murder propagation , We all desire your sweete society , And if you barre me from it , you doe kill me , And of my bloud are guilty . Art . O base Villaine . Sap. Bridle your rage sweete Princesse . Ant. Could not my fortunes ( Rear'd higher farre then yours ) be worthy of you , Me thinkes my deare affection makes you mine . Dor. Sir , for your fortunes were they mines of gold , He that I loue is richer ; and for worth , You are to him lower then any slaue Is to a Monarch . Sap. So insolent , base Christian . Dor. Can I , with wearing out my knees before him Get you but be his seruant , you shall boast y' are equall to a King . Sap. Confusion on thee , For playing thus the lying Sorceresse . Ant. Your mockes are great ones , none beneath the Sun Will I be seruant too : on my knees I beg it , Pitty me wondrous maid . Sap. I curse thy basenesse . Theo. Listen to more . Dor. Oh kneele not Sir to me . Ant. This Knee is Embleme of an humbled heart , That heart which tortur'd is with your disdaine , Iustly for scorning others ; euen this heart , To which for pitty such a Princesse sues , As in her hand offers me all the World , Great Caesars daughter . Artem. Slaue thou lyest . Anton. Yet this Is adamant to her , that melts to you In drops of blood . Theoph. A Very dogge . Anton. Perhaps T is my religion makes you knit the brow , Yet be you mine , and euer be your owne , I nere will screw your conscience from that power On which you Christians leane . Sap. I can no longer , Fret out my life with weeping at thee villaine ; sirra , Would when I got thee , the high thunder hand Had strucke thee in the wombe . Mac. We are betrayde . Arte. Is that your I doll , traitor , which thou kneelst to , Trampling vpon my beauty ? Theoph. Sirra , bandog , Wilt thou in peeces teare , our Iupiter , For her ? our Mars , for her ? our Sol , for her ? A whore , a hel-hound , in this globe of braines Where a whole world of tortures for such furies Haue fought as in a Chaos ) which should exceed , These nailes shall grubbing lye , from scull to scull , To finde one horrider , then all , for you , You three . Artem. Threaten not , but strike , quicke vengeance flies Into thy bosome , caitife : here all loues dies . exeunt . An. O I am thunder-strucke ! Wee are both ore whelm'd . Mac. With one high raging billow . Doro. You a souldier , And sinke beneath the violence of a woman ? An. A woman ! a wrongd Princesse : from such a starre Blazing with fires of hate , what can be look'd for But tragicall euents ? my life is now The subiect of her tyranny . Doro. That feare , is base , Of death , when that death doth but life displace Out of her house of earth ; you onely dread The stroke , and not what followes when you are dead , There 's the great feare indeed : come , let your eye , Dwell where mine doe , you le scorne their tyrannies . Enter below , Artemia , Sapritius , Theophilus a guard . Angelo comes and is close by Dorothea . Artem. My fathers nerues put vigour in mine arme , And I his strength must vse ; because I once Shed beames of fauour on thee , and with the Lyon Playd with thee gently when thou strokst my heart , He not insult on a base humbled prey , By lingring out thy terrors , but with one frowne Kill thee : hence with 'hem to execution . Seize him , but let euen death it selfe be weary In torturing her : He change those smiles to shreekes , Giue the foole what she is proud of ( martyrdome ) In peeces racke that Bawd to : Sap. Albeit the reuerence I owe our gods and you , are in my bosome Torrents so strong , that pitty quite lies drownd From sauing this yong man , yet when I see What face death giues him , and that a thing within me , Sayes 't is my sonne , I 'am forc'd to be a man , And grow fond of his life , which thus I beg . Artem. And I deny . Anton. Sir you dishonour me , To sue for that which I disclayme to haue , I shall more glory in my sufferings gaine , Then you in giuing iudgement , since I offer My blood vp to your anger : nor do I kneele To keepe a wretched life of mine from ruine : Preserue this temple ( builded faire as your is ) And Caesar neuer went in greater triumph Then I shall to the scaffold . Artem. Are you so braue Sir , Set forward to his triumph , and let those two Go cursing along with him . Doro. No , but pittying , ( For my part , I ) that you loose ten times more By torturing me , than I that dare your tortures , Through all the army of my sinnes , I haue euen Lobord to breake , and cope with death to th' face ; The visage of a hangman frights not me ; The sight of whips , rackes , gibbets , axes , fires Are scaffoldings , by which my soule climbes vp To an Eternall habitation . Theo. Caesars imperiall daughter , heare me speake , Let not this Christian Thing , in this her pagentry Of prowd deriding , both our gods and Caesar , Build to her selfe a kingdome in her death Going laughing from vs . No , her bitterest torment Shall be to seele her constancy beaten downe , The brauery of her resolution lie Battered by the argument , into such peeces , That she agen shall ( on her belly ) creepe To kisse the pauements of our Panim gode . Arte. How to be done . Theo. He send my daughers to her , And they shall turne her rocky faith to waxe , Else spit at me , let me be made your slaue , And meete no Romans but a villains graue . Arte. Thy prisoner let her be then : and Sapritius Your sonne , and that be yours : death shall be sent To him that suffers them by voyce or letters To greet each other . Rifle her estate , Christians to beggery brought grow desperate . Dor. Still on the Bread of pouerty let me feed . exeunt . Ang. O my admired mistresse ; quench not out The holy fires within you , though temptations Showre downe vpon you : claspe thine armour on , Fight well and thou shalt see , after these warres Thy head weare Sun beames , and thy feet touch starres . Enter Hircius and Spungius . Hir. How now Angelo how is t ? how is t ? what thred spins That whore Fortune vpon her wheele now . Spun. Comesta , comesta poore knaue . Hir. Com a porte von , com a porte von , my petite garsoone Spun. Me partha wee Comrade , my halfe inch of mans Flesh , how run the dice of this cheating world , ha ? Ange. Too well on your sides , you are hid in gold Ore head and eares . Hir. We thanke our fates , the signe of the gingle-boyes hangs at the doores of our pockets . Spun.

Who wud thinke that we comming forth of the arse , as it were , or fag end of the world , should yet see the golden age , when so little siluer is stirring .

Hir.

Nay who can say any citizen is an Asse , for lading his owne backe , with money , till his soule crackes agen , onely to leaue his sonne like a gilded coxccombe behinde him ? will not any foole take me for a wiseman now , seeing me draw out of the pit of my treasury , this little god with his belly full of gold .

Spun. And this full of the same meate out of my ambrey An. That gold will melt to poyson . Spun. Poyson , wudit wud , whole pintes for healths shall downe my throate . Hir. Gold poyson ! there 's neuer a she-thrasher in Casarea that liues on the flaile of money will call it so . Ang. Like slaues you sold your soules for golden drosse , Bewitching her to death , who stept betweene You , and the gallowes . Spun. T was an easie matter to saue vs , she being so well backt . Hir. The gallowes and we fell out , so she did but part vs Ang. The misery of that mistresse is mine owne , She beggerd , I left wretched . Hir. I can but let my Nose drop in sorrow with wet eyes for her . Spun. The petticote of her estate is vnlac'd I confesse . Hir. Yes , & the smocke of her charity is now all to peeces An. For loue you beare to her , for some good turnes Done you by me , giue me one peece of siluer . Hir. How la peece of siluer ! if thou wert an Angell of gold I would not put thee into white money , vnlesse I weigh'd thee , and I weigh thee not a rush . Spun.

A peece of siluer ! I neuer had but two calues in my life , and those my mother left me ; I le rather part from the fat of them , then from a mustard-tokens worth of Argent .

Hir. And so sweet Nit we crawle from thee . Spun. Adieu , demi-dandiprat , adieu An. Stay one word yet , you now are full of gold . Hir. I de be sorry my dog were so full of the poxe . Spun. Or any Sow of mine of the meazles either . Ang. Go , go , y' are beggers both , you are not worth That leather on your feete . Hir. Away , away boy . Spun. Page you do nothing but set patches on the soles of your iests . Ang. I 'am glad I tryde your loue , which see I want not , So long as this is full . Both . And so long as this . — so long as this . Hir. Spungius y' are a picke-pocket . Spun. Horcius thou hast nimb'd - . so long as , not so much money is left as will buy a louse . Hir. Th' art a thiese , and thou lyest in that gut through which thy wine runs , if thou denyest it . Spun. Thou lyest deeper then the bottome of mine enraged pocket , if thou affrontst it . Ang. No blowes , no bitter language , all your gold gone . Spun. Can the diuell creepe into ones breeches ? Hir Yes , if his hornes once get into the codpeece , Ang. Come , sigh not , I so little am in loue With that whose losse kils you , that see t is yours , All yours , deuide the heape in equall share , So you will goe along with me to prison , And in our mistresse sorrowes beare a part : Say , will you ? Both . Will we ? Spun. If she were going to hanging , no gallowes should part vs . Hir. Let s both be turnd into a rope of Onyons if we do Ang. follow me then , repaire your bad deeds past , Happy are men when their best dayes are last , Spun. True master Angele , pray sir leade the way . exit Au Hir. Let him leade that way , but follow thou me this way . Spun. I liue in a Iayle . Hir.

A way and shift for our selues , shee le do wel enough there , for prisoners are more hungry after mutton , then Catchpoles after prisoners .

