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Actus Primus.
Scena 1.
Enter Selinthus, Gaselles, and Osman.Sel.
No murmurings, Noble Captains.
Gas.
Murmurings, Cosen?
this Peace is worse to men of war and action
then fasting in the face o'th'so, or lodging
on the cold earth. Give me the Camp, say I,
where in the Sutlers palace on pay-day
we may the precious liquor quaff, and kisse
his buxome wife; who though she be not clad
in Persian Silks, or costly Tyrian Purples,
has a clean skin, soft thighes, and wholsome corps,
fit for the trayler of the puissant Pike,
to sollace in delight with.
Os.
Here in your lewd Citie,
the Harlots do avoid us sons o'th'Sword,
worse then a severe Officer. Besides,
here men o'th'Shop can gorge their mustie maws
with the delicious Capon, and fat limbs
of Mutton large enough to be held shoulders
o'th'Ram ancouge the 12 Signes, while for pure want
your souldier oft dines at the charge o'th'dead,
'mong tombs in the great Mosque.
Sel.
'Tis beleev'd Coz,
and by the wisest few too, that i'th'Camp
you do not feed on pleasant poults; a sallad,
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sometimes your guts, although they keep more noise
then a large pool ful of ingendring frogs.
Then for accoutrements, you wear the Buff,
as you believ'd it heresie to change
for linnen: Surely most of yours is spent
in lint, to make long tents for your green wounds
after an onslaught.
Gas.
Coz. these are sad truths,
incident to fraile mortals!
Sel.
You yet crie
out with more eagernesse stil for new wars,
then women for new fashions.
Os.
'Tis confess'd,
Peace is more opposite to my nature, then
the running ach in the rich Usurers feet,
when he roars out, as if he were in hel
before his time. Why, I love mischief, Coz,
when one may do't securely; to cut throats
with a licencious pleasure; when good men
and true o'th Jurie, with their frostie beards
shall not have power to give the noble wesand,
which has the steele defied, to th'hanging mercy
of the ungracious cord.
Sel.
Gentlemen both,
and Cozens mine, I do believe't much pity,
to strive to reconvert you from the faith
you have been bred in: though your large discourse
and praise, wherein you magnifie your Mistriss,
Warr, shall scarce drive me from my quiet sheets,
to sleep upon a turfe. But pray say, Cozens.
How do you like your General, Prince,
is he a right Mars?
Gas.
As if his Nurse had lapt him
in swadling clouts of steele; a very Hector
and Alcibiades.
Sel.
It seems he does not relish
these boasted sweets of warre: for all his triumphs,
he is reported melancholy.
Os.
Want of exercise
renders all men of actions, dul as dormise;
your Souldier only can dance to the Drum,
and sing a Hymn of joy to the sweet Trumpet:
there's no musick like it.
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Ab.
I'll know the cause,
he shall deny me hardly else.
Mu.
His melancholy,
known whence it rises once, 't may much conduce
to help our purpose.
Gas.
Pray Coz. what Lords are these?
they seem as ful of plot, as Generals
are in Siege, they're very serious.
Sel.
That young Stripling
is our great Emperors son, by his last wife:
that in the rich Imbroidery's, the Court Hermes;
one that has hatcht more projects, then the ovens
in Egypt chickens; the other, though they cal
friends, his meer opposite Planet Mars,
one that does put on a reserv'd gravitie,
which some call wisdom, the rough Souldier Mura,
Governour i'th'Moroccos.
Os.
Him we've heard of
before: but Cozen, shal that man of trust,
thy tailor, furnish us with new accoutrements?
hast thou tane order for them?
Sel.
Yes, yes, you shal
flourish in fresh habiliments; but you must
promise me not to ingage your corporal oathes
you wil see't satisfied at the next press,
out of the profits that arise from ransome
of those rich yeomans heires, that dare not look
the fierce foe in the face.
Gas.
Doubt not our truths,
though we be given much to contradictions,
we wil not pawn oaths of that nature.
Sel.
Wel then, this note does fetch the garments:
meet me Cozens anon at Supper.
Exeunt Gas. Os.
Os.
Honourable Coz. we wil come give our thanks.
