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THE DISCONTENTED COLONELL. Written by Sir IOHN SUCKLIN.

LONDON, Printed by E. G. for Francis Eagles-fild▪ and are to be sold at the Marrigold in Pauls Church-yard.

 The Sceane Poland. The Actors Names. SIgismond, King of Poland. Miessa. Melidor. A Lord. Counsellours to the King. Brennoralt, a discontent. Doran, His Friend. Villanor. Granivert. Marrinell. Cavaliers and Officers Vnder Brennoralt. Strathman. Fresolin, Brother to Francelia. Iphigene, young Palatine of Florence. Palatine of Menser, Governour, one of the chiefe Rebells. Palatine of Trock a Rebell. Almerin, a gallant Rebell. Morat, his Lieutenant Colonell. Francelia, the Governours Daughter. Orillia, a waiting woman to Francelia. Raguelin, a servant in the governours House, but spy to Brennoralt. Iailor. Guard. Souldiers. THE DISCONTENTED COLONELL. Actus primus. Scena prima. Enter Brennoralt, Doran. Bren. I Say the Court is but a narrow circuit, Though something elevate about the common; A kind of Ants nest in the great wilde field, Orecharg'd with multitudes of quick inhabitants, Who still are miserably busied, get in, What the loose foot of prodigality, As fast doth throw abroad. Dor. Good. A most eternall place of low affronts, And then as low submissions. Bren. Right. High cowards in Revenges 'mongst themselves, And onely valiant, when they mischiefe others, Dor. Stars, that would have no name, But for the ills they threaten in conjunction: Bren. A race of hallow, and unskillfull Pilots, Which doe misguide the ship, even in the calm, And in great stormes, serve but as weight To sinke it, Alarum within. More, prithee more. Tis musique to my melancholy. Enter Souldier. My Lord; a cloud of dust and men The sentinells from the East gate discover, And as they guesse, the storme bends this way. Bren. Let it be. Sol. My Lord. Bren. Let it be, I will not fight to day, Bid Strathman draw to the Trenches, On, prithee on. Dor. The King employes a company of formall Leards, Men who have no other other proofe of their Long life, but that they are old. Bren. Right, and if they'r wise, Tis for themselves, not others, As old men ever are. Alarum. Enter Souldier. Sol. Colonell, Colonell, The enemy's at hand, kills all the Centries, Yong Alermin leads them on agen. Bren. Let him lead them off agen then, Second Sol. Colonell. Bren. Be gone, If th'a'rt afraid, goe hide thy selfe, Second Sol. What a devill ayles hee? Exit. Bren. This Almerin's the ague of the Campe, He shakes it once a day. Dor. It is the ill conscience rather, He never lets it rest, Would I were at home agen, S'foot we lye here ith' renches, as if it were For a wind to carry us in the other World, every houre we expect, I'le no more on't; Bren. Prithee. Dor. Not I by heaven. Bren. What man, the worst is but faire death. Dor. And what will that amount to? Faire Epitaph, a fine account, Ile home I sweare: Enter Strathman. Stra. Arme, arme, my Lord, And shew your selfe, all's lost else. Dor. Why so? Stra. The Rebells, like an unruly flood, Roule o're the Trenches, and throw downe All before them. Bren. Ha. Stra. Wee cannot make a stand. Bren. He would out-rivall us in honour too As well as love, but that he must not doe; Helpe me Stratheman; (puts on Armour, The danger now growes worthy of our swords, And O Doran, would heaven there were No other storme, then this worst Tempest here. Exeunt. Enter Marrinell throwing downe one he carries. Mar. There: The Sun's the nearest surgeon I know, And the honestest, if thou recoverest, why so? If not, the cure's paid; they have mauld us. Enter Granivert with another upon his back. Gran. A curse light on this powder, It spoiles valour er'e t'is halfe way it's journey, What a disadvantage fight we upon in this age? He that did well heretofore, Had the broad faire day to shew it in, Witnesses enough; we must beleeve one another, 'Tis night when we begin. Smalke, by this hand I can beare with you No longer, how now? dead as I live; Stolne away just as he used to a wench, Well goe thy wayes for a quiet drinker and dyer, I shall never know thy fellow; (searches his pockets. These trifles too about thee. There was never an honester poore wretch Borne, I thinks, hum Marrinell (she spies Marrinell, Mar. Who's that? Gra. Tis I, Hem▪ how goes matters? Mar. Scurvily enough; Yet since our Colonell came, they've got no ground Of us, a weake Sculler against wind and Tide, Would have done as much, harke, This way the Torrent beares. (Exeunt. Enter Fresolin, Almerin, Rebells. Fre. The villaines all have left us. Alm. Would they had left their feares, Behind them with the enemy, But come, since we must. (Exeunt. Enter Brennoralt, Souldiers. Bren. Hoe Stratheman, Skirt on the left hand with the horse; And get betwixt these and that body: They'r rallied up for rescue. Dor. They'r our. Bren. Charge through. (Exeunt. A shout within. Enter Brennoralt, Stratheman, Doran, Marrinell. Bren, VVhat shout is that? Stra. They've taken Almerin my Lord. Bren. Almerin, the devill thanke them for't, VVhen I had hunted hard all day, And now at length unhearded the proud deare, The curs have snatch't him up, sound a retreat. Ther's nothing now behind; who saw Doran? Stra. Shal we bring Almerin in my Lord? Bren. No, Gazing is low Triumph, Convey him fairely to the King, Hee fought it fairely. Doran. VVhat youth was that whom you bestrid my Lord, And sav'd from all our Swords to day, VVas he not of the enemy? Bren. It may be so. Stra.

The Governors sonne Fresolin his mistresses bro∣ther in Dorancare.

 Bren. No matter whom. Pity the rough hand of war, should earely Courages destroy, before they bud, Or shew themselves i'th heate of action. Mar. I threw my Lord a youth upon a banke Which seeking after the retreat I found Dead, and a Woman the pretty daughter Of the Forrester, Lucillia. Bren. See, see, Doran, a sad experiment, Woman's the cowardliest and coldest thing The world brings forth, Yet love as fire workes water, Makes it boile over, and doe things contrary To its proper nature, I should shed a teare could I tell how: Poore Lucillia, thou didst for me what did As ill become thee, see her gently buried: Boy, send the surgeon to the tent; I bleed: What lowsy cottages they'ave given our soules? Each petty storme shakes them into disorder, And costs more paine to patch them up againe Then they are worth by much: I'me weary of the tenement. Exeunt. Enter Villanor, Granivert, Marrinell and Stratheman. Gra. Villanor, welcome, welcome, when cam'st thou? Vil. Look, I weare the Kings high way still on my bootes Gra. A pretty riding phrase, and how, and how, Ladies cheap. Vil. Faith reasonable. Those toyes were never deare thou know'st; A little time and industry they'l cost. But in good faith, not much, some few there are, That set themselves at mighty rates. Gra. Which we o'th wise passe by, As things are valued in the market; I'st not so? Vill. You have said Sir. Your friend the Rivall's married, Has obtain'd the long lov'd Lady, And is such an asse after. Gran. Hum. Tis ever so,

The motions of married people are as of other naturall vio∣lent Gentlemen to the place and calme in it.

