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 The royall master as it vvas acted in the nevv Theater in Dublin: and before the Right Honorable the Lord Deputie of Ireland, in the Castle. Written by Iames Shirley. Shirley, James, 1596-1666. [88] p. Printed by T. Cotes, and are to be sold by Iohn Crooke, and Richard Serger, at the Grayhound in Pauls Church-yard, London : 1638. 1637

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THE ROYALL MASTER ; As it was Acted in the new Theater in Dublin : AND Before the Right Honorable the Lord Deputie of Ireland , in the Castle .

Written by IAMES SHIRLEY .

— Fas extera quaerere rigna .

LONDON , 〈…〉

To the Right Honorable , GEORGE Earle of Kildare , Baron of Ophalie , and Primier Earle of the Kingdome of Ireland . My Lord ,

IT was my happinesse being a stranger in this kingdome , to kisse your Lordships hands , to which your noblenesse , and my owne ambition encourag'd me , nor was it without justice to your name , to tender the first fruits of my observance to your Lordship , whom this Island acknowledgeth her first native Ornament and top branch of Honour . Be pleased now my most honorable Lord , since my Affaires in England hasten my departure , and prevent my personall attendance , that something of me may be honourd to waite upon you in my absence , this Poeme ; t is new , and never yet personated , but expected with the first , when the English Stage shall bee recovered from her long silence , and her now languishing scene changed into a welcome returne of wits and men ; And when by the favour of the winds and Sea , I salute my Country againe , I shall report a story of the Jrish honour , and hold my selfe not meanely fortunate to have beene written and receiv'd

The humblest of your Lordships servants . IAMES SHIRLEY .
To my Ingenious Friend , James Shirley , upon his Royall Master . AS a rich gemme enchac'd in gold affords More radiant lustre to the gazers eye Inprison'd so , within it selfe it hoords Vp all the beamy treasures of the skie , Beames loose reflex on bodies diaphane But cast on solids they rebound againe , So would thy lines my Friend in paper pent Contract the whole applauses of the age , But should they a neglected ornament Be soly made the study of the Stage , They might like water in the Sunshine set Retaine his image , not impart his heate . Then Print thy Poem Shirley , 't were a fault To dungion this instructive peece of thine , Had the Sunnes Spheare beene made a thicke rib'd vault , We had receiv'd no influence from his shine ; Thou shouldst die traitour to succeeding times , And thy best vertues prove but splendid crimes . IAMES MERVYN .
On Mr. James Shirley's Royall Master . SVch curious eyes as in a Poeme looke For the most part , doe finde the printed booke With verses frontispic'd , to shew their wit In praise of the authors which occasions it , And I have seene some peeces , that have stood In neede of witnesses to prove them good . This Poets skill is here so clearely showne In offering light to his they dimme their owne , For all that with unsquinted eyes shall see This well limb'd pecce of polish'd poesie , In justice to themselves must needes confesse Friends cannot adde , nor envie make it lesse . FRA. BVTLER .
Vpon Mr. James Shirley his Comedy , cal'd The Royall Master . WHen Spencer reign'd sole Prince of Poets here , As by his Fairy Queene doth well appeare There was not one so blind , so bold a Bard , So ignorantly proud or foolish-hard To encounter his sweete Muse ; for Phoebus vow'd A sharp : revenge on him should be so proud ; And when my Shirley from the Albion shore Comes laden with the Muses , all their store Transferres to Dublin , full Parnassus brings , And all the riches of Castalian Springs ; Shall we not welcome him with our just votes ? And shall we doo 't with harsh and envious notes ? No no , Thalia , Envy shall not sit So high above our judgement , and our wit , As not to give just merit his due praise , And crowne thy Poet with deserved Bayes . Shirley stand forth , and put thy Lawrell on , Phoebus next heire , now Ben is dead and gone , Truly legitimate , Ireland is so just To say , you rise the Phenix of his dust , And since thy Royall Master won so much On each Iudicious and hath stood the touch , T is fit he should more then private , when He weares two Crownes , their votes , and thy smooth penne . DRV. COOPER .
On the Royall Master , to his Friend the Author . SMooth and unsullied lines , keepe on your way , From envies Ioss'le free , a cleare ey'd day Smiles on your triumph ; onely thus to blame , Too lavish is your sacrifice to fame . Lesse of such perfume , to succeeding age , The dead would sweeten , and enbalme the Stage ; Here is a pile of incense , every line Heapes on fresh Narde , your Muse cannot decline To intermissions , some leave hills , by turnes Flame , and expire his Etna ever burnes . RIC. BELLING .
To my deserving Friend Mr. James Shirley on his Royall Master . I Like some petty Brooke scarse worth a name , Must yet pay tribute to thy full-stream'd fame , But I le not strive , ( as men sometimes ) to raise An uncouth structure to thy merits praise From others ruines , thy just minde will scorne To owne Encomiums so basely borne . Therefore I write , what may become my free Acknowledgment , and fit thy modestie . Thy Muse I honor'd , e're I knew by sight Thy person ; oft I 've seene with much delight Thy sweete composures : but this last ; and new Smooth peece ( which here hath grac'd the publicke view ) Claimes more regard ; I give to all the rest Their faire desert , but ranke this with thy best . T. I.
To his much esteemed Friend Mr. James Shirley , on his Royall Master . YOu who the readers are of the choice wit , And have the leading voice in censuring it , Whose votes Grand jurors are , and onely have The well knowne power either to kill or save , Give this a noble greeting and its due , May Phoebus else , withdraw his beames from you . My worthy Friend , this Play 'o th publicke Stage Hath gain'd such faire applause , as 't did engage A nation to thy Muse , where thou shalt raigne Vicegerent to Apollo , who doth daigne ( His darling Ben deceased ) thou should'st be Declar'd the heire apparant to his tree . W. MARKHAM .
To the Honour'd Author of the Royall Master . DEare Friend I joy my love hath found the meanes To waite upon , and vindicate thy scenes From some few scruples of the weaker sex , Whose nicer thoughts their female minds perplex . ( For man he sinkes if he but censure , none Dare deprave Kings Inauguration ) Say they , what makes the King in his dispose So Icy-temperd , as he frankly throwes Freedome on all except himselfe ? contrives . The way for other men to purchase wives ? Takes joy to forward propagation , By Nuptiall knot , yet to himselfe ties none ? Prettie poore fooles , and Virgins ! how you 'r kind ( Vulgar like ) are in apprehension blind ; Come reade , you 'le see when you this peece peruse The Royall Masters Spouse is Shirlies Muse ; Why then to him , and her , an altar raise , Tapers are set , flaming with equall praise See , see , his Genius gracefully doth bend To the just vote of every loving friend ; The elevated Circle is upheld Betwixt the binall Cherubs palmes , beheld By all judicious eyes ; the heart , the voice Of all ingenious doe applaud the choice Of your great Royall Master , say , they 'ue found Two Monarkes with one glorious Laurell crownd . W. SMITH .
To his worthy Friend the Author . ALL these thy friends subscribing to thy praise And faire deservings , have done well , 't will raise Opinion in the readers , and engage Them to peruse , what wee saw on the Stage . If knowing ones , their judgement thus will be The Commondation 's short , the Comedy Speakes better for it selfe , more home ; but yet My vote must goe , I say no purer wit Did ever grace the scene , nay ' it hath in 't Expressions of so new , and rich a Mint , That the old Poets well might wish the name Of this new Play were added to their fame . IOHN OGLEBY OGLEBYE .
To the much honoured , James Shirley upon his Royall Master . LEt no man thinke , I hither coldly came On purpose to commend , or to seeke fame By this impression , that world may say , What is this Iackson that commends the play ? Though t is a grace , to stand as Courtiers use To usher in the reader to thy Muse , Yet by the way , I le tell him I have read The Lawes of Flaccus with a serious head , And that according to those statutes there ( Never to be repeal'd ) thy Poems are , Thy discreete stile is elegantly plaine , In Sock and Buskin , proper to each veine Of Time , Place , Person , and that all thy wit Is not by chance but regularly writ ; Nor dost thou gall the Theater , we may Be acted every man , yet see thy play Invisible , so curious is thy Pen Which can at once , would heale , and better men , Therefore will I hereafter cease to mourne For those great wits , commended to the Vrne , And if 't be true , that transmigrations be They are in Shirley all , for ought I see . IOHN IACSON .
On M. James Shirley his Royall Master . THere are some men doe hold , there is a place Cal'd Limbus Patrum if such have the grace To wave that Schisme , and Poetarum said They of that saith had me a member made , That Limbus I could have beleev'd thy braine Where Beamont , Fletcher , Shakespeare , & a traine Of glorious Poets in their active heate Move in that Orbe , as in their former seate . When thou began'st to give thy Master life , Me thought I saw them all , with friendly strife Each casting in his dose , Beamont his weight , Shakespeare his mirth , and Fletcher his conceit , With many more ingredients , with thy skill So sweetely tempered , that the envious quill And tongue of Criticks must both write and say , They never yet beheld a smoother Play . IAMES MERVYN .
THE FIRST ACT. Enter King of Naples , the Duke of Florence , Montalto , Octavio , Riviero , Andrugio , Guido , Aloigio , Alexio . Duke Y' are great in all that 's good . King You shew the bounty Of your opinion ; my extent in all things Is but to bid you welcome ; you had a sister , The envy of the Angels whilst she lived Our Queene , now made their blest companion ; Should wee exempt those faire deserts dwell in you , So much we owe her memory . Duke Pray no more . Rivi. We must not be too open , truest friend , Thy bosome is my Sanctuary . Andr. When it leaves To be Religious for thy safety , may it By an angry flame from heaven , be turnd to ashes . Duke Your nature is too soft ; let not the mention Of her that was my sister , and you Queene Beget another sigh ; she was long since blest ; Cesaria is in heaven ; we are met for joyes ; You were not framed to be her Monument ; Sleepe let her ashes in the urne , conteines 'em . King . I ha done . Enter Theodosia , Ladies . , Your sister . King . Is all the treasure Is left me sir , but cannot be too rich For your acceptance . Duke . All my wealth is summ'd When shee does smile upon me , and her Character In the full glory , when shee 's nam'de your sister ; Are you not weary of a guest deare Madam ? Am I still welcome ? Theo. Sir wee are All honour'd in your presence ; and though not high To your merit , yet your entertainement is , As full of love , as nature can expresse To a twin brother , more I dare presume , You shall accuse your selfe , if you be lesse , A Prince in Naples by free use of power , Then your owne Florence . Duke . Madam you must be Lesse faire , and powerfull in tongue , if you Expect I should be still a Prince ; and yet My ambition will be high , and glorious Enough to be receiv'd your Graces servant ; For whom I should account my age no travell , To have my pilgrimage rewarded with Your faire eyes Madam , able to create Another life and spirit in old Nature . King . How does Montalto like the Duke ? Montal. Sir , Naples cannot study an addition Of fame , beyond what this alliance will Deserve in future story ; the excesse Of what is good , nay excellent in him would stocke a barren Province . King . T is our happinesse . Monta. But 't is not mine ; for though I thus disguise My face , and tongue , my heart is my owne friend , And cannot wish my ambition supplanted By any smooth chin'd Prince alive ; my Lords — Andr. Look how they flock , and fawne upon his greatnes ; These are his creatures , by his power plac'd So neare about the King , he can heare nothing Of his great favorite , but what their flattery And partiall tongues convey into his eare . Rivi. Pitty so sweete a nature as the Kings Should be abus'd by Parasites ; but I may In time dissolve these court mists , that so long Have hung upon 't , and render the Kings eyes Free to distinguish objects , if there be No witchcraft exerciz'd upon his senses . 1 lady . My Lord you are very pleasant . Octav. Is it not Becomming the discretion of a young Courtier to observe times and methods ; and when Madam Are you for this match ? 1 Lady . What my Lord ? Octav. You wod not Be sad at heart , to sleepe with such a bedfellow As the Duke is ? 2 Lady . How my Lord ? Octav. Provided Matrimony were not farre of ; yet without it There are some Ladies , would excuse their modestie , And meete and thinke their fate at all adventures , If no worse man would make their husband of The honorable order of the night-cap . 1 Lady . When will you marry my Lord ? Octav. I am young ; Yet when I am ripe to grapple with a maidenhead , The Lord Montalto the great Court Patron Will help me to a wife . 2 Lady . You are bound to his Lordship . Octav. And so I am Madam , if you knew all ; I have many obligations to his honour , But there is one writ here , whose memory Will keepe my soule awake . King . Andrugio — Guido . I doe not like their conference . Mont. 'Las he has no imployment in the state ; He waites like a dull cipher and I have My spies upon him ; if I finde him busie , My power with the king shall soone transplant him , Or force him like Riviero his old friend , But of more braine and faction , to give up His ghost abroad . Aloi. 'T was just for your owne safety . Monta. This is an honest easy Nobleman , Allowed to weare some Court formallity ; Walke on the tarres , picke his teeth , and stroake Vpon a festivall some golden sentence Out of his beard , for which the guard admire him , And cry him up a Statesman ; hee 's sent off When he is troublesome to a phlegmaticke clime A dull Embassadour ; no , that Duke , Guido , Is all my feare , but I have contrived something May rectifie my fate . Duk. How much you honour me ; But you might spare all other entertainements And bravery of Court ; they may affect My eyes with wonder , and obliege my just Acknowledgement , but all their glorie 's met Into one height , hold no proportion To inflame my heart , or more expresse my welcome Then this your free grace Madam , and those hopes That blesse my imagination from your favour . Theo. I am but what my brothers love , and vertue Will make me ; but there 's nothing that can move With his consent , I shannot flee to obey . Mont. I had rather feede upon his heart ; You promis'd Sir the Duke to hunt this morning . King . I had forgot ; will you be pleas'd to try The pleasures of a Forrest . Duke . I le attend . King . Theodosia , you are not for that exercise Guido . whispers and sends Guido off . Theo. I wish all pleasures waite upon you ; My heart must covet your returne . Duke . And mine , To dwell for ever in so faire a bosome . King . To horse ; the morning wasts . Mon. Some policie Must cure this feare ; my bold resolves are fixt ; I have made some attempts , and courted her , But shee has not understood me ; I must worke By countermine and scatter into aire His swelling hopes : Octavio — Exit . Octav. My good Lord . Andr. Sir I present this Gentleman to kisse Your hand ; hee 's the Dukes secretary , a Roman Borne , and has a great ambition To be knowne to you for your fathers sake , With whom he did converse in Rome , and honour , Till death concluded their acquaintance . Octav. Sir , Your love , and knowledge of my father will Deserve you should be welcome to his sonne . Rivi. He made me his companion many yeares ; No brothers were more chain'd in their affections . He did impart much of his bosome to me . Octav. You knew why he left Naples ? Rivi. He did trust me , with the cause my Lord , and every circumstance The Kings minoritie , and Montaltoes power , Gainst which no innocent could plead in Naples . Andr. Not to loud Sir ; you may be heard . Rivi. Your pardon . Octav. Why should truth Faint at the name of greatnesse ? this Colossus Montalto is but mortall sure ; time has Forgot to use his wings , or nature is Vnwilling I should grow to write full man , To take revenge upon that polititian , Our Protean favourite . Rivi. It is my wonder The King so strangely should continue this Affection to Montalto . Octav. There 's some magicke in 't . Rivi. Dare none complaine . Andr. His engines are so plac'd None can approach the kings eare , at which hang So many flatterers to infect it with Montaltoes praise . Rivi. Pray give me sir this boldnesse ; Hee that doth lift