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Act 3.

Scen. 1.

Celerinus, Burgargo, Orestes, Sisterus, Derisius, Gervoron, Burnomoy, Souldiers, Ensign, Drums, Flagge.
Cel.
Their first arrival on Numenia's Land,
They purchased it by a Legion of
Their sacrificed lives. Aberdens men
Were new beginners in those stratagems,
Their Armour was no friend, but plai'd a foe,
To their well nigh and half sweltred bodies:
Our trenches work by wisdom, not by force,
While we like Trojans stood and maz'd their folly.
Come brave souls, lets meet them in the front.

Bur.
Let them strike anchor in our barren forts,
While there no controversie riseth on ground,
For their determed wills to make a choyce,
Whether Sea or Land afford their execution;
Though Æolus confirm with Neptunes
Blustering noyse on the azure gliding Seas,
Which hoysteth to th'memory a panick fear;
Yet those shall stand in no similitude
To our own Land-contrivings: chear then up,
Your Numenia bloods, we'l put them to't
Great King Celerinus, will you please to lead,
Lets ralley them before they gather head.

[They march and goe out.
Aberden, Hollarro, Yernomoy, Fafrisius, Buzarain, Nevermo, Quermero, Perpurgerus, Ensigns, Drums, a march, Souldiers.
Aber.
March, march, let swift and sure set feet strike off
Sloath her entreaties, the metamorphious forms
Of their strange Land, shall lend to none of our
Determi'd thoughts such a prodigious sense,
As make a quick flown fury rise, as
Choller in the veins created by burnt
Adust blood, but with a milder grace,
Send comfort to our hope with new supplies.
The soaring Eagle ne'r prided more
To play with air, or stand upon her wing,
In the defiance of the lesser birds,
Then I do in my potent Souldiers strength.
Let them strike lance with dexterous art,
My care shall ever be imployed to gain
The field, her triumphs, by Bruzantia's hands;
Lets detard time no longer.

Hol.
My Leige, your will,
Though putrid bodies by corrupted stench,
Breeds impure Atoms, infects pure air;
Yet those most innocent souls must not go
To the Elizium of eternall rest,
Without reveuge do follow.

[They march and goe out.
A great shouting and hollowing, and the Battel within, Aberden, et cœt.
Aber.
What, still multiplies surround their courses?
They rise like Ants from muddy mole hills,
Surely want ne'r shew'd her face within the bounds
Of this new prodigall Ile: men like the
Putrifaction of a loathsome forme, breed
Like the Atoms, the Sun his rayes, and
Ne'r diminish, though voyce with bloody notes
Send thousands to their far-sought homes,
They lye with arms spread open to receive
Their unnatural mothers, like Vipers to their dams;
Yet Terrour strikes no sense to their benummed wills,
But a carriage of presumptuous Law,
Of free dom, licence, of their free born right,
They like a Fury more than modest Grace,
Spend wind and limbs a sacrifice to us:
We fear nor courage, nor their valour; no,
Their sights are not the weapons of our lust
VVe have to fight; come, come, march on.

Holl.
We will,
For ne'r shall that strange sound take place
VVithin receptacles of a hearing,
That Bruzantia's men lost ground; come march
VVith me, my Lords.

Yer.
VVe follow your command.

Exeunt.
Celeriuns, &.c.
Cele.
The service was hot, yet fear not you,
Though ground doth thirst with her insatiate
Will, to drink up more conjeal'd coagulated blood
Of our lost soules and Souldiers, receiving
A surfeit by its strange and faulty virtue,
We have enough to stand a field, and face.

Burg.
Lets draw the scattered forces to a head,
Bring ranks in order, and each his Ensign place,
Not lose the day with folly in our hand.

Burn.
My stomack n'er did faint with killing till
This day, my arm bids not desist, though
Reason would plead for it, my sword cryes
Vengeance still, each blow it gave brings rosey
Blood its hue, from those strange hags, Bruzantia's
Men, sending their woefull cryes to the skies,
To frame a thunder.

Cele.
Valour runs with thy great will, from hence
Lead thou the blew male-frocks to the field,
Thy manhood shews thy grace, thy fame this day
Won first its root, the next the branches they
Thou wilt obtain, on which the Trophies hang
Of those lost men, of which they made a mang;
Let us see them once more, come follow me.

Exeunt.

Scen. 2.