 Mar. We know this so, and yet we must be fooling. Gra. Faith, women are the baggage of life, They are troublesome, and hinder us In the great March; and yet we cannot be without 'em: Mar. You speake very well, and Souldier-like. Gra. VVhat thou art a wit too I warrant In our absence. Mar. Hum. No, no, a poore pretender, A Candidate, or so, 'gainst the next Sessions, Wit enough to laugh at you here. Gra. Like enough, valour's a crime, The wise have still approach't unto the valiant, And the fooles too. Vill. Raylery apart Granivert, What accommodation shall we find here? Gra. Cleane straw sweet heart, and meat, When thou canst get it. Vill. Hum-straw. Gra. Yes. Tha's all will be betwixt Incest, You and your mother Earth must Iye together Vill. Prithee let's be serious, will this last? How goes affaires? Gra. Well; Vill. But well▪ Gra. Faith 'tis now upon the turning of the ballance, A most equall businesse t'wixt Rebellion and Loyalty. Vill. What do'st meane? Gra. VVhy which shall be the vertue, and which shall be the vice? Vill. How the devill can that be? Gra. O successe is a rare point, hides all the uglinesse! Vill. Prithee what's the quarrell? Gra. Nay, for that excuse us, Ask the children of peace, They have the leasure to study it: VVe know nothing of it, Liberty they say: Vill. S'foot Let the King make an act, That any man may be unmarried agen; The's liberty for them, a race of Halfe witted fellowes quarrell about freedome, And all that while allow the bonds of matrimony. Gra. You speake very well Sir; Mar. Soft, the King and Councell. Enter King, Lords, Brennoralt. Gra. Looke, they follow after like tir'd spanniells, Quest sometimes for company, that is, concurre, And that's their businesse. Mar. They are as weary of this sport, As a young unthrift of his land. Any bargaine to be rid on't. Vill. Can you blame them, who's that? Mar: Brennoralt, our brave Colonell, A discontent, but what of that, who is not? Vill. His face speakes him one, Mar. Th'art in the right! He lookes still as if he were saying to Fortune, huswife, goe about your businesse, Come let's retire to Burrutheus Tent, Taste a bottle, and speake bold truths, That's our way now. (Exeunt. Manent K. Lords. Mies. Thinke not of pardon Sir, Rigour and mercy us'd in states Incertainly and in ill times, Looke not like theffects of vertue, But necessity, nor will they thanke Your goodnesse, but your feares. Melid. My Lord Revenge in Princes Should be still imperfect, it is the handsomest, The King comes to reduce, not ruine. Bren. Who puts but on the face of punishing, And onely gently acts, but prunes Rebellion, He makes that flourish, which hee would destroy Who would not be a rebell? when the hopes Are vast, the feares but small. Melid. I would not, nor you my L. nor any here, Feare keepes low spirits in, the brave Doe get above it, when they doe resolve, Such punishments in infancy of war, Makes men more desperate, not more yeelding: The common people are a kind of flies, Are catcht with honey, not with wormewood, Severity exasperates the stird up humour, And state distempers turnes into diseases. Bre. The Gods deend great Poland state should bee Such, as it dares not to take right Physick, Quarters to rebells Sir. When you give that to them, Give that to me which they deserve, I would not live to see it. Third Lord. Turne o're your owne And other Chronicles, & you shall find (great) That nothing makes a civill war long liv'd, (Sir But ransome returning back the brands, Which unextinct kindled still fiercer fires. Mies. Mercy bestowed on those dispute with Swords, Does loose the Angell face it has, And is not mercy Sir, but policy, With a weake vizard on. King. Y'have not my thoughts, My Lords, Nor will it need larger debates to morrow, In the sight of the besiged, the rebell dyes, Miessa, tis your care the mercy Of high heaven may be offended so, That it cannot forgive mortalls, much more VVhich is not infinite, My Lords. Exeunt. Enter Iphigene, Almerin, as in prison. Iphi. O Almerin, VVould we had never knowne the ruffle of the world, But were againe by golden banks in solitude, VVhere thou and I, sheapherd, and sheapherdesse, So oft by turnes, as often still have wisht, That we as easily could have chang'd our Sex▪ As Cloths, but all those innocent joyes, Like glorious morning are retir'd into Darke sullen clouds, before we know To value what we had. Alm. Fame, and victory are light huswies. That throw themselves into the armes▪ Not of the valiant, but the fortunate▪ To be taken thus: Iph. Almerin. Alm. Nipt in the bud of honour. Iph. My Lord. Alm. Foild, and by the man, That doth pretend unto Francelia. Iph. VVhat is't you doe my Almerin? Sit still and quarrell with the winds Because there is a shipwrack towards, And never thinke of saving of the Barqe. Alm. The Barque, what should we doe with that? VVhen the rich fraight is lost, my name in armes. Iph. VVho knowes what prizes are behind, If you attend, and wait a second voyage. Alm. Never, never, There are no second voyages in this, The wounds of honour doe admit no cure. Iph. Those slight ones which misfortune gives must needs, Else why should mortalls value it at all? For who would toile to treasure up a wealth, VVhich weake inconstancy did keepe, Or might dispose of? (Enter Melidor. O my Lord, what newes? Melia. As ll as your owne feares could give you, The Counsell has decreed him sudden death, And all the wayes to mercy are blockt up. Iphi. weepes, and sighes▪ Alm. My Iphigine, This was a misbecomming peece of love, VVomen would mannage a disaster better, (he weepes and sighes agen. Againe thon art unkind; Thy goodnesse is so great, it makes thee faulty; For whil'st thou think'st to take the trouble from me Thou giv'st me more, by giving me thine too. Iph. Alas, I am indeed, a uselesse trifle, A dull, dull thing, for could I now doe any thing But grieve and pitty, I might helpe; My thoughts labour to find a way, But like to birds in cages, Though they never rest, They are but where they did set out at first. Enter Iaylour. Iai. My Lord your pardon, The prisoner must retire, I have receiv'd an order from the King, Denies accesse to any. Iph. He cannot be so great a Tyrant. Alm. I thanke him, nor can he use me ill enough; I onely grieve that I must dye in debt, A bankrupt, such thy love has made me; My dearest Iphigene, farewell, It is no time for ceremony, Shew me which way I must, Exit. Iph. Griefe strove with such disorder to get ot, It stopt the passage, sent back my words, That were already on the place. Melid. Stay, there is yet a way. Iph. O speake it. Mel. But there is danger in't Iphigene, To thee high danger. Iph. Fight children in the darke with that, And let me know it, Ther's no such thing in nature if Almerin be lost. Mel. Thus then, You must be taken prisoner too, And by that exchange save Almerin. Iph. How can that be? Mel. VVhy—studies. Step in and pray him set his hand (To the Iaylor About this distance, his seale too. Iai. My Lord, I know not what that is. Mel. Setling of money busines foole betwixt us. Iai. If't be no more. Mel. Tell him Iphigene and I desire it: (Exit: I'le send by Strathocles his servant A letter to Morat, thus signed, and sealed, That shall informe the sudden execution, Command him as the onely meanes, To save his life, to sally out this night Upon the Quarters▪ and endeavour prisoners, Name you as most secure, and slightliest guarded, Best pledge of safety; but charge him That he kill not any, if't be avoydable, Lest it should enrage the King yet more And make his death more certaine. Enter Iailour with the writings. Iai. He understands it not, He sayes, but he hath sent it. Iph. But should Morat mistrust now, Or this miscarry. Mel. Come leave it to me, Ile take the Pylots part And reach the port, or perish in the art. Actus Secundus. Enter Almerin in prison. Alm. Sleepe is as nice as woman, The more I court it, the more it flies me. Thy elder brother will be kinder yet; Unsent for death will come to morrow. Well, what can to morrow doe? 'Twill cure the sence of honour lost; I and my discontents, shall rest together: VVhat hurt is there in this? But death against the will, Is but a slovingly kind of potion; And though prescrib'd by Heaven, It goes against mens stomacks, So does it at fourescore too, when the soul's Mew'd up in narrow darknesse, Neither sees, nor heares, Pish, tis meere fondnesse in our nature, A cetaine clownish cowardise, that still Would stay at home, and dares not venter Into forragne Countries, the better then Its owne—ha, what Countries? for we receive Description of the world from our Divines, As blind men take relations of this from us, My thoughts lead me into the darke, And there they leave me; Ile no more on't. He knocks within there; some papers & a light; Ile write toth' King, Defie him, and provoke a quick dispatch, I would not hold this lingring doubtfull state, So long agen for all that hope can give. Enter 3. or. 4. of the guard with papers▪ writing▪ That Sword doth tempt me strangely VVer't in my hands, t'were worth the other two But then the guard, it sleepes And drinkes, may be to contrive, If so, that I could not passe, Why if I fall in't, tis better yet then pageantry, A Scaffold or spectators, more Souldier like. on of the guard peepes over his shoulder. Vncivill villaine▪ read my letter? 