University of Virginia Library

ACT. V.

SCEN. I.

Eudemus.
Eud.
VVith what Contrivance, and Deliberation
Am I become a Parricide? whiles that
I seek to quit her from a Tyrant, I
Am proved one my self, one worse than he;
In that I'm Cruell out of Tendernesse.
Is this to save thine Honour my Leucasia,
To take away thy Life? I would I had
Yeelded thee up without all tumult, then
Th' hadst liv'd at least. Now I desire thy Guilt.
Curs'd be that Fury that I dealt with—

Scen. II.

To him Pyle.
Pyl.
Come,
Make haste; conduct m', Eudemus; sleeps Misander?
Hath he drunk deep and largely?

Eud.
Hatefull Woman!
If thou hast any poison here about thee
Beside thy malice, doe one deed of Charity,
Infuse it into me: Shew here the vigor
Of that thy damned Art. Vile Sorceresse!
Look me to death: for every glance of thine
Should carry Fate with it. Thou'rt slack, when that
Thou shouldst bestow it where it is deserv'd.
'Twas ready to destroy an innocent Virgin.

Pyl.
What? hath Leucasia dranke it then?

Eud.
I'm sorry
Thou liv'st to aske the question, that thou dost not
Augment the number of the Furies, comming
A Plague ev'n unto them.

Pyl.
Be not so passionate,
My good Eudemus; take my Counsell with you,
If that your Daughter hath drank it her self,
Remove all Company from her whatsoever.
Let not Misander see her for a world.
I will secure her life: it will not work
To death, these two days yet: I've that will cure her.

Eud.
Sweet Pyle pardon what my rage hath scatter'd:
I have not leisure now t'excuse my Fury.
For Heavens sake along with me unto her.

Exeunt.

Scen. III.

Leucasia discover'd sleeping, Misander, Cleodemus, Timophilus, Patacion, Scedasus, Epigenes, Terpander, Euthalpe.
Mis.
Is it still death if I begin to love?

Euth.
And can I live if she begin to dye?
To tear mine hair is Womanish; to forerun
And lead the way t' Elyzium but a duty
She would not thank me for: if that some God,
Envious of honest fires, hath destin'd ruine
Unto this fairer Altar where they burn,
I'l see it be demolish'd decently,
And then my self fall the last Sacrifice.

Mis.
Call for some Musick one of you; perhaps
That may infuse a Peace into her Senses:
Her Soul, I'm sure, 's awake. I would this kiss
Could suck out all the Poyson that torments thee.

Euth.
Hold! have you so forgot her sacred Dictates?
There is more Reverence due unto her Fate.
Had you gone so far now as to embrace,
Love would have told her in the other world,
And so your Spirits had been divorc'd for ever.

Mis.
Pardon, Euthalpe; Grief transported me.
Why do not Plants desert their Native soyl?
And powerfull Herbs put on new Motion, coming
Unforc'd unto her help? Nature, thou shouldst
Be factious to restore her: I accuse thee;
Where are thy Vertues? where thy remedies now?

Terp.
'Twere good to knock an Horseshoe on the Threshold;
'T may be that Mother Pyle hath bewitch'd her:
Truly she looks as if she were be what led.

Mis.
Knew I but any that did mean her ill,
They should be sent to exercise their spight
'Mongst Ghosts and shadows. I'm resolv'd to watch her
Though this dull drowzie Pow'r should keep her in
His lazy chains, as long as heretofore
Ent. Boy.
He kept Endymion. Sleep's become my Rivall:
He loves her too. Softly, O softly, Boy!

Song.
Boy.
See how the Emulous Gods do watch
Which of them first her Breath shall catch,
Ambitious to resign their Bliss,
Might they but feed on Aire like this.
Thus here protected she doth lie
Hedg'd with a Ring of Majesty.
And doth make Heaven all her own;
Never more safe, than when alone.
Thus whiles she sleeps Gods do descend, and kiss:
They lend all other Breath, but borrow this.

Scen. IV.

To them Pyle, Eudemus.
Pyl.
Make room for heaven's sake; pray y' quit the Place.
What, will you stifle her with this Multitude?

Mis.
Thunder it self shall not remove me hence.

[Leucasia awakens and casts her Eye on Misander.]
Leuc.
O! who disturbs the quiet of my Soul?
I'd been by this time at Elysium
Had none molested me. But I am glad
I am call'd back, being that I here enjoy
A pleasure far beyond all those below,
In only viewing you.

