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Enter Chilax and Priestess, Calis, Lady and Nun.

Chi. What lights are those that enter there, still nearer? Plague o’ your rotten itch, do you draw me hither Into the Temple to betray me? was there no place To satisfie your sin in? Gods forgive me, Still they come forward.

Priest. Peace ye fool, I have found it,
’Tis the young Princess Calis.

Chi. ’Tis the Devil,
To claw us for our catterwawling.

Priest. Retire softly,
I did not look for you these two hours, Lady,
Beshrew your hast: that way. [To Chilax.

Chi. That goes to the Altar!
Ye old blind Beast.

Priest. I know not, any way;
Still they come nearer,
I’le in to th’ Oracle.

Chi. That’s well remembred I’le in with ye.

Priest. Do. [Exeunt Priest, and Chilax.

Enter Calis and her Train with lights, singing:
Lucippe, Cleanthe.


O fair sweet Goddess Queen of Loves, Soft and gentle, as thy Doves, Humble ey’d, and ever ruing Those poor hearts, their Loves pursuing: O thou Mother of delights, Crowner of all happy nights, Star of dear content, and pleasure, Of mutual loves the endless treasure, Accept this sacrifice we bring, Thou continual youth and Spring, Grant this Lady her desires, And every hour we’ll crown thy fires.

Enter a Nun.

Nun. You about her all retire, Whilest the Princess feeds the fire, When your Devotions ended be To the Oracle I will attend ye.

[Exit Nun and draws the Curtain close to Calis.

Enter Stremon and Eumenes.

Strem. He will abroad.

Eumen. How does his humour hold him?

Stre. He is now grown wondrous sad, weeps often too,
Talks of his Brother to himself, starts strangely.

Eumen. Does he not curse?

Strem. No.

Eumen. Nor break out in fury,
Offering some new attempt?

Strem. Neither; to th’ Temple
Is all we hear of now: what there he will do

Eumen. I hope repent his folly, let’s be near him.

Strem. Where are the rest?

Eumen. About a business
Concerns him mainly, if Heav’n cure his madness,
He’s made for ever, Stremon.

Strem. Does the King know it?

Eumen. Yes, and much troubled with it, he’s now gone
To seek his Sister out.

Strem. Come let’s away then. [Exeunt Eumen. Strem. Cal.

Enter Nun, she opens the Curtain to Calis.
Calis at the Oracle.

Nun. Peace to your Prayers Lady, will it please ye
To pass on to the Oracle?

Cal. Most humbly. [Chilax and Priest, in the Oracle.

Chi. Do ye hear that?

Priest. Yes, lie close.

Chi. A wildfire take ye, What shall become of me? I shall be hang’d now: Is this a time to shake? a halter shake ye, Come up and juggle, come.

Priest. I am monstrous fearful.

Chi. Up ye old gaping Oyster, up and answer;
A mouldy Mange upon your chops, ye told me
I was safe here till the Bell rung.

Priest. I was prevented,
And did not look these three hours for the Princess.

Chi. Shall we be taken?

Priest. Speak for loves sake, Chilax;
I cannot, nor I dare not.

Chi. I’le speak Treason, for I had as lieve be hang’d for that.

Priest. Good Chilax.

Chi. Must it be sung or said? what shall I tell ’em?
They are here; here now preparing.

Priest. O my Conscience!

Chi. Plague o’ your spurgall’d Conscience, does it tire now?
Now when it should be tuffest? I could make thee

Priest. Save us, we are both undone else.

Chi. Down ye Dog then,
Be quiet, and be stanch to no inundations.

Nun. Here kneel again, and Venus grant your wishes.

Calis. O Divine Star of Heaven, Thou in power above the seven: Thou sweet kindler of desires, Till they grow to mutual fires: Thou, O gentle Queen, that art Curer of each wounded heart: Thou the fuel, and the flame; Thou in Heaven, and here the same: Thou the wooer, and the woo’d: Thou the hunger, and the food: Thou the prayer, and the pray’d; Thou what is, or shall be said: Thou still young, and golden tressed, Make me by thy Answer blessed.

Chi. When?

Priest. Now speak handsomly, and small by all means,
I have told ye what. [Thunder.

