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ACT. 5.

SCENE 1.

Enter Andronicus.
And.
We hope Juletta hath deserv'd her Diamond,
Before this time the seasonable opening.
Of matters in this kind is half prevailing,
If she but makes impression in her soul,
Let me alone both to assault and enter.
But here they come,
(Enter Anna and Juletta.
Madam my hopes are closed in your eyes,
Set with your frowns, or with your smiles arise;
For love of you I'm marcht so many miles;
Pinch'd with cold sometimes, sometimes parch'd with heat,
For love of you! did attain the Crown.

An.
For love of me my husband dear was slain,

And.
It is confest, O they lead wofull lives.
Who are condemned for to be the wives to boys
I greev'd a Lady of your rare perfections,
Was lavish't on a fool knew not your worth;
Whose wanton lusts did erre in base by-path's
And common pebbles prefer'd above a Pearl.

An.
He had his faults.
Mild Lamb dost term them so,
May I but to his happiness succeed,

An.
I am too young to marry,

And.
Too young to be a bride and art a widdow

An.
You are too old for me, what green to gray?
Your cold November to my flowry May.

And.
I've nothing old about me save my hairs,
Dy'de white with care for you.
And Lady know that our reduced age,
Which doth not quench the heat, but cool the rage,
Of flaming youth, is oft observ'd to prove
The most continued lasting constant love,

Jul.
Many wise people I have heard say so.

And.
Ten thousand knees shall bow to you,
Andronicus and Anna shall command.
Millions of men, thou conduct of my greatness!
All my pleasure will dispense by thee,
They'r blest or blasted by thy influence;
Improve this point, your come in happy hour

Jul.
Whose profer'd power no woman can refuse,

(Aside to Andronicus.
An.
So suddain love after my husbands death,
Will make some talk ill and suspect far worse.

And.
Princes must learn to slight fond peoples talk,
No works will they atchieve, whom words do fright,

An.
Juletta tell us what you do advise.

Jul.
Ile make no match, no thanks if it speeds well,
All blame all curses if it succeeds ill.

An.
Me thinks he offers fair,

Jul.
So fair that I'm perswaded for my part,
You'l never thrive if you outstand this mart.

And.
Good madam speak your resolution,

An.
Alas, Sir, I am unworthy of your love.
No real merit lies in my bosom,
But what's seen by your self-deceiving eyes;

And.
Your modesty doth say so.

(He embraceth and kisseth her.
An.
What wonder if that he whose valour hath
So many of his stoutest foes supprest:
Should easily conquer a poor Lady?

(Exit Anna and Juletta.
And.
We will give order for our nuptials,
And instantly return.
Pluto give leave Alexius may peep,
Out of thy cave and then return to sleep.
Onely to see how I supply his place,
Who wear his Crown and do imbrace his wife.

SCEN. 2.

Enter Spiculator, Lapardas, surgeon and servant. all on a Scaffold.
Sp.
Speak much in little Sir, times pretious,

La.
I had rather little in much, lifes pretious
But I obey,
Here come I to receive my due desert;
Noble was my extraction great my estate.
Greater my pride, which to raise and maintain.
I brought Andronicus to the Empire,
But as a Mole I still wrought under ground.
Stood by as Mute said nothing and did all,
Spur'd on the posting Patriarch to odious actions,
Thus did I sence my self against fortunes spight,
If times did hold, my course I would shape so
If times did change I hop't still to escape.
But I forgot that Tyrants do intend,
To slight those stairs by which they did ascend.
I found my self deceiv'd too late at last,
Gan to unravel what before I woav'd.
Go then ye Fools idolatrize the Court;
Out-child your children fondly learn to sport,
With honours, bubble, pleasures painted feather,
That greatness onely stands on vertue built.
Tis near possest with joy, thats bought with guilt,
Now spiculator play thy part,
To Nature I a natural death do ow;
A violent death to justice I'm indebted,
Take then from me what I've no right to keep,
This wretched life.

Spi.
I have no such warrant;
I must boar out your eyes.

Lap.
Heavens forbid,

Spi.
The highest upon earth doth so command,
I'm but an instrument then do not blame
The stone that's thrown, but hand that threw it,
(Kneels and askes forgiveness.
Forgive me Sir, I pray,

Lap.
I thee forgive,
And him that doth imploy thee, may he live,
To see and sorrow for his scarlet sins.
I pardon all the world, except my self;
Fare well most glorious Sun, life of my life,
The bank of light whence Moon and Stars do Borrow,
Strange that thy Charriot should go down so soon,
And set in this my Hæmisphear at noone,
My woful life perhaps may last longer,
But Oh my dayes are altogether past,
(He binds him, bores out his eyes the surgeon claps plaisters on them.
O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O, O.