1. Guard. Not I, not I, my Lord. Alm. Deny it too, snatches his swod, strikes him▪ 1. Guard. Murder, murder, Arme, arme. The Guard runs out. Alm. Ile follow, give the Alarum within, Tis lest suspitious, arme, arme, arme. The enemy, the enemy. Exit. Sol, Let them come▪ Let them come, let them come. Enter Souldiers running o're the stage, one throwing away his armes. Enter Almerin. Al. I heare fresh noise, The Camp's in great disorder, where am I now? 'Tis strangely darke, goddesse without eyes Be thou my guide, for blindnesse, and sight, Are equall sence, and equall use this night. Exit. Enter Granivert, Stratheman, Villanor, Marrinell. Gra. Trouble not thy selfe, child of discontent, Twill take no hurt I warrant thee, The state is but a little dunke, And when't has spud up that, that made it so, Twill be well agen, ther's my opinion in short. Mar. Th'art in the right, The state's a prety forehanded state, And will doe reason hereafter, Let's drinke, and talke no more on't. Al. A good motion, a good motion, lets drinke. Vil. I, I, lets drinke. Stra. Come, to a mistris. Gra. Agreed, name, name. Vil. Any body, Vermillia. Gra. Away with it. Shees pretty to walke with, And witty to talke with, And pleasant to thinke on, But the best use of all Is, her health is a stawle And hel sus, to make us drinke on. Stra. Excellent. Gentlemen, if you say the word, VVee'l vant credit, and affect high pleasure, Shall we? Vil. I, I▪ Let's doe that. Stra. VVhat thinke you of the sacrifice now? Ma. Cme, wee'l have it, For trickling teares are vaine. Vil. The sacrifice, what's that? Stra. Child of ignorance, 'tis a campe health, An Alamode one, Granivert begin it. Gra. Come give it me. Let me see, (Pi up a Rose: Which of them this Rose will serve, hum, hum, hum, Bright Star o'the lower Orbe twinkling inviter Which draw'st (as well as eyes) but sets men righter. For who at thee begins, comes to the place Sooner then he, that sets out at the face: Eyes are seducing lights, that the good women know And hang out these a nearer way to shew. Mar. Fine, and patheticall, come Villanor. Vil. Whats the matter? Mar. Come your liquour, and your stanzons, Lines, lines. Vil. Of what. Mar. Why of any thing your Mistris has given you. Vil. Gentlemen, she never gave me any thing but a box O'th eare, for offering to kisse her once; Stra. Of that box then. Mar. I, I, of that box, of that box. Vil. Since it must be, give me the poyson then (Drinkes That Box faire Mistris, which thou gav'st me and spits. Inhumane guesse, is like to cost me three, Three cups of wine, and veres six, The Rime will down, but verse for Rime still stickes, By which you all will easily, Gentles know I am better drinke then a Po— Enter Doran. Mar. La you there now. Doran, Doran. Gra. A Hall, a Hall. To welcome our friend. Some liquour he A newer fresh face, Must not alter our pace, But make us stil drnik the quicker hoe Wine, Wine O tis Divine; Come let us unto our brother. What's at the tongues end It forth doth send And will not a sillable smother. Then, It unlockes the brest, And throwes out the rest, And learnes us to know each other. Dor. Mad lads, have yee been heere ever since? Stra. Yes faith, thou seest the worst of us. We debauch in discipline, Foure and twenty houres is the time▪ Burrutheus had the watch to night, To morrow 'twill be at my tent Dor. Good and dee know what has fallen out to night? Stra. Yes, Granivert and my Lieutenant Colonell, But they are friends agen. Dor. Pish, pish, the young Palatine of Florence And his grave guardian surpris'd to night, Carried by the enemy out of his quarters. Gra. As a Chicken by a Kite out of a back-side, Was't not so? Dor. Is that all? Gra. Yes, my colonell did not love him, He eates sweet meates upon a march too. Dor. Wel, harke ye, VVorse yet, Almerin's gone, Forc't the Court of Guard where he was prisoner And has made an escape. Gra. So pale and frightlesse a wretch, Drew Priams Curtaine in the dead of night, And told him, halfe Troy was burn'd, He was of my mind, I would have done so my self▪ Do. VVell, there's high suspitions abroad. Yee shall see strange discovery I'th counsell of war. Gra. VVha counsell speakes? Dor. One cal'd this morning, Y'are all sent to. Gra. I'le put on cleane linnen and speake wisely. Dor. Soote weele have a round first. Gr. By all meanes sir. Sings. Come let the State stay, And drink away, There is no businsse above it. It warmes the cold braine, It makes us speake in high raine, Hee's a foole that does not approve it. The Macedon youth Left behind him this truth, That nothing is done with much thinking, He drunke and sought Till he had what he sought, The world was his own by good drinking. Exeunt. Enter Generall of the Rebells, Palatine of Trock, Minse, Francelia, Almerin, Norat. Gen. As your friend my Lord, he has the priviledge of ours, And may injoy a liberty we would deny To enemies. Alm. I thanke your Excellence, O Iphigene he does not know That thou the nobler part of friendship hold'st, And do'st oblige whilst I can but acknowledge. Mi. Opportunity to states men is as the just degree Of heat to Chymists, it perects all the worke, And in this prisoner tis offer'd. VVe now are there where men should still begin To treat upon advantages. Te Patine of Trock ad Minse, VVith Almerin shall to the King. Petition shall be drawne. Humble forme, but of that matter As the bold Macedonan youths would send To men they did despise for luxury, The first begets opinion in the world; Which lookes not far, but on the outside dwells, To 'ther enforces courage in our owne; For bold demands, must boldly be maintained. Pal. Let al goe on stil in the publique name, But keepe an eare open to particular offer, Liberty and publique good Are like great Oleos, Must have the upper end stil of our tables, Tho they are but for shew. Fra. VVould I had never seene that shape 'Thas poison in't Yet where dwels good, if il inhabit there? Min. Presse much Religion, For tho we dresse the scruples for the multitude▪ And for our selves reserve the advantages (It being much pretext) yet it is necessary For things of faith are so abstruse and ni They wil admit dispute continually, So howsoever other demands appeare, These never can be prov'd unseasonable The subject being of so fine a nature, If not submits himselfe to sense, but scapes The trials, which concludes al common doubts. Fran. My Lord, you use me, as il painters paint, VVho while they labour to make faces faire, Neglect to make them like. Iph. Madam, there is no ship-wrack of your Vertues neare, that you should throw away Any of al your excellencies To save the dearest modesty. Gen. If they proceede with us, we can retreate Unto expositions, and the peoples votes, If they refuse us wholly▪ then we plead The King's besieged, blockt up so straitly By some few, that reliefe can find no way To enter to the King, or yet out to us, Exclaime against it loud, Till the Polonians thinke it high injustice, And with us better yet: Then easily doe we rise unto our ends, And wil become their envy through their pitty▪ At worst you may confirme our party there, Encrease it too, there is one Brennoralt Men call him gallant, but a discontent, My Cozen, the King has us'd him ill, Him a hansome whisper will draw, The afternoone shal perfect What we have loosely now resolved. Iph. If in discourse of beauty, So large an Empire, I doe wander, It wil become your goodnesse Madam To set me right; And in a Cuntry where your selfe is Queene, Not suffer forrainers to loose themselves, Gen. What making revenges Palatine, And taking prisoners faire Ladies hearts. Iph. Yes my Lord, And have no better fortune in this war Then in the other, for while I thinke to take I am surpris'd my selfe. Fran. Dissembler, would thou we't. Min. You are a Courtier my Lord, The Palatine of Pocen Will grace the Hymenalls And that they may be whilst his stay is heere, I'le Court my Lord in absence. Take of you the little strangenesse Virgins must weare at first. Iphigenea swoons. Looke to the Palatine. Mir. How is't my dearest Iphigene. Iph. Not well, I would retire. Gen. A qualme. Mor. His colour stole away, sunke downe, As water in a weather-glasse Prest by a warme hand. Min. A Cordiall of kind looks from the King, Let us withdraw and heare him. Exeunt. Enter Brennoralt, Doran, Raguelin. Dor. Yet to be married? What? are you mute