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Actus secundus.
Scena Prima.
Enter Virtusus hastily, and Fidelio following, in each hand a naked Rapier.Fid.
Oh save thee Great Prince, from yonder Hill
A fierce and cruell Beast comes raging.
Vir.
Where is this hideous Monster?
Fid.
Alas! it follows thee Here, take this sword,
And stand upon thy Guard: See, how he yawnes,
As if he meant to swallow thee alive:
His eyes are numberless from which proceeds
Such a sulphureous flame, that alas, I fear,
The very smell will kill thee: Oh what a black
And noysome mist his gaping mouth sends forth?
His tongues spit floods of venome, and his reaching tayle
Sweeps down whole mountaines, on his
Cristed back doth rise, so many and such massy spears,
That you would swear whole Armies
Came to thy destruction.
Vir.
I see nothing, sir, so horrid.
Fid.
Alas, it comes invisible.
Vir.
Would'st have me fight with shadowes?
I fear you are distracted sir.
Fid.
So, now yon are safe from company, I'le be more plain.
This fierce inhumane Beast, which I so mention'd,
Lodges here, here in my Breast his den is,
Long on my inmost Bowels he has gnaw'd
Lacking his worthy prey; But now on thee
He means to seize. Revenge his Name is;
You may guess the Monster.
Vir.
My innocence is ignorant of his Nature.
Fid.
I'le prompt it in few words. You must dye.
Vir.
It is acknowledged: So must we All.
Fid.
Nay, by this Hand I mean, Revenges Instrument.
Vir.
I am so innocent,
Fid.
Cowards still plead Innocence.
Dar'st thou not fight?
Vir.
My cause too good is, yours too bad.
Think what a staine my honor would receive,
Should I but fight when such an inequality
Parts our causes.
Fid.
Oh Coward!
Vir.
Are you more valiant, Because
In a distemper'd rage you dare draw a sword,
Which not provok't you durst not?
'Tis he is truly valiant that will fight,
Not when his furious Blood boyles
In his veines thus, not when a fervent inundation
Swells his distemper'd channels, but when it coldly flowes
With a mild, soft, and quiet motion:
Those streams that run with such a hideous violence
Are still the shallowest; The silent waters
Are most dangerous.
If I have wrong'd you sir in such a manner,
That nought but death will expiate my crime,
Let me understand my fault before I dye.
Beasts do not fight without their naturall parlye.
Fid.
I scarce have so much patience
As to tell thee: Thou had'st a sister.
Vir.
And, hope I have one yet. What of her?
Fid.
Canst thou remember her, and no crimson Blush
Stain thy immodest cheeks? oh impudence!
Vir.
When I remember her,
I have less guilt than I expected:
For if my wronging her my onely fault is,
Heaven knowes I am virtuous.
Fid.
Hell is divine then: Less Tyranny is harbour'd there.
If for to cloyster up a sister be a vertue,
Let me be vicious Heavens: For to have kill'd her
Had been charity; But to bury her alive
Where she must still consume in Loves hot torturing flames
And never perish, is an act that Saints
All humane Malice. Know'st not me yet?
Know'st not Fidelio?
Vir.
Fidelio! Let me embrace thee: I must.
Fid.
Keep off dissembling Crocadile: Too long
Has the thought of thee already rioted in my bosome,
Which now I'le banish quite: Prepare to dye.
Vir.
Hold yet your hand:
She is not in a Nunnery as you think.
Fid.
Ha! Is she dead then? Oh my misconstruing soul!
'Tis too true: Can I know it,
And let thee live a minute after?
Vir.
Do not abuse your patience: She is not dead.
Fid.
What happy place containes her then?
Vir.
I know not that sir.
When that my Father did with bad success
Send unto Delphos, to demand what fortune
Should betide my sister, after that solemn Contract
That was made between you, He received from thence
This short but fatall Oracle.
Brabantas take this answer, and no other,
Thy daughter's born to disinthrone her Brother.
These words did so inrage my Father,
To think his own bowels should root out
His own posterity, that nought but
The immurement of my sister could asswage his Passion,
Which shortly he determin'd to performe;
But she, the night before that dismall day,
The silent darkness helping her escape,
Departed from the Court; But whither
I am uncertain, for my raging Father
Supposing me the plotter of her flight, next day
Did banish me his Kingdom, on pain of death
Not to return without her.
