men ?

You may,

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,

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

Arh. 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. [Exit 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? but not I, for here is my father

Arb, Grant me one request. In presence:

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:

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, No King.

For I have injur'd thee.

Tigr. No; I forgive,

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

ance, Armenian state.

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


And The queen Panthea, sent me word this morning

you, queen Was brave Tigranes' mistress.

Of goodness and of us, oh, give me leave (Exe. two gentlemen. To take your arm in 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.

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Welcomes thy virtues home to Rhodes.

Thou, that with blood abroad buyest us our peace!

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; there 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.
Lys. 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

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
Strai. 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 flattery.

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

In safety, is mine enemy for ever.

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



I sent for thee to exercise thine arms

Mel. Peace of heart betwixt thein ! With me at Patria: Thou cam'st not, Diphilus ; | But this is strange. 'Twas ill.

Lys. The kirg my brother did it Diph. My noble brother, my excuse

To honour you; and these solemnities Is my king's straight command; which you, my Are at his charge. lord,

Mel. 'Tis royal, like himself. But I am sad Can witness with me.

My speech bears so unfortunate a sound Lys. 'Tis true, Melantius;

To beautiful Aspatia. There is rage He might not come, till the solemnity

Hid in her father's breast, Calianax, Of this great match was past.

Bent long against me; and he should not think, Diph. Have you heard of it?

If I could call it back, that I would take Mel. Yes. I have given cause to those, that So base revenges, as to scorn the state Envy my deeds abroad, to call me gamesome: Of his neglected daughter. Holds he still I have no other business here at Rhodes.

His greatness with the king? Lys. We have a masque to-night, and you Lys. Yes. But this lady must tread

Walks discontented, with her watery eyes A soldier's measure.

Bent on the earth. The unfrequented woods Mel. These soft and silken wars are not for Are her delight; and, when she sees a bank

Stuck full of flowers, she, with a sigh, will tell The music must be shrill, and all confused, Her servants, what a pretty place it were · That stirs my blood; and then I dance with arms. To bury lovers in ; and make her maids But is Amintor wed?

Pluck them, and strew her over like a corse. Diph. This day.

She carries with her an infectious grief, Mel. All joys upon him! for he is my friend. That strikes all her beholders ; she will sing Wonder not that I call a man so young my friend : The mournfullst things, that ever ear hath heard, His worth is great; valiant he is, and temperate; And sigh, and sing again; and, when the rest And one that never thinks his life his own,

Of our

young ladies, in their wanton blood, If his friend need it. When he was a boy,

Tell mirthful tales in course, that fill the room As oft as I returned (as, without boast,

With laughter, she will, with so sad a look, I brought home conquest) he would gaze upon me, Bring forth a story of the silent death And view me round, to find in what one limb Of some forsaken virgin, which her grief The virtue lay to do those things he heard. Will put in such a phrase, that, ere she end, Then would he wish to see my sword, and feel

She'll send them weeping one by one away. The quickness of the edge, and in his hand Mel. She has a brother under my command, Weigh it: He oft would make me smile at this. Like her; a face as womanish as hers; His youth did promise much, and his ripe years

But with a spirit, that hath much out-grown
Will see it all performed.

The number of his years.
Enter ASPATIA, passing by.

Hail, maid and wife !

Cle. My lord, the bridegroom ! Thou fair Aspatia, may the holy knot,

Mel. I might run fiercely, not more hastily, That thou hast tied to-day, last till the hand Upon my foe. I love thee well, Amintor; Of age undo it! mayest thou bring a race My mouth is much too narrow for my heart; Unto Amintor, that may fill the world

I joy to look upon those eyes of thine; Successively with soldiers !

Thou art my friend, but my disorder'd speech Asp. My hard fortunes

Cuts off my love. Deserve not scorn; for I was never proud,

Amin. Thou art Melantius; When they were good.

(Exit. All love is spoke in that. A sacrifice, Mel. How is this?

To thank the gods Melantius is return'd Lys. You are mistaken,

In safety! Victory sits on his sword, For she is not married.

As she was wont: May she build there and dwell; Mel. You said Amintor was.

And may thy armour be, as it hath been, Diph. 'Tis true; but

Only thy valour and thy innocence ! Mel. Pardon me, I did receive

What endless treasures would our enemies give, Letters at Patria from my Amintor,

That I might hold thee still thus ! That he should marry her.

