University of Virginia Library

Actus Quintus.

Scæna Prima.

Enter Chilax and Priest, Calis, Lady and Nun.
Chi.
What lights are those that enter there, still neerer?
Plague a your rotten itch, do you draw me hither
Into the Temple to betray me? was there no place
To satisfie your sin in? Gods forgive me,
Still they come forward;

Priest.
Peace ye foole, I have found it,
'Tis the young Princesse Calis.

Chi.
'Tis the divell
To claw us for our catterwawling.

Pri.
Retire softly,
I did not looke for you these two houres, Lady,
Beshrew your hast: that way,

Chi.
That goes to th'Altar?
Ye old blind Beast.

Pr.
I know not any way;
Still they come nearer,
I'le in to th'Oracle;

Chi.
That's well remembred Ile in with ye;

Pr.
Doe.

Exeunt Priest & Chilax.
Enter Calis and her Traine with lights singing; Lucippe, Cleanthe
[Cails' traine]
SONG.

Enter a Nun.
Nun.
You about her all retyre,
Whilst the Princesse feedes the fire,
When your Devotions ended be
To the Oracle I will attend ye.

Exit. Nun & draws the Curten close to Calis.
Enter Stremon and Eumenes.
Strem.
Hee will abroad.

Eumen.
How does his humour hold him?

Strem.
He is now growne wondrous sad, weeps often too,
Talkes of his brother to himselfe, starts strangely.

Eum.
Does he not curse?

Stre.
No.

Eum.
Nor breake out in furie,
Offering some new attempt?

Stre.
Neither, toth' Temple
Is all we heare of now: what there he will doe;

Eumen.
I hope repent his folly, let's be neare him.

Strem.
Where are the rest?

Eumen.
About a businesse
Concernes him mainly, if heav'n cure this madnesse,
He's man for ever Stremon.

Strem.
Does the King know it?

Eumen.
Yes, and much troubled with it, is now gone
To seeke his sister out.
Come let's away then.

Exeunt Eumen. Stremon, Calis.
Enter Nun, she opens the Curtain to Calis.
Calis at the Oracle, Arras.
Nun.
Peace to your praiers Lady, will it please ye
To passe on to the Oracle.

Calis.
Most humblie.

Chilax & Priest in the Oracle.
Chi.
Doe ye heare that?

Pr.
Yes, lie close.

Chi.
A wildfire take ye,
What shall become of me? I shall be hang'd now.
Is this a time to shake? a halter shake ye,
Come up and juggle, come.

Pr.
I am monstrous fearfull.

Chi.
Up ye old gaping Oyster, up and answer,
A mouldie mange upon your chops, ye told me
I was safe here till the Bell rung.

Pr.
I was prevented,
And did not looke these three houres for the Princesse.

Chi.
Shall we be taken?

Pr.
Speake for loves sake Chilax?
I can not, nor I dare not.

Chi.
I'le speake treason, for I had as lieve be hang'd for that

Pr.
Good Chilax.

Chi.
Must it be sung or sed? what shall I tell 'em?
They are here? here now preparing.

Pr.
O, my conscience!

Chi.
Plague a your spurgall'd conscience, does it tyre now?
Now when it should be tuffest? I could make thee—

Pr.
Save us, wee are both undone else.

Chi.
Downe ye dog then,
Be quiet, and be stanch to no inundations.

Nun.
Here kneele againe, and Venus grant your wishes.

Calis.
O Divine starre of Heaven,
Thou in power above the seven:
Thou sweet kindler of desires,
Till they grow to mutuall fires:
Thou, O gentle Queen that art,
Curer of each wounded heart.
Thou the fuell, and the flame;
Thou in heaven, and here the same:
Thou the wooer, and the wood:
Thou the hunger, and the food:
Thou the prayer, and the prayed;
Thou what is, or shall be said:
Thou still young, and golden tressed,
Make me by thy Answer blessed.

Chi.
When?

Pr.
Now speake handsomly, and small by all meanes,
I have told ye what.

Thunder.
Chi.
But I'le tell you a new tale
Now for my necke verse; I have heard thy prayers,
And marke me well.

