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Act 5.

Scen. 1.

Aberden, Adrenimia.
Aber.
The north and south both Poles do not contain
The very thoughts of this our great Lands joyes,
A Conqueror by popular grace;
I raign with reverent voyce among my flock,
Revenge will not spring up by angers dew,
Or shew its muddy face by foul conspiracy;
Fortune is prosperous, spurning gods of Love
To dress our Land with crown of Trophies, Gold,
Repulsing Legions of Furies that spend
Their breathing hours nought but to wrack and ruin:
All Lands implore my aid, drooping their head,
Till hope doth blow the fire of better days,
Sharp empty titles they make fame of them,
While we with hostile voyce crack Thunder-bolts;
And 'twas Hollarro's valour stated it,
Which is a captive to fond Cupids bolt,
Planting female Cannons charg'd with love,
Whose shot is fear, and powder jealousy,
Turning this Land to the Antipodes.
Lerenica hath a stronger arm then he,
And by her sweet-fac'd plots, which Tyrants turn,
Hath the pledges of his Princely brow;
But at the length he loves her so entire,
That he hath promis'd union to her shrine,
And marry her.

Adr.
'Tis pride, not fortune sure, that nature leads,
His years are too young to hide such vowes;
That glorious rays will vanish with the Sun,
Striking a seeming passage of dispair,
And waken the papavered sense of his brain,
Which by an opiate virtue is made dull,
And will revive desire of extasie;
But if that balm, that soveraign balm of love,
Hath so impregnated by a silent look,
The bed of all his joy, and heart of fire,
Them to unjoyn, shall not be my desire;
Let Myriads of prayers, and countries love sound all
Large Hymns of mirth unto their nuptiall;
And let all acute Poets seek their store,
To give the Bride a gift beyond all o're;
Let mirth and triumph then so joyn together,
That there's no difference 'twixt fair or foul weather.

Aber.
The trembling silence of your dreadful vote,
Hath turn'd his title to another sense,
The extream load which virtuous valour bear
By loves punnyard, is an abyss of pain;
But your reply gives a supporter to
That heavy heart, which is by th'load opprest,
Out of the stage where honour plays her Scenes.
I know he'l call reward unto your name;
His duty binds such sonly grace to me,
That Reason says he will not forget thee.

Adr.
The Syrian flames quench the damp of spirits,
So honour'd terms brings conclusion to good will;
I know the dainty Souldiers of such troops,
Fear not the fight of ashes of mens Tombs,
The constellation of his nature good,
Doth bring a recompence beyond that form:
There is no royall looks, or face of fame,
Be more in gratitude then his own selfe,
I wish the presence of his Princely plumes,
Would over-fly the Court into this place,
That peace might shew my pitty to consent,
To the bright day triumph of his Bride,
I give my free consent.

Aber.
His presence is
Expected, heavens starry light doth shew
By their true rays, the substance not far off;
For time doth sacrifice unto the dame
Of patience, the flower of its first prime,
Because our mind stayes leasure of his will,
Untill it please be present in our sight,
The dismall looks of th'progress that he goes,
Debars the splendency of his bright beam,
Or otherwise he would have seen the Queen
(Your selfe) my joy, with his blessed spouse;
But stay, he comes with her.

Hollarro, Lerenica.
Adr.
Is this her?

Aber.
Yes, this is she; welcome Hollarro.

Adr.
The civill war of all the world, bends knee
Unto your judgement and excellency,
And so I hope this Lady gives the Bayes
Unto your Crown, I wish long happy days.

Hol.
Great Queen, the weaknesse of my youth did bend
My fancy to a sensual carelesse end,
Because no knowledge seem'd to admit its trust
Unto your sacred wisdom which is just;
But let a fickle fancy with weak mind,
Crave pardon for my folly there inclin'd.

Ler.
And I, most Princely Queen, which Mother be
To my poor soul, I thank on bended knee,
Because you grant the same.

Adr.
Rise hopefull childe,
Then King Aberden give the day its fill
Of merriment unto a Princess will.

Aber.
I will, blest Queen, Hollarro take the Bride,
And to the Church be thou a swift sure guide.
Where all the Gods of th'Land stand in a form
Of servitude, as they were all forlorn;
But haste to th'Bishop that combines the knot,
I'le stay at Palace for a future plot.

