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Scene 2.

The Princess Eumena with Zisania and other waiters above at a window.
Castrophilus Funeral Triumph attended by Ludaster, Ambigamor, Gratianus, Libranus, Serverus, Fidelius and others.
Eu.
Is that Ludaster follows next the Hearse?

Zis.
Madam it is: The Ornament of our Age:

Eu.
Th'excellence of his Form and Grace compar'd
Unto his Fame, could hardly be mistook
By whom ne're seen; Both are so singular.

Zis.
Hath not your Highness seen him formerly?

Eu.
Not within bounds of perfect Memory.

Zis.
So Time in me had slight Impressions rac'd,
To her self.
Had not ev'n then, Love plac't his Figure here.

Lu.
What silent Extasie hath seiz'd this place:
Can Joy nor Grief expresse a sense of Life?

Amb.
Sure the security we bring hath rac't
The Mem'ry of Past, and fear of Future Ills,
And, now, as useless hath intomb'd them both
Without a monument, in Neglect and
Ingratitude.

Gra.
Where are those glittering Pageants, who were wont
With fauning Ceremony to come and gaze
On her with wonder they durst never seem
To court, but with a distance of reproach?
Is the Aborde of victory become
Less agreeable, exposing thus the path
That to her leads in this sad Testimony.

An Attend.
Your faith in me, my Lords, may plead excuse
For them you seem to blame, when I shall shew
'Tis not their inclination doth restraine
The Peoples Hearts to publish their Respects,
But a severe injunction from the Lord
Protector.

Lu.
My jealousie craves pardon,
Obedience is the ground of civil Rule,
Which, thus prevailing 'bove Affection,
Formes them both worthy and susceptible
Of their ensuing greatness.

Serjeant at Armes ent. meets the Hearse.
Ser.
In our Dread Soveraigns name, authorized
By vertue of our Lord Protector's Order,
Castrophilus of the Segusian Force
Late General, I do Arrest for Treason.

Lu.
With a more powerful guid possess me Heav'n!
Than what but meerly doth distinguish man
From Beast! I may restrain the wildness of
My Passion, which swells to a Distemper,
High as their Fury: Reason is too weak.
Or if not for our Safety, for your Truth,
Least vainly we conclude ye have forsook
Unguarded Innocence.

Draws his Sword.
Gra.
Shall we have toyl'd his Honour to preserve
When yet alive, not vindicate his Fame
Now Dead?

Lu.
This nor becomes your Duty, nor your Love;
Guilt puts on force: Vertue waves violence.
Our wrongs to the Prescription of the Laws
Prin at a window.
Must here give place.

Gra.
It is the curse of Arms to raise a pow'r
Puts up his Sword.
In Form, must suppress theirs in Right:
Sr. my rudeness will be I hope excus'd
By my Integrity. Which would advise
To provide timely for security.
Indignities are offered to the Dead
Obliquely but reflect upon the Living.

Eu.
What mystery masks this disorder?

To Lud.
An Attend.
The Princes Sr.

To the Pr.
Lu.
With a respect low as my obedience,
Madam, your vassal doth present your Grace,
From this sad Relique of Fidelity,
A Balsome to preserve your Beauty fresh
Against th'assaults of Age; smoothing your thoughts
With soft tranquility; which else perhaps
The anxious burden of your State would with
Their churlish Summons soon precipitate;
A work so laden with fertility,
The feeble stock sunk under the support,
Whose Monuments Epitaph him dignifies
Your Peace and Glories grateful sacrifice.

Eu.
How powerfully work the charms of Love.
To her self.
Ludaster. Acceptance and Acknowledgement,
Too meanly speak my Gratitude in thanks.
Maturity of time shall it invest
With fairer Ornaments I'th' interim know
I must divide my Interests with yours,
And in th'exchange participate of both;
You of my Glory to moderate your Grief;
I of your Grief to moderate my Glory.
Whose price with a new Triall I'de redeem,
Though the Event were to be doubtfull made
By his declining from the Action.
But why, Ludaster, this interruption
Of your Obsequies?

Lu.
Madam, the wayes of mischief are
Too crooked and obscure for erect thoughts
To penetrate; and leaves who should inform
Lost in a silent Labyrinth of wonder.
Yet thus much doth th'Infancy discover;
Mallice endeavours to stir up a cloud
Might smother vertues memory,
Seising the sacred Ashes of the Dead
For a pretended crime of Treason.

Eu.
This subject might an anger have provok't,
Had not thy Fathers long approved Faith
Shook off the levity of this ground, with scorn
In every mans belief that hath but heard
The empty Accents of his name.

Lu.
Yet bears the charge an appearance of Guilt,
Till by your Laws 'tis clear'd, for whose free course
I must appeal your Grace, the Sanctuary
Of Innocence.

Eu.
Though my youths Immaturity as yet,
Suspend me from th'advantage of my Birth:
I must procure, what Justice cann't deny,
To punish the suggestors of this infamy,
For which attend our Order

Lu.
Your Highness Birth and Goodness doubly do
Intitle you to our Obedience.

Ex.