Musicke. Venus descends.
Nun.
The Goddesse is displeased much,
The Temple shakes and totters: she appeares,
Bow, Lady, bow.

Venus.
Purge me the Temple round,
And live by this example henceforth sound
Virgin, I have seene thy teares,
Heard thy wishes and thy feares,
Thy holy Incence flew above,
Harke therefore, thy doome in love,
Had thy heart bin soft at first,
Now thou had'st alayd thy thirst:
Had thy stubborne will but bended,
All thy sorrows here had ended;
Therefore be just in love,
And strange fortune thou must prove,
And, for thou hast bin sterne and coy,
A dead love thou shalt enjoy.

Calis.
O gentle goddesse!

Venus.
Rise, thy doome is sed,
And feare not; I shall please thee with the dead,

Uenus ascends.
Nun.
Goe up into the Temple and there end
Your holy rites, the Goddesse smiles upon ye.

Exeunt. Cal. & Nun.
Enter Chilax in his Robe.
Chi.
I'le no more Oracles, nor Miracles,
Nor no more Church worke, Ile be drawn & hang'd first:
Am not I torne a pieces with the thunder?
Death, I can scarce believe I live yet,
It gave me on the buttocks, a cruell, a huge bang,
I had a lieue a had 'em scratcht with dog-whips;
Be quiet henceforth, now ye feele the end on't,
I would advise ye my old friends the good gentlewoman
Is strucken dumbe, and there her grace sits mumping
Like an old Ape eating a Brawn; sure the good Goddesse
Knew my intent was honest, to save the Princesse.
And how we young men are entic'd to wickednesse
By these lewd women, I had paid for't els too:
I am monstrous holy now, and cruel fearefull,
O! 'twas a plaguy thump, charg'd with a vengeance.
Enter Siphax, walkes softly over the Stage, and goes in.
Woo'd I were well at home; the best is 'tis not day:
Who's that? ha? Siphax? I'le be with you anon, sir,
Ye shall be Oracled I warrant ye,
And thunderd too as well as I: your Lordship
Enter Memnon, Eumenes, Stremon, and two carrying Torches.
Must needs enjoy the Princesse, yes, ha! torches?
And Memnon comming this way, he's dog mad,
And ten to one appearing thus unto him,
Hee worries me, I must goe by him.

Eumen.
Sir?

Mem.
Aske me no further questions; what art thou?
How dost thou stare? stand off; nay looke upon me,
I doe not shake, nor feare thee.—

Drawes his sword.
Chi.
A will kill me,
This is for Church worke.

Mem.
Why dost thou appeare now?
Thou wert fairly slain: I know thee Diocles,
And know thine envie to mine honour: but—

Chi.
Stay Memnon,
I am a Spirit, and thou canst not hurt me.

Eumen.
This is the voyce of Chilax.

Strem.
What makes he thus?

Chi.
'Tis true that I was slaine in field, but sowly
By multitudes not manhood: therefore marke me,
I doe appeare againe to quit mine honour,
And on thee single.

Mem.
I accept the challenge.
Where?

Chi.
On the Stigian banks

Mem.
When?

Chi.
Four dayes hence.

Mem.
Goe noble Ghost, I will attend.

Chi.
I thanke ye.

Strem.
Ye have sav'd your throat, and handsomly:
Farwell sir.

Exi. Chi.
Mem.
Sing me the Battell of Pelusium,
In which this Worthie died.

Eumen.

Mem.
Now forward to the Temple.

Exeunt.
Enter Chilax.
Chi.
Are ye gone?
How have I scapt this morning? by what miracle?
Sure I am ordain'd for some brave end.

Enter Cloe.
Cloe.
How is it?

Chi.
Come, 'tis as well as can be.

Cloe.
But is it possible
This should be true you tell me?

Chi.
'Tis most certaine.

Cloe.
Such a grosse Asse to love the Princesse?

Chi.
Peace,
Pull your robe close about ye: you are perfect
In all I taught ye.

Cloe.
Sure.