Exeunt.

Scen. 2.

Bellerrio, Celerinus.
Cel.
'Tis strange news you bring.

Bell.
But 'tis far truer.

Cel.
How can a hazzard of such war, imploy
Any intention of undertaking?
We pay a tribute to them of pure gold,
And sacrifice our lives for recompence,
And th'highest force of all my potent souls,
Is a common Souldier; Burgargo gone!
And 'tis a small Nation of its strength, to stand
In revenge of th'looks of Bruzantia,
I will not for a world be their combatant.

Bell.
Oh how can you upon Hæmus of fear,
Rest so securely with subjection;
Let Zephyrus gales move quicker in the ear,
Inform the sense how Tyranny doth rule:
I'le undertake with damage of my life,
To bring your Army in by port Braveron,
Amongst Bruzantia's Lords, and King and Queen,
Before you tread a furlong on that ground:
[kneels.
Let hopes survive the spirits of a King,
I beg it on my knees; you may perswade
Your selfe, that I am here no Harpalus,
But a true Athenian to your Majesty;
Shall my request return with joy?

Cele.
A Monarch's will is not designed of,
Without the counsell of his subjects votes;
Therefore no sayls of joy must carry on
Your wandring Pinnace, till the sight of them:
The Olive branch doth cluster with her fruit,
In the plain soyl of our inhabitance:
Therefore to reflex on a gloomy shade
Of fear and anger were discretion.

Bell.
Pitty such angry days that invent it,
As not to admit of a private end,
No forrain aid can help them, for their Land
Is grown infectious by the fatnesse of't;
Therefore surround their Camp, your victory
Is sure enough, which fertility will make
Your Land as prosperous as the Aegean Ile,
Which is nam'd Delos, where then there was born
Apollo and Diana, God and Goddess;
Then let not peace, like an innocent lambe,
Rule in the Theam, but a rampant Lion,
Rousing from den of fury and ruine,
Shall I you ingage great, King?

Celer.
Not my selfe,
Unlesse my subjects by degrees would grow
In love with Diamonds and a Pearl her grace;
The massie waight of gold shall ne'r draw
By North Pole virtue my mind to that Land,
But here's my Lords, Lets hear their votes.

Gervoron, Burnomoy.
Cel.
The man of generous brood Bruzantia,
Affords utno the province Numenia,
Is here imploring by a wooing cheeke,
As th'Moon doth th'Earth in the Antipodes,
That we may ceize a Lares, or Silvaines great,
On their fatigated limbs in plenty:
Yea, he will undertake to lead from coast,
Our squadrons to the Court Bruzantia.

Bur.
No happier skie doth shew a light by blaze,
Of planetary influence or rays,
Then those same lines, if vigour be with them;
I'le follow th'motion to carp twig from th'stem.

Ger.
The same I'le follow, and as a darling,
Cherish; attired in such scarlet Robes;
Will you maintain the deed?

Bell.
I will, Captain,
Blaze your Troops unto the river side,
Let no delay strike in with tarriance;
For now their Land is Garden of the West,
Fill'd to the bounds with aromatick fruit,
An Ocean lake of dainties there's in hid;
Therefore the time runs by dame fortunes will;
Put off no longer, but hoyse sales to it.

Cele.
No more, no more, my Lord; can Pigmies stand
Against Bellonia's threats? lets slide the main,
And all our Gallies lanch into the Ocean,
And make those azo ar parallels upon
Its gliding surface, give a happy voyage.

Bur.
Nereus, and all the gods do pardon not
Our wrong that's done, be pleas'd to view the bounds
Of thousands well joyn'd ships ready for sayl,
Ten thousand men at my command, all proof,
Burning with desire of War, dappled Nags
For to supply those Alexander souls.

Ger.
No more let frozen thoughts take place within
Our naturall forms, as to be love-sick with
An idle disposition: I know bright Sol
Will favour us, by being in Cancer, a
Waterish sign, proceed as preparation
Doth give leave.

Bell.
Oh blest Numenia's souls,
Make no dispute, time doth grow further on.

Cele.
Gervoron lead up the blew mayle frocks,
And you Burnomoy be my Generall,
Aberden shall see what force guides our hand,
Once more commend our selves unto the seas,
Make no delay.

Bur.
None great King, they are ready,
All utensells for the voyage so we go.

