THE CORONATION. A Comedy.

The Persons represented in the Play.

Philocles. Lisander. Cassander. Lisimachus. Antigonu. Arcadius. Macarius. Seleucus. Queen. Charilla. Polidora. Nestorius. Eubulus. A Bishop. Polianus. Sophia. Demetrius. Gentlemen and Gentlewomen. Servants and Attendants.

PROLOGUE.

Since 'tis become the Title of our Play, A woman once in a [Coronation may] With pardon, speak the Prologue, give as free A welcome to the Theatre, as he That with a little Beard, a long black Cloak, With a starch'd face, and supple leg hath spoke Before the Plays the twelvemonth, let me then Present a welcome to these Gentlemen, If you be kind, and noble, you will not Think the worse of me for my Petticote: But to the Play, the Poet bad me tell His fears first in the Title, lest i[t] swell Some thoughts with expectation of a strain, That but once could be seen in a Kings Reign, This Coronation, he hopes you may See often, while the genius of his Play, Doth prophesie, the Conduits may run Wine, When the days triumph's ended, and divine Brisk Nectar swell his Temple[s] to a rage, With something of more price t' invest the Stage. There rests but to prepare you, that although It be a Coronation, there doth flow No undermirth, such as doth lard the Scene For course delight the language here is clean. And confident, our Poet bade me say, He'll bate you but the folly of a Play. For which, although dull souls his Pen despise, Who thinks it yet too early to be wise. The nobler will thank his Muse, at least Excuse him, cause his thought aim'd at the best, But we conclude not, it does rest in you. To censure Poet, Play, and Prologue too. But what have I omitted? is there not A blush upon my cheeks that I forgot The Ladies, and a Femal Prologue too? Your pardon noble Gentlewomen, you Were first within my thoughts, I know you sit As free, and high Commissioners of wit, Have clear, and active souls, nay, though the men Were lost in your eyes, they'll be found agen, You are the bright intelligences move, And make a harmony this sphere of Love, Be you propitious then, our Poet says, Our wreath from you, is worth their grove of Bayes:

Actus Primus. Scæna Prima.

Enter Philocles and Lisander.

Phi. Make way for my Lord Protector. Lisan. Your graces servants.

Enter Cassander, and Lisimachus.

Cas. I like your diligent waiting, where's Lisimachus? Lisi. I wait upon you, Sir. Cas. The Queen looks pleasant This morning, does she not? Lis. I ever found Her gracious smiles on me. Cas. She does consult Her safety in't, for I must tell thee boy, But in the assurance of her love to thee, I should advance thy hopes another way, And use the power I have in Epire, to Settle our own, and uncontrouled greatness; But since she carries her self so fairly, I am content to expect, and by her marriage Secure thy fortune, that's all my ambition Now, be still careful in thy applications To her, I must attend other affairs, Return, and use what Art thou canst to lay More charms of love upon her. Lis. I presume She always speaks the language of her heart, And I can be ambitious for no more Happiness on earth, than she encourages Me to expect. Cas. It was an act becoming The wisdom of her Father to engage A tye between our Families, and she Hath play'd her best discretion to allow it; But we lose time in conference, wait on her, And be what thou wert born for, King of Epire, I must away. [Exit. Lis. Success ever attend you. Is not the Queen yet coming forth? Lisa. Your servant, You may command our duties, This is the Court Star, Philocles. Phi. The Star that we must sail by. Lisa. All must borrow A light from him, the young Queen directs all Her favours that way. Phi. He's a noble Gentleman, And worthy of his expectations: Too good to be the son of such a Father. Lisa. Peace, remember he is Lord Protector. Phil. We have more need of Heavens Protection I' th' mean time, I wonder the old King Did in his life, design him for the office. Lisa. He might expect his faith, I have heard when The King, who was no Epirote, advanc'd His claim, Cassander, our Protector now, Young then, oppos'd him toughly with his faction, But forc'd to yield, had fair conditions, And was declar'd by the whole State, next heir; If the King wanted issue, our hopes only Thriv'd in this daughter. Phi. Whom but for her smiles And hope of marriage with Lisimachus, His Father, by some cunning, had remov'd E'r this. Lisa. Take heed, the Arras may have ears I should not weep much if his grace would hence Remove to Heaven. Phi. I prethee what should he do there? Lisa. Some Offices will fall. Phi. And the Skie too, e'r I get one stair higher While he's in place.

Enter Antigonus.

Ant. Lisander, Philocles, How looks the day upon us? where's the Queen? Phi. In her bed-chamber. Ant. Who was with her? Lisa. None but the young Lord Lisimachus. Ant. 'Tis no treason If a man wish himself a Courtier Of such a possibility: he has The mounting fate. Phi. I would his Father were Mounted to th' gallows. Ant. He has a path fair enough, If he survive by title of his Father. Lisa. The Queen will hasten his ascent. Phi. Would I were Queen. Ant. Thou wou'dst become rarely the petticoat, What wou'dst thou do? Phi. Why, I wou'd marry My Gentleman usher, and trust all the strength And burden of my State upon his legs, Rather than be call'd wife by any son Of such a Father. Lisa. Come, let's leave this subject, We may find more secure discourse; when saw You young Arcadius, Lord Macarius's Nephew? Ant. There's a spark, a youth moulded for a Favourite, The Queen might do him honor. Phi. Favourite, 'tis too cheap a name, there were a match Now for her Virgin blood. Lisa. Must every man That has a handsome face or leg, feed such Ambition: I confess I honor him, He has a nimble soul, and gives great hope To be no woman-hater, dances handsomly, Can court a Lady powerfully, but more goes To th' making of a Prince. He's here And's Uncle.

Enter Arcadius, Macarius, Seleucus.

Sel. Save you Gentlemen, who can direct me To find my Lord Protector? Lisa. He was here Within this half hour, young Lisimachus His Son is with the Queen. Sel. There let him compliment, I have other business, ha, Arcadius! [Exit. Phi. Observ'd you, with what eyes Arcadius And he saluted, their two families Will hardly reconcile. Ant. Seleucus carries Himself too roughly; with what pride and scorn He past by 'em. Lisa. Th'other with less shew Of anger, carries pride enough in's soul, I wish 'em all at peace, Macarius looks Are without civil war, a good old man, The old King lov'd him well, Seleucus Father Was as dear to him, and maintain'd the character Of an honest Lord through Epire: that two men So lov'd of others, should be so unwelcome To one another. Arc. The Queen was not wont to send for me. Mac. The reason's to her self, It will become your duty to attend her. Arc. Save you Gentlemen, what novelty Does the Court breathe to day? Lisa. None Sir, the news That took the last impression is, that you Purpose to leave the Kingdom, and those men, That honor you, take no delight to hear it. Arc. I have ambition to see the difference Of Courts, and this may spare; the delights At home do surfet, and the Mistriss, whom We all do serve, is fixt upon one object, Her beams are too much pointed, but no Countrey Shall make me lose your memories.

Enter Queen, Lisimachus, Macarius, Charilla.

Qu. Arcadius. Mac. Your Lordship honor'd me, I have no blessing in his absence. Lis. 'Tis done like a pious Uncle. Qu. We must not Give any licence. Arc. If your Majesty Would please. Qu. We are not pleas'd, it had become your duty, To have first acquainted us, e'r you declar'd Your resolution publick, is our Court Not worth your stay? Arc. I humbly beg your pardon. Qu. Where's Lysimachus? Lis. Your humble servant, Madam. Qu. We shall find Employment at home for you, do not lose us. Arc. Madam, I then write my self blest on earth When I may do you service. Qu. We would be private, Macarius. Mac. Madam, you have blest me, Nothing but your command could interpose to Stay him. Qu. Lisimachus, You must not leave us. Lisa. Nothing but Lisimachus? has she not Ta'en a philter? Qu. Nay, pray be cover'd, Ceremony from you, Must be excus'd. Lisi. It will become my duty. Qu. Not your love? I know you would not have me look upon Your person as a Courtier, not as Favorite; That Title were too narrow to express How we esteem you. Lis. The least of all These names from you, Madam, is grace enough. Qu. Yet here you wou'd not rest? Lis. Not if you please: To say there is a happiness beyond, And teach my ambition how to make it mine, Although the honors you already have Let fall upon your servant, exceed all My merit; I have a heart is studious To reach it with desert, and make i[f] possible Your favor's mine by justice, with your pardon. Qu. We are confident this needs no pardon, Sir, But a reward to cherish your opinion, And that you may keep warm your passion, Know we resolve for marriage, and if I had another gift, beside my self, Greater, in that you should discern, how much My heart is fixt. Lis. Let me digest my blessing. Qu. But I cannot resolve when this shall be. Lis. How Madam? do not make me dream of Heaven, And wake me into misery, if your purpose Be, to immortalize your humble servant, Your power on earth's divine, Princes are here The copies of Eternity, and create, When they but will our happiness. Qu. I shall Believe you mock me in this argument, I have no power. Lis. How, no power? Qu. Not as a Queen. Lis. I understand you not. Qu. I must obey, your Father's my Protector. Lis. How? Qu. When I am absolute, Lisimachus, Our power and Titles meet, before, we are but A shadow, and to give you that were nothing. Lis. Excellent Queen, My love took no original from State, Or the desire of other greatness, Above what my birth may challenge modestly, I love your virtues; mercenary souls Are taken with advancement, you've an Empire Within you, better than the worlds, to that Looks my ambition. Qu. T'other is not, Sir, To be despis'd, Cosmography allows Epire, a place i' th' Map, and know till I Possess what I was born to, and alone Do grasp the Kingdoms Scepter, I account My self divided, he that marries me Shall take an [a]bsolute Queen to his warm bosom, My temples yet are naked, until then Our Loves can be but compliments, and wishes, Yet very hearty ones. Lis. I apprehend. Qu. Your Father.

Enter Cassander and Seleucus.

