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Actus Quintus.

Enter VALERIO.
What a Devil ails the General!
I have observ'd in him of late a strange and uncouth
Carriage to his near attendants:
His looks distracted, and his words compos'd
With strange disturbance—Sure all is not well:
But I'le observe—

Enter Titus, crosses the stage, and exit with an angry look upon Valerio.
Val.
Death, what should this mean?

Enter Nicanor.
Ni.
Valerio? Well met; saw'st thou the General lately?

Val.
Yes, I have seen him lately,
Heaven bless me from the sight of him agen.

Ni.
Why man, what's the matter?

Val.
Whats the matter!
Why a has star'd me into such a strange distemper,
I shall not be my self this hour agen.
A looks—like Vulcan, when his fiery face
Looks red (with rage) upon the Rival God:
A walks—by sembreefs, with such stately gait,
As if a scorn'd to tread on Cesars Earth.
A speaks—by riddles, and such strange enigmae's,
that sure 'two'd pose old Oedipus to answer.
Hast not thou seen him in this musty mood?

Ni.
Yes, yes, yes, I have seen him, and felt him too,
Pox on's fingers for't.
He askt me last night what store was in the Magazine:
I told him—about a Months provision.
A steps him back—and stares—and stamps—and says—
What?—Is't possible?—, No more?
Why dost not speak?—No more, I say?
Art sure there is no more? Death woo't not speak?
and then his truncheon walks; s'fut had I not warded wel
I had been mall'd, I knew not what to say;
And then a call'd me sot, and went his way.

Va.
Now by this hand I am lighter by a Roman dram,
to hear thee in for a share too:
Why now I could sing, or daunce,
Or rime, or jest, or do any thing.
Stand, stand thou here, and I will act the General.
And do thou speak to me as if he were in presence.

Ni.
Content.

Val.
Nicanor!

Ni.
My Lord.

Val.
Come hither:
What store of prisoners were taken in the skirmish?

Ni.
My Lord—

Ni.
My Lord! what nothing but my Lord!
Souns, must I dance attendance on your answer.
Strikes him.
Now sir—what my Lord?—

Ni.
Souns, what d'ye strike me?

Va.
Fye, fye, vilely spoken, very vilely spoken,
Ask his Lordship why a strikes?
Why this favours of too much arrogance,
and woo'd incense him beyond measure:
Ye should rather have said, My Lord,
I am sorry I have trespast on your patience,
Or I crave your Lordships pardon for my dulness,
Or the like.

Ni.
Pox a patience, and your Lordship too,
Why did ye strike me so hard?

Val.
Out upon't, worse and worse by this light,
Limit his Lordship how hard to strike!
Why this were to tell his Lordship what to do,
How to command, and where to punish:
this woo'd not be endur'd.

Ni.
I prethee leave thy jesting,
Or by this light I shall fall out in earnest,
and let your Lordship know I am displeased.

Val.
Well I have done; but prethee canst thou tell
the cause of this distemper?
For in himself (what e're hath alter'd him)
He is a Captain of as mild a nature,
As brave Command, and of as sweet converse,
as Rome hath ever bred.

Ni.
Faith I am ignorant, nor can I judge the cause.
But—

Val.
Peace, the General.

Enter Titus.
Ti.
Valerio!

Val.
My Lord?

Ti.
Come hither; nearer—yet nearer—nearer yet I say,
Souns, must I trumpet my Oration?
Or dost thou think my throat's an Organ-pipe?
There has been lately a great out-rage done
within the Camp; know you ought of it?

Val.
Not I my Lord.

Ti.
Take heed I trap thee not, upon thy life take heed:
By Heaven if I do—
I say agen, there has been lately acted
A most inhumane murder—on the Jews—
the Captive Jews that fled to us for mercy;
Know'st thou ought yet?

V.
My Lord, I know not ought, nor ought have everheard
of this inhumane act.

Ti.
Nor you? why dost not speak? speak I say.
Death, if I ask agen—

Ni.
My Lord, Nor I.

Ti.
Nor I!—what nor I?
Death, are ye so sparing of your speech sir?
Take heed I do not frame an answer for thee;
By Heaven if I do, 'twill cost thee dear the penning.

Ni.
My gracious Lord—

Ti.
Comma.

Ni.
I am—

Ti.
Comma.

Ni.
Altogether—

Ti.
Colon.

Ni.
Ignorant—

Ti.
Period. Troth I believe thee.

Ni.
Of this proceeding:

Ti.
What's all this put together now?

Ni.
My Lord!