Chi. But I’le tell you a new tale,
Now for my Neck-verse; I have heard thy prayers,
And mark me well.

Musick. Venus descends.

Nun. The Goddess is displeased much,
The temple shakes and totters; she appears,
Bow, Lady, bow.

Venus. Purge me the Temple round, And live by this example henceforth sound. Virgin, I have seen thy tears, Heard thy wishes, and thy fears; Thy holy Incense flew above, Hark therefore to thy doom in Love; Had thy heart been soft at first, Now thou had’st allay’d thy thirst, Had thy stubborn will but bended, All thy sorrows here had ended; Therefore to be just in Love, A strange Fortune thou must prove, And, for thou hast been stern and coy, A dead Love thou shalt enjoy.

Cal. O gentle goddess!

Ven. Rise, thy doom is said,
And fear not, I will please thee with the dead. [Venus ascends.

Nun. Go up into the Temple and there end
Your holy Rites, the Goddess smiles upon ye. [Exeunt Cal. and Nun.

Enter Chilax in his Robe.

Chi. I’ll no more Oracles, nor Miracles, Nor no more Church work, I’ll be drawn and hang’d first. Am not I torn a pieces with the thunder? Death, I can scarce believe I live yet, It gave me on the buttocks, a cruel, a huge bang, I had as lieve ha’ had ’em scratcht with Dog-whips: Be quiet henceforth, now ye feel the end on’t, I would advise ye my old friends, the good Gentlewoman Is strucken dumb, and there her Grace sits mumping Like an old Ape eating a Brawn; sure the good Goddess Knew my intent was honest, to save the Princess, And how we young men are entic’d to wickedness, By these lewd Women, I had paid for’t else too. I am monstrous holy now, and cruel fearful, O ’twas a plaguey thump, charg’d with a vengeance.

Enter Siphax, walks softly over the stage, and goes in.

Would I were well at home; the best is, ’tis not day:
Who’s that? ha? Siphax! I’ll be with you anon, Sir;
Ye shall be oracled I warrant ye,
And thunder’d too, as well as I; your Lordship

Enter Memnon, Eumenes, Stremon, and two carrying Torches.

Must needs enjoy the Princess, yes: ha! Torches?
And Memnon coming this way? he’s Dog-mad,
And ten to one appearing thus unto him,
He worries me, I must go by him.

Eum. Sir?

Mem. Ask me no further questions; what art thou?
How dost thou stare! stand off; nay look upon me,
I do not shake, nor fear thee [Draws his Sword.

Chi. He will kill me,
This is for Church work.

Mem. Why dost thou appear now?
Thou wert fairly slain: I know thee, Diocles,
And know thine envy to mine honour: but

Chi. Stay Memnon,
I am a Spirit, and thou canst not hurt me.

Eum. This is the voice of Chilax.

Strem. What makes him thus?

Chi. ’Tis true, that I was slain in field, but foully, By multitudes, not manhood: therefore mark me, I do appear again to quit mine honour, And on thee single.

Mem. I accept the challenge.

Chi. On the Stygian Banks.

Mem. When?

Chi. Four days hence.

Mem. Go noble Ghost, I will attend.

Chi. I thank ye.

Stre. Ye have sav’d your throat, and handsomly:
Farewel, Sir. [Exit Chilax.

Mem. Sing me the Battles of Pelusium,
In which this Worthy dyed.

Eum. This will spoil all, and make him worse
Than e’r he was: sit down, Sir,
And give your self to rest.


Arm, arm, arm, arm, the Scouts are all come in,
Keep your Ranks close, and now your honours win.
Behold from yonder Hill, the Foe appears,
Bows, Bills, Glaves, Arrows, Shields, and Spears,
Like a dark Wood he comes, or tempest pouring;
O view the Wings of Horse the Meadows scowring,
The vant-guard marches bravely, hark, the Drums dub, dub.
They meet, they meet, and now the Battel comes:
See how the Arrows fly,
That darken all the Skye;
Hark how the Trumpets sound,
Hark how the Hills rebound. Tara, tara, tara.
Hark how the Horses charge: in Boys, Boys in tara, tara.
The Battel totters; now the wounds begin;
O how they cry,
O how they dy!
Room for the valiant Memnon_ arm’d with thunder,_
See how he breaks the Ranks asunder:
They flye, they flye, Eumenes_ has the Chace,_
And brave Polybius_ makes good his place._
To the Plains, to the Woods,
To the Rocks, to the Floods,
They flie for succour: Follow, follow, follow, Hey, hey.
Hark how the Souldiers hollow
Brave Diocles is dead,_
And all his Souldiers fled,
The Battel’s won, and lost,
That many a life hath cost.