First to Pelorus I begun my voyage,
Which then I found all drown'd in tears,
Lamenting your departure, which as I heard
Her late suppos'd immurement had caus'd.
Long there I staid not, but sayling onwards,
The tempestuous Sea cast me unawares
On this infortunate Kingdome; VVhere I shall never finde her.
And would'st thou carry her back again
To her imprisonment? Oh! the unconscionable
Cruelty of a Brother!
Vir.
Do not deceive your self. Heaven Knowes
My thoughts are innocent.
Fid.
Talk not of innocence false man,
It is a virtue which thy childhood nere could boast off,
Thy tainted blood runs thick within thy veines,
And I must vent it, lest it prove dangerous.
Vir.
'Twill prove as clear as christall
In token of my Innocence: No silver wandring stream
Shall with a purer current flow, than this
My unpolluted blood shall, to invite
Thy guilty hands, to wash them of their staine.
Fid.
There I could bathe eternally, and never faint.
Prepare. Have at you sir. So cunning?
They fight, and a Letter drops.
Vir.
Hold: What had I forgot?
For this same crime Fidelio I will not dye
Innocence is wrong'd in't: I'le give thee
A juster cause for thy Revenge, thy sisters Will:
Here in this letter 'tis inclos'd.
He gives him the Letter.
Fid.
Letters to me from Thesbia? art sure
The inclos'd injunctions are to kill thee?
Vir.
Her threatning brow at my departure told me so.
When I receiv'd them, me thoughts her face appear'd
Like to a quiet stream crispt on the suddain
By some gentle winde, which soon, too soone
Arose to Billowes; Then her tongue
Proclaim'd me vagabond, commanding me to finde
My sister and her Brother, or neer to see her more.
Fid.
Thou wilt grow odious to all the world.
She lov'd thee once Virtusus, and ever would
Had not thy virtue fail'd, for which
If now she has sent thy doome,
Millions of Armies shall not hold my hand
From acting a Revenge, that shall puzzle
All the Furies for to second.
He reads.
Vir.
Never did guilty Prisoner at the Bar
Await the sentence of the Magistrate, with such
A Holy and Religious fear as I do mine.
See how his clouded brow
Already doomes me guilty: Such another look
Would save the Executioner his labour.
Fid.
Oh cruell sister! Would'st have me pardon him?
Think'st thou he is innocent? the cruell Leopard
Is less spotted.
Enter a Messenger.
The Newes?
Mess.
The Prince Charastus is return'd from Court,
And does desire a speedie conference.
Fid.
Wee'l wait him instantly.
Mess.
But good sir, stay not; The affaire,
He sayes, is very weighty.
Exit.
Fid.
My sisters pleasure, and the Kings affairs
Defers our combate till some other time, meane while
Read this inclosed Letter, my sister sends it thee,
Shee'l not the Proverb break,
Love bids us write what we are sham'd to speak.
Exeunt.
Sce. 2.
Enter Arontas and Spadatus.Spa.
VVhy so sad Arontas?
Can the Honors lately confer'd upon you
Make you forget your wonted liberty?
Aron.
I am already weary with their burthen;
Fate has converted my felicity to a wickedness
So horrid, that the Ghosts of injur'd Kings
VVill for ever haunt me.
Spa.
VVhat desert in thee can procure
So Royall Attendance?
Aron.
Hast thou not heard then of that cruelty
Which will for ever record my name
Spa.
I yet am ignorant; Prithee inform me.
Aron.
I tremble but to think on't.
The Kings of Pachynus and Pelorus, going to Delphos
To consult, about the finding of their late lost Children,
VVere by the last infortunate Tempest
Cast on this Shore.
Spa.
What of that?
Aron.
I bound by my new got office, and the hopes
Of future honor, presented them to the King,
Who, contrary to my expectation, has,
As Spyes, condemn'd them, lest by their flight
The world should know the Tyrany of his cruell Lawes.
Spa.
And must they dye then?
Aron.
Most certain.
Spa.
Surely they must not.
Aron.
VVhy? what should hinder?
Spa.
The people.
Aron.
Heavens keep such thoughts from Scicily.
The People? they resist Authority?
Spa.
May they not oppose a Tyrant?
Aron.
Take heed whil'st they oppose one
They introduce not thousands. Be confident
The ruine, spoile and rape of Innocence that attends
But one such single act, will be far greater than
The malice of ten Tyrants can ever perpetrate.
Spa.