Quermero enters with two Swords, and all in Armour.
Que.
They force me to't; well surely, I shall be
Prepar'd for the cause, this sword shall curb
These will, and this maintain its right,
A Cæsar, nay a Cæsar ne'r was
So valiant as my two swords are, one cuts
The flesh, the other hews the bone, my helmet
Shews a force to kill a Guy, or Hercules,
My Armour binds my body to the same;
I wish a fortune would give more advice
To him that falls in hand, then run his life;
Suppose this Pillar were great Bevis stout,
And I a Hector, as I am, stand to
[He cuts the Pillar.
Oppose the feind, my first progress it should
Strike him under th'ear, the next take him here:
Oh, oh, have at the man, have at thee;
Nay this is nought, when Drums and Trumpets sound
A fame unto my valour, I should be
More like a Generall then a common man.
I am sure as fancy pleaseth, now I could
Put ten to flight, if all were Trojans stout,
I should redresse my selfe with Tygars strength,
And make them fear my swords.

Burgargo enters, and Quermero throwes away his swords, and runs into a corner.
Bur.
The pillage of the soyl is left for him,
Who bears the victory of these two land broyls,
At present doth an opportunity shew forth,
The way to steer thy course; forbear, I'le not
As long as heat infuse my livelihood,
To cast a backward look to those before
Lie gasping on the ground, I will exchange
My broken sword for two, which are like clifts
For them to gaze at; and keep them under
The thraledom of a fear; but I'le pursue
The chase to find my prey.

[Exit Burgar, and Querm. runs and gets up the broken swords
Quer.
What, art thou gone? 'tis well
Thou scapedst so, he knew I was here,
Or if he had not, I would have made him fear
To take my swords, and leave a stump for me;
Oh I wish he were now present, for now
My chollar riseth, I would shew him such
A twisting combate, as know a friend from foe.
I am a Lion now, he's but a Lamb,
I'le tear him, tear him, tear him; what, a
Broken piece, he left unto my lot:
Come, come, again, and let me flesh my
Appetite, and kill thee for a name.

Perpurgerus with a bloody sword.
Quer.
Come, come, Perpurgerus.

Per.
What, stand you still? rouse leaden spirits from
Thy earthly soul.

Que.
This broken sword hath caused the absence of
The bravest Hector: this sword and hand caus'd it;
I made him run, I, run.

Per.
Some childish boy.

Que.
He was a Man, whose shoulders were like
Mountains; a foot, a Pasty peel would
Equall with its birth, his eyes strike dead the
Heartiest man that goes, all armour furnished,
Yet forc't to run.

Per.
How did he bear the blows?

Qu.
How did I bear the blows? like Vulcans anvill;
For as he struck, my rebounding sense
Answered him again; he stood like
Nicodemus, or a fool, while I stood
Breaking my sword upon his nose,
He snuft, and said nought, else, but run.

Per.
You are stout.

Quer.
I ne'r knew my heart until this day,
Now I perceive the rigor of its will.

Hollarro enters with his sword drawn and bloody.
Hol.
The stygian lakes recoyl, Hero and Leander
Maketh cold, their loves are froken to an Ice,
Proserpina doth rule with fiery look,
Pan now doth make a sword, a shepheards crook;
Diana chaste, begins to fly for fear,
Cynthia doth mask her face till the next year;
Endymion waken is by these loud cryes,
Nymphs they do court their Garlands miseries;
Ceres doth lavish forth her full ripe ears,
Venus complains her selfe with watrish fears;
Juno is lumpish, and her love is gone,
Pallas turn'd foolish, and she wit hath none;
Mars rules full out with his most severe look,
Themis stands potent with her justice book,
Nemesis is troubled from the funded deep,
Morpheus is waken from his creeping sleep;
Apollo stands smiling at their folly so,
Jove bids me fight, and know my friend from foe.

Per.
More aid shall come, I'l fetch them out my self.
Exit Per.

Qu.
Great Prince, my valour riffe beyond its bounds,
All for your Fathers right.

Holl.
Now let Burgargo come, my weapon's fixt
To play its part, pierce tender bowel with
Its three form'd point, and make his blood
Still wait upon his shooes.

Scen. 3.

Burgargo following the flight.
Bur.
Stand stil your ground, the day breaks from the
Skies, for to discern the foe, my hands are
over loaded by the spoyls of this days labour,
While some lie gasping, others crying loud,
Here leggs, there arms, all bodies mortified,
My spirit thirsts to see the Prince Hollarro,
And to change Gloves with him, try valour at
The point of naked nimble swords.
Oh Goddesse blind, thou fortune hath inforc'd,
To shew my progress of my lingering dayes
In this brave soul, so stand prepare to fight.