Mem. Now forward to the Temple. [Exeunt.

Enter Chilax.

Chi. Are ye gone?
How have I ’scap’d this morning! by what miracle!
Sure I am ordain’d for some brave end.

Enter Cloe.

Clo. How is it?

Chi. Come, ’tis as well as can be.

Clo. But is it possible
This should be true you tell me?

Chi. ’Tis most certain.

Clo. Such a gross Ass to love the Princess?

Chi. Peace,
Pull your Robe close about ye: you are perfect
In all I taught ye?

Cl. Sure.

Chi. Gods give thee good luck. ’Tis strange my Brains should still be beating Knavery For all these dangers, but they are needful mischiefs, And such are Nuts to me; and I must do ’em. You will remember me

Clo. By this kiss, Chilax.

Chi. No more of that, I fear another thunder.

Clo. We are not i’th’ Temple, man.

Enter Siphax.

Chi. Peace, here he comes,
Now to our business handsomly; away now. [Ex. Chilax, and Cloe.

Si. ’Twas sure the Princess, for he kneel’d unto her,
And she lookt every way: I hope the Oracle
Has made me happy; me I hope she lookt for,

Enter Chilax, and Cloe at the other door.

Fortune, I will so honour thee, Love, so adore thee.
She is here again, looks round about her, again too,
’Tis done, I know ’tis done; ’tis Chilax with her,
And I shall know of him; who’s that?

Chi. Speak softly,
The Princess from the Oracle.

Si. She views me,
By Heaven she beckons me.

Chi. Come near, she wou’d have ye.

Si. O royal Lady. [Kisses her hand.

Chi. She wills ye read that, for belike she’s bound to silence
For such a time; she is wondrous gracious to ye.

Si. Heav’n make me thankful.

Chi. She would have ye read it. [He reads.

Si. Siphax, the will of Heaven hath cast me on thee To be thy Wife, whose Will must be obey’d: Use me with honour, I shall love thee dearly, And make thee understand thy worths hereafter; Convey me to a secret Ceremony, That both our hearts and loves may be united, And use no Language, till before my Brother We both appear, where I will shew the Oracle, For till that time I am bound, I must not answer.

Si. O happy I!

Chi. Ye are a made man.

Si. But Chilax,
Where are her Women?

Chi. None but your Graces Sister,
Because she would have it private to the World yet,
Knows of this business.

Si. I shall thank thee, Chilax,
Thou art a careful man.

Chi. Your Graces Servant.

Si. I’ll find a fit place for thee.

Chi. If you will not, There’s a good Lady will, she points ye forward, Away and take your fortune; not a word, Sir: So, you are greas’d I hope. [Ex. Si. and Cloe, manet Chilax.

Enter Stremon, Fool, and Boy.

Chi. Stremon, Fool, Picus,
Where have you left your Lord?

Strem. I’ th’ Temple, Chilax.

Chi. Why are ye from him?

Strem. Why, the King is with him,
And all the Lords.

Chi. Is not the Princess there too?

Strem. Yes. And the strangest Coil amongst ’em; She weeps bitterly: The King entreats, and frowns, my Lord like Autumn Drops off his hopes by handfulls, all the Temple Sweats with this Agony.

Chi. Where’s young Polydore?

Strem. Dead, as they said, o’ th’ sudden.

Chi. Dead?

Strem. For certain,
But not yet known abroad.

Chi. There’s a new trouble,
A brave young man he was; but we must all dye.

Strem. Did not the General meet you this morning
Like a tall Stallion Nun?

Chi. No more o’ that, Boy.

Strem. You had been ferretting.