Mis.
Canst thou behold
Him that did wound thee, and approve the sight?

Leuc.
It is a favour to me that you would
Take so much notice of me. I am not
Worthy of any thing that comes from you.
'T had been too great a Blessing to me, if
Y' had only lov'd me without seasoning
That Happinesse with some Castigation
For my intruding boldnesse. I am blest,
In that I was once in those sacred Thoughts,
Which make all worthy that they think upon.

Mis.
By what good Pow'r art thou so sudden chang'd?
Blest be the hand that laid thee in this sleep.

Terp.
I beleeve now, and't please your Majesty,
This Widdow ne'r had ought to do with her.

Pyl.
The Art was mine: her Father here came to me,
And urging me to take Revenge upon you,
Intreated me to help him to a Poyson,
Which this Leucasia here was to have giv'n you.
I, carefull of your safety, gave him somthing
Which I call'd Poyson: but 'twas only an Essence
Whose Vertue was to cast him that should take it
Into a sleep, and make him fall in Love
With the first Object that should offer it self
Unto him, as he wak'd; thinking indeed,
Because I lov'd you, to present my self.
But envious Fates have cross'd my fair Intents,
And turn'd my means unto anothers Ends,
Leucasia drinking it her self: which yet
Out of your Princely Grace you may correct.

Eud.
Th' hast done thou know'st not what: it is prov'd Poyson,
In that she dotes on him.

Mis.
O would some God
Would make thee sleep too, to the same effect.
Is it too great a blessing to my Scepter
To have the love of good Eudemus too?

Eud.
Of good Eudemus? how can I deserve
This Imputation? for I count all praise
From thee Aspersion.

Leuc.
My most honour'd Father,
Think not so ill of blest Misander: for
I see him like a vigorous spark among
Things tumbling in the Common night o'th' world;
Sent to make that we call a Pilgrimage
Deserve the name of life: without him, 'twere
Onely to stand without doors, till it pleas'd
The Gods to call us in.

Mis.
Fairest of things,
And only like thy self, those pleasures, which
The laden bosom of this lower world
Permits to carefull Mortalls, are too grosse,
Too earthy to be ours: Let's mount the wings
Of our desires, and take a flight into
Nature's sincerer Kingdome, where she mints
And shapes refin'd delights, delights like thee.

Leuc.
Wee'll to those places set a part for Love,
Where Trees like Trees, and Branch embraceth Branch;
Poplar to Poplar whispers there, and Myrtle
Doth sigh to Myrtle. Flow'rs erect themselves,
And Boughs encline to meet 'em in salutes
With an unquestion'd freedome; no stalk being
Made yellow there by jealousie, no Tree
With'ring through sad suspition, that this Flower
Doth court that Bough, or that Bough serve this Flower.

Mis.
O! these are joys fresh from the Dugs of Nature.
There some Plants shew th'have fire ev'n in their Colors:
Some Dialogues make; and some more passionate grieve;
Sweet Odors are their sighes; and Dew their teares.
Some Leaves, they say, have words of woe inscrib'd,
As if that Flowers writ mutuall Letters too.
Our ancient Love-Priests say, that in that Garden
A Rose and Lilly (to whose sacred leaves
The neighboring Flowers do reverence) mingle Roots
In a most streight embrace, and thence produce
Male Roses blanch'd with th' whiteness of the Lilly,
And Female Lillies dipt i'th' blush o'th' Rose;
Each borrowing others Beauty so, that 'tis
Thought Natures Prophecie of some future times,
Which shall fulfill it, and be happy.

Leuc.
As
'T hath types of things to come, so too 'tis said
That Ancient Stories are cut there in Trees;
And the mysterious Hedges are the Annals
Of former Ages: Thus each thing containing
Something that may be read, doth make the whole
But one fair Volume to instruct blest Souls.

Mis.
Among those pleasures we shall walk, and see
Here some Girl twisting of her Lovers locks,
Weaving, what caught her heart, into a Net;
There others making Dialogues with sighs
In a sad Parly; these from richer Banks, here
Culling out Flow'rs, which in a learned order
Do become Characters, whence they disclose
Their mutuall meaning, Garlands there and Nosegaies
Being fram'd into Epistles; yonder he
Watching his sleeping Lady, doth protect her
From Rivall Lyzards, and such loving Creatures,
And with a Bough of Myrtle guards her slumbers,
Lest the Bee should mistake her Beauteous Cheeks:
Others perhaps in a dissembled anger
Pursue their Coyer Loves, who at each turn
Fling Violets in their Faces, thus maintaining
Soft Love-rights, like the Parthian, who yet flie,
Not to escape, but to be caught.

