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Act 4.

Scen. 1.

Aberden, Hollarro, Fafrisius, Buzarain, Nevermo, Orestes, Sisterus.
Aber.
Welcome once more unto Bruzantia's Land,
My Lords, we lost not one but Yernomoy,
Without discredit of the sword, or pelts,
The flashes of their thunder-roaring Canons,
Bred but a night not overcame the fight.
They fainted as their sword aimd at our heads;
Saying dame nature forgot the Deities;
Fortune was turn'd a fool, they car'd not for't,
When their rag'd Army was torn by discord,
No Empire took their will, time chid their folly,
Because they did dismember counsell skill;
Experience hang a Flag to shew the woe
That would pursue the evicted Army.
Amazed all stood at distance, intending
To give a shout and fly; but grief mounting
Upon the soaring wings of utter'd speech;
Did stop and cease both anger and the cry,
Conspiring then again to win the Ile,
Which was turn'd frustrate to the purpose, and
We took the Lord, the which my Queen shall have
In grateful sense.

Holl.
Your Princely grace, and sacred Majesty,
May dazle the lustre of a glorious fire
Foundation of mildnesse strives against the stream,
If it seek a revenge within the gates,
Or flowry bank of your resigned will;
Mercy the sister of a peacefull time,
Sav'd millions from the sparks and darts of death,
Which by the worthy motions of your will
Was carried on, or otherwise sharp and
Keen swords had made no standard there,
But sent pale death as Captain of the Fort.

Faf.
The Darts strove in the air, even then to chuse
Whether to fall or fly; their feeblenesse
Did so surprise their force; yet valiant you,
My sacred Leige, stuck to the glittering Arms,
Holding both sword and shaft to work a sign
Of manhood, courage, degree and title;
And passing fenced foords, to captivate
These Lords we have, they trembl' within
The Ring of fear, knowing no side
Where passage makes escape; the Swan did
Sing not half so many notes, as hollowing cryes
And bloody screeks did make a harmony;
Well, 'tis fortune, not the fates did work this
Bold attempt.

Aber.
You speak still like your selves, which Lords
And Princes are: what say you captives?

Orest.
Our soul and bodies are desolate of peace,
Yet let your Queen and men be filld with wrath,
We'l choose no spoiled gain, but truth to Celerinus.

Sist.
Yea, King, its so; though we be captives now,
Time changes, and in them our manner doo;
Though furies tear my body, yet my soul
Shall stand for Celerinus, King of all
Numenia; and your Queen's wrath are Pearls
To us, because we dye not guilty.

Aber.
My lov's no worse to you, since truth rebounds
With hope, you shall have hence my favour.

Orest.
No favour we crave.

Sist.
We desire no favour.

Ner.
The ancient freedom that we did possesse,
Strikes a perpetuall fame unto your name,
A full ripe plumed bird should be the guide
And messenger to over-fly the world,
And mount up to the skies, to let them know,
Your excellency.

Faf.
'Tis, 'tis most true.

Aber.
The day grows on, my Queen expects me now,
The harmless will of her known genius,
Flames in a lake of longing sighs for me,
Proceed and be the buckets to quench it;
But since the day consumes, I'le send for her,
My Lord Nevermo, conduct the Queen to presence.

Nev.
My Liege, I go.
Exit Nevermo.

Aber.
Come Captives, here must be your doom,
She'l have your lives if you were twenty more,
But yet my favour goes with you.

Orest.
I thank your Majesty.

Sist.
Great King, all glory wait on you;
But I am conduc'd by willingnesse to dye.

Orest.
So I am, since I am an exile.

Aber.
You are, stay, here's the Queen.

Scen. 2.

Adrenimia, Nevermo, Attendants.
Adr.
Aberden, welcome to your Kingdom, and your Queen;
Loe, I see Celerinus subjects bound,
And for my use, which gives a resolution
To my sense, if your own Queen by tractive
Operation, work effect, to dismisse
From contemplation of your soul, all
Opportunities that doth bring dispair,
You shall find no stratagem that to be
Irrevocable, and the objects of
Foul melancholly, shall not afford the
Idols of vain puffing fears.
For those are they that doth commit, and doth
Drop unto eternity great contrarieties
Unto your majesty, and place of Prince,
The service of a sadfull humour,
Works undiscreetly, and changing certain things,
It's alwayes proved; the Chaos testifies
You a great Warriour, both in Waves and Land,
Whose pectorall force (expected) did prevail:
No losse of War or Arms, if nature stood
To oppose the slaughter of so many lost;
But I'le sacrifice my wishes to your selfe,
Gladly received my King.