Spi.
Sure Sir, I'm truely sorry for your pain,

Lap.
And I'm griev'd far more that I deserved it,
(Holds his eyes in his hand.
Dear Jewels of my body!
Whom careful nature from her wardrope cloathed. O.
And coated with so many Junicles!
Was it because you shot forth wanton Glances.
Or Rivals did with envious looks behold?
Or that that you did adore the shine of gold?
That now I've lost you, or was it because.
Too many Sun-dayes I before ill spent,
That now nor sun, nor day, I shall see more?
Whatsoever was the cause this truth I find,
Heavens justice, I see clearly now I'm blinde.

SCENE 3.

Andronicus
Solus.

SCEN. 4.

Enter Messenger.
And.
Bring'st ought which is worth so much posting speed?

Mes.
A blazing Star, was lately seen i'th'East,

And.
A mighty bulchin Calf was calv'd i'th West.

Mes.
I'm glad your Highnes makes so light of it.

And.
A blazing Starrs beneath me, I'm the Sun
That brightly shine i'th'Grecian Firmament,
What is a blazing Star, the Kithin-stuffe,
O'th'lower Region fir'd, then fades in snuffe.

Mes.
Is stream'd with beams like hair unto the death.

And.
Sure it presageth then some Princes death;
That wears long locks, but see my hair is short.
It seems the Heavens are merry, and now make Bonefires.

Mes.
A Woman was delivered of a child.

And.
That's strange indeed, but had.
A child bin now deliver'd of a Woman.

Mes.
Deliver'd of a child that had two heads,
The one alive sprightly plump, fat and fair,
The other dwinling, wither'd, old, and dead.

And.
Herein Dame Nature doth not prophecy,
But only doth relate an History:
These double heads were verified thus,
The living we, Alexius the dead.

Mes.
An Earthquake in the south was plainly felt,

And.
Our Mother Earth was troubled with the collick,
Some prison'd Wind striv'd for his liberty.

Mes.
Saint Paul (your Tutelary Saint) his statue
Of brass did weep.

And.
For joy of our success,
Give him an Hankerchief to wipe his eyes.
I wonder at those wonder at these joyes,
To those they'r onely true, who do them dread,
Fortune fear'd 's a Tyrant, scorn'd a Coward
(Exit 1. Messenger
(Enter 2. Messenger.
Our words and thoughts are many miles apart,
Fair weather in our face, storms in our heart.
Such Prodigies I fear pretend no good;
Another Messenger, more Prodigies.
You bring the second part to the same tune.

2. Mes.
A tune will scarse sound pleasing in our ears,
Isachius appear'd i't'h Market place.
And there made an Oration to the people.

And.
He an Oration? Then a Jews-trump's a Lute
Pan made such Musick on an Oaten Pipe,

2. Mes.
Pan's Musicks best where Midas is the Judge,
He made his speech unto the peoples ears.

And.
He is as Eloquent as Valiant.

2. Mes.
Hee's Eloquent that doth attain his ends,
What he did lack in Rhetorick, he did
Supply with Logick, with his Arguments.
He prov'd his hearers all into his subjects,
It is the language now of all the City,
Long live the Emperour Isachius.

And.
Surprised, surprised,
I'th'port I have a Pinnace under sail,
Long since provided if all else should fail.
Thither Ile now retire my self in hast;
Hee's not quite broke, who hath one shift at last.

SCENE 5.

Enter Menander.
Men.
I cannot live with Countrey Clowns they are,
(Carp not Philosophers) reasonable Brutes,
Have no discourse, can neither teach nor learn.
The countrey doth affoard rich dirt, plump grain
Rank Meadows, Fatter then the sweating swain,
No Masks, no Revels, no Magnifique sport,
The worlds all Prison, which is not the Court;
Pardon my dear Artemia.
In all things else thy Councels are my Laws,
Herein alone my will rebels, for I
Must live at Court or living dye elsewhere

(Enter Cleobulus.
Cle.
Welcome to Court, Menander, on what side,
An Isachist or an Andronichist.

Men.
An honest man.

Cle.
No answer but a shift.

