A PASTORALL CALLED THE ARCADIA.
Actus Primus.
Enter Basilius, Philonax and Calander.
Philon.
SIr yet be gracious and heare them pray
That beg not for their owne, but for your safety
And honor of your state which eclipse
In your long darke and melancholly life,
We want you at the helme.
Our duties bind us tell you tis unnaturall
To bury your selfe alive, the people call
For their owne King to governe, the'ile forget
To pray for you if you continue thus
A stranger to em
Cal.
Or if not for them
Which every good king makes his care as being
A steward to provide them all earthly blessings,
[Page]Yet for the other part of you, our Mistris
That sleepes within your boosome, and not made
For such a conversation, returne
And warme your thoughts agen, about which all
Your servants like so many pictures gaze
At one another, but want motion, and take up
Roome ith Chambers of your Court, like Arras
Philon
Have a compassion to our daughters sir
Kill not your hopes in their restraint
Cal.
What cage
Can please the birds Created for skie freedome?
Philon.
How can you see your eldest child
Pamel
[...]
Spend her best part of time with such a rude
And ignorant hinde as the unbred
Dametas?
A Lady of a high and active soule,
Bas.
No more
Philon.
Our duties bids us tell you this.
Bas.
Hast thou forgotten
Philonax, or made a better glosse upon the Oracle?
Should we remaine in Court and let our daughters
Be in the sight of the admiring world
Reade that paper, and be not partiall
Philonax
Philonax reads
Thy eldest Care shall from thy carefull face
By princely meane be stolne and yet not lost
The younger shall with natur
[...]es blisse embrace
An uncoch love, which nature hateth most
Both these themselves unto two such shall wed
That at a Beere, as at a barre shall plead
Why ile thee a living man they have made dead,
In thine owne seate a forralgne state shall sit
And ere that all these blowes thy head shall sit
Thou with thy wife adultery shall commit.
Bas.
Canst blame me now? I should reioyce to see
My daughters happy mothers, but since their
Fate must be ripened with my blood, their pride
Rooted in my grave, and that untimely, tis
[Page]Wisdome to keepe 'em vrigins. I me resolu'd
Enter Gynaecia, Philoclea and Pyrocles.
Cal.
Your queene and Ladies
Bas.
Vanish all discontent, Madam this place
Is emptie of all royall entertainement
Your worth may Challenge, but since fate allowes not
A Courtly life which best may answer your
High birth spirit, let your vertue guide you
To accept of what we tender,
Pyr.
This my Lord
Exceeds all merrit heere, it was the blisse
I aimd at to be acquainted with your goodnesse
I am your humble servant
Bas.
Such a title
Would rather become me, call me so Lady
And stile me above Kings, while I write yours
Philon.
If your grace
Could call him from this life you'd melt the hearts
Of your subjects into prayers for you
Gyne.
I thanke your care but hees mexorable
Cal.
Alas deere princesse can you brooke these grove:
Has not a pallace something more of pleasure?
Phi.
This shall be so to mee while tis n
[...]y fathers,
Cal.
I ha not seene a goodlier person, how
Came she admitted▪
[...] gracious with the king
Phi.
She has a charme to win from all the world
Philon.
I have read the
Amazons discrib'd so
Pyr.
Good my Lord.
Bas.
These lippes had he that robd the dragon of
The golden Apples, but once seene he would
Ha wish'd to ha gatherd fruit heere, and esteemd
The gaine of one sweet kifse reward sufficient
For all his twelve hard labors
Pyr.
Sir your grace
Is pleasantly dispos'd to make my person
The subject of your mirth
Bas
And had those Creatures,
Booke blinded men, that dreame of other worlds
[Page]Tell of
Elizian blessings, know the joyes
Are in your love they would have lost themselves
As I have done in speculation
Pyr.
You make me blush to heare you
Bas.
Theres no action
Dares so affright your blood, to talke, why Lady
There be those men and women great and good
Have found no shame in telling of their loves
Nay in the acting
Pyr.
Give me leave to tell you
You are not modest if I understand you
A King give breath to such foule thoughts,
Your every action should be a starr
To guide your subjects, if you loose your piety
What wickednesse have they not heence for
If the devotion of your service be
To such a friend as Lust (as what name else
Can it deserve) let those whose hearts are lost
In sinne be tempted to dishonor, I
Abhor the thought, pardon me royall sir
I hope these are but trialls, if I thought
There had been such a levity in men
Thus to provoke you
Bas.
Smooth thy brow agen
Or I shall neede no other punishment
Theres death too much in that;
Philocle
[...]
Pyr.
That name sounds all my comfort, and I must
Dispaire to tell her so, I was to blame
To be so peremptorie, would I were agen;
To shape my answer
Bas.
Noble Lady.
Pyr.
Sir
Bas.
That smile has put me out, oh looke thus ever
I was studying a new complement to begg
Thy excuse
Pyr.
If you brought no offence there needes none sir
I must suppose your love, love is noble chaste
Bas.
You will finde that hereafter, oh
Zelmane.
[Page]Would thou couldst tell the meaning of my sighes
Pyr.
You can expresse them.
Bas.
Not I
Pyr.
Choose another to speake them for you
And yet I want an or at or to tell you
What I would say, how ere I seeme
Bas.
Dost blesse me
Pyr.
Theres something wants a tongue, but for your passions
I should not thinke they would carry so much discord
To any virgin care delivered by a woman
There is a Way to meete a gentle audience.
At least not harsh disdaine, did your faire daughter
Philo
[...]lea the volume of all sweetnes
Pleade halfe your suit, altho it borderd on
Something not altogether just, her tongue
Might perchance guide it, but I am confident
Your ends are noble
Bas.
Theres a lightening yet
Of comsort, happiest Lady I will study.
How to be worthy of this grace,
Gyne.
You are expected at the pastoralls
Philon.
We take our leaves my Lord againe beseeching
Your pardon for our bouldnesse to reduce you
To your owne spheare of greatnes
Bas.
Doe you continue
Faithfull to your employments, and deserve of us
And of your Country; come
Zelmane
There are some sports which you must grace
Pyr.
I waite a servant to your commands
Gy.
Come sweete
Zelmane
Pyr.
Come sweetest of thy sex
Phi.
Tis pittie nature.
Made thee not a man, this complement
Would then become you
Exeunt▪
Enter Pamela and Mopsa.
Pam.
Mopsa you are to coy in my opinion
Tho I confesse your beauty may deserve
As much as any;
Dorus tho he be
[Page]Your fathers servant, hee's a hansome shepheard
And not to be dispised.
Mop.
Dispised, cannot a virgin love a young man I pray but she must dispise him.
Pam.
You should then with some smiles encourage him.
Mop.
Smoyles, let me alone to smoile, and something else when we are alone; if I thought he did not love me, I know What I know
Pam.
Alas poore man he cannot sleepe for you he saies,
Mop.
Nay and I were a bed with him he should not sleepe so long as his eyes were open, I'de watch him for that, but doe you thinke my father would let us couple in matrimony as they say, he has never a sonne but I and I am his onely daughter.
Pam.
Make no scruple of that, if you can finde in your heart to love him, in the name of
[...]upid goe together, for ought I perceive your father houlds a good opinion of him, marry I know not how your mother is inclinde
Enter Musidorns.
Mop.
Whoope my mothers a scould
Pam.
Heres your sweete heart▪
Looke you make much of him, poore Gentleman
How love is abie to transport, who could
Expect so rich a guest in that poore dwelling
Oh how ere the windes compell him, or the streame
Into whose troubled waves he has launch'd forth
This way he steeres his love, yet I seeme ignorant.
Mus.
My deerest
Mopsa
Mop.
Deere; I never cost you anything
Mus.
I know not
At what expence of fortunes were I able
I should be willing to make purchase of you
But I'me sure you have already cost my heart
And yet I find yours made of Marble
Which neither pitty nor my prayers can soften,
Sweete Madam pleade for me, one gracious word
From you would make me happie, let one beame
Shoot fro
[...] your eye, and it will strike a spring
Into that frozen peece of earth, and make it
A bower for love to spo
[...] in, 'tis in you
[Page]To unarme her noble heart, there's too much steele
And gentle love in vaine attempts to fasten
The softer blowes.
Pam.
Mopsa take heed, your Shepheard can speake well
And if he be honest
Menalcus brother
And heire, I know no reason why you should
Thinke scorne of him.
Mop.
But for all his queint speeches Ile keepe my honestie
close enough I warrant you
Mus.
Why should you be so cruell, nature made
Your face the onely object of mans wonder
Mop.
Does my face looke like a flapiack?
Mus.
Is't possible there can be a soule so hard
So vnrelenting dwell in that faire body?
If you knew the truth of my affection and with what
Religion it lookes upon your vertues.
'T would teach your eye compassion, gracious princesse
Let the distressed
Dorus gaine this mercy
From you that with the blessednes of your
White hand reaching to
Mopsa this poore toy
Which late I found my love may cherish hope
At last to be accepted
Mop.
Oh fine what's that Madam?
Pam.
You must yet be a little coy to receive it
Mop.
I wonot have it, and he wou
[...]d give it me
Pam.
A rich Iewell the figure of a Crabfish
Mus.
The trew emblem of my loves pace which lookes another way
To that it moves, she cannot but distinguish
Whether I would direct my heart, her eyes
Are fixt upon't, and my poore soule could heere
Star-gaze for ever
Pam.
By force not choyce—all his desire is
Mopsa
Tow in your grace by my presenting it
Mop.
Ile take it for your sake, I wonot thanke him
Mus.
She has no apprehension, with what
A calme and carelesse temper does she give it
Enter Dametas
Dame.
Madam
Pamela, oh are you there, tis well
Pam.
Whats the matter?
Dame.
[Page]
I me out of breath, let me walke my selfe a little
Pam.
What haste does tire you?
Dam.
Tire me, I am no woman, keepe your tires to your selfe
Nor am I
Pericles prince of
Tyre.
Pam
I doe beleeve it, heaven make you an honest subject,
For a wise one, I dispaire to see you.
Dam.
Am I the subject of your talke? But I give you leave to use your tongue, y'are a woman,
Dorus what make you ideling heere? is the field dung'd as I gave Directions, and the Calfe with the white face brought home to execution?
Mus.
I was carefull in my dutie.
Pam.
Beleeve me governor there is much hope of your servant,
Dam.
I, governour becomes you, I like it well when you carry an M vnder your girdle, our govern, he will do pritty well in time, when I have taught him the manners of the Cart, he begins whistle in tune already, and can curry favour with the horses, but now I remember my selfe I forgot what I came hither for, oh dee heare tis the king your fathers pleasure and mine, that you make haste to the lodge.
Pam.
Ile attend
Dam.
There will be gambolls to please my Lady
Salamandor.
Pam.
Zelmane you would say.
Dam.
I care not what you say, but if you meane to heare the Dances and see the fine songs you must make haste;
Dorus you shall have leave to shake your heeles, looke you be mannerly, and shew a cleane calf,
Mopsa whats that you ha got there?
Mop.
A fine thing our man
Dorus game, he saies tis a fish
Dam.
Tis a Codds head ist not, much came how you by this
Mus.
Following the plow I found it.
Dam.
Would all my acres were sowne with such, vmh dores he throw his stones at thee already, well set forward, if thou diest before me
Dorus Ile make some body mine heire; if I out live thee, I wonot say what legacie I meane to bestow upon
[...]hee, Continue thy dutie
Dorus and follow me with a reverence.
Exeunt
Enter Basilius, Gynecia, Pyrocles, Pamela, Philoclea, Mopsa, Musidorus, a Shepheards.
Bas.
Ladies our revells wants the state and glory
[Page]With which the Court delights might charme your senses
Our sceane is naturall but interpret fairely 'twas meant
A cure for times sicke feathers, and your mirth,
Gy.
Virtue will prompt you to
Accept what was intended for your service
Yet 'tis within my wishes to salute you
With other testimony of your welcome.
Pyr.
I kisse your white hand,
Gy.
Every touch conveies a firce spirit through my blood
I shall betray my suffering, and through my eyes
Let out my heart,
Philoclea sit
Phi.
Wilt please you rest your selfe?
Pyr.
Dwell heere for ever
I am now but one degree from heaven,
Phi.
Since you imagine you are so neere, it is no sin
I hope to entreate you staie with us a little, I would
Wish tho to make you blest with too hastie a remove▪
Pyr.
You are all goodnes, oh that I durst but give
Some liberty to my imprisoned thoughts
Gy.