Leuc.
And we
When we come there, what chaster pleasures shall we
Indulge to our Affections?

Mis.
Thou shalt sit
Queen of that Kingdom in a Chair of Light,
And Doves with ointed wings shall hover o'r thee,
Shedding Perfumes, as if blest Nature reign'd
Delights, and powr'd 'em on our tender Loves
To make 'em flourish: fresh, and well tun'd winds
Shall bring thee Viands in, and at each change
Of Service, alter their respectfull Musick.
Fountains shall walk upon thy Table, and
Birds singing to the fall of their soft waters
Shall by the Marriage of their mingled sounds
Create an Harmony shall make Syrens sleep.
Thence rising thou shalt walk, and view young Nymphs
In Currents gravell'd with transparent Amber,
Breaking their shapes at every step: thy self
Outshining both the Currents, and them too.
Then shalt thou sail in one entire rich Shell
Through Labyrinths of waters, whose perplex'd
And interwoven Banks shall be environ'd
With shady Trees charg'd with delightfull fruits,
Nature there making one continued Season.

Leu.
O! I am ravish'd with delight, and could
Live on the very thought: but all those joyes
Must, like a Morning Cloud pass into nought;
My incensed Father not permitting me
To enjoy you, who are your self all these.

Mis.
Consider, good Eudemus, do not nip
These buddings of our Souls: thou art that wall
That stands between our Hearts, let them but meet,
But meet, Eudemus, and the wheel of things
Shall turn another way; all that you shall
Complain of shall be only too much Joy.
All things shall flow according to your mind,
And yet before your wishes: when I do not
Prevent the earlinesse of your Desires
(Not staying so long as to meet 'm) say
They come too late, Misander is grown tardy.

Eud.
I will not dash these hopes. Be she then yours:
And be she fruitfull in her Vertues first,
Then in her Issue; that she may bring forth
Heirs to your Mind, as well as to your Throne.

Mis.
Thy Prayers must be heard; she is the only
Cause, that all Worth goes not upwards; Earth
Whiles it containeth her, hath somthing, which
The Heav'ns themselves adore. Let's to the Temple,
Which will be more a Temple, she being there:

[Exeunt as to the Temple.
Pyl.
I'm slighted then? I would 't had been true poison.

[Exit Pyle.

Scen. V.

Philostratus in a Winding-sheet to perform the Injunjunction of the Widdow.
Phil.
I have not seen the inside of a Temple
These twelve Months til this time, & now I come
Commanded too: Hell's in this damned Widdow.
What doth she mean to make me lye in a Coffin?
I am not fit for Death, although I think
I'm very forward towards it: Somthing in
My Bones doth tell me so. But let that passe.
If Death should go to claim me now, I were
In a sweet case, he had eleven Points
O'th' Law, on's side, Possession. It would mad me
To lye Perdue i'th' Grave for a Womans pleasure.
Well, 't must be done: here lye Philostratus:
Enter a Coffin, to obtain a Carkasse.

[He shuts himself in the Coffin.

Scen. VI.

Prusias drest like an Angell with a Caduceus in one hand, and a Taper in the other.
Prus.
Thou art an Angell, Prusias, therfore fit
To be receiv'd into her heav'nly Bosome.
She shapes thee in an Habit, that she'l wed thee.
Truly, I think all Courtiers would be Angels,
If that they were not giv'n so much to th'flesh,
That keeps e'm all from Heav'n. But why should I
Be set to guard a Coffin. If there doe
Any ill Spirits use to haunt this Temple,
The Coffin must defend it self for Prusias.
This Rod yet, and this Candle have some Vertue
To fright away those Children of the Night.
Securely then I'l sit. What need I fear?
he sets himself down on the Coffin.
Death is already under me. Heav'n blesse me!
I do begin to sweat; this Coffin rumbleth.
The Body's somthing noysome: 'tis a stale one;
Good troth it spurgeth very monstruously.

Scene VII.

