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ACT III.

SCENE I.

Scene a Room, Chairs in it, the Hangings and Figures Grotesk.
Enter Maximinian.
Max.
What powerful Star shin'd at this Man's Nativity,
And blest his homely Cradle with full Glory?
What Throngs of People press and buz about him,
And with their humming Flatteries sing him Cæsar?
How the fierce-minded Soldier bows before him?
Charinus sues, the Emperor intreats him;
And his bright charming Sister doats on him:
All worship him; yet I'm still Maximinian:
What have I got by this? I have gone as far
To wooe this purblind Honour, as he has;
And done as much, run thro' as many Perils:
Only the Executioner of Aper,
(Which I mistook) has made him Emperor,
And me his Slave.

Enter Delphia and Drusilla.
Del.
Stand still, he cannot see us, till I please.
This Discontentment I have forc'd into him,
For thy Cause, my Drusilla.

Max.
Can the Gods see this?
See it with Justice, and confer their Blessings
On him, that never flung one Grain of Incense
Upon their Altars, never bow'd his Knee yet?
And I, that have march'd Foot by Foot, struck equally,
Contemning his base, covetous—

Del.
Now we'll appear.

Max.
Bless me, ye Gods! And with all Reverence—

[Kneels.
Del.
Stand up, my Son;
And wonder not at thy ungrateful Uncle:
I know thy Thoughts, and I appear to ease 'em.

Max.
Oh Mother! did I stand the tenth part to you
Engag'd and fetter'd, as my Uncle does,
How would I serve, how would I fall before you?
How worship and adore you?

Del.
Peace, and flatter not;
Necessity and Anger draws this from you,
Of both which I forgive you. For your Uncle,
'Twas I foretold this Honour, it fell on him,
Fell to his full Content. He has forgot me,
For all my Care, forgot me, and his Vow too;
And I have forgot him; let him stand fast now.
Come hither: My Care shall be for you.

Max.
Oh blessed Mother!

[She charms him.
Del.
Stand still, and let me work. So now, Maximinian,
Go and appear in Court, and eye Aurelia;
Stand in her Vew, make your Addresses to her;
Prepare some Musick, and then shew your self,
And mark the Consequence: I'll say no more,
But Fortune is your Servant; go, and be happy.

Max.
I know all this is holy Truth.

Del.
Believe, and prosper.

[Exit Maximinian.
Dru.
Yet all this cures not me:
You had full as much Belief from Dioclesian.

Enter Geta, Lictors, and Suitors with Petitions.
Del.
Be not dejected, I have warn'd you often;
The proudest Thoughts he has, I'll humble. Who's this?
O, 'tis the Fool, and Knave, grown a grave Officer:
He's hot with high Preferment.

Get.
What's your Bill? For Gravel for the Appian Way,
And Pills. Is the Way Rheumatick?

1 Suit.
'Tis Piles, an't please your Worship.

Get.
Remove me those Piles to Port Esqueline,
'Tis fitter for the Place. You shall be paid.

1 Suit.
I thank your Honour.

Get.
Thank me when you have it;
Thank me another way, you you are an Ass else.
I know my Office. Lord, how these Fellows throng!
That Knave has eaten Garlick; whip him, and bring him back.

2 Suit.
I beseech your Worship;
Here's an old Reck'ning for the Dung and Dirt, Sir.

Get.
It stinks like thee; away. Yet let him tarry.
Let's see your Bill: Give your Petitions
In seemly sort, and keep your Caps off decently.
For scowring the Water-courses thro' the City?
A fine Periphrasis for a Kennel-raker.
Did you scowr all, my Friend? You had some Business.
Who shall scowr you? You're to be paid, I take it,
When Surgeons swear you have perform'd your Office.

3 Suit.
Your Worship's merry.

Get.
We must be sometimes witty,
To nick a Knave; 'tis useful to our Gravity.
I'll take no more Petitions; I am pester'd;
Give me some Rest?

3 Suit.
I have brought the Gold (an't please ye)
About the Place you promis'd.

Get.
See him enter'd. How does your Daughter?

3 Suit.
The better for your Worship.

Get.
This is too little: But let me see your Daughter;
'Tis a good forward Girl. I'll take no more Petitions.

Lic.
You see the Edile's busie.

Get.
Look to your Places, or I'll make you smoak else.
I drank a Cup of Wine at your House yesterday,
It was smart Wine, my Friend.

Lic.
Send him the Piece; he likes it.

