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Actus quinti,

Scena prima.

A Banquet set forth: Then enter Polidacre, Antiphila, Servants and Musitians.
Pol.
You will pardon a sudden entertainment.

Ant.
I hope we need not complement.

Pol.
You do instruct me.
Sit down (my sweet Antiphila) and taste.
Fill wine:
All health and happiness to you (dear Mistris.)

Ant.
A true return of loyal thanks.

Pol.
Play a more merry tune: I do abhor
What ever relisheth of melancholy.
Sing, the spheres are dull—
Apply it to your self that best deserve it.


Ant.
Tis pretty.

Pol.
Reiterate again your yielding, Lady,
And once more let your breath perfume those words.

Ant.
Sir, I am yours.

Pol.
And I my fair Antiphila's, your tongue
Hath made me happy.

Ant.
May your joy last long.

Exeunt omnes

Scena secunda.

Enter Philander and Rosinda in womens apparel.
Phi.
How glad I am to see you like your self!
Dear mother; pardon an excess of joy.

Ros.
Such signes of true affection need no pardon.

Enter a servant.
Ser.
Sir, here's a Letter for you.

Phi.
For me! from whom? the hand resolves me;
Present my service to the Lady that sent it.
Tell her, ere long I will come kiss her hands.

Ser.
I will Sir.
Exit servus.

Phi.
Mother, I writ unto Antiphila,
And did desire her (for guerdon of my love)
To hold me second in her thoughts, and (if
She married not my father) to have me.

Ros.
She may perform
What she believ'd would never come to pass.

The Letter.

Sir , I confess I am not contracted, and that I
told you so to make you desist. I should be exceeding
ungrateful to deny you so small a request. There
is nothing hinders me from being yours, but your Father:
And I solemnly vow unto you, that (if I have not
him) you shall have me. But let not this beget any hope
in you; for (if I be not his) it shall be his refusal. Let
it onely manifest so much, that (had I never seen him)
I could have lov'd you most truly. I pray you, let this
suffice, and use me so. Choose another Mistris, and let
me be her second: You will love me well enough, if
you love another better. Farewell.

Your Fathers Antiphila.

Ros.
What writ you to her (Son) concerning her
Professing a contract betwixt us two?

Phi.
That in my rage I met with Tandorix,
And offer'd to bereave him of his life;
Who thereupon did vow he was a woman,
And for a Gentleman cal'd Perimont,
(Who often had deni'd to marry her)
That habit did assume, thereby to learn
More easily what did prevent her joy,
And whether he affected any other.
Thus I your being kept unknown.

Rosin.
I'me gald you did so.

Phi.
You do well, Mother, to wear a mask: you shall
Thereby be sure to be conceal'd untill
You find the fittest opportunity
Your self (unto my Father) to reveal.

Exeunt Ambo.

Scena Tertia.

Enter Falorus solus.
Fal.
What will become of me (unfortunate man)
Who needs must live in fire, or live in shame?
I know not what to speak nor what to do,
Both fear and grief do so confound my sences:
I fear to wrong Carionil so much
As to be traiterous against our friendship;
And griefs unsufferable endure for the
Fairest of Ladies, incomparable Lucora:
I would she had been kind unto my friend,
Unto him then I never had prov'd false;
Nor will I: I will rather search out frozen
Climates, and lie whole nights on hills of Ice,
Or rather will take powerfull potions, and sleep
Out those unpleasant houres I have to live;
But then I shall not see that beauty: who
But senceless frantickes would have thoughts so poor?
My reason forsakes the government of this
Weak frame, and I am falne into disorder.
Oh! I could sigh my body into air,
And weep't into a Lake, if merciless nature
Had made it of a substance suitable
Unto my wish now: methinks I could level
A Promontory into a Province, and tread
The centre through to read the destinies
Of southern stars, and bless their fortunes that
Are born under their light; for (I am confident)
Their influences are more mild then ours.
There is no other Fate can fall on me
Shall awe me now; I will be proud and daring
As the ambitious waves, when wrathful blasts
Of Northern windes do hoist them violently
Against the highest cloudes, and rather will
Destroy my self then wrong Carionil.
Exit Falorus.