Though Innocence may suffer for a while in it,
And much too, Yet we shall at length be free.
Aron.
Never, Oh never. Ope but that gap once,
And ten thousand unseen miseries will enter.
Those whom the People dote on so, admire,
And saint for seeming virtues, if they once get power
(Heavens having stampt that curse still on such changes)
Will turn the greatest and the worst Tormentors.
Oppression in a lawfull King, is but a kinde of wantonness;
But in all others, a Necessity. No power, I must confess,
There is without its whip; but the usurper
Lashes with Scorpions.
Spa.
Then we can change again.
Aron.
Most likely sir you will.
Change will beget a change, till All are no-nothing.
Rebellion is a Circle that will finde no end
Till men want Ambition, or the People, Madness.
Spa.
What must we do then?
Aron.
Keep close unto that sacred rule of strict obedience.
Though Tyrants reign, one grave, or age may end it;
But Government let loose to change, and popular disorders,
Contracts that ruine which nothing but eternity can bury.
Spa.
I find it a sad truth; yet would these Kings
VVere sav'd though. I am strangely troubled.
Aron.
No King can fall, but good men
Finde an Earthquake.
Spa.
Shall we to Court, and see the event?
Aron.
Lead on, I'le follow. Oh Allegiance,
Thou elder child of Virtue, Lend us thy passive fortitude,
With that high Saint-like goodness arm this Nation.
Resistance ever brings a swift damnation.
Exeunt.
Sce. 3.
Enter Brabantas, Sperazus, and Jaylor.Jay.
My Lords, the King commends him to ye
In this Message. He bad me tell ye,
Ye must prepare your selves for a Noble,
Suddain, and a fatall entertainment.
Bra.
What does his cruelty entend to do now?
Jay.
No more than Tarquin did to the Poppeys
When he lopt their stately heads off.
Bra.
Must then our Heads goe off?
Jay.
No sir; They must be cut off: My worship
Bra.
Base peasant, has thy Master sent thee thus
To jeer our Misery?
Jay.
Good words sir, I shall be a cruell Destiny,
And have three cuts at your thread of life else.
Bra.
Thus dares the baser Ass revile the dying Lyon.
Hence thou unnecessary Parenthesis of Nature,
Or by my just anger, thou shalt be our Harbinger.
Jay.
I am gon, but shall return in Thunder.
Exit.
Bra.
Oh ye powers!
Where's that Majestick glory, which to Kings
Is still essentiall? where is that awfull power
Which our least Nod may justly chalenge?
Surely you have but flatter'd us, else Peasants tongues
Could ne're thus triumph o're our Misery.
Spe.
Be patient Great Brabantas.
Bra.
Oh 'tis above my patience, that we two
VVhom the All-potent Gods have fram'd their Image,
And have given as equall power to rule in Earth
As they in heaven, should thus be mock't by one
Whom Natures over-charged breast has vomited,
And made a drossy lump worth nought
But scorn and foul reproach of purity.
Kings are Earths Gods, how dares the baser sort
Prophane their Deities?
Enter Fidelio and Virtusus like Priests.
Vir.
Most Royall firs, no sooner did your sad estate
Arrive our Knowledge, but it rais'd
Pity within us, so far, that being bound
By the Religion of our office, and the commiseration
Of your Miseries, we thought it fit to visit ye,
And prescribe some necessary comfort.
Bra.
There is no comfort left beyond my miseries.
That name is banish'd quite; my crime so horrid is,
That all the infernall torments will be
But my deserved penance, and no punishment,
And the enduring them but my devotion, and no sufferance.
Oh reverend Fathers! there's such a crime
Lyes burthening my sad conscience, that to relate it
VVould affright your ears, and puzzle
Your Inventions for a penance.
Fid.
Let not the defect of a sufficient penance
Make you irreligious; Heavens mercy
Is above your crime.
Bra.
Had there been ever sin of such an exorbitant nature
For their mercies president, I might be confident;
But now to hope it, were flat impudence.
The crying voyces of my injur'd children
Are too clamorous for any prayers of mine
To arive there.
Vir.
No question sir your Childrens cryes
Are Mediators for you. They will but prove the steps
Whereby your prayers may easily ascend:
It is their filiall duty.
Bra.
Ought there to be a filiall duty
Where no paternall care was? Such goodness
Would but aggravate my crime; should they
But plead for me, how wicked then were I
In wronging them? oh sirs!