Aber.
Your patient favour receives a great applause;
And I your King expect no future joy;
My Queen, your receivance is most gratefull,
And bids adieu all sadnesse, but not contemplation,
Which shews a firm judge of a prime design;
Safety pleads leasure, and shew fair shape
To commonalty, not a vain flasse-glass,
Of best contriving virtues,
To effect the Gardian (not a bad excuse)
Of their firm liberty, the Gems of all
The Indians strikes no lustre to your
Fame; you are not fair, but virtue follows it:
My Queen, the Captives stand at your command.

Adr.
My Leige, your favour.

Holl.
Duty doth force obedience to my knees,
[Kneels.
Great Queen, your sacred will if 't please to grant
A blessing to Hollarro, a wounded subject
To serve the Queen; your will?

Adr.
Rise, valiant Prince, my bless go to thy years,
To find Aberdens blood in thy young youth.

Holl.
You may term void of sense unto my state,
But hope survives the spirits, 'cause I bring
A pardon firm and just, 'tis my duty.

Aber.
Hollarro, rise, your duty binds no further;
But what I know.

Holl.
Your will, great Queen.

Faf.
It were a sacriledge, and that rashly
Committed against your Princess goodnesse,
Not to offer my selfe a Souldier to your will.

Buz.
Mine follows by a triple form, great Queen,
Your subject salutes you with a happy
Bliss.

Nev.
I stand a safeguard to your goodnesse.

Adr.
Faithfully done, here wants brave Yernomoy.

Aber.
Forgive the fact that's done, not rob'd your will,
He's slain, to pay devotion to your looks;
Rude was his fancy, but senselesse was his guide,
Allowing no recovery to his kindled fame:
He dy'd a Hector, a Prince; nay more, he slew
Millions of Forces to ransom then his death;
He left the world by Burnomoy's stout arm,
But Burgargo, Hollarro, sleep did charm,
For to describe true valour in fancy fair,
In reall substance to deserve the chair:
The Goddess of all hope favour'd his deeds,
The Goddess of all might helpt him in needs;
The Goddess of all right stood true to him,
The Goddess of all happ did valour bring:
The Gods and Goddesses struck union to
His well fast blade, his stiffe fram'd bow of Yew.
So brave Hollarro shall be onely name
Through all Numenia, there to carry fame.

Adr.
Hollarro still thy atchievements soar above
The mean capacity of a Queens recompence:
These are the captives, I like them well, their
Heads are large to be a pinnacle of fame;
They're mine, great King.

Aber.
They are for recompence
Of your deserts.

Adr.
You render pure substance of a divine will,
By outward shew, no excuse they expect,
But dye a sacrifice, for to restore
The jewel of my fainting liberty:
The Hatchet's well prepar'd to execute
The case, the block perceives its finish'd, not
In gaud, but martiall way, to make the Harmony,
My attendants expecting the prosperous
Sight of that same day, by forming new
Altitudes, erecting large Houses for the
Same: I'le make no great dispute, but finish it.

Holl.
Great Queen, the subjects I avouch by true
Affect and powerfull law, descend of noble
Blood.

Adr.
Well, they are no worse, but better for my use.

Cap.
Ah las, we must then dye.

Adr.
I, I; see who attends us there.

Scen. 4.

Quermero.
Quer.
I am here, I am here.

Aberd.
Well, what art thou?

Que.
A Gentleman of quality, as good as your self.

Aber.
Why, I am a King.

Quer.
Well, so am I, sause-box.

Aber.
My Lords, conduct the knave to prison, and
Prepare a lash to execute its office.

Quer.
Oh las, you will; I'le try your force:
[They carry Quer. out, and he struggles mightily with them.
How, how—how—let go your hold.

Aber.
The slaves and bondmen, which have wrought a
Councell, to digg the works of War, as the
Pioneers do raggifie the walls:
And they who use to toyl in labyrinth,
And founders of their folly, are prisoners
To your pick-axe; Hospitalls doth crave my
Aid, and Eunuchs make a market for
My home return; so force pleading my will,
I leave you with my Serpents and my foes,
As emblems to my valour and my state,
Use discretion as time doth interview,
And appoint a season to your sport;
For I must dismiss your rank.
Ex. Aberd.