Scena quarta.

Enter Cleanthe in womans apparel, and Phygionis.
Cle.
And serv'd my sister well to leave her so.

Phy.
How much (dear Madam) have you impoverished
Mens eies, by hiding your perfections
In their apparel? indeed I flatter not,
I do not know the Lady owns so much beauty.

Cle.
If my Carionil will like me, then
I shall attain the end of my desires:
May I appear but lovely in his eye,
And what I seem in others I will slight.
But (good Phygionis) tell me I prethee
In your affection what success you have.
Is Nentis won, or do you hope she will?

Phy.
She's mine, we are contracted.

Cle.
Joy wait on you,
And make your lives of many years pass pleasant.
Is it not ten? are all the clocks grown envious
Against my bliss, and will not let me know
How nigh his coming is? for I esteem
My self most happy in his company.

Enter Carionil like himself.
Car.
This is the place Anclethe nam'd.

Phy.
Madam he's here.

Cle.
Befriend me my good stars!

Car.
Here is a Lady and a matchless one!
Wood two years since I had beheld this beauty,
When first I came from Spain and had my heart free,
Then many a sad day had been merry unto me,
For unto her Lucora should have yielded.
Sweet Lady, you that are the fairest creature
Nature did ever form, vouchsafe so much
Of happiness unto me as to give
Me liberty to touch your lips—do you
Kisses her.
Know me? and have your ears ere heard
So poor a name as is Carionil?
But I am much mistook; you are not she
Whom here I was to meet: I needs must doubt
The fates did not intend me such a joy.

Cle.
I am.

Car.
Deceiv'd Pythagoras! hadst thou but dream't
The sweetness of this voice, the musick of
The Spheres thou never hadst recorded. Speak,
Fairest and best of Ladies, let me hear
If you have so unmatch'd a pity in you
As to look on me with a friendly eye.
Can you love me?

Cle.
Most noble Sir, I do most violently.

Car.
If that to live with you detain'd me not,
I should be griev'd that my joy for so great
A fortune did not stupifie my senses,
And cast me into an eternal sleep.
Where is Anclethe? he is much to blame
In not attending you.

Cle.
Whom speak you of dear Sir?

Car.
My boy.

Cle.
I do not know a boy of that name truly:
Nor (I think) is there.

Car.
You do amaze me.

Cle.
You may believe me, Sir, for I am he.

Car.
Wonders in Riddles!

Cle.
I am your Page Anclethe, and sister to
Lucora, who for love attended you
Disguis'd, because (I found) for the great enmity
Between our families) my father never
Would give me where I would bestow my self.

Car.
Your Nurse did steal you when you was a child?

Cle.
Most true: This gentleman her son, my friend,
Occasioned my escape, by giving me
A knowledge of my birth. His true relation
Can vindicate me from suspicion.

Car.
I need it not:
Were you not she (as I believe you are)
And mean of birth, I should account my self
A gainer by you. Sir, you have done that
Hath plac'd you in my heart among those friends
For whose sakes I my life will sacrifice.

Phi.
My Lord, you do indebt me to your service:
In your acquaintance I shall be most honour'd.

Cle.
Sir, if you please he will relate my Story.

Car.
By no means: keep it for your father, when
You do disclose your self. But can you pardon
Those incivilities I did commit
When you was Anclethe?

Cle.
Wrong not your self: you did make more of me
Then I deserv'd, or could.

Car.
But why, my sweet Cleanthe, would you not
Let me know who you was before?

Cle.
Dear Sir, I saw how violent you was
In your affection to my careless sister,
And had no hope you would leave her for me:
And (if you did obtain her) meant to do
What my disastrous fate should prompt me to.

Car.
Sweetest of all your sex.

Cle.
But (if you never got her, and orecame
Her obstinacy) to declare my self;
If not (but Love had triumph'd in your fall)
I'de not have liv'd to see your Funeral.

Car.
The Gods requite this goodness, and make me worthy
Of you, my dear Cleanthe; I contract
My self upon your lips: which we will perfect
Ere you own publikely your Father, for
The enmity will make him charge you otherwise.