Get.
And eat the best Wild Boar at that same Farmer's.

2 Suit.
I have half left yet; your Worship shall command it

Get.
A Bit will serve. Give me some rest. Gods help me
How shall I labour when I am a Senator?

Del.
'Tis a fit Place indeed. Save you, Sir.
Does not your Worship know us?

Get.
These Women are so troublesom.
There be Houses providing for such wretched Creatures,
Houses of small Rents, to set old Wives a spinning.

Dru.
We are no Spinsters, Sir, nor, if you look on us,
So wretched as you take us.

Del.
Does your Mightiness
(For that's a great Destroyer of the Memory)
Yet understand our Faces?

Get.
Prethee keep off, Woman.
It is not fit I should know every Creature.
What tho' I was familiar heretofore?
I must not know thee now: my Place neglects thee;
Yet 'cause I have a glimps of your remembrance,
Give me your Sutes, and wait me a Month hence.

Del.
Our Suites (Sir) are, to see the Emperor,
The Emperor Dioclesian, to speak with him;
And not to wait on you. We have told you all Sir.

Get.
I laugh at your simplicity, poor Women.
To see the Emperor; you are deceiv'd now;
The Emperor appears but once in seven Years,
And then he shines not on such Weeds as you are.
Yet now I think on't; wait in that Room of State,
Perhaps he may come forth. All leave me but my Officers.

Del.
I thank you, Sir;
[Ex. Suit.
Come my Drusilla, we shall see him there.

[Ex. Del. Drus.
Get.
I am too merciful, I find it Friends;
Of too soft a nature for an Officer;
I bear too much remorse.

Lic.
'Tis your own fault, Sir:
For look ye, one so newly warm in Office,
Should lay about him blindfold, like true Justice;
Hit where it will: the more you Whip and Hang Sir,
(Tho' without cause, let that shew it self afterward)
The more you are admir'd, and fear'd, Sir.

Get.
I think it should be so.

Lic.
Your Country-men are by nature Cholerick,
And prone to Anger.

Get.
Nay, I can be Angry;
And the best is, I need shew no reason for't.

Lic,
You need not, Sir, your Place is without reason;
And what you want in Learning, and in Judgment,
Make up with Rule, and Rigor.

Get.
A rare Counsellor!
Instruct me further. Is it fit, my Friend,
The Emperor, my Master Dioclesian,
Should now remember, or the Times, or Manners,
Call'd him, plain, down-right Diocles?

Lic.
He must not; it stands not with his Royalty.

Get.
I grant ye.
I being then the Edile Gestianus,
A Man of Place, and Judge; is it held requisite
I should commit to my consideration,
Those Rascals of remov'd, and ragged Fortunes,
Who with unreverend Mouths, call'd me Slave Geta?

Lic.
You must forget their Names; your Honour bids you.

Get.
I will forget 'em, but I'll hang their Natures.
I will ascend my Place, which is of Justice;
And Mercy I forget thee.

Lic.
A rare Magistrate! another Solon sure.

Get.
An Hour hence I'll sit in State, in this Place,
And then, hang all are brought before me.

[Exeunt.
A Curtain falls representing the entrance into the inner part of a Magnificent Pallace. A noble Arch; behind it two Embroider'd Curtains, part of the first ty'd up on either side, the farther Curtain hanging down. Figures of Diana, on each side of the Arch standing on large Pedestalls.
Enter Diocles.
Dio.
How am I cross't, and tortur'd?
My most wisht Happiness, my lovely Mistriss,
Who must compleat my Hopes, and link my Greatness,
Yet severed from my Arms? Tell me, high Heaven,
How have I sinned, that you should speak in Thunder?
In horrid Thunder, when my Heart was ready
To leap into her Breast, the Priest was ready,
The fair Aurelia ready. You gave the honour,
And ere you gave it full, could you destroy it?
Enter Delphia, and Drusilla.
Or was there some dire Star? some Devil that did it?
Some sad malignant Angel to my honour?
With you, I dare not rage.

Del.
With me thou canst not,
Tho' it was I; nay look not pale, and frighted;
I'll fright you more: with me thou canst not quarrel.
I rais'd the Thunder to rebuke thy falshood.
Look here, to her thy falshood. Now be angry,
And be as great in Evil, as in Empire.

Dio.
Bless me ye Powers!