Chi.
Gods give thee good luck,
'Tis strange my braines should still be beating knaverie
For all these dangers: but they are needfull mischiefes,
And such are Nuts to me, and I must doe 'em,
You will remember me—

Cloe.
By this kisse Chilax.

Chilax.
No more of that, I feare another Thunder.

Cloe.
We are not i'th' Temple man.

Enter Siphax.
Chi.
Peace, here he comes,
Now to our businesse handsomely: away now.

Exi. Chilax and Cloe.
Siph.
'Twas sure the Princesse, for he kneel'd unto her,
And she lookt every way: I hope the Oracle
Has made me happy: me I hope she lookt for.
Enter Chilax and Cloe at the other doore.
Fortune, I will so honour thee, Love so adore thee,
She is here againe lookes round about againe too,
'Tis done, I know 'tis done; 'tis Chilax with her,
And I shall know of him; whose that?

Chi.
Speake softly,
The Princesse from the Oracle.

Siph.
She views me,
By heav'n she beckens me.

Chi.
Come neare, she woo'd have ye.

Si.
O royall Lady.
Kisses her hand.

Chi.
She wills ye read that, for belike she's bound to silence.
For such a time; she is wondrous gracious to ye.

Si.
Heav'n make me thankfull.

Chi.
She woo'd have ye read it,

He Reads.
Si.
Siphax, the will of Heaven hath cast me on thee
To be thy wife, whose will must be obay'd:
Use me with honour, I shall love thee dearly,
And make thee understand thy worths hereafter;
Convey me to a secret Ceremony,
That both our hearts and loves may be united,
And use no language, till before my brother.
We both appeare, where I will shew the Oracle,
For till that time I am bound, I must not answer.

Siph.
O happy I!

Chi.
Ye are a made man.

Siph.
But Chilax
Where are her women?

Chi.
None but your Graces Sister,
Because she would have it privat to the world yet,
Knowes of this businesse.

Siph.
I shall thanke the Chilax,
Thou art a carefull man.

Chi.
Your Graces servant.

Siph.
I'le find a fit place for thee.

Chi.
If you will not,
There's a good Lady will she points yee forward,
Away and take your fortune, not a word sir,
So, you are greas'd I hope.

Exit. Siph. & Cloe, manet Chi.
Enter Stremon, Foole and Boy.
Chi.
Stremon, Foole, Picus.
Where have you left your Lord?

Strem.
I'th' Temple, Chilax.

Chi.
Why are ye from him?

Strem.
Why the King is with him,
And all the Lords.

Chi.
Is not the Princesse there too.

Strem.
Yes,
And the strangest coile amongst 'em: She weeps bitterly;
The King entreats, and frownes, my Lord like Autumne
Drops off his hopes by handfulls, all the Temple
Sweats with this Agonie.

Chi.
Where's young Polidor?

Strem.
Dead as they said o'th' sudden.

Chi.
Dead?

Strem.
For certaine,
But not yet knowne abroad.

Chi.
There's a new trouble;
A brave young man he was; but we must all die.

Strem.
Did not the Generall meet you this morning
Like a tall stallion Nun?

Chi.
No more a that Boy.

Strem.
You had been ferreting.

Chi.
That's all one, Foole;
My Master foole that taught my wits to traffique,
What has your wisdome done? how have you profited?
Out with your Audit, come: you are not emptie,
Put out mine eye with twelve pence? do you shaker?
What thinke you of this shaking? here's wit coxcombe
Ha boyes? ha my fine rascalls, here's a Ring,
Pulls out a Purse.
How right they goe?

Foole.
O let me ring the fore-bell.

Chi.
And here are thumpers, Chickens, golden rogues,
Fit wit ye rascalls.

Foole.
I have a Sty here Chilax.

Chi.
I have no gold to cure it, not a penny,
Not one crosse Cavalier; we are dull Souldiers,
Grosse, heavy-headed fellowes; fight for victualls?

Foole.
Why; ye are the spirits of the time.

Chi.
By no meanes.

Foole.
The valiant firie.

Chi.
Fy, fie no.

Foole.
Be-lee-me sir.

Chi.
I woo'd I could sir.