Philoclea you hinder the faire stranger.
Pyr.
Pardon me that am her trouble rather
Bas.
She should want vertue to call you so, but they begin
Dametas is the steward for this dayes mirth I see.
Enter Dametas
And meanes to bring in the first course.
Dam.
Cupid is blind some say but there are lyes
Abroad, for
Cupid never wanted eyes
He is a Deity with bow and arrow
And he can pirce with it the very marrow
And never hurt the bones, ist not a wonder.
That flaming Ice should cut mans heart in sunder,
Enter
Cupid Shepheard Musedo. Mopsa and Miso:
Behold the Dandiprat that liv'dat Court.
But is come hether to make country sport
A wooddy god; but yet a very Coult
Among the maids who feele his furious boult.
Now
Cupid speake thy selfe or while they play
Sing if you please I ha'not more to say.
[Page]
Cupid. Tell me tydings of my mother.
Shepheards, and be
Cupids brother
Downe from heaven we came together
With swanns speede came she not hither?
But what Lady have I spyde.
Iust so was my mother eyde
Such her smiles wherein I dwelt
In those lips have I been felt
Those the pillowes of her brest
Which gave
Cupid so much rest.
'Tis she 'tis she make holyday
Shepheards Carroll Dance and play
'Tis
Venus it can be no other
Cupid now has found his mother
Gy.
This was your poetrie,
Zelmane
You are beholding to him, he would make
You another I see,
Bas.
Gynecia
Gy.
I am silent—
Philoclea is too neere
I am not well'oth sudden, breake off your mirth
Bas.
What ayles
Gynecia?
Gy.
My heart is sicke
Pyr.
Forbid it heaven
Bas.
Retire, come my
Zelmane
Pyr.
I attend
Bas.
Looke to your charge
Dametas
Exeunt.
Pam.
I have a pretious time; will you pace it governor?
Dam.
Trot, amble or gallop Ile runne in your hand Lady.
Exit.
Mop.
Come
Dorus
Mus.
Your humble servant
Exeunt.
Pyr.
Thou art cruell.
To an innocent bosome love, there is no way
Within thy power to save me, oh
Philoclea
Where shall I coole my heart, oh if there be
One shaft can kill, good
Cupid ayme at me.
Exit.
Actus Secundus.
Enter Gynecia and Miso.
Mi.
I warrant you Madam they shall have good lucke if they whisper together in my hearing,
Gy.
Where is
Zelmane?
Miso.
In some of the Arbours, she tooke a Lute abroad with her but I left
Philoclea with her father
Gy.
Prithee be carefull and watch them well good
Miso
Miso.
They shano't scape me, Ile watch their waters narrowlie I warrant you.
Exit.
Gy.
I see through his disguise 'tis so, and love
Hath put this shape on him for
Philoclea,
In what a miserable flame I burne!
Zelmane thou hast stolne.
My vertue from me, I ha'not power to thinke
A harmelesse thought, ha Musique,
Musique. Song Pyrocles sings Enter Pyroclos.
From whence breathes that sound? it is
Zelmane.
Pyr.
What miserable accident brought her?
Gy.
Zelmane
Pyr.
Madam I hope you'l pardon
The trespasse of a rude hand and voyce, I meant not
This for your curious care
Gy.
'Twas harmony
Pyr.
It was no light aire I'me sure
Gy.
Indeede it carried something me thought
Of sorrowes descant, I heard love i'nt too
Who is so happie to deserve a memorie
But in your sigh, come whoe's your servant?
Pyr.
I have no servant.
Gy.
Nay then I see you can dissemble, my husband
Py.
Madam I hope
Gy.
Nay I am so farre from Iealosie I should not
Be angry to see you both a bed together
Pyr.
How Madam
Gy.
Why I can love you too, come thou sha't be my bed-fellow
Pyr.
[Page]
I am not worthy
Gy.
Beleeve me I could take as much delight
In thy imbraces as my husbands, why
Are we so nice to one annother, I
Am a woman, are not you so too?
Why should we not be bould then, I have a mind
To call thee Mistris, Yes and Ile disguise.
My selfe in some queint shape to court thy love:
Pyr.
Disguise
Gy.
Nay do not blush: thou shalt be a man
Pyr.
Your discourse appeares.
Strange to me Madam.
Gy.
As you would to me
And yet you may as easily perceive
Gynecias mindas I distinguish you
Through all your clouds,
Cupid doth dictate rarely.
To those that come to schoole to him, instruct
With hansome shaddowes to deceive the eye
But cannot change my substance, I have a sense
Can looke beyond the superficiall barke
Come y'are transparen't
Pyr.
Madam what dee meane?
Gy.
What meanes
Zelmane to be igonrant
When a Queene pleads for love, my heart will not
Allow more circumstance; doe not question
How you became reveald, but pitty her
Whose boosome is tormented with those fires
Thy smiles the only greater flame can quench.
Pyr.
Pray heaven, you have your perfect senses.
Gy.
Then I must be plainer, and be witnesse love
I am compell'd, be witnesse modesty,
I now must blush for thee more then my selfe,
A man, and be so cruell to a Lady
Zelmane either give consent I shall
be welcome to thee, or I vow by heaven
To tell
Basilius what thou art, I have
Patience to let him court thee as a woman
But when he see's his love abuse his privacie
[Page]And daughters so dishonor'd hadst thou a thousand
Lives they were all forfeited by this
So desperate in trusion, thinke uppon't
A woman I have lost thee, wheither will
Thetempest of my fate inforce my tongue
Yet be thou kinde
Zelmane if thou takst
A glory in my suffering,
Philoclea
Does that name startle you?
Philoclea
My rivall now
Pyr.
Your rivall
Gy.
Come I am familliar with every thought
Your deere saint shall repent it, for this hand
Shall take againe the unluckie life I gave her:
Turne not
Gynecia fury
Pyr.
I am lost
In the same minute I am found, I prithee
Doe not forsake me heart, I never had
More use of thee, great Queene can you forgive?
Gy.
And aske thy pardon, but beleeve me t'was
Your strangenes did compell me to this language
Py.
I never thought that pitty of annother
Could be a reason to betray my selfe
But you have throughly charm'd me, and I must
Deliver up my thoughts, the truth is Madam
I am a man, and if you dare beleeve me
A prince, I must confesse beside
Gynecia
Since I came heither I have had some sprinckling of
I know not what affection to
Philoclea
For how could I imagine such a blessednes
From you, but if you mocke not
Gy.
Ioyes reward your pittie
Oh pardon the over chardg'd
Gynecia
Whose error may be yet made more excusable
By the immortall name of love
Pyr.
This grace is worth more then
Zelmane, and yet I
Have nothing but my selfe to give you for it
A small but free guift, bestow me as you please
Gy.
My soule is narrow to receive this wide blessing.
Pyr.
[Page]
But me must be wise
It were not safe to be observ,'d stand I
Discover'd to none else?
Gy.
To none
Py.
Then know
I want no apprehension of what
True lovers would desire, but your honor is
My owne, if shortly to secure 'em both
You let me study an opportunity
Ile bring your wishes home, and blesse my starrs
That pointed me the glorious fate, we are
Already interrupted
Enter Basilius and Philoclea.
Bas.
Doe this my deere
Philoclea, and leave
My cares to thee, Ile call
Gynecia
Away, and leave you both together, how
Faireth the best
Zelmane?
Pyr.
Still your servant
Bas.
Gynecia.
Pyr.
I cannot rule my eyes they will betray
My cunning to
Gynecia if she goe not
Hence quickly
Phi.
How is it with my vertuous
Amazon?
Gy.
Philoclea
Bas.
Let her alone, they have some busines sweete
Gy.
What busines can they have together?
Bas.
Why art thou troubled, thou would'st be jealous
Of me I see, were I in privat with her,
Come let 'em alone a while
Gy.
Stay you and spare not I would imploy
Philoclea
Bas.
You shall obay me now, I prithee walke
Exeunt.
Phi,
My father sweete
Zelmane to whose command
I owe my life
Pyr.
First let me give my life
Vp to these lips, and take a new one from
This kisse, oh deere
Philoclea containe
All other breath I know thy fathers minde
Already, and must now beseech thy patience
[Page]To a short story which I must deliver
Or dy before thee, if it be within
My desteny to be condem'd by you
At least know whom you sentence; I am
Phi.
What? I feare not well
Pyr.
Cannot your eyes discover me, have I a shrowd
To hide me from
Philoclea? did the kisse
I gave thee last convey no secret to thee?
There was a spirit in my lip assur'd me.
To save the tedious trouble of my language.
I heard it whisper something, did it not?
I would be fraine undone
Phi.
Good heaven forbid
Pyr.
You wonot understand me yet
Philoclea
Then Ile undoe my selfe, I am not what
I seeme
Zelmane; but—
Phi.
What?
P
[...].
A thing not worth the name, if you frowne on me, a man
Phi.
A man, good heaven
[...]
Pyr.
I have tould you all the worst
If it be no offence to name a prince
Whose memory your owne breath oft hath sweeten'd
I dare be call'd
Pyroclos of
Macedon
Transform'd by loving your faire selfe to this
Feminine shape, if now I have not sinn'd
Above forgivenes.
Phi.
Oh
Philoclea
Come not too neere I charge you; I would chide.
But dare not, would you had not tould me this
Indeed you were to blame, I must not heare you
Excuse your selfe
Pyr.
She must not leave me thus
But she returnes
Phi.
I have lost my selfe already,
And love is but a blinde guide to direct
My virgin steps, I faine would reply something
But feele a tremblinge in my voyce,
Zelmane
My father, what account shall I give him
Enter Basilius
[Page]I have said nothinge he commanded
Bas.
She smiles
Pyr.
My Lord I see you can use the advantage
And I did arme you against my selfe; I did not
Thinke when I advis'd you make
Philoclea
Your advocate, she could so much have wonne
Vpon me, but my counsell has betray'd me,
Pray thinke me not immodest, if my words
Doe fall too rudely from me, your faire daughter
Whose tongue would lay a charme uppon the gods,
Hath gain'd all this.
Bas.
The gods reward her for it
Phi.
Was this his plot?
Bas.
A thousand blessings overtake my child
But not a word, not a word
Philoclea
To thy mother
Phi.
I have learnt my duty sir
Pyr.
Beshrew your haste
Bas.
Remove, convey thy selfe away deere girle, Ile follow
Phi.
My heart is full, and tho my tongue denies
Him farwell, he may reade it in my eye.
Exit.
Bas.
I knew thou couldst not choose at last but give
My heart an audience; I am not my selfe
With the imagination
Pyr.
Of what?
Bas.
Of any thing; come I allow thee modest, it is not fit we should say our pleasures, sweete but act them
Pyr.
You are to violent my Lord, I shall
Repent my freedome, if you give no limit
To your desires, if you doe love your servant,
Husband your flame that it may last
Bas.
It shall
Pardon me deere
Zelmane, I have a stock
Of blood, tho you may thinke it could is high
And active as the veynes of promising youth
I weare this snow but a disguise
Pyr.
Poore winter,
Bas.
My haires are black at roote, and shall grow up
[Page]Faire as the Ebony and curle themselues
Into a thousand pretty caves for love
It selfe to sit that best delights in darknes
Pyr.
This will be strange.
Bas.
'Tis you that worke these miracles
Vpon
Basilius, as I came heither
I felt a score of yeares drop off, which hung
Vpon my locks
Pyr.
A score of haires you meane: tis molting time
Containe your selfe a while, you have
A jealous queene, and yet it goes against my Conscience
To wrong so sweete a Lady, pray my Lord
Thinke better ont
Bas.
This Does inflame me more
Be not so cruell to remember her
Thou must preserve my life.
Py.
Well I ha thought a way
Shall perfect all without suspition
There is a cave hard by which nature made
Intending well to lovers, thether will I
With licence of your grace pretending
To exercise a few dayes some devotions
We
Amazons have obligation to
At some convenient houre.
Bas.
May I come to thee
Pyr.
Ile give you notice in some evening
Bas.
Zelmane now thou dostravish me
Py.
You may with ease secure all at the lodge
Bas.
Most excellent
Pyr.
I imagin sir the rest but doe not come till I desire you
Bas.
Be not tedious then, I will prepare all this
Pyr.
I hope you doe not
Conclude me impudent that I encline
To doe this for you, by my hopes of a blest
Eternitie nor love nor lust ere tempted
My thoughts to yeild thus much to any man
Be carefull of my honor.
Bas.
Oh devine
Zelmane keepe my soule.