Spun. Let her starue then if a whole Iayle will not fill her belly . Exeunt Finis Actus secundi .
Actus 3. Scenus 1. Enter Sapritius , Theophilus , Priest , Caliste , Christeta . Sapritius . SIcke to the death I feare . Theophilus . I meete your sorrow , With my true feeling of it . Sap. She 's a Witch , A sorceresse Theophilus , my sonne Is charm'd by her enticing eyes , and like An image made of waxe , her beames of beauty Melt him to nothing ; all my hopes in him . And all his gotten honours finde their graue In his strange dotage on her . Would when first He saw and lou'd her , that the earth had opend And swallowd both aliue . Theo. There 's hope left yet . Sap. Not any , though the Princesse were appeasd , All title in her loue surrenderd vp , Yet this coy Christian , is so transported With her religion , that vnlesse my sonne ( But let him perish first ) drinke the same potion And be of her beleefe , shee le not vouchsafe To be his lawfull wife . Priest but once remou'd From her opinion , as I rest assur'd , The reason of these holy maydes will win her , You le finde her tractable , to any thing For your content or his . Theo. If she refuse it , The Stygian dampes breeding infectious ayres , The Mandrakes shreekes , or Basiliks killing eye , The dreadfull lightning that does crush the bones And neuer singe the skin , shall not appeare Lesse fatall to her , then my zeale made hot With loue vnto my gods ; I haue deferd it In hope to draw backe this Apostata , Which will be greater honour then her death Vnto her fathers faith , and to that end Haue brought my daughters hither . Caliste . And we doubt not To do what you desire . Sap. Let her be sent for , Prosper in your good worke , and were I not To attend the Princesse , I would see and heare How you succeede . Theo. I am commanded to , I le beare you company . Sap. Giue them your Ring To leade her as in triumph if they win her Before her highnesse . exit Sap. Theo. Spare no promises , Perswasions , or threats I do coniure you , If you preuayle , 't is the most glorious worke You euer vndertooke . Enter Dorothea and Angelo . Priest . She comes . Theoph. We leaue you . Be constant and be carefull . exeunt Theo. Priest . Calaste . We are sorry To meete you vnder guard . Dorothea . But I more greeu'd You are at libertie , so well I loue you , That I could wish , for such a cause as mine You were my fellow prisoners : prethee Angels Reach vs some chaires , please you sit ? Caliste . We thanke you , Our visite is for loue , loue to your safetie . Christ . Our conference must be priuate , pray you therefore Command your boy to leaue vs . Dorothea . You may trust him With any secret that concernes my life , Falshood and he are strangers , had you Ladies Bene blest with such a seruant , you had neuer Forsooke that way ( your iourney euen halfe ended ) That leade to ioyes eternall . In the place Of loose lasciuious mirth , he would haue stird you To holy meditations , and so farre He is from flattery , that he would haue told you , Your pride being at the height , how miserable And wretched things you were , that for an howre Of pleasure here , haue made a desperate sale Of all your right in happinesse hereafter . He must not leaue me , without him I fall , In this life he is my seruant , in the other A wished companion An. T is not in the diuell , Nor all his wicked arts to shake such goodnesse . Doro. But you were speaking Lady . Caliste . As a friend And louer of your safety , and I pray you So to receiue it ; and if you remember How neere in loue our parents were , that we Eu'n from the cradle were brought vp together . Our amitie encreasing with our yeeres , We cannot stand suspected . Doro. To the purpose . Cal. We come then as good Angels Dorothea , To make you happy , and the meanes so easie , That be not you an enemy to your selfe , Already you enioy it . Christeta. Looke on vs Ruin'd as you are once , and brought vnto it By your perswasion . Cal. But what follow'd Lady , Leauing those blessings which our gods giues freely , And showr'd vpon vs with a prodigall hand , As to be noble borne , youth , beauty , wealth , And the free vse of these without controule , Checke , curbe , or stop , ( such is our Lawes indulgence ) All happinesse forsooke vs , bonds and fetters For amorous Twins , the Racke and Hangmans whips In place of choise delights , our Parents curses Instead of blessings , scorne neglect , contempt Fell thick vpon vs . Chris. This consider'd wisely , We made a faire retreate , and reconcil'd To our forsaken gods , we liue againe In all prosperity . Caliste . By our example Bequeathing misery to such as loue it , Learne to be happy , the Christian yokes too heauy For such a dainty necke , it was fram'd rather To be the shrine of Venus , or a Pillar More precious then Christall to support Our Cupids Image , our Religion Lady Is but a varied pleasure , yours a toyle Slaues would shrinke vnder . Doro. Haue you not clouen feetel are you not diuels ? Dare any say so much , or dare I heare it Without a vertuous and religious anger ? Now to put on a Virgin modesty , Or maiden silence , when his power is question'd That is omnipotent , were a greater crime , Then in a bad cause to be impudent . Your Gods , your temples , brothell houses rather , Or wicked actions of the worst of men Pursu'd and practis'd , your religious rites , O call them rather iugling mysteries , The baytes and nets of hell , your soules the prey For which the Diuell angles , your false pleasures A steepe descent by which you headlong fall Into eternall torments . Cal. Doe not tempt Our powerfull gods . Dor. Which of your powerfull gods , Your gold , your siluer , brasse , or woodden ones ? That can , nor do me hurt , nor protect you , Most pittied women , will you sacrifice To such , or call them gods or goddesses , Your Parents would disdaine to be the same , Or you your selues ? O blinded ignorance , Tell me Caliste by the truth I charge you , Or any thing you hold more deere , would you To haue him deifide to posterity , Desire your father an Adulterer , A Rauisher , almost a Paracide , A vile incestuous wretch ? Cal. That pitty And duty answere for me . Dor. Or you Christeta , To be heereafter registred a goddesse , Giue your chast body vp to the embraces Of Goatish lust , haue it writ on your forehead , This is the common Whoore , the prostitute , The Mistresse in the art of wantonnesse , Knowes euery tricke and labyrinth of desires That are immodest . Criste. You iudge better of me , Or my affection is ill plac'd on you , Shall I turne Strumpet ? Dor, No , I thinke you would not , Yet Venus whom you worship was a whore , Flora the Foundresse of the publike Stewes , And has for that her sacrifice : your great god , Your Iupiter , a loose adulterer , Incestuous with his sister , reade but those That haue canoniz'd them , you le find them worse Then in chast language I can speakes them to you , Are they immortall then that did partake Of humane weakenesse , and had ample share In mens most base affections ? subiect to Vnchast loues , anger , bondage , wounds , as men are . Her Iupiter to serue his lust turn'd Bull . The ship indeede in which he stole Europa . Neptune for gaine builds vp the walls of Troy As a day-labourer , Apollo keepes Admetus sheepe for bread ; the Lemnian Smith Sweats at the Forge , for hire ; Lyometheus heere With his still growing Liuer feedes the Vulture ; Saturne bound fast in hell with adamant chaines ; And thousands more , on whom abused error Bestowes a diety , will you then deere Sisters , For I would haue you such , pay your Deuotions To things of lesse power then your selues ? Cal. We worship Their good deedes in their Images . Dor. By whom fashion'd , By sinfull men ? I le tell you a short tale , Nor can you but confesse it was a true one . A King of AEgypt being to errect The Image of Osiris , whom they honour , Tooke from the Matrons necks the richest Iewels And purest gold , as the materialls To finish vp his worke ; which perfected , With all solemnity he set it vp To be ador'd , and seru'd himselfe his Idoll ; Desiring it to giue him victory Against his enemies , but being ouerthrowne , Enrag'd against his god ( these are fine gods Subiect to humane fury ) he tooke downe The sencelesse thing , and melting it againe , He made a Basing , in which Eunuches wash'd His Concubines feete , and for this for did vse Some moneths it seru'd : his mistresse proouing false , As most indeede do so , and grace concluded , Betweene him and the Priests , of the same Basing He made his god againe , thinke , thinke of this , And then consider , if all worldly honors Or pleasures that do leaue sharpe stings behind them , Haue power to win such as haue reasonable soules , To put their trust in drosse . Cal. Oh that I had beene borne Without a father . Chri. Piety to him Hath ruin'd vs for euer . Dor. Thinke not so , You may repaire all yet , the Attribute That speakes his Godhead most , is mercifull , Reuenge is proper to the Fiends you worship , Yet cannot strike without his leaue , you weepe , Oh t is a heauenly showre , celestiall balme To cure your wounded conscience , let it fall , Fall thick vpon it , and when that is spent , I le helpe it with another of my teares . And may your true repentance proue the child Of my true sorrow , neuer mother had A birth so happy . Cal. We are caught our selues That came to take you , and assur'd of conquest We are your Captiues . Dor. And in that you triumph , Your victory had beene eternall losse , And this your losse immortall gaine , fixe heere , And you shall feele your selues inwardly arm'd Gainst tortures , death , and hell , but take heede sisters , That or through weakenesse , threats , or mild perswasions Though of a father , you fall not into A second and a worse Apostacie . Cal. Neuer , oh neuer , steel'd by your example , We dare the worst of tyrranny . Chri. Heer 's our warrant , You shall along and witnesse it . Dor. Be confirm'd then And rest assur'd , the more you suffer heere , The more your glory , you to heauen more deere . exeunt . Enter Artemia , Sapritius , Theophilus , Harpax . Art . Sapritius though your sonne deserue no pitty , We grieue his sicknesse , his contempt of vs We cast behinde vs , aud looke backe vpon His seruice done to Caesar , that weighs downe Our iust displeasure , if his malady Haue growth from his restraint , or that you thinke His liberty can cure him , let him haue it , Say we forgiue him freely . Sap. Your grace hindeys Euer your humblest Vassals . Art . Vse all meanes For his recouery , though yet I loue him , I will not force affection , if the Christian Whose beauty hath out-riuald mine , be wonne To be of our beliefe , let him enioy her , That all may know when the cause wills , I can Command my owne desires . The. Be happy then , My Lord Sapritius , I am confident Such eloquence and sweete perswasion dwels Vpon my Daughters tongues , that they will worke her To any thing they please . Sap. I wish they may , Yet t is no easie taske to vndertake , To altar a peruerse and obstinate woman . a shout within , loud Musicke . Art . What meanes this shout . Sap. T is seconded with Musicke , Triumphint musicke , ha . Enter Sempromus . Semp. My Lord your Daughters The pillars of our faith hauing conuerted , For so report giues out : the Christian Lady , The Image of great Iupiter borne before them Sue for accesse . Theo. My soule diuin'd as much , Blest be the time when first they saw this light , Their Mother when she bore them to support My feeble age , fild not my longing heart With so much ioy , as they in this good worke Haue throwne vpon me . Enter Priest with the Image of Iupiter , Iucense and Consors , followed by Caliste , and Christeta , leading Dorothea , Welcome , oh thrice welcome Daughters , both of my body and my mind , Let me embrace in you my blisse , my comfort , And Dorothea now more welcome too , Then if you neuer had falne off , I am rauish't With the excesse of ioy , speake happy daughters The blest euent . Cal. We neuer gain'd so much By any vndertaking . The. Oh my deare Girle , Our gods reward thee . Dor. Nor was euer time On my part better spent . Chri. We are all now Of one opinion . The. My best Christeta , Madame if euer you did grace to worth , Vouchsafe your Princely hands . Art . Most willingly : Doe you refuse it ? Let vs first deserue it : The. My owne child still , heere set our god , prepare The Incense quickly , come faire Dorothea , I will my selfe support you , now kneele downe And pay your vowes to Iupiter , Dor. I shall doe it Better by their example . The. They shall guide you , They are familiar with the sacrifice , Forward my Twinnes of comfort , and to teach her Make a ioynt offring . Chri. Thus . Cal. And thus . They both spit at the Image , throw it downe , and spurne it . Har. Profane And impious , stand you now like a Statue ? Are you the Champion of the Gods ? where is Your holy zeale , your anger ? The. I am blasted , And as my feete were rooted heere , I finde I haue no motion , I would I had no sight too , Or if my eyes can serue to any vse , Giue me thou iniut'd power a sea of teares , To expiate this madnesse in my Daughters : For being themselues , they would haue trembled at So blasphemous a deede in any other , For my sake hold a while thy dreadfull thunder , And giue me patience to demand a reason For this accursed act . Dor. T was brauely done . The. Peace damn'd Enchantres peace , I should looke on you With eyes made red with fury , and my hand That shakes with rage should much outstrip my tongue , And seale my vengeance on your hearts , but nature To you that haue falne once , bids me againe To be a father , O how durst you tempt The anger of great Ioue ? Dor. A lacke poore Ioue , He is no Swaggerer , how smug he stands , Hee le take a kick , or any thing . Sap. Stop her mouth . Dor. It is the ancientst godling do not feare him , He would not hurt the thiese that stole away Two of his golden locks , indeede he could not , And still t is the same quiet thing . Theo. Blasphemer . Ingenious cruelty shall punish this , Thou art past hope , but for you yet deare daughters , Againe be witcht , the dew of mild forgiuenesse May gently fall , prouided you deserue it With true contrition , be your selues againe , Sue to the offended diety . Chi. Not to be The Mistresse of the earth . Cal. I will not offer A graine of Incense to it , much lesse kneele , Not looke on it but with contempt and scorne , To haue a thousand yeeres confer'd vpon me Of worldly blessings , we professe our selues To be like Dorothea , Christians , And owe hee for that happinesse . The. My eares Receiue in hearing this , all deadly charmes Powerfull to make man wretched . Art . Are these they You brag'd could conuert others ? Sap. That want strength To stand themselues ? Har. Your Honour is ingag'd , The credit of our cause depends vpon it , Something you must doe suddenly , The. And I will . Har. They merit death , but falling by your hand , It will be recorded for a iust reuenge And holy fury in you . The. Doe not blow , The Furnace of a wrath thrice hot already , AEtna is in my brest , wild fire burnes heere , Which onely bloud must quench : incensed power , Which from my infancy I haue ador'd , Looke downe with fauourable beames vpon The Sacrifice ( though not allow'd thy Priest ) Which I will offer to thee , and be pleasde ( My fierie zeale inciding me to act it ) To call that iustice , others may stile murther . Come you accursd , thus by the haire I drag you Before this holy altar ; thus looke on you Lesse pittifull then Tigres to their prey . And thus with mine owne hand I take that life Which I gaue to you . kils them . Doro. O most cruell Butcher . Theo. My anger ends not here , hels dreadfull porter Receiue into thy euer open gates Their damned soules , and let the furies whips On them alone be wasted : and when death Closes these eyes , t will be Elizium to me , To heare their shreekes and howlings , make me Pluto Thy instruments to furnish thee with soules Of this accursed sect , nor let me fall Till my fell vengeance hath consum'd them all . exit with Harpax hugging him . Enter Artemia laughing . Arte. T is a braue zeale . Doro. O call him backe againe , Call backe your hangman , here 's on prisoner left To be the subiect of his knife . Arte. Not so . We are not so neere reconcilde vnto thee , Thou shalt not perish such an easie way . Be she your charge Sapritius now , and suffer None to come neere her till we haue found out Some torments worthy of her . Ano. Courage Mistresse , These Martyrs but prepare your glorious fate , You shall exceed them and not imitate . exeunt . Enter Spungius and Hircius ragged at seuerall doores . Hir. Spunoius . Spun. My fine rogue , how is t ? how goes this totterd world Hir. Hast any money ? Spun. Money ! no , the Tauerne . Iuy clings about my mony and kils it . Hast thou any mony ? Hir. No , my mony is a mad Bull , and finding any gap opend , away it runs . Spun.