an Axe to strike the roote Of any family , cannot be without A thought to wound the branches ; you were left . By computation , but an Infant when Your fathers discontents , and faction of This Montalto made him forsake Naples , Which added to your mothers death , the guard And comforts of your life , were taken from you ; Having exprest this malice to your father , A thousand wayes he might have sent you to Another world , and taken off all feare Of a revenge ; how comes it that you live , And visit Sir the Pallace with this freedome ? Octav. My Lord Andrugios knowledge of yon Sir Is my assurance of your faith . Andr. I le give You reasons at some opportunity , Not to repent your confidence . Octav. You have Supplied my fathel in your care of me . I live ? why I am this great Lords favorite , Courted , his creatures are my honours Companion to his pleasures . Rivi. I observ'd Some gestures very loving to your Lordship . Octav. The King himselfe for his sake gracing me , With title of his bed-chamber . Rivi. T is strange ; This newes will coole my resolution . Andr. T is truth he doth ingage him to all favours . Rivi. T is not impossible he may be honest . Octa. And meane so ; but my soule cannot be brib'd So easily to prostrate my owne justice And leave my fathers ashes unreveng'd Which in my eare groane from beneath the Marble To keepe my thoughts awake . Andr. We may suspect This is to catch applause a tricke to winne Vpon the people who did love Riviero And mourne his fate . Octav. How ever I have art To keepe my breast close , and accept his flatteries , Can complement , and with officious bend Thanke his high favours , weare a face of mirth And prattle with the Ladies as if all The businesse I came into the world for , Were but to talke and dance , and goe a feasting . Rivi. I must presume , you want no counsell from My Lord who loved your father , how to manage Your selfe to best advantage of your fame And honour ; unto both I am a servant . Andr. My Lord Montalto may expect you Sir . Rivi. It is not safe we be observ'd too much . Octav. My Lord you have begun a favour by The acquaintance of this Gentleman ; I will Hope to salute him often by your meanes ; You shall not meete a heart more prompt to bid You welcome Sir . Rivi. You too much grace your servant ; I shall present a trouble . Octav. Come my Lord . Exit . Rivi. Montaltoes change hath staggard me already ; These favours may be hearty to Octavio , And argument of penitence ; I le observe And sift his close heart ; if it prove unsound , He whets revenge to make the deeper wound Exit . Enter Guido , Bombo . Guid. I would speake with your Lady Sir . Bom. You may . Guid. Direct me . Bom. With which of my Ladies . Guid. With both , or one . Bom. I serve the daughter . Guid. I would speake with her . Bom. Shee is — I know not where . Guid. What Coxcombe 's this . Enter Iacamo . Guid. Dost heare friend , I would speake with my Lady Simphorosa . Iacam. This way and please your Lordship . Guid. Stay preethe ; what fellowe 's that ? Iacam. A servant of my Ladies . Guid. Is he mad ? Iaca. A little phantasticke , but very harmelesse , And makes my Ladies merry ; my young Madam Domitilla calls him her secretary for sport ; And wonder of his good parts . Guid. What are they ? Iaca. He can neither write nor reade . Guid. An excellent Secretary . Iaca. But he has beene much given to 't , To reading , till much poring night and day Made him booke blinde ; and defying spectacles , He walkes and thinkes he is wise , and talkes upon His old stocke . Guid. Preethe acquaint my Lady ; 'i th meane time I le have more dialogue with him ; Save you Sir . Bom. Save your selfe Sir ; you are I tak 't a Courtier . Guid. And you my Ladies Secretary . Bom. I am so . Guid. I heare you are an understanding Secretary . Bom. T is so , I am ; how came you by that knowledge ? Guid. We have your fame at Court Sir . Bom. Can you reade ? Guid. I heare you cannot . Bom. Right . Guid. Nor write . Bom. T is true . Guid. What make you with a booke ? ha this is Euclid . Bom. Euclid ; it may be so . Guid. Why these are Mathematickes . Bom. I have a Chest full of them in my custody ; They were my old Lords , gray when I tooke charge on 'em But now looke spruce and young ; there 's something in 'em . Gu. What in the name of ignorance dost thou doe with 'em . Bom. I am excellent at turning over leaves , By which I keepe the wormes away . Guid. Most learnedly . Bom. I learnt it of my Ladies Chaplaine Sir ; Men are not alwayes bound to understand Their Library ; but to omit learning , Not now consider'd by wise men , what is Your businesse here I pray ? Guid. It does concerne Your selfe ; the King has heard of your good parts . Bom. Sir , as you love me say you saw me not ; I knew I should one time or other be Found out for state imployments ; heer 's my Lady . Enter Simphorosa , Domitilla , I must obscure my selfe . Domit. Why how now Secretary , Whether so fast . Bom. You little thinke . Domit. What preethe . Bom. Nor ever would beleeve ; but t is not my fault If the King come in person , I le not be seene . Domit. The King . Bom. Few words ; there 's one I know him not Is little better then a spy upon me ; If you looke not to me I am gone . Exit . Domit. So it seemes . Simp. How ? dine to day with us . Guid. Such is his royall pleasure ; He is now hunting with the Duke , whom he Intends to make your guest too . Simp. My Lord I am not us'd to entertainements , Nor is my house sit for so great a presence ; To avoide a storme they might obey Necessity , and take it for some shelter , But in so calme a day . Guid. Madam although You please to undervalew what 's your owne , The King despaires not you will bid him welcome ; You have no narrow dwelling , and he knowes Your heart is spacious like your fortunes Madam ; Princes doe honour when they come upon Their subjects invitation , but they love Where they invite themselves . Simp. My duty is To meete that interpretation , though the newes Come unexpected ; now it will my Lord Become me to be thrifty of the minute , Their persons being so neare ; you will excuse If so short summons doe expect my care To entertaine 'em ; my good Lord you have honor'd me . Guid. T is service I am bound to . Exit Simpho . Domit. Pray my Lord . In your opinion , what should moove the King To invite himselfe our guest , and bring the Duke Along with him ; he us'd not to retire From hunting with this ceremony . Guid. Princes Are like the windes , and not to be examin'd Where they will breath their favours . Domit. T is confest An honour to us , and I hope you 'le pardon A womans curiositie . Guid. Shall I Deliver my opinion ; while the King In entertainement of the Duke is shewing The pleasures and the glories of his kingdome He cannot hide , that which his Naples boasteth , Her greatest ornament your beauty Madam . Domit. I thanke your Lordship ; I may now beleeve The court 's remooving hither ; yet this language Might doe you service to some other Lady And I release it willingly ; your complements I know my Lord are much worse for wearing Guid. You rather will beleeve your selfe worth praise Then heare it ; though we call it modesty , It growes from some thing like a womans pride , But it becomes you Madam ; I take leave ; My service to your noble Lady mother . Exit Guido . Domit. Mine shall attend your Lordship . Enter Simphorosa . Simp. Now Domitilla , is my Lord gone ? Dom. Yes Madam . Simp. I expected not These guests to day , they 'le take us unprepard . Domit. Not with our hearts to serve 'em , and their goodnes Will excuse other want . Simp. I know not daughter , But I could wish rather to enjoy our selves , Not for the cost , those thoughts are still beneath me . Dom. You have cause to feare I hope y' are troubled . Simp. For thy sake Domitilla . Dom. Mine deare Madam . Simp. It was for thee I chose this quiet life Vpon thy fathers death , and left the court ; Thou art all my care , sole heire to all my fortunes , Which I should see unwillingly bestowed . On some gay prodigall . Dom. I cannot reach Your meaning . Simp. By some hastie marriage . Dom. You would have me live a Virgin ; a lesse fortune Would serve me for a Nunne . Sim. T is not my thought ; Thou art young and faire and though I doe not Suspect thy minde , thus farre bred up to vertue , I would not have it tempted but reservde For a most noble choise , wherein should meet My care and thy obedience . Dom. Y' are my mother , And have so farre by your example taught me , I Shall not neede the precepts of your vertue , And let no thought of me take from your cheerefulnesse To entertaine the King ; we owe him duty , And that charme wo'not hurt us . Sim. This does please me . Dom. It shall be still my study . Sim. I must see How they prepare , things may want method else . Exit Simphorosa . Enter Octavio . Octa. I kisse your faire hand Madam Domitilla ; The King and Duke and all the jolly hunters With appetites as fierce as their owne hounds , Will be here presently . Dom. I hope they will not Devoure us my good Lord . Octa. But I would sit and feast and feed mine eyes With Domitillaes beauty . Dom. So my Lord ; here was a gentleman You could not choose but meete him spake your dialect ; I have forgot his name , but he was some Great Lord . Octa. Fye what a ignorance you live in , Not to be perfect in a great Lords name ; There are few Ladies live with us but know The very Pages ; leave this darkenesse Madam , And shine in your owne sphere , where every starre Hath his due adoration . Dom. Where ? Octav. The Court Confine such beauty to a Countrey house , Live among Hindes , and thicke skind fellowes that Make faces , and will hop a furlong backe To finde the tother leg they threw away To shew their reverence ; with things that squat When they should make a curtsey ; to Court Madam , And live not thus for shame , the second part Of a fond Anchorite ; we can distinguish Of beauty there , and wonder without spectacles , Write Volumes of your praise , and tell the world How envious diamonds , cause they could not Reach to the lusture of your eyes dissolv'd To angry teares ; the Roses droope , and gathering Their leaves together , seeme to chide their blushes That they must yeeld your cheeke the victory : The Lillies when they are censur'd for comparing With your more cleare and native purity Want white to doe their pennance in . Dom. So , so ; Have you done now my young poeticke Lord . Octav. There will be no end Madam of your praises . Dom. And to no end you have spent all this breath ; Allow all this were wit , that some did thinke us The creatures they commend ( and those whom love Hath curst into Idolatry and verse May perhaps die so ) wee doe know our selves That we are no such things . Octa. I st possible . Dom. And laugh at your Chimeraes . Octa. Y' are the wiser . Dom. If this be your court practise , let me dwell With truth and plaine simplicity . Octa. If I Might have my choyse , I would live with you Madam , A neighbour to this innocence ; your mother . Enter Simphorosa . The king is come already . Enter King , Duke , Montalto , Guido , Aloisio , Alexio . King . Madam though you are So unkinde as not to see the court sometime , The court is come to visit you . Sim. You have Humbled your selfe too much to doe us honour . King . The Duke of Florence . Sim. T is a blessing that My roofe can boast so great a guest . King . Her daughter Worth your salute . Duke . Shee is worth a world my Lord , What is that Ladies name ? Mont. In this you most Appeare a stranger ; shee is the glory Of Naples , for her person and her vertues That dwells in this obscure place like the shrine Of some great Saint , to which devotion From severall parts brings daily men like pilgrimes . Duke . Her name . Mont. Shee is wit , beauty , chastity , and all That can make woman lovely to mans soule , So farre from the capacitie of ill That vertues in all other of her Sex Like staines , but fit of her perfection , And when is named all goodnesse in her titles , The ornament , nay glory of them all Is Domitilla Sir . Duke . You speake her high , And I may guesse by your description My Lord , this Lady hath another name , Shee is your mistresse . Mont. Not mine ; she was created for some Prince , And can beside her vertues bring a fortune Worth his embrace . Duke . What charmes are in her lookes . Mont. Are you there Duke ; this meeting was my project ; Things may succeede to my ambition , If I doe noose your highnesse . Sim. Please your Majestie . King . All things must please here . Duke . I follow Sir . Sim. This is a grace I ever must be proud of . Exeunt .
The second Act . Bombo , Iacamo . Bom. Have they almost dined ? stay , stay a little : Iaca. The last course is o' th table ; Why doe not you waite ? Bom. That were a way indeede to be discovered , No , the King shall pardon me ; he has Not seene me yet for all his cunning . Iaca. Whom doe you meane . Bom. The King ; thou art ignorant I le tell thee after dinner ; 'i th meane time Direct a wandring bottle of wine this way And let me alone though I appeare not in 't I may have a humour to make a Maske if they Stay supper . Iac. Thou make a Maske . Bom. I doe not say I le write one , for I ha' not My writing tongue , though I could once have read , But I can give if neede be the designe , Make worke among the Deale boards , and perhaps Can teach 'em as good language as another Of competent ignorance ; things goe not now By learning ; I have read 't is but to bring Some pretty impossibillities , for Antemaskes A little sence and wit dispos'd with thrift , With here and there Monsters to make 'em laugh ; For the grand businesse to have Mercury Or Venus Dandeprat to usher in Some of the gods that are good fellowes dancing , Or goddesses , and now and then a song To fill a gap ; a thousand crownes perhaps For him that made it , and there s all the wit . Iaca. In what ? Bom. In getting of the money . Iaca. You are witty signior Bombo to advance The muse , I le fetch a bottle that you talk'd o' , Exit . Bom. If there be a superfluous Phesant T will quell my hunger for a time ; I heare Intelligence of an Oleo ; if any Such things may be recovered from the courtiers That have beene appetites upon hunting dinners ; You shannot neede to enquire much after me . Enter Iacamo . I shall be here abouts ; why thou hast wings . Iaca. A bottle of rich wine . Bom. Thou wert alwayes honest . Iaca. There 's asking for my Ladies Secretary Bom. I knew 't ; I am not here ; Doe they inquire already ? come I le pledge thee ; What wilt thou say if some body be sent for to Court . Iaca. I le drinke some bodies health . Bom. Th' art a good fellow , and this curtesie Shall be remembred . Within call Iacamo . Iaca. I am cald . Bom. Leave , leave your wicker , frien wee le drinke a cup When thou art gone ; t is very excellent wine ; And now I have a stomacke like an edge toole ; But no good comes of idlenesse — tother cup ; The bottle growes light headed ; how now friend ? No dish of meat appeare ; nothing to shew The Kitchin and the Wineseller are friends ? I would the Cooke were rosted honest Iacamo Enter Iacamo , and Pietro . I was thinking of a brace of Cocks just as you came . Iaca. I have retriv'd a covey of Partridge for thee . Piet. And a cup of Greeke wine ; heere 's to thee . Bom. I understand Greeke wine ; I le lose no time . Iaca. What 's this a Booke . Bom. No , t is my learned trencher Which Schollers sometimes eate , Euclid they call it ; In my opinion this wing and legge Is worth all bodies mathematicall ; Now let 's dispute in Greek , to the Kings health . Pie . To me , I le pledge . Iaca. It shall goe round . Bom. And why doe you thinke my friend the King Came hither with the Duke . Pie . To dine . Bom. Thy braines are in thy guts ; you shall heare more ; What s this ? Iaca. Potato Bulley . Bom. A cup of wine to cleare the passage ; so , Here is as they say Latine ; here is Greeke , and Here is for ought I know an Hebrew roote , most learnedly Met together . Iaca. Hee le be drunke presently . Bom. Bottle in battle ray , present , give fire , so , as You were ; have they good stomacks Iacamo ? How feeds the King ? Iaca. He was very pleasant with your Lady ; But the Duke feedes upon her lookes . Bom. My Ladies health , my Lady little Domitillaes health . Pie . Well said ; about , about . Bom. I am about another to our reverend Lady Simphorosa ; So , so ; this wine they say will make us see things double , Here is but one Leg visible ; well for this favour Gentlemen if I be forc'd to live in court I le make You all in time ; who can write or reade among you . Both . None , none ; we scorne it . Bom. You shall have all preferment trust to me , And marke my steps ; heere to the curteous drinker ; Now doe I finde a noble constitution in me , now Could I leape ; would thou wert any living Lady In my way now . Iaca. Away ; the Lords are risen . Bom. The Lords doe rise and fall . Piet. Hee s paid ; the King will come this way . Bom. Every man goe his owne way ; I wonnot see The King for all this . Enter Guido , Aloisio , Aloxio . Friend . Guid. This is the Ladies Secretary , pray my Lords Be acquainted with him . Bom. D ee heare no body say he saw me , I wonnot Be seene yet . He reeles in . Guid. Though he be made a spectacle ; but leave him 'T was a handsome entertainement o' the sudden . Alo. A pretty hunting dinner ; but did you not Observe with what intention the Duke Shot eyes on Domitilla . Alex. And the King Applied all his discourse to her ; I know not ; He has made no vow against a second marriage But if he choose at home and looke at beauty . Guid. Shee s a very pretty talking Lady . Ale . Very ingenious . Aloi. And with your favour , though she be no Court Lady . Shee wants no confidence . Alex. What if the Duke be taken with her Guid. Let him be taken a bed with her , t is my opinion My Lord Montalto wonnot die for greefe on t . Alo. They are here . Duke Montalto . Mont. Your grace is sad ; excuse My dilligence to waite on you ; I could wish If it made no intrusion on your thoughts , I had opportunity to expresse What might not be unworthy of your patience : Duke . To me . Enter King , leads Domitilla . Mont. The King . This way Ladies to the Garden ; let me have The honour to attend you . Exit Duke Montalto . King . Where 's the Duke . Guid. He tooke that way to the Garden Sir , with The Lord Montalto . King . You may remove a little ; Exit . You have no feare to trust your selfe with me . Dom. I cannot Sir forget you are the King , And in a Wildernesse could have no thought With the least prejudice upon your vertue . King . You have the greater innocence at home , My intents are faire enough , and you may stand The danger of a question ; pray how old are you ? Dom. Although it be not held a welcome complement To our Sex , my duty bids me not dispute ; I am fifteene my mother saies . King . And are You not in love . Domit. I must not charge my selfe With so much ignorance to answer , that I understand not what it meanes ; I know The word , but never could apply the sence , Or finde it in a passion more then ordinary . King . Cupid hath lost his quiver then ; he could not Be armde , and let you scape , whose sole captivite Would be more glory then the conquest made As Poets faine upon the gods . Dom. T is language With which you are pleas'd to mocke your humble handmaid . King . But this assures him blinde . Dom. He would deserve To lose his eyes indeede if he should aime A shaft at me . King . Madam you have a heart . Dom. To which no other Flame can approach ; then what shall light it to Obedience of your will and my good mothers . King . Obedience to my will ; what if it were My will that you should love . Dom. Sir , I doe love . King . Love with the warme affection of a mistresse One I le present a servant , why that blush ; The words are not immodest ; there did want No blood upon your cheeke to make it lovely ; Or does it slow in silence to expresse That which your virgin Language would not be So soone held guilty of , consent . Dom. To what ? King . To love by my direction a man Whose worth considered shall deserve thee too , And in the noblest way invite thy freedome Vntill the holy Priests declare , your hearts Are knit into one blessing ; there s no harme In this . Dom. Most royall Sir I know not , with What words to say , you honour me ; how can One so unworthy as poore Domitilla Be entertaind within your thoughts and care In this high nature . King . Though your mother have Made both her person and your selfe a stranger To Court , I have had eyes upon your vertues Which waited on by a most ample fortune , I have studied to advance , if you 'le accept A husband of a my choise ; what say you Madam ? Dom. I have a mother Sir . King . Shee shall thinke it fortunate Bove expectation ; you have not vowed your selfe To a cold Nunnery . Dom. Not I Sir . King . When I shall declare how pretious he is To my owne bosome . Dom. Royall Sir , this language Must needes prepare a welcome ; I should thinke My heart unlike another womans , not To obey a charme so powerfull as your praise ; But when you are considered as my King , Duty takes off the merit of my will And humbles every thought beneath obedience . King . His name is . Dom. Pardon I beseech you Sir , Conceale it yet ; what gentle spirit walkes Vpon my blood ; I dare not looke upon him My hopes my feares ; it is enough great Sir , That you leave one within your thought , you would Commend to Domitilla , one your love , And pretious to your bosome ; sure you blest him With such a Character . King . It was too short . Dom. My heart is a false Prophet ; t is a fate Too good and great for Domitilla . King . Well his name shall be reserv'd ; but when it opens It selfe to your knowledge you will honour it , And thanke me Domitilla ; i th meane time Let the opinion you have of me Live in your trust , and make roome in your heart To meete the husband I shall bring . Exit . Dom. Why may not this be meant by his owne person ? More wonders have beene read in story ; I Finde thicke but amorous tremblings in my heart ; Hee 's King ; why not ? love has done stranger things , And can lead captive the proud heart of Kings . Exit . Enter Duke , Montalto . Duke . Here none can reach our voyce : be free and cleare . Mon. First let me kisse your hand , on which I sweare To speake all truth ; t is justice to your person , Your merrit and my faith ; next though the secret May both concerne and benefit your knowledge , I shall desire your pardon Duke . You prepare me For wonder , if it be an act of Friendship To me , it will become me to reward it , Not thankes , nor pardon . Mon. But all truthes meet not With charitable eares ; there is a descant That pleases not sometimes though the best art Present it , if our sense be indispos'd To patience and calme hearing . Duke . Doe not doubt me . Mont. T will not become me so much as in thought To enquire how long , or with what firme devotion , You affect the Princesse , Theodosia ; But Naples is more conscious , then to doubt You bring a welcome treaty in your person , And every voice and heart is busie with The expectation of your marriage ; Whilst every eye bright with your flame is able To light a Torch to Hymen ; Virgins have No other care then with what flowers sweet As your owne name to adorne the smiling altars . Duke . You promis'd Sir a secret . Mon. It will come To fast upon your knowledge ; have you never Look'd from the prospect of your Pallace window , When some faire sky courted your eye to reade The beauties of a day , the glorious Sunne Enriching so the bosome of the earth That trees and flowers appear'd but like so much Enamell upon gold ; the wanton birds And every creature but the drudging Ante Despising providence , and at play and all That world you measure with your eye , so gay And proud , as winter were no more to shake His Icy Lockes upon 'em , but the breath Of gentle Zephire to perfume their growth , And walke eternally upon the Springs ; When from a coast you see not , comes a cloud Creeping as overladen with a storme : Darke as the wombe of night , and with her wings Surprising all the glories you beheld ; Leaves not your frighted eyes a light to see The ruines of that flattering day . Duke . This Language Carries both mystery and horror ; pray My Lord convey your meaning to my knowledge . Mon. I shall , I had in vaine prepard you thus else ; Pardon againe the story ; Theodosia , More beautifull then the day I figur'd by her , Is quite orecast and lookes through an Ecclipse Vpon your love : shee has no heart , but what Another is possest of . Duke . Ha . Mont. I know It cannot but afflict your thoughts that all Your expectation ripe and courted , to The enjoying such a treasure as shee is , Must finish in embracing of a shaddow , Invited to a fable , not a bride That should with joy dwell in your princely armes ; For Theodosia without sacriledge Cannot be yours ; shee is contracted . Duke . How ? The King of Naples must not Sir ingage Florence to such a mockery . Mon. T is my duty To cleare his honour in 't he has a pure Intention to make his sister yours ; her close Though honorable love 's designd without His knowledge , and you will but waste your rage Vpon her destiny which will bury her In her owne ruines , if your anger make The King her enemie . Duke . I doe not finde My heart in any disposition To breake at hearing of this newes , but wish it Truth to prepare roomes for another guest ; The fairer Domitilla is here sainted . Mont. Your excellencie . Duke . Must not be thus affronted Montalto , and returne with this dishonour , Was there no cheaper person to be made Ridiculous in Naples . Mont. Calme your blood , I know you must resent it , but let not Your passion make the world beleeve you should Dispaire to finde one apter to your bosome ; The richest beauty in the world , your birth And fortune must deserve and I should curse My forward duty to your grace . Duke . No more I have considered better and although Your love may merit thankes , yet this intelligence Wonot concerne my faith ; this cannot be Sir . Mont. My honour is ingaged then to convince you Though with the hazard of my life and fortunes , Both which must now depend upon your mercy ; Your breath shall make 'em bleed or live . Duke . What meanes Montalto ? Mont. To translate the power of all My Starres , and make you Lord of my whole fate Theodosias heart Sir should be mine , by free Gift of her selfe , who has beene pleas'd to take My vowes in the exchange , which now may boast Some time and growth , which could not be a sinne Against your love , with which all that can spring From me deserves no name , nor dare I take Boldenesse to call her mine , who am a thing Lighter then ayre in ballance with your grace , If you but chide the ambition , and could render , Though I commit a rape on my owne life , All that her love hath promis'd me . Duke . T is strange . Mont. But she let me take freedome to be plaine . Duke . Is not to be reduc'd you le say . Mont. Sir , women Love not with that safeguard upon their passion Duke . Shee has a wise art to dissemble then . Mont. T is feare it should arive at the King knowledge . In whose displeasure shee is lost and not A will to mocke your grace , for whom there is Another wound within her minde , that shee Should weare a smiling summer in her brow Yet frost within her heart , in which unhappily Shee comes to neare the nature of the Adamant Hard to your grace whom shee attracts ; but love Your wisedome knowes is in the volume of Our fate decreede , whose periods when they are By time made knowne ; greatnesse on earth , that meanes To play the tyrant with us , may have strength To punish not reverse . Duke . I am confirmde And prosper in my thoughts . Mont. It takes . Duke . My Lord , You have expression act of confidence Which I must not betray though to my losse , It is some happinesse to know this early ; We may be expected ; you shall finde me Sir A Prince , but no usurper . Mont. I am your creature , The King . Enter King , Simphorosa , Domitilla , Guido , Aloisio , Alexio . We build upon your piety Vntill some little time may call our loves Out of this silence . King . You understand me Madam ? Simp. And am honord . Duke . Her eyes beget new wonder ; I shall be observ'd . King . Come , now to horse . Duke . I shall attend ; your entertainement has Oblig'd us Madam . Sim. T was not worth such guest ; But prayers and duty must supply . King . Now Madam you are a great part of my care , Depend upon me for a husband . Dom. I st not plaine . Duke . Madam another guest must take his leave , That here would choose his pallace . Dom. You are gratious , and but encourage more to honour you Mont. I le creepe and kisse thy Altar love , allow Them flame , and knit more charmes upon her brow . Exeunt .
The third Act . Duke and Riviero . Duke . T is thy old quarrel gainst Montalto makes Thee incredulous , I dare beleeve he loves Theodosia . Rivi. T is not that I question Sir , But that part which concernes her love to him Sounds like a plot upon your nature , to Secure his owne ambition . Duke . Why the Princesse May love ; as great a heart has beene made stoope . Rivi. Your grace should else in vaine court her your selfe And late your highnesse thought shee meet your person A faire designe of love , with all the soft Behaviour of a Princesse . Duke . But t is not Impossible a Lady should dissemble . Rivi. Allow her but the honour she was borne with , And sheel 'e not staine her blood so much . Duke . But love Must be obeyed , and prepossession Of hearts is a lewd thing to wrastle with , I make it my owne case , and if I lov'd Another Lady better then the Princesse , As every man 's not proofe against all beauty , I thinke I should be constant too , it would Be something to remove me . Rivi. Then the King . Duke . He knowes not ; & I have bound my selfe in honour Not to betray , if they be decreed To make a marriage ; a soft destiny Attend their loves . Rivi. There is some mystery ; But will you rest and take for granted shee Does love Montalto ; if it be a truth Y' are in the same condition when shee Confirmes it . Duke . T is not good to be busie In search of these unwelcome certainties ; There 's hope while things are clouded in suspition . Rivi. But so your jealousie may wound her honour , Which you may cure by knowledge . Duke . I will thinke on 't ; Meane time let this dwell in that honest silence You have possest ; there is another secret May follow . Rivi. You must challenge my whole bosome , And I am confident your highnesse will Stere all your resolutions by honour , Which in a Prince is sacred . Enter Servant . Ser. Sir , the Lord Montalto is comming up . Duke . Then try your art upon him , And informe your selfe , I le take My time to appeare . Exit Duke . Enter Montalto . Rivi. I obey My honour'd Lord . Mon. Most noble Phillberto , Where is the Duke ? Rivi. If you le but excuse a few minuts Mont. T is My duty to attend . Rivi. How is it with the Princesse my good Lord ? Mont. The Princesse ? shee is in health ; why this to me , Hee is of inward counsell with the Duke , I must be resolute . Rivi. I aske , because , His grace intends a present visit to her , And was but now in mention of your Lordship To beare him company . Mont. I like not that ; He knowes he may command my services . Rivi. He will deserve your love ; pray my Lord tell me , And let us be plaine breasted ; you injoy The King , as I , but with lesse stocke of merit , The favour of his excellence ; how affect you The present state of things ; wil t be a match ? There is loud expectation in the world , And after all , my Master 's fond to have it Proceede ; to these , I am of opinion There s no retreating now without dishonour ; Yet as I am Philiberto I much pittie He should through any wound to your affection Perfect his love . Mont. He has told you then the secret , And not to waste more language , I collect From what you have exprest , he does resolve To destroy me ; Montalto must be trod on . Rivi. Not so my Lord . Mont. Yes , and my heart the ascent , To his Hymeneall altar , which must be Made crimson with the blood of a true lover , His will be obey'd , Theodosia shall see To advance her , Montalto will goe smiling To his sacrifice , and after many prayers , That shee may live the darling of his heart , I le change my acquaintance of this world to be At peace in my owne ashes . Rivi. You will not Commit a violence upon your selfe ? Mont. I sha' not neede ; the thought of her will kill me With as much silence as I goe to sleepe ; I onely shall bleed inward , and my life Remove it selfe like a faire apparition That vanishes to th' eye , and with lesse noise Then a calme Summers evening ; but when I Am dead , t is not impossible , some may Report Theodosia was but ravish'd from me ; Feare of a brothers anger , and the tricke Of polliticke states , that marry to knit power Not hearts , did force her to Herares armes , Whilst I , torne from the branch where I once grew , Travell I know not whether in the aire . Rivi. I begin To thinke him worth some pitty . Mont. Into what Vaine thing would the severe apprehension Of greefe transforme us ? coward , let the Duke Move with all amorous haste to his delight , And glory in the hope of his faire bride , Mine by the gift of heaven , and hearts ; but all My flowers grow dully on their stalkes , and wither ; Let her gay Paranimphs with rosie Chaplets , Which will take all their colour from her blush , Attend on Theodosia to the Temple , While as they goe , no rude winde shall be heard , But so much breath of heaven as gently may Lifting their loose haire up , whisper my wrong To every Virgins care ; let them be married , Knit hands , and plight a ceremonious faith ; Let all the triumphs waste ; let them be wasted , And night it selfe brib'd with a thousand formes Of mirth and Revells , till the night grow faint And pale with watching , Invite to bed ; yet there he shall enjoy But Theodosiaes body , and not that As his faire thoughts expect , perhaps the conquest Of one whom he loved better . Exit Montal. Enter Duke . Rivi. How was that . Duke . Now shall I trust him ? if my sense mistake not Theodosia may not be a Virgin . Rivi. T was His bold conclusion . Duke . Where is now the honour You talke of ; durst Montalto charge her with This staine , without his conscience to assure it . Rivi. Yes , and to me this tenders him the more To be suspected and I am so farre From thinking shee affects Montalto , that I am convinc'd he loves her not ; can he Have any noble thought of Theodosia , That dares traduce her honour ; thinke o' that ; And can revenge in any lover be A reason to wound a Ladies fame ; it tasts Of ranke injustice , and some other end Time will discover ; and yet your grace is bound To have his accusation confirm'd , Or hant this spotted panther to his ruine , Whose breath is onely sweete to poyson vertue . Duke . What I resolve inquire not . Exit Duke . Rivi. I see through Montaltoes soule , and have beene so long tame In my owne sufferings ; but this will make Him ripe for punishment ; Andrugio and My sonne . Enter Andrugio , Octavio . Octav. I cannot with the wings of duty Fly swift enough to prostrate my obedience And welcome from a long supposed death , My honourd father . Rivi. Then I must appeare so . Andr. And let me give a sonne up to your blessing Worthy your best prayers , and embrace ; t was time To bring you acquainted ; he had else this night Contriv'd Montaltoes tragedie at a Banquet , For your revenge his active thoughts I could not Counsell no longer patience . Rivi. Thou hast but Prevented me Octavio ; I was Weary of my concealement . Octav. But my joyes are wilde , And will I feare , transport me . Rivi. My best friend , And my owne spirited boy , feare not Montalto ; Hee 's now upon a precipice ; his fate Stoopes with the glorious burden of his pride . Things may be worth our counsell ; we shall see This prodigie that would be held a Starre , And did so fright us with his streaming haire , Drop like a Comet , and be lost i' th aire . Exeunt . Montalto , Theodosia . Mont. I st possible the day should be so old , And not a visite from the Duke . Theo. While he Injoyes health , I shall easily forgive A little ceremony . Mont. And a lover ; Your grace must chide him ; other men may have Excuse for their neglect of time , but he That loves deserves no pardon . Theod. Iudge with charity My Lord ; the case may be your owne ; you would Thinke her a cruell mistresse , that should doome Your life to exile , for not payment of One ceremonious visite . Mont. Not where such Perfection were to ingage my service Madam ; Pardon the bold comparison ; death were not Enough to punish that rude thought that could Start from your bright Idea ; or converse With praters that did not first concerne your excellence . I would not be ambitious of a blessing But from reflex of yours . Theo. You would expresse A most officious servant to that Lady Were honourd in your thought ; but the Duke of Florence And I shall make no such severe conditions . Mon. If he doe love you Madam , that will teach him Above what ceremony prescribes to honour you . Theo. If he doe love . Mont. Your graces pardon ; I Speake from an honest freedome taken from The assurance of your goodnesse , that know better How to distinguish truth ; I am not judge Of his breast Madam . Theo. I suppose you are not . Mont. And yet being a man another way Conclude his passions are but such as have Beene read in humane nature . Theo. What inferre you From hence my Lord ? Mont. Nothing but that a Prince May be no Saint in love . Theo. Howe 's that ? Mont. T was in my feare I should displease . Theo. Your will . Mont. Not for the Empire of the world ; I shall Repent I live with your suspition Vpon my humbl'd soule . Theo. Pray Sir be free Touching the Duke ; I must know all ; what is t Makes him no Saint . Mont. Madam he is not dead , And in his life I see no miracles . Theo. You talk'd of love . Mont. No miracles of love ; He loves as other men that have profest Devotion to a mistresse — but Theo. What ? speake I charge thee by the memory of what Thou dost affect most . Mont. Though it wound my selfe Be arm'd and heare it ; how I blush within me , To tell your highnesse Florence has transplanted His heart , and all his active thoughts are plac'd . Theo. On whom ? Mont. On Domitilla . Theo. Ha . Mont. I did observe 'em Madam , at her mothers house , Where we were lately feasted after hunting , How strangely he was taken , how his eyes Did wanton with her face , and on her haire Tie many golden knots , to keepe love chainde ; But these are but suspitions ; he since Confest to me in hope to winne me to Negotiate his affaire , how at first sight He tooke in desperate flames , and that shee rules The intelligence of his soule ; I heare the King Hath sent for her to Court , which must give Madam A dangerous opportunity to actuate His ends with your dishonour ; I was unwilling To speake this knowledge of his hasty change , But all my bonds of piety and faith Would have beene forfeit into a long silence . Theo. Shall I be thus affronted . Mont. We see Princes , Whom we call gods on earth , in the affaires Of love turne men agen . Theo. For Domitilla . Mont. That 's the dishonour Madam , and infects My braine to thinke on 't , and as much beneath Your grace in all the ornaments of soule And person as shee is in blood , if my Impartiall thoughts may take so bold commission To judge betweene your beauties . Theo. Is it possible ; Mont. T is too certaine Madam ; I should be A villaine to accuse the Duke unjustly , Or bring but shaddowes of a truth ; for though He be unworthy of your love that dares Thus valew your perfections , below That Phantome Domitilla , let not passion Make you to rash in managing a cause , On which depends your fame , compared to which Ten thousand lives added to mine were nothing ; Observe him at next visit . Theod. I le study thankes Sir . Mont. You pay me with a blessing , if my name But live within your memory . Theo. This troubles me . Exit Montalto . Enter King and Guido . King . Are they both come to court ? Guid. And in those lodgings were prepar'd . King . T is well , and came they cheerefully ? Guid. Yes Sir , but something I nigh discerne like trouble , and by starts In Domitilla ; but they are pleas'd with their Remove , and waite all your commands . King . So leave us ; Exit Guido . Theodosia , what s the matter ? art not well . Theo. Where 's the Duke . King . I thought to have met him here . Theod. Is Domitilla come to Court ? King . She is By my command to waite on thee . Theo. To rivall me . Exit . King . Howe 's that ? I meant her a wife for good Montalto , As the reward of his just services ; He knowes it not , as he is ignorant For whom I have prepar'd her ; Rivall ? strange I must know more of this ; shee is in nature Too apprehensive ; for although in love Suspition to men a torment be , There is no Fiend to womens jealousie . Exit . Domitilla , Bombo . Bom. You may doe what you will Madam ; put me Into fine clothes , and make an asse of me ; But should you wrap me in a Lyons skinne . Dom. You have eares that will betray what beast you are . Bom. Pray Madam tell me in six words of sence , What shall I doe here ; I le not see the King , Though he have cunningly devis'd this tricke Onely to bring me hither and betray me To offices , make me at least an Idoll . Dom. What s that ? Bom. An Idoll in the Countrey I have read A thing we call a worshipfull , a right worshipfull , Descended from the house of the fac totums , Lord of the soile , and Cocke of his owne dunghill . Dom. You may be out of feare ; you cannot reade now , Nor set your name to a warrant . Bom. All that nothing ; Ignorance every day comes into fashion , And no meane statesmen now when they doe write Their names , doe for their honours so contrive it , You can hardly know a nobleman from a marke . Dom. If you be an enemy to all preferment , Your best way is to leave the world and turne A lay Fryer . Bom. No I finde no such thing in my constitution ; Every man is not bound to be Religious ; Men of my bulke and bearing should not fast so ; I am not given by nature to drinke water , Or lye without a shirt ; I have cornes Madam , And I would make lesse conscience to undoe My Shoomaker , then walke on wodden Pantables I will indure to serve you still and dwell here , So you conceale me from the King ; t is not That I doe owe his Majestie ill will ; I could indure him too upon condition , He would make nothing on me . Dom. Why he shall Make nothing on thee take my word , or if Thou hast a minde I le pray him make thee lesse . Bom. No , I would be a midling Christian ; But what will you doe here your selfe ; you le be in . Dom. With whom dost thinke . Bom. And cast away your selfe Vpon some pageant , one whose wit must be Beholding to anothers Wooll to keepe it warme ; One that can dance and sing and wag his feather , An artificiall Calfe carrier ; A youth that 's sowed together by his Taylour , And taken a peeces by his Surgeon . Dom. Why how now Secretary . Bom. I could say more . Dom. Is this wit naturall ? Bom. You were best say I got it here at Court ; pray heaven I doe not Loose what I brought ; I had a holsome wit I' th Countrey ; aske the Parish and the Parson For I kept company with those that reade And learne wit now by the eare ; if any slip from me , As where there is a plenty some will out , Here are so many wit catchers , a lost maidenhead Is sooner found and set upon the shoulders Of the right owner . Dom. I preethe tell me Bombo , And tell me truth , doe not you thinke your selfe After all this a foole ? Bom. A foole ; your servant Madam . Dom. I le speake thou maist be the Kings foole . Bom. I thanke you , I tell you I le not see the King , or if I did , Yes I looke like a foole , I could be angry , But then you 'd say I were a foole indeed . Dom. Be not so passionate . Bom. Wod I had beene a foole , I would I had , for my owne sake I wish it , I should not have beene tempted hither then , By which I have indangered my good parts , To State imployment ; but I le be wise enough , He has not seene me yet nor shanot if There be a witch in Naples , or a mist That will be bought for money to walk the Court in , But take your course , and I were at home agen . Dom. What then ? Bom. I would live in the Sellar , the Wine Sellar . Dom. T is your humility . Bom. There were some fortification to be made Against the Court invasions , countermines Of sand and Sacke , a man might thrust himselfe Among the bottles , and defie the world , Be drunke , and not be cal'd out of his sleepe To goe Embassadour . Enter Simphorosa . Dom. So , so , feare not , Have a strong faith , and thou maist dye i' th countrey For all this ; here 's my mother ; let your care Be now that none may interrupt us . Bom. I will doe any thing but see the King . Exit Dom. With pardon Madam you seeme full of thought . Sim. I am studying Domitilla why the King Should send for us to Court . Dom. Mother you cannot Mention the King in any act of his That is not glorious and like himselfe ; He is the great example of a King , But richer in his soule then state . Sim. But why To us this favour ; to call us from those Cold and obscure shades of a retirement To plant us here neare his owne beames ? Dom. He has some meaning in 't . Sim. It t is yet darke to me . Dom. We sha' not staine his Court ; his sister 's but A Lady of more distinction of birth ; Yet all that have beene Princes , came not to Their state by a descant ; the Heralds know Some were not borne to purple and to scepters That have beene Queenes ; vertue has rais'd some , And beauty has had many charmes to rule The heart of Kings . Simp. What s all this Domitilla ? I hope you are not dreaming of a Queene ; Such wilde interpretation of the Kings Favour to us cannot be made without The forfeits of wits and duties which Should teach us to containe our thoughts in their Owne Spheare and not to point them upon objects Above our Levell . Dom. I Betray my selfe , When I sayd beauty had a power to charme A King ; it might acquit me from suspition Of any hope to apply them so ambitiously ; You le grant it just to love the King . Sim. Our duties . Dom. And he may where he please place his affection , Sim. Leave that to her ; it may concerne . Dom. And shee That s mark'd for so great honour should be mad To quarrell with her kinde fate . Sim. What 's all this To thee ? Dom. To me ; why mother is t not possible A Lady not much fairer then my selfe May be a Queene ; great Princes have eyes Like other men , and I should sinne against What heaven and nature have bestowed on me , Should my fate smile to thinke my face would be The barre to such preferment . Sim. Leaving this Which is but mirth I know since we are falne Into discourse of love , what would you answer To Lord Montalto if he came a wooing And recommended by the King ? Dom. I would Eene recommend him to the King agen . Sim. Is not his favorite worth your love , if he Descend to be your servant . Dom. As a servant He may be entertain'd , and were I Queene , Perhaps he should be favorite to both ; And I would smile upon his services In imitation of the King while he Preserv'd his modest duty and his distance : Sim. My daughter is transported , sure you are No Queene sweet Domitilla . Dom. T is a truth , Nor is Montalto yet my favorite . Sim. I hope shee 's not so miserable to affect The King , by whose directions I prepare Her for Montalto . Enter Bombo . Bom. A sprig of the Nobility cal'd Octavio Desires accesse . Dom. Admit him . Sim. I must let this passion coole and leave her . Enter Octavio . Octav. Welcome to Court ; why so ; this sphere becomes you , Or rather it takes ornament from you ; Now Domitilla shines indeede ; your presence Doth throw new beames about the Pallace Madam ; Before we look'd as we had lost our genius . Dom. You came not from the King with any message , Octav. I made this hast to tender my owne service . Dom. You have no other suite to me ? Octav. Yes Madam . Dom. Speake it . Octav. And I le not wander much about ; shall I Be admitted a young lover ? Dom. Men must not love till they be one & twenty , They will be mad before they come to age else . Octav. This Law was ne're decreed i' th Parliament Of Cupid ; such a Statute would undoe Many sweet Virgins like your selfe ; yet if You 'le promise to stay for me , I shall thinke it A happy expectation ; we are both Young ; we may choose each other Valentine And couple , as we grow more ripe hereafter . Dom. I le aske you but one question my Lord , What would you give to be the King of Naples ? Octav. I dare not thinke so ambitiously . Dom. T is modest : what if I cannot love under a Prince . Octav. Can he be lesse , whom you will make happy To boast in the possession of your faire Person , a thousand provinces ; those eyes Are able to create another Indies ; All the delights that dwell in blessed Tempe Divinely bud and blossome in your cheeke ; The treasure of Arabia's in your breath ; Nor Thebes alone , as to Amphions Lute Stoopes to the heavenly magicke of your voyce , But all the world . Dom. No more of this ; these praises Are made for children , and will make truth blush ; They may fill up where nature is defective ; And were I Queene of Naples I should punish Such flattery ; but you are young and may Outgrow this vanity . Octav. You are mercifull . Dom. I shall be ever so to you Octavio , Let this incourage you to thinke I love you In the first place , of those which are borne subjects ; If you will answer my respects forbeare To question further . Octa. I shall waite sometime , and kisse your hand . Dom. And if my power may Prevaile to doe you favour with the King , Make your addresse . Octa. Has not the court transform'd her . Exit . Dom. Me thinkes I move upon a state already And yet t is not the glory of his title Affects my hope so much ; his person 's lovely , And both together make the charme ; I doe Expect his royall presence ; how shall I Behave my lookes when he declares himselfe , Enter Iacamo . Iaca. Madam . Dom. Admit not every Lord to trouble me ; I will take physicke ; but I le be observ'd ; You may frame some excuse to Ladies too That presse their visite . Iaca. T is the Duke . Dom. The Duke . Iaca. Of Florence . Dom. Princes must not be neglected ; That name gives him accesse ; say I attend . Enter Duke . Duke . The acknowledgments I owe your favours Madam , Late your rude guest brings me to kisse your hand . Dom. Your excellence is pleas'd to interpret fairely Of our intents . Duke . And till occasion ripen My whole discharge for your faire entertainement , Madam , be pleas'd to weare these Diamonds , Which of themselves betray their want of lusture , And come with an ambition to recover Flame from your smile . Dom. It can be no dishonour To take these from a Prince . Enter Iacamo , whispers to Domitilla . The King with wings , I le haste to meet him , Exit . Duke . Gone , and so abruptly Her businesse might allow her breath to thanke me For my rich present ; but I le follow her ; I wo'd not meet the King here ; if shee prove Gentle , my heart I consecrate to love . Exit .