Cle.
I pray you let us.

Car.
A thousand thanks, come shall we walk (fair Mistress)?

Cle.
Conclusions fair the fates to them do give
Who constant in their loves, and faithful live.

Enter Falorus.
Car.
Stay, dear Cleanthe, here is my friend, he shall
Partake my joy; well met my best Falorus.

Fal.
It seems you are not Tucapelo now:
Where is Lucora? have you married her?

Car.
No, I have not, friend.

Fal.
Refrain:
I am your enemy, embrace me not,
Receive my sword, and peace this heart (Carionil.)

Gives his sword.
Car.
He hath not yet descri'd you:
Withdraw a little (dear Mistress) Sir, I pray you
To bear her company, for who can tell
What in this phrensie he may do?

Exeunt Cle. Phy.
Cle.
Hereabouts we will await your leisure.

Car.
What ailes my friend? let me but know the man
Is cause of this disorder in you, and
He shall not see the gray-ey'd morning break
From th' oriental Mountains any more:
Let me partake of that unwieldy grief
Hath bowd my friend so much beneath himself.

Fal.
Leave complements Carionil, and make
A passage for my soul, that it may leave
So vile a habitation as this body;
And (when I'me dead) rip out my heart and in't
Survey my fault, for I want words, and have
Not impudence enough to tell it you.

Car.
O what might be the cause this matchless frame
And worthiest Cabinet that ever man
Inclos'd his secrets in, is so disturb'd!
Noble Falorus, think to whom you speak,
It is Carionil, whose life you do
Make burthenous to him by the suspicion
Of wronging him whom you have ever lov'd.

Fal.
You do deceive your self; I lately have
Transgres'd against our league of amity:
If you desire to be a happy man,
And to enjoy what most you seek, be kind
Unto your self, and run my body through.

Car.
Can I be happy and Falorus dead!
No, I should live a desolater life
Then ere the strictest Anchorite hath done,
And wear my body to an Anatome,
For real sorrow at such a dire mishap:
Live then (my friend) and may you number daies
Until Arithmetick grow faint, and leave you.

Fal.
You know not how much hurt you wish your self.
Would you torment me twice? If not, forget
Falorus utterly, and let me dye.

Car.
I understand you not.

Fal.
Would you have me blast my own fame by speaking
My fault? And have me Executioner
Unto my self?

Car.
Release your Soul of all her griefes, and say
From whence your sorrows have original.
Have you not oft told me of my impatiency?
Give me now leave to be as plain with you:
The angry winds never enrag'd the seas
So much as some small grief hath done my friend.
I do conjure you by our former loves
(For sure not long since we were friends indeed)
To let me know why you are thus distemper'd:
I do not fear but I shall free you from
This passion so precipitate and dangerous.

Fal.
You are most good, and get your self, Carionil,
A name above the ablest character,
None (like it) can decipher you; and would
I alwayes had continued Falorus,
Then I yet had remain'd your friend. But (if
You needs will know the reason of my fury)
Draw out the sword, that (when you have receiv'd it)
Your hand, and not your words may strike me dead.

Car.
Be not importun'd longer; ease your heart:
For (credit me) I grieve to see you thus.

Fal.
I am in love, suppose the rest, and kill me.

Car.
VVith Lucora?

Fal.
Too true, now curse me into dust, and with
Your breath disperse me into aire: but spare me,
Chide me not for my falshood, and inflict
But one punishment on me, and be that the sword;
Yet hear me speak one word or two before.
I have not woo'd her, nor have sought performance
Of that free promise that her father made me,
But faithfully have temporiz'd with him;
Nor did I willingly consent unto
This passion, it did seise me violently.

Car.
Be you more calme, take her (Falorus) you have
A liberty for me, I speak in earnest.

Fal.
Then all is well, return my sword (dear friend)
Carionil, I will not hinder thee: Gives him his sword.

My name shall not be blasted in thy sighes;
Fall worthless man, tis pity I should live.