Cas. Madam, a Gentleman has an humble suit. Qu. 'Tis in your power to grant, you are Protector, I am not yet a Queen. Cas. How's this? Lis. I shall expound her meaning. Qu. Why kneel you, Sir? Sel. Madam, to reconcile two families That may unite, both Counsels and their blood To serve your Crown. Qu. Macarius, and Eubulus That beare inveterate malice to each other. It grew, as I have heard, upon the question Which some of either family had made Which of their Fathers was the best Commander: If we believe our stories, they have both Deserved well of our state, and yet this quarrel Has cost too many lives, a severe faction. Sel. But I'll propound a way to plant a quiet And peace in both our houses, which are torn With their dissentions, and lose the glory Of their great names, my blood speaks my relation To Eubulus, and I wish my veins were emptied To appease their war. Qu. Thou hast a noble soul, This is a charity above thy youth, And it flows bravely from thee, name the way. Sel. In such a desperate cause, a little stream Of blood might purge the foulness of their hearts If you'll prevent a deluge. Qu. Be particular. Sel. Let but your Majesty consent that two May with their personal valour, undertake The honor of their family, and determine Their difference. Qu. This rather will inlarge Their hate, and be a means to call more blood Into the stream. Sel. Not if both families Agree, and swear— Qu. And who shall be the Champions? Sel. I beg the honor, for Eubulus cause To be ingag'd, if any for Macarius, Worthy to wager heart with mine, accept it, I am confident, Arcadius, For honor would direct me to his sword, Will not deny, to stake against my life His own, if you vouchsafe us priviledge. Qu. You are the expectation, and top boughs Of both your houses, it would seem injustice, To allow a civil war to cut you off, And your selves the instruments, besides You appear a soldier; Arcadius Hath no acquaintance yet with rugged war, More fit to drill a Lady, than expose His body to such dangers: a small wound I'th' head, may spoil the method of his hair, Whose curiosity exacts more time, Than his devotion, and who knows but he May lose his ribond by it in his lock, Dear as his Saint, with whom he would exchange His head, for her gay colours; then his band May [b]e disorder'd, and transform'd from Lace To Cutwork, his rich cloaths be discomplexioned With bloud, beside the infashionable slashes: And at the next Festival take Physick, Or put on black, and mourn for his slain breeches: His hands cas'd up in gloves all night, and sweet Pomatum: the next day may be endanger'd To blisters with a sword, how can he stand Upon his guard, who hath Fidlers in his head, To which, his feet must ever be a dancing? Beside a falsify may spoil his cringe, Or making of a leg, in which consists Much of his Court-perfection. Sel. Is this Character Bestow'd on him? Qu. It something may concern the Gentleman, Whom if you please to challenge To Dance, play on the Lute, or Sing. Sel. Some [catch]? Qu. He shall not want those will maintain him For any sum. Sel. You are my Sovereign, I dare not think, yet I must speak somewhat, I shall burst else, I have no skill in Jiggs, Nor Tumbling. Qu. How Sir? Sel. Nor was I born a Minstrel, and in this you have So infinitely disgrac'd Arcadius. But that I have heard another Character, And with your royal Licence do believe it, I should not think him worth my killing. Qu. Your killing? Sel. Does she not jeer me; I shall talk treason presently, I find it At my tongues end already, this is an Affront, I'll leave her. Qu. Come back, do you know Arcadius? Sel. I ha' chang'd but little breath with him; our persons Admit no familiarity; we were Born to live both at distance, yet I ha' seen him Fight, and fight bravely. Qu. When the spirit of Wine Made his brain valiant, he fought bravely. Sel. Although he be my enemy, should any Of the gay flies that buzze about the Court, Sit to catch trouts i'th' summer, tell me so, I durst in any presence but your own. Qu. What? Sel. Tell him he were not honest. Qu. I see Sele[u]cus, thou art resolute, And I but wrong'd Arcadius, your first Request is granted, you shall fight, and he That conquers be rewarded, to confirm First place and honor to his Family: Is it not this you plead for? Sel. You are gracious. Qu. Lisimachus. Lis. Madam. Cas. She has granted then? Sel. With much ado. Cas. I wish thy sword may open His wanton veins, Macarius is too popular, And has taught him to insinuate. Qu. It shall But haste the confirmation of our loves, And ripen the delights of marriage, Seleucus. [Exit cum Sel. Lis. As I guest, It cannot be too soon. Cas. To morrow then we crown her, and invest My Son with Majesty, 'tis to my wishes, Beget a race of Princes, my Lisimachus. Lis. First, let us marry, Sir. Cas. Thy brow was made To wear a golden circle, I'm transported, Thou shalt rule her, and I will govern thee. Lis. Although you be my Father, that will not Concern my obedience, as I take it.

Enter Philocles, Lisander, and Antigonus.

Gentlemen, Prepare your selves for a solemnity Will turn the Kingdom into triumph, Epire Look fresh to morrow, 'twill become your duties In all your glory, to attend the Queen At her Coronation, she is pleased to make The next day happy in our Calendar, My office doth expire, and my old blood Renews with thought on't. Phi. How's this? Ant. Crown'd to morrow. Lisa. And he so joyful to resign his Regency, There's some trick in't, I do not like these hasty Proceedings, and whirls of state, they have commonl[y] As strange and violent effects; well, heaven save the Queen. Phi. Heaven save the Queen, say I, and send her a sprightly Bed-fellow, for the Protector, let him pray for Himself, he is like to have no benefit of my devotion. Cas. But this doth quicken my old heart, Lisimachus, There is not any step into her throne, But is the same degree of thy own state; Come Gentlemen. Lisa. We attend your grace. Cas. Lisimachus. Lisi. What heretofore could happen to mankind Was with much pain to climb to heaven, but in Sophias marriage of all Queens the best, Heaven will come down to earth, to make me blest. [Exe.

Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima.

Enter Arcadius and Polydora.

Pol. Indeed you shall not go. Arc. Whither? Pol. To travel, I know you see me, but to take your leave, But I must never yield to such an absence. Arc. I prethee leave thy fears, I am commanded To th' contrary, I wonot leave thee now. Pol. Commanded? by whom? Arc. The Queen. Pol. I am very glad, for trust me, I could think Of thy departure with no comfort, thou Art all the joy I have, half of my soul, But I must thank the Queen now for thy company, I prethee, what could make thee so desirous To be abroad? Arc. Only to get an appetite To thee Polidora. Pol. Then you must provoke it. Arc. Nay, prethee do not so mistake thy servant. Pol. Perhaps you surfeit with my Love. Arc. Thy love? Pol. Although I have no beauty to compare With the best faces, I have a heart above All competition. Arc. Thou art jealous now, Come let me take the kiss I gave thee last, I am so confident of thee, no Lip Has ravisht it from thine; I prethee come To Court. Pol. For what? Arc. There is the throne for beauty. Pol. 'Tis safer dwelling here. Arc. There's none will hurt, Or dare but think an ill to Polydora, The greatest will be proud to honor thee. Thy luster wants the admiration here: There thou wot shine indeed, and strike a reverence Into the gazer. Pol. You can flatter too. Arc. No praise of thee can be thought so, thy virtue Will deserve all, I must confess, we Courtiers Do oftentimes commend to shew our Art, There is necessity sometimes to say, This Madam breaths Arabian Gumms, Amber and Cassia; though while we are praising, We wish we had no nostrils to take in Th' offensive steam of her corrupted Lungs. Nay, some will swear they love their Mistriss, Would hazard lives and fortunes, to preserve One of her hairs brighter than Berinices; Or young Apollo's, and yet after this, A favour from another toy would tempt him To laugh, while the officious hangman whips Her head off. Pol. Fine men. Arc. I am none of these, Nay, there are women Polidora, too That can do pretty well at flatteries; Make men believe they dote, will languish for 'em, Can kiss a Jewel out of one, and dally A carcanet of Diamonds from another, Weep into th' bosome, of a third, and make Him drop as many Pearls; they count it nothing To talk a reasonable heir within ten days Out of his whole Estate, and make him mad He has no more wealth to consume. Pol. You'll teach me To think I may be flattered in your promises, Since you live where this Art is most profest. Arc. I dare not be so wicked Polidora, The Infant errors of the Court I may Be guilty of, but never to abuse So rare a goodness, nor indeed did ever Converse with any of those shames of Court, To practise for base ends; be confident My heart is full of thine, and I so deeply Carry the figure of my Polydora, It is not in the power of time or distance To cancel it, by all that's blest I love thee: Love thee above all women, dare invoke A curse when I forsake thee. Pol. Let it be some Gentle one. Arc. Teach me an oath I prethee, One strong enough to bind, if thou dost find Any suspition of my faith, or else Direct me in some horrid imprecation: When I forsake thee for the love of other Women, may heaven reward my apostacy To blast my greatest happiness on earth, And make all joys abortive. Pol. Revoke these hasty syllables, they carry Too great a penalty for breach of Love To me, I am not worth thy suffering, You do not know, what beauty may invite Your change, what happiness may tempt your eye And heart together. Arc. Should all the graces of your sex conspire In one, and she should court [me], with a Dowry, Able to buy a Kingdom, when I give My heart from Polidora. Pol. I suspect not, And to requite thy constancy, I swear. Arc. 'Twere sin to let thee waste thy breath I have assurance of thy noble thoughts.

Enter a Servant.

Serv. My Lord, your Uncle hath been every where I' th' Court inquiring for you, his looks speak Some earnest cause. Arc. I am more acquainted with Thy virtue, than to imagine thou wilt not Excuse me now, one kiss dismisses him Whose heart shall wait on Polidora prethee Let me not wish for thy return too often, My Father.

Enter Nestorius, and a servant.

Nes. I met Arcadius in strange haste, he told me He had been with thee. Pol. Some affair too soon Ravish'd him hence, his Uncle sent for him You came now from Court: how looks the Queen This golden morning? Nes. Like a Bride, her soul Is all on mirth, her eyes have quick'ning fires, Able to strike a spring into the earth, In winter. Pol. Then Lisimachus can have No frost in's blood, that lives so near her beams. Nes. His politick Father the Protector smiles too, Resolve to see the ceremony of the Queen 'Twill be a day of state. Pol. I am not well. Nes. How! not well? retire then, I must return My attendance is expected, Polidora, Be careful of thy health. Pol. It will concern me. [Exit.

Enter Arcadius, and Macarius.