Adr.
My King, a happy repose unto your soul;
Who attends there?

Bellerrio, Lerenica, Histerica, and attendants.
Adr.
The passage of a drowsie pomp withdrew
A door of breathing betwixt the ark of store,
Of hidden vowes, shewing the pride of fortune
In a chance, ravishing the beauty of a
Monsters hide, and stuck a stage of desire,
To harbour the fancy of a dreadfull sign,
To spill the blood of captives; Lerenica,
You'l screek and vanish with the dame of fear;
But I'le repulse that guide that titles it,
So bring the captives to the slaugher-house.
I'le shift such Robes fit for such enterprise.
Exit Adre.

Holl.
Madam, I'le improve my reverend service,
To see the same fulfill'd.

Ler.
The soveraign balm for fear, must be a heart
Void of a sensuall cause; but I'le attend
To see the genius of all mortall souls,
Wear the sad Cypress of a gloomy day.

Bell.
Lerenica, your servant, will wait your time.

Orest.
Spare us, and let us speak before we dye.

Holl.
Give them time to breathe their last farewell.

Orest.
The stroke's a Basilick, the fight doth kill,
Confirms a death by venom of its raze;
Perfidious creature, more degenerate Fate.
Steeping his aspects in foul Lethe's streams:
So Adrenimia by her cursed hand.
But fury bids defiance to those guiles,
My time doth shew by prospect now full old,
Tossing my senses by grim horror's waves;
So noble Prince confirm to future time,
And to posterity I dye a Man,
A prop of th'Country, the Numenia:
So by a swifter motion life surviews
The dregs of mortalls to the prime of things:
My appetite is fresht by gizard of a cause,
To view the spirits of transcendent Kings,
Great Jove, who weighs the ponder of this ball,
Make creatures Angels in Numenia's Land,
To stand the stratagems of forrain foes;
Brazen their souls to yield to no deceits;
(Oh, death makes my senses fly)
And dare Aberden rule great Celerinus?
Suffer the primum mobile to rest,
Which rules the sphere according to their Orbs,
Consume the highest Region, and drive down
The splendent lights, but at length I must die;
Desist thy talk, thy Candle waxeth dim,
And onely such is left to see death grim.

Sist.
The smoaky mists bids light adieu, with her
Obscure cloak; then suffer a dolefull sound
To eccho my spirits with an Ebian cry:
These chaines sayes, Mirth depart. So decent are
These new found novelties unto my soul!
So hymns of Elegies please a parting close,
Rack I must suffer for my King and Land.
Well, 'tis my duty, my breath's bound thereto,
Onely a faculty's left to close a hymn, to
Spend all its bounds to eternize your fame,
Inform, some Goddess, where I shall begin
To make a prayer according to the time:
Brave valiant soul, Burgargo, I'le relate,
Because thy death, my pain doth propagate,
Thy sacred shrine directed, journey sweet
In leaving us, bids mine go to and sleep;
The griefs doth punish, consume the fountain
Of my weak vitall spirits, and the main,
A frustrous case bids anger play her part,
And aim at nothing but my wounded heart;
My life is trouble, but my death gives ease,
So Jaylemen, Keepers, take us when you please.

Attend.
We are ready in our office.

Holl.
Procure them to the Queen her grace,
I'le stay a season, but I'l follow straight.

[Exeunt omnnes præter, Hollarro, Bellerrio, and Lerenica, and Histerica; and while Beller, and Lerenica discourse, Hollarro walketh on one side of the Stage viewing Lerenica.

Scen. 4.

Bellerrio, Lerenica, Histerica, Hollarro.
Bell.
Madam,
It is a vain trifle of a small dispair,
I bring to presence, and not tediousness,
The businesse concerns much your safe-guard,
Grant it, and then I will relate.

Ler.
'Twere colours of a melanchollious sight,
For to convert the gesture to the sense;
And meaning of the close, your generous thoughts
Must speak to Ladies, not covert with a smile.

Bell.
The night spends forth her dews, beguils her hours
With strange adventures of a darksome truth,
So I diluted in the practice of,
In courting Ladies to their own content,
Shall crave a place of watchman to your selfe,
In the foul progress of a dangerous time.