Is't not a crime most horrid, when a father
Shall immure his daughter in a Nunnery,
Because a foolish Oracle did say, she was born
To disinthrone her Brother?
Fid.
Will not a carefull Husbandman oft-times
Cut off a branch, because he sees it may offend
Some other? Necessity compelleth oft to cruelty.
And he is mad that will not part
VVith a corrupted limb, when it may prove
Injurious to the whole body.
Bra.
But he is worse that kills himself,
Because he wou'd not dye. Shall I
For fear of drowning from a well rig'd ship
Leap down into the waves? This is
Vir.
Your Son sir I perceive in this
Was chiefest Author; 'Twas his accursed fear
That made your tenderness to use
Such rigour on your daughter. Though him you father,
Father not his crimes.
Bra.
Would'st have me still heap sin on sin?
Is not the ruine of a daughter an offence sufficient,
But must I rob a Son too of his Honor,
And make a rape of Innocence my Relaxation?
My soul already is replenish't, I need not bring
Vice in a newer fashion: Had he been guilty
He might have rested safely in Pachynus.
Fid.
No more: It is enough Virtusus.
They discover.
Bra.
I would my eyes were fountains
Fraught with tears, that I might ever
Weep for joy at this thy safety.
Spe.
My Son Fidelio, welcome to my Arms;
Now let me dye Bermudo, for thus supported
Dare I stand out-braving Fate, and make
Death tremble at my boldness.
Bra.
Arise my son; Let all the blessings
That the Earth can give to mortalls, light on thee:
That thou mayst safely florish and spring up,
When this same withered truncks's blown down
By ages Tyranny.
Fid.
Trifle not time. Great Sirs.
Take these our ill-beseeming robes, in these
You may escape the Keepers curious eye,
And pass all undiscovered.
Bra.
But how will ye escape then?
Vir.
Leave that to Heavens and us.
Dispute it not: I pray make haste.
Spe.
Heavens be your guard then.
Vir.
And yours.
Exeunt Bra. and Spe.
Fid.
Oh Virtusus, Pardon my infidelity,
No thought of mine was the first that caus'd
That foul suspition of thy Loyalty,
Only the ill-sounding Trump of fame.
Blew some such speeches to my ears, which they
Too suddenly entertain'd, and would as suddenly
Have banish'd, had not some envious tongues
Then seconded it. That friendship which before
I vow'd, shall now be establish'd;
I have call'd a Parliament within me,
'Tis now confirm'd by Act. Fool that I was
Ever to mistrust thee.
A continued cry within of Fire.
Heark, tis done; Charastus now I see
Thou art truly faithfull.
Enter Charastus hastily.
Cha.
The Lodge is fir'd, the Keeper's gone,
And I am pursude.
Both.
How? pursude?
Cha.
Time will not give us leave to talk on't;
Make haste, and save your selves.
Exeunt.
A confused company pass o're the stage, crying stop the Shepherd.
Sce. 4.
Enter Bermudo and Arontas.Ber.
What tumult's grown in our disturbed Court?
Will not the heavens permit me for to take
One peacefull hour, But must they still
Molest my wearied senses with these dismall sounds?
But heavens I thank ye: ye have now awak't
And summon'd up an almost forgot Revenge:
The slow pac't time is now fulfill'd in which
The two proud insolent Kings are doom'd to suffer.
A cry within of fire.
Heark: Surely the Gods already have prepar'd a fire,
And do expect the Kings for sacrifice.
A cry again of fire.
Still more and more; Look out Arontas.
Exit Arontas.
What should these flames portend? what secret mystery
Is in Fate, that passes thus a Kings capacity?
Be it good or bad, speak it ye powers;
Speak it in thunder Heavens: or if
The affrighted world must still be ignorant of its ruine,
Let some gentle wind whisper it to me alone:
If it be treachery against me you would conceal thus,
Be speedy in your plots, I will unfold 'um else,
Unlock fates Cabinet, rip ope the all containing breasts
Of the inscrutable destinies, where thus
I'le dissipate them all. Ha!
A shout within.
Why tremblest so my breast? wilt never be refin'd
From that terrestriall passion? Are not my thoughts
Too crown'd? Must they still live
In base subjection unto fear?
Enter Arontas.
The cause Arontas, quickly?
Aron.
The Porters lodge, most gracious sir,
Fir'd by a malicious Shepherd, caused
These sudden acclamations of your Subjects.