Arc. You amaze me, Sir. Mac. Dear Nephew, if thou respect thy safety My honor, or my age, remove thy self, Thy life's in danger. Arc. Mine? who's my enemy? Mac. Take horse, and instantly forsake the City, Or else within some unsuspected dwelling, Obscure thy self, stay not to know the reason. Arc. Sir, I beseech your pardon, which i' th' number Of my offences unto any, should Provoke this dishonourable flight? Mac. I would, when I petition'd for thy stay, I had pleaded for thy banishment, thou knowst not What threatens thee. Arc. I would desire to know it, I am in no conspiracy of treason, Have ravish'd no mans Mistriss, not so much As given the lye to any, what should mean Your strange and violent fears, I will [n]ot stir Until you make me sensible I have lost My innocence. Mac. I must not live to see Thy body full of wounds, it were less sin To rip thy Fathers Marble, and fetch from The reverend vault, his ashes, and disperse them By some rude winds, where none should ever find The sacred dust: it was his Legacy, The breath he mingled with his prayers to Heaven I [sh]ould preserve Arcadius, whose fate He prophesied in death, would need protection, Thou wot disturb his ghost, and call it to Affright my dreams, if thou refuse to obey me. Arc. You more inflame me, to enquire the cause Of your distraction, and you'll arm me better Than any coward flight by acquainting me Whose malice aims to kill me, good Sir tell me. Mac. Then prayers and tears assist me. Arc. Sir. Mac. Arcadius, Thou art a rash young man, witness the spirit Of him that trusted me so much, I bleed, Till I prevent this mischief. [Exit.

Enter Philocles, Lisander.

Arc. Ha, keep off. Phi. What mean you, Sir? Lis. We are your friends. Arc. I know your faces, but Am not secure, I would not be betraid. Lis. You wrong our hearts, who truly honor you. Arc. They say I must be kill'd. Phi. By whom? Arc. I know not, nor wou'd I part with life so tamely. Phi. We dare engage ours in your quarrel, hide Your sword, it may beget suspition, It's enough to question you. Arc. I am confident; Pray pardon me, come, I despise all danger: Yet a dear friend of mine, my Uncle told me He would not see my body full of wounds. Lis. Your Uncle, this is strange. Arc. Yes, my honest Uncle, If my unlucky Stars have pointed me So dire a fate. Phi. There is some strange mistake in't.

Enter Antigonus.

Ant. Arcadius, the Queen would speak with you, You must make haste. Ar[c]. Though to my death, I flie Upon her summons I give up my breath Then willingly, if she command it from me. Phi. This does a little trouble me. Lis. I know not What to imagine, something is the ground Of this perplexity, but I hope there is not Any such danger as he apprehends.

Enter Queen, Lisimachus, Macarius, Eubulus, Seleucus, Arcadius, Ladies, Attendants and Gent.

Qu. We have already granted to Seleucus And they shall try their valour, if Arcadius Have spirit in him to accept the challenge, Our Royal word is past. Phi. This is strange. Eub. Madam, my son knew not what he ask'd, And you were cruel to consent so soon. Mac. Wherein have I offended, to be rob'd At once, of all the wealth I have, Arcadius Is part of me. Eub. Seleucus's life and mine Are twisted on one thred, both stand or fall Together, hath the service for my Countrey Deserved but this reward, to be sent weeping To my eternal home? Was't not enough When I was young, to lose my bloud in wars, But the poor remnant that is scarcely warm And faintly creeping through my wither'd veins Must be let out to make you sport. Mac. How can We, that shall this morn see the sacred oyl, Fall on your Virgin tresses, hope for any Protection hereafter, when this day You sacrifice the blood of them that pray for you. Arcadius, I prethee speak thy self, It is for thee I plead. Eub. Seleucus, kneel And say thou hast repented thy rash suit; If e'er I see thee fight, I be thus wounded, How will the least drop forc'd from thy veins, Afflict my heart. Mac. Why, that's good; Arcadius, speak to her; hear him Madam. Arc. If you call back this honor you have done me I shall repent I live, doe not perswade me: Seleucus, thou art a noble enemy, And I will love thy soul, though I despair Our bodies friendly conversation: I would we were to tugg upon some cliffe, Or like two prodigies i'th' air, our conflict Might generally be gaz'd at, and our bloud Appease our grandsires ashes. Mac. I am undone. Sel. Madam, my father says I have offended, If so, I beg your pardon, but beseech you For your own glory, call not back your word. Eub. They are both mad. Qu. No more, we have resolv'd, And since their courage is so nobly flam'd, This morning we'll behold the Champions Within the List, be not afraid, their strife Will stretch so far as death, so soon as we Are Crown'd, prepare your selves, Seleucus. [Kisses her hand. Sel. I have receiv'd another life in this high favour, And may lose what nature gave me. Qu. Arcadius, to encourage thy young valour, We give thee our Fathers sword. Command it from our Armory; Lisimachus, To our Coronation. [Exeunt. Sel. I'll forfeit My head for a rebellion, than suffer it. [Exit. Arc. I am circled with confusions, I'll do somewhat My brains and friends assist me. [Exit. Phi. But do you think they'll fight indeed? Lis. Perhaps Her Majesty will see a bout or two. And yet 'tis wondrous strange, such spectacles Are rare i'th' Court, and they were to skirmish naked Before her, then there might be some excuse. There is gimcracks in't, the Queen is wise Above her years. Phi. Macarius is perplex'd.

Enter Eubulus.

Lis. I cannot blame him, but my Lord Eubulus Returns, they are both troubled, 'las good men, But our duties are expected, we forget. [Ex. Phil. Lis. Eub. I must resolve, and yet things are not ripe, My brains upon the torture. Mac. This may quit The hazard of his person, whose least drop Of blood, is worth more than our families. My Lord Eubulus, I have thought a way To stay the young mens desperate proceedings, It is our cause they fight, let us beseech The Queen, to grant us two the priviledge Of Duel, rather than expose their lives To eithers fury; it were pity they Should run upon so black a destiny, We are both old, and may be spar'd, a pair Of fruitless trees, mossie, and wither'd trunks, That fill up too much room. Eub. Most willingly, And I will praise her charity to allow it; I have not yet forg[o]t to use a sword, Let's lose no time, by this act, she will licence Our souls to leave our bodies but a day, Perhaps an hour the sooner; they may live To do her better service, and be friends When we are dead, and yet I have no hope This will be granted, curse upon our faction. Mac. If she deny us— Eub. What? Mac. I wou'd do somewhat— Eub. There's something o' th' suddain struck upon My imagination that may secure us. Mac. Name it, if no dishonor wait upon't To preserve them, I'll accept any danger. Eub. There is no other way, and yet my heart Would be excus'd, but 'tis to save his life. Mac. Speak it Eubulus. Eub. In your ear I shall, It sha'not make a noise if you refuse it. Mac. Hum? though it stir my bloud, I'll meet Arcadius, If this preserve thee not, I must unseal Another mistery. [Exit.

Enter Queen, Lisimachus, Cassander, Charilla, Lisander, Philocles, Antigonus.

Qu. We owe to all your loves, and will deserve At least by our endeavours, that none may This day repent their prayers, my Lord Protector. Cas. Madam, I have no Such Title now, and am blest to lose That name so happily: I was but trusted With a glorious burden. Qu. You have prov'd Your self our faithful Counsellor, and must still Protect our growing state: a Kingdoms Scepter Weighs down a womans arm, this Crown sits heavy Upon my brow already, and we know There's something more than mettal in this wreath, Of shining glory, but your faith, and counsel, That are familiar with mysteries, And depths of state, have power to make us fit For such a bearing, in which both you shall Doe loyal service, and reward your Duties. Cas. Heaven preserve your Highness. Qu. But yet my Lords and Gentlemen, let none Mistake me, that because I urge your wisdoms, I shall grow careless, and impose on you The managing of this great Province, no, We will be active too, and as we are In dignity above your persons, so, The greatest portion of the difficulties We call to us, you in your several places Relieving us with your experience, Observing in your best directions All modesty, and distance; for although We are but young, no action shall forfeit Our royal priviledge, or encourage any Too unreverent boldness; as it will become Our honor to consult, e'r we determine Of the most necessary things of state, So we are sensible of a check, But in a brow, that saucily controuls Our action, presuming on our years As few, or frailty of our sex; that head Is not secure, that dares our power or justice. Phi. She has a brave spirit, look how the Protector Grows pale already. Qu. But I speak to you Are perfect in obedience, and may spare This Theme, yet 'twas no immat[eriall] Part of our character, since I desire All should take notice, I have studied The knowledge of my self, by which I shall Better distinguish of your worth and persons In your relations to us. Lis. This language Is but a threatening to some body. Qu. But we miss some, that use not to absent Their duties from us, where's Macarius? Cas. Retir'd to grieve, your Majesty hath given Consent, Arcadius should enter the List To day with young Seleucus. Qu. We purpose

Enter Gentleman.

They shall proceed, what's he? Phil. A Gentleman belonging to Seleucus that gives notice He is prepar'd, and waits your royal pleasure. Qu. He was compos'd for action, give notice To Arcadius, and admit the challenger: Let other Princes boast their gaudy tilting, And mockery of battles, but our triumph Is celebrated with true noble valour.

Enter Seleucus, Arcadius, at several doors, their Pages before them, bearing their Targets.

Two young men spirited enough to have Two kingdoms staked upon their swords, Lisimachus Do not they excellently become their arms? 'Twere pity but they should do something more Then wave their plumes. [A shout within. What noise is that?

Enter Macarius, and Eubulus.