The fourth Act . Enter King , and Domitilla . King . My pretty Domitilla , now you are My guest , t is fit whom I have made my charge Should live within my eyes , welcome once more to Court . Dom. You are bounty Sir it selfe , and binde A Virgins prayers . King . What art thou yet prepar'd To heare his name , I would declare thy husband . Enter Duke . Duke . The King . King . The Duke ; this confirmes it . Duke . Vnlucky fate he has spied me . King . Thou shalt have A little patience , while the Duke and I Change some discourse in private . Dom. I Obey Exit . Duke . He is sent off ; I hope the King is not In love with her himselfe . King . Now my Lord , what Alone , I see you can addresse your selfe To a handsome Lady . Duke . He has prevented men . Where I receive favour I shall never Want heart to acknowledge . King . That rule binds to all . Duke . It does but with distinction , to pay . King . But with distinction to pay , First love to those that best deserves it from us . Duke . T is justice Sir . King . This granted , there 's another Whom though you can forget , my sister Sir Deserves to be remembred . Duke . You are jealous That I visite this Lady . King . That were onely To doubt ; I must be plaine ; Florence has not Beene kind to Naples to reward us with Affront for love , and Theodosia must not Be any Princes mockery . Duke . I can Take boldnesse too , and tell you Sir it were More for her honour , shee would mock no Prince I am not lost to Florence yet , though I Be Naples guest , and I must tell him here I came to meet with faire and Princely treaties Of love , not to be made the tale of Italy , The ground of Scurrile pasquills , or the mirth Of any Lady , who shall preingage Her heart to anothers bosome , and then sneake Off like a tame despised property , When her ends are advanc'd . King . I understand not This passion ; yet it points upon something That may be dangerous to conclude ; Theodosia Is Naples sister , and I must not see Her lost to honour , though my kingdome bleed To rescue her . Duke . Now you are passionate ; T is I must be repair'd ; my name is wounded , And my affection betrayed ; your sister That lookes like a faire starre , within loves skie Is falne , and by the scattering of her fires Declares shee has alliance with the earth , Not heavenly nature . King . Are my senses perfect ; Be clearer Sir ; teach me to understand This prodigie ; you doe not scorne our sister ? Duke . Not I ; as she has title to your blood Shee merits all ambition , shee is a Princesse , Yet no staine to her invention , we are paralells Equall , but never made to meet . King . How 's this ? Duke . Truth is my witnesse I did meane No ceremonious love , untill I found Her heart was given from me , though your power Contract our bodies . King . Stay and be advis'd , And if your doubts by some malitious tongue Framed to abuse my sister , and your selfe , Have rais'd this muteny in your thoughts , I have A power to cure all . Duke . Sir you cannot . King . Not to court thee for her husband , wert possest Of all , ore which our Eagle shakes his wings , But to set right her honour ; and ere I challenge Thee by thy birth , by all thy hopes and right To fame , to tell me what seditious breath Has poyson'd her ; heare what my sister sends By me so late , time is not old in minuts , The word 's yet warme with her owne breath ; pray tell The Duke saies she , although I know not from What roote his discontents grow , to devote him To Domitilla . Duke . How does shee know that ? King . Whose beauty has more spell upon his fancy , I did contract my heart , when I thought his Had beene no stronger to his tongue , and can Not finde within it since , what should divert His princely thoughts from my first innocence ; Yet such is my sterne fate I must still love him ; And though he frame his heart to unkinde distance , It hath imbracing vertue upon mine , And with his owne remove , drawes my soule after him ; If he forget I am a Princesse , pray Let Naples doe so too ; for my revenge Shall be in prayers , that he may finde my wrong But teach him soft repentance , and more faith . Duke . All this must not betray my freedome Sir . King . You le not accuse our sister of dishonour . Duke . I would not grieve you Sir to heare what I Could say ; and presse me not for your owne peace ; Fames must be gently toucht . King . As thou art Florence speake . Duke . I Shall displease ; Yet I but tell her brother that doth presse me ; Lucrece was chast after the rape ; but where The blood consents , there needs no ravisher . Exit . King . I doe grow faint with wonder ; here 's enough To blast an apprehension , and shoote A quaking through the valiant soule of man ; My sisters blood accus'd , and her faire name Late chast as trembling snow , whose fleeces clothe Our Alpine hills , sweet as the Roses spirit Or Violets cheeke , on which the morning leaves A teare at parting , now begins to wither , As it would haste to death , and be forgotten ; This Florence is a Prince that does accuse her ; And such men give not faith to every murmur Or slight intelligence that wounds a Lady In her deare honour ; but shee is my sister ; Thinke of that too ; credit not all , but aske Of thy owne veines what guilty flowings there May tempt thee to beleeve this accusation . Enter Theodosia . T is shee ; Th' art come Theodosia to my wishes . Theo. What does distract you Sir . King . I have done your message to the Duke , and finde He does love Domitilla . Theo. Her he shall meete and marry in Elisium . King . What meane you ? Theo. I have shooke off my tamenesse ; doe not hinder My just revenge ; I le turne their triumphs into death . King . There is a question of more consequence Thou must resolve ; it does concerne thee more Then thy owne life . Theo. You fright me . King . Are you honest ? Theo. Honest . King . I could have us'd the name of chaste , Or virgin ; but they carry the same sence ; Put off thy wonder Theodosia , And answer me by both our parents ashes , Which now are frighted in the urne , and scarse Contain'd beneath their marble , while their fame Bleeds in my wounded honour art thou still My sister without staine ; upon thy chastity Tell me and answer truth , for both our lives . Nay , nay , there is no time for thy amaze ; Hast thou not lost thy selfe and beene injoyed ; I blush to name the way . Theo. Never . King . Agen . Theo. By all the good we hope for I an innocent As your owne wishes . King . Th' art my vertuous sister . Theo. But by your love and all that bound to Be just , now let me know my strange accuser . King . Thou shalt know that hereafter ; let thy thoughts Live in their owne peace , and dispute not mine . Exit . Enter Domitilla . Dom. Not speake to me ; he fround too ; sure I have not Displeasd him ; wherefore stayes the Princesse ? Theo. Shew spirit now or never . Domitilla The greatest part of my affliction ; Let my revenge begin here . Dom. Your grace does honour your unworthy servants ; And if I might beseech one favour more , T is but to know what has displeas'd the King . Theo. Must you be of counsell with his passions ; What hath advanc'd you to this boldnesse ? Dom. Pardons Why does your grace put on those angry lookes ; I never did offend you in a thought . Theo. Cunning dissembler , yes , and t is thy death Must satisfie ; yet ere I give thee punishment Tell me what impudence advanc'd thy thoughts So high in our dishonour was there none In your owne for me of blood fit for your love , But you must flatter your prou ? hopes with one So much above thy birth , though he in frailty Consent to make thee great , dar'st thou accept it , And with my shame aspite to be his equall ; Disclaime these hopes , and sweare never to love him . Dom. Madam . Theo. Doe , or with this I will secure my feares , And stand the malice of all other fate . Dom. Heare me . Theo. Be briefe . Dom. I know not by what genius prompted Madam , To live or die , more happily , I have no Feare of your rage , which is so farre from making Me sinne against my love , it has inlarg'd My heart , which trembles not to be loves martyr ; I can forgive your hand too , if you promise To tell the King how willing I die for him . Theo. The King ; thou lov'st the Duke . Dom. Hee 's not concern'd In my affection ; I have no thought Of any Prince alive , but your owne brother ; Such an example of loves folly have My starres decreed me ; yet if pride and duty May in one action meete and be good friends , Both shall assist my last breath which shall offer Humbly the King , and his affaires to heaven This he will pardon , shall he know it done By me more sit to die then live for him . Theo. Alas poore Domitilla ; shee is wounded As deepe as I ; rise and forgive my jealousie ; I cannot promise thee to be my sister , But I will love thee like one ; let us call A counsell of our thoughts , and mingle sorrowes ; Yet when we have done all , and tyr'd our breath , There is no cure for love , but love or death . Exeunt . Enter King and Montalto . King . How will Montalto counsell me ; I am Wilde with the repetition . Mont. The Duke Lay such a blacke aspersion on your sister ; T is blasphemy to honour ; but as soone He may pollute the Sunne beames , or defile The dew of heaven ere it approach the earth Make us beleeve the rockes of ice doe flame , And may indanger the north starre ; my wonder Will make me reason leste it throwes a poyson On your whole family , a staine so deepe And so prodigious , all the blood within His Dukedome wo'not purge it ; could he finde No excuse for his revolt to Domitilla , But blasting the sweet Princesse . King . Domitilla Whom I must tell you I already have Prepar'd to be thy bride , as an addition To the reward I owe thy services . Mont. Prepard for me ? you are too bountifull In you I kneele both to my king and father ; But my aspiring will be satisfied To be your servant still : in your grace I Injoy the brinde my heart affects ; let me Grow old with duties here , and not translate My affection till my weary soule throw off The burden of my dust . King . No more : in this One act , I le build a monument of my love To thee , and my revenge upon the Duke ; Thou instantly shalt marry Domitilla ; Her Beauty , Blood and Fortune will deserve thee . Mont. I am your creature , but how this may inflame The Duke . King . T is meant so . Mont. But your sisters fame Were worth your first care ; this may be done With more accesse of joy when shee is righted : You have beene pleasd to heare my counsell Sir And not repented . King . What would'st thou advise me ? Mont. The Duke is young and apt to erre ; you cannot Preserve your hospitable Lawes to affront Him openly , nor will it be thought prudence To let loose these suspitions to the descant Of peoples tongues ; th' aire is dangerous ; Let me search the Dukes bosome , for the spring Of this dishonour . King . How ? Mont. Mistake me not ; Philoberto is his secret consellour , And the receiver of his thoughts ; leave me To manage this great worke ; I have a way To every angle of his heart ; meane time Be pleas'd to keepe your person but retired ; A silent discontent will fright him more , And arme us with full knowledge . King . Wise Montalto , I like thy honest counsell , and obey it ; But lose no time . Exit . Mont. It never was more pretious ; My essence is concern'd and every minute Brings a fresh seige against Montaltoes life ; There 's none but Philoberto conscious To my last accusation of the Princesse ; Then hee must be remov'd ; delayes are fatall ; I le poyson him to night ; I have the way ; This done , the Duke may follow , or be brib'd With Domitillaes person to quit Naples . Enter Guido , Aloisio , Alexio . Guid. My honour'd Lord . Mont. Guido , Aloisio ; Why make I this distinction y' are but one , To your Montalto , have one heart and faith ; Your love and dilligence must now be active . Guid. You have deserv'd us . Alex. Lord of our fortunes . Guid. Wee are your creatures , Bound by all Law and conscience of the court To serve your ends . Mont. T is but to waite close And contrive excuses , if the Duke Desire accesse to the King . Gui. This all . Mont. Be carefull None of his traine nor faction be admitted , In speciall Philoberto ; if he appeare , Present my service , and desire to speake with him ; This is no mighty Province gentlemen To waste you much ; yet this neglected will Destroy my tall fate , in whote fall you must Stoope and be strucken dead with the large ruines . Gui. Kill us not first by your suspition ; We looke upon you as our destiny ; Prosper as we are faithfull . Mont. You divide me . Alex. There is much trouble in his face , how ere Let us be firme ; is not this Philoberto . Enter Riviero . Riv. My honor'd Lords . Gui. We are proud to be your servants . I am yours ; where is the Lord Montalto . Alo. New gone from us , and desires to speake with you , And is gone either to your lodging or the Dukes . Rivi. I have some affaires with the King , and that Dispatch'd I le waite upon him . Gui. We are confident You will excuse us ; we receiv'd command That none should interrupt him . Rivi. I come from the Duke . Alo. His excellent will conster it our duties . Riv. This was not wone . Alo. We dare not sit dispute Our masters pleasure . Gui. Perhaps his confessor is with him . Rivi. Perhaps there is some cunning ; nay preferre The businesse of the soule , I may presume He has no long Catalogue to account for . Gui. You have not beene of counsell with his conscience ; We doe not use to limit his devotions . Rivi. T is picus , and you three by computation Montaltoes knaves here plac'd , to keepe away Discoveries : in spight of all your subtilties , The king shall know my minde , and understand The history of your patrons and your service ; Let time speak your reward in your owne chronicles . Alo. You not forget my Lord Montalto has Desire to speake with him . Rivi. T is all my businesse ; Be carefull of your watch and looke about you , Some Wee sell may get in else . Gui. Does he jeere us ? Alex. Let him ; his Embassy is not perform'd . Enter Duke , Montalto . Mont, You doe amaze my understanding Sir To require I should justifie a tale Made to the blemish of so chaste a Lady . Duke . Did not your Lordship tell such a story To Philoberto in my lodgings . Mont. I dare his malice , to affront ; and t is not Done like your selfe to sully with one breath Two sames . Duke . Shall I not credit my owne eares ? Mont. Deare Sir , collect your selfe , and let not passion To Domitilla whom you may possesse , Here after make you so unjust . Duke . Deare Machiavill This will not doe ; the King shall know your stratagems . Mont. Goe threaten babes ; this would exalt my rage , But I remember y' are a guest to Naples , Nor would I grieve the genius of my country , To place my owne revenge above her honour . Duke . Poore shaddow . Mont. Now . Drawes a dagger at the Dukes backe . T will not be safe ; you know your change . Exit . Guid. We are proud to see your excellence in health . Duke . Where is the King ? Alo. A little busle Sir . Alex. Not yet I thinke , he is at his prayers . Duke . I le adde to his Letanie . Guid. It wo'not neede ; I thinke his ghostly father can direct him , With whom he is in private . Duke . I know not How to interpret this ; I want Philoberto . Exit . Enter Octavio . Octav. Your graces Servant ; he lookes displeas'd . Guid. My Lord Octavio . Octav. Your servant Lords . Guid. You meet the Duke . Octav. His face shewed discontent . Aloi. We summe our fortunes in Montaltoes smile , By whose commands we have denyed the Duke Accesse to 'th King . Octav. You have done well , it much Concernes my Lord ; his and all our fate Depends upon 't ; continue still your care And circumspection , and while I am within Let none be admitted . Exit . Guid, Let us alone ; A spirit may have the device to enter , But if he have so much body as a Gnat I le know his errand ; whoe s this ; oh it t is My Lady Domitillaes Secretary . Enter Bombo . Bom. Here are so many trickes , and turnes , and dores I' these Court lodgings , I have lost my selfe . Guid. Mr. Secretary . Bom. T was you betrayd me to the King , and caus'd My Ladies to be sent for , with more cunning To bring me hither ; but all s one , he has Not seene me yet not sha'not ; which Is my way out of this labyrinth . Alo. Why are you so unwilling the King should see you ? Guid. Or to live in Court ; me thinkes this habite Becomes you now ; does it not my Lord . Alex. He lookes like a true Hero . Bom. You are beside the story Sir ; I did reade once That Hero had no upper lip ; shee was A Lady of Leanders lake . Guid. A wit ? there s a new word ; now for the Hellespont , Hee le make a subtile courtier . Bom. It has undone me . Alo. Vndone thee how ? Bom. I know not whether it be my wit or clothes , Or disposition of the place , or all Together , but I am sure I am in love , I finde it by the losing of my stomacke ; I am most strangely in love . Guid With whom ? Bom. I know not . Aloi. Can you not guesse . Bom. I hope t is with my selfe , for I did vow When my first mistresse dyed which was , Guid. What ? Bom. A dairy maide that we had i' th Countrey , To love no living woman bove an houre ; Shee was the very creame of all her Sex ; Oft have we churn'd together . Guid. And drunke healths In Butter-milke . Aloi. But doe you hope you are in love with your selfe Sir . Bom. Marry doe I Sir ; is that so wonderfull at Court . Guid. You are pleasant . Aloi. Le ts be rid on him . Guid. Come you shall now speake with the King , And he shall knight thee ; more honours may follow . Bom. You shall excuse me ; put your honours Vpon some body else . Guid. Doe you know what t is . Bom. I have not read of late . Aloi. But you are much given to hearing , What is honour . Bom. Honour a buble is that is soone broke , A Gloworme seeming fire , but has no smoake . Aloi. There 's fire and water . Bom. And smoake for ayre ; A painted Sun-beame , peece of gilded Chaffe , And he that trusts leanes to a broken staffe . Gui. You should have reconcil'd the foure elements To the conceit ; there was fire , aire , water ; Where s the earth . Bom. Oh he that leanes to a broken staffe shall Finde that presently . Enter King reading a paper , Octavio . Guid. The King . Bom. King bee your leave ; I vanish . Exit Bombo . King . This paper containes wonder ; t is not possible . Octa. Vpon my life Sir , Philoberto can demonstate these . King . The Divell has not art To abuse us so ; this will require some counsell ; Enter Montalto . Hee 's here , Montalto ; leave us . Exeunt Lords . Mont. Sir your pleasure . King . Is all in thee ; hast met with Philoberto ? Mont. Not yet . King . No matter ; I have thought upon 't , And doe conclude it best to let things passe Yet in a dreame ; choise and enquiry may Awake suspition upon innocence . Mont. You cannot thinke her guilty Sir . King . I am not Without some feares ; I have collected things Since we conferr'd , that stagger my good thoughts . Mont. Of her you cannot ; Sir unthinke agen , What ever would betray her to your jealousy ; A Virgins Monument cannot be more chaste I th Temple . King . Yes , yes ; we may be all cozend ; And therefore let her passe among things desperate ; Yet were I certaine shee were spotted thus , As t is but a young Leprosie upon her , I could wish heartily my Sister timely Married , not to the Duke that would betray us , But to some one I know not , who could love Vs both , so well as be that rare friend And save our honours . Mont. Doe you then suspect her . King . Oh the Dukes Character had a powerfull sence ; And who knowes but shee may be lost by one Not fit to make her reparation ; Could any Nobleman be found in Naples To binde her wound up by so great an act Of secrecy and marriage ; but some winde May listen and convey , I know not whether , What my sad breath has scatter'd in the aire ; Thy Master has no servant that dares take One sorrow from him . Mont. You are Sir provided Of more then that can rise to in my service . King . Canst thou be so compassionate to lose Thy hopes of richer beauty , for my sake ? Darst thou with all this knowledge hide her staine , And marry her ? Mont. My duty to your Majestie Shall marry me to death ; let not this trouble The quiet of your heart ; I le take Theodosia , And thinke upon her as shee had the whitenesse Of my good Angell . King . Th' art a miracle ; Teach me but which way I may reward this love ; Till now I had no poverty ; thy worth Will make me everlastingly in debt ; What shall I say ? Mont. Great Sir , no more ; your favours Flow from a bounty , which hath onely heaven Above it . King . They are all trifles ; let me see , Is nothing in thy power to make thee finde My gratitude ? how barren are we , wealth , Honour . Mont. Ther 's nothing good or great you have not Freely possest me with ; your favours would , So mighty have they falne upon me , rather Expresse a storme , and I had sunke beneath The welcome violence , had not your love From whence they flowed , inabled me to strength And manly bearing . King . I was inprovident To reserve nothing , or it was a fault In thee to be so prodigall of merit In thy past services ; canst thou thinke of nothing Worth my addition . Mont. Nothing Sir . King . I have it , And thanke my better genius I have it , Such a reward Montalto that I dare Be modest yet pronounce , never did Prince Exceede it to his friend . Mont. Sir you amaze me , And shame my want of merit . King . In the title , Let Kings peruse the benefit and study An imitation to their best loved creatures ; Th' are great as fortune can invent ; I le teach thee A way Montalto , to know all thy friends . And enemies . Mont. That were a pretious knowledge , Were it in nature ; with your highnesse pardon The hearts of men are not to be measured With what we reach the starres , or fadome Seas ; Oh he that s active in a state has more . Chainde to him by the power and strength of office , Then genuine respect ; and t is not worth Or person , but the fortunes of a Statesman That sometimes men adore . King . T is true ; and therefore I am proud in this that I can teach thee looke Into mens soules , to know 'em fit for scorne , or Thy embraces . Mon. How may this Sir be done ? King . Almost 'i th twinckling of an eye too . Mont. Strange . King . I seeme to frowne upon thee . Mont. How Sir ? King . Doest apprehend me ; I will counterfeit That I am displeas'd with thee ; doe not mistake me , And have it voic'd about the Court , thou art Consin'd , doest marke ; at this will all thy enemies Whose hearts thou canst not see , their tongues before By thy great power silenc'd , joyne in faction Complaine , discover their whole stocke of malice , Tickling their spleenes , that thou art out of favour , Whom I shall heare and smile at ; then all those Whose honest soules deserve thee , will rise up , The champions of thy same o' th other side And be so many Oratours to make Thy faith and honour shine ; when this done , The scene is chang'd , I send for thee ; thou commest With a most glorious traine ; and then I le smile , Take thee agen i' th sight of all , discover T was but a tricke , thy friends keepe still thy bosome , And thou in triumph shoot'st a scorne with mine To strike all envie dumbe ; I st not a rate one ? I cannot doe enough for thee Montalto . Mont. You have found out a way I must confesse ; But with your pardon , I shall be more able To do : you service in the other ignorance , Then ruine a desperate hazard in this knowledge ; Some hold it sinne , and capitall enough To have the Princess favour , which once lost Though but in suspition ; they may rage , And like a torrent rise to o'rewhelme nature . King . These sha'not wound thee . Mont. And how other Indges May wrest the actions of a man imployed Though ne're so faithfull to his King and state . King . I am confident of thy justice and decree , Thy triumph in 't ; thy goodnesse thus conspicuous Renders thee loved , and fit for Theodosia When she is brightest ; the Sunne never smiled More cherefull upon teeming earth , Then I to finde thee perfect ; for I doe But seeme displeas'd ; come , I will have it so ; If thou dost love me , no dispute , but let me Pursue my fancie meant to doe thee honour . Who waites ? Enter Lords . Now it begins ; Attend my Lord Montalto to his Chamber , Where our will is , he be confin'de untill Our pleasure further knowne . Guid. How 's this ? Alex. Aloi . Consin'd ! King . No ceremony Sir ; when that 's done , We ease you of the trouble too of waiting ; You know the way my Lords to your owne lodgings , From whence on perill of our anger stirre not Vntill wee send for you — Octavio . Guid. Doe we not dreame . Mont. Something wo'd creepe Like a dead sleepe upon me ; I am in A Labirinth ; but hence with coward feare ; I know the worst ; grim death can but translate Me hence , and there 's an end of death and fate .
