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tain, rally up your rotten regiment, and be gone. Mar. You are more variable than you were. I had rather thresh than be bound to kick these Arb. It may be so. rascals, 'till they cry'd, ' ho !' Bessus, you may Mar. To-day no hermit could be humbler put your hand to them now, and then you are Than you were to us all. quit. Farewell! as you like this, pray visit me Arb. And what of this? again ; 'twill keep me in good health. (Erit. Mar. And now you take new rage into your 2 Sw. H'as a devilish hard foot ; I never felt

eyes, the like.

As you would look us all out of the land. 1 Sw. Nor I; and yet, I am sure, I have felt Årb. I do confess it; will that satisfy? a hundred.

I prithee, get thee gone, 2 Sw. If he kick thus i' th' Dog-days, he will Mar. Sir, I will speak. be dry-foundred. What cure now, captain, be Arb. Will ye? sides oil of bays ?

Mar. It is my duty. Bes. Why, well enough, I warrant you; you I fear you'll kill yourself: I am a subject, can go ?

And you shall do me wrong in't; 'tis my cause, 2 Sw. Yes, Heav'n be thank'd! but I feel a And I may speak. shrewd ache; sure, he's sprang my huckle-bone. Arb. Thou art not train'd in sin, i Sw. I ha' lost a haunch.

It seems, Mardonius : Kill myself! by Hear'n, Bes. A little butter, friend, a little butter ; but I will not do it yet; and, when I will, ter and parsley is a sovereign matter: Probatum I'll tell thee, then I shall be such a creature, est.

That thou wilt give me leave without a word. 2 Sw. Captain, we must request your hand There is a method in man's wickedness; now to our honours.

It grows up by degrees : I am not come Bes. Yes, marry, shall ye ; and then let all the So high as killing of myself; there are world come, we are valiant to ourselves, and A hundred thousand sins 'twixt me and it, there's an end.

Which I must do; I shall come to't at last, 1 Sw. Nay, then, we must be valiant. Oh,But, take my oath, not now. Be satisfied, ribs!

And get thee hence. 2 Sw. Oh, my small guts! a plague upon these Mar. I'm sorry 'tis so ill. sharp-toed shoes; they are murderers ! (Exeunt. Arb. Be sorry, then : Enter ARBACES, with his sword drawn.

True sorrow is alone; grieve by thyself.

Mar. I pray you let me see your sword put Arb. It is resolv'd: I bore it whilst I could;

up can no more. Hell, open all thy gates, Before I go : I'll leave you then. And I will thorough them: If they be shut, Arb. Why so. What folly is this in thee? is I'll batter 'em, but I will find the place

it not Where the most damn'd have dwelling! Ere I As apt to mischief as it was before? end,

Can I not reach it, think'st thou? These are toys Amongst them all they shall not have a sin, For children to be pleas'd with, and not men. But I may call it mine; I must begin

Now I am safe, you think: I would the book Wi'th' murder of my friend, and so go on Of Fate were here; my sword is not so sure To that incestuous ravishing, and end

But I would get it out, and mangle that, My life and sins with a forbidden blow

That all the destinies should quite forget Upon myself!

Their fix'd decrees, and haste to make us new, Enter MARDONIUS.

Far other fortunes; mine could not be worse.

Wilt thou now leave me? Mar. What tragedy is near?

Mar. Heav'n put into your bosom temperate That hand was never wont to draw a sword,

thoughts ! But it cry'd dead' to something.

I'll leave you, though I fear. [Erit MAR. Arb. Mardonius,

Arb. Go; thou art honest. Have you bid Gobrias come?

Why should the hasty errors of my youth Mar. How do you, sir?

Be so unpardonable to draw a sin, Arb. Well. Is he coming ?

Helpless, upon me?
Mar. Why, sir, are you thus ?

Enter GOBRIAS.
Why do your hands proclaim a lawless war
Against yourself?

Gob. There is the king; now it is ripe. Arb. Thou answer'st me one question with Arb. Draw near, thou guilty man, another:

That art the author of the loathed'st crime Is Gobrias coming?

Five ages have brought forth, and hear me speak Mar. Sir, he is.

Curses incurable, and all the evils
Arb. Tis well:

Man's body or his spirit can receive,
I can forbear your questions then. Be gone ! Be with thee!
Mar. Sir, I have mark'd-

Gob. Why, sir, do you curse me thus ?
Arb. Mark less! it troubles you

Arb. Why do I curse thee? If there be a man And me.

Subtle in curses, that exceeds the rest,

me,

any thing!

His worst wish on thee! Thou hast broke my Gob. You kill

your

father. heart.