Exit.
Pyr.
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Philoclea mine
Enter Musidorus
Mus.
Oh my deere
Pyrocles
Pyr.
How ist deere Cozen
Mus.
Never till now could you salute me happy
The gods have beene propitious
Pyr,
Will she know thee yet?
Mus.
There's nothing wants to make me perfect blest
But to heare thee pronounce thy love as fortunate
The envious clouds which interpose themselves
Like a darke Curtaine ore
Pamelas face.
Are drawne away and I enjoy her smile
She does beleeve my proofes, sweetely excusing
Her long neglect, and promiseth as much
As I dare aske: sheel' trust me with her person
I want but opportunity to deceive
Our waking Dragons;—and in good time
Dametas.
Enter Dame
Away you shall know all my fate hereafter,
Pyr.
I joy in thy successe, pray thou for mine.
Exit.
Dam.
Where is this rascall
Dorus
Mus.
Whether were I best to tell the King ont first or seeke out
Dametas, hee'l never be able to spend it, there may be gold
Enough to purchase halfe
Arcadia
Dam.
Vmh, what's that?
Mus.
Ile seeke him out at all adventures; oh s
[...]r, pray is this
Gold—and this and this?
Dam.
Ha gold, yes very good gold, where hadst it
Mus.
You shall heare more hereafter
Dam.
Dorus, honest
Dorus, put on thy hat, where where, hadst it
Mus.
Did you never heare of one
Aristomines?
Dam.
He was banish'd
Arcadia
Mus.
Was he rich
Dam.
Infinite rich, so rich
Mus.
'Tis so, belike he there had all his treasure
Dam.
What treasure, where i'st honest
Dorus tell me
Mus.
You are my Master and may be my Father
Dam.
My sonne
Dorus, Mopsa is thine, and she were made of as pure gold as this, thou shouldst touch her, and melt her
Mus.
Well I see it was ordained to make you rich
[Page]In dutie Ile discover it, and yet—
Drm.
Out with it good
Dorus
Mus.
Well—sitting beneath an oake that shall be namelesse
I chanc'd to turne up some turff with my mole-spade
Dam.
With thy mole spade, what then
Mus.
I saw a yellow brightnes peeping out oth' ground, which
when I came to examine I pr
[...]v'd this mettall, I this was the first,
y'are sure 'tis gold, you shall pardon me for the rest but if these
will do you any pleasure, or twentie more
Dam.
Nay good honest
Dorus proceede.
Mus.
Why the truth is I suspect where a great treasure has been
Long buried, these it seemes were scatter'd when the rest
Went to the pit-hole.
Dam.
But where is this place good
Dorus? thou hast no more
About thee
Mus.
No but if you please to furnish me with tooles Ile trye
The bottome; I digd till I came to a stone, whose inscription
Promis'd something worth a mans labour
Dam.
Did it sound
Mus.
Melodiously a goulden tune
Dam.
Where, where, thou maist tell me thou knowest I
Am secret
Mus.
For
Mopsa sake I will reveal't, you know▪
The oake where you first met me
Dam.
Ha very well
Mus.
On the right side of that same spreading tree
Lies all this riches
Dam.
As th'art honest
Mus.
As I hope to be deere
Mopsa's husba
[...]d, Ile get strong tooles
And bring you better proofe
Dam.
Stay
Dorus stay, let me see
As I intend to be your father
Dorus
And so in
Mopsas name make you my heire
Of all my wealth, good
Dorus I am yet
Till things and things be done your Master
Dorus
Beside that ground is mine, the Oake is mine
Where under lies this treasure, I am Lord
Lord of the soyle my
Dorus, of the soile
[Page]I am content to be a ground for you
To build to hopes on
Dorus, but my ground
No man shall dig or build on but my selfe
On such as this, be there a myne
Of Coyne or vncoyne mettall it is mine
All may be yours annother day my
Dorus.
Mus.
I know my duty sir and cannot thinke
The gods had ere a lotted my free mind
To serve you but for some strange end
Dam.
In this thou shewst it, keepe all close, not a word
Dorus, I take no leave be carefull my good
Dorus of my young Madam, 'tis a charge I turne over to thee, over looke her well.
Mus.
I meane to doe it doubly
Dam
How, ha you a duble meaning?
Mus.
I meane with double care
Dam.
Honest
Dorus 'tis the last service I shall put thee to
Mus.
I hope so to
Dam.
Now to the Oake my golden land marke
Mus.
Load a horse with tooles sir
Dam.
Mattocks and shovells
Mus.
Hookes and ladders.
Dam.
Spade and Pickaxes
Mus.
Ropes and daggers; youl have no helpe
Dam.
No no, a mans owne toyle
Sweeter the profit makes in his owne soyle.
Exit
Mus
Goe thy wayes for the Lord a'th soyle
Theres one blocke out a'th way the golden flie,
Has caught this trowte, my jealous Mistris I
Hope she ore heard not
Mis.
Oh that my eares had beene long enough to have heard some of there pretious Knaverie
Mus.
It were but charitie to tell her on't, little does my Mistris Thinke what a flesh flie my Master is,
Mis.
What saies the Knave
Mus.
Tho she be a little stricken in yeares she is hansome enough
For as good a man as
Dametas, and he to runne neighing
A this fashion after a blowse, and then put me to make excuse
[Page]For him, 'tis not right.
Mis.
Oh fidious Rascall, I thought there was some roguerie,
Dorus as thou com'st of a woman tell me
Mus.
What forsooth
Mis.
Oh naughty man to vse an honost woman the wrong way thus, have I beene married so many yeares, and carried my selfe like his lawfull wife uprising and downe lying as they say, so even and jumpe with his desires to be thus handled, but Ile be reveng'd it shall fall heavie vpon his head for this I warrant him, nay I did alwaies suspect him for a co
[...]t
Mus.
What meane you forsooth,
Mis.
Come I ouer-heard somewhat to my griefe, and therefore leaue your bogling and your trim tram tricks you must not flap me oth mouth with fleering and with flams whilst he
Mus.
Claps vp another betwixt the—a ha mistris mistris but you say you overheard, and therefore if you know whether he is gone you may come two houres hence time enough to prevent the blow.
Mis.
If thou lookest to have my daughter with, marke what I say
Mus.
With fathers marke and mothers marke, and every mark about her
Mis.
If you conceale any thing in this case, thou knowst no case of her, nay tho thy teeth water out the liquor of thy life, thou shouldst not get a bit, the worst bit of her.
Mus.
Be more charitable
Mis.
Or if thou chance to get her gainst my will ile teach her a tricke of the mother shall make thee curse her and all the brood she came one,
Mus.
What is Charita to me, I know you heard him name her.
Mis.
Charita.
Mus.
I will discharge my conscience and yet if you overheard us without my telling, you know where hee appointed to meet her this evening at
Mantinea at her fathers in
Ondemion streete,
Mis
Ondemion street?
Mus.
I doe not betray him now if you provide so happily to take em at it mistris at it.
Mis.
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I at it, how I itch to be at it
Mus.
Saddle your mare.
Mis.
They shal not scape with halfe an eie betwixt them.
Exit.
Enter Pamela and Mopsa.
Mus.
I have given her the bells and she will flye to the devill —here comes the tother I ha given her phisicke already fit for her constitution and now it works.
Pam.
How comes it
Mopsa that you are so taken
So lifted up with high conceit?
Mop.
Who I
Pam.
Yes
Mapsa you, dee thinke I cannot Iudge
By outward gestures and your lookes what joy
Doth inwardly possesse you
Mop.
Who me
Pam.
Yes you againe, and it were not over bouldnesse
To request some knowledge of the cause
Mop.
Rest you content; you are a Princesse borne I might have beene so to, some body may be a Queene before you, make what you can of that
Pan.
Oh fate how's this
Mop.
There is a tree, and there is things worth wishing, and some may wish and wishes may be had make what you can of that too
Mus.
To my wish it workes
Pam.
But
Mopsa may I not beseech a word
That may be to my understanding
Mop.
You may know more hereafter, but till then I must presume upon your Princely patience to keepe your Chamber, it is now my raigne and doe not dare to follow
Pam.
Not I, when you are drawne up to majesty
I can but wish you graciously would then
Remember the obedience of your handmaide
That first submits her selfe to your Command.
Mop.
I faith I will
Pamela, and reward it, goe in sweete Lady, on my Royall word I will,
Exit Pamela.
Mus.
She has spide me
Mop.
Happy
Dorus
Mus.
What will my
Mopsa say when she has climb'd
Mop.
I I the tree, when I climbe that tree,
hony Dorus tell me it over agen, my deere bird what did
Iupiter to
Apollo.
Mus.
Vpon some falling out I tould you
Jupiter threw
Apollo out of heaven and his deitie taken away he was faine to live upon the earth and keepe
Admetas Cattell, in the time of his service being sent to fetch abreede of beasts out of
Arcadia, in this very desart he grew fainte and wearie; and would needs rest himselfe in the boughes of an Ashen tree.
Mop.
The tree we wot of; on sweete bird
Mus.
Apollo in that tree calling to minde his quarrell with
Iupiter became very sorrowfull, and pittifully complayning to his father, asking him mercie for having offended him was from that tree receiv'd into his golden spheare, and made a god agen
Mop.
Oh brave
Mus.
Having the perfect nature of a god
Never to be ingratefull he then granted
A double life to
Admetas, and because
That tree was chappell of his happy prayers
To it he gave this quality
Mop.
Now it comes
Mus.
That whosoever sat downe in that tree
In like estate and sort as he did then
Mop.
Oh now now now.
Mus.
Should forthwith have there their wish
Mop.
Oh the tree, the tree, the tree
Mus.
The king vnderstood thus much by Oracle; and tried himselfe but being neither heardman as then
Apollo was, nor of the race which is necessarie, delivered this secret to your father but made him sweare to wish by his direction; for his owne benefit
Dametas tould it me, and is now gon to furnish himselfe with a scarlet Cloake for in that he must be mufled just as
Apollo was, I might now prevent'em all and be king my selfe, but what have I to wish more then the love of
Mopsa which since without more charming force you yeild me; Ile fit you with a cloake and then wish what you will your selfe
Mop.
Ile be Queene or
Apollo shall never looke me in the face agen, quickly sweet
Dorus, come muffle me I long to be Queene,
[Page] and my father shall aske me blessing.
Exeunt
Actus Tertius.
Enter Rebells and Thumbe
Cap.
COme my masters let us be resolute, is there any man That will justifie himselfe to be sober amongst us?
2.
No hang sobriety
Cap.
We must be valiant, the King I say agen has left us, and since He scornes our company for my part I scorne to be his subject
3.
I I scorne subjects, Ile be an Emperor
2.
It is time to looke into the government, none but Gentlemen are of his Counsell, I see no reason since the Countrie is 'ours but we should have a stroake in the state.
Cap.
That was bravely spoke my bully, stroke, heby
Mars his Gauntlet spoke like a souldier, I doe not like the Carriage of the secret Counsells
3.
Nor I nor any body
Thu.
Take heede my Masters
3.
Lets heare
Thumbe the Miller
Thu.
We met together to drinke in honour of the Kings birthday and tho we have tickled the Cannikins, let vs be merrie and wise that's my opinion, no treason, the King is an honest Gentleman, and so is the Queene.
3.
Very wisely spoken.
Cap.
But shall be govern'd by
Philonax':
2.
Who knowes but he has made away the King
Th.
Made away the King, who honest
Basilius, aske the King who has made him away, by this hand if I thought they had made him away I would make some body away, tho I hang'd fort, but neighbors for my owne part I will joyne with you in any thing that is honorable, dee marke honorable; but I say still I am cleare of opinion it is not a misse to be merry and wise Gentlemen, my name's
Thumbe,
3.
[Page]
I Tom
Th.
And Ile be a your side howsoever
3.
A great spirit
Cap.
Shall I speake for you
Omnes.
I I agreed you shall be Captaine
Cap.
Why then let me alone; I will know a reason why hee has left the government without our consents to depose him, 'tis wisely spoken mybrave men 'oth common-wealth, we will have other lawes and the old shall be executed
3.
I I hang the old ones
2.
'Tis a discredit for any subjects as we are to have a King as if we were not able to governe our selves
Cap
Stroake up thy forehead thou wert borne to be a statesman, Be rul'd by me and weel have no justice in
Arcadia
2.
How
Cap.
No justice, why should we loose our liberties, and being free men, upon any occasion suffer our selues to be bound over
Th.