[Bell. with hope, with hope. Exeunt

Scen. 3.

Aberden, Adrenimia, Hollarro, Lerenica, Fafrisius, Buzarain, Nevermo.
Aber.
Now all Bruzantia's rights connfirms the day
And Lacedemonan customes of the boy
Hyacinthus bids meriment to th'same:
Let shepheards write this nuptiall wedding day
In red Capitall Letters for a Holiday,
Joy to Hollarro, and the Bride his spouse.

Adr.
Hymens sits crown'd with Garlands of all joy,
To welcome train of marriage, Ladies beds,
Sprinkled in form of solace, and of mirth,
And the Pyrene mounts drop offerings to
Such sacred meetings as this day affords,
Long live you both in health and happily.

Holl.
Great King, the duty of a weak desire
Comes short in limits of a recompence;
Let humble will, with intention, her aid,
Strike thanks so worthy as you do deserve,
Most virtuous Queen, the law doth guide my sense,
If that I taste once of ingratitude,
(A stranger plant then ever Glaucus eate)
To turn my selfe into a main of fear,
And counted their a God not for to live,
But by a fained will, so thanks to you
For gracing Nuptialls of my wedlock hour.

Lere.
The mind that treads in natures paths, must say
With the guest of most free deliverance,
All thanks to King and Queen.

Aber.
Then Prince Hollarro, now the knot is done,
It shall not be said by Bruzantians,
I like Amyens, caus'd your banishment;
But all their tribute's quitted by this day,
And thou shalt be the King of fruitfull place,
And issue of my hope of all the Land;
Acknowledge Prince of the Cecilian soules;
And like great Butes, have a Champion race;
How like you it, my Lords?

Faf.
You are a sire of all firm judgement,
Brutus divides not the least Atome from't,
Where the way your credit takes its course,
Is argument enough for me to yield.

Buz.
The succour of the Gods descends from Jove,
So all our lives and Pedigree of us.
Hath conduits of all plenty, good and great,
From the protection of your mighty hand;
Therefore if I deny, no pardon's there,
But grim unjustice must devide the spoyl,
Give me the worst, and shame thereunto boot;
So let both Nature, Nation, and all friends,
Give vote as free, as my soul doth unclose,
Or wish to have the fame Hollarro King.

Nev.
Great King, your will is good, I like the same.
Hoping he'l prove a Lapithenian soul,
A second Phlegias; your motion's good,
And lik'd of all, here is the Bardes presents
The Groom and Bride a song.

Enter three Brades, and sings to the Musick.

Aber.
The Diadem Hollarro is stayed,
Of all Bruzantia on your noble head:
Numenia's Land is struck with fear and quakes,
Under the blow of such a martiall soul.
After the drowsie pomp of nuptiall terms,
You shall begin your Raign.

Holl.
The massy weight of such a grave design
Would act its part far better with your selfe,
But since a freedom breathes such spicie notes
Of father's love, my duty must give way.
For Celius, the father of immortall Gods,
Ne're did indue his Sons with greater joy:
Cacus he was not in least politick,
To lose his Trophies by a Hercules:
Strength shall not subdue wit, if it hath play,
I'le rule the Land, and I will you obay.

Aber.
Thou shalt, brave Prince: the Temple's clad with joy,
To receive your sacred presence, and also
Honours most stately camp doth obeysance
To your heroick shrine: be thou the King.

Omnes.
Heavens bless his Majesty.

Lere.
My breast's an altar to the sacrifice
Of loves due rights, unto my loyal King.

Holl.
Thou art a Queen, and my onely spouse,
Both King and Queen, Lord blesse your Majesties.

Scen. 4.

A great noyse within of landing! and afterwards, they cry, (Kill all, kill all, &c.) and by and by, enters Celerinus, Bellerrio, Gervoron, Burnomoy, Souldiers, Ensigns, and Drums, Flourish.
Aber.
What is the news within? Heavens bless me!
What is't?

Adr.
I wish all things were right, then see,
My Lords.

Nev.
A foul invasion, we are betraid,
Celerinus comes.

Cele.
I, and die you shall;
[Fight.
Fall on brave souls, let's ruine root and branch,
Like the Hybernian blades, sound a loud,
Lead up the fronts; strike, strike.

Faf.
Oh Traytor, traytor.