Men.
I am for no side but the blessed Mean

Cle.
A Newter's the worst vermine in our state;
Lukewarm's a temper Heaven and Hell do hate.

Men.
Are these two sides the onely gates which Leads
To happiness.

Cle.
But one gate opens thither,
Honest men must list themselves on one side;
Not hedge like you on both to save your state.
Mean time neglecting all the Publick good.

Men.
The Publick good is onely the result
Of many private mens particular goods,
By saving mine Estate I do advance
The Common-Wealth—

Cle.
Politick Bat, sometimes, Mouse sometimes Bird,
Give me the man who strips his Judgement from
All by respects, seeks naked for the Truth.

Men.
Immodest and unwholsome in cold weather,

Cle.
Critick not on my words give me the man,
Consults not with success but with the cause.
And having found the right engageth all,
Therewith to stand or else to fall therewith.

Men.
I do not know on which side is the right.

Cle.
Affected blindness at noone sees not light.

Men.
So dark things do seem clear to partial eyes.

Cle.
Ile read your destiny because you hope,
Though the great ship of all our state be wrack't.
To wafte your private goods safe to the shore,
In your own fly-boate, know it is the fate;
Dancers on ropes at last mistake their poyse.
For all their skill fall down and break their necks,
Even such be thy success who dost intend
To lose thy Conscience for to keep thy ease,
To please both sides, may you both sides displease,

(Exit Menander.

SCENE 6.

Enter Crato.
Cra.
Isachius his speech exceeded,
Himself and expectation.

Cle.
Reserved men are thrifty of their words,
To spend more freely when occasion serves.

Cra.
His language was not loose, but close and quick,
Not gawdyn sound but full and rich in sense.
He did not wo attention but command it.

Cle.
The imperfection of his Tongue be seem'd him.

Cra.
He spake more Prince-like, not like those who made,
Their Tongue their Ware, their Eloquence their Trade,

Cle.
I'm sorry the people pillag'd the Pallace.

Cra.
Andronicus his ill got goods left there,
Both rais'd and ruin'd were by potent Theft.

Cle.
Their action was illegal—
Mens injuries help to make Heaven more just.

Cra.
I grieve more that the Chappel was deface't.
Twas stately.

Cle.
I love no such triumphant Churches,
They scatter my devotion, whilst my sight.
Is courted to observe their sumptuous cost,
I find that my heart is lost in my eyes;
Whilst that a holy horror seems to dwell
Within a dark obscure and humble Cell.

Cra.
But I love Churches mount up to the skies,
For my devotion rises with their roof.

Cle.
Therein my soul doth Heaven anticipate
A stately library fraught which rarities,
(So many that they were not rare) was spoil'd
The stairs whereby our antiquaries clime
Up to the knowledge of the former Ages,
With some records which 'fore the flood were found,

Cra.
In a tumultuous deluge now they'r drown'd,

Cle.
Would that Isachius had represt their fury,

Cra.
'Twas past his power, no Tyrant to a Tumlt.

Cle.
It is my constant prayer, people their might.
May never know or ever use it right.

SCENE. VII.

Enter Andronicus, and three servants, and a Lutanist.
And.
Unfaithful Winds! and most perfidious Tyde?
Isachius hath brib'd you,
Thus to arrest me in my secret flight.

1. Ser.
The place is private, pray repose your Highness,
And seek a while to sleep.

And.
For twice seven nights,
Slumber hath been a stranger to these eyes.

2. Ser.
The justice of the Heavens, he that his foes
Eyes did put out, his own now cannot Close,

(Aside.
And.
Sing Lutanist.

Lut.
Song.
(He lyes down on the bed.
Hee's fast asleep.

3. Ser.
He sleeps with open eyes,
Then like the Lyon, that's his constant use.

And.
Was I a sleep? I'm glad 'twas but a dream,
(He starts from the bed.
Sure 'twas a vision I did plainly see,
The pale ghost of Alexius to the life.
With glowing Pincers he tormented me,
Whilst that Maria Cesarissa stitch't,
Hot burning needles through our painful sides:
Out of Lapardas eyes two streams did flow
Of blood, wherein I first did swim then sink.
And waking caught this pillow for the brink.

2. Ser.
Dreams are but fancies descant on the day.

And.
But look, look there, there's Alexius Ghost.
Staring with hollow eyes he nods at me,
Just o're the chair of state.