Chi. Thats all one, Fool; My Master Fool that taught my wits to traffick, What has your Wisedom done? how have you profited? Out with your Audit: come, you are not empty, Put out mine eye with twelve-pence? do you shaker? What think you of this shaking? heres wit, Coxcomb, Ha Boys? ha my fine Rascals, heres a Ring,  Pulls out How right they go!  a Purse.

Fool. O let me ring the fore Bell.

[Chi.] And here are thumpers, Chiqueens, golden rogues,
Wit, wit, ye Rascals.

Fool. I have a Stye here, Chilax.

Chi. I have no Gold to cure it, not a penny,
Not one cross, Cavalier; we are dull Souldiers,
Gross heavy-headed fellows; fight for Victuals?

Fool. Why, ye are the Spirits of the time.

Chi. By no means.

Fool. The valiant firie.

Chi. Fie, fie, no.

Fool. Be-lee me, Sir.

Chi. I wou’d I cou’d, Sir.

Fool. I will satisfie ye.

Chi. But I will not content you; alas poor Boy,
Thou shew’st an honest Nature, weepst for thy Master,
There’s a red Rogue to buy thee Handkerchiefs.

Fool. He was an honest Gentleman, I have lost too.

Chi. You have indeed your labour, Fool; but Stremon,
Dost thou want money too? no Vertue living?
No firking out at fingers ends?

Strem. It seems so.

Chi. Will ye all serve me?

Strem. Yes, when ye are Lord General,
For less I will not go.

Chi. There’s Gold for thee then,
Thou hast a Souldiers mind. Fool

Fool. Here, your first man.

Chi. I will give thee for thy Wit, for ’tis a fine wit, A dainty diving Wit, hold up, just nothing, Go graze i’ th’ Commons, yet I am merciful There’s six-pence: buy a Saucer, steal an old Gown, And beg i’ th’ Temple for a Prophet, come away Boys, Let’s see how things are carried, Fool, up Sirrah, You may chance get a dinner: Boy, your preferment I’ll undertake, for your brave Masters sake, You shall not perish.

Fool. Chilax.

Chi. Please me well, Fool.
And you shall light my pipes: away to the Temple.
But stay, the King’s here, sport upon sport, Boys.

Enter King, Lords, Siphax kneeling, Cloe with a Vail.

King. What would you have, Captain?
Speak suddenly, for I am wondrous busie.

Si. A pardon, Royal Sir.

King. For what?

Si. For that
Which was Heaven’s Will, should not be mine alone, Sir;
My marrying with this Lady.

King. It needs no pardon,
For Marriage is no Sin.

Si. Not in it self, Sir; But in presuming too much: yet Heaven knows, So does the Oracle that cast it on me, And the Princess, royal Sir.

King. What Princess?

Si. O be not angry my dread King, your Sister.

King. My Sister; she’s i’ th’ Temple, Man.

Si. She is here, Sir.

Lord. The Captain’s mad, she’s kneeling at the Altar.

King. I know she is; with all my heart good Captain, I do forgive ye both: be unvail’d, Lady. [Puts off her Vail. Will ye have more forgiveness? the man’s frantick, Come let’s go bring her out: God give ye joy, Sir.

Si. How, Cloe? my old Cloe? [Ex. King, Lords.

Clo. Even the same, Sir.

Chi. Gods give your manhood much content.

Strem. The Princess
Looks something musty since her coming over.

Fool. ’Twere good you’d brush her over.

Si. Fools and Fidlers
Make sport at my abuse too?

Fool. O ’tis the Nature
Of us Fools to make bold with one another,
But you are wise, brave sirs.

Chi. Cheer up your Princess, Believe it Sir, the King will not be angry, Or say he were; why, ’twas the Oracle. The Oracle, an’t like your Grace, the Oracle.

Strem. And who, most mighty Siphax?

Siph. With mine own whore.

Cloe. With whom else should ye marry, speak your conscience,
Will ye transgress the law of Arms, that ever
Rewards the Souldier with his own sins?

Siph. Devils.

Cloe. Ye had my maiden-head, my youth, my sweetness,
Is it not justice then?

Siph. I see it must be,
But by this hand, I’le hang a lock upon thee.

Cloe. You shall not need, my honesty shall doe it.