Bell.
Die, die, thou slave.

Celer.
Wound not the Queen: let her pains rest, to be
A future punishment.

Aber.
Oh I die, I die, thou vain destroyer
Of mens lives.

[Here all Aberdens side, with himself, is kill'd, save onely Adrenimia, who is chain'd, and carried out; and Hollarro, who defends himselfe, and escapes, and takes Lerenica with him.
Cel.
Conduct the Queen to prison,
The day's our own, with the Supreams of th'Land.

Bur.
We will, great Leige, let's follow out the chaise.

Exeunt, march.
Quermero with a dish full of furmity.
Quer.
Oh me, stay, what's here to do? what, a sleep? or tumbling;
Pox take't, you'l break your brains with it, and I
My belly with plum pottage; rise for shame:
What, is here the slave that imprison'd me;
A bard, a burd, or a turd, tell; what, art thou
Dead, alive, or drunk; rise, and stand,
[Takes the Kings Cloak, and puts it on wrong side outwards.
Thou haste a velvet Cloak I'le see how it fits me,
Hey, it becomes my Princely person right.
I look like some grave Minister or Divine,
A black blew velvet, and scarlet gippo;
See, my foot stands like some reverend Bishop,
And my back-side like a Prince behind;
These pottage, pottage, trouble, when I King;
But stay, they'l do me courtesie at time,
I'le put them up; hold up velvet Jacket;
[Puts the Pottage in his pocket.
Oh these are warm still from the heart to th'breast;
But for all my jesting, what do you mean
To go to dinner or no? I'le promise
Here's good furmity for the same, Come go?
What, you are mad sure: but if you be,
I'le right your senses straight to its same form:
[He kicks them.
Oh how their guts cry Pease and Bacon hot:
[Nevermo pisseth.
I'l break the Pitcher and let the juyce out,
As hot as my pottage; stay, where are they?
Ho, in my pocket, in my pocket,

Scen. 5.

Enter Burnomoy.
Bur.
What art thou? and for whom?

Quer.
A turn-coat, and for my selfe.

Bur.
Dye then thou slave.

[Falls as if he were dead, & while he lies, eats up his pottage.
Que.
I with all my heart.

Bur.
Once righteous cause, shews face against its foe,
And Northern scourge brings yoak of Scipio's fear;
My hands imbrew'd in warlike Champions,
All save Hollarro the Bruzantian soul;
A Brennus, or Nenius of fame
[Quer. I sleep sound for all that: swallow's Custard and pelts of vill a's.
Whose shallowed concaves, compels in valour
All mushrums of fear (save onely he)
Trampled by beast of forrest, and of plains,
I shall be Lord or King by the conquest.

[Enter Hollar.
Holl.
Nay, that thou shalt not, stand then like a man,
[Fights. Bur. falls & dyes,
An equall bond is now shar'd by my blade:
The Cyprian Queen like chaste Diana,
Of all my hope, waits leisure of a time;
I'le not stay from her, but requite my self.
Exit Hollar.

Que.
Oh, oh, I have got the wind chollick by
Lying on my belly, the pease and Broath
Doth run such Barly-breaks within my maw,
That if the back-door hold not, I shall leak;
Hold Punniard and Sword. I dare not stir,
Fear lest I send my broath then parboyl'd out:
Ill ventur'd, my breeches is clean; up, up,
[He riseth.
I go as if I had a Frenchman in my Boots;
But now I'm forc'd to turn, I shall be kill'd,
Or else fouly bestride.

[lies down again.
Celerinus, Gervoron, Bellerro, Souldiers, Drum, Ensign.
Cel.
The wrath of Nero is not yet appeas'd,
We are like Nevervian souls, stout to a spoyle,
Though Law and Nature be our enemies,
Yet we will raine the Hyperborean pole,
And make our Land like shepherd Hyræus hoste,
A place for to receive none but the Gods:
But after Gradivus hath then clattered thus,
Let's make a buriall to the Elizium field,
So Souldier take up the bodies of the dead,
Carry them as Trayors to their long sought home.

[Quer. Then they'l let me alone, for I am not dead.
Ger.
See you perform your office, the King commands.

Soul.
We will, great King, and noble Generall.

Ger.
Lo here is slain brave Burnomoy, the blade
Who deserves pomp, as much as Burgargo had.

