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The Third Act:

Scene 1st.

Enter Annibal and Serena.
Annib.
Is this your Answer then, You cannot love me?
This the Reward for Offers of my Blood?
And braving a stern Father to preserve you?
This the Effect of Crispus Eloquence!
To make his Friend a most untimely Grave?
For, bear it as you please, or laugh or grieve,
I will not be a Trouble to you long.

Seren.
What shall I say? Alas! I might delude you, Annibal,
Like other faithless Beauties of the Age;
But the Gods fram'd me of so plain a Temper,
I cannot hide my Thoughts,
Though to my undoing.
But something more there is, if you could bear it,
To turn your desp'rate Love for ever from me.

Annib.
Produce it then; for, what can Nature shew me
Than Death more dreadful, wilder than Despair,
Which now are my Familiars?

Seren.
Take it, Sir,
The only Secret of my wounded Soul.
I love, I languish, and despair like you.

Annib.
What, do you love another?

Seren.
Love him to death, nor does he know I love him;
Or if he did, he would not make Return.

Annib.
Can this be possible! But where, where is he?
That I may rush with all my Rage upon him,
And bear him with me, to the other World.

Seren.
Not for a thousand Worlds you must not hate him

Annib.
Plagues! Curses on his Head, Rage and Despair
Is this then the Return of all my Vows,
To make my setting yet more deep in Blood?
But give me quick his Quality and Name.

Seren.
His Name! what, after such Resolves of Vengeance!
Your Fate and mine should not compell it now.

Annib.
What, not to save my Life!

Seren.
No: for what Life can stand in Competition,
When his is threaten'd? Better you, and I,
And all the rest of humane Kind, should perish,
Than he, the Master-piece of Nature, suffer.
And should you know him, spite of your Resolves,
Sir, you would kneel and worship too like me.

Annib.
Show me the God then, if I must adore.

Seren.
No, since you have sworn, I should do ill to trust you:
Yet, for his Preservation, I must tell you,
When e're he dies Serena too shall bleed.
From the same hand, the same Dispatch I crave,
And, if at last one Monument we have,
What Joys can Life compare with such a Grave!

Exit.
Enter Arius with Crispus Picture.
Annib.
Death, Hell, and Furies; if my Sword have Charms,
Which never fail'd me yet, I'll find him out;
This Rival God—
And drive him from the World.

Ari.
Ha! Goes it there?
Then to my Task!

Annib.
Arius in Contemplation!
'Twere worth my while to spy; Crispus Picture!
Forgive me Arius, if I rob your Hand
Of what's so deep ingraven in my Heart.
For whom this pretty Present?

Ari.
Your Pardon—The Mystery is one of Loves great Secrets.

Annib.
Crispus in Love, and hide it from his Friend!
From Annibal, that open'd all to him!
'Twas much unkind: Arius I am concern'd:
And you must tell me where his Heart's engag'd,
E're I return the Picture.

Arius.
Sir, I am in haste;
And dare not tell her Name; therefore I beg you:
She waits my coming.—Good my Lord,—she loves
To that degree, each Moments Stay is Death:
Therefore, let me conjure you.

Annib.
Thou dost but raise my Admiration more:
Therefore, your Business, or farewel.—

Arius.
Stay, Stay!
My Lord, you are his Friend! yet 'tis a Breach
Of Trust: but since there is no other help,
And the fair Mistress of his Heart may pine
To death upon the loss; restore the Picture,
And take the Secret, Sir: her Name's Serena.

Annib.
Traitor, thou ly'st: and, but thy Robe protects thee,
Should'st feel, even now, th' Effects of my Revenge.

Ari.
To clear th' Aspersion, bear it Sir, your self,
And to Serena's Face, I'll justifie
The Secret of her Love; tho Crispus kill me.

Annib.
By Heav'n, thou dost recall a dreadful Image:
Of late I met him e're I made my Visit
To her thou hast nam'd, and ask'd him of my Love!
He seem'd in haste! his Answers were abrupt;
His Count'nance sad: and thus in short return'd;
Hunt not the Bubble Beauty, like a Boy;
Fall like a Man: and let your Rest be Fame.
And so it shall: If what thou say'st be true,
I'll level him with Earth.

Arius.
What said you, Sir?