Ti.
My contumelious Coxcomb,
Why was not this mishapen answer given
without distraction? If thy soul be clear,
Why did thy guilty looks proclaim thee evil?
Why didst thou vail the face of honesty,
and innocence, within the mask of fear?
Thou wert begotten sure in some distraction,
When Nature was disturb'd to get a man:
Go—get thee hence, and get more Faith—but yet
look to't, look to't I say, for if I find thee guilty,
thy life shall pay the ransome of thy sin:
Go—get thee hence—stay, read that,
going away.
and read it out.
He reads.
A Catalogue of the Massacre of the Captive Captive Jews, who fled to us for mercy
Vnder Valerio's Squadron, four hundred.
Vnder Nicanor's, five hundred.
Murdred out of the camp and ript for their Jewels
VVhich they had swallowed for fear of rifling eleven hundred;
The whole number amounting to two thousand.

Ni.
This is strange my Lord.

Gives him the Paper.
Ti.
Yes, 'tis wondrous strange that we
Whose Princely-Valour, Power and Clemency
the world admires, should be so foul abus'd,
Abus'd by you, by you I say abus'd,
And say't agen: Death—if, twere not so,
who durst attempt? attempt! durst think to do
An act so foul, so most inhumane?
Have we not given the sole command to you?
and you to do what you think fit?
And must we have our Honor now traduc't,
Trampled, and trod upon, through your neglect?
Must we, when we have past our princely word
For fair protection, have our Subjects snatcht
By such discorder from our Princely bosom?
By heaven this is not well; I say it is not,
Look too't: look too't, I say, I hear no more of this,
For by a Romans honour if I do—go to I say, look too't:

Va.
Now by my life but this is wondrous strange,
Exit
Two thousand Jews destroi'd and we not know't:

Ni.
Tis so; nor can I blame the General
To be distemperd. But now the storm is over,
Let us by strict inquiry search the truth:
Perchance he may be mis-inform'd, and we abus'd:

Va.
Content, let us about it.

Exeunt
Enter the Lady Miriam with a knife in her hand.
How tedious are our daies of miseries,
And yet how breese the means to cut them off?
What multitudes of Wretched dayes and nights,
In whose each minute the affrighted soul
Lives on the wrack of grief and discontent,
Who'd this smal instrument of death dispatch:
And why do I then; VVretched I, protract
My dayes of misery?
I'st not enough that I have liv'd to see
My parents slain by native crueltie?
My countrey Sackt? and my religion Scorn'd,
My self forsaken, and my stripling live
To ask me food, and I not so food to give?
Can I have brains to know, and wil to do,
Reason to judge, and hands to help me too,
And still procrastinate my daies of wo:
Doo't Miriam, doo't I say, it must be so:
Goes to stab her self
VVhat ist that barrocadoes back mine arm
Nor will, nor brain, nor heart, nor hand are mine;
All stand subjected to a power divine.
Tush—I am deceived;
Henceforward I nor God, nor good wil know:
Religion is a thing fantasticall,
And heaven and hell are meer Poeticall:
Hence coward fear, tis thou that dost command
Mine arm to slack. thou makst my shaking hand
Let fall the fatal instrument of death:
I will no more be subject to thy Law
But in a minute—
Goes to stab her self agen
Alas how cruell mercifull am I,
To free my self from sad calamity,
And leave my pretty child to suffer more,
Ile kill him first—and that once bravely done,
Ile kill the mother that has kild her son:
Enter boy
How swift occasion tempt us to do evil?
See where the stripling comes,
How pretily a looks upon me: and must I doo't?
Was ever mother so unatural?
Shee weeps
And yet I must.
My pretty boy: art thou not very sick for want of meat?

Boy.
Yes, very sick indeed, and feeble too;
So feeble, I have much adoe to go.

La.
Had'st thou not rather die, then live
In this extremity?

Boy.
Alas good mother, I am loath to die,
I wood fain live to see you get some food.

La.
would'st therefore live, my boy, Why thou shalt be my food:
When I have kill'd thee, I will feed on thee.

Boy:
Good God forbid such Crueltie.
I hope you do not mean to kill me mother

La.
Yes, my sweet Lamb, look; heres the knife prepar'd.

Boy.
Nay then I see I shall be kill'd indeed:
Alass what have I done, what deed so foul
To make you so unkinde?
Weeps
Indeed I did not think you could have been so cruell.

La.
How prettily a talks.

Boy.
have I forgotten ought of those respects
That duty binds me too. Or through forgetfulness
Not done that service which you did command;
Is this the cause? O hold, pray hold your hand:
Kneels
My duty shall observe ye ten times more
Then ever my obedience did before.

Weeps agen
La.
How hard a pleads for life; the Gentle Phrase
Begins to mollifie my cruell breast.
In what a sad dilemma stands my choise:
Affection bids me spare; affliction strike:
Nor can I well approve? nor yet dislike—
Of either—Something must be done:
Forgive me heaven, for I must kill my Son.

Boy.
O—I am Kill'd indeed, farewell.