Del.
True, thou hast need of Blessing.
'Twas I that at thy great Inauguration,
Hung in the Air unseen. 'Twas I that honour'd thee
With various Musick, and sweet sounding Airs.
But why did I all this? To keep thy Honesty,
Thy Vow, and Faith; that once forgot, and slighted,
All other Blessings leave you; nay Aurelia
(Unless thou soon repent) shall scorn, and hate thee.

Drus.
Yet consider,
As you are Noble, as I have deserv'd ye;
For yet you are free. If neither Faith, nor Promise,
Nor Deeds of former times may be remembred;
Let these new dropping Tears, for I still love you,
These Hands held up to Heaven.—

Dio.
I can pitty you, but that is all; I'll not dissemble with you,
I must not offer more, 'twere most unwise in me.

Del.
How? were it not wise?

Dio.
Nor honorable,
A Princess is my Love, she dotes on me;
A fair, and lovely Princess is my Mistriss.
I am an Emperor: consider Prophetess,
I am now for Queens, for none but Divine Beauties;
To look so low as this cheap common sweetness,
Would speak me mean still, and my Glories nothing.
I grant I made a Vow; what was I then?
As she is now, of no note, (Hope made me Promise,)
But as I am, to keep this Vow were monstrous,
A madness, and a low inglorious fondness.

Del.
Take heed, proud Man.

Drus.
Princes may love with Titles,
But I with Truth.

Del.
Take heed: here stands thy Destiny.
Thy Fate depends on her.

Dio.
Thou doating Sorceress;
Would'st have me love this thing? that is not worthy
To wait upon my Saint, to be her Shadow.
A Princess is her slave; when she appears
Bows her beck. The mighty Persia's Daughter
(Bright as the breaking East, as mid-day Glorious)
Waits her commands, is proud to serve her Pleasures.
Some honorable Match I will provide for her,
That shall advance you both; mean time I'll smile on you.

[Exit.
Del.
Mean time I'll haunt you. Cry not Child, be confident.
'Ere long thou shalt more pitty him, (observe me)
And pitty him in truth, than now thou seekst him.
My Art shall fail me else; come, no more weeping.

[Exeunt.
Scene the former Chamber, hung with Grotesk-Work.
Enter Geta, and Lictors.
Get.
Set me my Chair.
And now I'll put on a Face of Authority.
A Whipping, Torturing, Hanging Face; 'tis well.
Now, bring in the Offenders.

1 Lic.
There are none yet, Sir, but no doubt there will be.

Get.
How? am I ready? and my Anger too?
The fury of a Magistrate upon me,
And no Offenders to execute my Rage on?
Ha! no Offenders Knaves?

1 Lic.
There are Knaves indeed, Sir;
We hope shortly to have 'em for your Worship.

Get.
No Man to Hang, or Whip? are you good Officers,
To provide no Fuel for a Judges Fury?
In this Place, something must be done. This Chair
When I sit down, must savour of severity:
Therefore I warn ye all, bring me leud People,
Or likely to be leud; Twigs must be cropt too.
Let me have Evil Persons in abundance,
Or make 'em Evil, 'tis all one; do but say so,
That I may have fit matter for a Magistrate,
Then let me work. If I sit idle once more,
And lose my longing; as I am true Edile,
And as I hope to rectifie my Country,
You are the Scabs I'll scratch from the Common-Wealth;
You are those Rascals of the State I'll punish,
And you shall find, and feel it.

1 Lic.
You shall have many, many notorious People.

Get.
Let 'em be People,
And keep notorious to your selves. Mark me Lictors,
If I be angry; as my Place will ask it:
And want fit matter to execute my Authority on:
I'll hang a hundred of you. I'll not stay
To inquire further into your Offences.
It is sufficient that I find no Criminals,
And therefore I must make some; let that suffice.
For so runs my Commission.

Enter Delphia, and Drusilla.
Get.
What are these?

Del.
You must not mourn still; some recreation
To allay this sadness, must be sought. What's here?
Some senceless People Worshipping a Sign in Office.

Get.
Lay hold on her, and hold her fast;
She'll slip thro' your Fingers like an Eel else;
I know her Tricks. Hold her, I say, and bind her.
Or hang her first, and then I'll tell you wherefore.

Del.
What have I done?

Get.
Thou hast done enough to undo thee.
Thou hast press'd to the Emperor's presence without my Warrant,
I being his Key, and Image.

Del.
You are, indeed, an Image;
And of the coursest Stuff, and the worst making,
That 'ere I lookt on yet.
I'll make as good an Image of an Ass.

Get.
Besides, thou art a Woman of a leud life.