Annib.
Yet I will have more Proof; she shall, her self,
Be witness to the Fall of this high Virtue:
Then Friendship to the Winds, like meeting Tides,
We'll fight the Tempest out, nor give it o're,
Till one lies dash't, and broken on the Shore.

Exit.
Ari.
Thus far the Devil is the best mounted yet,
And Heresie at last shall win the Race.
Enter Labienus and Eubolus.
Ha! Labienus here,
And my Eubolus; We shall shortly govern.

Labi.
I met the Emperour of late, alone;
Who ask'd for you.

Ari.
I'll instantly attend him.
Where is his Son?

Eubol.
I left him with Dalmatius.

Ari.
Unloading his sick Heart upon his Friend.
Enter Dalmatius and Crispus.
But see, the Master Enemy's at hand;
Sculk to your Posts, and dive in Mists away.

Ex. Ari. Lab. Eub.
Crisp.
Now my Dalmatius, now thou hast my Heart,
And make good use on't, if I ne're see thee more.
By Heav'n, my Friend, I have not hid a Point
Of that sad Story that must make my Ruine.

Dalm.
Would thou hadst told me half of it before!
I might have sav'd thee many a Sigh and Tear:
Pray Heav'n no worse come on't; but 'tis no time
T' upbraid thee now; What wou'dst thou have me do?

Crisp.
Perswade my Father from enjoying her,
For if that be to night, as once he vow'd,
Thou shalt behold thy Crispus dead to morrow.

Dalm.
And what of Fausta?

Crisp.
I know not what.
That subtle, false one, that has thus deceiv'd me,
And with her charms ensnar'd my innocent Soul:
But I will hence.

Dalm.
For what?

Crisp.
To execute
The Vows I made.

Dalm.
Go then and kill her.

Crisp.
Ha!

Dalm.
Kill th' Adulteress: This incestuous Charmer:
And have her born in Triumph to thy Father:
Then tell thy Tragick story like a Man;
And greatly thus Atone for both your Crimes.

Crisp.
Farewell: I'll find another way to end her.

Dalm.
Tongue—kill her, go: or swear and be forsworn,
Thou ne're wilt see her more. Heav'n! That a Man
Born to the Empire of the World, should dote
On such slight stuff as Woman!

Crisp.
See my Father,
Look thou to Him, as I'll be guard on Her.
Incest! Dishonour! To all future Ages—
Think,—Think on that—and push him from his ruine.

Ex. Crispus.
Enter Constantine, Sylvester, Dalmatius.
Const.
What say the People to the rumour spred
Of my new Contract?

Sylv.
All the Christians mourn,
And sicken in their Souls, as if Heav'n warn'd
The Earth, of some unheard Calamity:
The Heathens on the other side rejoice,
And cry, a Persecution is at hand.

Const.
No matter to the point; Knowst thou the man,
Whom Fausta Loves?

Sylv.
I told you Sir before,
I would be dumb for ever on this Theam.

Const.
Yet this implies thou knowst, but wilt not show him:
All know him, all, all but he that shou'd;
For Crispus has confess'd,
Yet hides the name;—But I'll find out one,
Less meriting respect, whom Racks shall force.

Dalm.
If you intend your Empires safety, Sir,
Cast Fausta from your Bosom; Turn her out;
Away with her—far let her be Exil'd,
With all her race; For Death is in her Beauty.

Const.
My Brother offer this!
Death in her Beauty?

Dalm.
Violent, sudden Death;
Death to your Health, and Ruine to your Glory.

Const.
Perhaps he is the man. Her Lover! Yes:
And thus conceals his flame with Covert rage,
For else what Cause could thus provoke his Passion?
What is the Publick Interest here concern'd?
Their murmurings, or their joys; which with a nod,
My Power can hush. By Heav'n there's more at bottom,
And I will find it out; Their looks betray e'm:
Priest: Princes: all engag'd; and for some great one.
Enter Arius.
But hold—here comes my Man! Brother I've thought
And will consider further what you urg'd,
Against my Wife.

Dalm.
We leave you to Heav'ns care,
And wish you to beware that waiting Fiend.

Ex. Dalm. Sylv.
Const.
So, now your business, Arius!

Arius.
Sir.

Const.
Your business?
The Coast is clear; be your Confession so;
And speak what all the Court have sworn to hide.

Arius.
Sir, Labienus gave me your Commands,
That I shou'd wait.