I see then a Tauerne and a Bawdy-house haue faces much like , the one has red grates next dore , the tother has peeping holes within doores ; the Tauerne hath euermore a bush , the bawdy close sometimes neither hedge nor bush . From a Tauerne a man comes reeling , from a bawdy house not able to stand . In the Tauerne you are cousend with paltry Wine , in a bawdy-house by a painted Where , Money may haue Wine , and a Whore will haue Mony , but neither can you cry , Drawer you Rogue , or keepe doore rotten Bawde , without a siluer Whistle , wee are iustly plagued therefore for running from our Mistresse .

Hir.

Thou didst , I did not ; yet I had run to , but that one gaue me turpentine pilles , & that stayde my running .

Spun.

Well : the thred of my life is drawne through the needle of necessity , whose eye looking vpon my lowsie breeches , cryes out it cannot mend 'em : which so prickes the linings of my body , and those are Heart , Lights , Lungs , Guts , and Midriffe , that I beg on my knees to haue Atropos ( the Tailer to the destinies ) to take her sheares and cut my thred in two , or to heate the Iron goose of Mortalitie , and so presse me to death .

Hir.

Sure thy father was some botcher , and thy hungry tongue bit off these shreds of complaints , to patch vp the elbowes of thy nittie eloquence .

Spun. And what was thy father ? Hir.

A low minded Cobler , a Cobler whose zeale set many a woman vpright , the remembrance of whose Awle I now hauing nothing , thrusts such scuruy stitches into my soule , that the heele of my happines has gone awry .

Spun. Pitty that ere thou trodst thy shooe awry . Hir.

Long I cannot last , for all sowterly waxe of comfort melting away , and misery taking the length of my foote , it bootes not me to sue for life when all my hopes are seame . rent , and go wetshod .

Spun.

This shews th'at ta Coblers son by going through stirch : O Hircius wud thou & I were so happy to be coblers

Hir.

So would I , for both of vs being now wearie of our liues , should then be sure of shoomakers ends .

Spun. I see the beginning of my ende for I am almost staru'd . Hir. So am not I , but I am more then famishd . Spun.

All the members of my bodie are in rebellion one against another .

Hir.

So are mine , and nothing but a cooke being a constable can appease them , presenting to my nose , instead of his painted staffe , a spitfull of rost-meate .

Spun.

But in this rebellion , what vprores do they make , my belly cries to my mouth , why dost not gape & feed me

Hir.

And my mouth sets out a throate to my hand why dost not thou lift vp meate and cramme my choppes with it .

Spun.

Then my hand hath a fling at mine eyes , because they looke not out and sharke for victuals .

Hir.

Which mine eyes seeing , full of teares , crie alowd , and curse my feet for not ambling vp and downe to feede Colon , sithence if good meate be in any place , t is knowne my feet can smell .

Spu.

But then my feet like lazie rogues lie still , and had rather do nothing , then run to and fro , to purchase anything

Hir.

Why mong so many millions of people , should thou and I onely bee miserable totterdemalions , rag-a-muffins , and lowsie desperates .

Spun.

Thou art a meere I am-an-o , I am-an-as , consider the whole world , and t is as we are .

Hir. Lowsie , beggerly , thou whorson Assa Faetida . Spun. Worse , al tottrings , al out of frame , thou Fooliamini Hir. As how arsnicke : come make the world smart . Sp.

Old Honor goes on crutches , beggry rides caroched , honest men make feastes , knaues sit at tables , cowards are laptin veluet , souldiers ( as wee ) in ragges : Beautie turnes Whore ; Whore Bawd ; and both dye of the poxe : why then when all the world stumbles , should thou and I walke vpright ?

Enter Angelo . Hir. Stop , looke who 's yonder . Spun. Fellow Angelo ! how does my little man ? well . Ang. Yes , and would you did so , where are your clothes ? Hir.

Clothes ! you see euery woman almost goe in her loose gowne , and why should not wee haue our clothes loose ?

Spun. Wud they were loose . Ang. Why where are they ? Spun.

Where many a veluet cloke I warrant at this houre keepes them company , they are pawnd to a Broker .

Ang. Why pawnd , where 's all the gold I left with you ? Hir.

The gold ! we put that into a Scriueners hands , and he has cousend vs .

Spun.

And therefore I prethee Angelo , if thou hast another purse , let it be confiscate , and brought to deuastation .

Ang. Are you made all of lyes ? I know which way Your gilt-wing'd peeces flew ; I will no more Be mock'd by you : be sorry for your ryots , Tame your wilde flesh by labor , eate the bread Got with hard hands : let sorrow be your whip To draw drops of repentance from your heart , When I reade this amendment in your eyes , You shall not want , till then my pitty dies . exit . Spun.

I st not a shame that this scuruy Puerilis should giue vs lessons ?

Hir.

I haue dwelt thou knowst A long time in the Subvrbs of the conscience , and they are euer bawdy , but now my heart shall take a house within the walls of honesty .

Enter Harpax aloose . Spun.

O you drawers of wine , draw me no more to the bar of Beggery ; the sound of Score a pottle of sack , is worse then the noyse of a scolding oyster wench , or two Cats incorporating .

Harp . This must not be , I doe not like when conscience Thawes , keepe her frozen still : how now my masters ? Deiected , drooping , drownd in teares , clothes torne , Leane , and ill colour'd , sighing ! what s the whitlewinde Which raiseth all these mischiefes ? I haue seene you Drawne better on 't . O! but a spirit told me You both would come to this , when in you thrust Your selues into the seruice of that Lady , Who shortly now must die ; where 's now her praying What good get you by wearing your our feete , To run on scuruy errands to the poore , And to beare money to a sort of rogues , And lowsie prisoners . Hir. A pox on 'em , I neuer prosperd since I did it . Spun.

Had I bin a Pagan stil , I could not haue spit white for want of drinke , but come to any Vintner now and bid him trust me , because I turnd Christian , and he cries puh ,

Har. Y' are righly seru'd ; before that peeuish Lady Had to doe with you , weomen , wine , and money Flow'd in aboundance with you , did it not ? Hir. Oh! those dayes , those dayes . Har. Beat not your breasts , teare not your haire in madnes Those dayes shall come agen be rulde by me , And better ( marke me ) better . Spun.

I haue seen you sir as I take it , an attendant on the Lord Theophilus .