Fool.
I will satisfie ye.

Chi.
But I will not content you; alas poore boy,
Thou shewst an honest nature weepes for thy Master,
There's a red rogue to buy thee handkerchers.

Foole.
A was an honest Gentleman, I have lost too.

Chi.
Ye have indeed your labour Foole; but Stremon,
Doest thou want money too? no virtue living?
No firking out at fingers ends?

Strem.
It seemes so.

Chi.
Will ye all serve me?

Strem.
Yes, when ye are Lord Generall,
For lesse I will not goe.

Chi.
There's gold for thee then,
Thou hast a souldiers minde, Foole.

Fool.
Here, your first man.

Chi.
I will give thee for thy wit, for 'tis a fine wit,
A daintie diving wit, hold up; just nothing,
Goe graze i'th' commons, yet I am mercifull
There's six pence; buy a Saucer, steale an old gowne,
And beg i'th' Temple for a Prophet, come away boyes,
Let's see how things are carried, Foole, up sirra,
You may chance get a dinner: Boy your preferment
I'le undertake, for your brave Masters sake,
You shall not perish.

Fool.
Chilax.

Chi.
Please me well Foole,
And you shall light my pipes: Away to th'Temple.
But stay, the Kings here, sport upon sport Boyes.

Enter King, Lords, Siphax kneeling, Cloe with a Vaile.
King.
What would you have Captaine,
Speake suddenly, for I am wondrous busie.

Siph.
A Pardon, Royall sir.

King.
For what?

Siph.
For that,
Which was heav'ns will, should not be mine alone sir;
My marrying with this Lady.

King.
It needs no Pardon,
For marriage is no sin.

Si.
Not in it selfe, sir,
But in presuming too much: Yet heav'n knowes
So does the Oracle that cast it on me,
And—the Princesse, royall sir.

King.
What Princesse?

Siph.
O be not angrie, my dread King, your Sister.

King.
My sister? she's i'th' Temple man.

Siph.
She is here sir.

Lord.
The Captain's mad, she is kneeling at the Altar.

King.
I know she is, with all my heart good Captain.
I do forgive ye both: be unvail'd Lady;
Puts off her vaile
Will ye have more forgivenes? the mans frantick,
Come let's goe bring her out: God give yee joy, sir.

Siph.
How? Cloe? my old Cloe?

Exit. King, Lords.
Cloe.
Even the same sir.

Chi.
Gods give your manhood much content.

Strem.
The Princesse
Lookes something mustie since her comming over.

Fool.
'Twere good, youl'd brush her over.

Siph.
Fooles and Fidlers
Make sport at my abuse too.

Foole.
O 'tis the nature
Of us Fooles to make bold with one another,
But you are wise, brave sirs.

Chi.
Cheere up your Princesse,
Believe it sir, the King will not be angry,
Or say he were; why 'twas the Oracle,
The Oracle, and like your Grace, the Oracle.

Strem.
And who, most mighty Siphax!

Siph.
With mine owne whore.

Cloe.
With whom els should ye marry speak your conscience,
Will ye transgresse the law of Armes, that ever
Rewards the Souldier with his owne sins?

Siph.
Devills.

Cloe.
Ye had my maiden-head, my youth, my sweetnes,
Is it not justice then?—

Siph.
I see it must be,
But by this hand. I'le hang a lock upon thee.

Cloe.
You shall not need, my honesty shall doe it.

Siph.
If there be wars in all the world—

Cloe.
I'le with ye,
For you know, I have bin a souldier,
Come, curse on: when I need another Oracle.

Chi.
Send for me Siphax, I'le fit ye with a Princesse,
And so to both your honours.

Foole.
And your graces.

Siph.
The Devill grace ye all.

Cloe.
God a mercy Chilax,

Chi.
Shall we laugh halfe an houre now?

Strem.
No the King comes,
And all the traine.

Chi.
Away then, our Act's ended.