Const.
Dost thou dally with me?
Thou knowst the least of thy Enormous Crimes
Deserve a lengthen'd death: Think on thy Treason,
Atheism, Blasphemies against the Highest;
Think on the purpos'd murther of my Brother,
Wrought by thy Charms, thou damn'd one; after this,
Let thy affrighted Soul despise my wrath,
And if she dares be dumb to my demands.

Arius.
What must I Answer?

Const.
Give me Truth for Truth.
Once more then; And this warning be thy last,
Show me the robber of my hearts repose,
Friend to my Crispus, but his Fathers Foe;
The Conquering Rival of my ravish't Love.

Arius.
What, has your Son reveal'd?

Const.
He says she's false; but tells me not to whom;
Swears she's foresworn: And when I see him next,
I shall know more.

Arius.
What if you never see him?

Const.
Why dost thou start a Question so unlikely?

Arius.
I cannot think he will betray his Friend;
He who betrays his friend, betrays himself;
And rather than do that, I judge he'll leave
your sight, The Empire, and his Love for ever.

Const.
Love, Arius! Ha! His Love! What Love? To whom?

Arius.
Why Love to you:
What other Love shou'd Crispus entertain?
He has no Mistress sure!

Const.
Thou seem'st to hint,
As if he had: Mark thy foregoing words:
He who betrays his friend, betrays himself:
By Heav'n! Thou hast set my anxious Soul a' work.
For when thou saidst; he has no Mistress, sure—
Thy meaning was, to make me think he had;
And that this Mistress could be none but Fausta.

Arius.
I hope, dread Sir, you will not wrest my words,
And Innocent thoughts to any evil purpose.

Const.
What! at your tricks agen? Be quick my Traitor,
And spread it once thy double Heart before me;
Dost thou not judge my Son, his Father's Rival?

Arius.
If you would know my Heart, indeed, I do.

Const.
Why, what a Devil wert thou then to deny't?
So pittifully play the Hypocrite;
And serue that lying Face into a show
Of Innocence,
When nature stampt thee for a Villain!

Arius.
Forgive me, Sir, if I avow 'twas fear,
Not Villany that made me hide my thought.

Const.
All fear, but fear of Heav'n, betray's a guilt;
And guilt is Villany. But let thy fear
Produce what past betwixt the wicked pair;
Show me th' Adulteress and Adulterer;
Where, how and when, this Incest was Committed,
Who was the Instrument and Cursed Bawd,
And damn'd contriver of their horrid joys.

Arius.
Oh Heav'n!

Const.
O Hell! For there shalt thou be hurl'd,
And rost in Sulphur, if Thou not tell me all;
Thou, who perhaps thy self wer't the Contriver,
The Bawd I nam'd, and Instrument of their lust.

Arius.
Hold Sir! And I'll confess: I've seen your Son
Oftner then I have wish'd, attend your Fausta,
And seen him late from her Apartment come;
I've heard him praise her long, and when the praise
Was finish'd, sigh, that he durst praise no longer:
At least I thought so, but my thought 's no proof.

Const.
No Arius, not enough for Crispus Death,
But there's enough to turn my Spirit from him,
To make me loath his form; When next we meet,
From Head to Foot to measure him with my Eye,
Both as an Object of my scorn and hate.

Arius.
That Love has past betwixt 'em is past doubt,
But for enjoying—

Const.
Knowst thou ought of that?

Arius.
Not I, by Heav'n!

Const.
Why didst thou start it then?

Arius.
Sir to be satisfi'd, what you wou'd do,
Upon the demonstration.

Const.
Both shou'd bleed,
Both dye, as sure as we are living, Arius;
For him, 'twere sacriledge to think to save him,
If thus he has transgress't, not then my vows,
Not all the Conquests of his blooming Years,
With my whole Empires Knees and lifted Hands:
Not the remembrance of his Mothers Tears,
When on her death-bed, she bequeathed his safety
To my best Care and Love, shall once redeem him.

Arius.
What shall be done to him that finds the truth?

Const.
Reward and Honour. He shall be my friend.

Arius.
I ask no more; henceforth I'm yours;
To search, tho at the Peril of my life
The bottom of this business.

Const.
Say and do—
But send my Wardrobe now, to Fausta's side,
Bear her the Diadem, with stile of Empress:
And say this night I bed Her.