now? Bren. Thou cam'st too hastily upon me, Putst too close the colours to my eye, I could not is impossible. Dor. Impossible! It were impossible it should be otherwise; What can you imagine there of constancy? Where 'tis so much their nature to love change, That when they say, but what they are, They excuse themselves for what they doe. Bre. Shee hardly knowes him yet in such an instant. Dor. O you know not how fire flies, When it doth catch light matter, woman. Bren. No more of that, Shee's yet the pretiousest thing in al my thoughts, I if it be so, I am a lost thing in the world, Doran. Dor. How. Br. Thou wilt in vaine perswade me to be other, Life which to others is a good that they enjoy, To me will be an evil I shal suffer. Do, Looke on another face, that's present remedy▪ Br. How ill thou do'st conclude, Cause there are pestilent aires which kill men suddenly In health; must there be soveraigne As suddenly to cure in sicknesse? Exit. Enter Aper hastily. It never was in nature. I was a oole to thinke Death only kept the doores of ill paid Lone, When or disdaine, or spite Could let me out as wel. Dor. Right, were I as you It should trouble me no more To free my sele of Love, Then to spit out that which made me sick. Bren. I'le tell her so, that she may laugh at me, As at a prisoner threatning his Guard, He will breake loose, and so is made the Faster, Shee has charmes Doran, Can fetch in a rebellious heart, Even while it is conspiring liberty, O, she has all the vertues of her sex And not the vices, Chast and unsullied, As first opening Lillies Or untoucht buds. Dor. Chast, why d'ee honour me Because I throw my selfe not off a precipice? Tis her ruine to be otherwise, Tho we blame those that kil themselves, We praise not him, that keepes himselfe alive That deserves nothing. Bren. And tis the least, Shee triumphs when she does not appeare▪ I have as many rivalls as beholders. Dor. All that increases but our jealousies, If you have now such qualmes for that you have not; VVhat will you have, for that you shal possesse? Bren. Dul Heretique, know I have these Because I have not her, VVhen I have her, I shall have these no more▪ Her fancy now; Her vertue then wil governe, And as I watch with doubtfull eye The wavering needle in the best sundyall Til it has setled, then the troubles ore, Because I know when it is fixt, its true, So hre my doubts are al aore me▪ Sure Doran, crown'd conquerours are But the types of Lovers, which enjoy and really possesse VVhat tother have in dreams. I'le send a chalenge to him. Dor. Doe and be thought a mad-man, To what purpose? If she Love him, she will but hate you more, Lovers in favour Brennoral are gamesters, In good fortune, the more you set them, The more they get. Bren. Ile see her then this night, By heaven I will. Dor. VVhere! in the cittadll. Bren. Know what, and why? Dor. He raves: Bennoralt. Bren. Let me alne, I conjure thee by the discretion Left betwixt us; that's thine, For mine's divorc't by injury of fortune▪ Leave me to my selfe. Dor. I have done. Bren. Is there such a passage As thou hast told me of into the Castle? Ra. There is my Lord. Bren. And dar'st thou let me in; Ra. If you my Lord dare venture. Bren. There are no centries neare it. Ra. None. Bren. How to the Chamber afterwards? Ra. Her woman. Bren. VVha'ts shee? Ra. A wicket to my Ladies secrets, One that stands up to marriage with me. Bren. There, upon thy life be secret. flings him a purse, Ra. Else all punishments due to ingratitude. Bren. Enough: I am a storme within, till I am there, O Doran, That that, which is so pleasant to behld, Should be such paine within. Dor. Poore Brennoralt; Thou art still he Mrtyr of a thousand Tyrants▪ Love, honour, and ambition, raigne by turnes, And shew eir power upon thee. Bren. VVhy let them; I am still Brennoralt, Even Kings themselves are by their Servants rul'd sometimes, Let their owne slaves governe at od houres, Yet not subject their person or their powers. Exeunt. Actus Tertius. Enter Iphigene as in a Garden. Iph: WHat have I got by changing place, But as a wretch which ventures to the warres, Seeking the misery with paine abroad, He found, but wisely thought, And had left at home—weepes, Fortune thou hast no Tyranny, Beyond this usage, Would I had never hop't, O had betimes despair'd, Let never in the gentle theefe, Or kept him but a guest, Not made him Lord at all. Thus as my stormes of griefe, Carry my teares which should releeve my heart, Have hurried to the thanklesse Ocean clouds, Ad showres which needed not at all the curtesie When the poore plaines have languisht, For the want and almost burst asunder, Ile have this statues place, and undertake, At my owne charge, to keepe the water ull. Enter Francelia. Fran. These fond impressions grow too strong upon mee; They were at first without designe or end Like the first Elements, that knowes not what, And why they act, & yet produce strange things, Poore innocent desires, journeying they know Not whither, but now they promise to themselves Strange things, grow insolent, threaten no rest, Till they be satisfied. What difference was betweene these Lords? The one made love as if he by assault, Would take my heart, so forc't it to defence, While t'other blew it up with secret mines, And left no place for it, here he is; Teaes steale too from his eyes, As if, not daring to be knowne, To passe that way, make it good cunning griefe; Thou knew'st thou could'st not dresse thy selfe, (Iphigene spies Francelia In any other lookes, to make thee lovely. Iph. Francelia, If through the ignorance of places, I have intruded on your privacies, Found out forbidden paths, 'Tis fit you pardon Madam. For 'tis my melancholy, not I offends. Fran. So great a melancholy would well become. Mischances, such as time cannot repaire, Those of the warre, are but the petty Cures, of every comming houre. Iph. Why should I not now tell her all since tis in her, To save my life, who knowes but she may be Gallant so farre, as to undoe her selfe, To make another happy? Madam, the accidents of warre, Contribute least to my sad thoughts, If any such I have; Imprisonment can never be Where the place holds what we more love, And yet, Fran. My Lord. Iph. In this imprisonment. Fran. Proceed my Lord. Iph. I dare not Madam. Fran. I see I do disturbe you, and enter upon your secrets, Which when I know, I cannot serve you in. Iph. Oh, most of any, You are the cause of all, Fran. I my Lord. Iph. You Maddam, you alone, Fran. Alas, that 'tis too, soone to understand, Iph. Must not you marry Almerin? Fran. They tell me, 'tis design'd, Iph. If he have you, I am for ever lost. Fran. Lost? the heavens forbid they should designe so ill. Or when they shall, that I should be the cause. Iph. Ha, her eyes are strangely kind, Shee prompts me excellently, Stars be propitious, and I am sfer, Away: Ile not expect it. Fran. His passion labours for vent. Iph. Is there a hope you will not give your selfe, To Almerin? Fran. My Lord this ayre is common, The walkes within are pleasanter. Iph Invitation. God of desire be kind, And fill me now with languages, Such as thou lend'st thy favorites, When thou would'st give them easy victory, And I forgive thee all thy cruelties. (Exeunt. Enter Palatine of Trock, Mense. Almerin. Brennoralt, Lords. Min. Consider too. That those who are so necessitated to use violence, Have first beene violent by necessity, Pal. But still you judge not right of the prerogative, For oft it stands with power and law, As with our faith and reason; It is not still against, that is above my Lord. Second Lord. You had of all least reason, For would the King be unjust he cannot, Where ther's so little to be ha. Alm. Where there is least, there's liberty my Lord; And tis more injury to pull haires From the bald, then from the bushy heades. (Exe▪ talking. Trock puls Brennoralt. Pal. Brennoralt, a word, My Lord the world has cast i'ts eye upon you, And mak't you out one of the formost men. Y'have buied Fame the earliest of any, And send her still on errands; Much of the bravery of the Nation, Has taken up i'ts lodging in you, And gallant men but coppy from you. Bren. is goodly language this; what would it meane? Pal. The Lithuanians wish you well, and wonder, So much desert should be so ill rewarded. Bren. Good. Pal. While all the gifts the crowne is master of Are plac't upon the Empire. Bren. Still I take you not. Pal. Then to be plaine, Our Army would be proud of you, Pay the neglected scores of merit double, All that you hold here of command, and what, Your fortune in this Sigismond has suffer'd, Repair'd, and make it fairer then it was at first. Bren. How? That nothing Lord trifle below ill language, How came it in thy heart to tempt my honour? Pal. My Lord. Bren. Do'st thinke cause I am angry, With the King aad state sometimes, I am fallen out with vertue and my