The fift Act . Simphorosa , Theodosia , Domitilla . Theo. He conforted and counsel'd Domitilla ; I have my part in loves affliction . Sim. This I fear'd Enter Iacamo . I must acquaint the King ; where is your fellow Bombo ? his mirth might now be seasonable . Iaca. Hee 's gone Madam . Sim. Gone , whither ? Iaca. Backe to the country house ; he heard of my Lord Montaltoes disgrace , and the feare of his supp'ying The place of a favorite , sent him away this morning With all his moveables ; the countrey he saies Is wholesome , where he will dye without feare or wit when His time comes ; he durst not stay to see the King . Exit Iaca. Sim. Would we had still beene strangers to the Court ; Leave us ; my daughter is much bound to your grace . Dom. It is the King you speake of ; pray be carefull You speake all goodnesse of him , he deserves it , And will when I am dead . Sim. I le lose no time . Exit . Theo. I wish it prosper . Dom. I dare not say the King dissembles with me ; That were a fault beyond my love ; but sure Something he said that made my heart beleeve He did not meane me for another ; and Montalto , whose reward I must be thought , Is now consin'd , and under his displeasure . Theo. He will have more care of his honour then To place thee so unworthily ; Montalto Has plaid the cunning traytour with our loves , If I may trust thee noble Philoberto That told me the whole story of his falsehood , Which I before suspected . Dom. And if he should dispise me as t is justice , Will heaven be angry if I love him still ; Or will the King call it a treason in me ? If hee doe , I can willingly dye for 't , And with may last words pray he may live happy ; But why am I this trouble to your grace ? My story is not worth one of your minuts ; Deare Madam pardon me , and teach me how To make my time more happy , spent in something That may concerne your highnesse ; you doe love too . Enter Iacamo . Iaca. Madam , the Duke of Florence . Theo. How the Duke ? Dom. Why does he visite me ? Madam indeed You may beleeve I love him not . Theo. Admit him I preethe , and conceale me Domitilla ; I know he comes a wooing to thy beauty ; I preethe let me heare the second part : Exit . Dom. I shall against my owne desires obey you . Enter Duke . Duke . The ambition of my eyes can not be thought Immodest , if they ever wish to dwell here ; They have found their light agen ; let no misfortune Be a second cause to bury me in darkenesse . Dom. Your graces pardon , if my haste to attend The King and his commands made me appeare Rude when I left your excellence . Duke . This does more Then satisfie . Dom. I know not how I may Stand guilty in your thoughts by keeping a Rich Caskanet . Duke . You honor'd me to accept it . Dom. But with a blush I must remember too I did not thanke you ; there was want of time Or manners ; I must leave it to your mercy , And would by any duty to your grace Expiate my errour . Duke . Madam it is not worth The mention of this gratitude ; Your breath Makes the oblation rich , and me who am Encourag'd by your vertue , to present you With something of more valew , then a world Of these poore empty glories ; I dare give you My heart Madam . Dom. Blesse your grace from such a meaning . Duke . Can you be cruell to it ? Dom. I ne're had The confidence to looke upon a wound ; And such a bleeding object as your heart Would fright my senses . Duke . You are more ingenious Then not to understand that I meane love ; I love you Madam , best of all your sex . Dom. You cannot Sir , you dare not . Duke . How ? Dom. You dare not be so wicked I am am sure When you remember , what you are , a Prince . Duke . Is it a sinne for Princes to love Madam ? Dom. Or if you could dispence with so much passion To love me , and durst give me , what I tremble To thinke you promise , that , that very act In which you most advance affection to me , Would make me thinke you love me not . Duke . Be clearer . Dom. How should I thinke his courtship worth my trust , And meete him with a reall change of hearts , Who in his very first attempt of love , Would blast my honour , and betray me to A shame , blacke as the tongue of infamy . Duke . Would I ? Dom. And more ; For you in this Would tempt me to an act , by which I should Not onely wound my selfe to death of honour , But make me guilty of anothers blood , And kill an innocent Lady , whose least teare Is worth a thousand lives of perjurd men That make a scorne of vertue . Duke . What Lady ? Dom. Have you forgot the Princesse Sir ? Duke . The Princesse ! Dom. In that name you le finde your selfe agen Lost in a mist of passions ; oh thinke The fames and hopes of two rich countries are Engag'd upon your faith ; your highnesse pardon , I finde some blushes chide my too much boldnesse , And by a nearer view now of your goodnesse , I see my errour to beleeve you meant Other then triall of me , or could fall To any thought beneath your birth and honour . Duke . But if Theodosia be made anothers By her owne gift , and I at large , with what Justice may I be thought then to addresse My passions hither . Dom. If the Princesse , which I must not thinke , give your heart backe agen , And that you could quit all your tyes with honour , My thoughts are all resign'd to the Kings will ; He must dispose of me , by my owne vow , Without his free consent never to marry . Exit . Duke . The King ; there t is ; I thought shee was his mistresse ; T is not possible the Princesse now Can pardon my neglect ; Montaltoes practise Vpon me , and his poysoning of her vertue Wo'not excuse my shame ; I dare not see Whom I have injur'd , Theodosia ; In am resolv'd , this night I le steale from Naples . Enter Theodosia . Theo. Nay doe not hide your face my Lord ; it will Appeare as fresh and lovely to my eyes , As when it first presented me your smiles ; I am Theodosia still . Duke . But I have beene ? Theo. Abus'd ; time will discover to the ruine Of his owne name , and glory of our loves , Montaltoes practise to divide our soules . Duke . You cannot be so mercifull ; or else This sweetnesse is put on to enlarge my guilt , When we are both compar'd ; dare you beleeve I can repent and be' revenged . Theo. Vpon whom ? Duke . Vpon my selfe , for suffering my eyes To wander from this sweetnesse . Theo. You outdoe The satisfaction ; if your grace can finde Me grow agen within your heart , where first My love desired to plant . Duke . Oh let me drowne My blushes in this over slow of charity ; But there 's an act that justice calls me to , Before I can be worthy of this peace . Montalto has plaid the villaine ; now I finde it , And from his treacherous heart my sword must force A bloody satisfaction for thy honour , Poyson'd by him . Theo. Stay that revenge ; shame has Already sunke him . Enter a Courtier . Court . Sir the King desires Some conference with your grace , and with you Madam . Theo. I shall attend you Sir ; we shall present Together , thus no object to displese him . Duke . Though I shall blush to see him , I le waite on you . Exeunt . Enter King , Riviero , Andrugio ; Petitioners . King . Good heaven , upon what humane bosome shall We that are made your substitutes on earth Place secure confidence ? and yet there may Be malice in complaints ; the flourishing Oake For his extent of Branches , stature , growth , The darling and the Idoll of the wood , Whose awefull nod the under trees adore , Shooke by a tempest , and throwne downe must need Submit his curled head and full growne limbes , To every common Axe , be patient , while the tortures put to every joynt the Sawes and engines , making with their very noyse the Forrests groane and tremble ; but not one When it was in his strength and state revil'd it , Whom poverty of soule , and envy sends To gather stickes from the trees wish'd for rume , The great mans Embleme ; I did love Montalto , And wed not have him lost if justice would Consent , and be a little of his side ; But here are the two plummets weigh him downe ; His impious practice on the Duke , and base Aspertions on our sister that defame Our whole blood , is a loud , loud accusation . Rivi. His conscience dares not Sir deny 't . King . And you Speake here the tragicke story of Riviero , Whose honest soule for not complying with His power and ends , chose in a discontent To make himselfe an exile , yee pursude , And by the practise of Montalto poyson'd At Rome . Andr. This letter sent to Alvarez , Whose treacherous Physicke purg'd his soule away , Is too much testimony . King . T is his Character . Enter Octavio . Octavio you come for justice too . Octav. It were a vaine breath to desire it Sir ; Your thoughts are still so conscious of vertue , They will prevent petition . King . Come nearer . Rivi. The King is troubled . Andr. Where he loved , to finde So much ingratitude . King . Andrugio . Rivi. Things are not yet mature for my discovery . King . You observe — away — Exit Andr. Octav . We may be just Philoberto , Yet not destroy another attribute , Which shewes whose representative we are ; Mercy becomes a King ; too much can be But thought a sinne on the right hand ; we are Resolv'd . Enter Simphorosa . Madam you are welcome . Rivi. I begin To feare there is some spell upon the King ; If after this Montalto shall prevaile , Let innocence be stronger to the world , And heaven be afraid to punish vice . King . Remove For a few minuts . Rivi. I obey . King . You tell me wonders Madam ; las poore Lady , I shall then have enough to reconcile ; Shee was too hasty to interpret me Her lover . Sim. If you Sir apply no cure , The fond impression may I feare indanger Her sence and life ; I urg'd Montalto Sir By your command , before his change of fortune , But shee tooke no delight to heare him namde . King . No , no , nor I ; good heaven how I am troubled How to repaire this pretty peece of innocence , Whom I have brought into a waking dreame Of passion ; something I must doe ; pray tell me , But tell me truth ; I charge thee by thy duty To me , to Naples , and to heaven , or if There be in womans faith , or thy Religion Any thing else to make it up a full And perfect conjuration . Sim. You fright me ; Without these not a thought within my heart But you have power to summon . King . Tell me then , Is Domitilla vertuous ? Sim. How Sir ? King . Is shee exceeding vertuous ; is shee most Divinely chast ; can shee doe more then blush At wanton sounds ; will shee be very angry At an immodest offer , and be frighted To heare it nam'd ; tell me ; does shee pray And weepe , and wod be torne upon the racke Ere shee consent to staine one virgin thought : Or dares shee more then Lucrece kill her selfe To save her honour , or doe something more Miraculously then all this to preserve Her white name to posterity . Sim. I know not How to reply to these particulars ; But if your meaning be to have me speake Truth of her modest and pare thoughts , shee is All that her mother can beseech of heaven To blesse a childe with of so chast a soule , And vertuous simplicity . King . No more ; I doe beleeve , and will finde out a way To make her satisfaction ; t is just ; Say I desire her presence . Sim. Now you blesse us ; A widdowes prayers and teares for this great bounty . Exit . Enter Riviero . Rivi. Your sister and the Duke Sit . King . There 's new trouble . Rivi. Never so lovingly united ; The pleasant language of their eyes and gestures Doth speake their hearts at peace . King . That would rejoyce me . Enter Duke , Theodosia . Theo. Take us to your love ; All jealousies are banish'd , and we both Breath from one soule . King . My wonder and my joy . Duke . Your pardon . King . Take my bosome . Theo. The misfortune Kept us at distance , was your creatures act . King . The clouds are now remov'd . Rivi. Lord Montalto , Sir . King . Let Musicke speake His deare approach ; we sent for him . Rivi. How 's this : King . Let me intreate you to obscure your persons A while . Exit Duke , Theodosia . Loud Musicke — Enter Guido , Aloisio , Alexio , Andrugio , Octavio , Montalto . King . My Lord y' are welcome to us , very welcome We have kept our word , and finde you have not lost Your confidence ; what a brave armour is An innocent soule ? How like a cocke it bids Defiance to a storme , against whose ribbes The insolent waves , but dash themselves in peeces , And fall and hide their heads in passionate foame , How would a guilty person tremble now , Looke pale , and with his eyes chain'd to the ground Betray his feare of justice . Mont. Where should honour Shine with his pure and native lustre but Where there is such a King , so good , so great , The example and reward ; he must be A rebell twice to vertue that can live To be convinc'd of a dishonour neare Such an instructive goodnesse . King . Where be all his fierce accusers ? Call 'em to his presence , Whom all their envies would destroy . Rivi. So , so ; The King is charm'd . Octav. They are gone upon the first Newes of my Lords returne they vanish'd Sir . Mont. So may all reason fly the brow of innocence : King . T is well said ; but they sha not fly their names ; Reade there just to our thoughts , they apprehended Thee lost in our displeasure ( where 's our sister ) And now they came to be reveng'd Montalto , Vpon our favours . Guid. Right , and please your grace . King . There s something may concerne your want of grace Andrugio , Philoberto . Gives them papers . Mont. We are undone Guido , and I see more Engines are leveld at my fate . Rivi. The King would have your Lordship peruse this . Andr. And these . Rivi. That you may know your friends and enemies . Mont. Lost , lost for ever . Rivi. Sir you know You have obliged the Princesse Theodosia And the Duke to you , and you may presume To use their favours , they are here . Enter Duke , Theodosia . Mont. T were better For me they had no beeing . I did never Expect this ; to accuse me for the death Of Riviero ; but I must obey This fatall revolution . King . Why does Montalto kneele . Mont. I dare not aske your pardon , Onely I beg you would put on a brow Rough as the cause you have to make it frowne , And that may strike me dead without more torment . King . Ingratefull man ? am I rewarded thus , Not onely with my faith abus'd and subjects , But wounding all our honours . Theo. Let him finde your mercy Sir For his offence to me . Enter Simphorosa , Domitilla . King . I must not , dare not pardon ; t were a sinne In me of violence to heaven and justice . Mont. You have beene a Royall Master . King . Take him hence ; His life will draw a scorne upon the Kingdome ; Expect the censure of our lawes you gentlemen ; We onely banish from the court . Gui. Aloi. Alex. You are mercifull . King . Pray and be honest . Rivi. That last will be the greatest pennancē to 'em . King . My passion would be strong but here is one Come to divert the streame ; how is it with My pretty Domitilla ; you and I May change some words in private . Octav. The King is just , and t is within your silence To make Montalto nothing . Rivi. Hee will sinke Apace without that weight upon him ; malice Shall have no share in my revenge . King . And since Montalto Is become incapable , I wo'not marry thee ; that 's a thing too common ? But thou shalt be my mistresse , a preferment Above my first intention ; be wise And entertaine it ; oh the dayes and nights Wee le spend together . Octav. The King 's very pleasant With Domitilla . King . Come kisse me Domitilla ; kisse me now Before all these ; what needs this modesty ; Come let us take in one anothers soule . Dom. Are you the King of Naples . King . So they call me , And if there be a power within