Har. Yes , yes , in shew his seruant , but harke hither . Take heed no body listens . Spun. Not a Mouse stirres . Har. I am a Prince disguisde . Hir. Disguisde ! how ! drunke , Har. Yes my fine boye , I le drinke to , and be drunke , I am a Prince , and anyaman by me ( Let him but keepe my rules ) shall soone grow rich , Exceeding rich , most infinitely rich , He that shall serue me , is not staru'd from pleasures As other poore knaues are ; no , take their fill , Spun. But that sir , we are so ragged ... Har. You le say , you 'd serue me . Hir. Before any master vnder the Zodiake . Harp . For clothes no matter ; I haue a mind to both . And one thing I like in you , now that you see The bonefire of your Ladyes state burnt out , You giue it ouer , do you not ? Hir. Let her be hangd . Spun. And poxd . Harp Why now y' are mine . Come let my hosome touch you . Spun. We haue bugges Sir . Hir. Ther 's mony , fetch your cloths home , there s for you Hir. Auoid Vermine : giue ouer our mistresse ! a man cannot prosper worse if he serue the diuell . Har. How ? the diuell ! I le tell you what now of the diuell , He 's no such horrid creature , clouen footed , Blacke , saucer-eyde , his nostrils breathing fire , As these lying Christians make him . Both No! Har. He 's more louing , To man , then man to man is . Hir. Is hee so ! wud wee two might come acquainted with him . Har.

You shall : he 's a wondrous good fellow , loues a cup of wine , a whore , any thing , you haue mony , it s ten to one but I le bring him to some Tauerne to you or other .

Spun. I le bespeake the best roome i th ; house for him . Har. Some people he cannot ondure . Hir. Wee le giue him no such cause . Har. He hates a ciuill Lawyer , as a souldier does peace ? Spun. How a commoner ? Har. Loues him from the teeth outward . Spun.

Pray my Lord and Prince , let me encounter you with one foolish question : does the diuell eate any Mace in 's broth ?

Har.

Exceeding much , when his burning feauer takes him , and then hee has the knuckles of a Bailiffe boyld to his breakefast .

Hir.

Then my Lord , he loues a Gatchpole does he not ? Har. As a Bearward does a dog , a Gatchpole ! he has sworn if euer he dies , to make a Serieant his heire , and a Yoeman his euerseer .

Spun. How if he come to any great mans gate , will the Porter let him come in sit ? Har. Oh , hee loues Porters of great mens gates , because they are euer so neere the wicket . Hir.

Doe not they whom he makes much on , for all his stroking their cheekes , leade hellish liues vnder him .

Har.

No , no , no , no , he will be damn before he hurts any man . Doe but you ( when y' are throughly acquainted with him ) aske for any thing , see if it does not come .

Spun. Anything ! Har. Call for a delicate race whore ; she 's brought you . Hir. Oh my elbow itches : will the diuel keepe the dore ? Har. Be drunke as a begger , he helps you home . Spun. O my fine diuell ! some watchman I warrant , I wonder who 's his constable . Har. Will you sweare , roare , swagger ? he claps you . Hir. How ! a th' chops . Har. No , a th' shoulder , and cries O my braue boy . Will any of you kill a man ? Spun. Yes , yes , I , I . Har. What s his word , hang , hang , t is nothing . Or stab a woman . Hir. Yes , yes , I , I . Har. Here 's the worst word he giues you , a pox on 't goe on . Hir. O inueagling rascall , I am rauishd . Har. Go get your clothes , turne vp your glasse of youth , And let the sands run merily , nor do I care From what a lauish hand your money flies , So you giue none away , feed beggers . Hir. Hang 'em . Har. And to the scrubbing poore . Hir. I le see 'em hangd first . Har. One seruice you must do me . Both . Anything . Har. Your Mistresse Dorothea , ere she suffers , Is to be put to tortures , haue you hearts To teare her into shreekes , to fetch her soule Vp in the Pangs of death , yet not to die . Hir. Suppose this shee , and that I had no hands , heere 's my teeth . Spun. Suppose this she , and that I had no teeth , heere 's my nailes . Hir. But will not you be there sir . Har. No , not for hils of diamonds , the grand Master Who schooles her in the Christian discipline , Abhorres my company ; should I be there , You 'd thinke all hell broke loose , we shall so quarrell . Plie you this businesse ; he , her flesh who spares Is lost , and in my loue neuer more shares . exit . Spun. Here 's a Master you rogue . Hir. Sure lie cannot chuse but haue a horrible number of seruants . exeunt Finis Actus tertis .
Actus 4. Scena 1. A bed thrust out , Antioninus vpon it sicks , with Physitions about him , Sapritius and Macrinus . Sap. O You that are halfe gods , lengthen that life Their dieties lend vs , turne ore all the volumes Of your mysterious AEsculapian science T' encrease the number of this yong mans dayes , And for each minute of his time prolong'd , Your fee shall be a peece of Romane gold With Caesars stampe , such as he sends his Captaines When in the warres they earne well : do but saue him , And as he is halfe my selfe , be you all mine . Doct. What art can do , we promise : phisickes hand As apt is to destroy , as to preserue , If heauen make not the medicine ; all this while Our skill hath combat held with his disease , But t is so armd , and a deepe melancholy To be such in part with death , we are in feare The graue must mocke our labours . Mac. I haue beene His keeper in this sicknesse , with such eyes As I haue seene my mother watch ore me , And from that obseruation sure I finde , It is a Mid wife must deliuer him . Sap. Is he with child , a Mid wife : Mac. Yes , With child , And will I feare lose life if by a woman He is not brought to bed : stand by his Pillow Some little while and in his broken slumbers Him shall you heare cry out on Dorothea , And when his armes flye open to catch her , Closing together , he falls fast asleepe , Pleas'd with embracings of her airy forme ; Physicians but torment him , his disease Laughs at their gibrish language , let him heare The voyce of Dorothea , nay but the name , He starts vp with high colour in his face , Shee or none cures him , and how that can be , ( The Princesse strick't command , barring that happines ) To me impossible seemes . Sap. To me it shall not . I le be no subiect to the greatest Caesar Was euer crown'd with Lawrell , rather then cease To be a father . exit . Mac. Silence sit , he wakes . Ant. Thou kilst me Dorothea , oh Dorothea . Mac. Shee s heere ; I enioy her . Ant. Where , Why doe you mooke me , Age on my head hath stuck no white haires yet , Yet I 'me an old man , a fond doting foole Vpon a woman , I to buy her beauty , ( Truth I am bewitched ) offer my life , And she for my acquaintance hazirds hers , Yet for our equall suffrings , none holds out A hand of pitty . Doct. Let him haue some Musicke . Ant. Hell on your fidling . Doct. Take againe your bed Sir , Sleepe is a soueraigne Physicke . Ant. Take an Asses head Sir , Confusion on your fooleries , your charmes , Thou stinking Glister-pipe , where 's the god of rest , Thy Pills , and base Apothecary drugges Threatned to bring vnto me , out you Impostors , Quacksaluing , cheating Mountbankes , your skill Is to make sound men sicke , and sicke men kill . Mac. O be your selfe deare friend . An. My selfe Macrunis How can I be my selfe , when I am mangled Into a thousand peeces , heere moues my head , But where s my heart ? where euer , that lies dead . Enter Sapritius dragging in Dorothea by the Haire , Angelo attending . Sap. Follow me thou damn'd Sorcores , call vp thy spirits , And if they can , now let 'em from my hand Vntwine these witching haires . Ant. I am that spirit , Or if I be not ( were you not my father ) One made of Iron should how that hand in peeces That so defaces this sweete Monument Of my loues beauty ? Sap. Art thou sicke ? Ant. To death . Sap. Wouldst thou recouer ? Ant. Would I liue in blisse ? Sap. And doe thine eyes shoote daggers at that man That brings thee health ? Aut. It is not in the world ? Sap. I st heere ? Ant. Oh Treasure , by enchantment lock'd In Caues as deepe as hell , am I as neere . Sap. Breake that enchanted Caut , enter , and rifle The spoyles thy lust hunts after , I descend To a base office , and become thy Pandar In bringing thee this proud Thing , make her thy Whore , Thy health lies heere if she deny to giue it , Force it , imagine thou assaultst a towne , Weake wall , too 't , t is thine owne , beat but this downe , Come , and vnseene , be witnesse to this battry , How the coy strumpet yeelds . Doct. Shall the boy stay sir . Sap. No matter for the boy , Pages are vs'd to these odde bawdy Shufflings , and indeede are those Little yong snakes in a Furies head Will sting worse then the great ones , Let the Pimpe stay . exeunt aside . Dor. Oh guard me Angels , What Tragedy must begin now ? Ant. When a Tyger Leapes into a tymerous heard , with rauenous Iawes Being hunger-staru'd , what Tragedy then begins ? Dor. Death I am happy so , you hitherto Haue still had goodnes spard within your eyes , Let not that Orbe be broken . Ang. Feare not Mistresse , If he dare offer violence , we two Are strong enough for such a sickly man . Dor. What is your horrid purpose sir , your eye Beares danger in it ? Ant. I must . Dor. What . Sap. Speake it out . Ant. Climbe that sweete Virgin tree . Sap. Plague a your trees . Ant. And pluck that fruit which none I think euer tasted : Sap. A souldier , and stand fumbling so . Dor. O Kill me , Kneeles . And heauen will take it as a sacrifice , But it you play the Rauisher , there is A Hell to swallow you . Sap. Let her swallow thee . Ant. Rise for the Romane Empire ( Dorothea ) I would not wound thine honour , pleasure forc'd Are vnripe Apples , sowre , not worth the plucking , Yet let me tell you , t is my fathers will , That I should seize vpon you as my prey . Which I abhorre as much as the blackest sinne The villany of man did euer act . Sapritius breakes in and Macrinus . Ang. Dye happy for this language . Sap. Dye a slaue , A blockish Ideot . Mac. Deare sir , vexe him not . Sap. Yes , and vexe thee too , both I thinke are geldings , Cold , Phlegmatike Bastard , th' art no brat of mine , One sparke of me , when I had heate like thine By this had made a Bonefire : a tempting whore ( For whom th' art mad ) thrust euen into thine armes , And standst thou puling ? had a Taylor seene her Her at this aduantage , he with his crosse-capers Had rufled her by this , but thou shalt curse Thy dalliance , and heere before her eyes Teare thy flesh in peeces , when a slaue In hot lust bathes himselfe , and gluts those pleasures Thy nicenesse durst not touch , call out a slaue , You Captaine of our guard , fetch a slaue hither . exit . Ant. What will you do deere Sir . Sap. Teach her a trade , which many would learne In lesse then halfe an houre , to play the Whore . Enter a Slaue . Mac. A Slaue is to me , what now . Sap. Thou hast bones and flesh Enough to ply thy labour , from what country Wert thou tane Prisoner , heere to be our slaue . Slaue . From Brittaine . Sap. In the west Ocean . Sla. Yes . Sap. An Iland . Sla. Yes . Sap. I am fitted , of all Nations Our Romane swords euer conquer'd , none comes neere The Brittaine for true whooring : sirrah fellow , What wouldst thou doe to gaine thy liberty ? Sla. Doe ! liberty ! fight naked with a Lyon , Venture to plucke a Standard from the heart Of an arm'd Legion : liberty ! I de thus Bestride a Rampire , and defiance spit I' th face of death ; then , when the battring Ram Were fetching his careere backward to pash Me with his hornes in peeces : to shake my chaines off , And that I could not doo 't but by thy death , Stoodst thou on this dry shore , I on a rock Ten Piramids high , downe would I leape to kill thee , Or dye my selfe : what is for man to doe I le venture on , to be no more a slaue . Sap. Thou shalt then be no slaue , for I wil set thee Vpon a peece of worke is fit for man , Braue for a Brittaine , drag that Thing aside And rauish her . Sla. And rauish her ! is this your manly seruice , A Diuell scornes to doo 't , t is for a beast , A villaine , not a man , I am as yet But halfe a slaue , but when that worke is past , A damned whole one , a blacke vgly slaue , The slaue of all base slaues , doo 't thy selfe Roman , T is drudgery fit for thee . Sap. Hee s bewitch'd too , Binde him , and with a Bastinado giue him Vpon his naked belly 200. blowes . Sla. Thou art more slaue then I . exit carried in . Dor. That power supernall on whom waites my soule , Is Captaine ore my chastity . Ant. Good sir giue ore , The more you wrong her , your selfes vex'd the more , Sap. Plagues light on her and thee ; thus downe I throw Thy Harlot thus by 'th haire , naile her to earth , Call in ten slaues , let euery one discouer What lust desires , and surfet heere his fill , Call in ten slaues . Ang. They are come sir at your call . Sap. O oh . Falls downe . Enter Theophilus . The. Where is the Gouernour ? Ant. There 's my wretched father . The. My Lord , Sapritius , hee 's not dead , my Lord , That Witch there . Aut. T is no Romane gods can strike These fearefull terrors , O thou happy maid , Forgiue this wicked purpose of my father . Dor. I doe . The. Gone , gone , he 's peppered : t is thou Hast done this act internall . Dor. Heauen pardon you , And if my wrongs from thence pull vengeance downe ( I can no myracles worke ) yet from my soule Pray to those powers I serue , he may recouer . The. He stirres , helpe , raise him vp , my Lord . Sap. Where am I ? The One cheeke is blasted . Sap. Blasted ! Where s the Lamia That teares my entrailes ? I 'me be witch'd , seize on her ? Dor. I 'me heere , do what you please . The. Spurne her too 'th barre . Dor. Come boy , being there , more neere to heauen we are Sap Kicke harder , goe out witch . exeunt . Ant. O bloudy hangmen , thine own gods giue thee breth , Each of thy tortors is my seuerall death . exit . Enter Harpax Hircius , and Spungius . Har. Doe you like my seruice now , say am not I A Master worth attendance . Spun.