Del.
I am no Whore, Sir, nor no common fame
Has 'ere proclaim'd me vitious to the People.

Get.
Thou art to me, a damnable leud Woman,
Which is as strong a proof as if Forty swore it.
I know thou art a keeper of tame Devils,
And whereas great and grave Men of my Place,
Can by the Law be allow'd but one a piece
For their own Services and Recreation,
Thou, like a Traiterous Quean, keep'st twenty Devils,
Twenty in Ordinary.

Del.
Pray, Sir, be pacified,
If that be all; and if you want a Servant,
You shall have one of mine shall serve for nothing;
A faithful, diligent, and a wise Devil.
For what use do you want one?

Get.
Let her go.
We men of business must use speedy Servants.
Let me see all your Family.

Del.
You shall; I have Devils of all kinds ready for you.

Get.
Let me see; a Devil for Intelligence? No, no,
He will lye beyond all Travellers. A State Devil?
Neither; he'll out-do me at my own Weapon.
An Evidencing Devil? he'll out-swear me,
And turn my Plots upon my self, An impudent Devil?
That can out-face a Judge upon the Bench.
He may hang others, then he may hang me.
A holy Devil? one that can out-do
The High-Priest in Hipocrisie. That's dangerous:
He'll broach some new Religion; and we are
Already over-stockt with seeming Saints;
Or over-zealous mad men, that are as bad.
A Devil that can speak all Languages:
To entertain Embassadors in their own Tongues,
Or else some pleasant Airie, Dancing Devils,
To treat the Ladies with, who visit me.
Those would do well.

Del.
It shall be done.
Sit there; and if you love your own Life, stir not.
'Ill give you a taste of my Art immediately.
You see those Antick Figures in the Hangings.

Get.
Yes, very well.

Del.
They are all Spirits; all at my command.
My Servants all, and they shall entertain you;
Come forth, and Dance before this mighty Edile.
Come forth, and leave your Shaddows in your places.

The Figures come out of the Hangings and Dance: And Figures exactly the same appear in their places: When they have danc'd a while, they go to sit on the Chairs, they slip from 'em, and after joyn in the Dance with 'em.
Get.
Shall these Devils be at my command?

Del.
They shall be more obedient than your slaves.
You shall have other Spirits if you please,
Shall take you up, and bear you thro' the Air;
Hurricania, appear; and take him up.

Get.
O deliver me! deliver me!

[Get. runs off, the Lictors follow him.
Del.
So; I have frighted him sufficiently,
He'll trouble us no more. Come my Drusilla,
Th'Embassadors of Persia are now
With th'Emperor Charinus and Aurelia,
Demanding freedom for their Master's Sister,
The fair Cassana, whom the haughty Princess
Shall still retain, and send th'Embassadors
In discontent away. Come, do not grieve,
Thou soon shalt see this proud ingrateful man,
So miserable, thou shalt pitty him.

[Exeunt.
Scene a Magnificent Pallace.
Enter Charinus, Aurelia, Cassana, Ambassadors, and Attendants.
Aur.
Never dispute with me, you shall not have her;
Nor name the greatness of your King, I despise him.
Your Knees move nothing; should your Master bow thus,
It were his Duty, and my Power should scorn him.

Cha.
She is her Woman (never sue to me)
And in her Power to render her, or keep her.
She is my Sister, not to be compell'd,
Nor have her own snatcht from her.

Amb.
We only beg her,
To name what Ransom she will please to think of,
Jewels, or Towns, or Provinces.

Aur.
No Ransom,
No not your Kings own Head, his Crown upon it,
And all the low submissions of his People.

Amb.
Fair Princess's, ought to have tender thoughts.

Aur.
Is shee too good,
To wait upon the mighty Emperor's Sister?
What Princess of that Sweetness, or that Excellence?
Sprung from the proudest, and the mightiest Monarchs,
But may be highly blest, to be my Servant?

Cas.
'Tis most true, mighty Princess.

Aur.
Has my fair usage
Made you so much despise me, and my Fortune,
That you grow weary of my Entertainments?
Henceforward, as you are I will command you;
And as you were ordain'd my Prisoner,
My Slave, and one I may dispose of any way,
No more my fair Companion: tell your King so.
I'll use her as I please, and that's your Answer.

Amb.
Our Master with a mighty Army's near;
I know he'll venture all to free his Sister;
[Aside.
You are the cause then of the War: for since
Entreaty can't prevail, force must compel.
[Ex. Amb.