Ler.
Contempt, despise, and onely disdain grows
In my own breast against a cowards soul,
If that report doth bring a news unto
My audience, not valour flowes from veins
Of your Microcosm; I should deride
The case unto your face, so plead not that,
I'le shift for one, take you no care for me.

Bell.
Oh obstinate!

Holl.
Heavens bless the wisdom of my genius now.
[Aside.
What State or Generall drew that velvet screene
Of painting troubles 'twixt my eye and heart?
Lerenica, what's that name Lerenica?
Sure 'tis no Taper of a fiery blaze:
She pierceth the rights, and joyneth union.
Could my stiffe arm withstand Numenia,
And not the glances of a womans eye?
The Realm produceth no such knots of fear:
I see her basis, and her vertex too,
Surround the Camp of her delicious soul,
Yet stand a loof, not undertake the cause,
Because discreetest deeds bid me forbear.
The various forms that heart and spirit moves,
Were cause enough to make one lunatick:
She enters souls, not cares for mortall shews,
And makes my tongue tremble 'cause I report it;
Well, 'tis thy garb and gesture wins the soul
Of Prince Hollarro to a nuptiall song;
My breath must have no passage, if dis-joyn'd
From the bright rayes of such a mool-sun's light;
Bellerrio shall know, 'twas Hollarro laid
The same design (I love Lerenica)
I long to see the wells and springs of fire
Still kindled more; so I'le go to my sire,
And make his Majestie acquainted with't.
Exit Hollarro.

Hist.
A heap of vermine dispatch a famine
To a common-wealth, and ill-disposed manners,
So you dispair unto a Ladies will.

Bell.
Hold your tongue, you are troubled with Histerical fits,
Time which reacheth forwards by its means,
Falls under question of a sole denyall:
Muse no more, but let discretion answer
Unto the cause; the bud is sprung, and fruit
Must have its time to come unto maturity;
But too long kept, grows putrid in it selfe:
Trenches and shelves are horrid stratagems,
Unto the ships tost on the ruder waves,
But time dilate them to their confusion,
Making no Caves but solid earth of them.
Mark then that Gentleman, which is rough before,
But bald behind, and there no hold to get.

Lere.
The revenue of a Maidens life,
Is the whole Wardrope of all mirth and joy;
But when combin'd unto a fouler Mass,
Provision of all strife and vain discord,
Venturing the plundering of such nature gifts,
Were sacriledge beyond the end of hope;
Therefore desist a truder to bereive
The same which never nature doth restore,
Mine's kept for better spirits than your selfe.

Bell.
Those words are like a Parthian, flying kills,
And raise a mutiny of furies in my brain;
Forbear that contemplating case, Homer
Had ne're blasted fair Helen's fame so far,
But knew the disposition of that shrine,
Would equalize her attributed parts:
Prefer no more those sparing words, but quench
The concealed fire of affection;
Shall I imbrace, grant, help my mind?

Lere.
Great Duke, you take a spangled action of
No man, to court the meeting of two
Opposites, secresie requires advantage of a sight,
But you erre grosse, losing honour by it,
Because you force, rather then perswade.

Bel.
Madam, 'tis my desire must bring excuse,
Because it's parts are invisible to the eye,
Then a short return shall not impoverish
My honour: I must, because in love.

Lere.
Vouchsafe no further to prolong your talk,
For it is tedious, and the time requires
Our absence now; Histerica, make a
Fire in my Bed-chamber.

Hist.
'Tis done, Madam.

Bell.
Since yet dejected, still I'le beg the place,
To be your servant for an hours space.

Exeunt.

Scen. 5.

Aberden, Hollarro.
Aber.
Dismiss that faculty.

Holl.
Forbear, I cannot My Leige.

Aber.
Oh strange, that pale Eos should feed the Tweed,
Shouting such murdering cryes unto th'Altar,
(Steeping its sound in poyson of a rage)
Of all victorious souls, your own fame
Strives at a higher glory, then one fair,
It is a painted hieu that Ladies use,
To put fine art before true plain Nature,
Though you feel a pain, 'tis onely love,
A foggy wrath ascends, when bright Sol mounts
Swift Pyrosus; play no more upon faire,
Let worth surmount the Towers of its foul mask,
That influence cannot strike such unheard blows,
As make your soul fly to dispair for help.