Offers to kill himself.
Car.
VVhat mean you (my Falorus?) for heavens sake leave,
And your own light rashly extinguish not:
I for Lucora do not care, and have
All my affection unto her recal'd,
And am engag'd unto another Lady;
I stole her from her chamber in my disguise,
And then (bethinking me how she had us'd me)
I told her that I would not have a Lady
VVho would prefer a Moor before me. Her
Slighting of me made me to leave her so.

Fal.
Is this not policy to delay my death?

Car.
If ere you found me false, believe me not.

Fal.
It then is true?

Car.
Most true, Falorus.

Fal.
Licence me (friend) now to embrace you; well met
(Carionil) and welcomer indeed
Then ever yet man was unto me: I
Will live and owe my life unto you, and (when
You please) I for your sake will lay it down:
Freely I may Lucora now adore;
And (rather then to lose her) I will try
All waies that are contain'd in policie.

Car.
But say she never will consent?

Fal.
I am
Most confident she will to please her Father:
But (if she should not) I could suffer it;
'Twas not my Love made me thus passionate,
It was because in it I wronged you.

Car.
Did you not marke (when you did see me first)
A joy unusual sit upon my brow?

Fal.
I had so much of sorrow in my heart,
That with it all my sences were possest.

Car.
But you perceiv'd I had left my disguise;
What out of it did you collect?

Fal.
I thought
Lucora had descri'd you, and you had
A peremptory denial to your suit.

Enter Cleanthe and Phyginois.
Cle.
Sir, seeing you had made a fair conclusion,
And measuring each minute for an hour
Until I were with you, I rudely come
Uncal'd for to you.

Car.
Ever most welcome my Cleanthe; friend,
This is the Lady I did mention to you,
She was Anclethe, but is sister to
The Mistress of your thoughts, and cal'd Cleanthe,
Whom long since all her friends believed lost,
And have these many years left mourning for.

Fal.
A strange discovery and admirable!

Car.
Some other time command the history;
This mutually among our selves we'l spend.

Fal.
Lady, account me servant to your vertues,
And you, Sir, may command Falorus alwaies.

Phy.
Your love will honour me (most noble Lord.)

Cle.
Sir, I for you will intercession make
Unto my sister, and do hope shall prosper:
I will make known how much you are her servant,
And what affection my ears have witnessed;
For I (unseen to you) did hear what pass'd.

Fal.
You will oblige me everlastingly.

Car.
Now let us walk.

Fal.
Whosoever loyal friendship doth regard,
With fair events the Gods will him reward.

Exeunt omnes.

Scena quinta.

Enter Iaques solus.
Iaq.

I have a Licence for my Lady, & the brave gallant
Master Lorece, But it cost too much a conscience,

I wood a writ five times as much for halfe I gave
for it: But t'is the fashion among great ones, so
they have their wills they care not at how dear
a rate they buy them. This marriage is like
Christmas, when it comes it brings good cheer
with't, we have fat Venison, hold belly hold:
and wine I am sure we shall want none, for the
Vintner had twenty pounds on me this morning.
I ha bespoke a merry company of Fidlers;
O they are boon fellows! and there will be old
dancing, for I mean to sweat my doublet quite
through ere I leave.

Enter Lorece and Vandona.

Madam, her'es the License your Worships sent me
for, the Parson and this will make all sure.

Lor.

Tis well done Iaques, for this, be thou the
Neptune of the Cellar, raise a tempest, and drown
whoever doth go down the staires;

Like old Silenus behave thy self.

Van.

When we have din'd, lets go to my Lord Polidacres,
and invite that house.

Lor.

We will (my dear Widow.)

Iaq.

Twill be a merry time I see.

Exeunt Omnes.

Scena sexta.

Enter Polidacre, Lucora, Antiphila, and Nentis.
Ant.
I wonder we have not seen the Ethiopian Lord today.

Pol.
He'l not be long absent.
Lucora, thou hast my heart for thy consent:
Falorus is a worthy Gentleman,
And one of an approved fashion,
He doth deserve a Princess; my Lucora,
I know his nature is most noble, else
I would not move thee for him, and (although
The time is not expir'd) will you steal
So much from age, and be his wife? I long
To see thee well bestow'd.