Gentlemen Citizens it were very good you would take into your consideration the statute against drunkennesse
Cap.
It shall be lawfull for any man to be drunke without forfeiting or paying anything to the poore
Th.
Very good, every man drinke away his estate, and then charity begins at home,
Cap.
No man shall marrie
2.
That's worse then the statute against two wives
Cap,
For every woman shall be common
3.
Every woman common, what shall we doe withall the proper women in
Arcadia
Cap.
They shall be common too
3.
Oh'rare, and what shall we doe withall the prisons
Cap.
Set'em a fire 'twill warme the Citie when there is cold doings
2.
What with the prisoners
Cap.
Put'em in possession of their creditors lands, they are the only men fit for authority; for no men are us'd worst, and they will know the better to domineere, nay weel have admirable lawes, but who shall be this Embassador to the King
4.
Me me choose me Captaine,
Th
[...]
[Page]
Choose you Captaine, Haberdasher of small wares, choose you a Capon, Ile be the Embassador, ever while you live let a bould man be embassador, and one that has a braine, I will not be mealc mouth'd.
3.
Well said Miller
Cap.
And because we will be wise
Th.
I I be merry and wise, ever while you live be sober and discreete.
Cap.
Say weattend heere to do our duties
3.
Duties oh base
Cap
[...]
Say so we must, heel not come forth else
4.
What if I could his highnes there was a dance to be presented we are furnish'd with our noise still
Th.
I I, I doe love this noise withall my heart
2.
Excellent, get you behind the trees with your instruments, and tune 'em ready, the new friske we danc'd at
Enispies to day will serve rarely as the Prologue, away; but Captaine what shall we doe with the Kings daughters
Cap.
Ile have one
3.
And Ile ha the tother our Captaine shall ha the Queene
2.
And what shall we have.
Cap.
Thereare Ladies about the Court will content you
Thu.
I will have both the Kings daughters, and he that speakes against it—
They fight
Cap.
Thumbe valiant
Thumbe, all spirit no mutinie no mutinie all of a faction together by the eares for a peece of venison
Th.
I will have both the Kings daughters or else I shall not be satisfied.
Cap.
First let vs know the Kings resolution, and if we like not our conditions, the hares a foote; and every man take what course he please in my Lords Parke
Enter Basilius, Gynecia, Pyrocles, and Philoclea.
But stay the King vmh
2.
Speake Captaine
Cap.
If it please your Maiesty, what was it resolu'd upon
3.
Hees out, let me come to him, prithee doe thou tell him thy minde, that delicome wench has made my teeth water
2.
And drown'd thy tongue, a Company of bashfull shrimpes;
[Page] if I but open my mouth, I say no more
Th.
King, by your leave; which is the King, my eyes twinckle, we have beene playing the good fellowes to celebrate your majesticall birth day, will your grace see a song
3.
A dance
Th.
Or a dance, alls one, our seete are in tune, strike up behinde the tree, you are the King and I am the Miller, ther's all the difference, sweete Ladies my name is
Thumbe
Bas.
This is rudenesse
Gy.
Pardon their simplicity
Th.
Ile have that wench she lookes like
Hercules, Omnes, Stand
Cap.
We have intorrogations points to put to you
Bas.
Treason, treason,
Pyr.
Barborous Villaines
Basilius runnes in, a bell rings, Philoclea, and Gynecia hid
[...] themselves, Pyrocles fights with them, Basilius comes in with a two handed sword, after some skirmish Enter Philonax and Calander with a guard the Rebells beaten off.
Pyr.
Where is
Philoclea
Phi.
Heere art thou not hurt
Zelmane.
My soule at every stroake made against thee
Was leaving my palebody
Py.
Deere Madam are you safe
Bas.
I thinke I ha pepper'd some of 'em,
Philonax 'twas not amisse you came, but
Zelmane and I should have made a shift
Pyr.
You alone my Lord, were an army against such reeling vallors, I did not thinke you could ha bestir'd your selfe so well
Bas.
And I were in an other place alone with thee I could best
[...] my selfe better
Cal.
I would you would consider yet to quit
This dangerous kinde of life
Phi.
Had not the valiant
Amazon it seemes, defenc'd your person
Ere the troopes ariv'd, it might have prov'd too fatall
Gy.
He plaide the man indeede, the King is troubled
And thinks me Iealous of him, lasse old man
Bas.
[Page]
No more
Waite upon our Queene and daughter, weel follow
Exit.
I am wounded
Pyr.
How
Bas.
By thee
Zelmane
Pyr.
I see your passions are the same and I
This might resolue to waite for you in the Cave
If you when your
Gynecia is a bed
And fast a sleepe, (be sure of that) will please
To put your selfe to a short travell, I
Shall not expresse your welcome, but
Bas.
Deere as my soule I apprehend my comfort
One kisse in earnest of the million
Thou shalt receive, but carrie it close
Zelmane
Exeunt
Enter Musidorus, and Mopsa.
Mus.
This is the Tree
Mop.
Oh let me kisse it toes
Mus.
Best loose no time
Mop.
Haile upon haile sweete tree, Crowne thee and all thy wishes, Oh
Dorus up womee
Dorus, up womee, up womee, up womee
Dorus, teach mee to clymbe the right way prithee
Mus.
You must be muffled in the cloake, so now remember your instructions, make first your invocation to
Apollo as I tould you, which being done, imploy your minde withall devotion to his deity, untill you heare a voyce call three times on you by your name, tho you should thinke your father mother
Pamela or my selfe talke to you answer not they are spirits that would delude.
Mop.
Vnder three
Mopsas Ile not talke to 'em, Ile not be cozend
Mus.
Hold there and youl' be happy
Mop.
Ile aske a king to my hus
[...]and, and thou shalt be he
Mus.
Your invocation.
Mop.
Into the greate eares of Apollo
Now let my invocation hollow
Oh thou that lightest all the day
For some to worke and some to play
By owle light now
Incline a gracious eare to me
[Page]Thus▪ muffled in thy wishing
[...]
Singing whoope whoope who
[...]
And pardon this my subtilty
That I deceive the passers by
I in this bough
Doe use the accentes of that fowle
Because I would be thought an Owle
With whoope whoope whoee
Enter Pamela.
Mus.
She has done her invocation
Pam.
Can she not heare us
Mus.
She shall heare us, but I have taken order with her eyes and understanding too, sheel not beleeve us, thou lovely bird Madge howlet
Mop.
That's a spirit in the voyce of
Dorus, but Ile not answer.
Mus.
See
Dorus and
Pamela both are heere
Whilst old
Dametas Miso, and their deere
Daughter are stragled forth, they both together
Are taking now their flight, and who knowes whether
Pam.
This is too plaine
Mop.
Oh cunning Divells, but Ile not heare nor speake a sillable
Mus.
If thou canst finde a tongue to tell
Dametas,
Make knowne unto his wisdome he is gull'd
Take courage Madam the way lies faire before us
And abarque already prepard cries come a bour'd
Farewell Howlet
Exeunt Musidorus and Pamela Dametas sings within
Mop.
Whoope whoope whooe—Hey I heare another singing spirit in my fathers voyce, bee't
Apollo himselfe, under three
Mopsas Ile not speake
Enter Dametas
Dam.
This is the tree, and heere the earth is broken
The certaine signe left by my trusty
Dorus
The mouth of the rich treasure I salute thee
And kisse the hole from whence shall come my gold
Which being done blithly to worke I fall
My hand is in the moone-shine, and up goes all
Mop.
[Page]
Whoope whoope, whooe
Dam,
What's that; an Owle, good Mis
[...]is
Margerie I am busie
‘Art thou poore and wouldst thou be advanc'd by wealth to Dignity doe not thinke it then vnmeete to stoope with hands beneath thy feete 'Tis not with hand over head to be found no
[...]o thou must stoope though thou holdst up thy poope and grable for't in ground’ Ha what's this, my hand is in the Hony pot I thinke, vmh vmh I doe not like the softnes, I did groape for harder stuffe, if this be gold 'tis liquid, and yet too thicke to be potable as they say, it has a kinde of weft me thinks if I have not lost a sence upon the sudden, I smell, call you this gold finding
Mop.
I have an extreame list now so I have saving your presence, divell would restore your sence
Dam.
What's this, a written parchment this may be the inventory of all the treasure.
Who hath his hire hath well his labor plac'd
Earth thou didst seeke, and store of earth thou hast
Howe's this
Mop.
Whoope whoope whooe
Dam.
As sure as this is my owne nose, I am stinkingly abus'd
Mop.
Ha ha ha,
Dam.
Can Madge Howlets laugh, that laugh was like my Daughter
Mopsa
Mop.
There's one time, againe againe sweete
Apollo
Dam.
'Tis her voyce what makes she there, now the dread vengeance of my deere fatherly curse, light over th'wart thee thou aukeward helding
Mopsa
Mop.
There's two times,
Mopsa once more and 'tis
Apollo
Dam.
[Page]
Will you not answer in the Divells name
Mopsa I say, oh are you come
he strickes she falls.
Mop.
Yes yes divine
Apollo
Dam.
Ile unhoode yee wheres
Pamela
Mop.
Thanke your Deitie
Dam.
Speake now and tell me
Mop.
Answer my wishes as 'thou art
Phebus, as thou art
Apollo tho in the likenesse of the Clowne my father, grant me my wishes first, I aske a King to be my husband.
Dam.
What talkest thou of a King; the King will hang thy father if
Pamela be gon
Mop.
Let him be hang'd I care not, but let
Dorus be a King, and let him be my husband good
Apollo
Dam.
Shee's starke staring mad, hast thou forgot thy father, where is thy wit
Mop.
I doe not aske for wit, I tell thee, let me have a sufficient husband and let him be a King
Dam.
Thou shal't have thy bellifull of husbands
Mop.
Oh that, that, that
Enter Miso
Miso.
Ile at you both thou ribald villaine and thou harlot
Dam.
Miso my spouse falne mad too
Thou wot not beate thy mother
Miso.
Oh me
Mop.
I defie her and thee and thou beest not
Apollo,
Dam.
Oh who has gulled us all, deere
Miso, tender
Mopsa heare me, before I open my mouth, art not thou
Miso, and thou my daughter
Mopsa, oh we are all vndone we are all vndone
Mop.
Are not you god
Apollo
Dam.
No as ever I hope to see him or any of his fellowes in the face againe, I am mortall
Dametas and I thinke thy father, I am sure I am by thy mothers side, where is
Pamela all this while, whoes at home.
Mop.
As sure as you are my father and you my mother, theres No body at home
Dam.
Shee's gon, shee's gon
Mop.
Dorus and
Pamela, or two feends with their voyces pastby whilst
[Page] I was in
Apollos tree
Miso.
Apollos tree
Dam.
Cast off your wonder I am not such an asse, but I perceive We are gull'd
Mop.
So Divell
Dorus tould me
Miso.
Oh me they are gon, was this your care
Mop.
Nay then where was your owne.
Dam.
Fall not at odds bout that, but goe with me
And helpe me to scape the gallow tree.
Exeunt▪
Enter Gynecia and Pyrocles, with a Taper.
Gy.
Did I not counterfeit an infirmitie
Pyr.
Rarely, how love will prompt his votarie
The King suspects not what we purpose
Gy.
Las poore man, how carefull he seem'd of my health
And councell'd me to bed
Pyr.
I smil'd to see it
Gy.
So soone as he is a sleepe expect me
Pyr.
Stay, oth suddaine I ha thought upon a way
Blessed blessed minute.
Gy.
What's the device
Pyr.
You shan'ot goe to bed
Gy.
Not I
Pyr.
God Genius
I will not trust our worke to fortune if
You should want cunning in your passions
Or he should wake unhappily and finde
You absent, all were lost, to prevent this
You shall not come to me if there be danger
'Tis fit I be expos'd Ile take your place
And disaray me for
Basilius bed.
De'e marke, muffled up for your suppos'd
Distemper, let me alone to counterfeit
Dulnes, and when his sences are chain'd up
In sleepe, I will come downe toth cave to you
But take my mantle if any of
Dametas
People meete you
Gy.
I will visit bu
[...] my Closet
And follow thy instructions,
Exit.
Py.
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If there be any starrs are kinde to love
This night shoote forth your golden heads, be thou
Bright moone propitious; on all eyes that would
Betray our flight, cast out a fullen mist
And hide thy silver cressent in a cloud,
But to our passage be a gentle goddesse
And borrow of thy brother yet more light
The day may spare it,
Musidorus is
Enter Gynecia with a golden Violl.