Cel.
That time and this is not now poys'd alike,
The War conveys a change of Sea and Land,
Therefore he must be buried 'mong the rest,
So then confirm your place.

[Exeunt omnes præter Souldiers,
Sould. 1.
Come, lets make a hole, and put them all in.

Quer.
Oh, what must I do then? faith I'le dye with them,
For I shall be kill'd if I stir.

Sould. 2.
Let's take the plunder of the field first;
Oh here's a good suit, I'le have this, none else.

Sould. 3.
What, here's one fellow warm, I believe he
Is alive still;
[He kicks Quer. to see whether he be alive or no and Quer. answerth nothing, but makes a face.
But if he be quick, he shall be put in the grave first.

[Exeunt, and carrie out the dead bodies.

Scen. 5.

Hollarro, Lerenica
Holl.
The time runs round by hidden motion,
I was a King, but now more desperate;
And you my Queen, but fortune frown'd thereon.
I wish that Halia could have then opprest,
Her Father Nereus with a glad design,
To drown their ships in Cynthia's merciless realm,
Before they footed this Bruzantia:
Fair Lerenica, I must fly for fear,
To adore the sorrows of an exiles place;
I'le leave my Princely Robes, and dress my bones
According to the custome of a Pilgrims form;
And beat the banks which Neptunes waves have tost
To hunt my death, because I loathe the same;
And at my last farewell, I'le use no art,
Let sighs, tears, kisses, bid loath to depart.

Lere.
Those drops of blood doth stain my maiden face,
Because my sole Artemon must fly hence,
Sure Jove will strive to make the Ganymedes,
For the Hesperidon Dragon cannot stand
The force of such a Hercules: let hope,
Where's e're you tread your Princely guard, then guide
Your hood-winck actions in unknown places.
I willing am to stay, to make a prayer,
When you depart you'l kill my life, that thing.
The Swan's near death, when she begins to sing.

Holl.
Oh Damsel of my breath, let not such debt
Lie on the fabrick of Hollarro,
Though I have Diomedes fame, I'm loath
To prove Domitianus to thy soul;
Heaven and Earth will not forgive the fact,
No sacrifice nor kneeling pay the act;
The starry bowers would send a loathsome smell
To strangle death in the prime of my days;
Besides the edge of furious war would bring
A State to begge reliefe for thy great woe;
What, I be Demopheon to Phillis?
To cause untimely death? far from Hollarro,
Aid requires no help; I'le carry you
Along with me, to make the Indian foes
Grow stiffe with fear, because they see the Sun
Eclips'd by your bright brow; then go with me.

Ler.
Display your self no more in inward love,
My heart and tongue cannot express my mind;
I'le dwell within the Land, Bruzantia's walls,
As long as breath sees still the inner rooms;
Go noble Prince, as power doth give thee aid,
For thy own sake, I'le live and die a maid.

Holl.
Sweet Lerenica loath, but I must go,
My soul bids fly, my heart cryes out the same,
Then fair Lerenica, please to take th'air,
Of other Princes from Numenia:
So I must go, my tongue fails, nought but this
I can express; fair, give me adieu kiss,
Constant Lerenica, constant Lerenica.
[Exit Holl.