Luc.
VVhat ere you please t'command I will perform.

Enter Falorus.
Pol.
Here is Falorus! welcome my Lord, I shall
Shortly say my son; my daughter I have won,
And when I please, unto you she will give
Away her self.

Fal.
You are most noble:
But can you (fairest Lady) look so low
As is Falorus? can there be such a vertue
Of rare humility within you, that
You thus confer affection upon me?

Luc.
My Lord, my father desires to make me yours;
And I have learnt so much obedience,
As willingly to do what he commands.

Fal.
I wish I could (most excellent Lucora)
Thanke you in all the languages are worth
Your dear attention, you have made me so
Exceeding happy, I envy not his wealth
That ownes the inhaustible mines of fam'd Peru.

Luco.
I thank you for this love, and have a hope
Requite you Sir.

Fal.
My joy hath dul'd my senses.

Enter Lorece, Vandona, and Jaques.
Lor.
Now brother! have I not ended happily?
Vandona is my own: We onely want
The ceremony Eclesiastical.
My Lord, I am your servant.

Fal.
I have a Mistris got, the richest beauty
Great Brittain ever was renowned for.

Lor.
Much, very much y faith; have you won her
For whom hopeful Carionil did dye?

Fal.
I won her not (Lorece) her fathers desire
Meeting with her consent, have made her mine.

Van.

Sister, you have been a stranger to me, I pray
you be not so.

Nen.
You shall see me oftner.

Lor.
Thou maist be Mercury, and I will glory
Thou art my brother.

Van.
Madam, I'm very glad to meet you here.

Ant.
And I as joyful of your company.

Enter Carionil, Cleanthe, and Phygionis.
Lor.
Wonders! Carionil's alive again, and here.

Pol.
For some strange end he did give forth his death:
But what yong beauteous Ladie's that?

Luc.
It is a face worthy of admiration.

Pol.
Rise Lady: kneel not unto me.

She kneels.
Cle.
Then I were most unfit to be your Child.

Pol.
How! my daughter that was lost?

Clea.
Yes my Lord, and beg your blessing.

Pol.
May the good heavens make of thee (my daughter)
(If you be she) an old and happy woman.

Luc.
I am a Sister to you: Spare some time
For me to shew how much I do rejoyce
At this unlook'd for good: none of your kin
(Fair Sister) are more glad then I to see you,
Whom we had never hope to see: I am
Most proud to be alli'd unto
So excellent a creature as you are.

Clea.
I am most joyful of your love.

Ant.
We are most glad to see you safe.

Van.
As if you were our Sister.

Clea.
My thanks (sweet Ladies)

Pol.
Dearest Cleanthe, confirm thy father in
His joy: relate thy life, that out of it
I may grow confident thou art my daughter.

Phy.
Lady, leave that to me: My Lord (and if
You with her silence can so long dispence)
I would do that.

Clean.
He is my Nurses Son, to whom (my Lord)
I owe all thanks for my escape.

Pol.
Sir, when you please you may begin.

Nen.
What, not a gentleman! I am undone,
But must be secret in't.

—Aside.
Phy.
My Lord.
This Ladies Nurse, my mother, had a Sonne
Older then the Lady Cleanthe is by seven years;
Whom she did love so extraordinarily,
That for his sake she foulely er'd from vertue:
She thought it was an easie thing for her
(If that their lives attained to those years)
To make your daughter wife unto her son;
Which is the cause she privily escap'd.

Pol.
Most strange!

Phy.
By chance I heard this of my brother, who
Told me (against my mothers strict command)
What a great marriage he should have, and that
Cleanthe was the daughter of a Lord,
Your Honours child,
Whom all we thought but of a mean descent:
(For she had won the country to believe
That she did find her in the open field:)
I pittying her hard chance, did tell her all,
And promis'd her I would attend upon her,
Until she had her parents happy made
With knowledge of her safety.

