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ACT YE V.

[Scene I.]

The Scene Bactria.
Enter Juliana, Polynice, and Governess.
Jul.
Whoever saw such dreadfull sights as these?
Can nought the Angry Deitys appease?

Poly.
Ah, Noe! their own Great Altars they don't spare,
Nor will they hearken to our wretched prayer.
The Sibill's now fulfill'd. Wee must expire,
And all our world must perish in this fire.
Block'd up by fate wee stand, and can't retire.
Soe shipwrack'd men, when on ye rocks they stand,
With wretched looks they veiw ye distant land,
Seeing their fate come rolling all around,
And that noe place of harbour can bee found,
Curse their ill stars, and with their dropping eyes,
Hasten on their fate, which they now despise.

Jul.
Ill Manner'd Pow'rs! who dare soe soon deface
Such stately Fabricks, doe destroy this place,
Where your own Father Gods have Reign'd.

Poly.
Ah! don't let us at ye great gods repine!
Nor our last breath with murmurings resign.
Who knows but Heav'n at last may pity show?

Jul.
It comes soe late, I care not for it now.
My love is lost. You'le that secured see,
And what worth life will then bee left for mee?

Poly.
I thought such proofs of that I'de giv'n to you
That mee again you'd never think untrue.
Why should this Jealousy return again?
The curse of life, and an eternall pain!
Of all ye plagues with which wee now are curst,
Jealousey! Jealousey is far ye worst!
But oh my Father! Come, let's goe and see
If wee can help him in his Misery.
If not, his fate wee'l all alike partake
Nor in his grave will wee him forsake. [Exeunt.


Enter High Preist in's Robes.
H. P.
All's gon! Undone! noe mercy from above!
The blood of infants torn from their mothers womb
I offer'd uppon ye blackest Altar
(Where I never offer'd yet in vain),
But now noe relenting god appear'd.
For ye soft Musick which came charming down,
And ye still voice of the Answering God,
Came Thunder, usher'd in with Flashes
Which outshin'd ye day, and made ye Morning pale.
Such Prodigys aged Time ne're saw
Nor History ever left recorded.
I had a spirit once would tell mee
What ye Gods above design'd to doe.
I'le try to raise him.

[Hee makes a Circle and goes in ye middle of it. After some muttering ye spirit Ariell descends.
Ar.
What makes you, holy Father, send for mee?

H. P.
To Know ye Intention of ye Gods.

Ar.
Hear then—
For I am commission'd to tell you all.
Your King who once was Heavens Care,
Whom I have guarded in greatest danger,
Who never ask'd for any thing, but had it,—
Nay, such power to him was given
That even us hee did equally command,—
Grew to that height of Pride, to think himself a god,
And dar'd Heaven with all sorts of Crimes,
For which hee now must suffer.
Nothing can stop it. 'Tis too late to Ask.
Therefore submit, and wait ye event.

H. P.
Will his offspring too bee all destroy'd?

Ar.
All but ye Youngest shall this night bee slain,
Who with Phylander shall for ever Reign.
But Hark—I'me called away. [Flys up again.


H. P.
I thank you, Gods! that something will bee left,
That after all these storms you've promis'd peace.
Now to my Cell I will again return
And in deep silence these distractions mourn. [Exit.


Enter Daemolgoron.
Daem.
If ye gods change, I am for ever lost.
Therefore, for fear they should relent
And soften at his Forc'd tears,
I'le act myself what they intended.
Who waits there?
Enter Waiter.
Call ye Captain of ye first Guard? [Exit Waiter.

If I don't kill my Father, I must fall with him,
And if I doe, perhaps I may escape ye blow.
For to destroy him, Heaven is resolv'd.
Therefore, if I put too my helping hand,
'Tis not only in mee self preservation,
But for ought I know the gods may allow on't.
However, I'le run ye Risque.
Enter Cp t of ye Guard.
Come hither!
You see how fair our fortune stands.
Wee're come in veiw of all our hopes.
The weighty buisnes then, which you're to doe,
Is to secure the soldiers to mee,
And if my Father in ye scuffle falls,
To bee sure say hee was murder'd by the Gods.

Capt.
This Business, Sir, I've done unto your hand
And the oath of secrecy to all I've given.
Hast then and lead them on to Victory,
Whilst they are warm, and youthfull heat remains.
Let not this bless'd opportunity bee lost.
What will today, tomorrow may bee crost.

Daem.
When Empire's stak'd, who in his course would stay
For Golden Balls, or wander in his way?
This Night I will bee crown'd, or fall.
Therefore prepare, and with the souldiers wait
At ye Old Pallace, or ye Royall Gate.

Capt.
I will, Sir. [Exeunt.


Enter Phylander.
Phy.
Such a night was never yet beheld
And universal Ruine sure must follow.
Let every King, by this, fair warning take
How hee ye Laws of Justice does forsake.
But oh, my Love! if that ye gods doe safe,
I'me rich enough and ask noe more.
I'le pardon all the indignitys I've suffer'd
Nor murmur at ye want of Common Providence.
With hast I will then to ye Pallace fly
And with my Polynice I'le live or dy. [Exit.