Embark'd already with his Mistris,
If I obtaine
Philocleas consent
Gy.
Zelmane now I am prepar'd
Pyr.
Haste to the Cave, expect,
Your servants visit
Gy.
And my happines
Exit.
Py.
How rudely vice becomes us, here's a Lady
Whom never fame yet blemish'd, now the example
Of
Cupids tyranie, love transformes us all
And fooles our understandings, I pittie her▪
Now are
Basilius thoughts in motion
And hurry him to the same licentiousnes.
There is warme snow I see, he delaies time.
In hope to finde his Queene asleepe, whose place
I must assume for once, love dwells upon
A cliffe and all the waies to our enjoying
Are difficult and ragged,
But I forget,
Basilius, I must
Compose me for his bed, I shannot be
Much troubled, good old King he wishes me
Lutes Recorders Exit.
Good rest I know, and secure dreames, oh see
Philoclea what waies I come to thee
Enter Basilius.
Bas.
These sounds may charme her into slumbers sweetly
Oh steale into her, hang upon her heart,
Come fixe your gentle raptures in her soule
That it may take delight to be orecome
And never wake the body, till
Basilius
Returne with happy Conquest from
Zelmane
Or if there be a leaden god of sleepe.
[Page]Heere let him shake his wings and then dispatch
A Herra
[...]ld to the silent house of dreames
To bring one hither happier then the rest
Enter Philoclea
To entertaine my melancholly Queene; oh
Philoclea
Thy mother will excuse thee this nights dutie
Doe not disturbe her, yet your voyce and Lute
'Ith next Chamber may procure her sleepe
That done without more ceremony goe
Exit Philoclea
To bed, so so my bloud begins to move
Shee's fast, I heare her, and the musique ceast,
Now to
Zelmane.
Agen loude Exit.
Enter Philoclea.
Phi.
I'me troubled, and dare not goe to bed
There's some thing whispers to my soule this will
Will be a fatall night, my mother is not well
I must needs see her—ha, the gods protect me
Enter Pyrocles
Pyr.
If there were any treason meant against
Philoclea her prayers were vainely offerd,
Since h
[...]r owne innocence is protection
As powerfull as the Gods, I bring no horror
To fright your blood, dee not know me Lady
I was
Zelmane,
Phi.
Was
[...]
Pyr.
I have been
So watched by your Ielous mother
Phi.
Ha.
Pyr.
But I forget
Phi.
What meane you?
Pyr.
To make fast the doores
If I could barre all the aire out saving what
Your breath should draw, for should I live by that
You would not chide my care
Phi.
You make me tremble.
Pyr.
If you cannot forgive me punish pray
This rudenes with my death; I prostrate to
Your feete my sword, and call you to my brest
To meete your anger, at this distance beg
I may behould you, but when you shall finde
[Page]In the dissection of my heart, whose name
Hath fill'd it, and with what religion there
My thoughts adore your memory, too late
It may invite your teares, can faire
Philoclea
Thinke I have a soule that dare be wicked to her?
Such lookes would charme a ravisher, and throw
Ice through a Satires blood, but a man chaste
Already it drawes up to the simplicitie
And nature of an Angell, oh
Philoclea
I am so farre from being ill my selfe
In such a sensuall way, that although time
And this faire opportunity might tempt
And excuse wanton heate, I should repent
Forget to, love your selfe, if you but with
One thought so treacherous to your virgin honor
Should give consent to enioy you, it hath snow
Vpon my blood
Philoclea, whose flowings
Are Chast as Christall: dare you trust me yet
To kisse your hand, my lips shall gently touch it
Nor will I leave a breath to staine the whitenesse
Pray be not fearefull.
Phi.
Sin did never yet
Prophane that voyce.
Pyr.
When it sounds lustfully
Your hate, a punishment next the wrath of heaven
Strike my heart dead—be pleas'd to rest a little
And if you dare vouch safe me to sit so neere you▪
I have much to tell you
Phi.
I know not what to say, where is my father
I had a mother too, this Chamber they
Vs'd to call their's
Pyr.
They are safe
Philoclea,
Let not your cheeke looke pale, their absence wrought
For such a minute doth encourage me
To tell you now or never you must shew
There dwells a pittle in you, oh looke smooth
On him whose life and fortunes you may now
Advance or ruine ever, if you can
[Page]Remember who I am, and what your vertue
Hath made me suster, thinke me worthy of
A life, let it begin from your consent
To love poore
Pyrocles, 'tis in your power
To be no more a prisoner to this rude
And solitarie dwelling, such a brightnes
Is lost in caves, extend your arme and reach
A throane where seated with becomming greatnes
You may disperse with moving of your eye
An influence beyond the starrs, and quicken
A world that waites to be your creature
Phi.
Pyrocles
For so you call your selfe, and such I dare
Beleeve you are, for falsehood cannot dwell
A neighbor to that tongue although I might
Demand with reason, and my dutie first
What does concerne my parents, such a truth
Shines in your language, and such Innocence
In what you call affection, I must
Declare you have not plac'd one good thought heere
Which is not answerd with my heart, the fire
Which sparkled in your bosome long since leap'd
Into my brest and there burnes modestly
It would have spread into a greater flame
But still I curb'd it with my teares, oh
Pyrocles
I would thou wert
Zelmane agen, and yet
I must confesse I lov'd thee then, I know not
With what propheticke soule but I did wish
Often, thou were no man, or I no woman
Pyr.
Thou wert the comfort of my sleepes
Phi.
And you
The object of my watches, when the night
Wanted a spell to cast me into slumber
Yet when the weight of my owne thoughts grew heavie
For my teare dropping eyes, and drew these Curtaines
My dreames wert still of thee, forgive my blushes
And the imagination thou wert then
My harmelesse bed fellow
Pyr.
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I arive too soone
At my desires, gently oh gently drop
These joyes into me, least at once let fall
I sinke beneath the tempest of my blessings
And you swell my heart too fast
Phi.
If yo
[...] be
Pyrocles
You will rest satisfied with this confession
You onely shall obtaine my love
Pyr.
Although my soule acknowledge this a blessing
Such as no service can reward enough
There remaines something, something which your honor
May easily consent to in this absence
Of both your parents whom with severall promises
Of my returne, I have already sent
To 'th Cave where they in vaine this night expect me
We must for sake this place, I have provided
For our conueiance to my fathers kingdome
If after all these arguments of love
You dare trust
Pyrocles to convey you thether,
Phi,
I dare give thee my life, but pardom me
This is not safe, thus seeking to assure.
You may vntimely happen loose
Philoclea
My dutie binds me not to rob my parents,
Such a departure may undoe their comfort
[...]
As y'are a prince perswade me not commit
So unnaturall a trespasse, weel expect
And satisfie our young desires till time
Mature our joy, I could content my selfe
To looke on
Pyrocles and thinke it happines
Enough, or if my soule affect variety
Of pleasure every accent of thy voyce
Shall Court me with new rapture, and if these
Delights be narrow for us there is left
A modest kisse, whose every touch conveies
Our melting soules into each others lipes,
Why should not you be pleas'd to looke on me
To heare and sometimes kisse
Philoclea
[Page]Indeed you make me blush
Pyr.
What an Ecclips
Hath that vaile made, it was not night till now
Looke if the starres have not withdrawne themselves
As they had waited on her richer brightnes.
And missing of her eyes are stolen to bed,
What world of beauty is behinde that cloud
But keepe it still conceal'd, and let the creatures
When they shall misse day (for the same without
Thine eyes will glimmer like a petty taper)
Feare to be lost in darkenes, and expect
No light to follow, but from those wide flames
Which heaven hath threaten'd to destroy the world,
When thou hast frighted us renew againe
Our state and cure againe the fainting vniverse
One looke restores all—ha,
Philoclea.
Phi.
There's something that sits heavy on my forehead
I know you cannot but be noble, pray
A little sleepe, if I exceede three minutes
Prithee wake me
Pyr.
Ha, I doe not like
Her sences should be snatchd away so strangely
'Tis an ill omen, I should trespasse much
Gainst manners, to disturbe her, beside she
Did make it her request whose will is sacred,
Then gently may she sleepe, and yet if she
Draw out this slumber to any length my hopes
Are blasted, if I loose this opportunitie
Of flight, no hope hereafter can releeve us
We are both undone, she sleepes still, I was not
Quicke enough to perswade her resolution
So necessarie, yet looke up
Philoclea,
No, then enjoy thy dreame, and let us try
The kindnes of our fate, pitty a harsh
Sound should disturbe thy
[...]oft repose, I would
But dare not steale a kisse for feare to wake her,
And yet my loude voyce may be more offensive
Our soules are knit I see into one love
[Page]Then 'tis but reason they should exercise
Both the same act, why doe not I sleepe too
The mist is falne already, if I but dreame of her
My slumbers shall be happy
he sleepes
Enter Dam
[...]tas as from a Vault.
Dam.
There be more wayes to the woode then one, she may be in her sisters Chamber, I may thanke my acquaintance with the Buttery and a trap doore for this passage; shee has shut me out of doores of all: vmh a sword I had rather it were
Pamela naked, I durst undertake to handle her with lesse feare; vmh
Philoclea; 'tis she and this is-no—this is not
Pamela, she was a woman, unlesse she be crept into breeches since I left her, no 'tis a man, heere is no tarrying for me; and he were not soundly a sleepe, my smell were enough to wake him;—treason treason
Exit.
Py.
Ha, what voyce is that, who cryes out treason?
Phi.
Pyrocles what's the matter?
Pyr.
Nothing
Within.
Treason, treason.
Pyr.
Harke, ist not treason, my sword, my sword
Is gon, we are betray'd, some theefe has been
Within the Chamber, yet the doores are safe▪ ha
Lets see, search every where, alas
Philoclea
If now I must be ravisht from thee, how
Can there be charity enough on earth
To pitty me, they die but once who still
Dispaire of blisse; but the Fares twise destroy
A lover whom they kill so neere his ioy.
Exeunt.
Actus Quartus.
Enter Rebells.
Cap.
COme my bloods since there is no hope of our pardons let us be honest out-lawes one to another, and doe all the mischeife we can, we are Masters of the Woods, and we will domineere like Lords of the soyle; I say we will live, we will eate and we will drinke.
3.
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Would I were at my forge againe
Cap.
Arcadia shall be thy Anvile smith; and thou maist live to beate
Great men to dust
2.
Some of them are so rotten they will save us a labor
Cap.
Be resolute and strike the iron while it is hot, where is the little miller
3.
Thumbe the miller is cut off
Cap.
Who can helpe it, be not crest falen, but shew your selues Cockes of the game, weel make the state send for us home, and agree to our own conditions, let vs therefore play the theeves manfully
3.
And so be hang'd honorably
Cap.
Hang hang ng, we defie the lawes and we will execute when we list in our owne quarters we will rob man woman and child
2.
Do you fight with the men, and let me alone with the women.
1.
And
Thumbe had he beene alive he had been a fit match for the children
Enter 4. Rebell.
4.
A prise a Captaine, I see a Gentleman and a Lady strike into a grove hard by, their horses are for their better behavior, already bound to a tree, follow me and Ile conduct
Cap.
Without noyse or tumult lets steale upon them
Enter Musidorus and Pamela.
Pam.
This grove is all one bower, nature her selfe
Must be delighted to dwell heere, the Sunne
Can shoote no beame upon us through this Arbe
[...]
Tho he does rage abroad
Mus.
The heate betrayes
The Sunne is angry Madam to see you
Whose brightnes takes all wonder from his shine
And leave him a pale starr.
Pam.
You complement.
Mus.
Are you not weary Madam
Pam.
I shall never
In thy societie, yet we may re
[...]t
A little in this shade, oh
M
[...]
He should be enemy to vertue now
[Page]To cherrish one suspectfull thought of thee
Some wild licencious Prince had now
[...] me
And carelesse of his owne ruin'd my honor.
Mus.
It were not simple theft but Sacriledge
To rob you of one peacefull thought, if any
Service already have obtaind so much
Trust I am so familliar with mine owne
Desires, that hereafter Ile deserve to keepe
Your faire opinion of me, lust could never
Intrude himselfe a guest heere, I should not
Love mine owne eyes, had they been but tempted
To see an unchast picture with delight
Pam.
What's that behinde the trees?
Mus.
Nothing, the birds are dancing on the leaves
Call'd heither by the musique of your tongue
Those that are silent doe but listen to
Your voyce to mend their singing
Pam.