Enter Abilqualit
Ab.
My gracious brother,
make us not such a stranger to your thoughts,
to consume all your honors in close retirements;
perhaps since you from Spain return'd a victor,
with (the worlds conqueror) Alexander, you greive
Nature ordain'd no other earths to vanquish;
is't be so, Princely brother, we'le bear part
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Abil.
Gentle youth.
press me no farther, I stil hold my temper
free and unshaken, only some fond thoughts
of trivial moment, cal my faculties
to private meditations.
Sim.
Howsoe're your Hignesse
does please to term them, 'tis meer melancholy,
which next to sin, is the greatest maladie
that can oppress mans soul.
Sel.
They say right:
and that your Grace may see what a meer madnesse,
a very mid-summer frenzy, 'tis to be
melancholy, for any man that wants no monie,
I (with your pardon) wil discusse unto you
all sorts, all sizes, persons and conditions,
that are infected with it; and the reasons
why it in each arises.
Ab.
Learned Selinthus,
Let's tast of thy Philosophie
Mu.
Pish, 'Tis unwelcome
to any of judgment, this fond prate:
I marvel that our Emperor dos permit
fools to abound ith'Court!
Sel.
What makes your grave Lordship
in it, I do beseech you? But Sir, mark me,
the kernel of the text enucleated,
I shall confute, refute, repel, refel,
explode, exterminate, expunge, extinguish
like a rush candle, this same heresie,
that is shot up like a pernicious Mushroom,
to poison true humanitie.
Ab.
You shall stay and hear a lecture read
on your disease; you shal, as I love virtue.
Sel.
First the cause then
from whence this flatus Hypocondriacus
this glimmering of the gizard (for in wild fowl,
'tis term'd so by Hypocrates) arises,
is as Averroes and Avicen,
with Abenbucar, Baruch and Aboflii,
and all the Arabick writers have affirm'd,
a meer defect, that is as we interpret, a want of—
Abil.
Of what, Selinthus?
Sel.
Of wit, and please your Highnesse,
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and special causes, they are all deriv'd
from severall wants; yet they must be considerd,
pondred, perpended, or premeditated.
Sim.
My Lord, y'ad best be brief,
your Patient will be wearie else.
Sel.
I cannot play the fool rightly, I mean, the Physician
without I have licence to expalcat
on the disease. But (my good Lord) more briefly,
I shall declare to you like a man of wisdom
and no Physician, who deal all in simples,
why men are melancholy. First, for your Courtier.
Sim.
It concerns us all to be attentive, Sir.
Sel.
Your sage and serious Courtier; who does walk
with a State face, as he had drest himself
ith'Emperors glasse, and had his beard turn'd up
by the' irons Roial, he will be as pensive
as Stallion after Catum, when he wants suits,
begging suits, I mean. Me thinks, (my Lord)
you are grown something solemn on the sudden;
since your Monopolies and Patents, which
made your purse swell like a wet spunge, have been
reduc'd to th'last gasp. Troth, it is far better
to confesse here, then in a worser place.
Is it not so indeed?
Abil.
What ere he does
by mine, I'me sure h'as hit the cause from whence
your grief springs, Lord Simanthes.
Sel.
No Egyptian Soothsayer
has truer inspirations, then your small Courtiers
from causes and wants manifold; as when
the Emperors count'nance with propitious noise
does not cry chink in pocket, no repute is
with Mercer, nor with Tailor; nay sometimes too
the humor's pregnant in him, when repulse
is given him by a Beautie: I can speak this
though from no Memphian Priest, or sage Caldean,
from the best Mistris (Gentlemen) an Experience.
Last night I had a mind t'a comly Semstress,
who did refuse me, and behold, ere since
how like an Ass I look.
Enter Tarifa.
Tar.
What, at your Counsels, Lords? the great Almanzor
requires your presence, Mura; has decree'd
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Prince Abilqualet, are appointed Chief:
And you, brave spirited Abrahen, an Assistant
to your victorious Brother: You, Lord Mura,
destin'd Lieutenant General.
Abil.
And must I march against the foe, without
thy company? I relish not th'imployment.
Tar.