Arius.
That will prove her—
If she refuse; You know Sir what to judge.
Nor would it be amiss to break discourse,
About your Son, and sift her subtle Soul.—

Const.
I apprehend thee: But as I commanded—
Away—Oh Constantine! Yet e're this search,
Whatever comes, Remember he's thy Son;
Son of thy Love, and once was next thy Soul.
But as the best are worst, when once corrupted,
If he has sinn'd at all, he has sinn'd to Death;
The Thought distracts me; Heav'n remove this Trouble,
Or I shall run to my old Gods again.
But hush awhile: I'll bear my Passion cold,
I'll curb it while the Reins of Reason hold;
But if they break, then Nature, where's thy Call?
Be deaf to Reason, Nature, Judgment, All—
The Precipice is Fate; and if we roul,
The Fault is theirs that fool'd us with a Soul.

Exit.

Scene II.

Enter Crispus with a Dagger, and Fausta.
Faust.
Hold, hold thy hand—

Crisp.
Think not I meant to kill Thee—
No, thou seducer, were thy Stains more deep
Think not too, Despair, and Rage cou'd so unman me
To hurt a Woman. Yet thou shalt hear me Fausta:
And if the Story of thy Crimes can kill thee,
I'll lay thy Wounds wide open to the Air;
Display the Perjuries of thy bleeding Heart,
And to thy Incest, add at last a Murder.

Faust.
Stab with thy Dagger then; but let thy Tongue
Destroy no more.

Crisp.
Oh all ye Powers, who that had known last Night,
The Joys which I have known, could once have thought it!
Who that had heard her Vows, when on my Breast,
Weary'd with Oaths, and out of Breath with Kisses
She panting swore! And wish'd Destruction seize her,
If she were not content, so one night more
Her ravish'd Soul like that might entertain,
To live her Miseries and past Life again.

Faust.
By all those Powers you name, and by your own,
I wish so still.

Crisp.
Yet at that very Minute
When thus she swore, to know she was forsworn,
Conscious her Faith was plighted to another!
And who that other pick'd from all Mankind,
To make her more abhor'd, but my own Father?

Faust.
What, Load on Load?

Crisp.
Her violated Hands
Were plighted fast with his; and Kisses past.—

Faust.
Hold, hold, and let my Tears atone, my Lord,
Or sink upon the Earth.

Crisp.
The Center, Fausta,
The Center cannot hide thee from the Horrors
Of thy own Conscience, which are my Avengers:
And wheresoe're thou fly'st, shall follow thee
With inward Hells, for the base Wrong thou hast done me.

Faust.
O Crispus! never, never, wilt thou end?

Crisp.
By Heav'n! I know thy damnable Design:
Thou hast this Night contriv'd to ruine Nature,
To make the Angels sick with such a Crime,
As equals hers that first betray'd the World.

Faust.
I'll stop thee with my Kisses!

Crisp.
Off Crocodile!

Faust.
Why use thy Ponyard then.

Crisp.
Nor that, nor this.
I had design'd, 'tis true, to stab my self;
But second Thoughts instruct me thus to haunt thee;
Like an eternal Fiend to follow thee:
To hollow still Damnation in thy Ear,
And hinder thee from Incest with my Father.
Oh horrid Thought!

Faust.
Oh horrid Thought indeed!

Crisp.
Why does it not possess thee!
Thou fair insinuating Snake! wouldst thou then guild thy Poison?
Swear on my Ponyard, swear, and damn thy self;
Thou hast not plotted, as this Night, to twist
Thy incestuous Arms about my Father's Neck!

Faust.
Yes, I will swear. But let me lean my Head
Against thy Breast, while I recover Breath:
For I am faint with Groans.

Crisp.
Oh Heart! Oh Love!
She grasps so hard, and locks so with her Charms,
I cannot put her from me! Fausta! is't possible!
Is it then possible! Thou canst be good?
So good at least, as being thus gone in Sin,
To go no further?

Faust.
Let me swear;
For I will face the Gods in such a Cause;
And standing on the Guard of Innocence,
Swear, all I've done was but th' Effect of Love.

Crisp.
Again thou'rt fallen; for thou art guilty, Fausta,
Of Impious Treasons, and incestuous Love.

Faust.
I am not, Crispus.

Crisp.
Ha! not guilty, Fausta?
Then farewel all.

Faust.
Hold, hold, not guilty to my Crispus.
Fall not to Rage again, and I'll confess
I was compell'd to be contracted to him:
Not wedded, nor possest.