3. Ser.
There's nothing Sir,

And.
Now, now, now, hee's remov'd into the corner,

1. Ser.
'Tis Hectors picture wrought in the hangings,

And.
I say it is Alexius his Ghost.

2. Ser.
Your fancy Sir, of Mole-hills raises mountains.
No plague is like to jealousies and fears,

And.
What all turn'd Traytors? What gives Isachius,
Must each of you have a thousand Bezants.
How do ye find him? bountiful and noble?

3.
His heart is heavy, and his Tongue talks light,

[Enter Paleologus with souldiers and taketh Andronicus on his bed.
Pal.
Monster of mankind, and the spunge of blood,
Thou Goat of lust Tyger of cruelty,
Religions Ape, and envies Basillisk.
I will not in thy blood imbrue my hands,
Beasts shall kill thee, the many headed crue;
The people who did raise thee to the Crown,
As they did bring thee up shall throw thee down.

And.
My fall I hope shall Heavens honour raise,
By life or death I'le praise its justice.

[Exit.

SCENE 8.

Enter Juletta.
Jul.
I see contentment doth not alwaies wait.
On Crowns. I would not wear one at the rate,
My Lady doth, poor soul sighs, sobs, and tears,
Are all the company she hath save fears;
But here she comes, I must be gone
(Exit and enter Anna Sola,
Sorrow doth love no witnes,
Assist my grief to bemoan my wretched self.
Hearken ye stocks and rocks whilst I relate
The Chronicle of my most woful fate.
I have hope to finde compassion,
Stones may shew pitty where men prove unkind,
A Princess I was born, hence did arise
The source and growth of all my miseries,
My Father France call'd King, he made me marry,
She falls a weeping.
(O that a grave had been my marriage bed)
Ere I had felt the warmth of Cupids fire,
Small was my list to love, less to aspire.
But nuptial rites were suddenly dispatch't
To a boy husband, a child wife was married,
Our ages put together could not spell
Thirty, too young a pair to prosper long,
Happy ye milkmaids which each morn do walk
Thorow the virgin dew, o're pearled grass,
You sing i't'h day and sweetly sleep all night.
And do injoy your undisturb'd delights,
You freely may bestow your affections,
Wed those whose love is high though state be low,
High birth such bliss denies, fate doth refuse,
Us leave to leave, or liberty to chuse.
We are compell'd to like, whilst potent friends
Do sacrifice our marriage to their ends.
But he is gone, twere sin to wrong his Ghost,
I will not blame him, and may not boast of him.
The worst I beg,
(She weeps again.
Is that his faults be buried in his grave:
Since his decease, the great Andronicus.
Did wed us.
Forgive us, Heavens the while,
To see a sinner weep be pleas'd to smile.
Learn from us widdows how to cool your breasts,
From ancient love, ere you do entertain,
New thoughts for others,
Scarce were we warm in bed the nuptial night.
When loud alarums did affright us both;
Mons was our Hymen, we took ship in vain:
Cross Winds and Tydes inforc't us back again,
Were this all, twere two much, but what is worst
Maraptica that bold and cursed strumpet,
Usurps our bed, and keeps in awe our husband.
Subjects him to her will, which is his Law,
Lust makes my love a stranger to his arms;
Such is the Magick of her cunning charms.
Blame not my pensive soul, though full of care
Half an old husband is too much to spare,
And yet that half more then I hope to keep,
If true the Omen of my last nights sleep,
Judge then, had any a more woful life;
Whilst she was maid, whilst widow, whilst a wife,
In brief, would you of sorrows frame a map.
You'd hardly Mate-like years, with like mishap.
To whom one hour of Joy did scarce betide,
Though daughter to a King, twice Emperors Bride.

SCEN. 9.

Enter Menander wounded, and a Surgeon.
Men.
Artemia , Oraculous Artemia

Sur.
How came you Sir, to these wounds on both sides.

Men.
Nay, tell me how I may come by the cure

Sur.
They may be painful, but not dangerous;

[He dresseth him.
Men.
This on my right side, made with push of pike,
One of the Isaacan party gave to me,
For th'other hack with sword, I have cause to thank,
One that was of Andronicus his guard:

Sur.
You'd bad success.

Men.
As good as I deserv'd,
This 'tis to be a Neuter of no side,
I am drowsie.

Sur.
Its good to forbear sleep a while.

Men.
Ile rouze my self,

Sur.
In what state was Andronicus?