Ler.
Go noble Prince, stay, take another kiss;
What, art thou gone? woe, woe, Lerenica,
Cannot my warbling voyce crave Niobe,
To be with her turn'd into a dull stone,
That those stretching motions may then faint
At my more flinty nature, then my breast
Can expell from it, as such stormy blowes,
Or with Iphianassa and Lysippe,
Chang'd to strange furies, that no woe may pierce,
My vitall spirits; pish, now I feel
A stronger temper then those Goddesses,
No Dælalus his Labyrinth can hide,
My woe from running its due ordered course;
Then let me frame a twist as Iphis did,
For to make sorrow have abortive birth,
Or turn'd to man, to have a stronger heart
In the defiance of my wandring woe:
But stay, I wrong poor natures time,
For to detard the blow that rids my pains,
So pangs strikes larums to my parting close;
Then do appear thou ender of my life,
[Drawes her knife.
Bring licence from Elizian souls to me;
Come, come, thou quick Physitian, welcome now,
Thy medicines to my poor panting soul,
No tears shall hinder virtue of thy will,
Nor Ivory breast turn point of steely form;
So then I come Hollarro, dear Hollarro,
[stabs.
To which place thou'l follow me, woe, woe, woe.
Now I will frame and ocean for my soul
Of pure blood, to hoyst a Gallie in.
And its same say I shall aim at no port else,
But the Hollarro, Hollarro of my joy,
So spend you drops and make a quick convoy,
Drench all my soul to make that great deluge;
But if your wandring channels run to him,
Inform his ear my heart was th'messenger,
And for his own dear soul I bleed my last,
I wrong my soul to stay the time so long:
[stabs again.
Now then you happy Nymphs, make passage free,
Let no foul ghost turn back my bloody hand,
Though grim Prometheus vulture's tear my breast,
Yet still my journey tempers all those paines.
Then Jove that loves Diana's Nymph that's fair,
Ruling the whole universe in form,
Send down a smiling look, take pitty of
Her, who doth welter in her own hot blood,
As in the great red Sea, whose water boyls,
The time begins to challenge priviledge:
Oh, oh, I fail; oh, oh, I fail, and come,
Now, now, methinks, whole Kingdoms come to me:
Oh sweet sweet Musick, and a melody,
Hollarro, so I go, Hollarro—

[Falls and dyes, and lies on the Stage.

Scen. 6.

Celerinus, Gervoron, & Bellerrio.
Cel.
Mars, Armocares, is still our friend,
The mounting Eagle soars upon the wind,
And makes pale Moon a Diadem to her Crown,
And so all language smiles with hollowing cryes,
To shew our force like the Athenian,
Great Agatho, strange man of might, but weak
Unto our souls, who are Hyperions Son,
They stood like Pigmies, while we Albions
And Bergions stood to oppose the wrath;
Their Towns are ours, we'l make a happy skie,
Present a prosperous morn unto our souls;
And when crystall Aurora gives the foy!
To Cynthia's wandring Chariot, then I'le give,
And all divide the Land according to the place
Of every Souldier, the whole Kingdom shall
Be in fragments.

Ger.
Great King, the appointment of your sun-bright
Judgement, gives peace and plenty to our minds,
Whole Regions of a violentiall form is turn'd
To peace, her wishes in a splendent case;
And as the aggregate of future losse,
Is over-vail'd by joy of present time;
Even, so your sacred will stops envies teeth,
To give this Kingdome in a recompence.

Cel.
Though Maulinus, they were noble in their deeds,
To use the chain of liberty with friends,
The Phœnix of that age, which rob'd the time
With his best deeds, are trifles to my vote;
I hope my time will not prove like Cavinus,
But live to see my men in silver forests,
Urania's I vre shall not content the mind,
Nor Aruns Lute so well as gift will do,
To morrow morning it shall be confirm'd.

Bell.
Your royall Majesty hath shap'd my lot;
If Achilles were here, and Pargamus,
Their fame could be no greater then ours won;
Neptune and Nereus conspir'd with all one vote,
And Titans rays for to redeem your Land,
And, noble Leige, you have fulfil'd your part.

Ger.
The storm is over of great rage and War,
Rhenus her waves ne'r flowed with Nilus tides,
To make a fertile soyl, may be compar'd
To this your most King-like decree of fame.

Cel.
Here I Ulysses, they Alcanders stand,
While the Troys blades strike dead those Sarpedons,
The Agonius god is at command:
I'le do what pleaseth fancy of my care,
Though Alexanders fame runs much in world,
Yet bounty takes the place of all his acts,
Alecto, and the other two, cannot
Withdraw the purpose that I have decreed;
So we'l begon, to morrow is the day.