Attendance , I had rather licke cleane the soles of your durty bootes , then weare the richest sute of any infected Lord , whose rotten life hangs betweene the 2 Poles .

Hir.

A Lords sute ! I wud not giue vp the cloake of your seruice to meet the splay-foot estate of any leftey'd knight aboue the Antipodes , because they are vnlucky to meete .

Har. This day i le try your loues to me , t is onely But well to vse the agility of your armes , Spun. Or legs , I am lofty at them . Hir. Or any other member that has no legges . Spun. thou 't runne into some hole . Hir.

If I meet one that 's more than my match , & that I cannot stand in their hands , I must & will creep on my knees .

Har. Heere me my little teeme of villaines , heare me , I cannot teach you Fencing with these Cudgels , Yet you must vse them , lay them on but soundly , That s all . Hir. Nay if we come to malling once , puh , Spun. But what Wall-nut tree is it we must beate . Har. Your Mistresse . Hir.

How ! my Mistresse ! I begin to haue a Christians heart , made of sweet butter , I melt , I cannot strike a woman .

Hir. Not I , vnlesse she scratch , bum my mistresse ! Har. Y' are Coxecombes , silly Animals , Hir. What s that ? Har. Drones , Asses , blinded Moles , that dare not thrust Your armes out to catch Fortune , say you fall off , It must be done you are conuerted Rascalls , And that once spred abroad , why euery slaue Will kicke you , call you motley Christians , And halfe fac'd Christians . Spun. The guts of my conscience beginne to be of whit-leather , Hir. I doubt me I shall haue no sweet buttet in me . Har. Deny this , and each Pagan whom you meete Shall forked fingers thrust into your eyes . Hir. If we be Cuckolds . Har. Doe this , and euery god the Gentiles bow to , Shall adde a fadome to your line of yeeres . Spun. A hundred fadome , I desire no more . Hir. I desire but one inch longer , Har. The Senators will as you passe along Clap you vpon your shoulders with this hand , And with this hand glue you gold when you are dead , Happy that man shall be can get a nayle , The paring — , they the durt vnder the nayle Of any of you both , to say this durt Belong'd to Spungius or Hercius . Spun.

They shall not want durt vnder my nayles , I le keepe 'em long of purpose , for now my singers itch to bee at her .

Hir. The first thing I doe I le take her Ore the lips . Spun. And I the hips , we may strike any where . Har. Yes , any where . Hir. Then I know where i le hit her . Har. Prosper and be mine owne ; stand by , I must not To see this done , great businesse calls me hence , Hee 's made can make her eurse his violence . exit . Spun. Feare it not sir , her ribs shall be basted . Hir.

He come vpon her with rounce , robble-hobble , and thwicke thwack thirlety bouncing .

Enter Dorothea lead Prisoner , a Guard attending , a Hangman with Cords in some vgly shape , sets vp a Pillar in the middle of the stage , Sapritius and Theophilus sit , Angelo by her . Sap. According to our Romane customes , binde That Christian to a Pillar . Theo. Infernall Furies , Could they into my hand thrust all their whips To teare thy flesh thy soule , t is not a torture Fit to the Vengeance , I should heape on thee , For wrongs done me : me ! for flagitious facts By thee done to our gods , yet ( so it stand To great Cesaraes Gouernors high pleasure ) Bow but thy Knee to Iupiter and offer Any slight sacrifice , or doe but sweare By Caesars fortune , and be free . Sap. Thou shalt . Dor. Not for all Casar fortune , were it chaind To more worlds , then are kingdomes in the world , And all those worlds drawne after him : I defie Your hangmen ; you now shew me whither to flie . Sap. Are her tormentors ready ? Ang. Shrinke not deere mistresse . Both . My Lord , we are ready for the businesse . Dor. You two ! whom I like fosterd children fed , And lengthen'd out your starued life with bread : You be my hangman ! whom when vp the ladder Death hald you to be strangled , I fetcht downe Clothd you , and warmd you , you two my tormentors . Both . Yes , use . Dor. Diuine powers pardon you . Sap. Strike . strike at her : Angelo kneeling holds her fast . Theo. Beate out her braines — , Dor. Receive me you bright Angels . Sap. Faster slaues . Spun. Faster : I am out of breath I 'am sure : if I were to beate a bucke , I can strike no harder . Hir. O mine armes , I cannot list 'em to my head . Dor. Ioy aboue ioys , are my tormentors wearie In torturing me , and in my suffrings I fainting in no linbe : ●●●●anto strike home And feast your fury full . Theo. These dogs are ours . come from his seate . Which snarle , yet bite not : see my Lord , her face Has more bewitching beauty then before , Prowd whore : it smiles , cannot an eye shart out With these . Hir. No sir , not the bridge of her nose fall , t is full of Iron worke . Sap. Let s view the oudgols , are they not counterfeit . Ang. There fixe thine eye still , thy glorious crown must come Not from soft pleasure , but by martyrdome , There fixe thine eye still , when we next do meet , Not thornes , but roses shall beare vp thy feet : There fixe thine eye still . exit . Enter Harpax sneaking . Dor. Euer , euer , euer . Theo.

Wee are mock'd , these bats haue power downe to fell gyants , yether skin is not fear'd .

Sap. What rogues are these . Theo. Cannot these force a shreeke . beats them . Spun.

Oh! a woman has one of my ribs , and now fiue more are broken .

Theo. Cannot this make her roare . beates tother he roares Sa. Who hir'd these slaues ? what are they ? Spun.

We serue that noble Gentleman there , he entisde vs to this dry-beating , oh for one halfe pot .

Har. My seruants ! two base rogues , & sometimes seruants To her and for that cause forbeare to hurt her . Sap. Vnbinde her , hang vp these . Theo. Hang the two hounds on the next tree . Hir.

Hang vs ! master Harpax , what a diuell shall we be thus vsde .

Har. What bandogs but you two wud worry a woman ! Your mistessell but clapt you , you flew on : Say I should get your liues , each rascall begger Would when he met you , cry , out helhounds , traitors Spit at you , fling durt at you , and no woman Euer endure your fight : t is your best course ( Now had you secret kniues ) to stab your selues , But since you haue not , goe and be hang'd . Hir. I thanke you . Har. I is your best course . Theo. Why stay they trifling here ? To gallowes drag 'em by the heeles : away . Spun.

By the heeles ! no sir , wee haue legges to doe vs that seruice .

Hir.