Men.
A sad one;
No Emperor of Greece, but Lord o'th'Soil,
With dirt and filth the people loaded him,
I ne're saw such a shower of mire before.

Sur.
A pleasant heart's best balsom for your wounds.

Exit Surgeon.
Men.
Artemia, oraculous Artemia;
Thou diedst Loyalties Martyr, and I live
Confessor to my folly; All this before
Thou propheciedst, but I would not beleeve thee;
The weaker Sex sometimes speaks strongest sense;
The Country life I thought an heavy Task,
Cause there we saw no Revels, there no Mask
This made me come again to Court, where I
My self am made a Tragedy almost.
Home will I hast, see me at Court again,
And say who now is hurt, shall then be slain.

SCEN. 10.

Enter three Citizens of Constantinople, two of them having rescued the Corps of Andronicus from the fury of the People.
1. Cit.
Abuse the dead! fie, fie, for shame forbear!

2. Cit.
A Corps is senceless, therefore feels no pain.

3. Cit.
More senceless you, that offer it this disgrace,
Dead Corps cannot be hurt, but may be wrong'd.

2. Cit.
To be more active, to torment his Ghost,
I wish I were a Devill for his sake.

1. Cit.
Your hellish wish makes you a Devil now.

3. Cit.
He had a peircing eye, a Princely garbe,
A winning gesture, and a charming tongue.

1. Cit.
A handsom body, comely in each part:

2. Cit.
A rotten soul, and a perfidious heart;

1. Cit.
All have their faults.

2. Cit.
All han't their villanies.

3. Cit.
He did erect a Stately Hospital.

2. Cit.
It will not hold half those he hath Beggars made.

1. Cit.
Two glorious Churches he built and endow'd.

2. Cit.
Poor recompence to wrong'd Religion,
Churches to build, and pluck down Piety.

1. Cit.
He made good Laws,

2. Cit.
And brake them first himself;
Besides himself hee'd have none other bad.

3. Cit.
That was some goodness,

2. Cit.
Tyrants are inforc't,
Sometimes to make good Laws, not out of love
To vertue, but to secure their safety,
Wherein their private ends are not concern'd,
Unpartial Justice there they must dispence,
More safely at other times to be unjust:
They'l stumble now and then on some good deeds,
To render themselves passable with men.

1. Cit.
He bare his torture with great patience,
Even when his open'd Entrals call'd upon
Tormentors bowels for compassion,
Calm was his soul whilst all that tempest fell,
He like a Lamb.

2. Cit.
Went quietly to Hell:

1. Cit.
Be charitable Sir,

2. Cit.
My Charity
Shall ne're destroy my judgment in such cases
Think you that he hath liv'd so wickedly,
With few good words stole happines at last.

3. Cit.
That sigh might marry him to bliss whose force
Did quite divorce his body from his soul.

2. Cit.
Preach but this doctrine.—
And Heaven you'l people with another Nation,
Of Whores and Thieves make there a new Plantation.

1 Cit.
Repenting whores are Virgins, Theeves true men,

2. Cit.
Well if he be in Heaven, Ile boldly say
Its pitty any on Earth should know so much.

Exit.
1. Cit.
If not a grave, Wee'l make a hole for him
If not for th'dead, yet for the livings sake.

3. Cit.
I hated him whilst living, now I feel
A chill remorse runs thorow all my veins,
My soul I see doth sing the common ditty,
Envies all height, and pities all in woe.

SCEN. Ult.

Enter Isachius, Basilius, Cleobulus, Paleologus, Crato, &c.
Bas.
Thus from the Cell we bring you to the Throne,
You sought not for a Crown, a Crown finds you,
[He shews the Crown unto him.
Desert shines in the dark, will not be hid
May you with all happines inherit it,
Entitled to it, both by birth and merit.

Omnes.
Long live the Emperor Isachius.

Bas.
Constantines greatness founder of this place,
With Jovians goodness, Honorius his success,
Long life of Valens, Manuels quiet death,
Justinians Fame and every good beside,
Singled on them, joyntly betide to you.

Isa.
We thank you for your good desires for us.

Bas.
How heavy is this Crown!
Beautiful burden, it adorns and loads,
And with the Crown a cross is joyn'd together,
Greatness and care are twins:

[He kisses the crosse.
Isa.
This cross I kiss and welcome, not that now
I first accost it, strange to me before,
We were familiar alwaies from our cradle,
This is my spear, my lance, my sword, my shield,

Bas.
This Scepter is to you from the Heavens.
Onely it is our duty to deliver it,
[He puts it into his hands.
In you his Image perfectly doth shine,
He sees our hands upheld, and humble hearts,
[They all bow to Isachius.
With these our bared heads and bended knees.
This and much more from us to him is due,
And him we pay in paying it to you.