selfe, Draw, draw or by goodnesse. Pal. What meanes your Lord-ship? Bren. Draw, I say, He that would thinke me villaine is one And I doe weare this toy to purge the world Of such, they've sav'd thee, Enter King Lords, Me∣lid. Miessa, they kisse the Kings hand. Wer't thou good natur'd thou wouldst Love a King the better during life, King. If they be just. They call for gracious answers, Speedy how ere we promise, All. Long live great , Bren. The Sir, are of the wilder sort of creatures, Must be rid with harsh curbs, and since the warre Can onely make them tride, what can be us'd but Swords? where men have alne, From not respecting Royalty, Unto a liberty of offending it; What tho their numbers equalls your Sir? And now or'd by necessity, Like cuts in narrow roomes, They fly upon your face: Thinke you rebellion and loyalty, Are empty names, and that in subjects hearts, They give not both and take away the courage; Shall we beleeve there is no difference, In good, and bad? no punishment, Nor no protection? forbid it heaven, If when great honour, safety too Hanges in disute, we should not draw our swords, Why were we ever taught to weare them Sir? Mies, This late commotion in your kingdomes Sir, Is like a growing upon the face, Which as we cannot looke on without trouble So ak't away we cannot, without danger, War there has ouiest face, and I Must feare it, where the pretext is fairest. Religion, and Liberty, Most specious names, Which like the bills of ubtle Mountebanks, Fill'd with great promises of Curing all; Tho by the wie pass'd by unread, as common couenage, Yet by th'unknowing multitude, They'r admir'd and flockt to▪ King. I▪ there no way to diabuse them? M. A I's now too late, the vulgar in religion are Like unknowne land, And those that first possesse them, have them. Then (Sir) consider, justnesse of cause is nothing, When things is risen to the point they are? 'Tis either not examin'd or beleev'd▪ Amongst the world. The better cause the Grecians hd of old, Yet were the Gods themselves divided in it, And the foule Ravisher found as good protection, As the much injur'd husband▪ Nor are you (Sir) assur'd of all behind you, For tho your per in the subjects hearts, Stands highly honour'd and belo'd▪ Yet are there certain Acts of state, Which men call grievances abroad. And tho they bore them in the times of peace, Yet will they now perchance thinke to be free, And throw them off for Sir The Common people are much like the Sea, Which suffers things to fall, And sink unto the bottome in a calme, Which in a storme, Stur'd and enrag'd it lifts, and doth keepe up. Then time, Distempers cures, more safely (Sir) then physicke, Or instant letting blood▪ Religion now Is a young mistris there, for which each man will ight And dye at least; Let it alone a while, And t'will become a kind of married wife, People will be content to live with it, In quietnesse, if that at least may be, My voyce is therefore (Sir) for peace. Mies. Were Sir the question simply warre or peace, It were no more then shortly to be ask't, VVhether we would be well or ill, Since war, the sicknesse of a kingdome is, And peace the Health: But here I doe conceive, 'Twill rather be, whether we had not better Endure sharpe sicknesse for a , 'enjoy A perfect strength, then have it languish on us; For peace and war, is an incestuous line, Have still begot each other; Those men that highly now have broke all lawes, (The great one onely is t'wixt man and man, What safety can they promise? tho they give it▪ VVill they not still suspect, and justly too, That all those bonds should be Broken agen to them; so being still in feares, And jealousies themselves▪ they mut infect The people, for in such a case, The private safety is a publique troubl, Nor will they ever want pretext, Since he that will Maintaine it with his Sword hee's injur'd, May say't at any time: Then (Sr) as terrible war appeares, My vote is for't, nor shall I ever care, How ugly my Physicians shall be, So he can doe the cure, Lord. In entring Phyi, I thinke Sir none so much considers The Doctors face, as his owne body, To keepe on foot the war, with all the wants, Is to let blod, and rong potions, In dangerous sicknesse. King. I see a wonder not to find my Lords, This difference in opinion, the subject's large, Nor can we there too much dispute, where, when VVe erre tis at a kingdomes charge, Peace and are in themseles indifferent, And time doth stamp them, either good or bad, But here the place, is much considerable, VVar in our owne. Is like to heat within, it makes the body , VVhen in another country tis but exercise, Conveyes that heat abroad, and gives it health, To that I bend my thoughts, But leave it to our greater counsells, VVhich we now assemble: Meane time exchange of prisoners onely we assent to, Lord. Nothing of Truces Sir. King. No: We will not take up quiet at interest, Perfect peace or nothing, Cessations for short times in warre, Are like small fits of health, In dangerous sicknesse, VVhich while the instant paine seemes to abate, Flatters us in debauch and worse estate. (Exeunt. Enter Iphigene as leading to his chamber, Francelin, Servant with lights. Morat, and another Souldier. Iph. I have not left my selfe a faire retreat, And must be now either the blest object, Of your love, or subject of your scorne. Fran. I feare some treachery, And that my eyes have given intelligence; Unlesse you know there would be weake defence, You durst not thinke of taking in a heart, As soone as you sit downe before it. Iph. Condemne my love, not of such fond ambition, It ayms not at a conquest, but Francelia. (whisper. Mor. They'r very great in this short time. Sol. Tis ever so. Young and handsome, Have made acquaintance in nature, So when they meet, they have the lesse to doe, It is for age or uglinesse to make aproaches, Or keepe a distance. Iph. VVhen I shall see, other perfection, Which at the best will be but other vanity▪ not more, I shall not love it. Fran. Tis still one step, not to despaire my Lord. Exnt Iphigene, Francoia, Servants. Mor. Dost thinke he would fight? Sol. Troth it may be not, Nature in those fine peeces doth as painters. Hangs out a pleasant excellence That takes the eye, which is indeed But a course canvis in the naked truth, Or some slight tuffe. Mor. I have a great mind to tast him. Sol. Fy a prisoner. Mor. By this hand, if I thought he courted my Colonells Mistris in earnest. Enter phigene. Woman aftr Wo. My Lord, my Lord, My Lady thinkes the jessamine walkes Wil be finer, the freshnesse Of the morning takes off the strength O'th heate shee says. Iph. Tis well. Mor. Mew, does it so? I suspect vildly, Wee'l follow him, and see it he be So far qualified towards a Souldier As to drinke a—in's Chamber. Exeunt. Raguelin puls woman back. Ra. Where are those Keyes? Wom. Harke ye, I dare not doo'. Ra. How! Wom. My Lady wil find. Ra. Scruples. Are my hopes your feares? There was no other way I should be any thing In this lowd world—and now, S'foot I know she longs to see him too. Wo. Does shee? Ra. Dos't thinke he would deire it else. Wo. I but. Ra. Why let me secure it al, I'le say I found the Keyes, or stole them, come. Wo. Well if you ruine al now, Here, These enter the garden from the workes, That the privy walkes, and that the back-stalres, Then you know my Chamber. Ra. Yes I know your Chamber. Exeunt. Enter Brennoralt. Bren. He comes not, One wise thought more, and I returne, I cannot in this art separate the foolish From the bold so far, but still it tasts O'th rash. Why let it tast tasts of love too, And to all actions't gives a pretty relish that. Enter Raquelin. Ra. My Lord. Bren. Oh heere! Ra. S'foot y'are upon our centries More on this hand. Exeunt. Enter agen. Bren. Why are there here no guard? Ra. There needs none, You presently must psse a place VVhereon's an amy in defence, It is o steepe and strait. Bren. Tis well. Ra. These are the steps of danger, Looke to your way my Lord. Francelia as in bed, he draws the Curtain. Bren. I doe not find such difficulties, VVaite me thereabouts. So misers looke upon their Gold, VVhich while they joy to see, they feare to loose The pleasure of the sight scarce equalling The jealousy of being dispossest by others, Her face is like the milky way ith' Sky, A meeting of gentle lights without name, Heavens, shal this fresh ornament of the world This pretious Lovelinesse, Passe with other common things Among the wasts of time? VVhat pitty 'twere! She wakes. Fan. Blesse me, It is a vision, or Brennoralt. Bren. Brennoralt, Lady. Fran. Brennoralt, ignorance guard me VVhat ist y'have done my Lord? Bren. Alas, I were but in too good estate, If I knew what I did. But why aske you Madam? Fran. It much amazes me to thinke, How you came hither Ad what could bring you too in danger thus, My honour, and your owne life Nothing but saving of my brother. Could make me now preserve you. Bren. Reproach me not, the follies you your selfe Make me commit, I am reduc'd to such extremity That love himselfe, high tyrant as he is, If he could see, would pitty me. Fran. I understand you not. Bren. Would Heaven you did, for tis a paine to tel you. I come to accuse you of injustice Madam, You first begot my passion, And was content (at least you seem so) That it should live, Yet since never would contribute unto it Nor look upon it: as if you had desir'd I's being for no other end, But for the pleasure of its ruine. Fran. Why doe you labour that to make me guilty of An injury to you, which when it is one, Al mankind is alike engaged, And must have quarrell to me. Br. I have done il, you chide me justly Madam, I'le lay it not on you, but on my wretched selfe. For I am taught that Heavenly bodies Are not malicious in their influence, But by the disposition of the subject. They tel me you must marry Almeri, Sure such excellencie ought to be The recompence of vertue Not the sacrifice of parents wisedome, Should it not Madam? Fran. 