[Exeunt Cel. Ger., manet Bellerrio.
Bell.
Where's now Lerenica? sure, speed will drive
Her feet, to make a ranscat for her bold
Attempt, I shall be King or Prince, the King
Fore-tells, by service I did perform;
The brazen Gates of Hell dare not withstand
The bilbow blades of my great thundering arm:
[Finds Lerenica.
But stay, what's this? the spoils of some strange story,
'Tis not Lerenica sure, her face is black,
A contrary climate to her element;
I'le clense thy face to see with sorrows eyes,
Sure't cannot be fair Lerenica;
Let's see thy chin, thy finger and thy ring;
Oh las, it is the signature I gave
To her dear soul. oh curst Bellerrio,
I have done wrong for to defame my King,
And lose my Dame, a mock-star of the Sun;
Oh slavery of Heirs, to fight and die
By that great War I overcame by blows;
Let one Urn conclude both of our ashes,
A servile man unto my sorrow: no,
This arm shall send a weapon to my heart,
No policy shall work by quick design,
To turn the mind that hangs on that same string;
She's dead, she's dead, and stab'd her selfe for griefe,
By home-bred strife, and a full stretcht arm;
What, shall I live to see those dayes of woe,
With this my body, and want the life of th'soul?
No, sure I may with Carthaginians,
Be buried quick as Philenius were,
Make Celerinus prove to me a Cyrene
Oh that would be a joyfull day to see,
Such a mutation in my barbarous plot;
Or like Orpheus wife Euridice,
Be stung with the Aristæan Adder,
And so cause end to this my gloomy light:
But these afford no aid unto my dying soul,
Then let me be with Babylonian dame,
To Dirces fish converted, in moment,
That all Pallanian dames may hiss my woe,
To see my foul and unreserving thought;
Let flocking furies strangle breath within
Such a presumptious soul, to venture it;
I caus'd her death, then death must recompence
That virgins act; I must, I must then dye,
The battle's ended, but in arms with me,
Such objects fright my inner vitalls sense,
[Draws his sword.
So thou must be my friend when all forsake;
A happy key to open death the Gate.
Cut, cut, the veins, that hath wrought such a foe,
To fair Lerenica in her resting sleep:
Then here I come with a most sweet content,
[stabs
With Cancus bird, to pine away with mirth, oh—oh—
The pangs begin to work, I leave this place
To be surnam'd (Bellerrio's comfort
With Lerenica)—

[Falls and dies, so they are both convey'd off the Stage.

Scen. 7.

Hollarro in a distressed condition.
Holl.
This dismal life gives tongue unto my mind,
What Arcadian mountain, or Pholot wood,
Receive my soul, and charge it as a prey,
A Panetolium forrest would befit
My sense with decent alarums of fear;
Rouse then authority of hellish cryes,
Be thou a foe when substance wants its force,
Bring in a full carreer of desperate shouts,
And tax the muster-role of all my sense,
Though the Athenian Cynegirus
Holded the ship, while hands and stumps did last:
So I in fathers Kingdom equall'd him,
In that Halcyion's nest of all my joy,
No choller mov'd me to't, but duty did imprint
To lend that of aid of my full strongest arm,
By whose great blowes the air it did inflame;
I forced all those Symbarians by a rule,
To make the earth a pillow for their souls.
That which was matter and spirit, is now turn'd
To matter onely in a putrid form:
The Spirit's gone like an airy breath,
And a sweet musick onely by its sound.
When I have done all, this, must now return
Into a hopelesse humour of my life,
Losing my Kingdom, cast as reprobate:
No sure, I shall ne'r undergo't with hope,
To boyl in lake of famine and dispair,
Vengeance cryes loud unto my fearful soul,
But impotency warns me to desist,
A desolate forrest yields no comfort to
A Princely humour, lest be by combate
Of savage creatures in their form and shape,
But let a hope survive my vital sense,
Often good fortune haps to a forrain Prince:
But stay, methinks I wander without brains,
Where's Lerenica my onely Queen and joy;
Oh that's the deed, no hope can recompence;
Now, now, these thoughts bequeath my life to death,
Let Orcus streams that flow from Stygian lake,
Make her full course in channel of my throat;
Or like Ocnomatus, an Elian King,
Treacherously slain, not knowing friends from foe
Or else like Daphne, turn to tri-form,
Wearing a Laurell Crown of Prince's power;
But all these dayes are gone, a quicker charm
Shall do the deed, come thou my steely man:
[He drawes his sword, and sets it to his breast, but cannot make it enter.
Oh strange, oh strange; what, is my soul an Adamant?
The point is turn'd, sure gods hath against said,
I'le try once more, perchance it was my fear;
[He tries again, and his sword breaks.
Heavens bless me, what's the matter? what, is
My sword confounded, and my breast yet firm?
Well, I'le go range for a fury to kill
Me, or else die with dispair.
Exit Hollarro.