Hol.
Your worthy carriage shews as much, nay more
After the encounter of our steelly blades,
Let after victory either rise or fall;
And let Astrea poyse the truest cause
By this the combate of our martial will,
So General come on; stand, see your selfe.

Bur.
Your valour's to be prais'd he that dare
Twist his hand with me, must have a grace
More then such young years can put forth;
I praise thy courage, but not thy discretion,
Because thou runs upon thy death.

[They fight, and he wounds Hollarro.
Hol.
Desist your purpose, so, till I close my wound,
The blood speaks on my cause, a fury leads
My temper now, stand still and pause, and then
I will renew the second blow.

Bur.
Vain purpose of your will, to strive with him
Who alwayes return'd with victory in his hands,
You cherish folly in a strange conceit,
strive with a weaker hand for to oppose
A decreed sense which is much stronger;
Yet shall it not be utter'd with a voyce
I kill'd thee unawares, but take thy time.

Holl.
Rest upon your blade, ground its point,
The time runs in swift motion to one
Of our ends, the Elizium field doth open
Large her panting soul, for to disgorge
The vicious humour of our Fabricke,
Within that space, the which we shall possesse,
Rewards stand ushering in our power,
To have the Crown allotted by those Saints;
Come lend your force again, I now prepare
For to receive my death by your unnaturall
Hand.

Bur.
Fortune support then both our hands,
Valour with-drawes unskilful helps,
And shews a fair prospect to a foul design.

[They fight, and he gives Burgargo a deadly wound.
Burg.
Hold, hold, I dye, take you the day,
And Crown your self with Trophies of my blood,
Your riper years sprung in a blossome stout,
Shall be Encomium to Bruzantia;
My spirit it doth vanish, as my blood
Flowes from the veins, sending by legate cause
All praise to your most severe stoutest arm.
[sighs.
Oh, my breath is prov'd an airy substance now,
I wish it were confin'd a longer space
To run its course, that I my King may shew,
The man gave me this wound, him to exalt
Above the rest by Title, degree and honour.
[sighs.
Oh, now the fading hour-glass consumes its sand,
Each corn a drop of blood, and the three fates
Come with their hungry appetite to cut
My fatall end, and blood doth bubble by
The hottest combate that us two did fight:
[sighs.
Oh, I must I must, the bones begin to be
Afraid of flesh, the sinews stand at difference,
All my body cold, save onely heart, doth
Leap by its extremity of pains, and
Hot with sorrow; [staggers.
I come, I come, make room
Amongst you, ghosts, see there be place for
Me, [Falls down, and dies.
I dye.

Hol.
Thou dyes then like a man, whose breath did bear
The whole Numenia's Land in a subjection,
The onely pillar of thy Countries good,
Death hath surpris'd the conquest of thy soul,
And this thy trickling blood that's here display'd,
Doth shew thy progeny to take its flight
From Brutus, or other greater Monarch,
My spirit's sorry for such a thrice noble friend.

Derisius enters.
Holl.
Return, return, thou runs upon thy death.

Deris.
Draw in that sulphurous breath: I live! and
Here my Generall he lies slain; no, no,

[Fight, Deris. falls and dyes.
Hol.
Die slave, as thou hast been ordained.
[Exit Hol.

Quer. turns the bodies over and over, to see whether they be dead or no.
Quer.
Robin dead, dead? Jack, dead, dead? are you
Or no?—faith if you be not I'le make you,
[He drawes his Sword.
I'le panch you, Rogues, and make you know
What I am,—what not
[Deris. shakes his legge, and Quer. runs away, but after draws nigh again.
Dead still, but stir you, hang
You, hang you I'le have one of you sure
Enough; come away, come away come—come—

He trayles Deris. off the Stage, by his head.

Scen. 4.

Yernomoy.
Yer.
Fight, fight, the day's our own,
Squeeze forth thy spleen with a censorious frown,
And turn my serious blows into a wrack of gall,
Deliver'd to my sight, ten thousand men
Were slain, and like an Abyssus did the earth,
Inclose all in a lump, converting so
Their oakey chaists into a putrid form,
And these my Robes, a badge receives from those,
Of honour, pomp, and glory to the day.
I follow them my selfe, so the compunction
Of their boyling blood did then rebate
My former stormes into most pleasant calms.
Stand, stand, thou slave.