Nicias slinks in, and placeth himself as behind a Pillar to take the sight; Callimachus after him dress'd as a Fury.
Call.
VVell! a Male Fiend is fit for a She Fury;
Like must to like; so I unto this Widdow.
If any of my Coat should come and take
Acquaintance of me for a reall Fiend,
And find me tripping, I've no other way
But just to swear him down I am a true one
That have—(let's see)—lain Leiger in the Indies,
And so perhaps am grown out of his knowledge.
I wonder who 'tis that shee'l have me carry
Away i'th' Coffin: Sure some nasty Raskall.

Nic.
Lord! how my hand doth shake. I set down one thing,
Then blot it out again I know not how.
Pray Jove he doth not sent me! If he hath
But any Nose, he hath th' Advantage of me.

Pru.
Heav'n bless me! Yonder's one I'm sure's no Angel.
O my prophetick words! that I should promise
T'encounter with a Fury!

Cal.
Hold! yond's something
That is not one of us: I would I were
A very Fury now indeed, and had
All qualities belonging to my shape.
The first thing that I'd do, should be to make
My self invisible. Widdow, you must pardon me;
Sure I shall fall into a Thousand peeces
If that this shaking leave me not the sooner.
I vow I'm not afraid for all my fooling—
I—I—must on—

Pru.
Good heaven! hee's coming towards me:
How blew my Candle burns! I see his feet,
Th'are cloven ones for certain.

Cal.
Y—y—yet I dare not—
'Tis safest to retire, my joints are loose all,
And yet I can scarce move 'em.

Nic.
He hath found me,
He is upon the Train: how his Nose shakes
As he snuffs up the Ayre!

Cal.
My Teeth do ch—ch—ch—chatter
As Schoolboys in cold weather.

Pru.
Heav'n defend me!
How he doth gnash his Teeth, and make hell here!
I would I were i'th' Coffin at a Venture.

Nic.
All my left side's grown stupid. I'm half stone;
I feel a numness steal o'r all my limbs:
I shall augment the number of the Statues.
It will be Niobe Nicias presently.

Cal.
Being it is an Angel, 'twill not hurt me.
I will make towards it however.

Pru.
Now,
Now he comes open-mouth'd; Lord, what a smoak
He belcheth like a Furnace! look! he claps
His tail between his Legs, as dogs are wont
When they will do shrewd turns; 'tis a sly Spirit;
They'l never leave their cunning.

Cal.
Hee'l not suffer me
To talk long with him, hee's so us'd t' Ambrosia,
And to's Perfumes, which hee'l not find here sure.

Pru.
O!—

Cal.
O!—

Pru.
You—

Cal.
You—

Pru.
Your Honour—

Cal.
Blessed Spirit—

Pru.
Yes—

Cal.
I—must have—that—Body—there.

Pru.
You can—
Lay no claime—unto him—he is not—yours—

Cal.
He is our due.

Pru.
How can you prove't?

Cal.
Dare you
Dispute with him that first invented Logick?

Pru.
No, no, I am no Scholar, I'm a Captain.

Cal.
You must not guard the dead then, he must down.

Philostratus rising out of the Coffin, casts off Prusias, and frights 'em all; they disperse themselves to severall Places; he running out is met by Misander and the rest, who come to celebrate the Marriage there.
Phi.
I am not he you come for, you're mistaken.

Cal.
Hoh!

Scen. VIII.

Misander, Leucasia, Chryse, Euthalpe, Priest, Eudemus, Timophilus, Cleodemus, Patacion, Epigenes, Scedasus, Terpander.
Mis.
Must there be something still to cross our joys?
What is the matter here?

Phi.
A Fury, a Fury!
Yonder he slinks.

Cal.
And 't please your Majesty
I am no Fury, I'm a Captain, one
They call Callimachus by daylight Sir;
The Angel Sir, the Angel!

Pru.
I'm the Angell,
Your Majesties Court-Captain you made last.

Mis.
Speak, what device is this?

Terp.
An Antick only
Prepar'd to grace your Marriage night, that hath
Mistook the place of entrance.

Mis.
Are you dumb?

Terp.
Angels may speak.

Phi.
The Widdow Sir I think—

Terp.
Captain you should not speak, you are a Ghost.

Phi.
That damned Widdow hath abus'd us all.

Terp.
If she be damn'd, then she is yours grim Spirit.