She stabs him
La.
That well sound's ill:—tis done—it may be no,
For still a sturs, and sturs—but now tis done indeed.
Come take him up?—and Quarter him—and then
Invite the cruell Captain to a feast,
That they may see a mother eat her Son,
She takes him up. and Exit.
And kill her self before the feast be done.
Come take him up I say.
Enter Eleazer with his sleeves stript up to the Elbowes, with two Attendants following.
I have washt, and washt, and washt, and cannot wash this blood away:

Att.
What blood my Lord?

Elea.
The blood of batts put out thine eyes:
Doo'st thou not see how red, and fresh it lookes?
Tis very hot too: reaking hot; so hot
It Scaldes the cunduit pipes of life,
Fryes all my vitalls into Ætna's flames,
And makes a bonfire of my burning heart.
My Spoongy bellows that were wont to blow
Cool fannings to my bodies center,
Are Suffocate with Sulphrous heat. no crany left
To cool a tortur'd Soul.
Go fetch me Vulcans bellows, they'l doo't sure;
Or—if not they,
I'll force a passage through this house of clay,
and let in air

Att.
Lay hands upon him till the fit be past.

E.
These flaming Lampes burn red with fury rage
To feel my marrow broil; my singed scull
Reverberates the fury to my brain,
And makes me mad. All this whole mass of man
Is metamorphis'd to confusion.
Hurry me strait unto the Eolean cave,
That Boreas may bore me through and through
There shall ye see this active torrid Zone
Tug for the mastry with the windy King;
That fire with air, and air with fire may burn,
Till fire and air do into Chaos turn.

The devil sure's a rare Doctor: of ancient standing too. I'le have
him sent for, and—to bid him welcome a shall break his fast with
braines, twill be a rare breakfast, they are already frying in my scull.
For—to have them cookt in a Kitchin-pan woo'd shew poor, and not
Suit with his greatness? But let the Mercurian messenger make hast,
they will be fry'd too much else, and then all's not worth a button.
Hark—hark—hark—how the furies laugh to see me tortur'd See—
See—See. where they come from Erebus—There's Megara, Alecto, there
Tisiphone? ho ho ho ho: thats not she, tis some bastard fury made of
Air to cheat my fancy. I am abused, Ile not indur't:

Can you inky King
Cure my black soul? my soul, I there's the thing.

Att.
See now the fit is past
How temperate he walks. With what a serious eye
A views the heaven, and then the earth: and then
Himself with wonder: As if heaven and earth
VVere there infused: See now a starts agen,
I fear another fit.

Elea.
The soul's the thing indeed, this but a reaking dunghil:
Stay: what i'st made of? tis extracted sure
From the pure Essence of refined air,
Puff'd—for when the wind is gone,
Commend me to the Carrion carcass.
There's nothing left but meat for mistress maggot.
Of your Philosophers, give me Pythagoras,
For all the rest are fools: meer fools: dee mark me Sir,
Why may not this same windy soul of mine,
Make musick in a musty midwife?
Or in a mouldy bawd: O—twoo'd do rare in her:
twoo'd make her mumpe out mischiefs by the dozen:
Marry—of all your beasts—I wood not be
A post horse: Souns then I should be trotted,
and trotted, and trotted to the devil:
No, no, no, Ile no poast horse.
Enter his Fathers Ghost in white.
Room, room, room for the miller:
Mas now I think ont, tis as bad to be mil horse:
For he goes round about, and round about,
goes round his Father
And round about—

Ghost.
Fool: thou art posting to the stage of death!
Adiew, adiew, adiew: expect thy doom.

Exit:
Eleaz.
by this light a rare miller.
Wo, ho, ho, wo, ho, ho: Miller, Miller.

Exit
Atten.
We must not leave him.

Exeunt.
Enter Jehocanan and Simeon upon the Walls:
Sim.
their valour yet lives fresh within the walls:
They man the breaches bravely.

Je.
Call ye this valour, meer dunghil cocks by heaven,
S'fut, put a Coward in the face of death,
Extremity of fear will make him fight,
Fight Valiantly too. Give me the man
That mans a breach in breaking through the rancks
Of Romans foes, their Courages dismaid,
the walls will man themselves.

A trumpet sounds, and Enter Joseph in Compleat Arms:
Jo.
My honored Lords, and deerest Countrymen,
From the right noble Titus I am come
to Offer mercy. Ah! my worthy friends,
Even on my knees I beg you to imbrace it.

Jeho.
Bring forth the rack and torture the old ruffin.

Gorion brought out and put on the rack:
Jo.
hold—hold—O hold. Let not your fury fall
On those decreppid lims, for heavens fake hold,
And here but Joseph speak.

Sim.
Fortune him I say.