[Burnomoy enters.
Bur.
I fear no Rebell, such an one as thee,
[They fight, he kills Yerno.
Consume thy selfe to ashes, and there lie:
My Generall Burgargo, what, thou kill'd;
What mortall motion propagated it?
This cannot be withstood, but hymns must sound,
And Elegies complain thy dolefull fall;
The Firmament crack with a thunder, and
The stars want light at this thy funerall;
A marble shall inclose thy sacred soul,
But cause its nature weeps, and may be term'd for thee.

Exit Bur. and carries out Burg.
Aberden, Hollarro, Fafrisius, Buzarain, Nevermo, Orestes, Sisterus, taken captives and bound, Perpurgerus, Quermero, Souldiers, Flag, Ensigns, Drums, a retreat.
Aber.
We contemn liberty, and honour with the same,
By a most sottish will, and by idlenesse,
Their ranks dispers'd, doth inflame fear with it;
The blew pavillions in which comfort liv'd,
Are routed by the heavens stormy blasts;
His Forts demolished, and his Army broke
Into a hundred squadrons, not able
To do a damage to our potent strength,
His Subjects hear our captives and his chiefs
Of all the Souldiers slain, shot, powder, by
Them vanished, all Bulworks they consum'd.
The best politick way that must come here,
Is to destroy both branch and root of them;
And that Hollarro be the Captain of
This new Dominion, so shall dame Peace
Still flourish with her train.

Holl.
Your purpose is confirm'd by me, and that
United to your onely selfe. My wound
Doth fester, and begins to rave beyond
A fury of its hot inclining, visiting me,
Thus with torn tossed discord.

Faf.
The Heavens shews a face to prosper our
Successe, the Sea is calm with gliding streams;
The wind doth shut a favour with its blasts,
And th'skie looks clear with serene splendent hieu,
All by invasion strive to do us good,
Then suffer all our Navy to the coast,
And spring Bruzantia's Land, carry the
Captives to the Queen of love, Adrinemia.

Buza.
A conspiration works with harmlesse will.
The air displayes her friendship to the cause,
The Element of water joyns her force,
To suffer all a shipwrack, if not now
We take this opportunity the Turrets
Of our hope consume with fear, after invasion
Of an obstinate and a perverse sense;
So let us go to that our native soyl,
The Captains stand and tremble at that word.

Nev.
Nature her Empire will at last give way,
The limits are unclos'd in which she moves,
A fainted courage can never withdraw
Such a design, if knowledge be against:
So most great Sovereign of your sacred will,
Draw down the Forces to the River side,
Because the day is vanish'd, and their force:

Aber.
Then, stout Hollarro, draw your whole Army down,
Clear all the Camps, and set the bondmen free,
Fear lest the Pleyades with its constellation
Drop stormy weather, and a season foul;
For now the Equinoctiall line doth poyze
The day and night both into equall parts
And no dysasterous foyl doth work such fate,
As make a wisdom rise aginst our hate.

Hol.
Father, you King of great Bruzantia,
Conquer'd Celerinus of Numenia.
I needs must visit you with good for ill,
If such a thing were forc't against my will.
The noyse of fame, and nimble swift-flown hope
Gives freedom pardon for to use her scope;
You need not bid, but command him that stands
Submissive in the way of your commands.
I will conduct the Army, hoyst the sayls
To where you please, in him it never fails.

Aber.
Confirm thy resolution.

Quer.
Hunger, hunger, preythee Perpurgerus
Give me some victualls, my teeth begin to gnash.

Per.
Here, take all.

[He gives him some scraps.
Quer.
Oh reward thee, its ready cut to my hand.

(Exeunt.

Scen. 5.

Celerinus, Gervoron, Burnomoy.
Cel.
Burgargo's gone, and all my Lords taken
Captives; when Titan, obscur'd within his Orb,
The verdant fields receives a Gown of dew,
But when my Generall lies in Elizium,
Then floods of sorrow spends their store,
And do prolong it by a cunduit art,
And stew the whole soyl in salt, brackish tears.
The wind doth shew its force as by a fury,
So doth the ebbing Sea abound with gall;
One strikes alarum with a thundring voyce
In the air; the other like a Lion,
Roars forth her spleen under the Globe,
All to the celebration of the soul
Of great Burgargo, my onely Generall,
Without a transformation of a sudden change.
They'l rage their bounds too far beyond their power,
And if no calm strike overthwart their Lawes,
Such a strange tossed tempest brings a ruine
To the terrestiall Ball, and so with their
Raging motion strike a fire, as Cyclops
Throws his Thunder-bolts, bring a consumption
To the substance of't all for Burgargo.