that name It shall be thine to make thee glorious , And great above our Queene ; there is no title like unto that our heate and blood creates A mistresse Domitilla . Dom. Are you Sir in earnest ? King . Doe but thou consent , and I Will give thee such a proofe in my embraces Of the delight ; they will not follow us ; I le tell thee more i' th bed-chamber . Dom. I dare Not understand this language , can the King Be impious ; how was my opinion cozen'd Sinne hath deform'd his very shape ; his voyce Hath now no harmony . King . This is but to draw More courtship from me . Dom. Pardon I beseech you ; I have found my errour . King . Will shee yeeld ? Dom. I did consent Too soone to my captivity , Though modesty would not allow me strength To tell you so ; but you have Sir , by what My fond thoughts never did expect , reliev'd me , to make me know my selfe ; and now preserving That duty which I owe you as my King , I call love backe agen , and can looke on Your lusts with a becomming scorne . King . You can . Dom. Yes , and were Naples , Rome , and all the wealth Of Italy laid downe , the great temptation , Thus I would spurne their glories . King . Come this is but the tricke of all your sex ; We know you can dissemble appetite , As if you were not flesh and blood . Dom. Sir give Me leave to goe while I have power to pray for you , Where was I lost ? is there no friend to goodnesse ; Have I contracted such a leprous forme That I have lost all mens defence and charity . Octav. Madam your innocence doth raise in me , Though young , a willing champion , and with My safe obedience to the King , I dare , Armde with the witnesse of her cause , defie The greatest souldier in the world . King . How 's this ? Octav. Sir , in a noble cause , if you to whom In the first place truth flies as to an Altar , Wave her religious defence I dare dye for her . King . You so brave ? to prison with him ; We will correct your saucinesse . Octav. You will grace My first act Sir , and get me same by suffering For so much sweetnesse . Dom. Let not your displeasure Great Sir fall upon him ; revenge what you Call disobedience here . King . You owe much to His confidence ; nor is there any punishment Beyond your love and liking of his boldnesse ; You two should make a marriage with your follies . Octav. Let Domitilla make Octavio So blest . Dom. My Lord you now deserve I should Be yours whom with the hazard of the Kings Anger , and your owne life you have defended ; There is a spring of honour here , and too it i th presence of the King , his Court and Heaven , I dare now give my heart ; nor is 't without My duty to a promise . Octav. Now you make Octavio happy . King . T is to my desires , and I dare wish you joyes ; forgive this practise ; Nay preety Domitilla I did this But to divert more happily thy thoughts of me , who have not paide yet the full tribute To my Cesarias dust ; agen let me Congratulate thy choise in young Octavio , Whose birth and forward vertue will deserve thee ; Brother and sister love , and wish them happinesse . Theo . May all joyes spring within their hearts . Duke . I must present this gentleman to be more knowne to you Octav. I hope you are no enemy to this blessing . Sim . I adde what doth become a most glad mother , blessing to your loves . King . Noble Riviero . Rivi. I live agen by your acknowledgment . Duke . Sir you may trust my testimony ; Alvarez Letter is now an argument of his safety , Who is yet living to increase the guilt Of false Montalto . King . Welcome ; t is thy life That hath revers'd Montaltoes doome , whose sentence Now shall bee onely banishment ; our hearts Are full and sprightly ; nothing wants but to Perfect with holy ceremony , what Your hearts have seal'd ; mirth in each bosome flowes , Distraction never had so sweet a close . FINIS .
THE EPILOGVE . Ovr Poet doth forget his Play ; There is something he would pay Due to your greatnesse , and the day Which by a revolution of the spheare Is proud to open the New yeare . And having look'd on you , hath hid his face , And Chang'd his robe with Starres to grace And light you going to bed , so waite With trembling Lustre on your state . Shine brighter yet , y' are not the same Cleare Lampes you were shine like the name Of him I bow too , while aflame Active , and burning here with pure desires Shall equall the best borrowed fires . May health , the bosomes friend , streame through your blood , And know no ebbe of the chast flood , And though time shift , and yeares renew , May yet the Spring be still in you . May She , whom heaven hath sweetly grac'd And in your noble bosome plac'd , Whose heart by onely yours embrac'd , Hath made one true , and holy Gordian , prove Fruitfull in Children , as in love . And may this faire Top-branch , whose early bloome Doth promise all the fruit can come To vertue , and your name be blest , And live a story to the rest . All Honour with your fame in crease , In your bosome dwell soft peace , And Iustice , the true roote of these ; Wealth be the worst , and out side of your fate ; And may not heaven your life translate , Till for your Royall Master , and this I le , Your deeds have fild a Chronicle , In all that s great , and good , be bold , And every yeare be coppie of the old . FINIS .
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▪ Written by IAMES SHIRLEY . Opbalie Honorable , GEORGE Earle of Kildare , Baron of Ophalie , and Primier Earle of the Kingdome of Ireland Isl●nd my observance to your Lordship , whom this Island acknowledgeth her first native Ornament SHIRLE● humblest of your Lordships servants . IAMES SHIRLEY . rich●gemme _AS a rich gemme enchac'd in gold affords More radiant e●chac'd _AS a rich gemme enchac'd in gold affords More radiant lustre to the neg●ected applauses of the age , But should they a neglected ornament Be soly made the study of the Stage splend●d succeeding times , And thy best vertues prove but splendid crimes . M●RVYN IAMES MERVYN . judg●ment Thalia , Envy shall not sit So high above our judgement , and our wit , As not to give just merit ▪ , And crowne thy Poet with deserved Bayes . Shirley stand forth , and put thy Lawrell Cl●imes which here hath grac'd the publicke view ) Claimes more regard ; I give to all the rest Their Grand● leading voice in censuring it , Whose votes Grand jurors are , and onely have The well knowne Inaug●ration he but censure , none Dare deprave Kings Inauguration ) Say they , what makes the King in his ▪ Freedome on all except himselfe ? contrives . The way for other men to purchase wives men● himselfe ? contrives ▪ The way for other men to purchase wives ? Takes joy to forward a himselfe ? contrives ▪ The way for other men to purchase wives ? Takes joy to forward propagation ●twill praise And faire deservings , have done well , 'twill raise Opinion in the readers , and engage sc●ne goe , I say no purer wit Did ever grace the scene , nay ' it hath in't Expressions of so new n●y say no purer wit Did ever grace the scene , nay ' it hath in't Expressions of so new , and OGLE●Y IOHN OGLEBY ● . ● IOHN OGLEBY OGLEBYE . ●ay fame By this impression , that world may say , What is this Iackson that commends the i● THere are some men doe hold , there is a place Cal'd Limbus Patrum if such have ●eleev'd a member made , That Limbus I could have beleev'd thy braine Where Beamont , Fletcher , Shakespeare tho● that Orbe , as in their former seate . When thou began'st to give thy Master life , Me thought Critricks tempered , that the envious quill And tongue of criticks must both write and say , They never yet FISRT THE FIRST ACT. Andrugi● Florence , Montalto , Octavio , Riviero , Andrugio , Guido , Aloigio , Alexio . Aloigi● , Octavio , Riviero , Andrugio , Guido , Aloigio , Alexio . 〈◊〉 sigh ; she was long since blest ; Cesaria is in heaven ; we are met for joyes ; You were heav●n she was long since blest ; Cesaria is in heaven ; we are met for joyes ; You were not framed ▪ D●●● , b● Madam you must be Lesse faire , and powerfull in tongue , ▪ King . disg●uise But 'tis not mine ; for though I thus disguise My face , and tongue , my heart is my owne ●●ee Have hung upon't , and render the Kings eyes Free to distinguish objects , if there be No ex●rciz'd distinguish objects , if there be No witchcraft exerciz'd upon his senses . ●ourtier it not Becomming the discretion of a young Courtier to observe times and methods ; and when ma●ch methods ; and when Madam Are you for this match ? y●t Provided Matrimony were not farre of ; yet without it There are some Ladies , would wh●t I am but what my brothers love , and vertue Will make shanno● nothing that can move With his consent , I shannot flee to obey . fl●e that can move With his consent , I shannot flee to obey . plea●'d I had forgot ; will you be pleas'd to try The pleasures of a Forrest . bosom● And mine , To dwell for ever in so faire a bosome . h●s some attempts , and courted her , But shee has not understood me ; I must worke By countermine Gentl●man Sir I present this Gentleman to kisse Your hand ; hee's the Dukes secretary aff●ctions ; No brothers were more chain'd in their affections . He did impart much of his bosome to me rev●nge I should grow to write full man , To take revenge upon that polititian , Our Protean favourite vis●it revenge ; how comes it that you live , And visit Sir the Pallace with this freedome ? you My Lord Andrugios knowledge of yon Sir ▪ Is my assurance of your faith . ●ame manage Your selfe to best advantage of your fame And honour ; unto both I am a servant . ▪ Domitilla calls him her secretary for sport ; And wonder of his good parts . ▪ so , I am ; how came you by that knowledge ? same We have your fame at Court Sir . faul● Nor ever would beleeve ; but tis not my fault If the King come in person , Ile not be I● Few words ; there's one I know him not Is little better then a spy upon me ; If you r●yall Such is his royall pleasure ; He is now hunting with the Duke newe● To meete that interpretation , though the newes Come unexpected ; now it will my Lord Become minut● will my Lord Become me to be thrifty of the minute , Their persons being so neare ; you will ▪ growes from some thing like a womans pride , But it becomes you Madam ; I take leave ●each I cannot reach Your meaning . Th● The Court Confine such beauty to a Countrey ▪ Court Confine such beauty to a Countrey house , Live among Hindes , and thicke skind fellowes lust●re diamonds , cause they could not Reach to the lusture of your eyes dissolv'd To angry teares ; ▪ have my choyse , I would live with you Madam , A neighbour to this innocence ; your mother Th● unkinde as not to see the court sometime , The court is come to visit you . do● You have Humbled your selfe too much to doe us honour . Lad●es Shee is worth a world my Lord , What is that Ladies name ? ▪ Like staines , but fit of her perfection , And when is named all goodnesse in her titles ▪ description My Lord , this Lady hath another name , Shee is your mistresse . 〈◊〉 created for some Prince , And can beside her vertues bring a fortune Worth his embrace . embrac● beside her vertues bring a fortune Worth his embrace . Iacam● Bombo , Iacamo . th●y Have they almost dined ? stay , stay a little : ▪ That were a way indeede to be discovered , No , the King shall pardon me ; he has Not ▪ has Not seene me yet for all his cunning . board● the designe , Make worke among the Deale boards , and perhaps Can teach 'em as good language Da●deprat grand businesse to have Mercury Or Venus Dandeprat to usher in Some of the gods that are good ●eene be recovered from the courtiers That have beene appetites upon hunting dinners ; You shannot ●ellow Th'art a good fellow , and this curtesie Shall be remembred . wicket ▪ Leave , leave your wicker, friend weele drinke a cup When thou art ▪ fren● Leave , leave your wicket , frien weele drinke a cup When thou art toth●r toole ; But no good comes of idlenesse — tother cup ; The bottle growes light headed ; how ●osted Wineseller are friends ? I would the Cooke were rosted honest Iacamo 〈◊〉 Enter Iacamo , and Pietro . Co●k● I was thinking of a brace of Cocks just as you came . cov●y I have retriv'd a covey of Partridge for thee . ●eeres And a cup of Greeke wine ; heeres to thee . ea●e learned trencher Which Schollers sometimes eate , Euclid they call it ; In my opinion this ▪ A cup of wine to cleare the passage ; so , Here is as they say Latine ; here is Greeke Domitilla●s My Ladies health , my Lady little Domitillaes health . ▪ Well said ; about , about . forc●d ; well for this favour Gentlemen if I be forc'd to live in court Ile make You all in time D●mitilla Enter King , leads Domitilla . Wh●●●s Wheres the Duke . remov● You may remove a little ; ▪ You have the greater innocence at home , My intents are faire enough , and you may senc● know The word , but never could apply the sence , Or finde it in a passion more then ordinary pl●●s'd Tis language With which you are pleas'd to mocke your humble handmaid . as●ures But this assures him blinde . ▪ of a mistresse One Ile present a servant , why that blush ; The words are not immodest expe●ation Shee shall thinke it fortunate Bove expectation ; you have not vowed your selfe To a cold humble● , Duty takes off the merit of my will And humbles every thought beneath obedience . obedienc● my will And humbles every thought beneath obedience . b●seech Pardon I beseech you Sir , Conceale it yet ; what gentle you● thought , you would Commend to Domitilla , one your love , And pretious to your bosome ; sure op●ns his name shall be reserv'd ; but when it opens It selfe to your knowledge you will honour ▪ You prepare me For wonder , if it be an act of Friendship To me , it voi●e welcome treaty in your person , And every voice and heart is busie with The expectation stame marriage ; Whilst every eye bright with your flame is able To light a Torch to Hymen ; Virgins ▪ from the prospect of your Pallace window , When some faire sky courted your eye to ▪ cloud Creeping as overladen with a storme : Darke as the wombe of night , and with her r●ines not your frighted eyes a light to see The ruines of that flattering day . ▪ I shall , I had in vaine prepard you thus else ; Pardon ▪ Montalto , and returne with this dishonour , Was there no cheaper person to be made Ridiculous ap●er beleeve you should Dispaire to finde one apter to your bosome ; The richest beauty in the 〈◊〉 , your birth And fortune must deserve and I should curse My forward duty to your grace The●dosias Starres , and make you Lord of my whole fate Theodosias heart Sir should be mine , by free Gift ▪ Lighter then ayre in ballance with your grace , If you but chide the ambition , and could ▪ But she let me take freedome to be plaine . ●ay Is not to be reduc'd youle say . ▪ Which I must not betray though to my losse , It is some happinesse to know this early ▪ I am your creature , The King . D●mitilla Enter King , Simphorosa , Domitilla , Guido , Aloisio , Alexio . Guid● Enter King , Simphorosa , Domitilla , Guido , Aloisio , Alexio . hor●● Come , now to horse . 〈…〉 I shall attend ; your entertainement has Oblig'd us Madam . ▪ Now Madam you are a great part of my care , Depend upon me for a husband . plaaine Ist not plaine ▪ ▪ Ist not plaine . leav● Madam another guest must take his leave , That here would choose his pallace . ●ere another guest must take his leave , That here would choose his pallace . stoop● May love ; as great a heart has beene made stoope . me●t your selfe And late your highnesse thought shee meet your person A faire designe of love , with ▪ Of hearts is a lewd thing to wrastle with , I make it my owne case , and if I lov'd c●s● thing to wrastle with ▪ I make it my owne case , and if I lov'd Another Lady better then too●● all beauty , I thinke I should be constant too, it would Be something to remove me . 