Go:
Oh—O—O—

Jo.
Tortures and torments and endless vex your Souls:
O hold—yet hold, for heavens love hold, not yet:
Must I indure to see those Sinews stretcht,
And not relieve them Must I basely beg,
And kneel? and supplicate: and not be heard?
Wrack on—wrack on I say! thou cruell wretch:
Tear the distressed Carcass from the soul,
And send it up to heaven to cry for vengeance:
Agen they torture him. O I am tortured too,
And torne in peices with the spectacles.
Villains, tormentors, Rebells.

Go:
oh—O—O—

Go.
Oh—

they beat him down with a stone.
S.
Forsake the walls, and take him.

Enter Jehochanan and Simeon at one door, and Valerio and Nicanor as another, they repulse the Jewish Captains, and Joseph riseth.
Va.
How fares Josephus?

Io.
Hurt my good friends, I thank you for this rescue
they lead him away and Exeunt
Enter Zareck.
Lord Elazer's mad: there's my revenge on him.
A comes, a comes:
Now the sport begins.
Enter Eleazer.
My conscience is a bawling curr?
Buz, buz, buz: Hee's gone, hee's gone?
Ile, creep, and creep, and creep away,
And then I'le laugh to think how I have gulld him.
Enter his two Atten.
Whist; whist, whist, and catch a mouse.
Zareck?

Za.
My Lord?

E.
For heavens love help me, Zareck:

Za.
Why, what's the matter now?

E.
O vengeance, I am pesterd with a Rascal beyond measure:
A knocks, and knocks, and knocks, both day and night
to speak with me, and will have no denyal.

Za.
VVho i'st, who i'st my Lord?

E.
A Sooty fellow, black, exceeding black:
And wonderous lean too. Very lean, and hungry.
And but e'ne now I stole, and stole away:
Could ye but get a truce for some—:—three dayes,
VVe woo'd be wonderous merry, Zareck:

Za.
Methinks we should prevail:
Let's sooth him in this humour, and we shall have excellent sport anon.

Atten.
Content, content:

Za.
My Lord, I'le warrant ye, let me alone to deal with him.

El:
Ye must be wondrous earnest, for I tell ye, he's a pestilent knave:
Tell him at three day rend. I'l hear him all;
Mean while. I'le hide me here:
Behinde the orras:
st'st'st: Zareck: if a ask for me,
Exit Za.
Be sure thou dost not tell him where I am.
Stand close stand close. hah. whats that.

Att.
A ratt behinde the hangings.

Elea.
A comes, a comes, a comes.

Enter Za. coms out soft.
Att.
Be not afraid my Lord; tis Zareck comes:

Za.
Tis done my Lord I warrant ye.

E.
For three whole dayes.

Za.
For three whole dayes.

E.
And nights.

Za.
And nights.

El.
Gramerrcy boy, Ifaith.
There were three fidlers at a fray,
For scraping of their strings in tway,
And jenkin jobson ran away,
With hay tralolly lolly.
Methinkes it were a rare thing to be a Jig-maker.
Come shall wee dance-shall we dance? hay-hay.

2 Att.
Certainly a will fall into as much extremity of mirth.

Za.
I told ye wee should have rare sport anon.

E.
Excellent good I faith, twill do passing well.
Hark ye boyes, hark ye. I have excellent crotchets in my head.

Za.
What be they, what be they?

E.
Musical, musical crotchets, my bullyes;
And therefore I'l have a noise of fidlers dwell there
To run division? wilt not do rare my boyes?

Za.
O passing rare my Lord.

E.
Very good, and then—

1 Att.
What then.

E.
And then will I turn ballet-singer.
You shall carry my pack, and you
I'l think of some imployment worthy your deserts.
Will not this be fine Ifaith? hah. speak.

2 Att.
very fine, very fine.

E.
And then wee'l sing, and laugh conscience out of countenance;
Fare ye well: fare ye wel, my boys.

Exit.
Za.
If a should mee his conscience by the way now,
We should have an old racket with him.

1 Att.
No, no, hee'l be wholly taken vp now with making ditties,
Most inexpressible ditties. we shal have such fustian when we meet him next

2 Att.
Death, I'l lay my life 'tis he.

E. Bounces at the door.
Za.
Did not I prejudicate the issue?
What will become of us now?
What shall we do?

knocks agen.
Elea.
Ope the door, ope the door, ye musty rascalls.

Att.
If we ope not the door hee'l break it ope,
And then a will be ten times worse.

Za.
Stay, is there no trick to pacify his fury?
Hum—I have found out one I think will doo't.

Att.
What i'st: what i'st?

Za.
There dwells a fellow not far off:

knocks agen.
Elea.
Rake-hells: hell hounds: ope the door.

Att.
By and by:

Za.
Whose Meager looks will surely couzen him:
He is in all description like his conscience:
A wears black too, him wee'l produce fast bound
To give him satisfaction.

knocks agen.
Elea.
Rogues, Rascalls, Cheaters:

Za.
Come ope the door, ope the door.