Cle.
The rest I must relate:
Dear Sir, be kind, and (if I have done ought
You shall dislike) pardon my first offence;
I was no sooner come to town, but saw
This noble Gentleman, with whom so violently
I fell in love, that for his sake (pray pardon me)
My own apparel I did lay away,
And did become his Page: And (when I did
Disclose my self) he kindly did requite me.
In brief we are contracted,
I did not well without you to do thus;
But your forgiveness, Sir, I cannot doubt:
He told me that there was a difference
Between our families, and therefore you
(If your consent was ask'd) would never yield.

Iaq.

Wood I were it'h Cellar, I care not for these
drie and tedious tales.

Pol.
Whether I should or no I cannot tell,
But I am glad that it hath chanced thus;
This match an ancient discord will conclude,
And may the Gods be favourable to it.

Car.
Most Worthy Lord, my faithful thankes.

Phy.
Here also is a ring which by
Your Father (my Lord Falorus) was given her,
When at the Font he for her answer'd;
She wo'rt about her neck when she was stolne.

Pol.
I know it well, and am confident
Thou art my lost Cleanthe: Be his wife,
And may the heavens make up the match most fortunate.
Carionil, I now am glad I have
A man so honour'd to my son in law.

Car.
My Lord (if that I can perform my will)
You never shall repent your daughters choice.

Pol.
I do not doubt I shall. Now I would know
Why your death was reported.

Car.
I was in love long which your eldest daughter,
The fair Lucora, but could never win her;
Brought almost to despair I did assume
The habit and colour of a Negro.

Pol.
Then you was Tucapelo.

Car.
I was indeed:
Knowing she had refus'd the greatest Marriages,
And many of the handsomest of the Kingdome,
I fully did believe she never would
Like any man of this Complexion,
And therefore feign'd my self an Ethiopian.
But first gave out my death, and that unto
My self I had done violence, for her.

Luc.
Surely, he will not do so unworthily
As to make mention of my fond affection.

Aside.
Car.
But all could not prevail.

Luco.
I am glad he ends so.

—Aside.
Cario.
And therefore I desisted wholly: which when
Anclethe saw (my sweet Cleanthe now)
She did disclose her self.

Polid.
I do perceive the Heavens intended you
Should reconcile our Families.

Iaq.
Her's love, and love agen: I wood some body would love me.

Luco.
My dear Sister, you must not think me rude
Because I do express my love so fully.

Poli.
Be my Carionil;
All that are mine respect this Lady: For
I do intend to make her so.

Car.
We are her Servants, and most joyfully
Shall kneel unto a Lady of her vertues.

Enter Philander, and Rosinda.
Fal.
What Lady's that?

Car.
She's masked, and I cannot guess.

Pol.
Philander, this Lady is thy Sister, the lost Cleanthe.

Phi.
Grow not to weak, my body, to contain
My soul within thee at these joyes:
Fair Sister, I am glad that I can name
So beauteous a Lady as you are so;
For you the heavens be thanked.

Pol.
Carionil's alive, and must be styl'd your brother,
Cleanthe him hath chose:
Perfect thy joyes (Philander) when thou wilt,
And hear their Histories;
This Lady you must call mother.

Phil.
But I must not.

Poli.
How!

Phil.
This here I will;
Dear mother, now confirm my words.

Unmaskes.
Poli.
Welcome to life Rosinda: Thy face and beauty
I do remember well: But wherefore did you
Raise the report of your untimely death?

Rosin.
That at a fitter time. This give me leave
To spend in joy.
My dear Cleanthe (for I do believe
Because thy father doth acknowledge thee,
Thou art Cleanthe my so long lost daughter)
Never was mothers heart so light; I cannot
Utter my joyes, my tears must witness them.
To time I am indebted, that he hath
Spared my life untill I see thee safe.

Cle.
I want expression: But my life shall be
A comment on my heart, wherein you shall
Perceive what your Cleanthe is.

Phil.
Now you are mine (fair Antiphila.)

Ant.
I will perform my promise.

Phil.
Both your consents I begge.

Polid.
How's this!

Anti.
I did engage my self,
That (if I were not yours) I would be his.

Pol.
Then may the knot prove happy, and continue
A firm one, while the Gods do lend you breath.

Ros.
It is my wish.