Mel. I am but, poor Diph. And so it stood

In words; but credit me, young man, thy mother In all opinion long; but your arrival

Could do no more but weep for joy to see tlice Made me imagine, you had heard the change. After long absence: All the wounds, I have, Mel. Who hath he taken then ?

Fetch'd not so much away, nor all the cries Lys. A lady, sir,

Of widowed mothers. But this is peace, That bears the light above her, and strikes dead

And that was war. With flashes of her eye: the fair Evadne,

Amin. Pardon, thou holy god Your virtuous sister,

Of marriage-bed, and frown not; I am forc't, VOL. I.


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In answer of such noble tears as 'those,

Enter MELANTIUS und a Lady.
To weep upon my wedding-day.
Mel. I fear thou’rt grown too fickle; for I Mel. None but this lady, sir.

Diag. The ladies are all placed above, save
A lady mourns for thee; men'say, to death; those, that come in the king's troop: The best
Forsaken of thee : on what 'terms I know not. of Rhodes sit there, and there's room.
Amin. She had my promise; but the king for- Mel. I thank you, sir.--When I have seen
bad it,

you placed, madam, I must attend the king; but, And made me make this worthy change, 'thy the masque done, I'll wait on you again. sister,

Diag. Stand back there-room for my lord Accompanied with graces far above her; Melantius-pray, bear back-this is no place for With whom I long to lose my lusty youth, such youths and their trulls— let the doors shut And grow old in her arms.

again.-No!- do your heads itch! I will scratch Mel. Be prosperous !

them for you.—So, now thrust and hang

Again! who is it now?-I cannot blame my lord Enter MESSENGER.

Calianax for going away: Would he were here! Mess. "My lord, the masquers rage for you. he would run raging among them, and break a Lys. We are gone. Cleon, Strato, Diphilus- dozen wiser heads than his own, in the twinkAmin. We'll all attend you. We shall trou- ling of an eye.-What's the news now?

Within.) I pray you, can yoa help me to the With our solemnities.

speech of the master-cook? Mel. Not so, Amintor:

Diag. If I open the door, I will cook some of But if you laugh at my rude carriage

your calves heads.. Peace, rogues !--Again! In peace, I'll do as much for you in war, who is it? When you come thither. Yet I have a mistress Mel. (Within.) Melantius.

To bring to your delights; rough-though I am,
I have a mistress, and she has a heart,

She says; but, trust me, it is stone, no better; Cal. Let him not in.
There is no place, that I can challenge in't. Diag: 0, my lord, I must. Make room there
But you stand still, and here my way lies. for my lord.

Enter MELANTIUS. Cal. Diagoras, look to the doors bétter, for Is your lady placed ?

[To MEL shame! you let in all the world, and anon the Mel. Yes, sir, king will rail at me—why, very well said-by I thank you.--My lord Calianax, well met. Jove, the king will have the show in the court. Your causeless hate to me, I hope, is buried.

Diag. Why do you swear so, my lord? You Cal. Yes, I do service for your sister here, know, he will have it here.

That brings my own poor child to timeless death: Cal. By this light, if he be wise, he will not. She loves your friend Amintor; such another

Diag. And, if he will not be wise, you are False-hearted lord as you. forsworn.

Mel. You do me wrong, Cul. One may wear out his heart with swear- A most ommanly one, and I am slow ing, and get thanks on no side. I'll be gone- In taking vengeance! But be well advised. look to it, who will.

Cal. It may be so. -Who placed the fatty there, Diag. My lord, I shall never keep them out. So near the presence of the king ? Pray, stay; your looks will terrify them.

Mel. I did. Cal. My looks terrify them, you coxcombly Cal. My lord, she must not sit there. ass, you! I will be judged by all the company, Mel. Why? whether thou hast not a worse face than I. Cal. The place is kept for women of more Diag. I mean, because they know you and


Mel. More worth than she? It mis-becomes Cal. Office! I would I could put it off: I am

your age, sure I sweat quite through my office. I might And place, to be thus womanish. Forbear! have made room at my daughter's wedding : they What you have spoke, I am content to think have near killed her among them; and now I The palsy shook your tongue to. must do-service for him, that`hath forsaken her. Cal. Why, it is well, if I stand here to place Serve, that will.

'[Erit. men's wenches. Diag. He is so humourous since his daughter Mel. I shall forget this place, thy age, my was forsaken. Hark, hark! there, there? so,

safety, so, Codes, Codes ! (Knock within.] What now? And, thorough all, cut that poor sickly week, Mel. (Within.] Open the door.