Enter Eleazer.
Za.
Why how now my Lord, what's the matter?

E.
My conscience slaves: my conscience.

Za.
Has a been at home; has a been at home since?

E.
You, you, you, know a has: You know a has rascalls.

Za.
O perfidious conscience, how did a swear to us
Not to mollest him till the time expir'd.
My Lord, my Lord, have but a little patience,
And if I bring him not fast bound—

E.
'Vm—if you do not bandogs
Exeunt: & E. pulls back ont.
Nay, nay, nay; you shall be pawn'd for the reckoning:
I, I, I, wil so Jerk ye, if a brings him not,
I will have thee cut out into a town-top, and whipt;
And—Petrusio's skin shall make scourges.

Att.
Any thing: any thing my Lord: do with me what ye will:
But woo'd I were fairly quit: pray heaven they bring the fellow.

E.
Nay, nay, nay, I wool doo't, and to purpose too.

Att.
See, see my lord: see where a comes.

they bring one bound
E.
Hah: is a fast: is a fast bound?

Att.
I warrant ye, fear not.

E.
Look too't?

Za.
come foreward man, fear nothing.

Pet.
Why do's a gape so, will a not bite?

Za.
No, no, no, I warrant thee,

P.
I am peslance affraid of my nose it hang: but by the Skin,
If a should but touch it, 'twere utterly lost.

Elea.
Fury, why dost thou hunt me?

Pe.
What must I say now?

Za.
Say, for food.

P.
For food.

Eleaz.
For food? what food will fill thy hungry maw?

P.
Let me alone to answer now? Pouderd-beef.

Elea.
I will have him shut up a Cramming, wilt not do well Zareck?

Za.
Exceeding well:

Elea.
And then I will make him a chopping boy.

Pee.
O rare! does a speak in earnest trow?

Elea.
Petrusio: I will have him sed with chopt hay:
And then I will cut him out in steaks for my breakfast.

Poe:
A had better feed upon Cow-beef: for I shall eat monstrous tuff.

E.
Away with him Zareck; ho, ho, ho, I have him fast now.
Exeunt all three with Peter:
I'st Petrusio:

Att.
My Lord?

E.
Feed him with a Pitchfork, least a bite thee by the fingers.
Ho, ho, ho, I have caught the woodcock in a string.
Exit.
A Table brought out, and spread, and Enter Peter.
We have rare cheer towards Ifaith,
And I am monsterous sharp set,
But I am pestelence affraid of these same hungry Captains;
If they should invite themselves to dinner now,
What woo'd become of me?
One knocks.
Heres one come already, Ile lay my life on't,
who knocks there?

Ie.
Ope the door, sirrah.

Pe:
Tis he; tis he: I know him by his terrible voice:
Madam-madam lady madam;
Heres my lord Iochy come a gen.

Ie.
Ope the door I say.

Pe:
By and by;

Knocks agen.
P.
now is the edg of mine appetite as dul as a beetle.
Hay, hay; heres a whole rabblement of captains:
Why madam-lady.
One knocks at tother door.
I must ope the door, or els they'l break my pate agen.

Opens the door.
Enter L. Iehochanan.
Ie.
Rost-meat; rost-meat-I smel rost-meat.

P.
Pox a your quick sent—by and by.

Knocks agen, and opens the door.
Enter Simion.
S.
Death, I am almost starv'd. A share, a share.
I cry a share. this fellow smells of fat,
they draw: Layes hold on him
Of pretious fat; sirrah confess, confess.
What hast thou dress to day?

Ie.
Thou smelst of roast-meat: slave, where ist?
Where ist I say? for I wool have it all.

Pe.
They'l eat me up between um sure.

S.
Thou sha't take me too then; Rascal, go fetch it me.

P.
If they don't eat me up, they'l pull me in peeces.
Oh-Oh-I wool Sir, I wool Sir.

Enter Eleazer with his rapier drawn.
E.
Give me some food, you hungry Canniballs.

Pe.
Heres another, here's another.

Ie.
Keep off thou frantick fool.

Pe.
Why Madam, Lady; look to the
Rost-meat. the Captains; the captains.

Exit.
Ie.
Minion Come down; come down I say, or by my life
Ile fetch thee down.

L: Mir.
Patience my Lord I pray, and you shall see
She drawes her Window curten.
That Miriam has reserv'd a part for you;
A plenteous part, enough to feast ye all.

E.
There stands the queen of heaven: what ho! Cinthia.
Enter the Lady.
Bring forth the bak't meats: Come Lords, sit ye down,
Pe: Brings a Py
Ile feed ye with such Cates so rare, and delicate,
And of such sturring nature, you will wonder,
When you shal feel their powerfull operation.
See! theres a hand for you; for you a foot;
For you my Lord the heart, the pretious heart.
Now-good my Lords fall to; fall to I pray.