Phi.
They call her Pyle; I confess I made
A little Love t'her, and profess'd I would
Do any thing that shee'd command me, where-
Upon she set me to turn Ghost, and lye
All night i'th' Coffin there. I think that hee's
Her Angel too—

Terp.
(Hee's her Angel.)

Phil.
—And he her Fury.

Pru.
She transform'd me truly.

Cal.
The trick was wholly hers.

Terp.
She is in sight,
And looks on yonder.

Eud.
Go, and fetch her hither.

Mis.
Who's that behind the Pillar?

Nic.
Nicias Sir;
He that did draw the Virgins. Pyle charg'd me,
As I did hope to marry her, that I should
Take all I saw this night here, and present her
With it betimes i'th' Morning.

Eud.
Are you all
Sutors unto her then?

Cal.
We do pretend
I'th' way of love; shee's wealthy.

Phi.
But she hath sworn
To marry me.

Pru.
Me.

Cal.
Me Sir; you're deceiv'd.

Mis.
How's that? to marry y' all?

Terp.
Gramercy Widdow!
Seeing thou canst not have the King himself,
Thou wilt have all his Subjects.

[Enter Pyle and Elpidia.]
Mis.
With what state
And pomp she stalks it?

Terp.
This is she I told
Your Majesty I thought o'rlook'd Leucasia.
If you will let one of your Captains search her,
Hee'l find a Teat about her.

Eud.
'Cause you have
Abus'd these People in this sort, that did
Out of Affection visit you, we charge you
To take your choice out of 'em: if they will
Agree, 't shall be your punishment.

Cal., Phil.
We do.

Nic., Pru.
With all our Hearts.

Pyl.
Well then, come forth, stand fair,
Let's see your faces all. First, Nicias, you
Being a Painter can create a Wife
With a few Colours whensoe'r you please.
I've sworn against all daubers.

Elp.
Please y' once
He bid me put y' in mind of 's promising Nose,
And his long Foot.

Pyl.
But for your former service,
And being a Town-born Child, I care not if
I join you to my Chambermaid.

Pru.
Mark her Eye,
Mark but her Eye Philostratus, just on me.
I'm sure I am the Man.

Pyl.
For you, good Captain,
You are a Ghost, your winding sheet forbids
The tumbling in the Marriage one: 'tis said,
Let's live and love; the dead can claim no share.

Pru.
I told you so; mark but her Eye Callimachus.
Just upon me still.

Pyl.
Worthy Captain, I
Honour your Vertues and your Courage; but
Heav'n bless me from a Fiend; give me a Man,
A Man at least, nothing with cloven feet,
No Incubus; when I'm a Fury, claim me.

Terp.
Be rul'd by me, and take her at her word.

Pru.
Come my most constant Heart: (your Majesty
And I do sympathize most strangely in
Our Fortunes, that we should both of's be married
Just at one very instant.) Speak the word.

Pyl.
I do admire the Excellence of Angels;
They are to be ador'd.

Pru.
Thy love will serve.

Pyl.
'Twere an unequall mixture for vile Earth
To join with Heav'n. Besides, I have heard say
That Angels have no Sex, I'l none of him.
Marriage respecteth Procreation.

Pru.
And 't please your Majesty she is a Traytor;
She would have had me kill you.

Mis.
We then confine you
To Vesta's Temple, there to wait upon
The Virgins, and ne'r joyn in Wedlock more.

Pyl.
Although that Continence enjoyn'd, be only
A Death without the Pomp of shedding bloud;
Or at the best an holy Persecution;
Yet I would willingly embrace the doom,
But that I've vow'd my faith to Nicias.
You won't adjudge me to a sin that may
Draw heav'ns revenge on you, as well as me?

Nic.
(Pox o' your Craftiness) I humbly beg
That you'd remit her faults, and give her me
As a reward of my late Services.

Eud.
Thou ask'st a Torment, not a Gift; thou hast her.
Come, joyn those hands, Sebaster, that Religion
May perfect what Affection hath begun.

The Priest sings.
Be thou Hymen present here,
And ye O Marriage Gods, whoe'r:
Whiles I joyn these parts, joyn you such,
As know to meet without a touch.

Euth.
We may not let this happy union pass
Without solemnity; 'tis no dishonour
To your great Valours, if you let a Siedge
End in a Dance.

Mis.
Although the only thing
I would deny you, be the honouring of me,
Yet for my good Leucasia's sake, to whom
What e'r sounds joy and mirth is due, I will
Sit a Spectator, and think what is done
A Sacrifice of thanks to Heav'n for her.