The stage darkens. Ariell descends. It thunders and lightens while hee is descending. Hee waves his wand and speaks.
Ar.
Ascend, ascend, black offspring of the Night
And in full shape appear to human sight.
Severall infernall spirits arise.
Hast, hast away, and at ye Pallace wait.
I'le call my Master, and bee with you streight.

[Hee ascends, and the spirits descend.

[Scene II.]

The Scene changes to ye Royall Pallace.
King Zoroastres appears seated on his throne. He speaks to his guard.
Zor.
Goe, bring my Rebell son; him fetter'd bring,
For hee shall share the fortune of his King.
Hee was Prisoner made, when hee attempted mee.

The Guard bring Daemolgoron in, chain'd, and place him by his Father.
Severall claps of thunder, and Lightning. Streams of fire cross ye stage.
Zor.
Soe now I'me ready, and prepar'd for fate,
And thank ye gods, that I doe dye in state.

Severall Furys and spirits arise, and dance round ye throne, shaking their torches at him, and singing.
Song.


Cho.
The Gods you doe see are greater than you,
And can when they please, a Monark subdue.

Song.

Cho.
Then, Monark, rise up, And bee not uncivill.
You are not ye first has gon to ye Devill.
(Spoken)
Hail, Mighty Gods! now open all your store
And on this Tyrant all your Thunder poure.
See, see, it comes. There push him, sink him down.
Soe! now let's away, for ye buisness is done.

[They all descend, pulling ye King down with them, ye Heavens Raining fire uppon them, and all ye while they are singing, severall spirits fly cross.

[Scene III.]

The Scaen a Grove.
Enter Oroandes.
Oro.
I'me now well satisfy'd with ye Powers Above,
Who all our Actions see here below
With even hand, and ye just ballance hold
To punish vice, and reward vertue.
Pardon mee then, o Mighty God of Love!
And take this Vultur from my growing heart,
That I once more may sweep the dusty Feild
And bee my self.

To him Trivia with her hair all loose.
Tri.
Who are you that are now alive
And can outlive ye Ruines of your Countrey?
Did you not see ye storm, that bloudy storm
Which wash'd ye Royall Family away?
I think you are ye Prince Oroandes.
If you bee, hearken to my wofull story.
Juliana was once my Mistress, and once yours,
But that is Nothing, for she is noe more.
After she'd seen her wretched Father fall,
Whom ye gods burnt alive with Flames,
And her dear Brother perish by his side,
She cry'd, “It is enough, yee Gods! I come,”
And with a more than masculine courage
She leap'd into her funerall Pile.
But I have done. Adeiw, and must goe forward.

[Exit.
Oro.
This but confirms my former Resolution
Of Travelling over all the world
Till my tyr'd soul, weary of uneasy life,
Withdraws into Natures darkest Room,
For Polynice, I'me sure, will ne're mee take,
Nor her Phylander will she e're forsake,
And Nothing else shall bribe mee for to live.
Hence then to Camps, and Bloudy feilds I'le goe,
Where Death does Reign, and all Mankind's my Foe.

[Exit.

[Scene IV.]

The Scene changes to a Temple.
Enter Phylander, Polynice, and High Preist.
Poly.
Nay, never Argue that, Most holy Father.
The Gods forgot when they left mee here behind.
But sure they expected I should Follow:
Nature asks this.

Phy.
Madam, if you to perish are resolv'd,
And satiate ye Gods with your diviner bloud,
Let mee goe first, And tell 'em you are Coming.
But why should Virtue leave the world Again?
When you are gone, noe Footstep will remain.

Poly.
Nay, my dear Prince, for I must call you soe,
I'le never stay behind when you doe goe.

H. P.
Come, come. You both must live, and happy live,
For all your Faults, ye Gods, I'me sure, forgive.

Poly.
My Father, Brother, Sister, all are gone
To their eternall, everlasting Home.
Oh, that I live to speak it!
Noe—Let mee goe, but stay, Phylander, here.
I charge you live, and all my crowns to wear.

Phy.
Without you, Madam, I'le no sceptre take,
But all ye glorys willingly forsake.

H. P.
Stay, glorious pair, I'le ask ye gods.
Descend, Bright Ariel, from Above
And tell us what ye gods Approve;
If they would have those Princes live
Or if they will not them forgive.
Descend! Descend!

After soft musick Ariell descends, clad all in white, and speaks.
Ar.
Hail, Mighty Princes! Hail, most Happy Pair!
The Gods are willing, and delight to spare.
Forget what's past, and think of it noe more.
Your Royall scepters they again restore,
And you, High Preist, by a Command above
Are to join those in strictest bonds of love.
These Kingdoms then in peace shall still remain
And none bee troubled with such wars Again. [Flys up.


Phy.
Inlarge my soul, ye gods, and make it fit
To receive soe vast a gift as this.

H. P.
Happy's this day. Our troubles now are ended.
I'le write it down in leaves of hardest Brass,
But keep it Annually for ever.
Hail then, Great Princes! I'le goe before
And prepare all things for soe great a Ceremony.

Poly.
Come then, Great Prince; and I thank ye gods
They think mee a reward sufficient for your virtue.
With Crowns and Scepters willingly I part
Since I doe Reign in my Phylanders Heart.

Phy.
Now I may truly say I happy am,
And before death—
Goe, thou most Holy Father, lead the way,
For this shall bee my coronation day.