Thou hast to live, away from thee. Diag. Who's there?

Cal. Nay, I know you can fight for your whore. - Mel. (Within.] Melantius.

Mel. Bate the king, and be he flesh and blood, Diag. I hope your lordship brings no troop He lyes, that says it! Thy mother at fifteen with you; for, if you do, I must return them. Was black and sinful to her.

your office.

Diag. Good my lord !

And send a beam upon my swarthy face; Mel. Some god pluck threescore years from By which I may discover all the place that fond man,

And persons, and how many longing eyes
That I may kill him, and not stain mine honour ! Are come to wait on our solemnities.
It is the curse of soldiers, that in peace
They shall be braved by such ignoble men,

As, if the land were troubled, would with tears How dull and black am I! I could not find
And knees beg succour from them. 'Would, This beauty without thee, I am so blind.
that blood,

Methinks, they shew like to those eastern streaks, That sea of blood, that I have lost in fight, That warn us hence, before the morning breaks. Were running in thy veins, that it might make Back, my pale servant, for these eyes know how thee

To shoot far more and quicker rays than thou. Apt to say less, or able to maintain,

Cinth. Great queen, they be a troop, for whom Should'st thou say more! This Rhodes, I see,

is nought

One of my clearest moons I have put on;
But a place privileged to do men wrong. A troop, that looks as if thyself and I
Cal. Ay, you may say your pleasure.

Had pluck'd our reins in, and our whips laid by,


gaze upon these mortals, that appear

Brighter than we. Amin. What vile injury

Night. Then let us keep 'em here; Has stirred my worthy friend, who is as slow And never more our chariots drive away, To fight with words, as be is quick of hand? But hold our places, and out-shine the day. Mel. That heap of age, which I should reve- Cinth. Great queen of shadows, you are plearence,

sed to speak If it were tenperate; but testy years

Of more than may be done : We may not break Are most contemptible.

The gods' docrees; but, when our time is come, Amin. Good sir, forbear.

Must drive away, and give the day our room. Cal. There is just such another as yourself. Night. Then shine at full, fair queen, and by Amin. He will wrong you, or me, or any man,

thy pow's And talk as if he had no life to lose,

Produce a birth, to crown this happy hour, Since this our match. The king is coming in: Of nymphs and shepherds : Let their songs disI would not for more wealth than I enjoy,

cover, He should perceive you raging. He did hear

Easy and sweet, who is a happy lover. You were at difference now, which hastened him.

Or, if thou woo't, then call thine own EndyCal. Make room there! (Hautboys play within.


From the sweet flow'ry bed he lies upon, Enter KING, EVADNE, ASPATIA, lords,

On Latmus' top, thy pale beams drawn away; and ladies.

And of this long night let him make a day. King. Melantius, thou art welcome, and my Cinth. Thou dream’st, dark queen; that fair love

boy was not mine, Is with thee still: But this is not a place Nor went I down to kiss him. Ease and wine To brabble in. Calianax, join hands.

Have bred these bold tales : Poets, when they Cal. He shall not have my hand.

rage, King. This is no time

Tum-gods to men, and make an hour an age. To force you to it. I do love you both: But I will give a greater state and glory, Calianax, you look well to your office;

And raise to time a noble memory And you, Melantius, are welcome home. Of what these lovers are. Rise, rise, I say, Begin the masque !

Thou pow'r of deeps; thy surges lade away, Mel. Sister, I joy to see you, and your choice. Neptune, great king of waters, and by me You looked with my eyes, when you took that Be proud to be commanded. Be happy in bim!

NEPTUNE rises. Evad. O, my dearest brother!

Nept. Cinthia, see, Your preser.ce is more joyful than this day

Thy word hath fetch'd me hither: Let me know, Can be unto me.

Why I ascend?

Cinth. Doth this majestic show

Give thee no knowledge yet?
Night rises in mists.

Nept. Yes, now I see
Night. Our reign is come ; for in the raging sea Something intended, Cinthia, worthy thee.
The sun is drown'd, and with him fell the day. Go on; I'll be a helper.
Bright Cinthia, hear my voice; I am the Night, Cinth. Hie thee, then,
For whom thou bear'st about thy borrow'd light. And charge the wind fy from his rocky den.
Appear; no longer thy pale visage shroud, Let loose thy subjects ; only Boreas,
But strike thy silver horns quite through a cloud, Too foul for our intention, as he was,

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