Mac. The peoples joy to know us reconcil'd, Is added to the jubile of the day, We have no more a faction but one heart, Peace flow in every bosom. Eub. Throw away These instruments of death, and like two friends Embrace by our example. Qu. This unfein'd? Mac. By our duties to your self, dear Madam Command them not advance, our houses from This minute are incorporated; happy day Our eyes at which before revenge look'd forth, May clear suspition, oh my Arcadius! Eub. We have found a nearer way to friendship, Madam, Than by exposing them to fight for us. Qu. If this be faithful, our desires are blest. We had no thought to waste, but reconcile Your bloud this way, and we did prophesie This happy chance, spring into eithers bosom, Arcadius and Seleucus, what can now Be added to this days felicity? Yes, there is something, is there not my Lord? While we are Virgin Queen. Cas. Ha, that string Doth promise Musick. Qu. I am yet my Lords Your single joy, and when I look upon, What I have took, to manage the great care Of this most flourishing kingdom, I incline To think I shall do justice to my self, If I choose one, whose strength and virtue may Assist my undertaking, think you Lords, A Husband would not help? Lis. No question, Madam, And he that [you purpose to make] so blest Must needs be worthy of our humblest duty, It is the general vote. Qu. We will not then Trouble Ambassadors to treat with any Princes abroad, within our own dominion, Fruitful in honor, we shall make our choice; And that we may not keep you over long In th[e] imagination, from this circle, we Have purpose to elect; one, whom I shall Salute a King and Husband. Lisa. Now my Lord Lisimachus. Que. Nor shall we in this action be accus'd Of rashness, since the man we shall declare Deserving our affection, hath been early In our opinion, which had reason first To guide it, and his known nobility Long marry'd to our thoughts, will justifie Our fair election. Phi. Lisimachus blushes. Cas. Direct our duties, Madam, to pray for him. Que. Arcadius, you see from whence we come, Pray lead us back, you may ascend. [She comes from the State. Cas. How's this? o're-reach'd? Arc. Madam, be charitable to your humblest creature, Doe not reward the heart, that falls in duty Beneath your feet, with making me the burden Of the Court-mirth, a mockery for Pages, 'Twere Treason in me but to think you meane thus. Que. Arcadius, you must refuse my love, Or shame this Kingdom. Phi. Is the wind in that corner? Cas. I shall run mad Lisimachus. Lisi. Sir, contain your self. Sel. Is this to be believ'd? Mac. What dream is this? Phi. He kisses her, now by this day I am glad on't. Lisa. Mark the Protector. Ant. Let him fret his heart-strings. Que. Is the day cloudy on the sudden? Arc. Gentlemen, It was not my ambition, I durst never Aspire so high in thought, but since her Majesty Hath pleas'd to call me to this honor, I Will study to be worthy of her grace, By whom I live. Que. The Church to morrow shall Confirme our marriage, noble Lisimachus; We'll find out other wayes to recompence Your love to us, set forward, come Arcadius. Mac. It must be so, and yet let me consider. Cas. He insults already, policy assist me, To break his neck. Lisi. Who would trust Woman? Lost in a pair of minutes, lost, how bright A morning rose, but now, [and now] 'tis night? [Exeunt.

Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima.

Enter Polidora, and a Servant.

Pol. Oh where shall Virgins look for faith hereafter? If he prove false, after so many vowes? And yet if I consider, he was tempted Above the strength of a young Lover, two Such glorious courting his acceptance, were Able to make disloyalty no sin, At least not seem a fault, a Lady first, Whose very looks would thaw a man more frozen Than the Alps, quicken a soul more dead than Winter, Add to her beauty and perfection, That she's a Queen, and brings with her a Kingdom Able to make a great mind forfeit Heaven. What could the frailty of Arcadius Suggest, to unspirit him so much, as not To fly to her embraces, you were present When she declar'd her self. Ser. Yes Madam. Pol. Tell me, Did not he make a pause, when the fair Queen A full temptation stood him? Ser. Very little My judgment could distinguish, she did no sooner Propound, but he accepted. Pol. That was ill, He might with honor stand one or two minutes, Me thinks it should have startled him a little, To have rememberd me, I have deserv'd At least a cold thought, well, pray give it him. Ser. I shall. Pol. When? Ser. Instantly. Pol. Not so, But take a time when his joy swels him most, When his delights are high and ravishing, When you perceive his Soul dance in his eyes, When she that must be his hath drest her beauty, With all her pride, and sends a thousand Cupids To call him to the tasting of her lip; Then give him this, and tell him, while I live, I'll pray for him. Ser. I shall. [Exeunt.

Enter Cassander, and Lisimachus.

Cas. There is no way but death. Lisi. That's black, and horrid, Consider, Sir, it was her sin, not his; I cannot accuse him, what man could carry A heart so frozen, not to melt at such A glorious flame? Who could not fly to such A happiness? Cas. Have you ambition To be a tame fool? see so vast an injury And not revenge it? make me not suspect Thy Mother for this sufferance, my Son. Lis. Pray hear me, Sir. Cas. Hear a patient gull, A property, thou hast no blood of mine, If this affront provoke thee not, how canst Be charitable to thy self, and let him live To glory in thy shame? Nor is he innocent; He had before crept slily into her bosome, And practised thy dishonor. Lisi. You begin to stir me, Sir. Cas. How else could she be guilty Of such contempt of thee? and in the eye Of all the Kingdom, they conspir'd this stain, When they had cunning meetings, shall thy love And blooming hopes be scatter'd thus, and Lisimachus Stand idle gazer? Lisi. What, Sir, will his death Advantage us, if she be false to me? So irreligious, and to touch her person— Pause, we may be observed.

Enter Philocles, and Lisander.

Lisa. 'Tis the Protector And his son. Phi. Alas, poor Gentleman, I pitty His neglect, but am not sorry for his Father. ['Tis] a strange turne. Lisa. The whirligigs of Women. Phi. Your Graces servant. Cas. I am yours Gentlemen, And should be happy to deserve your loves. Phi. Now he can flatter. Lisa. In't Sir, to inlarge your sufferings, I have A heart doth wish The Q[u]een had known better to reward Your love and merit. [Lisi.] If you would express Your love to me, pray do not mention it, I must obey my fate. Phi. She will be married To t'other Gentleman for certain then? Cas. I hope you'll wish 'em joy. Phi. Indeed I will, Sir. Lisa. Your Graces servant. [Exit. Cas. We are grown Ridiculous, the pastime of the Court: Here comes another.

Enter Seleucus.

Sel. Where's your Son, my Lord? Cas. Like a neglected servant of his Mistress. Sel. I would ask him a question. Cas. What? Sel. Whether the Queen, As 'tis reported, lov'd him, he can tell Whether she promis'd what they talke of, marriage. Cas. I can resolve you that, Sir. Sel. She did promise? Cas. Yes. Sel. Then shee's a Woman, and your Son; Cas. What? Sel. Not worthy his blood, and expectation, If he be calme. Cas. There's no opposing destiny. Sel. I would cut the Throat. Cas. Whose throat? Sel. The destinies, that's all, your pardon, Sir, I am Seleucus still, a poor shadow Oth' World, a walking picture, it concerns Not me, I am forgotten by my stars. Cas. The Queen, with more discretion, might ha chosen Thee. Sel. Whom? Cas. Thee, Seleucus. Sel. Me? I cannot dance, and frisk with due activity, My body is lead, I have too much phlegme, what should I do with a Kingdome? no, Arcadius Becomes the cushion, and can please, yet setting Aside the trick that Ladies of Blood look at, Another Man might make a shift to weare Rich Clothes, sit in the chair of state, and nod, Dare venture on discourse, that does not trench On compliment, and think the study of Armes And Arts, more commendable in a Gentleman, Than any Galliard. Cas. Arcadius, And you, were reconcil'd. Sel. We? yes, oh yes, But 'tis not manners now to say we are friends, At our equality there had been reason, But now subjection is the word. Cas. They are not Yet married. Sel. I'll make no Oath upon't, My Lord Lisimachus, A word, you'll not be angry if I love you, May not a Batchellor be made a Cuckold? Lisi. How, Sir? Cas. Lisimachus, this Gentleman Is worth our embrace, hee's spirited, And may be useful. Sel. Hark you, can you tell Where's the best Dancing-master? and you mean To rise at Court, practise to caper, farewel The noble science, that makes work for cutlers, It will be out of fashion to weare swords, Masques, and devices welcome, I salute you, Is it not pitty any division Should be heard out of Musick? Oh 'twill be An excellent age of crotchets; and of Canters. Buy Captains, that like fools will spend your blood Out of your Country, you will be of less Use than your feathers, if you return unman'd You shall be beaten soon to a new march, When you shall think it a discretion To sell your glorious buffes to buy fine pumps, And pantables, this is I hope no treason.

Enter Arcadius leading the Queen, Charia, Eubulus, Lisander, Philocles, Polidora, servant.