Crisp.
Why didst thou hide thy Contract?

Faust.
Because 'twas forc'd by Fear; nor did I dare
Reveal it to thee, e're I had thee sure. So much I lov'd thee, Crispus.

Crisp.
But what hadst thou decreed to do to night,
This fatal Night, if that the Emperour
Had sworn to enjoy thee?

Faust.
Stop him with my Tears;
Or if they fail'd, to dam his Passion thus,
And sheath this hidden Ponyard in my Heart.

Crisp.
Is't possible, Thou should'st so greatly dare?

Faust.
Yes Crispus. Thou shalt see by what's to come.
Oh! therefore take me to thy Breast, and swear—

Crisp.
Swear first thy self, he never shall possess thee.

Faust.
What needs an Oath after possessing Thee?

Crisp.
Yet, for the Satisfaction of my Soul,
And Cement of our everlasting Loves,
Swear thou wilt never.

Faust.
Never Crispus, never.
By Heav'n and Earth, by all that's great, and holy,
I swear thy Father never shall embrace me.

Crisp.
What never! Oh yet closer! Never Fausta?

Faust.
By all this Dearness, never Crispus, never.

Enter Arius.
Arius.
What Faults are gone and past, it matters not:
But you had best beware of what's to come—
Haste Sir away.—See there the Beds prepar'd—
Scene draws,
The Diadem; and Name of Empress given—
Your Father's at my Heels! hark! you are warn'd.
Soft Musick.
I hear him come, and wish you Sir away.
Ex. Arius.

Crisp.
Oh Fausta!

Faust.
Take no Thought.

Crisp.
If he should charm thee,
Or scare thee to Compliance—

Faust.
That distrust
Again! by Heav'n I'll dye before he enters.

Crisp.
Hold thee, my Heart! my Life, my Love, my Soul,
I'll stay—and hazard all—but hark! he comes.
I would advise—Live, if thou canst with Honour—
If not—he's here, fall, and I'll follow thee.
Ex. Crispus.

Re-enter Arius with Constantine.
Const.
Ha Arius! see'st thou there?

Ari.
Crispus, I think.

Const.
Did'st thou not see him?

Ari.
Yes.

Const.
Why dost thou then suppose it but thy Thought?

Ari.
Because I do not like his being here.

Const.
Nor I, by Heav'n! Withdraw; and wait my Call.
Ar. retires.
What now, my Fausta! Ha! in Tears my Fair!
What, on thy Wedding Night? Why dost thou fly me?
Am I a Ravisher? Howe're reputed
Bloody in Fields, in Chambers I am gentle
As thy own Thoughts.
Therefore let our Vows be scal'd, and then to bed.

Faust.
What said you, Sir?

Const.
Why, to Bed my Love;
And hide thy Virgin Fears. Thou wilt be bolder there—

Faust.
Alas! I dare not.

Const.
Why?

Faust.
I've sworn, my Lord.

Const.
What, and to whom?

Faust.
To Heav'n I've sworn,
Howe're contracted, that I will not wed you.

Const.
When?

Faust.
Not to night.

Const.
When then?

Faust.
Press me no further,
For I can only answer with my Tears.

Const.
Speak, for I'll know th' Extremity to night—
Why then to morrow; but by Heav'n no longer;
For now I've sworn too.

Faust.
But I vow'd first:
And swear again to keep that Vow till Death.
To morrow and to morrow, add to those
Ten Millions more. You never shall embrace me—

Const.
Is't possible! after thy Faith was given!

Faust.
Not given, but by a Conquerour compell'd.

Const.
And hast thou rightly scan'd the Conqueror's Rage!
Ha! Fausta! hast thou plac'd thy Fathers Fate
Before thy Eyes? And thought upon thy own?

Faust.
Just to your purpose: I'm prepar'd for Death,
Rather than entertain you in my Bed:
Therefore if you set down t'enjoy me, Sir,
Or doom me dead, upon the Earth I beg you
To speak your Will. And Fausta shall revenge you.
This Ponyard strait shall act your vow'd Revenge,
And take her from the World.—

Const.
Rise, Fausta! rise—
By Heav'n I find 'tis vain to strive against thee!
Take then what more thou valu'st than the World,
And what, in spite of me, the Fates ordain thee—
My Crispus for thy Love—

Faust.
Ah, Sir, what mean you?