Ber.
And was that a fit subject for their ridiculous shouts?
Now I perceive they are weary of my government,
Else my danger could nere beget their mirth.
Aron.
The mirth proceeded at the Shepherds Apprehending:
See where he is.
Enter Spadatus Jayler and Guard bringing in Virtusus and Fidelio.
Jay.
Justice most gracious Soveraign. Justice I desire.
Ber.
'Tis Treason to suspect the contrary.
Which was the Author of the flames?
Jay.
Of that your great Authority must inform you,
For both were taken flying, yet but one
Was seen about the Lodge; which that one was
By examination you may easily find sir.
Ber.
Be assur'd wee'l do our best: it concerns us neerly.
In the mean while fetch you forth the Prisoners.
Jay.
Your Highness will shall be obey'd.
Exit.
Ber.
When the severer hand of Justice menaceth destruction
The innocent oft trembles, when the guilty smiles:
How often has my doom beat terror
To affrighted Innocence, yet these two
Conscious persons, which must upon necessity expect
'Its fatall fall on them dare arm themselves
With impudence, and suffer their audacity
To outface my justice, appearing rather
My Judges than my Prisoners.
Are all good manners blotted from your memory?
If that the horror of my Justice cannot
Beat down those stubborn flood-gates, yet let
Your guilty consciences make roome for showres
Of penitentiall tears to wipe away
My hovering severity, or it will fall as unavoidable
As deadly. When heavens thunder speaks
The senseless Ash will bow his head in a true
Submissive reverence, but the stubborn Oak
Unmov'd resists their threatnings, and with soaring pride
Advances still his branches; But oft times we see
He payes a fatall forfeit for his impudence. So shall ye.
Vir.
He stands to be suspected sir that basely fears.
Who would commit pure and undefiled Innocence
Unto so cowardly a protection?
Ber.
Who dares be vicious, dares be impudent in deniall.
That is an essentiall part of Villany;
He is but a poor proficient in the Mercurian Art,
That frames not an excuse before the Plot.
Fid.
Excuses sir we have none: There is
Too great a contrariety 'twixt innocence and them,
One breast cannot harbour both.
Ber.
That Innocence which you so falsely to you
Attribute, is but an excuse it self, or otherwise
It would have dar'd the utmost of suspition,
And not have caus'd such timerous flight.
Fid.
Does not the Lamb the sacred Embleme
Of happy Innocence, make haste away, if he once spye
Ought not to raise the least suspition of his virtue.
The dismall noyse of Fire worse than a ravenous wolf
Followed our ears, which made us I confess to flie;
But whither? only to your Court sir.
Had we been guilty, we never could suppose
Your Court to be our Sanctuary;
For he is mad, that having slain the husband
Will seek protection in the widows house:
We had been far worse, that having fir'd a Member,
Would dare to take refuge in the body.
Will e're the timerous Hart flie unto the Hunter?
Or the harmless Dove meet the pursuing Falcon?
Enter Jayler.
Jay.
Mercy most gracious Soveraign, Mercy I desire.
Ber.
Where are the prisoners sirrha?
Jay.
They have escap't, my Liege. Mercy, oh mercy.
Ber.
Escap't? Speak it again villain.
Jay.
They have escap't. Oh mercy.
Ber.
Escapt? what treachery is hatching in the infernall Pit?
What damn'd Magitians has the Furies sent
To stupifie a Kings divinity? ye heavenly Powers,
And you diviner Providence, yield,
Yield your precedency to Hell,
From thence proceeds the Master-piece of plots
That justly robs you of Supremacy. Escapt!
It was as easie for a Lamb to escape
From out the pawes of a half starv'd Lyon,
Or for a damned body to return from out
The jawes of Acheron, had they not been
More than mortall. They were Devils, damned Devils,
Sent from Hell to jeer me.
Had they no other shapes to personate but Kings?
Must Divinity become a cloak to Treachery?
Oh ye Gods restore 'um back again,
Or take your Bounties.
Aron.
Good my Lord, this passion ill becomes your Highness.
Ber.
I am mad Arontas, stark mad:
Fury like lightning feeds upon my soul.
Good Heavens send down some ministring Spirit
To divert this flame, or I shall fall
Arm'd with an universall ruine. Hear me
Ye just powers, 'Tis I, Fates Fate, intreat ye.