〈◊〉 constant too●● would Be something to remove me . on●t I will thinke on't ; Meane time let this dwell in that honest ●hilberto Most noble Phillberto , Where is the Duke ? m● Princesse ? shee is in health ; why this to me ▪ Hee is of inward counsell with the Duke ▪ Princesse ? shee is in health ; why this to me , Hee is of inward counsell with the Duke m● will deserve your love ; pray my Lord tell me , And let us be plaine breasted ; you injoy ▪ Made crimson with the blood of a true lover , His will be obey'd , Theodosia shall see m● not neede ; the thought of her will kill me With as much silence as I goe to sleepe appa●ition and my life Remove it selfe like a faire apparition That vanishes to th'eye , and with lesse revish'd impossible , some may Report Theodosia was but ravish'd from me ; Feare of a brothers anger , and Pa●animphs their stalkes , and wither ; Let her gay Paranimphs with rosie Chaplets , Which will take all ●osie and wither ; Let her gay Paranimphs with rosie Chaplets , Which will take all their colour Theodosia●s Invite to bed ; yet there he shall enjoy But Theodosiaes body , and not that As his faire thoughts The●dosia shall I trust him ? if my sense mistake not Theodosia may not be a Virgin . R●vi. Rivi. D●ke Exit Duke . thro●gh I see through Montaltoes soule , and have beene so long Mont altoes I see through Montaltoes soule , and have beene so long tame In my ▪ that did not first concerne your excellence . I would not be ambitious of a blessing But Duk● Lady Were honourd in your thought ; but the Duke of Florence And I shall make no such severe Florenc●● honourd in your thought ; but the Duke of Florence And I shall make no such severe conditions ●e Though it wound my selfe Be arm'd and heare it ; how I blush within ar●'d Though it wound my selfe Be arm'd and heare it ; how I blush within me , To Fl●rence blush within me , To tell your highnesse Florence has transplanted His heart , and all his ▪ , and all his active thoughts are plac'd . Do●itilla On Domitilla . chalnde haire Tie many golden knots , to keepe love chainde ; But these are but suspitions ; he since b●ood ornaments of soule And person as shee is in blood , if my Impartiall thoughts may take so b● Tis too certaine Madam ; I should be A villaine to accuse the Duke unjustly , perfectio●s unworthy of your love that dares Thus valew your perfections , below That Phantome Domicille lo● not Phanto me Thus valew your perfections , below That Phantome Domicille lo● not passion Make you to rash 〈◊〉 valew your perfections , below That Phantome Domitilla lo● not passion Make you to rash in managing lo● perfections , below That Phantome Domicille let not passion Make you to rash in managing c●use not passion Make you to rash in managing a cause , On which depends your fame , compared ▪ Ile study thankes Sir . Montaito Exit Montalto . Domit●lla discerne like trouble , and by starts In Domitilla ; but they are pleas'd with their Remove Where●s Where's the Duke . ●●mbo Domitilla , Bombo . 〈◊〉 You may doe what you will Madam ; put me Into fine clothes , and make an asse fac totums worshipfull , Descended from the house of the fac totums , Lord of the soile , and Cocke of ▪ may be out of feare ; you cannot reade now , Nor set your name to a warrant . writ● And no meane statesmen now when they doe write Their names , doe for their honours so contrive con●●ive write Their names , doe for their honours so contrive it , You can hardly know a nobleman from preserment If you be an enemy to all preferment , Your best way is to leave the world and c●nceale to serve you still and dwell here , So you conceale me from the King ; tis not That I doe owe ▪ be bought for money to walk the Court in , But take your course , and I were at home fortifi●ation There were some fortification to be made Against the Court invasions , coun●●●mines to be made Against the Court invasions , countermines Of sand and Sacke , a man might thrust himselfe dy● not , Have a strong faith , and thou maist dye i'th countrey For all this ; here's my mother sh● ' We sha' not staine his Court ; his sister's but de●●●nt beene Princes , came not to Their state by a descant ; the Heralds know Some were not borne to ●f dreaming of a Queene ; Such wilde interpretation of the Kings Favour to us cannot be made without Spheare● us to containe our thoughts in their Owne Spheare and not to point them upon objects Above charm● my selfe , When I sayd beauty had a power to charme A King ; it might acquit me from suspition Qu●ene servant He may be entertain'd , and were I Queene , Perhaps he should be favorite to both ar● My daughter is transported , sure you are No Queene sweet Domitilla . Montolto Tis a truth , Nor is Montalto yet my favorite . becom●s Welcome to Court ; why so ; this sphere becomes you , Or rather it takes ornament from you m● Admit not every Lord to trouble me ; I will take physicke ; but Ile be observ'd kis●e Madam , Late your rude guest brings me to kisse your hand . Princ● More for hēr honour , shee would mock no Prince I am not lost to Florence yet , though I lov●s That lookes like a faire starre , within loves skie Is falne , and by the scattering of Decla●es falne , and by the scattering of her fires Declares shee has alliance with the earth , Not heavenly m●ane Truth is my witnesse I did meane No ceremonious love , untill I found Her ● I doe grow faint with wonder ; here's enough To blast an apprehension , app●ehension faint with wonder ; here's enough To blast an apprehension , and shoote A quaking through the valiant s●ight such men give not faith to every murmur Or slight intelligence that wounds a Lady In her deare h●nour intelligence that wounds a Lady In her deare honour ; but shee is my sister ; Thinke of that same Contain'd beneath their marble , while their fame Bleeds in my wounded honour art thou still sta●ne wounded honour art thou still My sister without staine ; upon thy chastity Tell me and answer truth servan●● Your grace does honour your unworthy servants ; And if I might beseech one favour more Pardo●● Pardons Why does your grace put on those angry lookes dishonour● impudence advanc'd thy thoughts So high in our dishonour was there none In your owne for me of blood ●here thy thoughts So high in our dishonour was there none In your owne for me of blood fit for ●it was there none In your owne for me of blood fit for your love , But you must flatter your ● ? hopes with one So much above thy birth , though he in frailty Consent to make thee dar●● he in frailty Consent to make thee great , dar'st thou accept it , And with my shame aspite secu●e Doe , or with this I will secure my feares , And stand the malice of all prompt●d I know not by what genius prompted Madam , To live or die , more happily , de●ile soone He may pollute the Sunne beames , or defile ▪ The dew of heaven ere it approach the reasonlesse●it the north starre ; my wonder Will make me reason leste it throwes a poyson On your whole bri●de servant still : in your grace I Injoy the brinde my heart affects ; let me Grow old with ▪ I am your creature , but how this may inflame ▪ The Duke . out by your suspition ; We looke upon you as our destiny ; Prosper as we are faithfull . destimy your suspition ; We looke upon you as out destiny ; Prosper as we are faithfull . excellenct His excellent will conster it our duties . dar● We dare not sit dispute Our masters pleasure . preserre Perhaps there is some cunning ; nay preferre The businesse of the soule , I may presume toun●eu You have not beene of counsell with his conscience ; We doe not use to 〈◊〉 Tis picus , and you three by computation Montaltoes knaves here plac'd , to keepe ha● You not forget my Lord Montalto has Desire to speake with him . Si● You doe amaze my understanding Sir To require I should justifie a tale Made lodging● Lordship tell such a story To Philoberto in my lodgings . date I dare his malice , to affront ; and tis not Done molice I dare his malice , to affront ; and tis not Done like your selfe aff●●●t I dare his malice , to affront ; and tis not Done like your selfe to sully passesse let not passion To Domitilla whom you may possesse , Here after make you so unjust . 〈…〉 this would exalt my rage , But I remember y'are a guest to Naples , Nor would I grieve the genius of my country Drames Drawes a dagger at the Dukeanbarke . Dukeanbarke Drawes a dagger at the Dukes backe . sc● We are proud to see your excellence in health . eace 〈◊〉 We are proud to see your excellence in health . i● Where is the King ? 〈◊〉 A little busle Sir . Duk● Duke . discont●nt His face shewed discontent . ▪ You have done well , it much Concernes my Lord ; his and all circumsp●ction Depends upon't ; continue still your care And circumspection , and while I am within Let none be admitted ●ay Not seene me yet not sha'not ; which Is my way out of this labyrinth . doe● me thinkes this habite Becomes you now ; does it not my Lord . B●m. Bom. su●e of the place , or all Together , but I am sure I am in love , I finde it by the losing Bombe Exit Bombo . c●rtaine passe among things desperate ; Yet were I certaine shee were spotted thus , As tis but a young stain● Darst thou with all this knowledge hide her staine , And marry her ? su●ke me , rather Expresse a storme , and I had sunke beneath The welcome violence , had not your genim I have it , And thanke my better genius I have it , Such a reward Montalto that 〈◊〉 measured With what we reach the starres , or fadome Seas ; Oh he thats active in a state pr●ud Tis true ; and therefore I am proud in this that I can teach thee looke Into silen●d , their tongues before By thy great power silenc'd , joyne in faction Complaine , discover ru●● you service in the other ignorance , Then ruine a desperate hazard in this knowledge ; Some Princes● it sinne , and capitall enough To have the Princess favour , which once lost Though but in suspition con●●●cuous decree , Thy triumph in't ; thy goodnesse thus conspicuous Renders thee loved , and fit for Theodosia consin'de to his Chamber , Where our will is , he be confin'de untill Our pleasure further knowne . Dake How the Duke ? 〈◊〉 oblation rich , and me who am Encourag'd by your vertue , to present you With something of more tri●ll my errour to beleeve you meant Other then triall of me , or could fall To any thought beneath conlent of me , by my owne vow , Without his free consent never to marry . ●ight injur'd , Theodosia ; In am resolv'd , this night Ile steale from Naples . ●ea●e Theodosia ; In am resolv'd , this night Ile steale from Naples . hi●de Nay doe not hide your face my Lord ; it will Appeare as fresh sonles loves , Montaltoes practise to divide our soules . sweetnefle You cannot be so mercifull ; or else This sweetnesse is put on to enlarge my guilt , When we be'reveng'd compar'd ; dare you beleeve I can repent and be' revenged . ●ye● Vpon my selfe , for suffering my eyes To wander from this sweetnesse . stat●●e flourishing Oake For his extent of Branches , stature , growth , The darling and the Idoll of ●hooke Whose awefull nod the under trees adore , Shooke by a tempest , and throwne downe must need need● Shooke by a tempest , and throwne downe must need Submit his curled head and full growne limbes ●ubmit by a tempest , and throwne downe must need Submit his curled head and full growne limbes , ●o his curled head and full growne limbes , To every common Axe , be patient , while the ●he To every common Axe , be patient , while the tortures put to every joynt the Sawes and ●nd the tortures put to every joynt the Sawes and engines , making with their very noyse the ●he and engines , making with their very noyse the Forrests groane and tremble ; but not one Rivi●ro And you Speake here the tragicke story of Riviero , Whose honest soule for not complying with 〈◊〉 This letter sent to Alvarez , Whose treacherous Physicke purg'd his soule away , Is too Andrugi● Andrugio . Rivi▪ Rivi. Octa● Exit Andr. Octav ▪ ▪ Exit Andr. Octav . repre sentative destroy another attribute , Which shewes whose representative we are ; Mercy becomes a King ; too much Simphor●sa Enter Simphorosa . fortun● Sir By your command , before his change of fortune , But shee tooke no delight to heare him D mitilla Tell me then , Is Domitilla vertuous ? sh●e Is shee exceeding vertuous ; is shee most Divinely chast ; can shee doe more be'very more then blush At wanton sounds ; will shee be very angry At an immodest offer , and be gestutes ; The pleasant language of their eyes and gestures Doth speake their hearts at peace . cr●atures misfortune Kept us at distance , was your creatures act . obscute Let me intreate you to obscure your persons A while . Lond Loud Musicke — Enter Guido , Aloisio , Alexio ●ocke armour is An innocent soule ? How like a cocke it bids Defiance to a storme , against whose passion 〈…〉 peeces , And fall and hide their heads in passionate How would a guilty person tremble now 〈…〉 And fall and hide their heads in passion foame, How would a guilty person tremble now , 〈◊〉 tremble now , Looke pale , and with his eyes chain'd to the ground Betray his feare of justice 〈…〉 Where should honour Shine with his pure and native lustre but Where there is such a King , so good , so 〈◊〉 and reward ; he must be A rebell twice to vertue that can live To be convinc'd of a dishonour accusets Where be all his fierce accusers ? Call 'em to his presence , Whom all their 〈◊〉 are gone upon the first Newes of my Lords returne they vanish'd Sir . ▪ may all reason fly the brow of innocence : Mont▪ Mont. D●ke Enter Duke , Theodosia . ! Ingratefull man ? am I rewarded thus ▪ Not onely with my faith ▪ Ingratefull man ! am I rewarded thus , Not onely with my faith abus'd and subjects Simphor●sa Enter Simphorosa , Domitilla . o●r upon the Kingdome ; Expect the censure of our lawes you gentlemen ▪ We onely banish from ▪ Expect the censure of our lawes you gentlemen ; We onely banish from the court . w●ll That last will be the greatest 〈…〉 〈…〉 That last will be the greatest pennancē to 'em. that● become incapable , I wo'not marry thee ; thats a thing too common ? But thou shalt be my ●ike great above our Queene ; there is no title like unto that our heate and blood creates A 〈◊〉 Of the delight ; they will not follow us ; Ile tell thee more i'th bed-chamber . ▪ I dare Not understand this language , can the King Be impious ; how was my opinion 〈◊〉 My Lord you now deserve I should Be yours whom with the hazard of the Kings Anger ●th There is a spring of honour here , and too it Ith presence of the King , his Court and Heaven 〈◊〉 presence of the King , his Court and Heaven , I dare now give my heart ; nor is't without ●nd Tis to my desires , and I dare wish you joyes ; forgive this practise ●ay wish you joyes ; forgive this practise ; Nay preety Domitilla I did this ●ut to divert ●ut practise ; ●ay preety Domitilla I did this But to divert more happily thy thoughts of me ●f this ●ut to divert more happily thy thoughts of me , who have not paide yet the full tribute 〈◊〉 , who have not paide yet the full tribute To my Cesarias dust ; agen let me Congratulate ●ongratulate tribute To my Cesarias dust ; agen let me Congratulate thy choise in young Octavio , Whose birth ●hose Congratulate thy choise in young Octavio , Whose birth and forward vertue will deserve thee ●other birth and forward vertue will deserve thee ; Brother and sister love , and wish them happinesse ▪ FINIS .