Siph. If there be wars in all the world

Cloe. I’le with ye,
For you know I have been a Souldier,
Come, curse on: when I need another Oracle.

Chi. Send for me Siphax, I’le fit ye with a Princess,
And so to both your honours.

Fool. And your graces.

Siph. The Devil grace ye all.

Cloe. God a mercy Chilax.

Chi. Shall we laugh half an hour now?

Strem. No the King comes,
And all the train.

Chi. Away then, our Act’s ended. [Exeunt.

Enter King, Calis, Memnon, and Cleanthe, Lords.

King. You know he dos deserve ye, loves ye dearly, You know what bloody violence had usd  The Hearse Upon himself, but that his Brother crost it,  ready, Polydor, You know the same thoughts still inhabit in him  Eumenes & And covet to take birth: Look on him Lady,  Captains. The wars have not so far consum’d him yet, Cold age disabled him, or sickness sunk him To be abhorr’d: look on his Honour Sister, That bears no stamp of time, no wrinkles on it, No sad demolishment, nor death can reach it: Look with the eyes of Heaven that nightly waken, To view the wonders of the glorious Maker, And not the weakness: look with your vertuous eyes, And then clad royaltie in all his conquests, His matchless love hung with a thousand merits, Eternal youth attending, Fame and Fortune, Time and Oblivion vexing at his vertues, He shall appear a miracle: look on our dangers, Look on the publick ruin.

Calis. O, dear Brother.

King. Fie, let us not like proud and greedy waters Gain to give off again: this is our Sea, And you his Cynthia, govern him, take heed, His flouds have been as high, and full as any, And gloriously now is got up to the girdle, The Kingdomes he hath purchas’d; noble Sister, Take not your vertue from him, O take heed We ebbe not now to nothing, take heed Calis.

Calis. The will of Heaven not mine, which must not alter, And my eternal doom for ought I know Is fixt upon me; alas, I must love nothing, Nothing that loves again must I be blest with: The gentle Vine climbs up the Oke and clips him, And when the stroke comes, yet they fall together; Death, death must I enjoy, and live to love him, O noble Sir!

Mem. Those tears are some reward yet,
Pray let me wed your sorrows.

Calis. Take ’em Souldier, They are fruitfull ones, lay but a sigh upon ’em, And straight they will conceive to infinités; I told ye what ye would find ’em.

Enter Funeral, Captains following, and Eumenes.

King. How now, what’s this? more drops to th’ Ocean?
Whose body’s this?

Eum. The noble Polydor,
This speaks his death.

Mem. My Brother dead?

Calis. O Goddess!
O cruel, cruel Venus, here’s my fortune.

King. Read Captain.

Mem. Read aloud: farewel my follies.
[Eumen. reads to the Excellent Princess Calis.

Eum. Be wise, as you are beauteous, love with judgement, And look with clear eyes on my noble Brother, Value desert and vertue, they are Jewels, Fit for your worth and wearing: take heed Lady, The Gods reward ingratitude most grievous; Remember me no more, or if you must, Seek me in noble Memnons love, I dwell there: I durst not live, because I durst not wrong him, I can no more, make me eternal happy With looking down upon your loves. Farewel.

Mem. And did’st thou die for me?

King. Excellent vertue!
What will ye now doe?

Calis. Dwell for ever here Sir.

Mem. For me dear Polydor? O worthy young man! O love, love, love, love above recompence! Infinite love, infinite honesty! Good Lady leave, you must have no share here, Take home your sorrows: here’s enough to store me, Brave glorious griefs! was ever such a Brother? Turn all the stories over in the world yet, And search through all the memories of mankind, And find me such a friend; h’as out done all, Outstript ’em sheerly, all, all, thou hast Polydor, To die for me; why, as I hope for happiness, ’Twas one of the rarest thought on things, The bravest, and carried beyond compass of our actions, I wonder how he hit it, a young man too, In all the blossomes of his youth and beautie, In all the fulness of his veins and wishes Woo’d by that Paradise, that would catch Heaven; It starts me extreamly, thou blest Ashes, Thou faithfull monument, where love and friendship Shall while the world is, work new miracles.