Ger.
The two-wing Pegasus doth stand ready
To shew the fame about the world; her motion
Is swift, but he is swift as she,
Cutting the air, and parting grosser forms
To view the lacrimy of such a friend,
Soaring the Climates, prauncing by the stars,
Viewing the lower, middle, higher of
The three Regions, before he comes to th'Moon;
So passing all till he comes to that light
Of Jupiter and Falcifer at one sight;
All for the praise of him who striv'd with hope
To gain the Land from damage, losse and foyl:
The holy Saints doth clamour with a sound,
Welcome Burgargo to our possest ground,
Take the Trophies of Martius Campus field,
Who ne're did turn to Enemies or yield,
Sit with a Coronet of a golden twist
Upon thy head, to be the Prince of all th'rest,
All make submissive forms, a solemn bow;
All stand affraid, and make to him a vow,
To be their King, for they did ne're injoy
Such an Heroick soul as that same boy;
Yet more's our loss, and pitty for the same,
Parting both with his body, and his name,
Because, of his blood no posterity follows.

Burg.
The valorous of all souls return with joy,
The Cassiopeia and Ursa major crave,
A fame of that same honour to the grave;
They run by Tropicks of the frigid Zones,
Leaving the carkass as the firmer bones;
All stars lament by constellation,
His down-thrown fame by a rebellion;
They tear their Robes, casting about their sloufs,
Nothing is left but print of their foul hoofs;
The pale reflects of Cynthia's crystall front,
Springing in the vaulty heaven there a font,
To glide with restless streams a hilding bless
Of gravities, and parts, from the work and mess
Of best proportioned honour, pulling to
The gifts of praise to whom they all do owe;
They all presage unto a dreamy Throne
Of their best wisdome, what he doth intomb,
As honour, valour, and sobriety,
Meekness and patience, with celerity,
They found an Empire of all thoughts in him;
They found the sweet of joyes fill'd to the brim,
Within the structure of that sacred soul,
In shew no shadow, but in selfe the moul
Of onely valour, brave man-hood, with the same
On which they'l fix an everlasting name.

Cel.
You have no envy in a rationall way,
Lets make a happy Buriall to the deep,
It greets the cause, prolong no future speed,
Since he dyed valorous, let a valorous
Grave receive his soul:

Bur.
Confirm the same with
A Page of consort to the Muses, and
Make a following pomp, expresse his worth.

Exeunt.

Scen. 6.

Adrinemia, Murgorus, and Nercius.
Adr.
Resolve no resolution, for the cause
Thou understands prevents no remedy
In my sole knowledge, thou gives there no aid,
To a prevention of a future danger;
Wisdome cryes help, to call a resolution
In th'hand of Labell, of a reall deed,
With a commission of an issue true,
Of shreud and pensive to a quick return.
Charybdis or great Sylla threaten death
To their swift navy, or the mount Ætna
Hath burnt their top sayls, or cast down their masts,
Turning their rudder to another coast,
While time affords an ornament to deck
My sensuall mind with shapes of horror, fear,
And love, doth now dismember the defence
I had, whereby I conduct my prov'd skill,
They captives are, no captives they receiv'd,
For else my King would have blaz'd his troops home
He promis'd the company whom he took,
No company here is sent, Murgorus,
Tell the cause, the Court is black for want of
Sparkling Lords, to give a lustre to its
Marble walls.

Mur.
Most high Princess,
Things by the counsell of vain sorrow's will,
Doth sojourn with the cause, the whirlwinds
Apt to make a tempest rise, bellowing the
Waves till their whole mountains soar aloft,
And by the craggy clifts whose obscure edge
Strikes with a desperate blow to swift winde ships,
May cause detard, and make sloath to ascend
Her private and her with-drawing chamber,
Of your censuring soul, and cause the twinckling of an eye,
A minute more or lesse, to shew in length
A number of long years, but suffer not
Such Rivalls to exhale such innatural
Fumes, bring a megrim to the vitall
Spirits, and perplexity to the Brain.