'Twould injure me, VVere it thought otherwise. Bren. And shal he have you then That knew you yesterday? Is there in Martyrdome no juster way But this, that holds a finger in the fire A little time? should the Crown from them That have endur'd the flame with constancie Fran. If the discovery wil ease your thoughts my Lord, Know Almrin is the man I never saw. Bren. You doe not marry then, condemned man Thus heare, and thus receive reprieves. One question more, and I am gone. Is there to Latitude of eternity A hope for Brennoralt. Fran. My Lord. Bren. Have I place at al when you doe think of men? Fran. My Lord, a high one, I must be fingular: did I not value you? The world doth set great rates upon you, And you have first deserv'd them▪ Bren. Is this al? Fran. All. Bren. O be lesse kind or kinder, Give me more pitty, or more cruelty Francelia, I cannot live without this, nor dy. Fran. I feare my Lord, You must not hope beyond it. Bren. Not hope? This is not sure the body to this soule, It was mistaken shuffled, in through hast: Why else should that have so much love, And this want love lines to make that Love Received—I wil raise honour to a point Studies. It never was, Doe things of such a victorious greatnesse: Shee shal love me, she shall. I wil deserve her, tho I have her not, The's something yet in that. Madam wilt please you pardon my offence, Oh fates that I must cal thus my affection. Fra. I wil doe any thing, so you wil think of me And of your selfe my Lord, and how your stay Endangers both. Bren. Alas your pardon is more necessary to my self▪ Then life's to me, but I am gone Blessing such as my wishes for you in Their extasies could never reach, fal on you, May every thing contribute to preserve Your excellence (my destruction) Great as the torments I have in it. Exeunt. Actus Quartus. Enter Brennoralt. Bren. WHy so 'tis wel: fortune I thinke thee still, I dare not cal thee villaine neither, Twas plotted from the first: That's certaine, it lookes that way: Hum catcht in a trap Heer's something yet to trust to▪ (to his Sword This was the entry, these the staires, But whither afterward? He that is sure to perish on the Land May quit the nicety of card and compasse, And safe to his discretion put to Sea, He shal have my hand . Exit. Enter Raguelin, Orillia, the waiting Woman. Ra. Looke, by this light tis day. Oril. Not by this, by tother 'tis indeed. Ra. Thou art such another peece of temptation. My Lord raves by this time. An hundred to one the Centinells wil discover Us too, then doe I pay for night-watch. Oril. Fy upon thee, thou art as feareful as a Young Colt, boylest at every thing, foole, as If Lovers considered howers, i'le peepe in. Shee peepes. Ra. I am as weary of this wench As if I were married to her, She hangs upon me like an ape upon a Horse, Shee's as common too, as a Barbers Glae, Conscienst like a Dy-dapper. Oril. Raguelin, there is no body within My Lady sleepes this houre at least. Ra. Good, the Devills even with me, Not be an honest man neither, What course now? Exeunt. Enter Brennoralt and a Guard. Sol. Nay sir we shal order you. Bren. Dogs. Enter Fresolin. Fre. What tumult's this? ha Brennoralt, Tis he in spite of his disguise, VVhat makes he here? Hee's lost for ever if he discover'd: How now companions, why doe you use My friend thus Sol. Your friend my Lord, if he be your friend, H'has us'd us as il, H'has plaid the devill among us, Six of our men has Surgeons work this moneth, VVe found him climing of the wal. 2. Sol. He had no word neither, Nor any Language but a blow. Fr. You wil be doing these wild things my Lord. Good faith y'are too blame, if y'had desir'd To view the wals or trenches, 'twas but Speaking, we are not nice, I would my selfe had waited on you. They'r the new out-works you would see perchance, My Lord, wee'l take the nearer way, and Privater, here through the sally port. Bren. VVhat the devill's this sure I dreame? Exeunt. Sol. Nay y'are so officious. manent Souldiers. 2. Sol. Death, could I ghesse he was a friend? Sol. 'Twas ever to be thought so, How could he come there else? 2. Sol. Friend, or no friend he might have Left us something to pay the Surgeon with. Grant me that, or 'le beat you to him. Exeunt. Enter Fresolin, Brennoralt. Fre. Brennoralt, start not, I pay thee back a life I owe thee, And blesse my stars they gave me power to doe, The debt lay heavy on me, A Horse waits you there, a trumpet too VVhich you may keepe lest he should prate, No ceremony, tis dangerous. Bren. Thou hast astonisht me. Thy youth has triumpht in one single act O' eal the age can boast, and wil stay To tell thee so, were they now firing All their Cannons on me, Farewel gallant Fresolin And may reward great as thy vertue crowne thee. Exe. Enter Iphigene, Francelia. Fran. A peace wil come, And then thou must be gone, And whither? when you are once got upon the wing▪ Y wil not stoope to what shal rise Before ye, fly to some lure VVith more temptation garnisht. Iph. Can you have doubts, and I have not my feares? By this the readiest, & the sweetest oath I sweare, Kisses. I cannot so secure my selfe of you, But in my absence, I shall be in paine, I have cast up what it will be to stand The Govnours anger, and which is more hard, The love Almerin. I hold thee now, but by thy owne free grant, A slight security; alas it may fall out Giving thy selfe, not knowing thine owne worth, Or want of mine, thou may'st like one deceiv'd Resume the gift on better knowledge back. Fran. If I so easily change, I was Not worth your love, And by that losse you'l gaine. Iph. But when y'are irrecoverably gone, 'Twill be slight comfort to perswade my selfe You had a fault, when all that fault must be, But want of love to me, and that agen, Find in my much defect, so much excuse, That it will have no worse name Then indiscretion, if I inconcern'd doe Cast it up.—I must have more assurance. Fran. You have too much already, And sure my Lord, you wonder while I blush At such a growth in young perfections. Iph. Why should I wonder Madam? Love that from two brests sucks, a giant. Must of a child quickly. Dunces in love stay at the Alphabet, The inspir'd know all before, And doe begin still higher. (Enter woman. Wom. Madam, Almerin return'd has sent to kisse Your hand; I told him you were busy. Fran. Must I my Lord be busy? I may be civill, tho not kind, Tell him I waite him in the gallery. Iph. May I not kisse your hands this night? Fran. The world is full of jealous eyes my Lord, And were they all lock't up, you are a spy, Once entred in my chamber at strange houres. Iph. The vertue of Francelia is too safe, To need this little art of preservation, Thus to divide our selves, is to distract our selves, A Cherbin dispatches not on earth. The affaires of heaven, with greater innocence, Then I will visit; tis but to take a leave I beg. Fran. VVhen you are going my Lord. Exeunt. Enter Almerin. Morat. Alm. Pish, thou liest, thou liest. I know he playes with womankind, Not loves it, thou art impertinent. Mort. Tis the Campe talke my Lord. (Exeunt. Alm. The camp's an asse; let me heare no more on't. Enter Granivert, Villanor, Marinell. Gran. And shall we have peace? I am no sooner, but the state's so too. If't be, they will a truce for a moneth onely; I long to refresh my eye by this hand, They have beene so tyr'd, with looking upon faces, Of this Country. Vill. And shall not the Donnazella, To whom we doe wish well a, Looke babies agen in our eyes. Gran. Ah▪ a spritely girle about fifteene, That melts, when man but takes her by the hand, Eyes full and quick, with breath Sweet as double Violet, And wholesome as dying straw-berries, Thick silken eyebrowes high upon the forehead, And cheekes mingled with pale streakes of red, Such as the blushing morning