Exeunt.
Enter King, Calis. Memnon and Cleanthe, Curtisan, Lords.
King.
You know he do's deserve ye, loves ye dearly,
You know what bloody violence had us'd
The Hearse ready Polidor, Eumenes & Captains
Upon himselfe, but that his brother crost it,
You know the same thoughts stil inhabit in him
And covet to take birth: Look on him Lady,
The wars have not so far consum'd him yet,
Cold age disabled him, or sicknesse sunk him
To be abhorr'd; looke on his Honour sister,
That beares no stamp of time, no wrinkles on it,
No sad demolishment, nor death can reach it:
Looke with the eyes of heaven that nightlie waken,
To view the wonders of my glorious Maker,
And not the weaknesse: looke with your vertuous eyes,
And then clad royaltie in all his conquests;
His matchlesse love hung with a thousand merits
Eternall youth attending, Fame and Fortune,
Time and Oblivion vexing at his vertues,
He shall appeare a miracle: looke on our dangers,
Looke on the publique ruine.

Calis.
O, deare brother.

King.
Fie, let us not like proud and greedy waters
Gaine, to give off againe: this is our Sea,
And you his Cynthia, govern him, take heed,
His flouds have bin as hie, and full as any,
And gloriously now is got up to the girdle,
The Kingdomes he hath purchas'd; noble Sister,
Take not your vertue from him, O take heed
We ebbe not now to nothing, take heed Calis.

Calis.
The wil of heaven not mine, which must not alter,
And my eternall doome for ought I know
Is fixt upon me; alas, I must love nothing,
Nothing that loves againe must I be blest with:
The gentle Vine climbs up the Oke and clips him
And when the stroke comes, yet they fall together;
Death, death must I enjoy, and live to love him,
O noble Sir!

Mem.
Those teares are some reward yet,
Pray let me wed your sorrowes.

Calis.
Take 'em Souldier,
They are fruitfull ones, lay but a sight upon 'em,
And strait they will conceive to infinites;
I told ye what, ye could find 'em,
Roome before there.
Knock.

Enter Funerall, Captaines following, and Eumenes.
King.
How now, what's this? more drops to th'Ocean?
Whose body's this?

Capt.
The noble Polidor,
This speakes his death.

Mem.
My Brother dead?

Calis.
O Goddesse!
O cruell, cruell Venus, here's my fortune.

King.
Read Captaine.

Mem.
Read aloude: farewell my follies.

Eumen reades
To the Excellent Princesse Calis.
1. Cap.
Be wise, as you are beauteous, love with judgement,
And look with clear eyes on my noble Brother,
Value desert and vertue, they are Jewells,
Fit for your worth and wearing: take heed Lady,
The Gods reward ingratitude most grievous;
Remember me no more, or if you must,
Seeke me in noble Memnons love, I dwell there:
I durst not live, because I durst not wrong him,
I can no more, make mee eternall happy
With looking downe upon your loves.

Farewell.
Mem.
And did'st thou die for me?

King.
Excellent vertue!
What will ye now doe?

Calis.
Dwell for euer here sir.

Mem.
For me deare Polidor? ô worthy young man!
O love, love, love, love above recompence!
Infinite love, infinite honesty!
Good Lady leave, you must have no share here,
Take home your sorrowes: here's enough to store me,
Brave glorious griefes! was ever such a brother?
Turne all the stories over in the world yet,
And search through all the memories of mankind,
And find me such a friend; h'as out-done all,
Outstript 'em sheerely, all, all, thou hast Polidor,
To die for me; why, as I hope for happinesse,
'Twas one of the rarest thought on things
The bravest, and carried beyond compasse of our actions,
I wonder how he hit it, a young man too,
In all the blossomes of his youth and beautie,
In all the fulnesse of his veines and wishes
Woed by that Paradice, that would catch heaven;
It starts me extreamly, thou blest Ashes,
Thou faithfull monument, where loue and friendship
Shall while the world is, worke new miracles.

Calis.
O! let me speake too.

Mem.
No not yet, thou man,
For we are but mans shadowes, only man,
I have not words to utter him; speake Lady,
I'le thinke a while.