Nerc.
The informer of the day-light struck a knell,
The twelve a clock, against his sounding bell;
When then by course the ships did promise fight,
They arrive our coast before the next night;
But now by fortune bond to favour gold,
That hour is gone, and they still in the flood,
And Sol like nimble passenger surrounds
The hills again, discending to the downs,
And yet no Herald doth blaze forth no fame,
None strikes Love's onsets, or her words proclaim,
It must be some strange tempest that drives back
Their ships from shore, when they all things did lack:

Adr.
Why it's a ransome, for a Kings disdain,
For his own Queen, not to her send a line,
If storms did bind the ships within the harbours;
Yet quick flown message might come to my ear,
But ne're since the voyage took its game
Upon the restlesse Seas; I heard by Post
They stay their living, or confin'd their dead.

Mur.
I feel a pain, like Cerberus fasting jawes,
And Tantalus his gaping with desire
To gain the Apples, are not to compare
To these the torments that doth drench my soul,
All bring an ocean of a foul dispair,
Because they stay beyond the bounds of time,
And cause a lingring motion to answer
For their detard.

Exeunt.

Scen. 7.

Celerinus, Gervoron, Burnomoy: the Funerall of Burgargo passeth over the Stage, with his Scutcheon, Armour, Heralds, with Flags, Torches, and Mourners.
Cel.
Let earth kiss th'corps with sorrow, and rest you!
Could potent strength, or magnanimous deeds,
Bidding defiance to envy, spite and force;
Solemn confirm'd to Jove in haughty sky,
Or vertues Off-spring or the Nymphs of th'maine,
Save this same mortallman from being slain;
Then fortune had conquer'd death, and thy soul
Still liv'd with us: but we may curse the fates
With more hatred vows, and not lament thy
Rape so to dispair, because Mars honour'd so
Thy Royall valour, dying like a Champion:
The scraggy fleshless bone; man, durst not bring,
Or put to sight, a sheet to wind thee in,
Had not first glory, a rich Garland hold,
To crown thy merits, fram'd of brandish gold,
The Country laments thy fall, and thy King too,
My subjects to thy Herse doth make a bow,
Giving the praise and honour of the day,
Lauding thy name, and crowning thee with bay;
But now the Cypress must take place for it.


Elegies Song.
Hector was famous for War,
Achilles did excel him far;
Scipio was valiant stout,
Hanibal put him to rout;
Ulysses knew to handle Lance,
Ajax did above advance;
Turnus fought well at a field,
Æneas him forc't to yield;
Priamus had kingly power,
Agamemnon him brought lower;
Hercules did valiant acts,
Alexander did great facts;
Paris was a valiant soul,
Burgargo doth these controul;
Hector was no man to him,
Achilles knew nothing in;
Then fall in pieces thou earth,
Weep thy selfe into a dearth;
Scipio he was not stout,
Hannibal knew nothing to't;
Then let us all mourn atune,
To this soul that is here slewn;
Ulysses held not a sword,
Ajax he knew not a word;
Then lament this down-throw fall,
That is hapn'd to us all;
Turnus may be termed foul,
Æneas knew not his soul;
Then break forth into a maine,
Shower tears as if 'twere rain;
Priamus had no hand in war,
Agamemnon knew no jar;
Then send rumour to the skie,
And make thick clouds with our cry:
Hercules was child in shew,
Alexander ne're like knew;
Then we'l mourn our selves to death
'Cause he is bereav'd of breath;
Paris he was not a man,
Burgargo did all with stand;
Then we'l make both hills and dales
Know the losse of all us males.

Cel.
The faculty of penetrating grief,
Surrounds the brave Idea of all joy;
The sable dressings of her mournfull dayes.
Draws a curtain betwixt our eye and mirth,
The body of Burgargo must be interr'd,
And valiant deeds dies with that soul;
For Julius Cæsar when he conquer'd Troy,
Ne're knew such deeds as he doth here imploy,
All are not worth a nomination to
His rare atchievements.

Bur.
Let all their barbarous words bring hail with them
Inviting Æolus, to make a tempest roar;
Yet those we would whistle by as a jear,
For all that, Burgargo's gone.

Cel.
Thy soul doth crush all pomp in infamy,
Let not rage spend the courage of your hearts,
You are, my Lords, my onely Lords I have,
The Scythian Wolves ne'r war'd amongst the flocks,
As your two valours did amongst your foes.
My other Lords are took for sacrifice,
To that hellish Queen Adrinemia;
Yet we will grapple for the reason of't,
When Lawes are settl'd, and the havock quell'd,
Prolong your journey to the silent grave,
For triumph of the Corps and Funerall;
And let all Poets use their brains and pens
In praise of him and pomp of buriall.