I , I , if no woman can endure my sight , away with me .

exeunt . Har. Dispatch 'em . Spun. The diuell dispatch thee . exit . Sap. Death this day ride in triumph , Theophilus . See this witch made away to . Theo. My soule thirst for it , Come , I my selfe , thy hangmans part could play . Dor. Oh hasten me to my coronation day . exeunt Enter Antoninus , Macrinus , seruants . Anton. Is this the place where vertue is to suffer , And heauenly beauty leauing this base earth , To make a glad returne from whence it came , Is it Macrinus ? a scaffold thrust forth Mac. By this preparation You well may rest assurd that Dorethea This houre is to die here . Anton. Then with her dies The abstract of all sweetnesse that 's in woman , Set me downe friend , that ere the iron hand Of death close vp mine eyes , they may at once Take my last leaue both of this light , and her : For she being gone , the glorious Sun himselfe To me 's Cymerian darkenesse . Macr. Strange affection ! Cupid once more hath chang'd his shafts with death , And kills in stead of giuing life . Anton. Nay weepe not , Though teares of friendship be a soueraigne balme , On me they are cast a way : it is decreed That I must die with her , our clew of life Was spun together . Macr. Yet sir t is my wonder That you who hearing onely what she suffers , Pertake of all her tortures , yet will be To adde to your calamitie , an eye witnesse Of her last Tragicke scene , which must pierce deeper And make the wound more desperate . Anton. O Macrinus , T would linger out my torment selfe , not kill me , Which is the end I aime at , being to die to . What instrument more glorious can I wish for , Then what is made sharpe by my constant loue And true affection . It may be the duty And loyall seruice with which I pursude her , And seald it with my death , will be remembred Among her blessed actions , and what honor Can I desire beyond it ? Enter a guard bringing in Dorothea , a headsman before her , followed by Theophitus , Sapritius , Harpax . See she comes , How sweet her innocence appeares , more like To heauen it selfe then any sacrifice That can be offerd to it . By my hopes Of ioyes hereafter , the sight makes me doubtfull In my beleefe , nor can I thinke our gods Are good , or to be seru'd , that take delight In offrings of this kinde , that to maintaine Their power , do face the master peece of nature , Which they themselues come short of she ascends , An euery step raises her neerer heauen . What god so ere thou art that most enioy her , Receiue in her a boundlesse happinesse Sap. You are too blame To let him come abrode . Macr. It was his will , And we were left to serue him , not command him , Anton. Good sir be not offended , nor deny My last of pleasures in this happy obiect That I shall ere be blest with . Theo. Now prowd contemner Of vs and of our gods , tremble to thinke It is not in the power thou seru'st , to saue thee . Not all the riches of the sea increasd By violent shipwrackes , nor the vnsearched mines Mammons vnknowne exchequer shall redeeme thee . And therefore hauing first with horror weigh'd What t is to die , and to die yong , to part with All pleasures , and delights : lastly , to goe Where all Antipathies to comfort dwell Furies behind , about thee , and before thee , And to adde to affliction the remembrance Of the Elizian ioyes thou might'st haue tasted , Hadst thou not turnd Apostata to those gods That so reward their seruants , let despayre Preuent the hangmans sword , and on this scaffold Make thy first entrance into hell . Anton. She smiles , Vnmou'd by Mars , as if she were assur'd Death looking on her constancy would forget The vse of his ineuitable hand . Theo. Derided to ? dispatch I say . Dor. Thou foole That gloriest in hauing power to rauish A trifle from me I am weary of : What is this life ? to me not worth a thought Or if to bee esteemd , 't is that I loose it To win a better , eu'n thy realice serues To me but as a ladder to mount vp To such a height of happinesse where I shall Looke downe with scorne on thee , and on the world , Where circl'd with true pleasures , plac'd aboue The reach of death or time , t will be my glory To thinke at what an , easie price I bought it . There 's a perpetuall spring , perpetuall youth , No ioynt benumming cold , nor scorching heate , Famine nor age haue any being there : Forget for shame your Tempe , burie in Obliuion , your fainde your Hesperian Orchards The Golden fruite kept by the watchfull Dragon Which did require Hercules to get it Compar'd with what growes in all plenty there , Deserues not to be nam'd . The power I serue Laughs at your happy Arabie , or the Elizian shades , for he hath made his bowers Better indeed then you can fancy yours . Anton. O take me thither with you . Doro. Trace my steps And be assurd you shall . Sap. With mine owne hands He rather stop that little breath is left thee , And rob thy killing feauer . Theo. By no means , Let him go with her , do seduc'd yong man , And waite vpon thy saint in death , do , do , And when you come to that imagind place , That place of all delights , pray you obserue me , And meete those cursed things I once call'd daughters , Whom I haue sent as harbingers before you , If there be any truth in your religion , In thankfulnesse to me that with care hasten Your iourney thither , pray send me some Small pittance of that curious fruit you bost of . Ant. Grant that I may goe with her , and I will . Sap. Wilt thou in thy last minute dam thy selfe ? Theo. The gates to hell are open . Dor. Know thou tyrant Thou agent for the diuell thy great master Though thou art most vnworthy to tast of it , I can and will . Enter Angelo in the Angels habit . Har. Oh! mountaines fall vpon me , Or hide me in the bottome of the deepe , Where light may neuer find me . Theo. What s the matter ? Sap. This is prodigious , and confirms her witch craft . Theo. Harpax my Harpax speake . Har. I dare not stay , Should I but heare her once more I were lost , Some whirle winde snatch me from this cursed place , To which compar'd ( and with what now I suffer ) Hels torments are sweet slumbers . exit Harpax Sap. Sap. Follow him . Theo. He is distracted , and I must not loose him , Thy charms vpon my seruant cursed witch , Giues thee a short repricue , let her not die Till my returne . exeunt Sap. and Theo Anton. She minds him not , what obiect Is her eye fixd on ? Macr. I see nothing . Anton. Marke her . Doro. Thou glorious minister of the power I serue , For thou art more then mortall , is t for me Poore sinner , thou art pleasd a while to leaue Thy heauenly habitation ? and vouchsafest Though glorified , to take my seruants habit , For put off thy diuinitie , so lookd My louely Angelo . Ange. Know I am the same , And still the seruant to your pietie , Your zealous prayers and pious deeds first wonne me ( But 't was by his command to whom you sent 'em ) To guide your steps . I tride your charitie , When in a beggers shape you tooke me vp And clothd my naked limbes , and after fed ( As you beleeu'd ) my famishd mouth . Learne all By your example to looke on the poore With gentle eyes , for in such habits often Angels desire an Almes . I neuer left you , Nor will I now , for I am sent to carry Your pure and innocent soule to ioyes eternall , Your martyrdome once sufferd , and before it Aske any thing from me , and rest assur'd You shall obtaine it Doro. I am largely payd For all my torments , since I find such grace Grant that the loue of this yong man to me , In which he languisheth to death , may be Chang'd to the loue of heauen , Ange. I will performe it . And in that instant when the sword seta free Your happy soule his shall haue libertie . Is there ought else ? Doro. For proofe that I foregiue My persecutor , who in scornd desir'd To tast of that most sacred fruite I go to After my death as sent from me , be pleasd To giue him of it . Ange. Willingly deere Mistresse . Mac. I am amaz'd Anton. I feels a holy fire That yeelds a comfortable heate within me . I am quite alterd from the thing I was . See I can stand , and goe alone , thus kneels To heauenly Dorothea , touch her hand With a religious kisse . Enter Sapritius and Theophilus . Sapr. He is well now , But will not be drawne back . Theoph. It matters not , We can discharge this works without his helpe : But see your sonne . Sapr , Villaine Anton. Sir I you , Being so neere our ends diuoroe vs not . Theo. He quickly make a separation of . Hast thou ought else to say ? Dorothea . Nothing but blame Thy tardinesse in sending me to rest , My peace is made with heauen , to which my soule Begins to take her flight , strike , O. strike quickly , And though you are vn mou'd to be my death Hereafter when my story shall be read , As they were present now , the hearers shall Say this of Dorothea with wet eyes She liu'd a virgin , and a virgin dies . her head strucke off Anton. O take my soule along to waite on mine . Macr. Your sonne sinks to . Antonius sinkes Sap. Already dead . The. Die all . That are or fauour this accursed Sect , I triumph in their ends , and will raise vp A hill of their dead Karkatses , to or clooke The Pyrenean Hils , but i le roote out . These superstitious fooles , and leaue the World No name of Christian . Loud Musicke , exit Angelo leauing first laid his hand vp . on their mouthes . Sap. Ha , hauenly Musicke . Mac. T is in the ayre . The. Illusions of the Diuell Wrought by some one of her Religion . That faine would make her death a miracle , It frights not me : because he is your sonne Let him haue buriall , but let her body Be cast forth with contempt in some high way , And be to Vultures and to Dogs a prey . Exeunt . The end of the fourth Act .
Actus 5. Scena I. Enter Theophilus in his study , Bookes about him . The. Is 't Holliday ( Oh Casar ) that thy seruant , ( Thy Prouost , to see execution done On these base Christians in Casarea ) Should now want worke : sheepe these Idolaters That none are stirring , As a curious Painter Rises . When he has made some admirable peece , Stands off , and with a searching eye examines Each colours how t is sweetned , and then hugs Himselfe for his rare workemanship . — So heere Sits . Will I my Drolleries and bloudy Lantskips Long past wrap'd vp vnfold to make me merry With shadowes , now I want the substances . Books . My Muster-booke of Hel-hounds , were the Christians Whose names stand heere ( aliue ) and arm'd , not Rome Could mooue vpon her Hindges . What I haue done , Or shall heereafter , is not out of hate To poore tormented wretches , no I am carried With violence of zeale , and streames of seruice I owe our Romane gods . Great Britaine , what . A thousand wiues with brats sucking their brests , Had hot Irons pinch 'em off and throwne to swine ; And then their fleshy backparts he wed with hatchets , Were mine'd and bak'd in Pies to feede staru'd Christians . Ha , ha . Agen , agen , — East . Anglas — , oh , East-Angles , Bandogs ( kept three dayes hungry ) worried 1000 . Brittish Rascals , styed vp , fat Of purpose , strip'd naked , and disarm'd . I could outstare a yeere of Sunnes and Moones , To sit at these sweete Bul-baitings , so I could Thereby but one Christian win to fall In adoration to my Iupiter . Twelue hundred Eyes boar'd with Augurs out : oh ! eleuen thousand Torne by wild beasts : two hundred ram'd i' th earth To 'th armepits , and full Platters round about 'em , But farre enough for reaching , eate dogs , ha , ha , ha . Tush , all these tortures are but phillipings , Flea-bitings ; I before the destinies My bottome did winde vp , would flesh my selfe Once more , vpon some one remarkeable Aboue all these , this Christian Slut was well , A pretty one , but let such horror follow The next I feede with torments , that when Rome Shall heare it , her foundation at the sound May feele an Earth-quake . How now ? Musicke . Rise Consort , enter Angelo with a Basket fild with fruit and flowers . Ang. Are you amazd'd Sir — so great a Roman spirit and does it tremble . The. How cam'st thou in ? to whom thy businesse ? Ang. To you : I had a mistresse late senthence by you Vpon a bloudy errand , you intreated That when she came into that blessed Garden Whither she knew she went , and where ( now happy ) Shee feedes vpon all ioy , she would send to you Some of that Garden fruit and flowers , which heere To haue her promise sau'd , are brought by me . The. Cannot I see this Garden ? Ang. Yes , if the Master Will giue you entrance . Angelo vanisheth . The. T is atempting fruit , and the most bright check'd child I euer view'd , Sweete smelling goodly fruit , what flowers are these ? In Dioclesians Gardens , the most beautious Compard with these are weedes : is it not February ? The second day she dyed : Frost , Ice and snowe Hang on the beard of Winter , where s the sunne That guilds this summer , pretty sweete boy , say in what Country Shall a man find this Garden — , my delicate boy , gone ! Vanished ! Within there , Iuliarues and Gota . — enter two seruants . Both . My Lord . The. Are my gates shut ? 1. And guarded . The. Saw you not — a boy . 2. Where ? The.

