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Scena IIII.
Enter also Fancie, Concupiscence going backward before, carrying an Umbrella over her, Fuga and Memor following. After a while the Solemnity.Mem.
Iust in that Posture, Madam, as you walk'd,
Horacius kill'd three men.
Conc.
Three? what no more?
Why, I have kill'd three hundred, would three thousand.
Fan.
Where's that appearance which we have expected?
And where's my glasse?
Fug.
You have one in your watch.
Fan.
That's not big enough. Run Fuga; come hither
Ir., Au., Desp.
(within)
Ile beare
The Crown or nothing.
Mel.
(within)
I the Crown or nothing.
Liv.
(Enters and out again)
Ile fit each Passion to his own content.
Hil.
Boy, fill up the Time with noise.
Boy
(Sings)
Hail thou great Queen of varous Humours,
Some loving hearts, some raging tumours,
Some sadder soules embracing Rumours;
Such a mixed crew
None yet ever knew
So steady and true
As these in heaping honours on you.
Enter in the midst of the song Amorous ushering the solemnity, Irato bearing the Sword, Malevolo the Scepter; then six others bearing six Crowns, two in a rank. First Audax on the right hand bearing a Crown of Gold, and with him Poet Ovidian a Lawrel: then Desperato a Turkish Turbant, and with him Timerous a Persian Cydaris: Lastly Livebyhope a Crown of all colour'd feathers circled at the bottome with Pearle, and with him Model her Tireman a Coronet of black beaugled wire set with black and Silver spangles. Having done obeysance, they stand and present in Order.
Am.
Great goddesse, most ador'd of men, behold,
Amorous thy lovingst Passion, brings the rest
To offer at thy Feet Ensignes of State.
Ir.
I that unsheath'd my anger with my Sword
To make thee great, present this Sword of Justice.
Mal.
I that with Plots have wrung this awful Secpter
From other hands, will hold hold it fast in thine.
Ile finde or make new matter of great ruine
To raise thy Throne,
Au.
This massy Crown of Gold,
The price of nightly danger, won by Audax,
Left by Prudentius, let it crown thy Temples,
Ovid.
Else let thy shining brow recrown this Lawrel,
Worn but by Cæsar Monarch of the world,
And thy Ovidii, makers made of thee.
Desp.
Let Desperato wrap thy femal head
With linnin State, the Crown of that grand Seignior
Who worships most these two, Woman and Fate.
Tim.
But Timerous brings the Persian Cydaris,
Which drop'd from Xerxes Temples in his flight.
Liv.
Liveby a Crown of Feathers here presents
To represent the light and easiy yoak,
Which all the Passions hope.
Mod.
Model thy Tireman
Offers for company this Crown, not costly,
But yet of prety Fancie, new Invention.
Fan.
We thank the wit and paynes of all your service.
We'l weare these Crownes in turn, and try them all.
Liveby, reach hither.—Where's Recorder Memor?
Mem.
Here.
Liv. reaches his feathered Crown. Au. reaches the Golden, Mal. the Scepter.
Au.
First take this
the chief true real
Crown.
Mal.
These were the honours Prudentius wore.
Fan.
Were those his honours? they shall ne're be mine.
Those onely I except.
Ir.
Wisely excepted.
Am.
Great Lady, say not so: put on this Crown,
And with your Head crown it: then let your Hand
Fan.
Ile rather not be Empresse, then assume
Or that, or this.
Au.
Say so?
Hil.
Prettiest of pretties;
We here would have a Queen, and she'l not weare
The Badg and Ensigne that should make her so.
Fan.
Is none a Prince, but she whose head supports
The burden of a Crown?
Liv.
Indeed Authority
Lies not in this: then Kings could do no more
Without the leave of this Authentick toy
Then can a Constable without his staff.
Fan.
A Crown would crooke my neck, which for a Realme
I would not marr.
Hil.
Nor marr that Ruff for three.
Fan.
If this condition needs must be inforc'd,
I willingly resign what you conferr.
Mal.
Then some of us shall be a gainer by it.
Am.
Do not so slight the labour of your Servants,
Who ventur'd far to gain this wreath; in which
Lies the significance of all the rest.
Ir.
Let her refuse once more.
Fan.
My Noble friends,
It signifies too much, too great a Care,
Too high Command. Should my free wandring thoughts
Be hoop'd and compass'd in with weight and care,
Or should that staff keep down your sprightly humours,
Fancie might then be stil'd Prudentia.
No; though I reign, provide your selves live free.
This onely is my Law, that each man use
His proper humour, be it Vice or Vertue,
Inordinate or stay'd. Who mindes his pleasure
Shall best deserve; my selfe will teach him how;
And guide him in't. For your own sakes and mine,
Offer no more that badg of Tyranny.
All but Ir., Mal., Au., & Desp.
Fancie beyond all Fancie.
Ir.
Plague on Dissemblers;
First on her selfe; then on these rascals here;
Who first perswaded her to take the Crown,
And then admire her for refusing it.
Liv.
Pleases your highnesse with your radiant haire
To grace some other badg of Majesty?
Fan.
To shew I do not quite reject your Favours,
Nor slight the proffered Rule, reach me the Lawrel,
Liv. reaches the Crownes in turn.
And then the glass.
(she lookes
Mem.
Ev'n thus did mighty Cæsar!
Fan.
Ti's too Imperious This.
Mem.
Wit beyond Cæsars!
Au.
Excellent Lady!
Fan.
Tis too Imperious
If rule it mean; if height of wit, too low:
Tis like a Tavern, Bush and begs for sale,
Which Fancy scornes. Small Poet, take it you.
What's next? the Turbant.—What a Turk am I now!
Had I with this a large Seraglio,
I'de lend them to Sr. Amorous.—The next.—
This Persian Cydaris hath made some Sophies
That scarce were wise before: when I sit next
In Solemn Counsel, Ile weare This.—But now;—
This feather'd Crown like a Mercurial hat
Shall lift me from the ground; herein Ile grace
The present Fashion.—The Tiremans Coronet
May be in Fashion too; and pitty 'tis not;
I like it well.—But Liveby, tis your Favour
That must take place, and give us Majesty.
Set it on firm, and somewhat glancing.—So,
Hil.
Wu'd I had brought my Fooles
Cap to present her,
My fooles Cap would have gotten the start of Favour
From Liveby for ever.
Fan.
Thankes Liveby, and Ile study a Reward.
Liv.
Your humblest Creature.
Fan.
This fits the Quality
Of our intended Rule, which shall be light,
Light as your Liveby said, and soft and sweet,
And various, and pliable to every passion.
I'm bound to All, and much to Amorous,
And most to Liveby. For besides this present,
You brought me tidings first of this advancement,
And Crown'd me in my Eare. Who likes the newes,
Must needs regard the teller.—One I misse
Amongst the Passions, Melancholico.
Liv.
He sullen grew because he might not beare
The massy Crown.—
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