Celerinus, Gervoron, Souldiers.
Cel.
After the Queen is punish'd by courage,
Of lash, of fury, with a martiall hand,
The storms grown calm of all our forrain foes,
All poetick Centaures leave the game,
Not one assayl on credit of our fame;
Then Gervoron be you the Lord of
The woody Province of Bruzantia;
As for Bellerrio he hath sung a doleful close
Of ecchoing quavers to Elizium:
And all my Souldlers have a fitting bound,
According to the valour they have won.

Ger.
Most noble Liege,
Time doth surrender office to your Crown,
Giving the Theater of all Kingly power,
Making all Rebels venture for safeguard,
Suffering no bulwork of discretion;
Therefore grave judgement is in balance now,
And your great Majesty hath poys'd the same,
By prosperous spoyls; all ponderous rage is gone
Fled with the viper to the cave of fear:
All foggy shaddows turn a crystall rays,
To make the misty humour ascend up;
Tears wip'd from us, a joyfull day now comes,
No stars are now, but turn'd to glittering suns.

Cel.
Let Tagus spangled shore void up all Gems,
And Nilus gliding streams recruit all stems,
The quintessence of all four Elements,
And all the earth as they each one frequent,
Joyn all in one to make Elixar true,
Yet all are vain to what is born to you,
The mass of all the round terrestiall globe,
Is unto that you have, but a poor node;
You in abyss of joy is plung'd full out,
And in a Wardrobe which none can recrout;
Go blessed souls, take spoils or fields, what you
Do most approve of, or best in your shew.

Sould.
Noble Heroick Liege, all grace wait on
Your Kingly honour, and royall person.
Exit Sould.

Ger.
Honour of honours, and the field of fame,
Give Victors, Trophies, to your divine name;
Let them all sound, to make the rocky stones
Know whose's their subject, who helps their great moans,
And let the wheel of valour still at hand,
Stand present at the sign of your command.

Cel.
The rector of all the spred dapled skies,
Who holds the Poles, and all that on them lies,
Bids gloomy Luna take possession free,
Of golden Titan and his splendency.
So we'l depart, Aberden must give way
To Celerinus, who still rules the day.

Exeunt.

Scen. 8.

Chorus
, Song 1.

[Chorus.]
Song 2.
See how the flocks possesse the ground,
While men do wait thereon,
And all things in a blessed form,
And joyfull union;
All Cities quiet, singing hymns,
While children plaies thereby,
Skies send to them a happy morn,
All by milde jubily;
Therefore since peace doth make these things,
Let us spend all our dayes
To frame such peace while peace doth last
In all our wandring wayes:
How bravely Nymphs and Satyrs play,
And skip in valleys low;
And how great Jove doth like the same
In such a pleasant shew;
Then sound, clap hands, and make a noyse,
Till skies they do rebound,
To see such friendship and such love,
'Twixt their Land and this ground.
Exeunt.

The Graces, with the Ring of Amity.
Agl.
Aberden caus'd Celerinus to fly.

Tha.
Celerinus made Aberden know why.

Eup.
Neither of those Kings knew which first should die.

At.
Here's Aberdens ashes laid in tomb,
And Souldiers lye so thick, there is no room
For future damage, the clear stars wax dim,
A Serpent now is vice-roy of all sin,
His subject made their answer and design,
Still viewing Countries, till with him made fine;
The wide mouth of all swallowing angers throat,
Gapes like Eagle or Lion from his vote,
No Empire bounded, but this Nymph will see
The bounds and freedom of its liberty;
She's born of crooked nature, 'cause her will
Is oft imploy'd to manage what is ill;
But let grim Anger wait, as long as days,
Or years, or months, or Sol hath any rays,
She still shall be debarred from us three,
Who live in ring (naked) of amity.

Tha.
The hellish Queen, great Adrenimia's paid
To her deserts, in prison chain'd, and laid
For future trouble of a dreadful day;
Greedy her hands were to spill blood alway;
But now expect revenge from that same King,
Where she imploy'd such a Lethalian thing.

Eup.
The Prince Hollarro still must wander time,
In smiling Dales and Woods then full of crime;
The hoysting sayls of all his hope must be,
After foul cross to have community,
Until the spangled skies doth give such rays,
I wish bright Sol may turn all nights to dayes;
But if my wish be too severe in sight,
I wish all native Princes had their right.

Exeunt.