Alas, my Lord,
Tarifa's head's grown white beneath his helmet;
and your good Father thought it charity
to spare mine age from travel: though this ease
will be more irksome to me then the toil
of war in a sharp winter.
Abr.
It arrives just to our wish. My gracious brother, I
anon shall wait on you: mean time, valiant Mura,
let us attend my Father.
Exeunt Ab. Mura, Sim.
Abil.
Good Selinthus,
vouchsafe a while your absence, I shall have
imployment shortly for your trust.
Sel.
Your Grace shall have as much power to command
Selinthus, as his best fanci'd Mistress. I am your creature.
Exit.
Tar.
Now, my Lord,
I hope y'are cloath'd with all those resolutions
that usher glorious minds to brave atchievements.
The happy genius on your youth attendant
declares it built for Victories and Triumphs;
and the proud Persian Monarchie, the sole
emulous opposer of the Arabique Greatnesse,
courts (like a fair Bride) your Imperial Arms,
waiting t'invest You Soveraigne of her beauties.
Why are you dull (my Lord?) Your cheerful looks
should with a prosp'rous augury presage
a certain Victory: when you droop already,
as if the foe had ravish'd from your Crest
the noble Palm. For shame (Sir) be more sprightly;
your sad appearance, should they thus behold you,
would half unsoul your Army,
Abil.
'Tis no matter,
Such looks best sute my fortune. Know (Tarifa)
I'm undispos'd to manage this great Voiage,
and must not undertake it.
Tar.
Must not, Sir!
Is't possible a love-sick youth, whose hopes
are fixt on marriage, on his bridal night
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should rust in ease, now when you hear the charge,
and see before you the triumphant Prize
destin'd t'adorn your Valour? You should rather
be furnish'd with a power above these passions;
and being invok'd by the mighty charm of Honour,
flie to atchieve this war, not undertake it.
I'd rather you had said, Tarifa ly'd,
then utter'd such a sound, harsh and unwelcome.
Abil.
I know thou lov'st me truly, and durst I
to any born of woman, speak, my intentions,
the fatal cause which does withdraw my courage
from this imployment, which like health I covet,
thou shouldst enjoy it fully. But (Tarifa)
the said discov'ry of it is not fit
for me to utter, much lesse for thy vertue
to be acquainted with.
Tar.
Why (my Lord?)
my loyaltie can merit no suspicion
from you of falshood: whatsoere the cause be
or good, or wicked, 't meets a trustie silence,
and my best care and honest counsel shall
indeavour to reclaim, or to assist you
if it be good, if ill, from your bad purpose.
Abil.
Why, that I know (Tarifa. 'Tis the love
thou bear'st to honour, renders thee unapt
to be partaker of those resolutions
that by compulsion keep me from this Voiage:
For they with such inevitable sweetnesse
invade my sense, that though in their performance
my Fame and Vertue even to death do languish,
I must attempt, and bring them unto act,
or perish i'th'pursuance.
Tar.
Heaven avert
a mischief so prodigious. Though I would not
with over-sawcie boldnesse presse your counsels;
yet pardon (Sir) my Loialtie, which timorous
of your lov'd welfare, must intreat, beseech you
with ardent love and reverence, to disclose
the hidden cause that can estrange your courage
from its own Mars, with-hold you from this Action
so much ally'd to honour: Pray reveal it:
By all your hopes of what you hold most precious,
I do implore it; for my faith in breeding
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Tarifa's fears, that wander into strange
unwelcome doubts, lest some ambitious frenzy
'gainst your imperial fathers dignitie
has late seduc'd your goodness.
Abr.
No, Tarifa,
I ne're durst aim at that unholy height
in viperous wickednesse; a sinlesse, harmlesse
(ist can be truly term'd one) 'tis my soul
labours even to dispaire with: t'faine would out,
did not my blushes interdict my language:
'tis unchast love, Tarifa; nay, tak't all,
and when thou hast it, pity my misfortunes,
to fair Caropia, the chast, vertuous wife
to surly Mura.
Tar.
What a fool Desire is!
with Giant strengths it makes us court the knowledg
of hidden mysteries, which once reveal'd,
far more inconstant then the air, it fleets
into new wishes, that the coveted secret
had slept still in oblivion.