Pol.

Was you her servant too? Wife, chide me in secret,
I was forsworn.

Ros.
We all are frail; Mortality may boast
Of strength, but many conclusions deny it.

Nen.
Away, I will have none of you, I will not begge.

Pol.
You shall not need, I (for his love and care
Unto my daughter) will give him means befitting
A Gentleman, which shall descend unto
His posterity, poverty shall not spoil his fortune.

Vandon.

'Tis nobly said, If you do like him, take him
sister.

Ment.

Now I'm content.

Phyg.

My joy is great: My thanks (sweet Mistriss)
My Lord Polidacre, I am your grateful, though unworthiest
servant. Now, Mistriss, you shall know
the policy I won your affections with; my affections
being setled so high, and I poor, I made my
self, Draculemion; But your promise, worthiest
Lord hath now enriched me.

Iaq.
O me! Was you that merry fellow? you have a parlous wit.

Phyg.
One thing I must crave of you.

Polid.
You shall obtain Sir.

Phyg.
That you will pardon my Mother.

Polid.
I do for your sake.

Luco.
Since I perceive you in the bounteous way
Of granting Boons, Sir, I assume the boldness
To become a Petitioner to you.

Polid.
My dear Lucora freely ask, for I
Doubtlessely shall consent to thy demand.

Luco.
Seeing the gracious Heavens have blessed our house
With the recovery of my long lost Sister;
And since the powers divine have link'd her heart
To the affections of a noble Gentleman;
A marriage like to grace your honour'd Age
With hopeful Nephews; I humbly crave your licence
To enjoy the freedom of a single life;
For I've no inclination to become
A subject unto Hymens glorious bondage.

Polid.
Remember (my Lucora) all your promises,
And suffer not your obstinacy to cloud
The happiness of this Evening.

Falor.
My excellent Mistris, you have rais'd me neer
The Zenith of all happiness, and will you
Now leave me on that mighty precipice,
To fall into a sad Abyss of misery?

Clean.
My dear sweet Sister, give me leave to trouble you
With a few words aside;
I saw the Lord Falorus for your sake
(Between a great affection and firme friendship)
In as high a passion as you can imagine.
A noble and a faithful Lover to you;
He in his soul adores you, I am confident;
And I'm obliged by promise to become
His Intercessor for your kind affection:
I do beseech you therefore grace your Sister
(Though bold, being younger, to importune you thus)
T' honor the Lord Falorus with your Love.

Lucor.
I dare not (my fair sister) be so cruel
As to deny you in your first request;
I'le entertain his flame and be his Bride.
I will be plain with you, had you been silent,
In a ship bound for Spain I had gone to night
With some Ladies of our neer kindred towards Lisbone,
And so avoided the Courtship of Falorus,
And all my Fathers continual importunities.
To make this escape more unexpected, and
The better to provide me for this journey,
I had consented when my father pleas'd
To marry him; but your intreaties have
Prevail'd above all my resolutions.

Falor.
Dear Madam, let me beseech your assistance.

Rosin.
My Lord, I will desire her, and am confident
I shall obtain. I pray thee (my Lucora)
Submit to the intreaties of thy friends,
And let not thy refusal of Falorus
Beget a sad look on this happy evening.

Lucor.
Madam, you and my sister shall overcome;
And though (my Lord Falorus) you may taxe me
For an obstinate disposition, you shall find me
Throughout my future dayes) to made amends,
And prove a very loving wife unto you.

Falor.
Now you have fixed me in a fortunate
And glorious life.

Polid.
I thank thee my Lucora.

Iaq.

Every body has his Sweetheart but I; one or
other take pity on me, and let me not be a Cypher
and stand here for nothing. I see the
fault is in my years, otherwise Serving-men
are not so slighted by Ladies.

To the Spectator Ladies.
Polid.
Let us withdraw; you all
Shall suppe with me to night, and we'l design
The happy day that shall each couple joyn.

Cario.
You that have Mistrisses, do not despair
To get them, be they nere so proud and fair;
One way or other (you have seen it done)
The obstinatest Lady may be wone.

Exeunt omnes.