Still methinkes I heare annother noyse
Mus.
It is your feare
Pam.
There's some thing whispers
Mus.
Shall I tell
Pamela
Pam.
Pray if you can
Mus.
It is the winde that would
Steale through the boughes to give you more refreshing
Whom the trees envie, I doe heare it murmer
To be kept from your lips which it would kisse
And mixing with your breath catch odors thence
Enough to sweeten all the wood, there can
No other danger enter heere
The Rebells cease upon Pamela
Pam.
We are betray'd helpe
Mus.
Ha, villaines, y'ad better lay violent hands
Vpon your mothers
Cap.
Let your courage coole, and heare us you were best
If you doe love this Gentlewomans life.
Put up your toole, dee see this b
[...]dkin sir
With it, Ile punch her heart, if you but offer
A blow at any of my traine, Ile doo't
As I am true Rebell and for the more security
[Page]Deliver up your whinyard to our use
[...]
Or Ile make an oylet-hole presently
Pam.
Doe not resigne your sword but use it.
Mus.
Hold heare me
Pam.
Let us both die with honor, doe not give
Your strength and trust t'the mercy of those slaves
In humane villanes to us
Mus.
But thy life,—as you are men but heare me
Cap.
Drop your steele quickly, or
Mus.
Alas she is my wife
2.
Your wife, if you love her be not troublesome I tell you againe
Pam.
Pamela bids thee fight, feare not for me
If I die I shall not be dishonord
And thou shalt take a brave revenge on them,
Pitty not me to loose us both, weel meete
Again in death and love eternally
Mus.
My soule's devided, shall I venture her?
Cap.
Ile stay no longer
Mus.
Hold and take my sword
But sweare by some religion you will use
No violence to her
3.
We sweare
Cap.
So first and formost throw his sword out of the way, we have no vse on't, secondly bind him to a tree
Mus.
Set her at liberty
And use what cruelty you please on me
Kill me, and Ile forgive you.
3.
Forgiv'e us, heaven forgive thee, say thy prayers
Mus.
I see there's pittie in you, if your wants
Councell you to this sinfull trade, we both
Will freely give our wealth, we have some Iewells
Of valew to redeeme you all, and make
You rich if you dare first be so in goodnes
And exercise no tyrany upon
Our bodies, what a misery it is
Such spirits as you are should not have fortunes
High as your thoughts, when every dunghill fellow
[Page]Surfets with honors and estates, and vomits
In Taverns what would keepe your families,
But 'tis the times disease, when merrit thus
Disgrac'd and unrewarded by the state
Makes subjects desperate
3.
He says true
Mus.
I prithee take my cloathes, would they were rich
And worth your pillage, and will serve me
3.
Alas good Gentleman, let e'en strip him
Cap.
None dare to take a skirt
Mus.
Perhaps for some offences you are banish'd
Your houses and estates
2.
For nothing but being drunke
3.
And offring to kill the King
4.
He will not live amongst us as a good King ought.
Mus.
Alas good men, I doe presume you, would not have kill'd the King in any malice to him
3.
I love the King withall my heart, and a pox take him that does not, would he would but pardon us
1.
There's no hope now, we have submitted our selves too often
Mus.
Yet let him heare well of you, and tho
Necessitie compell you to be theeves,
Be honest theeves and ravish no body.
And this report ariving at his eares
It inclines him to have pittie on you
And call you to his favour
Cap.
Vnhand the Gentlewoman, he that offers her
But a wry looke had better eate my sword
3.
Or my scabbard tho it have been pist in
2.
Faith Captaine he hath given us good councell let us deale
Honestly, if we take away but all they have they will
Have more cause to speake well of us
Cap.
Vnbinde the malefactor
3.
Shall I give him his sword?
Cap.
His sword thou ignorant theefe no so he may chance to aske us againe for his Iewels; take thy
Penelope sweete tong'd
Vlisses; and on the next back smother her in kisses—farwell
Mus.
Oh, my
Pamela.
3.
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Captaine captaine comebacke he calls her
Pamela that should be the Kings daughter,
Cap.
How, vmh; now I looke better on her I have seene that face in a maske before now
Mus.
We are lost agen
Pam.
I am the same
Pamela
2.
What ha we done, here are all your Iewells not a stone deminish'd
3.
If there be let me be gelded
Pam.
I easily forgive all and will be
So far from a complaint that Ile pleade for
Your pardons to my father, and he sha' not
Be able to denie me
Omnes A pardon, a pardon, if it please your highnes weel goe backe with you
Pam.
Not with me
Cap.
As we are true men and theeves Madam
Pam.
We are undone agen
Mus.
At our returne Ile ioyne with her
3.
Returne, why whether are you going so farre from the lodge this is the way to the sea
Cap.
Vmh, I guest treason, are not you an't shall please your Ladyship running away with this Gentleman
2.
He said she was his wife
3.
I doe not like him
Cap.
Lay hands on him agen, well thought upon you shall Iustifie your selves before the King
Mus.
Dare you goe to the King without a pardon
2.
'Tis the only way to procure one
Mus.
Rather goe with us, and, as I am—
3.
What are you
Mus.
I am—I know not
Cap.
Weel teach you to know your selfe; away with 'em we are all made
Mus.
Villaines and Rebells.
Exeunt
Enter Basilius, and Gynecia.
Bas.
Zelmane has abus'd me
Gy.
Chide not her
'Twas mine owne plot to trie your constancie.
[Page]Death cease upon
Zelmane for his comming
But I will be reveng'd, when did I fall
From my high birth; in what lascivious action
Lost I my fame, that this
Basilius
should wrong his owne
Gynecia
Bas.
I am asham'd, I prithee chide no more.
She gave me sure some philter to betray
My bloud to this dishonor.
Gy.
Tho your lust
Mist the enjoying him for whom your heart
Grew wanton, yet the sin cannot be purg'd
They are adulterate sheetes, and those embraces
Which lock'd mine armes thy guilt, not one warme kisse
But was intended for
Zelmanes lips
Oh my fate
Bas.
Prithee forgive
Gy.
The silence which I vs'd
I wish'd might save my modesty a language
To accuse you now; indeede you have done ill
Touse me thus
Bas.
My love to thee hereafter
Shall redeeme all, wound me no more I prithee
Gy.
If vice have so possest you that my bed
Is now growne hatefull, make me not the scorne
Of all your kingdome, send me home agen
To
Argos to weare out my life in weeping
My Lord has quite forsaken me
Bas.
Not for
The crownes of Greece, and all the world deere deerest
Gynecia pardon thou hast sau'd mine honor
Destroy me not agen, on what a rocke
(Had not thy goodnes rescued me) had I
Been ever ship wrack'd, take me to thy love,
A sad man for my fault, never, oh never
Shall such unworthy thoughts corrupt my heart
To leave a chaste wife
Gy.
I doe freely pardon this error
Bas.
Then I am straite agen
Gy.
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But
Zelmane shall accompt
Deerely for this unlesse he satisfie
My furious bloud, new welcome to my bosome
Bas.
A cup of wine would crowne our reconcilement
As I remember in the cave I saw
A golden bottle
Exit.
Gy.
Your Majestie may taste on't, but I meant it
A draught for false
Zelmane, it being virtuall
To increase affection, to me a guift
My mothers love bestow'd when I was married
To
Basilius if ever he grew cold
Enter Basilus
To quicken his desires, I never yet
Made tryall
Bas.
It is the gods
Nepenthe, or a drinke more precious
I prithee giv'ta name, and if my kingdome
Afford th'ingredients let me tast it often;
Ha
Gynecia where am I?
Gy.
Here my Lord
Bas.
I thinke I am deceiv'd, my tongue oth sudden drawes backeward; and my limbes grow very feeble Ha, oh-farwell.
Falls
Gy.
My Lord, my Lord,
Basilius, oh hee's deade
If he be poyson'd I have made faire worke
Deere husband, then for ever mourne
Gynecia
The gods have punish'd thy lascivious heate
With hastie justice, hath my care so long
Almost religiously preserv'd this drinke
To kill thus in a minute; oh my soule
Doth feele a scorpion, and my lust appeares
Enter Dametas and a Shepheard
Circled with thousand furies
Shep.
Treason treason
Dam.
Doe set out your throate here; and let me alone to rore treason in the eares of my Lord
Philonax—I should ha'beene the towne cryer
Shep.
Make hast.
Dam.
Oh yes treason,
Gy.
When you have spent your voyces, let your eyes
[Page]Speake a more killing language
Dam.
Ha, the Queene, Madam
Pamela, is gon
Gy.
No matter for
Pamela, looke here shepheards
Herelies the King
Dam.
No matter for
Pamela? I am glad of that
Is his majestie a sleepe
Gy.
Never to awake, hee's deade poyson'd by this violl
Dam.
Oh base violl, why here is more treason then we look'd for, this is admirable, did he dye against his will, or was he kill'd a naturall death let vs sit upon him
Gy.
For beare, I can direct you to the murderer
Looke heere you shepheards, it was I that kill'd him
Dam.
You, your Majestie is very merry
Gy.
Will you not trust me
Dam.
Yes for more then I am worth, but if you kill'd him your selfe, your majesty must pardon me for that, I have nothing to say to you but, treason treason;
Exit.
Gy.
Yet flie
Gynecia and save thy life,
Betray not thine owne, life; why doe I talke
Of safety, can there be in all the World
A consort, when my honor and
Basilius
Have both forsaken me
Enter Philonax and Dametas with a guard.
Philon.
Pamela gon, how does the King take it
Dam.
The King, would he could take it any way, good gentleman hee's in a pittifull taking himselfe
Philon.
What sales the screech-oule
Dam.
The truth is, he is sent of an errand to
Erebus hee's dead, and for my Lady
Philoclea, whom I suspect
Philon.
Ha
Dam.
And you make hast you may take her napping, there is a thing in the likenes of a man with her, whom very valiantly I dis-arm'd, and brought away his naked weapon
Philon.
What traytor? didst disarme him?
Dam.
Did I and there had been twentie of 'em I would not have car'd a rush though they had been as valiant as
Hector, had I not treason a'my side so soone as I came in
Philon.
Thou dost amaze me what said he?
Dam.
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Never a word, my friend quoth to his sword
Philon.
Ideot didst speake to his sword?
Dam.
Why he was fast a sleepe my Lord,
And never so much as dreamt of me
Philon.
A sleepe, we loose time goe you along with
Dametas, seize upon that Traytor, oh I am rent with sorrow
Dam.
Come my Masters be not afraid as long as I have a sword
You shall goe before, and follow my example ther's the
King my Lord
Exeunt Dametas and guard,
Philon.
Madam
Gy.
Oh
Philonax
Philon.
Be comforted
Gy.
You shannot neede to mocke me, when you know
By whom he dye'd thou wilt call in thy charity
And curse me, it was I that poysoned him,
Philon.
Good Madam speake that I may understand,
You poysoned him? he was
Basilius
Your husband and your King, it cannot be
You are the Queene his wife
Gy.
His murderer
The horror of my sinne dwells round about me
I neede no more accusers then my Conscience.
Doe with me what you please, the wicked reasons
That mov'd me to it you shall know hereafter
Philon,
Blesse me eternitie, Ile not beleeve
That any woman after this can love
Her husband, oh my Lord, mercilesse woman
For heere all other titles lost away
With her, see her lodg'd within the Castle.
Enter Dametas and a guard with Philoclea and Pyrocles at one doore, at the other Enter the Rebells with Musidorus and Pamela.
Dam.
Heere they are my Lord
Cap.
Where is the King?
Philon.
New uprores.
Dam.
My charge, 'tis
Pamela, my Lord
Philonax 'tis
Pamela Philon, Pamela and
Philoclea
Cap.
Yes my Lord we suspected they were running away
[Page] together and therefore in hope of his maiesties pardon
Py.
Musidorus and thy sister under guard?
Mus.
Pyrocles and
Philoclea prisoners too?
Philon.
Looke heere unnaturall children, for I cannot pronounce you Innocent, this circumstance betrayes your guilt, see where your king and father lyes a cold patterne for a tombe
Pam.
Dead?
Phi.
Oh we are miserable
Pyr.
Basilus dead?
Mus.
Slaine
Philon.
He was murder'd, and you are accessaries
Sure I have seene your face; were not you call'd
Zelmane
the Amazon?
Pyr.
I was.
Philon.
Disguises, injurious villaine
Prophaner of all hospitable lawes
Pyr.
I am not loose to answer thee
Dam.