never wore. Vill. O my chops, my chops: Gran. VVith narrow mouth, small teeth, And lips swelling as if she powed. Vill. Hold, hold, hold. (Marjoram. Gran. Haire colour'd and curling like buds of Part tyed in negligence, Part loosely flowing. Vill. Tyrant, tyrant, tyrant. Ga. In pinke colour taffata petty-coat, Lac't smock sleeves dangling, This vision stolne from her owne ed, And rustling in ones chamber. Vll. Oh good Granivert, good Granivert. Gra. VVith a wax Candle in her hand▪ Looking as if she had los her way, At twelve at night. Mar. Oh, any houre, any houre. Gran. Now I thinke on't by this hand, le marry, and be long liv'd. Vill. Long liv'd, how? Gra. Oh he that has a wife, eates with an appetite, Has a very good stomack to' first, This living at large is destructive, Variety is like rare sawces, Provokes too far, and drawes on surfets, Then the other. Enter Doran. Dor. So, Is this a time to foole in? Gra. VVhat's the matter. Dor. Draw out your choice men, and away to Your Colonell immediatly, there's worke Towards my boyes, there's worke. Gra. Ar't in earnest. Dor. By this light. Gra. There's something in that yet. This Moity were Twilight. Neither night nor day, Pox upon it. A storme is worth a thousand Of your alme, There's more ariety in it. Exeunt, Enter Almerin, Francelia, as talking earnestly. Alm. Madam, that showes the greatnesse of my passion. Fran. The Imperfections rather, Iealousi's no better signe of love My Lord, then feavers are of life; These shew there is a being, Tho impair'd and perihing, And that affection but sick and in disorder. I like it not? Your Servant. Exit. Alm. So short, and sowre. The change is visible. (Enter Iphigene. Iphi. Deare Almerin Welcome, You have beene absent long. Alm. Not very long. Iph. To me it has appear'd so. What say's our campe, am I not blamed there? Alm. They wonder. Iph. Whil'st we smile. How have you found the King inclining? Alm. Well; the treaty is not broken, now holds it. Things are where they were, Thas a kind of face of peace. You my Lord may when you please returne. Iph. I, Almerin. Alm. Yes my Lord, Ile give you an escape. Iph. 'Tis least to my desires. Alm. Hum: Iph. Such prisons are beyond all liberty. Alm. I'st possible? Iph. Seemes it strange to you? Alm. No, not at all? What, you find the Ladies kind? Iph. Civill— (smiles. Alm. You make love well too, they say my Lord. Iph. Passe my time. Alm. Addresse unto Francelia. Iph. Visit her. Alm. D'ee know Iph. Ha. Alm. Dee know she is my mistris? Iph. I have beene told so. Alm. And doe you court her then? Iph. VVhy; If I saw the enemy first, VVould you not charge? Alm. He does allow it too, by heaven; Laughs at me too, Thou filcher of a heart, False as thy title to Francelia; Thy friendship with this I doe throw by— (drawes▪ Iph. What doe you meane? Alm. I see the cunning now of all my love. Alm. VVhy thou cam'st so tamely kind, Suffering surprise; draw. Iph. I will not draw, kill me, And I shall have no trouble in my death, Knowing 'tis your pleasure, As I shall have no pleasure in my life, Knowing 'tis your pleasure. Alm. Oh poore, I lookt' for this, I knew thou wouldst find 'tas easier to doe A wrong, then justifie it, but. Iph. I will not, first heare me. If I love you not, more then I love her, If I love her more then for your sake, Heaven strangely punish me. Alm. Take heed how thou dost play with heaven. Iph. By all that's just, and faire, and good, By all that you hold deare, and I hold great, I never had lascivious thought, or e're Did action that might call in doubt, My love to Almerin. Alm. That tongue can charme me into any thing. I doe beleeve it, prithee be wiser then, Give me no farther cause of jealousies, Hurt not my Honour more, and I am well. Iph. But well: of all our passions, How came it nature made the worst, Foule jealousie her favorite, And if it be not so, Why tooke she care that every thing, Should give the monster nourishment, And left us nothing to destroy it with? Alm. Prithee no more; thou pleadst it cunningly I feare I shall be made the guilty, And need my pardon▪ Iph. If you could read my heart, you would: I will be gone too morrow, if that will satisfie, Indeed I shall not rest untill my innocence, Be made as plaine as objects to the sense. Alm. Come, you shall nor goe, Ile thinke upon't no more, Distrust ruines not friendship, But builds it fairer then it was before. Exeunt▪ Enter Brennoralt. Captaines, Stratheman, Doran. Bren. No more but ten from every company, For hands are theeves, and rob the glory, While they take the share, How goes the night. Stra. Halfe spent my Lord, We shall have straight, The moon's weaker light. Bren. 'Tis time you call in the Officers▪ Friends; If ye were men that must be talk't Into a courage, I had not chosen you. Danger with its vizard of before this time, Y'have look't upon, and have out fac't it too. VVe are to doe the trick agen, that's all, Draws his sword. And yet we will not sweare, For he that shrinkes in such an action; Is damn'd without the helpe of perjury. Doran. if from the virgin tower▪ Thou spiest a flame, such a the East wind sends, Forth about the time the day shall breake, Tell the King I hold the Castle for him, Bid him come on with all his force, And he shall find victory so cheape, Twill loose it's value, If I fall, the world has lost a thing, It us'd not well, and a thing that car'd not For that world▪ Stra. Lead on Colonell, If we doe not fight like. Bren. No like, Wee'l be our selves similitude. And time shall say, when it would tell That men did well they fought like us. Exeunt. Actus Quintus. Enter agen. WHat made the stop? One in's falling sicknesse had a fit, VVhich choakt the passages, but all's well, Softly, we are neare the place. Exeunt. Alarum within fight, then Enter Almerin in his night Gown. Alm. VVhat noise is here to night? Something on fire, VVhat ho, Send to the Virgin Tower, there is disorder, Thereabouts. Enter Souldier. Sol. All's lost, all's lost, The enemy's upon the place of Armes, And is by this time Master of that And of the Tower. Alm: Thou liest. (Strikes him.) Enter Morat. Mor. Save your selfe my Lord, And haste unto the Campe, Ruine gets in on every side. Exit. Alm. There's something in't when this fellow Fies. Villaines my Armes. Ile see what devill raignes. Exit. Enter Iphigene, Francelia. Iph. Looke, the day breakes. Fran. You thinke Ile be so kind, as sweare, It does not now, indeed I will not. Iph. Will you not send me neither▪ Your picture when v'are gone? That when my eye is famisht for a looke, It may have where to feed, And to the painted feast inite my heart. Fran. , take the Virgin of my haire, And if like other men thou shalt hereafter, Throw it with negligence, Mongst the Records of the weake female conquest, Laugh at the kind words, and misticall contrivement. If such a time shall come, Know I am ighing then thy absence Iphigene, And weeping o're thy false, but pleasing Image. Enter Almerin. Alm. Francelia▪ Frclia, Rise, rise and save thy selfe, the enemy, That doth not know thy worth, may else destroy it. he throwes open the doore. Ha; mine eyes grow sick. A plague has through them stolne into my hea, And I grow dizzy, lead me off agen, Without the knowledge of my body, I shall act, I know not what else. Exit. Fran. How came he in? Deare Iphigene, wee are betraid, Let's raise the Castle, lest he should returne. Iph. That were to make all publique, Feare not, Ile satisfie his anger, I can doe it. Fran. Yes with some quarrell, And bring my honour, and my love in danger Enter Almerin. Loke he returnes. And wreckes of fury, Like hurried clouds over the face of heaven, Before a tempest, in his lookes appeare. Alm. If they would question What our rage doth act, and make it sin, They would not thus provoke men. I am too tame. Here I denounce a war to al the world, And thus begin it. Runs at Iphigene. Iph. What hast thou done? falls. Fran. Ah me, help, help— Wounds her. Iph. Hold. Al. 'Tis too late. Iph. Rather then she shal suffer, My fond deceits involve th'innocent, I wil discover al. Alm. Ha, what wil he discover? Ip. That which shal make thee curse the blindnes Of thy rage, I am a woman. Al, Ha, ha, ha, brave and bold. Because thy perjury deceiv'd me once And sav'd thy life, thou thinkst to scape agen, Imposture thus thou shalt. Runs at him. Iph. Oh hold, I have enough, Had I hope of life, Thou shouldst not have this secret. Alm. What will it be now? Iph. My Father having long desir'd A sonne to heire his great possessions, And in six births successively deceiv'd, Made a rash vow, and O rash vowes are punisht, That if the brthen my mother went with Prov'd not a male, he ne're would know her more, Then was unhappy Iphigene brought forth, And by the womens kindnesse made a boy, And since so bred, A cruell pitty as it has falne out, If now thou findst that which thou thoughtst A friendship in me, love forget it, It was my joy and death.