Holl.
Oh Lerenica, Lerenica, thou, thou.

[beats his breast.
Aber.
Of future joy the Monarchs of the world
Will sprinkle the notes of such a vain design;
Phæbus will make the heavenly Diamonds
Strike rays to shew the folly of your will;
She is not worth a glimmering spark of stone,
Much lesse your Princely Bed; Hollarro, chuse
One that is deserving, and my will shall
Not be against.

Holl.
The Tartarian Prince is gone to forrain soyls
With other strange Hecatombs of all men;
The Captain of my soul must follow them,
If your Princely grace deny my full request;
Could I sound sweeter then the Delian Dames,
When the tall Cedars by my force did fall,
Having more fame then the Ephesian Towers:
At that same instant, by the stately steps
Of manhood, valour; and not this requests
'Tis true, she's fair, her virtues second it,
Which is the pinnacle of ambition I aim at,
For means are dregs of th'earth, her person shews
Her parts, Princes must have their liking;
Not combind to objects of honour.

Aber.
The Audacious pines do not stand without fear,
Nor doth your valour without trying it,
Therefore that blind and senselesse Boy must take
His bow, leave you his Arrows to supply his place,
The madding waves of love, strives against stream
Of reason, bringing contempt and disgrace
To noble spirits, their smiles are smoothly
Carried to delude the Olive-branch of hope;
Therefore take one that is of noble blood,
And follow discretion as your will doth guide
Your disposition.

Holl.
The sayls of hope is turn'd to leaden plumbs,
Because you plead still for a worthier one,
Though it might be said, 'tis my fortune so,
To mix with flashes of both fear and hope:
Yet when my restelsse Navy comes to shore,
That same coaste must give my sentence then,
So as I sayl by rudder of sweet love;
I hope the Magistrate of your affection
Will give a glad mittimus to my soul;
For if contrariety plead at the bar,
Having its tryall to win over-throw.
That deadly sentence must close up my breath,
And make me fear neither Heaven, Sea, nor wind,
Therefore deny and kill; Oh, oh—

[Sighs.
Aber.
Strange to a common sense: reason then with
Your selfe, she is a woman nought but flesh
And bone, and a meer gall of bitternesse;
You know your Mother well, her savagenesse,
To brew her hands in teppid blood of foes,
And you thus stand in a disposition
Contrary to her heart; I wounder at
That unnaturall sympathy, but e're
You dispair, make choyce and venture there,
Where sense doth guide your fancy, but for
All, she is too low your birth.

Enter Quermero in chains, naked from the shoulders upwards, and Jalors after him.
Quer.
Oh my back, oh my belly, oh my sides.

Jayl. 1.
Oh your breech, sirra, come away.

Quer.
Oh prethee spare me, give me time to breathe.
That I may have wind to cry withall, oh, oh, oh.

Jayl. 2.
Ha, ha, ha, what, do you feel it then,
You must not be so bold.

Qu.
What, as to cry; I will cry, if the King were here.

Jayl. 3.
But you shall not cry long.

Quer.
Oh bless thee, bless thee, shall I not cry long?
Nay then I'l bid the gentle whip, come, come.

Exe. Quer. & Jayl.
Holl.
The civill pleasures that a dewy shower
Doth gratifie the earth withall, cannot
Be express'd; so your reply trebles my joy.

Aber.
Float no more with Deities of fear,
But take the Empire of all hope and force;
Grief leads no more vain anger as a sign
Of wrath, and ill-disposed manners; haste
To the Rock of mirth, make splinters fly
To be attendants on your Majesty.
Thou hast been valiant, no report shall go,
Thou art dismayed by a woman foe;
Pursue your course, as you have then begun.

Holl.
I will my Leige, long live your Majesty.

Exeunt.

Scen. 6.