Cas. Wot stay Lisimachus? Lisi. Yes, Sir, And shew a patience above her injury. Arc. This honor is too much, Madam, assume Your place, and let Arcadius waite still: 'Tis happiness enough to be your servant. Cas. Now he dissembles. Que. Sir, you must sit. Arc. I am obedient. Que. This is not Musick Sprightly enough, it feeds the soul with melancholy. How sayes Arcadius? Arc. Give me leave to think There is no harmony but in your voice, And not an accent of your heavenly tongue, But strikes me into rapture, I incline To think, the tale of Orpheus no fable, 'Tis possible he might inchant the Rocks, And charme the Forrest, soften hell, hell it self, With his commanding Lute, it is no miracle To what you work, whose very breath conveyes The hearer into Heaven, how at your lips, Day-winds gather Perfumes, proudly glide away, To disperse sweetness round about the world. Sel. Fine stuff. Que. You cannot flatter. Arc. Not, if I should say, Nature had plac'd you here the creatures wonder, And her own spring, from which all excellence On Earth's deriv'd, and copyed forth, and when The character of fair, and good in others Is quite worne out, and lost, looking on you It is supply'd, and you alone made mortal To feed, and keep alive all beauty. Sel. Ha, ha, Can you indure it Gentlemen? Lisa. What do you meane? Sel. Nay, ask him what he meanes, mine is a down Right laugh. Que. Well, Sir, proceed. Arc. At such bright eyes the stars do light themselves, At such a forehead Swans renew their white, From such a lip the morning gathers blushes. Sel. The morning is more modest than thy praises, What a thing does he make her? Arc. And when you flie to Heaven and leave this world No longer maintenance of goodness from you: Then Poetry shall lose all use with us, And be no more, since nothing in your absence Is left, that can be worthy of a Verse. Sel. Ha, ha. Que. Whose that? Sel. 'Twas I, Madam. Arc. Seleucus? Cas. Ha? Sel. Yes, Sir, 'twas I that laugh'd. Arc. At what? Sel. At nothing. Lisa. Contain your self, Seleucus. Eub. Are you mad? Que. Have you ambition to be punish'd, Sir? Sel. I need not, 'twas punishment Enough to hear him make an Idol of you, he left Out the commendation of your patience, I was a little Mov'd in my nature, to hear his Rodomontados, and Make a monster of his Mistress, which I pitty'd first, But seeing him proceed, I guest he brought you Mirth with his inventions, and so made bold to laugh at it. Que. You are sawcy, We'll place you where you sha'not be so merry, Take him away. Lisa. Submit your self. Arc. Let me plead for his pardon. Sel. I wo'd not owe my life so poorly, beg thy own, When you are King you cannot bribe your destiny. Eub. Good Madam hear me, I fear he is distracted, Brave boy, thou should'st be Master of a soul Like his: thy honors more concern'd. Sel. 'Tis charity, A way wo' mee, 'boy Madam? Cas. He has a daring spirit. [Ex. Sel. Eub. Cas. Arc. These, and a thousand more affronts I must Expect: your favors draw them all upon me; In my first state I had no enemies, I was secure, while I did grow beneath This expectation, humble valleys thrive with Their bosomes full of flowers, when the Hills melt With lightning, and rough anger of the clouds, Let me retire. Que. And can Arcadius At such a breath be mov'd, I had opinion Your courage durst have stood a tempest for Our love, can you for this incline to leave What other Princes should in vain have sued for? How many Lovers are in Epire now Would throw themselves on danger, not expect One enemy, but empty their own veins, And think the loss of all their blood rewarded, To have one smile of us when they are dying? And shall this murmur shake you? Arc. Not dear Madam, My life is such a poor despised thing, In value your least graces, that To lose it were to make my self a victory, It is not for my self, I fear: the envy Of others cannot fasten wound in me Greater, than that your goodness should be check'd So daringly. Que. Let not those thoughts afflict thee, While we have power to correct the offences, Arcadius be mine, this shall confirm it. Arc. I shall forget, And lose my way to heaven, that touch had been Enough to have restor'd me, and infus'd A spirit of a more celestial nature, After the tedious absence of my soul, Oh bless me not too much, one smile a day Would stretch my life to mortality; Poets that wrap divinity in tales, Look here, and give your coppies forth of angels, What blessing can remain? Que. Our Marriage. Arc. Place then some horrors in the way For me, not you, to pass, the journeys end Holds out such glories to me, I should think Hell but a poor degree of suffering for it, What's that, some petition? a Letter to me. You had a Polidora, ha, that's all. Ith' minu[t]e when my vessels new lanch'd forth, With all my pride, and silken wings about me I strike upon a Rock: What power can save me? You had a Polidora; there's a name Kill'd with grief, I can so soon forget her. Ser. She did impose on me this service, Sir, And while she lives she sayes, shee'll pray for you. Arc. She lives, That's well, and yet 'twere better, for my fame, And honor, she were dead; What fate hath plac'd me Upon this fearful precipice? Ser. He's troubled. Arc. I must resolve, my faith is violated Already, yet poor loving Polidora Will pray for me, she sayes, to think she can Render me hated to my self, and every Thought's a tormentor, let me then be just. Que. Arcadius. Arc. That voice prevailes agen, oh Polidora, Thou must forgive Arcadius, I dare not Turn rebel to a Princess, I shall love Thy vertue, but a Kingdom has a charme To excuse our f[r]ailty, dearest Madam. Que. Now set forward. Arc. To perfect all our joyes.

Enter Macarius, and a Bishop, Casander.

Mac. I'll fright their glories. Cas. By what means? Mac. Observe. Arc. Our good Unckle, welcome. Que. My Lord Macarius, we did want your person, There's something in our joyes wherein you share. Mac. This you intend your highness wedding day. Que. We are going. Mac. Save you labor I have brought a Priest to meet you. Arc. Reverend Father. Que. Meet us, Why? Mac. To tell you, that you must not Marry. Cas. Didst thou hear that, Lisimachus? Lisi. And wonder what will follow. Que. We must not marry. Bish. Madam, 'tis a rule First made in heaven, and I must needs declare You and Arcadius must tie no knot Of Man and Wife. Arc. Is my Unckle mad? Que. Joy has transported him, Or age has made him dote, Macarius Provoke us not too much, you will presume Above our mercy. Mac. I'll discharge my duty, Could your frown strike me dead, my Lord, you know Whose character this is. Cas. It is Theodosius, Your graces Father. Bis. I am subscribed a witness. Phi. Upon my life 'tis his. Mac. Fear not, I'll cross this Match. Cas. I'll bless thee for't. Arc. Unckle, d'ee know what you do, or what we are Going to finish? you will not break the neck of my glorious Fortune, now my foots ith' stirrup, and mounting, Throw me over the saddle? I hope you'll let one Be a King, Madam, 'tis as you say, My Unckle is something craz'd, there's a worm In's brain, but I beseech you pardon him, he is Not the first of your counsel, that has talk'd Idly, d'ee hear my Lord Bishop, I hope You have more Religion than to joyn with him To undoe me. Bis. Not I Sir, but I am commanded by oath, And conscience to speak truth. Arc. If your truth should do me any harm, I shall never Be in charity with a Croziers staffe, look too't. Que. My youngest Brother. Cas. Worse and worse, my brains. [Exit. Mac. Deliver['d] to me an Infant with this writing, To which this reverend Father is a witness. Lisa. This he whom we so long thought dead, a childe? Que. But what should make my Father to trust him To your concealment? give abroad his death, and bury An empty coffin? Mac. A jealousie he had Upon Cassander, whose ambitious brain He fear'd would make no conscience to depose His son, to make Lisimachus King of Epire. Que. He made no scruple to expose me then To any danger? Mac. He secur'd you, Madam, By an early Engagement of your affection To Lisimachus, exempt this testimony, Had he been Arcadius, and my Nephew, I needed not obtrude him on the state, Your love and marriage had made him King Without my trouble, and sav'd that ambition, There was necessity to open now His birth, and title. Phi. Demetrius alive. Arc. What riddles are these, Whom do they talk of? Omn. Congratulate your return to life, and honor, And as becomes us, with one voice salute you, Demetrius King of Epire. Mac. I am no Uncle, Sir, this is your Sister, I should have suffer'd incest to have kept you Longer ith' dark: love, and be happy both, My trust is now discharg'd. Lisa. And we rejoyce. Arc. But do not mock me, Gentlemen, May I be bold upon your words to say I am Prince Theodosius Son? Mac. The King. Arc. You'll justifie it? Sister, I am very glad to see you. Sop. I am to find a brother, and resign my glory, My triumph is my shame. [Exit.

Enter Cassander.

Cas. Thine ear Lisimachus. Arc. Gentlemen I owe Unto your loves, as large acknowledgment As to my birth, for this great honor, and My study shall be equal to be thought Worthy of both. Cas. Thou art turn'd Marble. Lisi. There will be the less charge for my Monument. Cas. This must not be, sit fast young King. [Exit. Lisi. Your sister, Sir, is gone. Arc. My sister should have been my Bride, that name Puts me in mind of Polidora, ha? Lisander, Philocles, Gentlemen, If you will have me think your hearts allow me Theodosius son, oh quickly snatch some wings, Express it in your haste to Polidora, Tell her what title is new dropt from heaven To make her rich; onely created for me: Give her the ceremony of my Queen, With all the state that may become our Bride, Attend her to this throne; Are you not there? Yet stay, 'tis too much pride to send for her, Wee'll go our self, no honor is enough For Polidora, to redeem our fault, Salute her gently from me, and, upon Your knee, present her with this Diadem, 'Tis our first gift, tell her Demetrius follows To be her guest, and give himself a servant To her chast bosome, bid her stretch her heart To meet me, I am lost in joy and wonder. [Exeunt Omnes.

Actus Quartus. Scæna Prima.

Enter Cassander, Eubulus, Soldier.

Cas. Where's the Captain of the Castle? Sol. Hee'll attend your honors presently. Cas. Give him knowledge we expect him. Sol. I shall, my Lord. [Exit. Cas. He is my creature, fear not, And shall run any course that we propound. Eub. My Lord, I like the substance of your plot, 'Tis promising, but matters of this consequence Are not so easily perfect, and it does Concern our heads to build upon secure Principles, though Seleucus, I confess, Carry a high, and daring spirit in him, 'Tis hard to thrust upon the state new setled Any impostor, and we know not yet Whether hee'll undertake to play the Prince; Or if he should accept it, with what cunning He can behave himself. Cas. My Lord, affairs Of such a glorious nature, are half finish'd, When they begin with confidence. Eub. Admit He want no art, [n]or courage, it must rest Upon the people to receive his title, And with what danger their uncertain breath May flatter ours, Demetrius scarcely warm In the Kings seat, I may suspect. Cas. That reason Makes for our part, for if it be so probable, That young Demetrius should be living, Why May not we work them to believe, Leonatus, The eldest son was, by some trick, preserv'd, And now would claim his own: there were two sons, Who in their Fathers life we supposed dead, May not we find a circumstance to make This seem as clear as t'other, let the vulgar Be once possest, wee'll carry Epire from Demetrius, and the World. Eub. I could be pleas'd To see my Son a King.

Enter Poleanus.

The Captain's here. Pol. I waite your Lordships pleasure. Cas. We come to visit your late prisoner: I will not doubt, but you intreat him fairly, He will deserve it for himself, and you Be fortunate in any occasion, To have exprest your service. Pol. Sir, the knowledge Of my honorable Lord his Father, will Instruct me to behave my self with all Respects becoming me, to such a son. Cas. These things will least Oblige you, but how bears he his restraint? Pol. As one whose soul's above it. Eub. Patiently? Pol. With contempt rather of the great command Which made him prisoner, he will talke sometimes So strangely to himself. Eub. Hee's here.

Enter Seleucus.