Abil.
I was certaine
'twould fright thy innocence, and look to be
besieged with strong disswasions from my purpose:
but be assur'd, that I have tir'd my thoughts
with all the rules that teach men moral goodnesse,
so to reclaime them from this love-sick looseness;
but they (like wholesome medicines misaplied)
fac'd their best operation, fond and fruitlesse.
Though I as wel may hope to kiss the Sun-beams
'cause they shine on me, as from her to gaine
one glance of comfort; yet my mind, that pities
it self with constant tendernesse, must needs
revolve the cause of its calamity,
and melt i'th'pleasure of so sweet a sadness.
Tar.
Then y'are undone for ever; Sir, undon
beyond the help of councel or repentance.
'Tis most ignoble, that a mind unshaken
by fear, should by a vain desire be broken;
or that those powers no labour e're could vanquish,
should be orecome and thral'd by sordid pleasure.
Pray (Sir) consider, that in glorious war,
which makes Ambition (by base men termed sin)
a big and gallant Virtue, y'ave been nurs'd,
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by th'surly noise o'th'trumpet, which now summons
you to victorious use of your indowments:
and shall a Mistrisse stay you! such a one too,
as to attempt, then war it self's more dangerous!
Abil.
All these perswasions are to as much purpose,
as you should strive to reinvest with peace,
and all the joyes of health and life, a soul
condemn'd to perpetuity of torments.
No (my Tarifa) though through all disgraces,
losse of my honour, fame, nay hope for Empire,
I should be forc'd to wade to obtain her love;
those seas of mischief would be pleasing streams,
which I would hast to bath in, and passe through them
with that delight thou would'st to victory,
or slaves long chain'd to'th'oare, to sudden freedome.
Tar.
Were you not Abilqualit, from this time then
our friendships (like two rivers from one head
rising) should wander a dissever'd course,
and never meet againe, unlesse to quarrel.
Nay, old and stiffe, now as my iron garments,
were you my son, my sword should teach your wildness
a swift way to repentance. Y'are my Prince,
on whom all hopes depend; think on your Father,
that lively Image of majestick goodness,
who never yet wrong'd Matron in his lust,
or man in his displeasure. Pray conjecture
your Father, Countrie, Army, by my mouth
beseech your pietie to an early pittie
of your yet unslain Innocence. No attention!
Farwel: my praiers shall wait you, though my Counsels
be thus despis'd. Farwel Prince!
Exit.
Abil.
'Las good man, he weeps.
Such tears I've seen fall from his manly eyes
once when ye lost a battel. Why should I
put off my Reason, Valor, Honour, Virtue,
in hopes to gain a Beautie, whose possession
renders me more uncapable of peace,
then I am now I want it? Like a sweet,
much coveted banquet, 'tis no sooner tasted,
but it's delicious luxury's forgotten.
Besides, it is un lawful. Idle fool,
there is no law, but what's prescribed by Love,
Natures first moving Organ; nor can ought
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On then, my soul, and destitute of fears,
like an adventrous Mariner, that knows
storms must attend him, yet dares court his peril,
strive to obtain this happy Port. Mesithes
(Loves cunning Advocate) does for me besiege
(with gifts and vows) her Chastitie. She is
compass'd with flesh, that's not invulnerable,
and may by Love's sharp darts be pierc'd. They stand
firm, whom no art can bring to Love's command.
Enter Abrahen,
Abr.
My gracious brother!
Abil.
Dearest Abrahen, welcome.
Tis certainly decreed by our dread Father,
we must both march against th'insulting foe.
How does thy youth, yet uninur'd to travel,
relish the Imploiment?
Abr.
War is sweet to those
that never have experienc'd it. My youth
cannot desire in that big Art a nobler
Tutor then you (my Brother) Like an Eglet
following her dam, I shall your honour'd steps
trace through all dangers, and be proud to borrow
a branch, when your head's coverd ore with Lawrel,
to deck my humbler temples.
Abil.
I do know thee
of valiant active soul; and though a youth,
thy forward spirit merits the Command
of Chief, rather then Second in an Armie.
Would heaven our Roial Father had bestow'd
on thee the Charge of General.