Enter Halisdus, and Thesbia in boyes Apparell.
And art thou come blest Spirit? why now I see
The Heavens are but our wishes Instruments.
Hail glorious Saint, thy charity has rob'd thee
Of thy excellence: Thou that sats't enthron'd
Amongst the Deities, filling the heavenly Quires
With thy Harmony, whil'st with thy notes
The emulous Sphears jar'd in confusion,
Why hast thou vouchsaf't to lay aside Divinity,
And visit poor and undeserving Mortalls?
Hal.
Mistake him not my Lord: He is a Mortall,
Sent as a Present from your Subjects
That guard the confines.
Ber.
Thou art blind, old man, I can perceive
Divinity within him, the least part whereof
Will make a monster of Perfection. Nor shall I
Think him less than he does seem to be,
Unless his courteous voyce proclame it.
Thes.
Let no supposed excellence in me
Make you an Idolater, but if you see ought
In this poor fabrick, worthy this Admiration,
Admire the Deity that did infuse it:
Give not the creature the Creators due.
Ber.
If beauteous sweet thou art mortall, as yet
I am not fully satisfied, Tell me thy name and Country.
Thes.
Anthrogonus men call me sir.
Pelorus is my native Country.
Ber.
Oh happy Country that canst boast of such a rarity!
Look here effeminate men, yet that with impartiall eyes
Adore a thing call'd woman, here, here
You may find a difference; but I have too much lost my self.
Too base to answer for two Kings,
I'de make thee an example to succeeding times
For such neglectfull villains.
Jay.
Oh! good my Lord! my Lodge was fir'd only,
That I being busie in the quenching it
They might escape.
Ber.
Thou promptst me well, Shepherds confess or dye.
Fid.
He that confesses sir an undone crime,
Deserves the punishment of the sacrilegious,
Honor, that Holy and Religious Mysterie, is defil'd in't,
And if they be punish'd in the highest nature
That rob a Church of some divine and holy ornament,
What punishment deserve they that take away
Divinity it self, and make a rape of their Devotion.
Honor a household God is, which remov'd
Destruction surely enters.
Ber.
Not confess then?
Oh Allegiance, where's now thy former glory?
Me thinks I see thee buried in the earth,
Crying aloud for vengeance on these Traytors.
Rest quiet soul, I will assert thy cause,
And wreck thy vengeance in a full effusion
Of blood and horror.
Once more bold Shepherds wee'l vouchsafe to ask ye,
Will ye confess the Author? we may be mercifull.
Fid.
I'le not bely our Innocence to gain your mercy.
Let me be tortur'd with all the torments
That timpanized cruelty swel'd to the height
Could ever yet invent first.
Ber.
Let him have his will in't.
Away with him to Tortures.
Vir.
Oh spare his life great King; Spill not one drop
Of his pure innocent blood. 'Tis worth thy Nation.
Ber.
Let him confess then.
Vir.
I will confess what ever you will have me.
Ber.
Didst thou not fire the Lodg then?
Vir.
Alas I did not.
Ber.
Jayler away with him.
Vir.
I did, upon my knees I did.
Fid.
Believe him not great King: 'tis his accursed Policy
To rob me of the glory of my sufferings.
Vir.
Shall I not be believ'd then? Stay, you need
No witness, when you have one really confessing.
Thes.
It is confess'd you see great sir, what would you more?
Be now a King and pardon him:
Rigor becomes your petty Magistrates that know
Nothing of their Authority, but oppression.
A Throne's a Mercy-seat, and he that sits thereon
Ought to distribute it, where ere he sees
True penitence, that's promis'd by confession.
Ber.
Peace Anthrogonus,
He is not worth thy pleading for.
Thes.
Those better spirits that ascend
Will oft look down, and wheresoere they see
Virtue oppressed, will vouchsafe to help with pitie.
I do no more, I pity him, and spend
Some tears, and prayers, a poor boyes benevolence.
Ber.
Thy tears Anthrogonus have prevail'd
My adamantin heart melts at those showers.
He shall live. And be thy prisoner only. No more.
Come, wee'l be for Martiall sports: The Boar
Wee'l hunt to morrow. Prepare our javelins.
A King like a Colossus stands, or'e striding fate
Whil'st envies sails swel'd with ambitious windes
Floateth between his legs, and cracks her Mast
With Admiration only at his height: No Fate
The true Nativity of Kings can calculate.
Exeunt.
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