Sel. Why was I born to be a subject? 'tis Soon answer'd, sure my Father was no Prince, That's all: the same ingredients use to make A Man, as active, though not royal blood Went to my composition, and I Was gotten with as good a will perhaps, And my birth cost my Mother as much sorrow, As I had been born an Emperor. Cas. While I look Upon him, something in his face presents A King indeed. Eub. He does resemble much Theodosius too. Cas. Whose son we would pretend him, This will advance our plot. Sel. 'Tis but a name, And mere opinion, that prefers one man Above another, I'll imagine then I am a Prince, or some brave thing on Earth, And see what follows: but it must not be, My single voice will carry it, the name Of King must be attended with a troop Of acclamations, on whose ayrie wings He mounts, and once exalted, threatens Heaven, And all the stars: how to acquire this noise, And be the thing I talke of, men have rise[n] From a more cheap nobility to Empires, From dark originals, and sordid blood, Nay some that had no fathers, sons of the earth, And flying people, have aspir'd to Kingdoms, Made nations tremble, and have practis'd frowns To awe the world, their memory is glorious, And I would hug them in their shades, but what's All this to me, that am I know not what, And less in expectation? Pol. Are you serious? Cas. Will you assist, and run a fate with us. Pol. Command my life, I owe it to your favor. Sel. Arcadius was once as far from being As I, and had we not so cunningly Been reconcil'd, or one, or both had gone To seek our fortunes in another world; What's the device now? If my death be next, The summons shall not make me once look pale. Cas. Chide your too vain suspitions, we bring A life, and liberty, with what else can make Thy ambition happy, th'ast a glorious flame, We come to advance it. Sel. How? Cas. Have but a will, And be what thy own thoughts dare prompt thee to, A King. Sel. You do not mock me Gentlemen? You are my Father, Sir. Eub. This minute shall Declare it, my Seleucus, our hearts swell'd With joy, with duty rather, oh my boy! Sel. What's the mistery? Pol. You must be a King. Cas. Seleucus, stay, thou art too incredulous, Let not our faith, and study to exalt thee, Be so rewarded. Eub. I pronounce thee King, Unless thy spirit be turn'd coward, and Thou faint to accept it. Sel. King of what? Cas. Of Epire. Sel. Although the Queen, since she sent me hither, Were gone to Heaven I know not how, That title could devolve to me. Cas. We have No Queen, since he that should have married her, Is prov'd her youngest brother, and now King In his own title. Sel. Thank you Gentlemen, There's hope for me. Cas. Why, you dare fight with him And need be, for the Kingdom. Sel. With Arcadius? If you'll make stakes, my life against his crown, I'll fight with him, and you, and your fine Son, And all the Courtiers one after another. Cas. 'Two'not come to that. Sel. I am of your Lordships mind, so fare you well. Cas. Yet stay and hear— Sel. What? that you have betray'd me: Do, tell your King, my life is grown a burden, And I'll confess, and make your souls look pale, To see how nimble mine shall leap this battlement Of flesh, and dying, laugh at your poor malice. Omnes. No more, long live Leonatus King of Epire. Sel. Leonatus, Who's that? Cas. Be bold, and be a King, our brains have been Working to raise you to this height, here are None but friends, dare you but call your self Leonatus, and but justifie with confidence What we'll proclaime you, if we do not bring The Crown to your head, we [w]ill forfeit ours. Eub. The state is in distraction, Arcadius Is prov'd a King, there was an elder brother, If you dare but pronounce, you are the same, Forget you are my son. Pol. These are no trifles, Sir, all is plotted, To assure your greatness; if you will be wise, And take the faire occasion that's presented. Sel. Arcadius, you say, is lawful King, And now to depose him, you would make me An elder brother, is't not so? Cas. Most right. Sel. Nay, right or wrong, if this be your true meaning. Omnes. Upon our lives. Sel. I'll venture mine, but with your pardon, Whose brain was this? from whom took this plot life? Eub. My Lord Cassander. Sel. And you are of his mind? and you? and think This may be done? Eub. The destinies shall not cross us, if you have Spirit to undertake it. Sel. Undertake it? I am not us'd to compliment, I'll owe My life to you, my fortunes to your Lordship, Compose me as you please, and when y'ave made Me what you promise, you shall both divide Me equally: one word, my Lord, I had rather Live in the prison still, than be a propency To advance his politick ends. Eub. Have no suspition. Cas. So, so, I see Demetrius heels already Trip'd up, and I'll dispatch him out oth' way, Which gone, I can depose this at my leasure, Being an Impostor, then my Son stands fair, And may piece with the Princess, we lose time, What think you, if we first surprize the Court? While you command the Castle, we shall curbe All opposition. Eub. Let's proclaim him first, I have some faction, the people love me, They gain'd to us, wee'll fall upon the Court. Cas. Unless Demetrius yield himself, he bleeds. Sel. Who dares call treason sin, when it succeeds? [Exeunt Omnes.

Enter Sophia, and Charilla.

Cha. Madam, you are too passionate, and lose The greatness of your soul, with the expence Of too much grief, for that which providence Hath eas'd you of, the burden of a state Above your tender bearing. Sop. Thour't a fool, And canst not reach the spirit of a Lady, Born great as I was, and made onely less By a too cruel destiny, above Our tender bearing: What goes richer to The composition of Man, than ours? Our soul as free, and spatious; our heart's As great, our will as large, each thought as active, And in this onely Man more proud than we, That would have us less capable of Empire, But search the stories, and the name of Queen Shines bright with glory, and some precedents Above Mans imitation. Cha. I grant it For the honor of our sex, nor have you, Madam, By any weakness, forfeited command, He that succeeds, in justice, was before you, And you have gain'd more, in a royal brother, Than you could lose by your resign of Epire. Sop. This I allow Charilla, I ha done; 'Tis not the thought I am depos'd afflicts me, At the same time I feel a joy to know My Brother living: no, there is another Wound in me above cure. Cha. Virtue forbid. Sop. Canst find me out a Surgeon for that? Cha. For what? Sop. My bleeding fame. Cha. Oh do not injure Your own clear innocence. Sop. Do not flatter me, I have been guilty of an act, will make All love in women question'd, is not that A blot upon a Virgins name? my birth Cannot extenuate my shame, I am Become the stain of Epire. Cha. 'Tis but Your own opinion, Madam, which presents Something to fright your self, which cannot Be in the same shape so horrid to our sense. Sop. Thou wod'st, but canst not appear ignorant: Did not the Court, nay, the whole Kingdom, take Notice, I lov'd Lisimachus? Cha. True, Madam. Sop. No, I was false, Though counsel'd by my Father to affect him, I had my politick ends upon Cassander, To be absolute Queen, flattering his son with hopes Of love and marriage, when that very day I blush to think I wrong'd Lisimachus, That noble Gentleman, but heaven punish'd me; For though to know Demetrius was a blessing, Yet who will not impute it my dishonor. Cha. Madam, you yet may recompence Lisimachus, If you affect him now, you were not false To him, whom then you lov'd not, if you can Find any gentle passion in your soul To entertain his thought, no doubt his heart, Though sad retains a noble will to meet it, His love was firm to you, and cannot be Unrooted with one storme. Sop. He will not sure Trust any language from her tongue that mock'd him, Although my soul doth weep for't, and is punish'd To love him above the world.

Enter Lisimachus.

Cha. Hee's here As fate would have him reconcil'd, be free, And speak your thoughts. Lisi. If, Madam, I appear Too bold, your charity will sign my pardon: I heard you were not well, which made me haste To pay the duty of an humble visit. Sop. You do not mock me, Sir. Lisi. I am confident You think me not so lost to manners, in The knowledge of your person, to bring with me Such rudeness, I have nothing to present, But a heart full of wishes for your health, And what else may be added to your happiness. Sop. I thought you had been sensible. Lisi. How Madam? Sop. A man of understanding, can you spend One prayer for me, remembring the dishonor I have done Lisimachus? Lisi. Nothing can deface that part of my Religion in me, not to pray for you. Sop. It is not then impossible you may Forgive me too, indeed I have a soul Is full of penitence, and something else, If blushing would allow to give't a name. Lisi. What Madam? Sop. Love, a love that should redeem My past offence, and make me white again. Lisi. I hope no sadness can possess your thoughts For me, I am not worthy of this sorrow, But if you mean it any satisfaction For what your will hath made me suffer, 'tis But a strange overflow of Charity, To keep me still alive, be your self Madam, And let no cause of mine, be guilty of This rape upon your eyes, my name's not worth The least of all your tears. Sop. You think 'em counterfeit. Lisi. Although I may Suspect a Womans smile hereafter, yet I would believe their wet eyes, and if this Be what you promise, for my sake, I have But one reply. Sop. I waite it. Lisi. I have now Another Mistress. Sop. Stay. Lisi. To whom I have made Since your revolt from me, a new chaste vow, Which not the second malice of my fate Shall violate, and she deserves it, Madam, Even for that wherein you are excellent, Beauty, in which she shines equal to you Her vertue, if she but maintain what now She is Mistress of, beyond all competition, So rich it cannot know to be improv'd, At least in my esteem, I may offend, But truth shall justifie, I have not flatter'd her, I beg your pardon, and to leave, my duty Upon your hand, all that is good flow in you. [Exit. Sop. Did he not say, Charilla, that he had Another Mistress? Cha. Such a sound, methought, Came from him. Sop. Let's remove, here's too much ayre, The sad note multiplies. Cha. Take courage, Madam, And my advice, he has another Mistress, If he have twenty, be you wise, and cross him With entertaining twice as many servants, And when he sees your humor he'll return. And sue for any Livery, grieve for this. Sop. It must be she, 'tis Polidora has Taken his heart, she live my rival, How does the thought inflame me! Cha. Polidora? Sop. And yet she does but justly, and he too; I would have rob'd her of Arcadius heart, And they will both have this revenge on me, But something will rebel. [Exit.

Enter Demetrius, Philocles, Lisander.

De. The house is desolate, none comes forth to meet us, Shee's slow to entertain us: Philocles, I prethee tell me, did she weare no cloud Upon her brow, was't freely that she said We should be welcome. Phi. To my apprehension, Yet 'tis my wonder she appears not. Lisa. She, nor any other, Sure there's some conceit To excuse it. Dem. Stay, Who's this? observe what follows? Phi. Fortune? some maske to entertain you, Sir.

Enter Fortune crown'd, attended with Youth, Health, and Pleasure.

For. Not yet? What silence doth inhabit here? No preparation to bid Fortune welcome! Fortune, the genious of the World, have we Descended from our pride, and state to come, So far attended with our darlings, Youth, Pleasure, and Health, to be neglected thus? Sure this is not the place? call hither Fame.