Arb. My father? Though I know it for a lye, Gob. How, sir! Have I preservd you, from a Made out of fear, to save thy stained life, child,

The very rev'rence of the word comes cross me, From all the arrows malice or ambition

And ties mine arm down. Could shoot at you, and have I this for pay ? Gob. I will tell you that shall heighten you Arb. 'Tis true, thou didst preserve me, and in

again; that

I am thy father; I charge thee hear me. Wert crueller than hard'ned murderers

Arb. If it should be so, Of infants and their mothers? Thou didst save As 'tis most false, and that I should be found

A bastard issue, the despised fruit Only till thou hadst studied out a way

Of lawless lust, I should no more admire How to destroy me cunningly thyself:

All my wild passions ! But another truth This was a curious way of torturing.

Shall be wrung from thee: If I could come by Gob. What do you mean?

The spirit of pain, it should be poured on thee, Arb. Thou know'st the evils thou hast done to 'Till thou allow'st thyself more full of lyes me!

Than he that teaches thee.
Dost thou remember all those witching letters
Thou sent'st unto me to Armenia,

Enter ARANE.
Fald with the praise of my beloved sister, Ara. Turn thee about;
Where thou extol'dst her beauty? What had I I come to speak to thee, thou wicked man!
To do with that; what could her beauty be Hear me, thou tyrant !
To me? And thou didst write how well she lov'd Arb. I will turn to thee;
me!

Hear me, thou strumpet! I have blotted out Dost thou remember this ? so that I doted The name of mother, as thou hast thy shame. Something before I saw her.

Ara. My shame! Thou hast less shame than God. This is true. Arb. Is it? and, when I was return'd, thou Why dost thou keep my daughter in a prison ? know'st,

Why dost thou call her sister, and do this? Thou didst pursue it, 'till thou wound'st me in Arb. Cease, thou strange impudence, and anTo such a strange and unbeliev'd affection,

swer quickly! As good men cannot think on.

If thou contemn'st me, this will ask an answer, Gou. This I grant:

And have it. I think, I was the cause.

Ara. Help me, gentle Gobrias. Arb. Wert thou ? Nay, more,

Arb. Guilt dare not help guilt; though they I think, thou meant'st it.

grow together. God Sir, I hate a lye:

In doing iil, yet at the punishment As I love Heav'n and honesty, I did;

They sever, and each flies the noise of other. It was my meaning.

Think not of help; answer! Arb. Be thine own sad judge ;

Ara. I will; to what? A further condemnation will not need:

Arb. To such a thing, as, if it be a truth, Prepare thyself to die.

Think what a creature thou hast made thyself, Gob. Why, sir, to die?

That didst not shame to do what I must blush Arb. Why shouldst thou live? was ever yet Only to ask thee. Tell me who I am, offender

Whose son

I without all circumstance So impudent, that had a thought of mercy, Be thou as hasty as my sword will be, After confession of a crime like this?

If thou refusest. Get out I cannot where thou hurl'dst me in; Ara. Why, you are his son. But I can take revenge; that's all the sweet Arb, His son? Swear, swear, thou worse than ness

woman damn'd! Left for me.

Ara. By all that's good, you are. Gob. Now's the time. Hear me but speak. Arb. Then art thou all Arb No! Yet I will be far more merciful That ever was known bad! Now is the cause Than thou wert to me; thou didst steal into me, Of all my strange misfortunes come to light. And never gav'st me warning : So much time What reverence expect'st thou from a child, As I give thee now, had prevented me

To bring forth which thou hast offended Heav'n, For ever. Notwithstanding all thy sins, Thy husband, and the land ? Adulterous witch! If thou hast hope that there is yet a prayer I know now why thou wouldst have poison'd me: To save thee, turn and speak it to thyself. I was thy lust, which thou wouldst have forgot! Gob. Sir, you shall know your sins, before you Then, wicked mother of my sins, and me, do 'em :

Shew me the way to the inheritance If you kill me

I have by thee, which is a spacious world Art. I will not stay then.

Of impious acts, that I may soon possess it. Got. Know-you kill your father.

Plagues rot thee, as thou liv'st, and such dis. Arb. How?

am,

eases

As use to pay lust, recompence thy deed ! A far more large respect from every man,

Gob. You do not know why you curse thus. And saw her power encrease, and was resolv'd, Arb. Too well.

Since she believ'd she could not have't indeed, You are a pair of vipers ; and behold

At least she would be thought to have a child. The serpent you have got! There is no beast, Arb. Do I not hear it well? Nay, I will make But, if he knew it, has a pedigree

No noise at all; but pray you to the point, As brave as mine, for they have more descents; Quick as you can. And I am every way as beastly got,

Gob. Now when the time was full As far without the compass of a law,

She should be brought to bed, I had a son As they.

Born, which was you: This, the queen hearing Ara. You spend your rage and words in vain,

of, And rail upon a guess; hear us a little.