Heere hee entred , a young Lad , 1000. blessings danc'd vpon his eyes , a smooth fac'd glorious Thing , that brought this Basket .

1. No sir ? exeunt . The. Away , but be in reach if my voyce calls you , No! vanish'd ! and not seene , be thou a spirit Sent from that Witch to mock me , I am sure This is essentiall , and how ere it growes , Will taste it . Enter . Har. Ha , ha , ha , ha . Harpax within . The. So good , i le haue some now sure . Har. Ha , ha , ha , ha , great lickorish foole . The. What art thou ? Har. A Fisherman , The. What doest thou catch ; Har. Soules , soules , a fish cal'd soules . Enter a seruent . The. Geta . 1. My Lord . Har. Ha , ha , ha , ha . Within . The. What insolent slaue is this dares laugh at me ? Or what is t the dog grinnes at so ? 1.

I neither know my Lord at what , nor whom , for there is none without but my fellow Iulianus , and hee 's making a Garland for Iupiter .

The. Iupiter ! all within me is not well , And yet not sicke . Har. Ha , ha , ha , ha . lowder . The. What 's thy name slaue ? Har. Goe looke . At one end . 1. T is Harpax voyce . The. Harpax , goe drag the Caitiffe to my foote , That I may stampe vpon him . Har. Foole , thou lyest . At tother end . 1. Hee 's yonder now my Lord . The. Watch thou that end Whilst I make good this . Har. Ha , ha , ha , ha , ha . At the middle . The. Hee 's at Barli-breake , and the last couple are now in hell , exit seruent . Search for him , all this ground me thinke is bloudy , And pau'd with thousands of those Christians eyes Whom I haue tortu'd , and they stare vpon me ; What was this apparition ? sure it had A shape Angelicall ; mine eyes ( though dazled And danted at first sight ) tell me , it wore A paire of glorious wings , yea they were wings , And hence he flew ; t is vanished , Iupiter For all my sacrifices done to him Neuer once gaue me smile : how can stone smile , musicke . Or woodden Image laugh ? ha ! I remember Such Musicke gaue a welcome to my eare , When the faire youth came to me : t is in the Ayre , Or from some better place , a power diuine , Through my darke ignorance on my soule does shine , And makes me see a conscience all stai'nd ore , Nay drown'd and damn'd for euer in Christian gore . Har. Ha , ha , ha . Within . The. Agen , what dainty rellish on my tongue This fruit hath left , some Angell hath me fed , If so toothfull , I will be banqueted . eates another . Har. Hold . Enter Harpax in a fearefull shape , fire flashing out of the study . The. Not for Caesar . Har. But for me thou shalt . The. Thou art no Twin to him that Last was heere . You powers whom my soule bids me reuerence Guard me : What art thou ? Har. I 'me thy Master . The. Mine . Har. And thou my euerlasting slaue ; that Harpax , Who hand in hand hath led thee to thy Hell Am I . The. Auant . Har. I will not , cast thou downe That Basket with the things in 't , and fetch vp What thou hast swallowed , and then take a drinke Which I shall giue thee , and i 'me gon . The. My Fruit ! Does this offend thee ? see Har. Spet it to 'th earth , And tread vpon it , or i le peece-meale teare thee . The. Art thou with this affrighted ? see , heare s more . Flowers . Har. Fling them away , i le take thee else & hang thee In a contorted Chaine of Isicles I' th frigid Zone : downe with them . The. At the botome , One thing I found not yet , see . A crosse of Flowers . Har. Oh , I 'me tortur'd . The. Can this doo 't ? hence thou Fiend infernall hence . Har. Claspe Iupiters Image , and away with that . The. At thee i le fling that Iupiter , for me thinkes I serue a better Master , he now checkes me For murthering my two daughters , put on by thee , By thy damn'd Rhetoricke did I hunt the life Of Dorothea , the holy Virgin Martyr , She is not angry with the Axe nor me , But sends these presents to me , and its 〈◊〉 Ore worlde to finde her , and from her white hand To beg a forgiuenesse . Har. No , i le bind thee heere . The. I set up a strength aboue thine : this small weapon me thinkes is Armour hard enough . Har. Keepe from me . Sinkes a little . The. Art poasting to thy center ? down hel-hound , down , Me hast thou lost ; that arme which hurles thee hence Saue me , and set me vp the strong defence In the faire Christians quarrel . Enter Angele . Ang. Exit thy foote there , Nor be thou shaken with a Caesars voyce , Though thousand deaths were in it : and I then Will bring thee to a Riuer that shall wash Thy bloudy hands cleane , and more white then Snow , And to that Garden where these blest things grow , And to that martyr'd Virgin , who hath sent That heauenly token to thee ; Spred this braue wing And serue then Caesar , a farre greater King . exit . The. It is , it is some Angell , vanish'd againe ! Oh come back rauishing Boy , bright Messenger , Thou hast ( by these mine eyes fixt on thy beauty ) Illumined all my soule , now looke I backe On my blacke Tyranies , which as they did . Out dare the bloudiest , thou blest spirit that leades me , Teach me what I must do , and to doe well , That my last act , the best may Paralell . exit . Enter Dioclesian , Maximinus , Epire , Pontus , Macedon , meeting Artemia , attendants . Art . Glory and Conquest still attend vpon Triumphant Caesar . Dio. Let thy wish faire Daughter Be equally deuided , and hereafter Learne thou to know and reuerence Maximinus , Whose power with mine vnited makes one Caesar . Max. But that I feare 't would be held flattery , The bonds consider'd in which we stand tide As loue , and Empire , I should say till now I nere had seene a Lady I thought worthy To be my Mistresse . Art . Sir , you shew yourselfe Both Courtier and Souldier , but take heede , Take heede my Lord , though my dull pointed beauty Stain'd by a harsh refusall in my seruant Cannot dart forth such beames as may inflame you , You may encounter such a powerfull one , That with a pleasing heate will thaw your heart Though bound in ribs of Ice , loue still is loue , His Bow and Arrowes are the same , great Iulius That to his successors left the name of Caesar Whom warre could neuer tame , that with dry eyes Beheld the large plaines of Pharsalia , couer'd With the dead Karkasses of Senators And Citizens of Rome , when the world knew No other Lord but him , strucke deepe in yeeres to , And men gray haird forget the lusts of youth : After all this , meeting faire Cleapatra , A suppliant to the magicke of her eye , Euen in his pride of conquest tooke him captiue , Nor are you more secure . Max. Were you deform'd ( But by the gods you are most excellent ) Your grauity and discretion would o'recome me , And I should be more proud in being a Prisoner To your faire vertues , then of all the Honours , Wealth , Title , Empire , that my sword hath purchac'd Dio. This meetes my wishes , welcome it Artemia With out-stretch'd armes , and study to forget That Antoninus euer was thy fate Reseru'd thee for this better choise , embrace it . Ep. This happy match brings new nerues to giue strength To our continued league . Mace . Hymen himselfe Will blesse this marriage which we will solemnize In the presence of these Kings . Pon. Who rest most happy To be eye-witnesses of a Match that brings Peace to the Empire . Diocles. We much thanke your loues , But wher 's Sapritius our Gouernour , And our most zealous prouost good Theophilus ? If euer Prince were blest in a true seruant , Or could the gods be debtors to a man , Both they and we stand far ingag'd to cherish His pietie and seruice . Artem. Sir the Gouernour Brookes sadly his sonnes losse although he turnd Apostata in death , but bold Theophilus Who for the same cause in my presence seald His holy anger on his daughters hearts . Hauing with tortures first tride to conuert her , Drag'd the bewitching Christian to the scaffold , And saw her loose her head . Dio. He is all worthy , And from his owne mouth I would gladly heare The manner how she sufferd . Arte. 'T will be deliuerd With such contempt and scorne , I know his nature That rather t will beget your highnesse laughter Then the least pittie . Enter Theophilus , Sapritius , Macrinus . Dio. To that end I would heare it . Arte. He comes , with him the Gouernour . Dio. O Sapritius , I am to chide you for your tendernesse , But yet remembring that you are a father , I will forget it , good Theophilus He speake with you anone : neerer your care , to Sapritius . Theo. By Antoninus soule I do coniure you , And though not for religion , for his friendship , Without demanding what s the cause that moues me , Receiue my signet , by the power of this Go to my prisons , and release all Christian That are in fetters there by my command . Mac. But what shall follow ? Theo. Haste then to the port , You there shall finde two tall ships ready rig'd , In which embarke the poore distressed soules And beare them from the reach of tyranny , Enquire not whither you are bound , the dietic That they adore will giue you prosperous winds , And make your voyage such , and largely pay for Your hazard , and your trauaile : leaue me here There is a scene that I must act alone . Haste good Macrinus , and the great God guide you . Mac. I le vndertake 't , there 's some thing prompts me to it T is to saue innocent blood , a Saintlike act , And to be mercifull has neuer beene By mortall men themselues esteemd a sin . exit Mac. Dioc. You know your charge . Sap. And will with care obserue it . Dio. For I professe he is not Casars friend That sheds a teare for any torture that A Christians suffers . Welcome my best seruant My carefull , zealous Prouost , thou hast toyld To satisfie my will though in extreames , I loue thee for 't , thou art firme rocke , no changeling : Prethee deliuer , and for my sake do it Without excesse of bitternesse or seosses Before my brother and these kings , how tooke The Christian her death . Theo. And such a presence Though euery priuate head in this large roome Were circl'd round with an imperiall crowne , Her story will deserue , it is so full Of excellency and wonder . Diocle. Ha! how 's this ? Theo. O marke it therefore , and with that attention , As you would here an Embassie from heauen By a wing'd Legate , for the truth deliuerd , Both how and what this blessed virgin sufferd : And Dorothea but hereafter nam'd , You will rise vp with reuerence , and no more As things vn worthy of your thoughts , remember What the canoniz'd Spartan Ladies were Which lying Greece so bosts of , your owne matrons Your Romane dames whose figures you yet keepe As holy relickes in her historic Will find a second vrne . Gracohus , Cornelia , Paulina that in death desirde to follow Her husband Seneca , nor Brutus Portia That swallowd burning coles to ouertake him , Though all their seuerall worths were giuen to one With this is to be mention'd . Maximinus . Is he mad ? Diocl. Why they did die Theophilus , and boldly . This did no more . Theo. They out of desperation Are for vaine glory of an aftername Parted with life . This had not mutinous sonnes As the rash Gracchi were , nor was this Saint A doting mother as Cornelia was : This lost no husband in whose ouerthrow Her wealth and honour suncke , no feare of want Did make her being tedious , but aiming At an immortall crowne , and in his cause Who onely can bestow it ; who sent downe Legions of ministring Angels to beare vp Her spotlesse soule to heauen ; who entertaind it With choyce celestiall musicke , equall to To the motion of the