Enter Fame.

Fa. What would great Fortune? For. Know, Who dwells here. Fa. Once more I report great Queen, This is the house of Love. For. It cannot be, This place has too much shade, and looks as if It had been quite forgotten of the Spring, And Sun-beames Love, affect society, And heat, here all is cold as the hairs of Winter, No harmony, to catch the busie eare Of passengers, no object of delight, To take the wandring eyes, no song, no grone Of Lovers, no complaint of Wil[l]ow garlands, Love has a Beacon upon his palace top, Of flaming hearts, to call the weary pilgrime To rest, and dwell with him, I see no fire To threaten, or to warme: Can Love dwell here? Fa. If there be noble love upon the World, Trust Fame, and find it here. For. Make good your boast, And bring him to us. De. What does mean all this? Lisa. I told you, Sir, we should have some device.

Enter Love.

There's Cupid now, that little Gentleman, Has troubled every Masque at Court this seven year. Dem. No more. Love. Welcome to Love, how much you honor me! It had become me, that, upon your summons, I should have waited upon mighty Fortune, But since you have vouchsafed to visit me; All the delights Love can invent, shall flow To entertain you, Musick through the ayre Shoot your inticing harmony. For. We came to dance and revel with you. Lov. I am poor In my ambition, and want thought to reach How much you honor Love. [Dance.

Enter Honor.

Hon. What intrusion's this? Whom do you seek here. Lov. 'Tis honor. For. He my servant. Lov. Fortune is come to visit us. Hon. And has Corrupted Love: Is this thy faith to her, On whom we both waite, to betray her thus To Fortunes triumph? take her giddy wheel, And be no more companion to honor; I blush to know thee, Who'll believe there can Be truth in Love hereafter? Lov. I have found My eyes, and see my shame, and with it, this Proud sorceress, from whom, and all her charmes, I flye agen to Honor, be my guard, Without thee I am lost, and cannot boast, The merit of a name. For. Despis'd? I shall Remember this affront. Dem. What Moral's this? [Exeunt.

Enter Honor with the Crown upon a mourning Cushion.

What melancholly object strikes a sudden Chillness through all my veines; and turns me Ice? It is the same I sent, the very same, As the first pledge of her insuing greatness: Why in this mourning livery, if she live To whom I sent it? ha, What shape of sorrow?

Enter Polidora in mourning.

It is not Polidora, she was faire Enough, and wanted not the setting off With such a black: if thou beest Polidora, Why mournes my love? it neither does become Thy fortune, nor my joyes. Pol. But it becomes My griefs, this habit fits a funeral, And it were sin, my Lord, not to lament A friend new dead. Dem. And I yet living? can A sorrow enter but upon thy Garment, Or discomplexion thy attire, whilst I Enjoy a life for thee? Who can deserve, Weigh'd with thy living comforts, but a piece Of all this Ceremony? give him a name. Pol. He was Arcadius. Dem. Arcadius? Pol. A Gentleman that lov'd me dearly once, And does compel these poor, and fruitless drops, Which willingly would fall upon his hearse, To imbalme him twice. Dem. And are you sure hee's dead? Pol. As sure as you'r living, Sir, and yet I did not close his eyes, but he is dead, And I shall never see the same Arcadius: He was a Man so rich in all that's good, At least I thought him so, so perfect in The rules of honor, whom alone to imitate Were glory in a Prince, Nature her self, Till his creation, wrought imperfectly, As she had made but tryal of the rest, To mould him excellent. Dem. And is he dead? Come, shame him not with praises, recollect Thy scatter'd hopes, and let me tell my best, And dearest Polidora, that he lives, Still lives to honor thee. Pol. Lives, Where? Dem. Look here. Am not I worth your knowledge? Pol. And my duty, You are Demetrius, King of Epire, Sir. I could not easily mistake him so, To whom I gave my heart. Dem. Mine is not chang'd, But still hath fed upon thy memory, These honors, and additions of state Are lent me for thy sake, be not so strange, Let me not lose my entertainment, now I am improv'd, and rais'd unto the height, Beneath which, I did blush to ask thy love. Pol. Give me your pardon, Sir, Arcadius, At our last meeting, without argument, To move him more than his affection to me, Vow'd he did love me; love me above all Women, And to confirm his heart, was truely mine, He wish'd, I tremble to remember it, When he forsook his Polidora's love, That Heaven might kill his happiness on Earth: Was not this nobly said? did not this promise A truth to shame the Turtles? Dem. And his heart Is still the same, and I thy constant Lover. Pol. Give me your leave, I pray, I would not say, Arcadius was perjur'd, but the same day Forgetting all his promises, and oathes, While yet they hung upon his lips, forsook me, D'ee not remember this too, gave his faith From me, transported with the noise of greatness, And would be married to a Kingdom. Dem. But Heaven permitted not I should dispose What was ordain'd for thee. Pol. It was not virtue In him, for sure he found no check, no sting In his own bosome, but gave freely all The reines to blind ambition. Dem. I am wounded, The thought of thee ith' throng of all my joyes, Like poyson powr'd in Nectar, turnes me frantick: Dear, if Arcadius have made a fault, Let not Demetrius be punish'd for't, He pleads that ever will be constant to thee. Pol. Shall I believe Mans flatteries agen, Lose my sweet rest, and peace of thought agen, Be drawn by you, from the streight paths of virtue, Into the maze of Love. Dem. I see compassion in thy eye, that chides me, If I have either soul, but what's contain'd Within these words, or if one syllable Of their full force, be not made good by me, May all relenting thoughts in you take end, And thy disdain be doubled, from thy pardon, I'll count my Coronation; and that hour Fix with a rubrick in my Calendar, As an auspicious time, to entertain Affairs of weight with Princes; think who now Intreats thy mercy, come, thou sha't be kind, And divide Titles with me. Pol. Hear me, Sir, I lov'd you once for virtue, and have not A thought so much unguarded, as to be won From my truth, and innocence with any Motives of state to affect you, Your bright temptation mourns while it stayes here; Nor can the triumph of glory, which made you Forget me, so court my opinion back, Were you no King, I should be sooner drawn Again to love you, but 'tis now too late, A low obedience shall become me best: May all the joyes I want Still wait on you, if time hereafter tell you, That sorrow for your fault hath struck me dead, May one soft tear drop from your eye, in pitty Bedew my hearse, and I shall sleep securely: I have but one word more for goodness sake, For your own honor, Sir, correct your passion, To her you shall love next, and I forgive you. [Exit. Dem. Her heart is frozen up, nor can warm prayers Thaw it to any softness. Phi. I'll fetch her, Sir, again. Dem. Perswade her not. Phi. You give your passion too much leave to triumph. Seek in another what she denies.

Enter Macarius.

Mac. Where's the King? oh, Sir, you are undone, A dangerous treason is a foot. Dem. What Treason? Mac. Cassander, and Eubulus have proclaim'd Another King, whom they pretend to be Leonatus your elder Brother, he that was, But this morning prisoner in the Castle. Dem. Ha? Mac. The easie Epirotes Gather in multitudes to advance his Title, They have seised upon the Court, secure your person, Whilst we raise power to curbe this Insurrection. Ant. Lose no time then. Dem. We will not Arme one Man, Speak it agen, have I a brother living? And must be no King. Mac. What means your Grace? Dem. This newes doth speak me happy, it exalts My heart, and makes me capable of more Than twenty Kingdoms. Phi. Will you not, Sir, stand Upon your guard? Dem. I'll stand upon my honor, Mercy relieves me. Lisa. Will you lose the Kingdom? Dem. The World's too poor to bribe me: leave Me all, lest you extenuate my fame, and I Be thought to have redeem'd it by your counsel, You shall not share one scruple in the honor; Titles may set a gloss upon our Name, But Virtue onely is the soul of Fame. Mac. He's strangely possest Gentlemen. [Exeunt Omnes.

Actus Quintus. Scæna Prima.

Enter Philocles, and Lisander.

Phi. Heres a strange turne, Lisander. Lisa. 'Tis a Kingdom Easily purchas'd, who will trust the faith Of multitudes? Phi. It was his fault, that would So tamely give his Title to their Mercy, The new King has possession. Lisa. And is like To keep't, we are alone, what dost think of This innovation? Is't not a fine Jigge? A precious cunning in the late Protector To shuffle a new Prince into the state. Phi. I know not how they have shuffled, but my head on't, A false card is turn'd up trump, but fates look to't.

Enter Cassander and Eubulus.

Eub. Does he not carry it bravely? Cos. Excellently. Philocles, Lisander. Phi. Lis. Your Lordships servants, Are we not bound to heaven, for multiplying These blessings on the Kingdom. Phi. Heaven alone Works miracles, my Lord. Lisa. I think your Lordship Had as little hope once to see these Princes Revive. Phi. Here we must place our thanks, Next providence, for preserving So dear a pledge.

Enter Leonatus attended.

Eub. The King. Leo. It is our pleasure The number of our guard be doubled, give A Largess to the Soldiers; but dismiss not The Troops till we command. Cas. May it please. Leo. It will not please us otherwise, my Lord, We have try'd your faith. Eub. Does he not speak with confidence? Leo. My Lords and Gentlemen, to whose faith we must Owe next to Heaven our fortune, and our safety, After a tedious eclipse, the day Is bright, and we invested in those honors, Our bloud, and birth did challenge. Cas. May no time Be registred in our annals, that shall mention One that had life to oppose your sacred person. Leo. Let them, whose Titles forg'd and flaw'd, suspect Their states security, our right to Epire, Heaven is oblig'd to prosper, treason has No face so black to fright it, all my cares Level to this, that I may worthily Manage the province, and advance the honor Of our dear Countrey, and be confident, If an expence of bloud, may give addition Of any happiness to you, I shall Offer my heart the sacrifice, and rejoyce To make my self a ghost, to have inscrib'd Upon my marble, but whose cause I died for. Eub. May Heaven avert such danger. Cas. Excellent Prince, In whom we see the Copy of his Father, None but the Son of Theodosius, Could have spoke thus. Leo. [You] are pleas'd to interpret well, Yet give me leave to say in my own justice, I have but exprest the promptness of my soul To serve you all, but 'tis not empty wishes Can satisfie our mighty charge, a weight Would make an Atlas double, a Kings name Doth sound harmoniously to men at distance; And those who cannot penetrate beyond The bark, and out-skin of a Common-wealth, Or state, have eyes, but ravish'd with the Ceremony That must attend a Prince, and understand not What cares allay the glories of a Crown, But good Kings find and feel the contrary, You have try'd, my Lord, the burden, and can tell It would require a Pilot of more years To steer this Kingdom, now impos'd on me, By justice of my birth. Cas. I wish not life, But to partake those happy days, which must Succeed these fair proceedings, we are blest, But Sir, be sparing to your self, we shall Hazard our joyes in you too soon, the burden Of state affairs, impose upon your counsel. 'Tis fitter that we waste our lives than you, Call age too soon upon you with the trouble, And cares that threaten such an undertaking, Preserve your youth. Leo. And choose you our Prote[c]tor, Is't that you would conclude my Lord? We will Deserve our subjects faith for our own sake, Not sit an idle gazer at the helm.