Mov'd me to let her have you; and such reasons Arb. No, I will never hear, but talk away She shewed me, as she knew well would tie My breath, and die.

My secrecy : She swore you should be king; Gob. Why, but you are no bastard.

And, to be short, I did deliver you Arb. How's that!

Unto her, and pretended you were dead, Ara. Nor child of mine.

And in mine own house kept a funeral, Arb. Still you go on

And had an empty coffin put in earth. In wonders to me.

That night this queen feign d hastily to labour, Gob. Pray you, be more patient;

And by a pair of women of her own, I may bring comfort to you.

Which she had charm’d, she made the world be Arb, I will kneel,

lieve And hear with the obedience of a child.

She was deliver'd of you.

You grew up, Good father, speak! I do acknowledge you,

As the king's son, till you were six years old; So you bring comfort.

Then did the king die, and did leave to me Gob. First know, our last king, your supposed Protection of the realm; and, contrary father,

To his own expectation, left this queen Was old and feeble when he married her, Truly with child, indeed, of the fair princess And almost all the land, as she, past hope Panthea. Then she could have torn her hair, Of issue from him.

And did alone to me, yet durst not speak Arb. Therefore she took leave

In publick, for she knew she should be found To play the whore, because the king was old :

A traitor ; and her tale would have been thought Is this the comfort?

Madness, or any thing rather than truth. Ara. What will you find out

This was the only cause why she did seek
To give me satisfaction, when

you
find

To poison you, and I to keep you safe;
How you have injur'd me? Let fire consume me And this the reason why I sought to kindle
If ever I were whore !

Some sparks of love in you to fair Panthea, Gob. Forbear these starts,

That she might get part of her right again. Or I will leave you wedded to despair,

Arb. And have you made an end now? Is As you are now : If you can find a temper,

this all ? My breath shall be a pleasant western wind If not, I will be still till I be aged, That cools and blasts not.

Till all my hairs be silver. Arb. Bring it out, good father.

Gob. This is all. I'll lie, and listen here as reverently

Arb. And is it true, say you too, madam? As to an angel: If I breathe too loud,

Ara. Yes, Heaven knows, it is most true. Tell me; for I would be as still as night.

Arb. Panthea, then, is not my sister. Gob. Our king, I say, was old, and this our

Gob. No. queen

Arb. But can you prove this ? Desir'd to bring an heir, but yet her husband,

Gob. If you'll give consent, She thought, was past it; and to be dishonest, Else who dares go about it? I think, she would not : If she would have been, Arb. Give consent ? The truth is, she was watch'd so narrowly, Why, I will have 'em all that know it rack'd And had so slender opportunities,

To get this from 'em. All that wait without, She hardly could have been: But yet her cun Come in, whate'er you be, come in, and be ning

Partakers of my joy ! Oh, you are welcome! Pound out this way; she feign'd herself with

Enter BESSUS, Gentlemen, MARDONIUS, and child,

other Attendants. And posts were sent in haste throughout the land,

Mardonius, the best news ! Nay, draw no nearer; And God was humbly thank'd in ev'ry church, They all shall hear it: I am found No King. That so had bless'd the queen; and prayers were Mar. Is that so good news? made

Arh. Yes, the happiest news
For her safe going and delivery.

That e'er was heard.
She feign'd now to grow bigger; and perceiv'd Mar. Indeed, 'twere well for you
This hope of issue made her fear'd, and brought | If you might be a little less obey'd.

men?

la presence.

Arb. One call the queen.

I never heard. Your king shall go so home, Mar. Why, she is there.

As never man went. Arb. The queen,

Mar. Shall he go on's head? Mardonius ? Panthea is the queen,

Arb. He shall have chariots easier than air, And I am plain Arbaces. Go, some one! That I will have invented; and ne'er think She is in Gobrias' house. Since I saw you, He shall pay any ransom ! And thyself, There are a thousand things deliver'd to me, That art the messenger, shall ride before him You little dream of. [Erit a gentleman. On a horse cut out of an entire diamond, Mar. So it should seem. My lord,

That shall be made to go with golden wheels, What fury's this?

I know not how yet. Gob. Believe me, 'tis no fury;

Lyg. Why, I shall be made All that he says is truth.

For ever! They bely'd this king with us,
Mar. 'Tis very strange.

And said he was unkind.
Arb. Why do you keep your hats off, gentle Arb. And then, thy daughter ;

She shall have some strange thing; we'll have Is it to me! I swear it must not be;

the kingdom
Nay, trust me, in good faith, it must not be ! Sold utterly, and put into a toy,
I cannot now command you ; but I pray you, Which she shall wear about her carelessly,
For the respect you bare me when

you

took Somewhere or other. See, the virtuous queen! Me for your king, each man clap on his hat Behold the humblest subject that you have, At my desire.