Musick and a SONG.
Enter Maximinian, he stands gazing on the Princess all the time of the Song.

Max.
Now, if thou be'st a Prophetess, and canst do
Things of that wonder that thy Tongue delivers,
Canst raise me too, now shew thy mighty Pow'r.
How she eyes me?
How sweet, how fair, and lovely she appears?
Her Eyes, like bright Noon-beams, shoot thorow me.

Aur.
Oh my dear Friend, where have you been?

Max.
Where am I?
Who does she take me for? Work still, work strongly.

Aur.
Why have you fled my Love, and my Embraces?

Max.
Is this real? I dare not trust my Senses.

Aur.
Can a Clap of Thunder,
The Cause being as common as the Noise is,
Strike Terror to a Soldier's Heart? a Monarch's?
Thro' all the Fires of angry Heaven, thro' Tempests,
That sing of nothing but Destruction,
Even underneath the Bolt of Jove, then ready,
And aiming dreadfully, I would seek you,
And fly into your Arms.

Max.
I shall be mighty!

Cha.
Fie, Sister, fie:
What a forgetful Weakness is this in you?
What a light Carriage? These are Words and Offers
Due only to your Husband Dioclesian.

Aur.
'Tis strange,
That only empty Names compel Affections.
This Man you see, give what Name or Title,
Let it be ne'er so mean, ne'er so despis'd; Brother,
This lovely Man—

Max.
Tho' I be hang'd, I'll on.

Aur.
This sweet young Man—

Max.
Oh Prophetess! Incomparable Woman!

Aur.
This Man, I say,
Let him be what he will, or bear what Fortune,
This most unequal'd Man, deserves the Bed of Juno.

Cha.
You are not mad?

Max.
I hope she is; I am sure I am little better.
Enter Diocles
My Uncle comes. Now if she's firm, I am happy.

Cha.
For Honours sake, be careful.

Dio.
Oh my fair Mistris!

Aur.
What Man is this? Away; What sawcy Fellow?
How came this base mean Creature to my Presence?

Dio.
Have you forgot me, Fair? Or do you jest with me?
I'll tell you how I came; pray look more kindly.
Nothing but Frowns and Scorns!

Aur.
Who is this Fellow?

Dio.
I'll tell you who: I am your Husband, Madam.

Aur.
Husband to me?

Dio.
Yes, to you, Madam: I am Dioclesian.

Max.
More of this sport, and I am made. Oh Mother!
Compleat what is begun.

Dio.
I am he, Madam,
Reveng'd your Brother's Death, slew cruel Aper.
I am he the Soldier courts, the Emperor honours,
Your Brother loves. I am he (my beauteous Mistris)
Will make you Empress of the World.

Aur.
'Tis false, thou art not he: Thou that brave Man!

Cha.
Is there no Shame, no Modesty in Woman?

Aur.
Thou one of his high Rank!

Dio.
Good Gods! What ails she?

Aur.
Generous, and Noble! Fie, thou art no such Person.
Thou art a poor Dalmatian Slave, a low thing,
Not worth the Name of Roman. Stand off, further.

Dio.
What can this mean?

Aur.
Come hither, my Endymion;
Come shew thy self, and bless all Eyes look on you.

Dio.
Ha! What is this?

Aur.
Thou fair Star that I live by,
Look lovely on me, break into full Brightness.
Here is a Face now of another making,
Another Mould; here's a Divine Proportion;
Eyes fit for Phœbus self to gild the World with.
Look there, and wonder. Now behold that Fellow,
That admirable Face, cut with an Ax out.

Dio.
And do you speak this truly?

Cha.
She's mad, and you must pardon her.

Dio.
By Heaven, she hangs on him!

Cha.
Be not disturb'd, Sir; 'tis but the Fondness of her Fit.

Dio.
I am fool'd; and if I suffer this—

Cha.
Pray be pacifi'd; this Fit will soon be off.
Let her go, Sir; a little Rest will bring her to her self.

Dio.
You, Sir,

[Exit Aurelia.
Max.
Well, Sir.

Dio.
Base as thou art, how durst you touch that Lady?

Max.
I am your Kinsman, Sir; no such base Fellow:
I sought her not, nor had I any reason
To thrust a Princess from me; 'twas no Manners.
What she bestow'd was Courtesie, and I thank her.

Dio.
Villain, be gone.

Max.
I will, and I will go with Glory off,
And magnifie my Fate.
[Exit Maximinian.

Dio.
Good Sir, leave me; I am a Trouble to my self now.