Calis.
The Goddesse grants me this yet,
I shall enjoy the dead: no tombe shall hold thee
But these two armes, no Trickments but my teares
Over thy Hearse, my sorrowes like sad armes
Shall hang for ever: on the tuffest Marble
Mine eyes shall weepe thee out an Epitaph,
Love at thy feet shall kneele, his smart bow broken;
Faith at thy head, youth and the Graces mourners;
O sweet young man!

King.
Now I begin to melt too.

Mem.
Have ye enough yet Lady? roome for a gamster
To my fond Love, and all those idle fancies
A long farwell, thou diedst for me deare Polidor,
To give me peace, thou hast eternall glory,
I stay and talke here; I will kisse thee first,
And now I'le follow thee.

Polidor rises.
Pollidor.
Hold, for heavens sake!

Mem.
Ha!
Does he live?
Dost thou deceive me?

Pol.
Thus farre,
Yet for your good, and honour.

King.
Now deare sister;

Calis.
The Oracle is ended, noble sir,
Dispose me now as you please.

Po.
You are mine then?

Calis.
With all the joyes that may be.

Po.
Your consent sir;

King.
Ye have it freely.

Po.
Walke along with me then,
And as you love me, love my will.

Calis.
I will so.

Po.
Here worthy Brother, take this vertuous Princesse,
Ye have deserv'd her nobly, she will love ye,
And when my life shall bring ye peace, as she does,
Command it, ye shall have it.

Mem.
Sir, I thanke ye.

King.
I never found such goodnesse in such yeares.

Mem.
Thou shalt not over-doe me, though I die for't,
O how I love thy goodnesse, my best brother,
You have given me here a treasure to enrich me,
Would make the worthiest King alive a begger,
What may I give you back againe?

Po.
Your love sir.

Mem.
And you shall have it, even my dearest love,
My first, my noblest love, take her againe, sir,
She is yours, your honesty has over-run me,
She loves ye, lov'st her not? excellent Princesse,
Injoy thy wish, and now get Generalls.

Po.
As ye love heaven, love him, she is only yours, sir.

Mem.
As ye love heaven, love him, she is only yours, sir;
My Lord, the King.

Po.
He will undoe himselfe sir,
And must without her perish; who shall fight then?
Who shall protect your Kingdome?

Mem.
Give me hearing,
And after that beliefe, were she my soule
(As I doe love her equall) all my victories,
And all the living names I have gain'd by warre,
And living him that good, that vertuous good man,
That only worthy of the name of brother,
I would resigne all freely, 'tis all love
To me, all marriage rites, the joy of issues
To know him fruitfull, that has been so faithfull.

King.
This is the noblest difference—take your choise sister.

Calis.
I see they are so brave, and noble both,
I know not which to looke on.

Pol.
Chuse discreetly,
And vertue guide ye, there all the world in one man
Stands at the marke.

Mem.
There all mans honestie,
The sweetnesse of all youth—

Cal.
O God's!

Mem.
My Armour,
By all the God's she's yours; my armes, I say,
And I beseech your Grace, give me imployment,
That shall be now my Mistresse: here my Courtship.

King.
Ye shall have any thing.

Mem.
Vertuous Lady,
Remember me, your servant now; Young man,
You cannot over-reach me in your goodnesse;
O love! how sweet thou look'st now? and how gentle,
I should have slubber'd thee, and stain'd thy beauty;
Your hand, your hand sir;

King.
Take her, and Heaven blesse her.

Mem.
So.

Po.
'Tis your will sir, nothing of my merit;
And as your royall gift, I take this blessing.

Cal.
And I from heaven this gentleman: thanks Goddess.

Mem.
So ye are pleas'd now Lady;

Cal.
Now or never.

Mem.
My cold stiffe carkasse, would have frozen ye,
Warres, warres.

King.
Ye shall have warres.

Mem.
My next brave battell
I dedicate to your bright honour (sister,)
Give me a favour, that the world may know
I am your souldier.

Calis.
This, and all faire Fortunes.

Mem.
And he that beares this from me, must strike boldly.

Cleanthe kneeling.
Cal.
I do forgive thee: be honest, no more wench.

King.
Come now to Revells, this blest day shall prove
The happy crown of noble Faith and Love.

Exeunt.