Kneel here before you.
Mar. We will. You are not found

Enter PANTHEA and i Gentleman.
So mean a man, but that you may be cover'd
As well as we; may you not?

Pan. Why kneel you to me,
Arb. Oh, not here!

That am your vassal? You may, but not I, for here is my father

Arb, Grant me one request.

Pan. Alas! what can I grant you? what I can Mar. Where?

I will.
Arb. Why, there. Oh, the whole story Arb. That you will please to marry me,
Would be a wilderness, to lose thyself

If I can prove it lawful.
For ever. Oh, pardon me, dear father,

Pan. Is that all! For all the idle and unreverend words

More willingly than I would draw this air. That I have spoke in idle moods to you !

Arb. I'll kiss this hand, in earnest. I am Arbaces; we all fellow-subjects;

2 Gent. Sir, Tigranes Nor is the queen Panthea now my sister. Is coming; though he made it strange, at first,

Bes. Why, if you remember, fellow-subject | To see the princess any more. Arbaces, I told you once she was not your

sister:

Enter TIGRANES and SPACONIA.
Ay, and she look'd nothing like you.
Arb. I think you did, good captain Bessus.

Arb. The queen, Bes. Here will arise another question now Thou mean'st. Oh, my Tigranes, pardon me! amongst the sword-men, whether I be to call Tread on my neck; I freely offer it; him to account for beating me, now he is prov'd And, if thou be’st so given, take revenge,

For I have injur'd thee.

Tigr. No; I forgive,
Enter LYGONES.

And rejoice more that you have found repent. Mar. Sir, here's Lygones, the agent for the

ance, Than I

my liberty. Arb. Where is he? I know your business, drb. May'st thou be happy good Lygones.

In thy fair choice, for thou art temperate ! Lyg. We must have our king again, and will

. You owe no ransom to the state. Know, that Arb. I knew that was your business : You I have a thousand joys to tell you of, shall have

Which yet I dare not utter, 'till I pay Your king again; and have him so again, My thanks to Heaven for 'em. Will you go As never king was had. Go, one of you, With me, and help me? pray you, do. And bid Bacurius bring Tigranes hither ;

Tigr. I will. And bring the lady with him, that Panthea, Arb. Take then your fair one with you: And The queen Panthea, sent mé word this morning

you, queen Was brave Tigranes' mistress.

Of goodness and of us, oh, give me leave [Ere. two gentlemen. To take your arm i mine ! Come, every one Lyg. 'Tis Spaconia.

That takes delight in goodness, help to sing Arb. Ay, ay, Spaconia.

Loud thanks for me, that I am prov'd No King ! Lyg. She is my daughter.

(Exeunt omnes. Arb. She is so. I could now tell any thing

No King.

Armenian state.

THE

MAID'S TRAGEDY.

BY

BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

WOMEN.
MEN.

EVADNE, wife to Amintor.
KING.

ASPATIA, troth-plight wife to Amintor. LYSIPPUS, brother to the king.

ANTIPHILA, AMINTOR, a noble gentleman.

OLYMPIAS,

} waiting gentlewomen to Aspatia. MELANTIUS, brothers to Evadne.

Dula, a lady. DIPHILUS,

NIGHT, CALIANAX, an old humourous lord, and father

CYNTHIA, to Aspatia.

NEPTUNE,

masquers. CLEON,

ÆOLUS, STRATO,

gentlemen. DIAGORAS, a servant to Calianar.

SCENE.-Rhodes.

}

ACT I.

Enter CLEON, STRATO, LYSIPPUS, and

Welcomes thy virtues home to Rhodes.

Thou, that with blood abroad buyest us our peace! DIPHILUS.

The breath of kings is like the breath of gods ; Cleon. The rest are making ready, sir. My brother wished thee here, and thou art here. Lys. So let them ; ihere is time enough. He will be too kind, and weary thee with

Diph. You are the brother to the king, my Often welcomes. But the time doth give thee lord; and we'll take your word.

A welcome above his, or all the world's. Lýs. Strato, thou hast some skill in poetry : Mel. My lord, my thanks; but these scratch'd What think'st thou of the masque? Will it be

limbs of mine well?

Have spoke my love and truth unto my friends, Strat. As well as masque can be.

More than my tongue e'er could. My mind's Lys. As masque can be ?

the same Strat. Yes ; they must commend their king, It ever was to you: Where I find worth and speak in praise of the assembly; bless the I love the keeper till he let it go, bride and bridegroom, in person of some god. And then I follow it, They are tied to rules of Aattery.

Diph. Hail, worthy brother!, Cle. See, good my lord, who is returned ! He, that rejoices not at your return Enter MELANTIUS.

In safety, is mine enemy for ever.

Mel. I thank thee, Diphilus. But thou art Lys. Noble Melantius! the land, by me,

faulty ;

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