Elea.
The heart is raw-and bloudy, Ile not eat it:
It sturrs-it sturrs—

Rises
Lady
What sturs?

Elea.
My fathers heart, Ile not endure to see't.

Exit.
Pet.
I have a monstrous quame come over my stomack now.

Lady.
What; not a bitt my Lord? Ah, my beloved sonn!
She weeps.
How sweet and pleasing was thy Company,
Whilst thou wert yet alive? and even in death,
Thou still art sweet and pretious; for by thee
These Cruell, Captains are become my friends,
By the I am sustain'd: and kept alive.

Sim.
I am amaz'd:

Rise all.
Ie.
Fare thee well, thou wretched woman;

Exeunt softly.
Lady.
For shame my Lords, let not a womans heart
Out-brave a soldiers: dare ye not taste a bit?
Was't not your Cruelty that caus'd me kill him?
She Weeps.
And will ye then refuse to eat a part?

Exit.
Peter.
Now have I a conceit, that some thing sturrs in my belly.
I am in travail sure: for my stomack wambles and wambles,
And I shall be deliver'd on't ere long.
Exit Pe.

Drums beat, and they fight within.
Enter Eleazer.
E.
where art thou Cæsar, where art thou Cæsar?
Ile sight with none but Cæsar.
Enter Val.
Here comes Achilles, brave Achilles:
They fight and E: falls.
O—I am fal'n for Ever.

Enter Lo: Iehochanan: wounded.
Ie.
Give fire to the Temple; give fire to the Temple.

Exit
The Temple fir'd, and enter Titus.
Ti.
Forbear, forbear, ye cursed wretches; to destroy
Those sacred walls,—how glorious they appear!
O ye rebellious Slaves! how dare ye tempt
So Great a Deity? By all the gods it burns, it burns;
The raving fire has seiz'd the battlements.
Horrors and vengeance, plagues and punnishments
Seiz on your stubborn souls; it burns, it burns afresh;
The heavens are angry sure, they chide with me.
Thunder.
Forbear-Forbear, thou flaming firmament,
To chide Vespatians sonn; for tis not he
Hath done thee this dishonor.

Exit.
Thunder: Enter Simion, his rap: drawn, with a robe and a crown vnder his arme.
S.
Sure the black mantle of the Memphitists,
That muzled once the face of Egypt aire:
The dreadfull darkness of Cimmerian foggs,
Whose neighbour nation to the frozen pole,
For ever's banisht from the Glimps of light:
Nor hel it self, nor ought. (if ought there be)
More dark then hell, can be more horrible—
Then is this dreadfull night, this night of death.
I heard a mighty voice within the Temple cry,
Come away, come away; Let us depart from hence.
Strange apparitions have been seen by many:
Sure Heaven, and Earth, and hell have all conspir'd
Our ruin. I am amaz'd. within this darkesome dale
There is a secret cave will shelter me.
Feels about, and Enters the cave
Tis here. this strange disguise perchance may save my life.
Enter Iehocha: his rapier drawn.
This way, or that, I know not which to take;
I am persued one every side, I will take this.

Exit.
Enter Valerio and Nicanor.
Va.
The two Seditious Captains are escapt,
But sure they cannot long conceal themselves,
Extremity of hunger will betray them.
Where is the Generall?

Ni.
Retreating to his tent, and wondrous sad
To see the ruins of the Sacred Temple.

Va.
Hee's of a noble nature; prethy Nicanor
Let us invent some pleasing way
To Cure him of his discontent.

Ni.
With all my heart: let us present the Maske
We late intended.

Va.
Happily thought of; woe will ha'te to night.

Ni.
Content; content.

Enter Simeon out of the Cave, with a Robe vpon him, and a Crown on his head.
Va.
Defend me heaven! what apparition's that?

Ni.
Hah:—let's speak to it.

Simi.
Extremity of hunger has compel'd
Me to reveal my self:
This strange disguise perchance may save my life:
The Romans are afraid.

Beckons them.
Va.
A beckons us; let us go near:
What art thou, that dost wear those Kingly Robes?

Sim.
I am of Sacred Linage Romans;
Sprung from the Kings of Iuda; shelter'd here
To save my life. Conduct me to your Lord the General.

Ni.
Lay hands upon him: Now by my life tis Simeon.
Come Villain, wee'l conduct thee to the General.

Va.
Now By this hand thi. prize was finely caught:
Exeunt, and drag him along
This wool please Titus well.

Enter a Drum cover'd with black, beating a sad Retreat; two follow with black pendants: Than enter Titus, Gorion, and Joseph, with attendants.
Titus.
Come good old man, now on a Romans word
Thou art welcome, nobly welcome:
Come sit down, sit there; nay I will have it so.
Sits by Titus
trust me I joy to se thee safe at liberty.