And this was my man
Dorus my Lord, a ha have I found you sirra, you sent me abroad to be a gold-finder.
Philon.
You have done service worthy all your pardons.
Now in my rage I could prevent the Law
And sacrifice their treachrous bloods my selfe
To this reverend hearse.
Mus.
You are transported
Philonax
But that I have compassion for the death
Of that good King I could laugh at thee.
Philon.
Hence, load them with Irons, Ladies you must both
Be patient to be confinde untill
You cleere yourselves.
Pam.
What sawcie fellowe's that?
Meant you me
Philonax, vnhand those prisoners
Philon.
Away with'em I command
Pam.
Yet stay and heare me
As you did love
Basilius heare his daughter,
This insolence doth interupt the teares
Due to my deere dead father, and inforces
Me, since he thus forgets, to declare to you
With confidence who I am, I am
Pamela
The eldest daughter of
Basilius
Your Queene if I mistake not, since my father
[Page]Is dead, to whose memorie these pious dropps
Fall as the tribute of my griefe, who then
Shall be obay'd, he that was trusted with
My fathers power, which in his death is cancell'd
Or I your naturall princesse?
Dam.
Vmh, my charge speakes to the purpose.
Pam.
Have you found so much sweetenesse in the raigne
You borrowed of my father, that you would
Vsurpe now he is dead? I have not signed
Any commission for your office, how
Dare you then in my presence command any
To prison, nay like a bould insolent traitor
Talke of confining me? we are mercifull
To let you keepe your proud heade on.
Reb.
What will be come of us?
Dam.
You shall have cleane halters.
Pam.
But in the justice to my royall father,
Snatch'd hence untimely from us, since you attempt
To charge them with his death, we give you space
To live and to accuse them, they shall be
Our prisoners, ith meane time t'will become
Your person to goe home and study how
To play the Advocate when you are call'd
By us, and the grave lawes, you are dismis'd.
Philon.
I am astonish'd, doe you not wonder with me
To heare the daughter of our late good King
Lost to her filiall pietie, this comes.
To neere apracide
Pamela. Contrie-men
It is apparent they have all conspird
The death of the old king, me thinks I heare
His groanes confirme it, if you suffer such
A treason passe
Arcadia will become
The scorne of all the world, nor ever shall
Any good prince; trust his life amongest you,
For my Ambition, all the angells know
How tedious the houres have beene, since I
Was forc'd to take this kingdomes weight upon me.
But let not ceremony to the daughter.
[Page]Whose title I dispute not shame our duties
To him that was her father and our Master.
Poyson'd, yes poyson'd by those men that have
No names, and will betray in our remisnes
The honor of these Ladies and our countrie
As they have done his pretious life already,
As you are good men let them be arraign'd
If they be innocent their goodnes will
Protect them, but if guilty let them dye
Like slaves unpittied.
Reb.
A
Philonax, a
Philonax
Pam.
Dare ye all be traytors then?
Philon.
This your great love reviues me, then convey
All to the Castle, but command these two
As traytors to be made safe, the ladies shall
Be vnder mild restraint.
Pyr.
Villaines
Mus.
You lives shall deerely answer this.
We must obay the tyrant, were our hands
At liberty, and arm'd with our good swords
We should not off so tamely.
Exit.
Dam.
Come away traytors.
Philon.
Well remember'd you.
Are not to be discharg'd, lodge himsafe too.
Dam.
Who I, he does not meane me, my Lord these fellowes.
Phi.
Take him a way, a traytor with the rest,
Enter Messenger.
Dam.
Away away
Reb.
So you must sir
Dam.
Would I might never see my wife and children in my right wits, if I be a traytor that's enough my Lord, the'il carry me away too.
Reb.
De'e remember a cleane halter? come on sir.
Exit
Phi.
King
Evarchus saist?
Mess.
He has but a small traine my lord.
Phi.
Alas he comes to late to visit, but
Most seasonable to be a judgein this
Great cause, take gently up thatroyall body
Whose soules a starre already, all that we
Can pay is justice to his memorie.
Exeunt
Actus Quintus.
Enter Smipathus, Pamela, Philoclea.
Pam.
GOod Master jaylor you might be so curteous in your office to let vs see these Gentlemen,
Sim.
Madam I dare not,
Pam.
'Tis well you dare obay King
Philonax and be a rebell to me, the time may come you will repent.
Sim.
Confident that you will keepe your princely words not to interupt or change any discourse with 'em, I have brought you where you may tho at some distance heare 'em, they are preparing for musique, 'tis all I dare consent to, neither durst I tell them you should be with in reach of their voyces
Pam.
Well sir we are content
Song
Phi.
Weel speake with'em but in your hearing,
Pam.
Doe not intreate him sister, pray have a speciall remembrance to let'em want aire and necessaries, youl' forfeit your place if you make conscience to be over honest to'em.
Sim.
I am sorrie Madam you accuse my nature
Which never yet was observ'd cruell, I
Would be as just to your commands.
Pam.
So it seemes
Sim.
Were these misfortunes over
Pam.
Good sir no tedious excuses nor Apollogy but proceede you and your great Master
Philonax, and he will make you his treasurer, or trust you with his great seale, you cannot choose but be an excellent keeper.
Phi.
What will become of us?
Pam.
Nay what will become at'h Princes, there's my feare, would they were free againe, and had but their good swords to second their innocence, I am mad to thinke what a condition we are falne to, prithee
Philoclea shed some teares for me, if I weepe now it must be for anger that we cannot help 'em, but let the gray-beards looke too't, for if they suffer, unlesse they send me of an errand after them, not a head that nodded to their sentence, shall know where to finde Shoulders to support'em
Phi.
'Las sister I want drops for my owne greefe
My fathers death,
Pum.
My father, that that hath open'd
The spring agen
Ph
[...].
And although guilty of his bloud, for so
[Page]They say our mother hath confest her selfe
I must in dutie weepe for her.
Pam.
My mother
That word strikes double sorrow, and doth call
A floud to drown my eyes, shall we not see her?
Phi.
She could not kill him sure, did ever greefe
So soone make such a paire of Orphants, our
Fortunes are so strange and thicke, posterity
Will thinke our storie fiction, and yet
It seemes th'are not so great to breake our hearts
A'th suddaine, I would willingly dye too
But I remember
Pyrocles
Pam.
And I my deere lov'd
Musidorus, at which name
My teares dry up, and blacke revenge prepares
Thy throne within my bloud, but
Simpathus
Sim.
Madam
Pam.
Are not the Princes sent for yet?
Sim.
Not yet
Pam.
I prithee tell me how they looke; what say they to thee?
Phi.
Doe they name us?
Sim.
It hath been all their question, how both their
Princely mistrisses doe fare, for so
They call you Ladyes, when I answer well
Their joy shootes up in prayers that you may still
Continue safe.
Phi.
Doe they not raile sometimes and curse?
Sim.
I never heard'em
Pam.
Canst thou be such a foole then to beleeve
They are murderers?
Sim.
I doe not beleeve they are
Pam.
Doe not if thou darst be a Knave, and try if the Divell will beare you out in't, we must not see'em
Sin.
Alas Madam
Pam.
Nor speake to our mother,
Sim.
I am commanded
Pam.
Thou shat not deny us a little discourse with
Dametas my old governor since we have no other company.
Sim.
You shall
Phi.
His presence could be never more unwelcome
Beside his follies will but ill agree
With our affliction
Pam.
They cannot hurt
Vs sister I have a brest as deepely charg'd
As thine although I flatter it, 'tis no sinne
To enable vs for bearing—how de'e Governor?
Enter Dametas
Dam.
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How dee Madam, 'een as you see, as ill as this iron age can make a man
Pam.
What will they doe with thee?
Dam.
They cannot use me worse then they have; for I am hang'd in chaines already, I have had three whippings into the bargaine to, if they hold such a hand over me long, I shall never be able to sleepe in a whole skin.
Pam.
Had you any hand in my fathers death?
Dam.
Hand, I was so farre from having any hand, that I had not so much as a finger in't, no your mother poisond him with a base violl.
Phi.
Oh misery!
Dam.
But Madam, I did not thinke you had been so dishonest, and you had meant to runne away with any body I thought you would have told me so, but I see a woman and a wet eele have both slipperie tailes.
Pam.
You ran away from me.
Dam.
Who I runne? I was'never so good a foote man in my life, alas I was tould by that rascall
Dorus where a great deale of gold was buried, and I went simply with a resolution after I came home to build halfe a dozen Churches, but now I heare say there is a Gallowes built to my hands, and I must hang ding dong like a bell in the wodden steeple.
Pam.
Speake well of
Dorus sirra, you had more neede to pray for him.
Dam.
Heaven convert him then, and tho he live when I am dead he may be rotten as soone as I
Phi.
Who sent you sirra to my Chamber?
Dam.
Sent me, the Divell; and I ha thriv'd accordingly, would my wife had broke her necke when I tooke you together.
Pam.
Your wife.
Dam.
Or my daughter, or you or any body to save the loose of my owne sweete Madam speake a good word for me, and Ile— speake annother for you, my evidence will be heard, and I care Not what I sweare; 'tis not for the King hee's dead, I looke Every minute for a voyce to call me to the Sessions.
Within. Dametas
Dam.
Hey there'tis already, as ever you hope to be married while your maiden heads are sweete; save me from the Gallowes, for if I be once hang'd I shall never be my owne man ag
[...]n.
Exit.
Phi.
They are very hasty to arraigne em,
Pyrocles
[Page]There's nothing left me now but prayers for thee
With which Ile wearie heaven or tire my selfe
For thy successe.
Recorders,
Pam.
I wo ld doe so but I
Flourish.
Feare my revenge will kill my charity.
Exeunt, Enter Evarchus, Philonax and Slmpathus, The Bere.
Euax.
My Lord your sorrow and not my ambition
Hath made me Iudge to day, therefore attend
The proofe of your election, I came
With purpose of a visit to your Master
But now salute his hearse, and weare a title
Of your Protector, in whch name I gave command
The prisoners should be sent for.
Sim.
'Tis done, and they are readie;
Philon.
My Lord my part to day is to accuse
And not side in compassion.
Enter Gynecia, Mufidorus, Pyrocles and Dam
[...]tas guarded: a Barre set out.
Eu.
That the Queene?
Philon.
Yes, My Lord
Eu.
She shewes a much deiected Lady.
Philon.
Has she not cause?
Eu.
Those the pretended Princes?
Of comely presence both, what's he?
Philon.
Dametas to whose trust the King gave up
Pamela his eldest daughter.
Eu.
Where is she?
Philon.
Accompanied with her sister in the Castle
Their presence might occasion some tumult,
Nor doe the
Arcadian Lawes allow proceeding
Against the next of bloud, as they permit not
She should determine anything her selfe
Till yeares or marriage enable her.
Dam.
I will forgive thee
Philonax for more malice then thou hast brought against my life, for being so honest to
Pamela,
Philon.
Sir I looke not for your thankes
Pyr.
As you are honorable, I beseech you
I'th name of sacred Iustice, ere you further
Proceed against our facts declare what you
Determine of
Philolea, who is all Innocence
And most unjustly suffers, tho in thought
[Page]You doubt ther virgin honor
Eu.
She must become a recluse
And all her life with strict profession
Of Chastity repaire her blemish'd honor.
Pyr.
A Vestall?
Not if I live, yet if I die it carries
This comfort none hereafter shall enjoy
The faire
Philoclea.
Eu.
Now to the Queene
Philon.
Madam stand to the barre.
Gy.
My barr indeede which I have laide my selfe
To bring my honor to a fall and ruine
Oh my deere Lord my teares doe now enbalme thee,
My blood shall quickly follow.
Philon.
As you are just
Let not her sorrow tempt you to forget
What sin she hath committed, I want words
To expresse the horror of the deede which will
Throw shame on all her sex.
Gy.
Stay
Philonax sh'at have.
What thou desirest, I have been a judge already
Vpon my selfe and doe not desire life,
That am condem'd by my owne killing sentence
I doe againe confesse I was the murderer
Of your and my Lord, robd
Arcadia and
My children of a father, I, none but I
Poyson'd
Basilius
Pyr.
Palladius dost heare?
Mus.
Vnfortunate Lady,
Gy.
And what could
Philonax say more against me?
There remaines onely to obay your Iudgement
Which cannot come in any shape of death
Too horrid for my sinne I'me very weary
Of this bad world, be just and take a life
From me that else will groane it selfe away
And mocke your Iustice.
Philon.
You heare my Lord?
Evar.