Omnes.
Long live the Emperour Isachius!

Bas.
Not to instruct you what you do not know,
But only minde you, what you might forget:
Hear a few words.

Isa.
Speak on Basilius,
Whilst native heat and moysture Radical,
Observe their limits all the body thrives.
Both suffer, if but one exceed his bounds;
And all the body either burns or drowns.
So tis betwixt your power, our property:
They mutually receive and return strength,
One to another, whilst they both agree,
But if they justle once, and strive for conquest,
Even that which gaineth most, doth lose at last,
Not able to subsist when all's destroyed.
And if that Princes should betray their trust,
And justifie the wrong, and wrong the just,
We bow and bear, and sigh, and sob, and suffer,
Armed with prayers and Tears,
But sure our sad complaints will mount up thither,
Where Kings are only called to account,
And in that Court which is above the skies,
Subjects appeal, and Soveraigns censure lyes

Isa.
I cannot steal mens souls thorow their eares,
Charm sturdy hearts with circles of choice words,
Like to the sweet tongue of Andronicus,
All which he promised wee'l strive to perform
We're pleasd to binde our selves unto our Laws,
And count it freedom to be so confin'd:

Omn.
Long live the Emperour Isachius?

Cle.
That shout did wake the Eccho from his Cave,
Tickled with joy, the earth did seem to shake.

Bas.
“Thus Treason for a time may strangely thrive,
“Quickly grow great, but never long survive.
Whilst fools mistake Heavens flouts for smiles, and think,
That Nemesis is dead, which doth but sleep
Till right at last revives out of his swoon
Right which some storms may toss, but cannot drown,

A Chorus consisting of two parts Grecian and Persian, one Gown-men, the other Sword-men.
Gr. Ch.
Vve marvel at your private sadnesse.
Exception from the publick gladnesse.
Why do you sigh, whilst we do sing,
Whilst we ring bells, you hands do wring.
Whilst joy all others cheeks doth Crown,
Your face is clouded with a frown.

Per. Ch.
Alas, our case is most forlorn,
Work we cannot, beg we scorn.
Steal we will not, and do wonder
Setled Laws allow no plunder;
We have not whereunto to trust,
Our hungry swords must eat the rust.

Gr. Ch.
There's a time for every trade,
Merchants first good bargains made.
Next the Lawyer did succeed,
On clyents leane, they fat did feed;
Silenc'd since in doleful dumps,
And the souldier turn'd up trumps.

Per. Ch.
Turn'd up trumps; Alas in vain,
To be soon turn'd down again.
Had we been wise, this War to spin,
To spread it broad, and lay it thin;
When seven Winters had been past,
Well might it more seven Summers last.

Gr. Ch,
Of our state you had the Creame,
And have drain'd our wealthy streame;
Our Coyn, our Plate, our Richest stuff,
Were all devoured by your buff.
And whilst you souldiers were in prime,
Full well you did improve your time.

Per. Ch.
We could not drain your wealth profound,
Whose streams so great.
For it you hide in vaults so deep,
Where Phæbus never dar'd to peep.
O that we might so blessed be,
Your wealth invisible to see.

Gr. Ch.
Our treasure doth not hidden lye,
Under the earth, but o're the sky.

Per. Ch.
See you this sword, tis all our lands,
Our states are fallen into our hands.
The boundaries whereof you may,
Eas'ly in one view survey:
From Hilt to point the length doth reach.
From edge to back the breadth doth stretch,
You see our Lands, and this we vow
Is both our ship, and shop, and plow.

Gr. Ch,
We should be loath that plow should thorow
The Græcian Empire make a furrow.

Per. Ch.
Into forraign Lands wee'l go,
And teach their natives War to sow,
War which may be sown full cheap.
Tho it will prove dear to reap,
It matters not so we have work;
Be't gainst Christian, Jew, or Turk.
Though we travell ner'e so far,
Farewell peace and welcome War.

Gr. Ch.
Go pray transport your martiall arts,
And ship them vnto forreign parts,
Practise them on any other.
So you spare this Land our Mother,
Here alone let discord cease:
Farewell War, and welcome Peace.