Calis. O! let me speak too.

Mem. No not yet; thou man, (For we are but mans shadows,) only man, I have not words to utter him; speak Lady, I’le think a while.

Calis. The Goddess grants me this yet, I shall enjoy the dead: no tomb shall hold thee But these two arms, no Trickments but my tears Over thy Hearse, my sorrows like sad arms Shall hang for ever: on the tuffest Marble Mine eyes shall weep thee out an Epitaph, Love at thy feet shall kneel, his smart bow broken; Faith at thy head, youth and the Graces mourners; O sweet young man!

King. Now I begin to melt too.

Mem. Have ye enough yet Lady? room for a gamester. To my fond Love, and all those idle fancies A long farewel, thou diedst for me dear Polydor, To give me peace, thou hast eternal glory, I stay and talk here; I will kiss thee first, And now I’le follow thee. [Polydor rises.

Pol. Hold, for Heavens sake!

Mem. Ha!
Does he live?
Dost thou deceive me?

Pol. Thus far,
Yet for your good, and honour.

King. Now dear Sister.

Calis. The Oracle is ended, noble Sir,
Dispose me now as you please.

Pol. You are mine then?

Calis. With all the joyes that may be.

Pol. Your consent Sir?

King. Ye have it freely.

Pol. Walk along with me then,
And as you love me, love my will.

Calis. I will so.

Pol. Here worthy Brother, take this vertuous Princess, Ye have deserv’d her nobly, she will love ye, And when my life shall bring ye peace, as she does, Command it, ye shall have it.

Mem. Sir, I thank ye.

King. I never found such goodness in such years.

Mem. Thou shalt not over-doe me, though I die for’t, O how I love thy goodness, my best Brother, You have given me here a treasure to enrich me, Would make the worthiest King alive a begger, What may I give you back again?

Pol. Your love Sir.

Mem. And you shall have it, even my dearest love, My first, my noblest love, take her again, Sir, She is yours, your honesty has over-run me, She loves ye, lose her not: excellent Princess, Injoy thy wish, and now get Generals.

Pol. As ye love heaven, love him, she is only yours, Sir.

Mem. As ye love heaven, love him, she is only yours, Sir;
My Lord, the King.

Pol. He will undoe himself Sir,
And must without her perish; who shall fight then?
Who shall protect your Kingdom?

Mem. Give me hearing, And after that, belief, were she my soul (As I do love her equal) all my victories, And all the living names I have gain’d by war, And loving him that good, that vertuous good man, That only worthy of the name of Brother, I would resign all freely, ’tis all love To me, all marriage rites, the joy or issues To know him fruitfull, that has been so faithfull.

King. This is the noblest difference; take your choice Sister.

Calis. I see they are so brave, and noble both,
I know not which to look on.

Pol. Chuse discreetly,
And vertue guide ye, there all the world in one man
Stands at the mark.

Mem. There all mans honestie,
The sweetness of all youth

Cal. O God’s!

Mem. My Armour, By all the God’s she’s yours; my Arms, I say, And I beseech your Grace, give me imployment, That shall be now my Mistress, there my Courtship.

King. Ye shall have any thing.

Mem. Vertuous Lady, Remember me, your Servant now; Young man, You cannot over-reach me in your goodness; O love! how sweet thou look’st now! and how gentle! I should have slubber’d thee, and stain’d thy beauty; Your hand, your hand Sir!

King. Take her, and Heaven bless her.

Mem. So.

Pol. ’Tis your will Sir, nothing of my merit;
And as your royal gift, I take this blessing.

Cal. And I from heaven this gentleman: thanks Goddess.

Mem. So ye are pleas’d now Lady?

Calis. Now or never.

Mem. My cold stiffe carkass would have frozen ye,
Wars, wars.

King. Ye shall have wars.

Mem. My next brave battel I dedicate to your bright honour, Sister, Give me a favour, that the world may know I am your Souldier.

Calis. This, and all fair Fortunes.

Mem. And he that bears this from me, must strike boldly.
[Cleanthe kneeling.

Calis. I do forgive thee: be honest; no more wench.

King. Come now to Revels, this blest day shall prove
The happy crown of noble Faith and Love. [Exeunt.