Adrenimia, Fafrisius, Buzarain, each of them bearing a mans head, and Nevermo following with a Hatchet.
Adre.
The siege of Thebes, and Ulysses Acts,
Ne'r betraid fancy with so sweet a fight;
The Heads doth gape, but cherisheth no amber breath;
Oh las it is a pitty that no sooner had
Hold them up, let's see the glory of the same,
The night will betray my mirth, before my eyes
Be satisfied, the Banquet and Musick
That I took therein, brought recreation
To my vitall sense, besides no equalls,
Or raptures promis'd by a future joy,
Could bring reward to what I here have seen;
The Artillery of all hope was waggon'd up,
Betwixt their heads and shoulders, that's their necks,
My soul cannot by publick, or secrecy,
Be sufficient Actor to King Aberden,
In duty, or in praise, for this same fact.
Unbolt the Prison Gates, set them open,
And let the numerous slaves be glad to see
Such great Triumphs, and their selves set full free,
And mysteries explain'd, by Gods of Temples all,
Because such prosperous jubilee fell out,
I recruit my selfe to see those signs.

Faf.
The progeny of humanity challenge title in't,
Because you shew like the Bithinians,
The copulating troops doth entertain,
Of fame and valour, your most bright Queens health,
The heads doth shew your praise, and doth prepare
A sacrifice unto your sacred shrine,
With amorous gesture of a lowly look,
Not like Amazons, but a Persians smile,
The naturall rights within a Jewels hieu,
Doth shew the perfect vertues of its selfe;
So all your sex may with a comely brow,
Seeing your deservements by wisdoms deeds,
Turn thanks as bodies of a further fame.

Buz.
Discover Engins to subdue the hill
Of all renowning praise, that when obtain'd,
May be a ransome to your Empress;
The ancient Romans had ne'r reflection
Of so great happinesse, by any Pope,
As we obtain by your Soveraignty,
To keep all Lawes and customes in their forms,
Not suffering them to be wrong violated,
Making decent pavillions of sobriety,
To be the Magistrates and Rocks of right,
The streets rebound (as Alexander came)
With redoubling voyces of your worth and fame,

Adr.
When Sols bright rayes shines through the curtain
Of an Eastern fogge, then Animals rejoyce;
So do I by your conjuring words,
As if I had obtain'd the Phœnix nest,
Which is a fountain of all sweet incense.
Records and Chronicles to posterity,
Let them challenge memory of the same,
The brook wherein the Nymphs correct their garbs,
Let shew the splendor of this brave design,
As orient matter of a minerall,
Strikes beauties pride through the dark of night,
The deed's Syren, cause it wins the hearts
Of all my subjects, unto Elizium.

Ner.
I am executor bearing the Axe
That brought content and pleasure to a Queen;
The Mayors and Senates of Bruzantia,
Stood Officers to th'act and instruments
Thereto; we live like Elephants, disturb'd
By none, bearing the Castle of liberty
On our shouldiers, and Wars thrown down,
Living by Counsell of tranquillious time,
While our foes heads do obeysance to th'Queen,
Making a dance in a triangle,
Avoiding the tortures of a moments fear,
I'le bear the Axe of hope.

Adr.
Lets muse no more, seeing the deeds of worth,
The streets themselves its praise will warble forth.

Faf.
The tempters of all justice, lastly throwes
At greatest strength, when others potent shews.

Buz.
Love's guard bids yield; when honesty doth play
Her questions and occasions for the day.

Nev.
Joyn art to arms, as honour bids us do,
And make their heads and bodies lowly bow.

Adr.
And for this prize, let go the prisons then,
Draw up Purcullises and set free men.

Nev.
'Tis done, great Queen, as your generous soul,
Is pleas'd to have, for it doth all controle,

Faf.
Then Quermero must go among the rest,
Which of all others he will think him blest.

Adr.
See all do go, my joy doth countervail
All former faults, be they e're or or frail.

Buz.
Clap hands for joy, because the Queen such things
Doth propagate, and delightfull tydings.

Omnes,
Long live the Queen in health.

Adr.
Wheel off the plain, and purchase more fame
Then Ixion does by turning wheel in flame,
Fetch captives more, till th'Land it selfe doth yield
No martiall soul to bear, or sword or shield
Bring all Numenia's brood unto my hand;
I know your strength none of them can withstand,
So I you leave to see the tombs of those
That dead do lie, and prisoners to unloose.

Exeunt.

Scen. 7.