Const.
Why would'st thou strive to hide what Nature shows?
Dalmatius, Arius, and Sylvester, know it:
And over-wrought me for my Empires Safety,
To this great Act to yield thee to my Son.

Faust.
Did Arius too? No sure, they rather wrought you
To yield me to my Grave—

Const.
No. To my Throne:
Already 'tis decreed: my Cæsar weds thee.
Not but I own I came to work thee from him.
But since not Death it self can daunt thy Love,
Forbid it Heav'n, that I should break such Union.
Haste Arius! Call my Son. I'll give him now;
Now while my Reason lets me see my Dotage.
How ill such Autumn suits thy Beauties Spring!
But haste and bring him, while the heat is on me;
For I will have you wedded in my presence:
And if thy Heart consent to make a Turn,
As strange as kind; this Night he shall enjoy thee.

Faust.
Oh Heav'n, instruct my Frailty what to answer!
Can this be real Sir! is't possible?

Const.
My Council know it; and confirm the Order.

Faust.
That I shall wed your Son?

Const.
Why thus repeated?

Faust.
And you approve it?

Const.
Canst thou doubt me still?

Faust.
No. I will own Sir, since you approve it:
Own it to Death, I love him more than Life.

Const.
O Fausta!

Faust.
Ha! what now? He turns away.
He blushes! Gods—I'm lost, betray'd, undone!
Undone for ever. Crispus is betray'd:
The innocent Crispus.—

Const.
Guilty, guilty Crispus—
And guilty Fausta! Guilty both to death;
But most my Son who wrought thee to this ruin.

Faust.
O say not so. 'Twas Fausta wrought your Son—
And over Lov'd him, to his own destruction,
Therefore as you're powerful be just,
And let the stroak of Vengeance light on me.
But Sir for him—

Const.
For him each Syllable
Thou plead'st in his behalf but wings his death.

Faust.
By the just Heav'ns! And by the Saint that bore you,
By your Religion Sir, I do conjure you,
Spair, spair his Innocence—

Const.
If thou consent,
That I this night shall wed thee.—

Faust.
Wed me Constantine!

Const.
Fausta, Why not?
Art thou enjoy'd already, married? Speak, confess—
That I may pardon thee—

Faust.
What you know, you know;
You have betray'd me once, but shall no more:
More! There's no more, but that I Love your Son,
And whether he Loves me, the Gods can tell:
I know the natural goodness of your temper,
How e're transported will not let you kill him.
Therefore I leave you—

Const.
Stay and tell me when;
When I may hope Loves Consummation sure?

Faust.
When you behold me Wedded to your Son,
As you engag'd, and past your Royal word,
When after many rowling years I bring you
A race of smiling Boys to bless your Age,
To play about your Throne, and be your Cæsars:
Then may your happiness compleated be,
Then may your Eyes the Consummation see,
But never hope for other joys from me.
Ex. Fausta.

Const.
What Arius! help and free me from this plunge
Of Love and Nature. She Loves; She Loves to Death;
And tho she hides it, is belov'd agen.

Arius.
What's your resolve? To give her to your Son?

Const.
No Arius; first I'll give her to the Grave—
Resign my Empire: All—

Arius.
Then Crispus dies—

Const.
If he has not enjoy'd her, he shall live,
For that I Lov'd him once is full as true
As that, tho now he has sin'd, I cannot hate him,
But if enjoy'd! How shall I find it out?
I'll seise and Rack him.

Arius.
How Sir, Rack your Son!

Const.
By Heav'n 'twas well remember'd by a Villain:
Therefore I swear thou shalt be Rack't thy self.

Arius.
Who I, my Lord?

Const.
Ay Villain: Traitor, Thou!
I'll Rack the Racker, till I find it out;
For my misgiving Heart says thou know'st more:
Therefore, when next I see thee, bring me proof,
She's not enjoy'd, her vows and vertue clear;
Do't, or thy Death shall teach succeeding Kings—
No more by false reports to be abus'd—
But strait confront th' Accuser with the Accus'd,—
To prove the Treasons urg'd against the Throne;—
Or show the Sycophants that set 'em on:
So shall the Soveraign pow'r unclouded sway.
When such Court Devils, shun the glorious Ray,
And drive like Foggs, before the rising Day,

Exeunt.