Enter Messenger.

Phi. How observ'd you that, Mark how Cassander's Planet struck. Eu. He might have look'd more calmly for all that, I begin to fear; but do not yet seem troubled. Leo. With what news travels his haste? I must secure My self betimes, not be a King in jest, And wear my Crown a Tenant to their breath. Cas. Demetrius, Sir, your brother, With other Traitors that oppose your claims, Are fled to the Castle of Nestorius, And fortifie. Mes. I said not so my Lord. Cas. I'll have it thought so, hence. [Exit Messen. Leo. Plant forces to batter The walls, and in their ruin bring us wor[d] They live not. Eub. Good Sir hear me. Cas. Let it work, Were Demetrius dead, we easily might uncrown This swoln Impostor, and my Son be fair To piece with young Sophia, who I hear Repents her late affront. Eub. Their lives may do You service, let not blood stain your beginnings The people not yet warm in their allegeance, May think it worth their tumult to revenge it With hazard of your self. Leo. Who dares but think it? Yet offer first our mercy, if they yield, Demetrius must not live, my Lord your counsel, What if he were in heaven? Cas. You have my consent, You sha'not stay long after him. Leo. Sophia is Not my Sister, To prevent all that may indanger us, we'll marry her; That done, no matter though we stand discover'd, For in her Title then we are King of Epire, Without dispute. Cas. Hum; in my judgement, Sir, That wonot do so well. Leo. What's your opinion? Cas. He countermines my plot: are you so cunning. Leo. What's that you mutter; Sir? Cas. I mutter, Sir? Leo. Best say I am no King, but some impostor Rais'd up to gull the state. Cas. Very fine to have said within Few hours you'd been no King, nor like to be, Was not in the compass of High Treason I take it. Eub. Restrein your anger, the Kings mov'd, speak not. Cas. I will speak louder, do I not know him? That self-same hand that rais'd him to the throne Shall pluck him from it, is this my reward? Leo. Our guard, to prison with him. Cas. Me to prison? Leo. Off with his head. Cas. My head? Eub. Vouchsafe to hear me, great Sir. Cas. How dares he be so insolent? I ha' wrought my self into a fine condition, Do'e know me Gentlemen? Phi. Very well my Lord; How are we bound to heaven for multiplying These blessings on the Kingdom. Leo. We allow it. Eub. Counsel did never blast a Princes ear. Leo. Convey him to the sanctuary of Rebels, Nestorius house, where our proud brother has Enscons'd himself, they'll entertain him lovingly, He will be a good addition to the Traitors, Obey me, or you dye for't, what are Kings When subjects dare affront 'em? Cas. I shall vex Thy soul for this. Leo. Away with him: when Kings Frown, let offenders tremble, this flows not From any cruelty in my nature, but The fate of an Usurper: he that will Be confirm'd great without just title to't, Must lose compassion, know what's good, not do't. [Exeunt.

Enter Polidora and her servant.

Serv. Madam, the Princess Sophia. Pol. I attend her Highness.

Enter Sophia.

How much your grace honors your humble servant. Sop. I hope my brother's well. Pol. I hope so too, Madam. Sop. Do you but hope? he came to be your guest. Pol. We are all his, whilst he is pleas'd to honor This poor roof with his royal presence, Madam. Sop. I came to ask your pardon Polidora. Pol. You never, Madam, trespass'd upon me, Wrong not your goodness. Sop. I can be but penitent, Unless you point me out some other way To satisfie. Pol. Dear Madam, do not mock me. Sop. There [is] no injury like that to love, I find it now in my own sufferings: But though I would have rob'd thee of Arcadius Heaven knew a way to reconcile your hearts, And punish[d] me in those joys you have found: I read the story of my loss of honor, Yet can rejoyce, and heartily, that you Have met your own agen. Pol. Whom do you mean? Sop. My brother. Pol. He is found to himself and honor, He is my King, and though I must acknowledge He was the glory of my thoughts, and I Lov'd him, as you did, Madam, with desire To be made his, reason, and duty since, Form'd me to other knowledge, and I now Look on him without any wish of more Than to be call'd his subject. Sop. Has he made Himself less capable by being King? Pol. Of what? Sop. Of your affection. Pol. With your pardon, Madam. Love in that sense you mean, left Polidora When he forsook Arcadius, I disclaim All ties between us, more than what a name Of King must challenge from my obedience. Sop. This does confirm my jealousie, my heart, For my sake, Madam, has he lost his value? Pol. Let me beseech your grace, I may have leave To answer in some other cause, or person: This argument but opens a sad wound To make it bleed afresh; we may change this Discourse: I would elect some subject, whose Praises may more delight your ear than this Can mine; let's talk of young Lisimachus. Sop. Ha? my presaging fears. Pol. How does your grace? Sop. Well, you were talking of Lisimachus, Pray give me your opinion of him. Pol. Mine? It will be much short of his worth: I think him A gentleman so perfect in all goodness, That if there be one in the world deserves The best of women, heaven created him, To make her happy. Sop. You have, in a little, Madam, Exprest a volume of mankind, a miracle; But all have not the same degree of faith, He is but young. Pol. What Mistriss would desire Her servant old? he has both Spring to please Her eye and Summer to return a harvest. Sop. He is black. P[o]l. He sets a beauty off more rich, And she that's fair will love him; faint complexions Betray effeminate minds, and love of change: Two beauties in a bed, compound few men; He's not so fair to counterfeit a woman, Nor yet so black, but blushes may betray His modesty. Sop. His proportion exceeds not. Pol. That praises him, and a well compacted frame Speaks temper, and sweet flow of elements: Vast buildings are more oft for shew than use: I would not have my eyes put to the travel Of many acres, e'r I could examine A man from head to foot; he has no great, But he may boast, an elegant composition. Sop. I'll hear no more, you have so far out-done My injuries to you, that I call back My penitence, and must tell Polidora, This revenge ill becomes her. Am I thought So lost in soul to hear, and forgive this? In what shade do I live? or shall I think I have not, at the lowest, enough merit, Setting aside my birth, to poize with yours: Forgive my modest thoughts, if I rise up In my own defence, and tell this unjust Lady So great a winter hath not frozen yet My cheek, but there [is] something nature planted, That carries as much bloom, and spring upon't, As yours. What flame is in your eye, but may Find competition here? (forgive agen My Virgin honor,) what is in your lip To tice the enamour'd soul, to dwell with more Ambition, than the yet unwither'd blush That speaks the innocence of mine?

Enter Demetrius.

Oh brother? Dem. I'll talk with you anon, my Polidora, Allow thy patience till my breath recover, Which now comes laden with the richest news Thy ear was ever blest with. Sop. Both your looks, And voice express some welcome accident. Dem. Guess what in wish could make me fortunate And heaven hath dropt that on Demetrius. Sop. What means this extasie? Dem. 'Twere sin to busie Thy thoughts upon't, I'll tell thee that I could Retein some part; 'tis too wide a joy To be exprest so soon, and yet it falls In a few syllables, thou wot scarce believe me, I am no King. Sop. How's that! Pol. Good Heaven forbid. Dem. Forbid? Heaven has reliev'd me with a mercy I knew not how to ask, I have, they say, An elder brother living, crown'd already, I only keep my name Demetrius, Without desire of more addition, Than to return thy servant. Pol. You amaze me, Can you rejoyce to be deposed: Dem. It but Translates me to a fairer and better Kingdom In Polidora. Pol. Me? Dem. Did you not say, Were I no King, you could be drawn to love Me agen, that was consented to in Heaven: A Kingdom first betraid my ambitious soul To forget thee, that, and the flattering glories, How willingly Demetrius does resign, The Angels know: thus naked without Titles I throw me on thy charity, and shall Boast greater Empire to be thine agen, than To wear the triumphs of the world upon me.

Enter Macarius.

Mac. Be not so careless of your self, the people Gather in multitudes to your protection Offering their lives and fortunes, if they may But see you Sir, and hear you speak to 'em, Accept their duties, and in time prevent Your ruin. Sop. Be not desperate, 'tis counsel. Dem. You trouble me with noise, speak Polidora. Pol. For your own sake preserve your self, My fears distract my reason.

Enter Antigonus.

Ant. Lord Lisimachus, With something that concerns your safety, is Fled hither, and desires a present hearing. Mac. His soul is honest, be not, Sir, a mad man, And for a Lady, give up all our freedoms. [Exit. Pol. I'll say any thing here, Lisimachus. Sop. Dear brother hear him.

Enter Lisimachus.

Lis. Sir, I come to yield My self your prisoner, if my father have Rais'd an Impostor to supplant your Title Which I suspect, and inwardly do bleed for, I shall not only, by the tender of My self, declare my innocence, but either, By my unworthy life, secure your person, Or by what death you shall impose, reward The unexpected Treason. Sop. Brave young man, Did you not hear him Brother? Lis. I am not minded. Pol. Be witness Madam, I resign my heart It never was anothers, you declare Too great a satisfaction, I hope This will destroy your jealousie, Remember now your danger. Dem. I despise it, What fate dares injure me? Lis. Yet hear me Sir. Sop. Forgive me Polidora, you are happy, My hopes are remov'd farther, I had thought Lisimachus had meant you for his Mistriss, 'Tis misery to feed, and not know where To place my jealousie.