Abr.
On me, Sir!
Alas, 'tis fit I first should know those Arts
that do distinguish Valour from wild rashness.
A Gen'ral (Brother) must have abler nerves
of Judgment, then in my youth can be hop'd for.
Your self already like a flourishing Spring
teeming with early Victories, the Souldier
expects should lead them to new Triumphs, as
if you had vanquisht fortune.
Abil.
I am not so
ambitious (Abrahen) of particular glories,
but I would have those whom I love partake them.
This Persian war, the last of the whole East
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the great Almanzor, shall be the trophee
of thy yet maiden Valour. I have done
enough already to inform Succession,
that Abilqualit durst on fiercest foes
run to fetch Conquest home, and would have thy name
as great as mine in Arms, that Historie
might register, our Familie abounded
with Heroes, born for Victorie.
Abr.
Tis an honour,
which, though it be above my powers, committed
to my direction, I would seek to manage
with care above my yeers, and courage equal
to his, that dares the horrid'st face of danger:
But 'tis your noble courtesie would thrust
this masc'line honor (far above his merits)
on your regardless Brother; for my Father,
he has no thought tending to your intentions;
nor though your goodness should desire, would hardly
be won to yeild consent to them.
Abil.
Why, my Abrahen,
w'are both his sons, and should be both alike
dear to's affections; and though birth hath given me
the larger hopes and Titles, 'twere unnatural,
should he not strive t'indow thee with a portion
apted to the magnificence of his Off-spring.
But thou perhaps art timorous, lest thy first
essayes of valour should meet fate disastrous.
The bold are Fortunes darlings. If thou hast
courage to venture on this great imploiment,
doubt not, I shall prevail upon our Father
t'ordain thee Chief in this brave hopefull Voiage.
Abr.
You imagine me
beyond all thought of gratitude; and doubt not
that I'll deceive your trust. The glorious Ensignes
waving i'th'air once, like so many Comets,
shall speak the Persians funerals, on whose ruines
we'l build to Fame and Victorie new temples,
which shall like Pyramids preserve our memories,
when we are chang'd to ashes.
Abil.
Be sure, continue
in this brave minde; I'll instantly solicite
our Father to confirm thee in the Charge
of General. I'll about it.
Exit.
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Farewel gracious Brother.
This haps above my hopes. 'Las, good dull fool,
I see through thy intents, clear, as thy soul
were as transparent as thin air or Cristal.
He would have me remov'd, march with the Armie,
that he mean time might make a sure defeat
on our aged fathers life and Empire: 'tmust
be certain as the light. Why should not his
with equall heat, be like my thoughts, ambitious?
Be they as harmless as the prai'rs of Virgins,
I'll work his ruine out of his intentions.
He like a thick cloud stands 'twixt me and Greatnesse:
Greatnesse, the wise mans true felicity,
Honour's direct inheritance. My youth
wil quit suspicion of my subtil practice:
then have I surly Mura and Simanthes,
my allyes by my dead Mothers bloud, my assistants,
his Eunuch too Mesithes at my service.
Simanthes shall inform the King, the people
desire Prince Abilqualit's stay; and Mura
whose blunt demeanour renders him oraculous,
make a shrewd inference out of it. He is my half Brother,
th'other's my Father; names, meer airie titles!
Soveraigntie's onely sacred, Greatnesse goodnesse,
true self-affection Justice, every thing
righteous that's helpfull to create a King.
Enter Mura, Simanthes.
Abil.
My trustie friends, y'are welcome:
our fate's above our wishes; Abilqualit
by whatso'ere pow'r mov'd to his own ruine,
would fain inforce his charge of General on me,
and stay at home.
Sim.
Why, how can this conduce
t'advance our purpose?
Abr.
Tis the mainest engine
could ever move to ruine him. Simanthes,
you shall inform our Father, tis the people
out of their tender love desires his stay.
You (Mura) shall infer my Brothers greatnesse
with people; out of it, how nice it is and dangerous.
The air is open here; come, wee'll discourse
with more secure privacie our purpose.
Nothing's unjust, unsacred, tends to advance
us to a Kingdom; that's the height of chance.
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