Gor.
Thanks to my honor'd Lord.

Tit.
How fares thy aged Wife?

Gor.
Shee's well, my gracious Lord,
But somewhat weak with long imprisonment.

Tit.
O my Josephus! how I grieve to see
the ruines of thy fair Jerusalem:
But as it is, I give the sacred power
to be dispos'd by thee.

Jos.
Thanks, my most honored Lord.

Tit.
Thy Father is grown old, and will desire
to spend his days in peace.
A flourish from within.
What means that Musick?

Exit Joseph and comes in agen.
Jos.
Thy Captains, gracious Prince, desire to shew
thee some pastime.

Tit.

We do accept it, give them entrance:
'twill rellish well to pass our discontent.

THE MASQVE.
Enter Time bearing an Escutcheon, six Roman Champions crown'd with Lawrel follow, each bears an Escutcheon: Jehochanan and Simeon follow guarded: Time presents his Escutcheon to the General.
Tit.

What's here? six Roman Champions leading the world captive;
the Motto: Not one, but all: subscrib'd.

Times winged speed doth here present
Six Moral Virtue's fair Event.
Six Roman Champions, whilst they live,
to these Six Virtues harbour give.

The Champions present their Escutcheons in order.
Tit.

Piety pourtraied in a black Manile, in her less hand a Stork, an Embleme
of reciprocal love, her right arme stretchs over an Altar, with a sword
in her hand, to shew her resolution for Religion: the Motto, Semper eadem.

Your inventions have done well to give this Virtue priority,
For 'tis the Basis of our glorious actions:
the firm foundation that our Numa laid
When first a did ordain the Vestal-sites:
It would have been more proper had ye limm'd her
Smiling, and pointing to a sumptuous house
Built on the rowling sand: the Motto this,
Sine me peris imperisa: well, the next.

Temperance decipher'd in a white Robe, with a sober countenance, in her
left hand a Cornucopia, with this Motto, In abundantia abstemio: the
next.

Chastity pictur'd in a green Robe, a Lion couching by her file, the points
to a Lilly: the Motto, Pares nos sumus.

Friendship binding a fardle of sticks together: the Motto, Concordia
regnaflorent.

Constancy depainted in a purple Robe, her left: hand pointing to the Moon,
her right to her Bosom: the Motto, Mutabile quicquid extra, nil intus.

Patience limm'd in a Violet Robe, pointing to—mee: Hah, is't not so
'tis so: the Motto, Dispares nos sumus, and under, Sat cito si sat bene:

This was a good conceit, it likes me passing well:
For now I see, my Lords, yee will not flatter me;
Well, I'le indevour to amend it, Lords:
Come, now to your sports.

Musick, and they dance: the Mask ended, Time presents the Prisoners, and exeunt.
Jehoch.
Mercy, my gracious Lord.

The Prisoners kneel.
Titus.
What stately Prisoner's hee, that wears the Diadem.

Jo.
My honor'd Lord, this is the cruel Simeon;
And this Jehochanan.

Tit.
What! art sure tis he?

Jo.
Most certain, mighty Prince.

Sim.
Mercy, my honor'd Lord.

Tit.
Look down, look down, ye powers above, and see
the basest scum of all mortality.
Is't possible to see the Villains kneel,
And beg?
Seaven daies together let the Slaves be led
In triumph; to be mockt, and scorn'd, and kickt;
And each day tortur'd to extremity,
then put them to an ignominious death.

Si.
Curses and plagues reward thee.

Exeunt Prisoners and Guard.
Ti.
Now worthy Gorion thou hast liv'd to see
thy self reveng'd of all thine injury.

Gor.
Ah my good Lord! I joy not in revenge,
that I must leave to heaven.

Shout within.
Ti.
Enquire the cause of that shout.

1. Attendant.
More prisoners brought, my Lord.

Ti.
Let them have entrance.

Enter Officers leading Zareck and the Lady Miriam Prisoners, another following leading Peter with an halter about his neck, the Lady weeps.
1. Officer.

Come along Sir, come along; you have no stomach to
go too't.

Pees.

I have more stomach beha'fe to eat, if I had some vittails: hark
ye Sir, pray do not pull too hard, least ye pull my head off; it's held on
by nothing but skin and dry bones, the marrow is wasted long since; I
believe I shall never hold the hanging.

Tit.
What Lady's that, whose sad behaviour speaks such discontent?

Gor.
Ah Noble Titus, to relate the story
Of her sad fate, will prove a task too weighty
For a woful breast to utter—
Let others speak her sad calamity,
Weeps.
For me it is enough to weep her misery.

Titus.
Rise up distressed woman: by all that's good,
Lady Kneels.
I joy not in so sad a spectacle.
Tell me thy cause of grievance: If there be
A way to make thee happy, leave it to me,
And I will see thee righted.