They being all set, a Curtain being drawn discovers five valiant Generals standing in severall Postures, with fix'd Eyes like Statues.
Mis.
Whose shapes are those?

Euth.
They are the Statues Sir
Of five Commanders, the stout Hercules,
And he that trod his footsteps, the sage Theseus,
The next there Pyrrhus, and Atrides that,
The outmost great Achilles.

They continuing all this while in the Posture they first appear'd in, the Priest thus sings.
Priest.
Awake out of this senseless trance,
And grace these Nuptials with a Dance.
Grow pliant O ye Marbles, Love
Is able to make Statues move.

The Priest having ended this Song, the Statues by the stealth of a slow Motion, do by little and little as it were assume life; and descending from their Pedestals walk about the Stage in a grave sad March to Trumpets, with their severall weapons in their hands, the Curtain in the mean time shutting: But making at last toward their former station, the Curtain flies aside, and they find five Ladies on their Pedestalls, in the Posture of Amorous Statues; at whose feet they having laid their weapons, conduct them down, and fall into a sprightly dance to Violins, and so depart.
Euth.
This only is the outward part o'th' feast:
The joyfull'st Dance is that you do not see.
Each Heart doth move as did those Bodies; were you
Spectator there a while, you would perceive
A full solemnity outshining this.

Mis.
This was of your Contrivance, fair Euthalpe.
Y' have giv'n your Sex their due: Woman was born
To rule, and therefore each might justly change
Her Warriour int' a Lover, nay, each one
Change the whole five; for as they ought to rule,
So ought they to admit of many Servants,
As Kings do Subjects to encrease their Soveraignty.

Euth.
You shew a soul most capable of Rule,
In that you thus will part with't to the weaker.

Mis.
Nature compels me: 'tis the good man's Office
To serve and reverence Woman, as it is
The fire's to burn: for as our Souls consist
Of Sense and Reason, so do yours, more noble,
Of Sense and Love; which doth as easily calm
All your desires, as Reason quiets ours.

Euth.
Some say we are Irrationall, and place us
'Mong Beasts, but you now carry us up too high.

Mis.
Pardon the Vulgar, for they understand not,
Thinking that, where there is not Reason, there
The Composition's meerly Sensuall,
When that the difference is grand between
Being Irrationall, and working without Reason,
The former making Brute Beasts, but the latter
Agreeing to refin'd Intelligences;
'Mong which great Love is one, perhaps the Chief.
Love then doth work in you, what Reason doth
Perform in us; here only lies the difference,
Ours wait the lingring steps of Age, and years,
But th' Woman's Soul is ripe when it is young,
So that in us what we call learning, is
Divinity in you, whose operations,
Impatient of delay, do outstrip time.

Euth.
You make us Sir veyl'd Goddesses, not Mortals.

Mis.
True! saw you not the Worthies there, though wise
And try'd, and Valiant; yet one clouded with
An Aged Beard, another wrincled, All
Subject to change and variation, when
Their Ladies, all of one bright constant clearnesse,
Smooth to the last Breath, stood immutable as
Some heav'nly thing, which Grace you carry up
Unto that place from whence you do descend
To make Men happy. But, no more, lest I
Be thought to flatter by the undiscerning.
Who was that Lady, Euthalpe, that subjected
The Great Achilles so?

Euth.
It was Briseis,
One of mine own Condition, an Attendant.

Mis.
Thou dost renew her honour'd Memory
More in thy merits far, than that Presentment.

Leu.
Sir, she hath been my Cabinet, my Tablet
In which I've writ my weightiest secrets; still
As faithful, and as silent too, as that:
And (if you prize such an unworthy purchase)
One, whom you owe Leucasia to.

Mis.
Fair Virgin,
If that my Kingdom hath a Soul that is
Worthy to meet with thine, I'l search him out,
And beg thee to accept him.

Euth.
'Tis reward
Enough for me to see you happy thus,
There being no content in which I can
More rest, than viewing your joyn'd Excellencies.

Mis.
Now we are one, my fair Leucasia;
Made dearer to each other by our dangers;
This Marriage sha'n't be single, I will joyn
Another Consort to thee. This knot shall
Strengthen both Equity, and Love, combine
My Throne, and Heart; and so one Tye shall be
My Marriage to Byzantium, and to Thee.