spheres , she vncompeld Chang'd this life for a better . My Lord Sapritius You were present at her death , did you ere here Such rauishing sounds ? Sap. Yet you sayd then it was witchcraft , And diuellish illusions . Theo. I then hard it With sinfull cares , and belch'd out blasphemous words Against his dietie , which then I knew not , Nor did beleeue in him . Diocl. Why dost thou now ? or dar'st thou in our hearing ? Theoph. Were my voyce As lowd as is his thunder , to be heard Through al the world , all potentates on earth Ready to burst with rage should they but heare it , Though hell to ayde their mallice lent her furies Yet I would speake , and speake againe , and boldly , I am a Christian , and the powers you worship But dreames of fooles and madmen . Maximums . Lay hands on him . Dio. Thou twice a child ( for doting age so makes thee ) Thou could it not else thy pilgrimage of life , Being almost past through in the last moment , Destroy what ere thou hast done good or great , Thy youth did promise much , and growne a man Thou madest it good , and with encrease of yeares Thy actions still betterd as the Sunne Thou did rise gloriously , kepst a constant course In all thy iourney , and now in the evening When thou shouldst passe with honour to thy rest , Wilt thou fall like a Metcor ? Sapritius . Yet confesse That thou art mad , and that thy tong and heart Had no agreement . Max. Doe , no way is left else To saue thy life Theophilus . Diocl. But refule it Destruction as horrid and as sodaine Shall fall vpon thee , as if hell stood open And thou wert sinking thither . Theoph. Here me yet Here for my seruice past . Artem. What will he say ? Theo. At euer I deseru'd your fauour here me , And grant one boone , t is not for life I sue for , Nor is it fit that I that nere knew pitty To any Christian , being one my selfe Should looke for any : no , I rather beg The vtmost of your cruelty ; I stand Accomptable for thousand Christians deaths , And were it possible that I could die A day for euery one , then liue againe To be againe tormented , t were to me An easie pennance , and I should passe through A gentle clensing fire , but that denyde me , It being beyond the strength of feeble nature , My sute is you would haue no pitty on me . In mine owne house there are a thousand engine Of studied crueltie , which I did prepare For miserable Christians , let me seele As the Sicilian did his brazen bull , The horridst you can find , and I will say In death that you are mercifull . Dtoc. Despaire not In this thou shalt preuaile , go fetch 'em hither , some go for the racks . Death shall put on a thousand shapes at once And so appeare before thee , racks , and whips , Thy flesh with burning pinsor torne , shall feed The fire that heates them , and what s wanting to The torture of thy body , I le supply In punishing thy mind : fetch all the Christians That are in hold , and here before his face Cut 'em in peeces . Theo. T is not in thy power , It was the first good deed I euer did , They are remou'd out of thy raceh , how ere I was determin'd for my sinnes to die , I first tooke order for their liberty , And still I dare thy worst . Diocle. Dind him I say , Make euery artery and sinew crack , The slaue that makes him giue the lowdest shrike Shall haue ten thousand Drachmes , wretch i le force thee To curse the power thou worship'st . The. Neuer , neuer , No breath of mine shall euer be spent on him , They torment him . But what shall speake his Maiesty or mercy : I am honour'd in my suffrings , weake tormentors More tortures , more : alas you are vnskilfull , For Heauens sake more ; my brest is yet vntorne : Heere purchase the reward that was propounded , The Irons coole , heere are armes yet and thighes , Spare no part of me . Max. He endures beyond The suffrance of a man . Sap. No sigh nor grone To witnesse he has feeling . Dio. Harder Villaines . Enter Harpax . Har. Vnlesse that he blaspheme hee 's lost for euer , If torments euer could bring forth despaire , Let these compell him to it . oh me My ancient enemies againe , falls downe . Enter Darothea in a white robe , crownes vpon her robe , a Crowne vpon her head , lead in by the Angell . Antoninus , Caliste and Christeta following all in white , but lesse glorious , the Angell with a Crowne for him . The. Most glorious vision , Did ere so hard a bed yeeld man a dreame So heauenly as this ? I am confirm'd , Confirm'd you blessed spirits , and make hast To take that crowne of immortality You offer to me ; death till this blest minute I neuer thought thee slow pac'd , nor could I Hasten thee now for any paine I suffer , But that thou kepst me from a glorious wreath Which through this stormy way I would creepe to , And humbly kneeling with humility weare it . Oh now I feele thee , blessed spirits I come And witnesse for me , all these wounds and scarres , I die a souldier in the Christian warres . dies . Sap. I haue seene thousands tortur'd , but nere yet A constancy like this . Harpax . I am twise damn'd . Aug. Haste to thy place appointed cursed fiend , In spite of hell this souldier 's not thy prey , T is I haue wonne , thou that hast lost the day . exit Angele the diuell sinkes with lightning . Die . I thinke the centre of the earth be cracks , Yet I still stand vnmou'd , and will go on , The persecution that is here begun , Through all the world with violence shall run . flourish exeunt :
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indredulous purpose in this , then excuse me If I appeare incredulous . for saking ( Which is the strength of Nature ) quite forsaking The Gentile gods , had yeelded vp themselues T was Twas a benefit For which I euer owe you , Haile Dioelesian and Macrinus carrying the Emperors Egles , Dioclesian with a guilt laurell on his head , loading zealc those gods , That make him what he is : my zeale to them I euer haue expressd in my fell vseno beauteous virgins , and mine owne , Will vse no fauour where the cause commands me To intreatics any other , but as rocks be deafe To all intreaties . libetty match aboue his ranke , Is but to sell his liberty ; with Artemia I still must liue a seruant choyself me , thou canst speake well , And of thy choycest language , spare a little To make her vnderstand inuin bawdy-houses , Lanze prezado to red Noses , and inuincible Adelantado ouer the Armado of pimpled , uo I see no remedy fellow Hircius , but that thou and vpof Christian Brokers , thou knowest , are made vp of the quarters of Christians , parboyle poy fond And put nothing but the poysond tailes of Rats into those skins . haugd Wud I were hangd rather then thus be told of my faults . betold Wud I were hangd rather then thus be told of my faults . slarres No my deare Lady , I could weary starres , And force the wakefull Moone to lose her bo And when I tooke thee home , my most chast bosome Me thought was fil'd with no hot wanton pritheo As thought : I prithee tell me good Macrinus How health and our Whosestings Sir , his braine-panne is a bed of Snakes , Whose stings shoote through his eye-balls , whose Godsin Artillery , shot downe at once To pash your Gods in peeces , cannot giue With all those Thunderbots ●●●knied know women sell themselues dayly , and are hacknied out for siluer , why may not we then betray thunder-struckel O I am thunder-strucke! ! Wee are both ore whelm'd . Iowe Albeit the reuerence I owe our gods and you , are in my bosome T was Twas an easie matter to saue vs , she being so poxc Ide be sorry my dog were so full of the poxe . hastnimb'd Horcius thou hast nimb'd - . so long as , not so much money sony We are sorry To meete you vnder guard . En'n neere in loue our parents were , that we Eu'n from the cradle were brought vp together Le●●● Apollo keepes Admetus sheepe for bread ; the Lemnian Smith Sweats at the Forge , for hire ; Lyometheus excunt exeunt . ossring of comfort , and to teach her Make a ioynt offring . T was Twas brauely done . meagaine nature To you that haue falne once , bids me againe To be a father , O how durst you incidng to thee , and be pleasde ( My fierie zeale inciding me to act it ) To call that iustice , others futies open gates Their damned soules , and let the furies whips On them alone be wasted : and when cloquence complaints , to patch vp the elbowes of thy nittie eloquence . along I haue dwelt thou knowst a long time in the Subvrbs of the conscience , scurny you by wearing your our feete , To run on scuruy errands to the poore , And to beare money inueaglingrascall O inueagling rascall , I am rauishd . defaees Iron should how that hand in peeces That so defaces this sweete Monument Of my loues beauty sioke Art thou sicke ? deseend rifle The spoyles thy lust hunts after , I descend To a base office , and become thy Pandar vn seene thine owne , beat but this downe , Come , and vnseene , be witnesse to this battry , How the coy sumbling A souldier , and stand fumbling so . T is Tis no Romane gods can strike These fearefull slirres He stirres , helpe , raise him vp , my Lord . losty Or legs , I am lofty at them . Orany or any other member that has no legges . conuetted say you fall off , It must be done you are conuerted Rascalls , And that once spred abroad , dort can get a nayle , The paring — , they the durt vnder the nayle Of any of you both , to Insernall infernall Furies , Could they into my hand thrust hentormentors Are her tormentors ready ? Ohhasten Oh hasten me to my coronation day . Stange Strange affection ! Cupid once more hath chang'd Ttagicke vour calamitie , an eye witnesse Of her last Tragicke scene , which must pierce deeper And make T would O Macrinus , Twould linger out my torment selfe , not kill me tormentselfe O Macrinus , Twould linger out my torment selfe , not kill me , Which is the end I erethou step raises her neerer heauen . What god so ere thou art that most enioy her , Receiue in scorehing perpetuall youth , No ioynt benumming cold , nor scorching heate , Famine nor age haue any being there totments compar'd ( and with what now I suffer ) Hels torments are sweet slumbers . lethernot cursed witch , Giues thee a short repricue , let her not die Till my returne . pictie the same , And still the seruant to your pietie , Your zealous prayers and pious deeds first soparation He quickly make a separation of . Hast thou ought else to say ? torest Nothing but blame Thy tardinesse in sending me to rest , My peace is made with heauen , to Dogea some high way , And be to Vultures and to Dogs a prey . gonel man find this Garden — , my delicate boy , gone! ! Vanished ! Within there , Iuliarues and coulple Hee's at Barli-breake , and the last couple are now in hell , hurlesthee down , Me hast thou lost ; that arme which hurles thee hence Saue me , and set me vp the strong diseretion you are most excellent ) Your grauity and discretion would o'recome me , And I should be more pietic they and we stand far ingag'd to cherish His pietie and seruice . cuening course In all thy iourney , and now in the evening When thou shouldst passe with honour to cafie To be againe tormented , t were to me An easie pennance , and I should passe through A pinsorstorne racks , and whips , Thy flesh with burning pinsor torne , shall feed The fire that heates Iftorments Vnlesse that he blaspheme hee's lost for euer , If torments cuer could bring forth despaire Dcrothea Enter Darothea in a white robe , crownes vpon her robe