— aints. Alm. For curiosity i'le save thee if I can, Know the end, if't be but losse of blood, Brests; by all that's good, a woman. Iphigene. Iph. I thanke thee, For I was falne asleepe before I had dispatcht, Sweetest of al thy Sex, Francelia Forgive me now, my love unto this man And feare to lose him, taught me a fatal cunning, Made me court you, and my owne destruction. Fran. I am amaz'd. Alm. Can it be! O mockery of Heaven, To let me see what my soule often wish't, And mak't my punishment, A punishment that were I old in sins, Were yet too great. Iph. Would you have lov'd me then? Pray you say would, For I like teasty sickmen at their death Would know no newes but health From the physition. Alm. Canst thou doubt that? That hast so often seene me extasi'd When thou wer't drest like woman, Unwilling ever to believe thee man. Iph. I have enough. Alm. Heavens. VVhat thing shall I appeare unto the world? Here my ignorance might have some excuse, But there, I was distract. None but a man enrag'd with anger To a savagenesse, would e're have drawn A sword upon such gentle softnesse, Be kind, and kill me, one of you: Kill me, if't be but to preserve my wits, Dearest Iphigene take thy revenge. It will not misbecome thy sex at all, Tis act of pitty, not of cruelty, To dispatch a miserable man. Fran. And thou wouldst be more miserable yet, While like a bird made prisoner by it selfe, Thou beatst thy selfe 'gainst every thing, And vext, passe by that, which should let thee out. Alm. Is it my fault, or Heavens! For time while she would play upon me, Like ill musitians wound me up so high, That I must crack sooner then move in tune. Fran. Stil you rave, while we Fo want of present helpe may perish. Alm. Right, a Surgeon, i'le find one instantly, The enemies at hand too▪ I had forgot, Oh what fatality govern'd this night! Exit. Fr. How like an unthrifts case wil mine be now? For al the wealth he looses, Shifts but the place, and stil the world Enjoyes it, so will it you Sweete Iphigene, tho I possesse you not. Iph. What excellency of nature's this? Have you so perfectly forgiven already, As to consider me a losse; I am in doubt what sex I should Be happier in: climates of freindship Are not lesse pleasant, cause they are Lesse scorching with those of Love; And under them wee'l Live, Such pretious links of that shal tye Our soules together, that the chaines of tother Shall be grosse fetters to it. Fren. I feare I cannot stay the making, Oh, would you had never undeceiv'd me, For I had died with pleasure, Believing I had bin your Martyr now▪ Iph. She lookes pale, Francelia. Fran. I cannot stay, A hasty summons hurries me away▪ And gives.—no—(dies) Iph. Shee's gon, shee's gon, life like a dyalls hand A noise within) Stole from the faire figure ere it was perceiv'd, VVhat will become of me? shee thinks tis Almerin Too too late y'are come, You may perswade wild bird that wing the aire Enter Soldiers Into a cage, assoone as cal her VVandring spirits back, Ha these strange faces▪ Horrour is in them, if I stay I shall be taken for the murderer, Oh in what straits they move, That wander 'twixt the feares of death, and hopes of Love. (Exit. Bren. Forbeare upon your lives the place, There dwells Divinity in it, al else The Castle holds is lawfull prize Your valours wages, this I claime as mine, Guard you the doore. Gra. Colonell, shal you use al the women your self? Bren. Away 'tis unreasonable. Drawes the Curtaine. Awake faire Saint, and blesse thy poore iolatour, Ha, pale, and cold, dead! The sweeest guest fled, murdred by Heaven, The purple streames not dry yet. Some villaine has broke in before me, Rob'd al my hopes, but I will find him out, And kick his soule to hell ile doo't (Dragging out Iphigen. Speak. Iph. VVhat should I say? Bren. Speake, or by al. Iph Alas, I doe confesse my selfe the unfortunate cause. Bren. O doe you so, Hadst thou been cause of all the plagues That vex mankind, th'adst been an innocent To what thou ar't, thou shalt not think repentance. Kills Her. Iph. O thou wert too sudden, and—Dyes. Bren. VVas I so? The lustfull youth would sure have spoild Her honour, which finding highly guarded Rage or feare to be reveald, counsel'd This villaine, is there no more of them? Exit. Enter Almerin. Not Enter, Yes dog through thee, ha a course laid out Instead of Iphigene, Francelia dead too, Where shal I begin to curse? Enter Brennoralt. Bre. Here if he were thy friend. Alm. Brennoralt. A gallant sword could never have come in better time▪ Bren. I have a good one for thee If that will serve thy turne. Alm. I long to try it. That fight doth make me desperate, Sick of my sele, and of the world. Bren. Didst value him? A greater villaine did I never kil. Alm. Kill. Bren. Yes. Alm. Ar 't sure of it? Bren. May be I doe not wake. Alm. Tha'st taen then a guilt off from me, Would have weigh'd down my sword, Weakned me to love resistance, I shoud have made no sport, Hadst thou conceald it, Know Brennoralt thy Sword is stained in▪ Excellence, great, as the world can boast. Bren. Ha, ha, how thart abus'd, Looke there, there lies the excellence Thou speakst of, murdred by him too, He did confesse he was the cause. Alm. O inocence il understood, and much swore us'd, Shee was alas by accident, but I, I was the cause indeed. Bre. I wil believe thee too, and kil thee, Destroy all causes til I make a stop In nature. Alm. Brevely then: The title of a Kingdome is a tifle To our quarrell, sir know by sad mistake I kil'd thy Mistris Brennoralt, and thou kil'dst mine. Bren. hine? Alm. Yes that Iphigene Tho showne as man unto the world, VVas woman, excelent woman. Bren. I understand no riddles guard thee. Fight & pause. Alm. O could they now looke down, And see how we two strive, Which first should give revenge, They would forgive us something of the crime. Hold prithee give me leave, To satisfy a curiosity, I never kist my Iphigene as woman. Bren. Thou motionst well, nor have I taken leave— Rising it keepes a sweetnesse yet, As stills from Roses when the flowers are gone. Al. So have two fainting pilgrimes scorch't with heat Unto some neighbour fountaine steps aside. Kneele fist, then laid their warme lips To the Nymph, and from her coldnesse Tooke fresh life agen, as we do now. Bren. Lets on our journey if thou art refresht. Alm. Come, and if there be a place reserved For hightned spirits better then other, May that which wearies first of ours have it. Fight a good whil. Almerin falls. Bren. If I weary, laugh at me, that's all. Alm. Brave soules above▪ Which will be sure inquisitive For newes from earth, shall yet no other, But that th'art brave. Enter King, Lords Strathman, Minse, Stra. To preserve some Ladies as we guest. King. Still gallant. Brennoralt, thy word not sheathed yet; Busy still? Bren. Revenging Sir, The foulest murder ever blasted ares, Committed here by Almerin, and Iphigene, Am. False, false. The first created purity was not▪ More innocent then Iphigene. Bren. Lives he agen? Am. Stay thou much wearyed guest, Tll I have throwne amongst them, We shall looke black else to posterity. King. What sayes hee? Lord. Something concerning this he labours to discover. Alm. Know 'twas I, who kild Franclia, I alone. Minse. O Barbarous returne of my civilities, Was it thy hand? Alm. Heare and forgive me Minse. Entring this morning hastily With resolution to preserve, The faire Francelia, I found a theefe, Stealing the treasure which I thought Belong'd o me, wilde in my mind, And ruin'd in my honour in much mistaken rage I wounded both, then O too late I found. My errour: foud Iphigene a woman, Acting stolne love, to make my owne safe. And all my jealousies impossible, Whilst I runne out to bring them cure. Francelia dies, and Iphigene found here, I can no more— (dies. King. More strange, and intricate, Iphigene a woman. Melid. With this story I am guiltily acquainted, The first concealments since her love, And all the wayes to it I have been trusted with. But sir my griefe joyn'd with the instant businesse, Begs a deferment. King. I am amaz'd till I doe heare it out, But in the meane time. Lest in these mists. merit should lose it selfe, Those forfeitures of Trock and Minse, Brennoralt are thine. Bren. Tis princely gift, but Sir it comes too late, Like Sun-beames on the blasted blossomes, Your fvours fall; you should have given Me this, when't might have rais'd, Me in mens thoughts, and made me equall, To Francelias love; I have no end, Since shee's not: Back to my private life. I will returne. King. This melancholy Iune mst cure. Come take the bodies up, and lead the pisoners on Triumph and Funerall must walke together. Cipresse, and Laurell turn'd make up one chaplet, For wee have got the day. But bought it at so deare a rate, hat victory it selfe's unfortunate. FINIS.