Lady.
A way to make me happy? ay me poor wretch:
the world to me is a distastfull thing,
Full of affrighting Objects: pensive thoughts and fears,
Horrors, amazements, anguish, greefe and tears,
Attend my restless hours: no room is left
For the least hope of comfort: no starting hole
to ease the torture of a wearied soul.

She weeps
Ti.
Know'st thou this Lady, Ioseph.

Io.
My honor'd Lord, this is the Lady Miriam:
Extracted from a noble family:
the sad Epitome of grief and misery:
the wofull mother of a murther'd son.

Titus.
Murther'd? by whom?

Lady Miriam.

By me, by this accursed arme, entombed here
within the wretched womb that gave it life.

She weeps
Peter.

Me thinks I feel a great toe stir in my
stomack now.

Lady.
Ah my dear son! thy wounds bleed fresh
In my remembrance: the bloudy act
Sits sad upon my soul : affrights my guilty breast,
Distracts my working brain: Iustice, my Lord:
I cry for Justice against my cruel self,
And must not be denied it.

She weeps
Titus.
The vnpleasing Spectacle disturbs me,
Lead her away, and see her safely kept,
And gently vs'd; let wariest eyes
Attend her actions, least shee offer
Violence to her unhappy self.

La.
Were I at liberty for that, I would not linger out
a moment; I hate to live, and yet I fear to dy
By mine own hand; for Heavens love let me—

Titus.
Lead her away; and comfort her.

Lady.
Ah! be not so vnkind: can ye for pitty see
a Caitiff on the wrack of misery,
and not relieve her.

Weeps.
Gorion.
Passion I fear will overcom me,
if she persist in this extremity.

Lady.
Open a passage to my guilty soul,
and send it to eternal vengeance—or if there be
one drop of mercy left for misery,
post me to heaven to begg it—

Weeps
Titus.
My soul relents to see thy sad condition.

Peter.
Thats old gray-beard, that was led a way
Eyes Gorion.
by me to tortures, if he remembers me,
I go to pot: 'if Madam, Lady, Madam,
Speak a good word for me.

Titus.
What's he that wears that livery of Death?

Gorion.
A servant to the Lady Miriam, the very same
that led my aged limbs to torture,
but by cumpulsion of the rebel Iews:
I therefore humbly beg his pardon.

Peter.
I, I, I, must to't, now a has spy'd me.

Titus.
Come hither sirrah.

Peter.
Now I go, now I go, now I go, Lady, madam:

Titus.
Although I know thee to be guilty of an offence
Deserving death; yet for thy Ladies sake,
And this good man's, I give thee life and liberty:
Loose him, and leave him to his lady's service:
See thou be careful of her preservation.

Lady.
Ay me most miserable.

They take the Halter off.
Peter.
O rare! now could I leap out of my skin for Joy.
Come away Madam, come away:
the sight of the halter makes my stomack wamble.
Come away, I say.

Zareck.
A ha, ha, ha, ha; Confusion play thy part,
And hatch up mischeif to the highest strain
Of mans invention.

Titus.
What daring prisoner's he,
Whose uncouth laughter scorns at misery?

Iosephus.
The most unheard of piece of villany
that ever Nature gave a being to:
this is that cursed wretch that blew the coles
Of hot dissention 'twixt the Citizens:
that murdred the high Priest, and promted on
the three seditious Captains to ambition;
that rob'd this wretched Lady, and gave fire
to Jewries sacred temple.

Titus.
Villain, What saist thou for thy self?
Is all this true?

Peter.
A broke my pate too.

Za.
Ha, ha, ha,—all this! all this and ten times more
all this is nothing, not the thousand part
Of my unknown designs: did'st thou but know
the danger that is in me, thou wouldst not venture me
So near thy person.

Titus.
Halter him, and lead him to the wrack.
Let him be tortur'd with the greatest rigour
Can be invented.

They halter him.
Za.
Ha ha ha ha—Could'st thou devise
As many tortures as have e're bin born
By all the sons of Adam; thus wood I slight
Spurns at it.
Both them and thee.—

Tit.
I shall unmask this hellish bravery:
Lead him away, I say.

Zar.
Thou canst not, Roman, in spight of cruelty,
Zareck will triump in the Victory.

Officers.
Come along Sir, come along.

Pet.
Hark yee Sir, when ye begin to cry Oh—
Remember whose pate yee broke, Sir.

Zar.
Peace, Babler.

Exeunt Officers with Zareck.
Tit.
Come honor'd friends, upon a Romans word
Ye're nobly welcome: let not Jewrys fall
Descends his throne.
Dismay your Princely hearts: Romes General
Will find a way to raise your ruin'd State.
The gods are just; we must submit to fate:
Take care of that distressed Lady.

Pet.
Now do I long to see the Captains at it.

Exeunt omnes, the Lady weeping.