Cha.
I am sorry for't, and hope
You'll find it but a Womans Fit to try you.

Dio.
It may be so.
Into what misery has Fortune brought me,
[Exit Charinus.
And how long must I suffer? Poor humble Beings,
Tho' they know Want and Hunger, know not these,
Know not these killing Fates: A little serves 'em,
And with that little they're content. O Honour!
How greedily Men seek thee! and once purchas'd,
How many Enemies to Man's Peace bring'st thou?
Enter Delphia and Drusilla.
When I presum'd I was blest with this fair Woman,

Del.
Behold him now, and tell me how thou lik'st him.

Dio.
When all my Hopes were up, and Fortune shew'd me
To all the World, the Greatest, Happiest Monarch;
Then to be cozen'd, to be cheated basely,
By my own Kinsman too! I'll kill the Villain.
But can I kill her Hate too? No, he wooes not;
She seeks him. Shall I kill an Innocent?
Oh Fortune!
Could'st thou find none to fool, and blow like Bladders,
But Kings, and their Contents?

Del.
What think you now, Girl?

Dru.
Upon my Life, I pity his misfortune.
See how he weeps! I cannot hold my Tears now.

Del.
Away, Fool;
He must weep bloody Tears before thou hast him.
How fare you now, brave Dioclesian?
For shame! tyr'd with your Love? Has too much Pleasure
Dull'd your mighty Faculties?

Dio.
Art thou there,
More to torment me? Dost thou come to mock me?

Del.
I do, I come to laugh at all thy Sufferings;
I who have wrought 'em, come to scorn thy Sorrows.
I told thee once, this is thy Fate, this Woman;
And as thou usest her, so thou shalt prosper.
It is not in thy power to turn this Destiny,
Nor stop the Torrent of thy Miseries.
Thou who didst think no Power could cross thy Pleasure,
Shalt find a Fate above thee.

Dru.
Good Aunt, speak mildly; behold how pitiful he looks.

Dio.
I find, and feel too, that I am miserable.

Del.
Thou art, most miserable.

Dio.
And didst thou work this Mischief?

Del.
I did, and will pursue it.

Dio.
O stay, and have some pity: Fair Drusilla,
Thou that hast lov'd me, let me beg of thee,
I know my Suit must seem unjust to thee,
To make thy Love the means to lose it self:
Yet, Oh! have pity on me.

Dru.
I will have pity.

Del.
Peace, Child; this Softness may become thy Love,
But not my Anger: The same Kindness he shews thee,
The same Aurelia shall shew him, no farther;
Nor shall the Wealth of all his Empire change this.

Dio.
I must speak fair. Lovely young Maid, forgive me;
Look gently on my Sorows; you can grieve too,
I see it in your Eyes; and thus I thank you.

[Kneels.
Dru.
Oh Aunt! now I am blest!

Dio.
Be not both young and cruel. Kneeling I beg it still.

Dru.
Rise, Sir, I grant it. Now, Aunt, he is my own.

Enter Aurelia.
Del.
Thou art deceiv'd; not yet, Girl.

Aur.
Oh my dear Lord! how have I wrong'd your Patience?
How wandred from the Truth of my Affections?
How like a wanton Fool, shunn'd that I lov'd most?
But you are full of Goodness to forgive, Sir,
As I of Grief to beg, and Shame to take it.
Sure I was not my self; some Dream wrought on me,
Or strange Illusion: Can you pardon it?

Dio.
All my Delight!
My Life! I with more pleasure take thee,
Than if there had been no such Dream; for certain,
It was no more.

Aur.
Now you have forgiven me,
I'll take my leave. The good Gods bless such Goodness.
[Ex. Au.

Del.
You see how Kindness prospers. Be so just
To marry my Drusilla; see then what Joys,
What Pleasures, greater than this Lady can bestow,
Shall always wait on you.

Dio.
I'll die a Dog first.
Now I am reconcil'd, I will enjoy her,
In spite of all thy Spirits, and thy Witchcrafts.

Del.
Thou shalt not, Fool.

Dio.
I will, old doating Devil.
Look thou appear no more to cross my Pleasures:
And wert thou any thing but Air and Spirit,
My Sword should end the Difference.
[Exit Diocles.

Del.
I contemn thy Threats. Come, look up, Girl:
The Persians shall lay an Ambush for 'em,
And they shall fall into the Net, they shall.
If he repent not soon, I have a Spell
Shall make him feel on Earth the Plagues of Hell.

[Exeunt.