Bur.
My Leige, your will's fulfill'd.

Exeunt.

Scen. 8.

Bellerro, Lerinica, Histerica.
Bel.
Are you not yet perswaded to combine?

Ler.
No, nor never.

Bell.
How Vulters in a cogitatious shape,
Know my inflamed heart, masqing dismall
Prodigies, let eccho answer contrary,
Sound a retreat, cherish the trope of hope,
Strike dum that sense, that is protractor
Of those airy notions that again-sayes all,
Answer once more, let passion move the favour,
Dispatch the case, and mercy take a place,
Shall birth rebound, I will and can: speak, speak.

Ler.
No no, great Duke, I cannot.

Bell.
That sound strikes dumb my soul,
The Lilly, Rose, stands in battalia form,
Acting their decent hieus 'gainst your frowardness,
The Dazie carries lance to shew the savagenesse;
Vesper and Hesper doth by aspect shew
Their influence to fling still against you;
Mounts and Dales make shirmish against other,
Because you suffer such a Rose to smoother,
Confounding nature, and deceiving earth,
Killing both matter, and both air and breath.

Ler.
None of these strange Toads may make such need,
And frame a darling of a vain dispair,
I will not wrong both nature and the soyl
With foggy mists of vicious quality
As not to marry, but that vapoured slime
Shall turn the voluptuous humour to
A siccid substance, and not rowling forth
That radical moisture to be soon exhald;
I'le marry, but not yet.

Bell.
The winding comets, by confession brings
An antidote, to acute feavours sharp;
But you my Comet, and my blazing star,
Turns me a Pagan, and speaks death thereto.
The cask wherein the camp of graces lay,
Is turn'd a den of groaning mischief loud;
I cannot live, if th'loadstone of your will
Change a virtue stupid to the Iron.
Cupid may bend his shaft, his arrows loose,
But ne'r hit so fair a mark as this,
Venture a whole quiver to the Sea and Land,
But rebound venom to such lips as thine;
Marry, marry, for the present time
Excells both past and future though divine.

Hist.
Sir, she is the master-piece of all Arts,
A whirly-gigg of glittering stones,
The Sun is clouded, and the stars want light,
When she by her airy motion enters.
See, speak again, she's like a purple die,
Neither loose colour, nor her face thereby.

Bell.
The flowry shade devoutly kneeling to
Brave Titans rays, with a compendium
Of servitude, that by obedience,
Both Woods and Fens receive a party shade,
And Groves stand shivering with the drops of cold,
Because offensive to his glorious head;
But I stand like a Willow, more then Oak,
Unto the shrine of your beatitude,
Expecting licence when I may presume
To violate the wind with a salute
Of your bright palm, not daring crave a beam
Of favour from your looks.

Ler.
The question of a danger, waits a doom,
Meeting with death or life at Senate house;
Therefore I'le enter with a reskue none,
I hate no look from a Hermaphrodite,
A man in shew, but woman in the speech,
Therefore desist; no favour from my hands,
No, none.

Bell.
The inraged foe, both pride and avarice,
Aims at the Capitoll of poverty;
And Phrygian plains, who, bound with Chariotteers,
Is form'd a channell uselesse, out of date.
Voluntary hearts oft ransackt bodies
Of a lively-hood, and royall freedom
Grant such a small request.

Ler.
The night derides the day, sure otherwise
Such instances should not offer to rise,
But more or lesse, none from me.

Hist.
Alas poor man.

Bell.
Oh object of dispair!
But most sweet Madam, please to let me wait,
The shadow comforts me when't wants the bait.

Ler.
The fester'd thoughts of your vain restless wil,
Mocks but your habite, and with fancy fill.

Bell.
The servile tribute that I owe to you,
Bindeth my glory for to waite you know.

Ler.
The Apple mollifies the heart that sees
Its lusture, but not my soul if't please.

Bell.
Tis, 'tis your goddess-like soul that sweeps away
The gloomy night, and brings with it bright day;
Come then we'l go.

Hist.
I'le wait your purpos'd will.

Exeunt.

Scen. 9.

Chorus
Song 1.

[Chorus.]
Song 2.