And thus proceede to sentence
Having confest, to spare your proofe how much
She hath offended, an example to all times
We censure thus, she shall presently
Be carried to prison where she may
Have foode but only to sustaine her life
Vntill her husbands buriall, with whom
[Page]In the same vault she shall be clos'd alive
To keepe his body company from which
Her cruelty divorc'd his soule,
Gy.
Ya're Iust.
Pyr.
My heart weepes for her
Mus,
'Tis a severe sentence.
Gy.
Who binds my hands?
Basilius I come
To de a living guest in thy sad tombe.
Exit.
Philon.
The others to the barre
Eva.
What are their names?
Pyr.
Daiphantas of
Licia mine
Mus.
Mine
Palladius of
Iberia.
Ev.
We do not dispute their titles heere, they are
Privat persons, you may proceede.
Phil.
I shall, and with as much brevitie
Ev.
Choose whom you'l first accuse.
Philon.
Then first this
Daiphantas, this
Zelmane
This what you will, for he hath yet no name
Nor shape that we can trust to, having knowledge
Of our late masters solitary life,
Came not without a purpose of this treachery
And by the cunning of
Gynecia
Ith habit of a woman was received
As an unsuspected guest, enjoy'd the freedome,
Of those whom the King plac'd neerest his bosome,
His children not more deere, treason thus fortified
They soone conspird the death of this good King,
A cave this Gentlewomans, lodging was
The fatall sceane where the unhappy Queene
By his direction forc'd his deere life from him
I omit what lustfull motive prompted her
That with more licence she might twine with this
Hermophrodite, and that they had appointed
Where they might meete when this blacke deede was done,
But heaven was mercifull and prevented her
Flight by the happy comming in of Shepheards
In the meane time transported with the confidence
Of her performance, that he might not leave
[Page]Any revenger of this hatefull murder
He hastily makes up to
Philocleas Chamber,
Whereby the mingling (what he could) her shame
With his offence, he easily might enforce
Her to be accessarie to her fathers death,
And under her protection, and her sisters
(Gainst whom they knew we were not to rebell)
So
[...]e with one gripe the state, but heaven preserv'd
All by the unexpected comming up
Of this
Dametas.
Dam.
Yes heaven and I preserv'd all.
Philon.
Who sought then for
Pamela
Which the other Princely theefe had stolen away,
And finding these, I meane
Philoclea
And this young man together, found occasion
To inclose the ravisher till by command
They were apprehended: thus you have in short
His wicked storie, and what punishment
Will not be thought a mercy to that monster
That kills a King, dishonoreth a Queene,
And violates the daughter?
Pyr.
In things promoted with such cunning mixture
'Tis hard to shape a square and direct answer.
My accusers sordid and malicious railing
More greevious to my tender sence of honor
Then death can be, I forget him
A thing beneath my anger and arm'd with
My owne simplicity doubt not to assure
How much my cause is iniur'd, know Grave Iudge
This prince and I drawne hither by the fame
Of the rare beauties in
Basilius daughters
Knowing that with their parents they liv'd heere
Secluded from the world, where no accesse
In our owne persons was to be expected,
Put on these formes as soonest might conduce
To make our loves knowne: this
Palladius
Became so fortunate that his Princely Mistris
Consented to forsake, and trust his conduct
[Page]To a happier kingdome: my fortune
Was not so happy, for I did not cherrish
A greater flame, yet modest, of
Philoclea
Then her weake father in my sex deceiv'd
Retain'd of me, that tyr'd with his solicites
I had no time to perfect my desires
With his faire daughter,
Till under collour of some devotions
I made a cave my lodging to invite
Basilius thether, with full hope to enjoy me,
But this revealing to the Queene, she tooke
My place to make the old King see his follies.
In the meane time I must confesse I went
To bright
Philocleas Chamber hoping to
Win her by all the charmes of noble love
To leave
Arcadia; but she unhappily
Obeying her owne Genius gave no
Consent, when in the midst of my securitie
I know not by what meanes I was made prisoner.
And heere's the thred to guide through this laborinth,
Me thinkes your man of mightie tongue should blush
To have spent his rage so poorely.
Ev.
What ic all this to the death of the old King?
Pyr.
By all the gods I am innocent
The Queene hath absolu'd me, as for
Philoclea
If you will call't a cryme in that I lov'd her
I am and shall be guiltie, but had never
A thought so rude to force her unstain'd chastity:
Or if the honor of this excellent Lady
Suffer it'h blind opinion of the world
Our marriage not my death may cure all wounds
Malice can fasten on her name.
Philon.
Oh impudence.
Ev.
If this be all you have to say proceede
To his confederate.
Philon.
The imagination how miserable
These juglers would have made us and our Country
If their disguise had prosper'd, strikes a terror
[Page]Through all my faculties, my tongue's enfeebled.
Therefore to omit his practice in the murder
Which you may easily collect by circumstance
This is enough to call him a foule traytor
He did attempt to steale a way out princesse
The hope and treasure of
Arcadia
And taken in the fact dares not deny it,
Had he no other cry me to answer for
This pulls severe death on him, and to insist
Vpon offences of so foule a nature
Were to distrust your wisdome or your Iustice.
Thou to ther shame of mankinde speake to this.
Mus.
Not for thy sake who in this misery
Hast only merrited to be my scorne
But for the truth I answer, pardon sir
If passion make me not remember language
That should become this place, this ill tongu'd man
That with such vehemence accuseth thus
Is himselfe guilty.
Philon.
How?
Mus.
Of a more hatefull vice, ingratitude.
Is this the paiment for our services
Which once thy tongue acknowledged had desev'd
Statues to the eternall memory
Of the preservers of your King and Country?
Is all the vallor of this young man cancell'd
When Rebells had advanc'd their daring swords
High as the throat of your old King, his wife
And trembling daughters, is the time forgotten
When wild beasts had prepared their riotous mawes
To bury the deere pledges of your kingdome?
Oh where had been my treason or his rape
Had they been then devourd? the ground has not
Drunke up the blood so perfectly, but there
Remaines a coulour to teach impious men
To blush for their ingratitude, have we
Beene carelesse of our lives to preserve
The King when danger threatend horror to him
[Page]And can a temperate man imagine we
Should be his murderers, we had not sav'd
To be our selves the hangmen? but I'me charg'd
For stealing of your Princesse, can your breathes
Acknowledge her your Soveraigne, and allow
No faith to what she sayes, you have degraded
My blood from honor, and vnlesse you make me
Lesse then her subject I was bound to obay
When she commanded I should waite upon her,
But you'l object I counsell'd her, I did
And justifie the act, she was confinde
Too narrowly, and I durst leade her to
A throane above the Majesty her birth
Can challenge in
Arcadia, love whose force
The gods have not resisted may plead for me.
Ev.
Is this all?
Mus.
Tho it want method'tis enough to vindicate
My honor from his base aspertion.
Ev.
To him you call
Dametas
Dam.
Not guilty my Lord, as I hope to be sav'd not guilty.
Philon.
Neglect of the great charge with which the King
Our Master trusted him summes up his fault.
Dam.
I was made a gould-finder, I desire Iustice for him and
Mercy for my selfe.
Philon.
Silence.
Eu.
I have heard you with attention, and whereas
To the Kings death (the unhappy cause of this
Assembly) you have answer'd with deniall
Which you thinke fortified by the Queenes
Selfes only accusation, I must tell you
It frees you not, for tho no manifest proofes
Yet circumstances well examin'd make you
The accidentall causes of his murder.
For the other part of your offence I finde not
You have deny'd your guilt, but onley use
Quallification and excuse; your services
In themselves high and honorable, allow you
No priviledge to offend, but give your blacke, faults
[Page]A blacke die; then justly weighing your offence, you meete
In equall guilt, for tho you first conveid
Away
Pamela, his intention was
Earely as yours, and by the rules of justice
The will stands for the act, both ravished
Although not of the Ladies from themselves
Yet from their parents and their countrie, which
By all the
Grecian Lawes is paid with death.
Thus then I must pronounce
Daiphantas shall
Be throwne from some high tower to meere his death,
Palladius loose his head before Sunne-set
The executioner shall be
Dametas
Which office of the common hangman he
Shall for his whole life execute, a punishment
For his neglect of duty.
Dam.
must I be hangman? oh brave, heaven preserve your Lordship, I shall quickly learne the trade, and if ever any of your honors have occasion to use me, I will owe you a good turne, and in token I have beene bound to you the knot of my dutifull affection, shall tella tale in your eare you shall thanke me when you are hang'd, come your wayes, but I beseech your Lordship, I may be allow'd a man some times I would be loath to hange or to behead my selfe, my wife or my owne kindred, but if it happen there be more worke then he can turne his hands to, I will not sticke with him to hang my selfe, provide you malefactors and let me alone for halters.
Enter Callander and Calodoulus
Cala.
Hold stay the prisoners my Lord Protector
Calo.
Oh my Lord
Mus.
My servant
Calodoulus by thy duty
Reveale us not.
Calo.
Let me rather be dumbe eternally
Then two such princes be lost by my silence.
Ev.
My sonne and Nephew are they living?
Calo.
Your owne
Pyrocles and his Princely Nephew,
Cala.
Aske your father blessing, unhand'em rascalls.
Philon.
The two most famous Princes in the world.
Mus.
'Tis
Evarchus thy father
Pyrocles, my vncle king of
Macedon, all yee gods, my heart is extaside with ioy.
Pyr.
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My father
Ev.
My blessing and my teares you both divide.
Witnesse with me, yee immortall powers this day
I have done nothing, but what justice and
Your native lawes require, without the knowledge
How neere they were to my owne blood, but since
They are prou'd my Sonne and Nephew
Endow'd by nature richly, and how merriting
The fame and love of all the world before
This accident, I leave to your owne thoughts,
Besides these two I have no joyes of life.
Cala.
Excellent
Evarchus; why did you change your names?
Pyr.
To prevent the dishonor of our blood
If we had suffer'd
Ev.
But I have judg'd already and if right
I have not wrong'd, vnlesse the name
Of child have power to alter sacred Iustice
You both must dye, though when I speake your death
It creeps upon my heart.
Mus.
We dreame, is this thy father
Pyrocles?
Ev.
Away with em.
Mus.
'Tis most tyranicall he is thy sonne.
Thou wot not be a murderer of thy owne?
Make not thy name hated of all the world
When it shall say hereafter
Pyrocles
Had no fault in him but he was thy sonne.
Pyr.
For me I am his owne and being so
Dispos'd of by his Iustice; to whom rather
I hop'd to have been a comfort then a shame
I kisse my sentence; but you cannot place
Your Kinsman in the sacrifice his mother
And countrie pleade a title he is theirs
Oh save my princely cosen
Ev.
Sure I shannot live
Long after them, and Gentlemen if I dye
Before I leave
Arcadia let my ashes
Mingle with theirs:
Bas.
oh oh oh
Dam.
My Lord, Gentlemen, there's something stirs and groan
[...] Come backe.
Ev.
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Basilius
alive, assist him Philonax.
He breathes, what
[...] of joy runne through me?
Send for
Gynecia and his daughters.
Bas
Why am I supported thus like a dead man?
What are you?
Ev.
Evarc
[...]us your old friend.
Bas.
I ha seene that face before,'tis like sweete
Zelmane.
Ev.
My sonne
Pyr.
But was a conterfeit
Zelmane.
Bas.
Wonders, and you?
Ev.
My Nephew, prince of
Thessaly
Enter Gynecia, Pamela and Philoclea,
Mus.
Tho
[...] your servant
Doru
[...]
Bas.
Very strange;
Gynecia
Gy.
My deere Lord return'd
A thousand kisses welcome him to life
Which I was wearie of in thy losse.
Bas.
My daughters
Pam.
Oh my father
Bas.
Are you
Philonax?
Ev.
Your trusty servant
Philon.
The oracle is accomplish'd.
Bas.
You amase me, let me collect
Phi.
Oh my sweet
Pyrocles
Pam.
We shall not be divor'd I hope agen
Pyr.
I am your servant ever
Mus.
Devinest Mistris
Ev.
Your soules I see are married
Let me present these princes to be your sonnes
Bas.
Is this reall?
Gy.
'Tis dangerous to expect the storie.
I fear'd the drinke, but it may be his vertue
To encrease his love to me, Ile tell you more within sir.
Philon.
Let me obtaine your pardons
Ev.
To his Chamber
[...] him gently
Bas.
All is strange.
Mus.
Never was day so full of happy change
Florish:
FINIS.