Hollarro. Lerenica.
Holl.
Love speaks as bold, as any Druids preach;
Because its darts strike at the hope of fates,
The champion of all eyes checks bashful thoughts,
Fearing to enter the bar'd Gates of love,
The standards of a lofty foundation,
Gives freedom to the lesser pinnacles;
So I by examples, get benefit
To make a fair progress in affections,
And as an interposition of th'Moon
Betwixt our eyes and Sun, causeth eclipse;
So fainting doubts with-draws a screen mantle
Betwixt dispair and hope: But, fair Madam,
If you I yield to be a Princess, I am
The man will make you.

Lere.
Most noble Prince,
The place is too honorable for my birth,
And your bright grace flowes by dame virtues spring
Of valour; you might command, not wooe a
Humble soul, the Zodiack wherein your
Lamp of goodnesse keeps its motion round,
Like Cynthia's silver streams, is too radiant
For on me to gaze; your honour deserves
A Princess rightly born, for manners, tongue,
Not a poor Peasant from a broken Ile;
A Dido should make answer for my part,
I am inferiour.

Holl.
The spirits of a double breast leads Van
In love's Empire, no gulph doth back them to't.
So unknown beauty of a judged look,
Oft force affection to keep triumph there.
Your beauty shews beyond a Prince his favour,
Discretion guids the manners of your soul:
You plead too poor, then moves the honour that,
You shall sit crown'd with canopy of fame,
To be a Prince his spouse: I venture soul
More free then Scipio, Marius, or Sylla did,
To maintain the troop of your crystall beams,
My lance shal drop at your foot which monsters tame,
And be a servant at your wills command,
Yield and have the same.

Lere.
Great Prince, your will
Hath vigour to with-draw the proudest soul;
You'l knock at Pluto's Gate sore Pegasus,
Yet feare no death by incense of their breath;
Your brave Heroick mind dare face great Brute,
Make Giants toyes, and not know where their's scope;
And when you dance upon uneven waves,
The Eolian blades, stand trembling with your fear,
And Tritons sound your fame, to please the sense;
Why, it is strange that you doth these repose,
And not a womans shews of mean descent;
I wish my blood were higher for to joyn
In equall manner with your Princes right:
But read some Poet, and you'l then agree I am too low.

Holl.
Oh, Poets are men compos'd of species four,
[Enter Beller, and walks about on one side.
They'l praise both virtue and vice all in an hour:
'Twas not Medeas words, but Ovids quill,
That Hippolytus most chaste of will;
For if that acute Ovid likewise would,
Medea had been as chaste as e're he could;
And 'twas brave Virgil made Æneas fame,
Soar above action of brave Turnus name;
But if that famous Virgil pleas'd to be,
Turnus had been as great, nay more then he;
So 'twas not Helens looks, but Homers mind,
That made Paris his soul to her combind:
For he as well could own her nature so,
That where she's fair, she should be black as crow;
Dispute no more of Poets, but give leave
My hands for to imbrace, else you deceive
Me of my life.

Lere.
Your words imbrew the altar of my will,
And you may force where you have us'd your skill,
The Phœbus of your mind hath grace full bright,
My irksome caves, and my more irksome night,
The influence that's shewn by its bright rays.
Turns days to nights, and nights into clear days:
Therefore my duty is, to not oppose
Your Princely grace, but make choyce where it shews,
But still I am too low.

Holl.
Most nobly receiv'd,
We'l make a happy Nuptiall to the day,
And th'King and Queen shall grace bright Hymens play.

Lere.
I am submissive.

Holl.
Come my joyfull Bride.
It is not long till I lye by thy side.

[Exeunt Hollar. & Lere.
Bell.
Thou blazen Taper that surmountst my skill,
Taken my Mistress mace of all my joy,
Shall not live happy by the victor got,
I'le work thy ruine by some budding plot;
I'le go to Celerinus, make my plea,
And joyn him once by love to cross the Sea.
That he may cross my foe, Hollarro stout,
Put King Aberden and the Queen to rout;
And thee Hollarro, which by that design,
He vanquish'd one, at last thou wilt be mine:
Fair Lerenica, but cruell to shew
Thy love to me, and to Hollarro owe
The right and title of it; but that fact
Shall ruin'd be, before he once doth act.
I'le be a Traytor once to King and Land,
And Prince and Queen, because my love withstand,
Fetch him over the restless seas, the stars
Will prosper my success, because the Wars
Began first in our Land. Why tarry I
To lose the day? both King Queen, Prince, shall fly.

Scen. 8.

Chorus.
Song 1.

[Chorus.]
Song 2.