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THE PROPHETESS : OR , THE HISTORY OF DIOCLESIAN .

Written by Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher .

WITH ALTERATIONS and ADDITIONS , After the Manner of an OPERA .

Represented at the Queen's Theatre , By Their MAJESTIES Servants .

LONDON , Printed for Jacob Tonson at the Judges Head in Chancery-lane near Fleet-street . 1690.

The PERSONS in the PLAY . Charinus , Emperor of Rome . Diocles , after Dioclesian , First a Private Soldier , then elected Empero Maximinian , Nephew to Diocles , and Emperor by hi● Donation . Cosroe , King of Persia . Aper , Murtherer of Numerianus , the late Emperor . Niger , An Honest Man , and Great Commander . Camurius , A Captain , and Creature of Aper's . Senators . Persian Lords . Persian Ambassadors . Geta , Servant to Diocles. Guard. Soldiers . Suitors . Lictors . Flamen . Country-men . The WOMEN . Aurelia , Sister to Charinus . Cassana , Sister to Cosroe . Delphia , A Prophetess . Drusilla , Niece to Delphia . The MASQUE . Cupid , Sylvanus , Bacchus , Flora , Pomona , Gods of the Rivers , Fauns , Nymphs , Hero's , Heroines , Shepherds , Shepherdesses , the Graces and Pleasures , with all the Followers of the Gods and Goddesses .
THE PROPHETESS .
ACT I.
SCENE I. Scene A Pallace . Enter Delphia and Drusilla . Drus . 'T IS true , that Diocles is courteous , And of a pleasant nature , sweet , and temperate ; His Cousin Maximinian , proud , and bloody . Delp . Yes , and mistrustful too , my Girl , take heed : Although he seem to love thee , and affect Like the more Courtier , curious complement ; Yet have a care . Drus . You know all my Affections , And all my Heart desires , are set on Diocles. But Aunt , how coldly he requites this courtesie ! How dull , and heavily he looks upon me ! Although I wooe him sometimes beyond modesty , Beyond a Virgins care ; how still he slights me , And puts me still off with your Prophesie , And the performance of your late Prediction , That when he 's Emperour , then he 'll Marry me ; Alas , what hope of that ? Delp . Peace , and be patient ; For tho' he has now no Badge of Honour on him , No Eye of Favour shining : And tho' my sure Prediction of his rising ( Which can no more fail , than the Day , or Night does ; Nay , let him be asleep , will overtake him , ) Has found some rubs , and stops ; yet hear me Neece , And hear me with a faith , it shall come to him . I 'll tell thee the occasion . Drus . Do good Aunt , For yet I am ignorant . Delp . Chiding him one Day , For being too near , and sparing for a Soldier , Too griping , and too greedy : he made answer , When I am Caesar , then I will be liberal . I , presently inspir'd with holy Fire , And my Prophetick Spirit burning in me . Gave answer from the Gods ; and this it was : Imperator eris Romae , cum Aprum grandem interfeceris . Thou shalt be Emperor , O Diocles , When thou hast kill'd a mighty Boar. From that time ( As giving credit to my words ) he has employ'd Much of his life in Hunting : many Boars , Hideous , and fierce , with his own Hands he has kill'd ; But yet not lighted on the fatal one , Should raise him to the Empire . Be not sad Neece , ' Ere long he shall . Come , let us entertain him ; For by this time , I guess , he comes from Hunting : And by my Art I find this very instant , Some great Design 's on foot . Drus . Heaven prosper it . But see The Emperor , and his Sister coming hither . Delp . And Niger busie in discourse with ' em . Now Fate is working for us . Let 's away . Exeunt . Enter Charinus , Aurelia , Niger . Cha. You buz into my Head strange Likelihoods , And fill me full of doubts ; but what proofs Niger , What certainties , that my most Noble Brother Came to his end by murther ? tell me that ; Assure me by some Circumstance . Nig. I will , Sir. And as I tell you truth , so the Gods prosper me : I have often nam'd this Aper . Char. True , you have ; And in mysterious Sences I have heard you Often break out abruptly . Nig. Most true , Sir. Fear of your unbelief , and the Times giddiness , Made me I durst not then go farther . If now you please , Out of your wonted Goodness , to give credit , I shall unfold the Wonder . Aur. Do it boldly : You shall have both our hearty Loves , and Hearings . Nig. This Aper then , this too much honour'd Villain , ( For he deserves no mention of a good man ) Great Sir , give Ear ; this most ungrateful , spiteful , Above the memory of Mankind , mischievous ; With his own bloody Hands . Char.

Take heed .

Nig. I am in , Sir ; And if I make not good my Story . Aur. Forward ; I see a Truth would break out , be not fearful . Nig. I say . this Aper , and his damn'd Ambition , Cut off your Brother's Hopes , his Life , and Fortunes : The honour'd Numerianus fell by him ; Fell basely , most untimely , and most treacherously : For in his Litter , as he bore him company , Most privately and cunningly he kill'd him . Yet still he fills the faithful Soldiers Ears With Stories of his Weakness , and loose Life ; That he dare not venture in the open Air , And shew his Warlike Face among the Soldiers ; The tenderness and weakness of his Eyes , Being not able to endure the Sun yet . Slave that he is , he gives out his Infirmity ( Because he would dispatch his Honour too ) To arise from Wantonness , and Love of Women . And thus he juggles still . Aur. Oh most pernicious , Most bloody , and most base ! Alas , dear Brother , Art thou accus'd , and after Death , thy Memory Loaden with Shames and Lies ? Those pious Tears Thou daily showerd'st upon my Father's Monument , ( When in the Persian Expedition He fell , most strangely , by a stroke of Thunder ) Made thy Disgrace and Sins ? Those Eyes wept out The fair Examples of a Noble Nature , Those Holy Drops of Love , turn'd by Depravers ( Malicious poison'd Tongues ) to thy Abuses ? We must not suffer this . Char. Now I see the Cause Why this inhuman , bloody Villain Aper Will not come near me . Nig. No , he dare not , Sir ; He has an Inmate here , that 's call'd a Conscience , Bids him keep off . Char. My Brother honour'd him ; First , made him Captain of his Guard , next , his Friend ; Then to my Mother ( to assure him nearer ) He made him Husband . Nig. And withal , Ambitious ; For then he trod so high , his false Feet itch'd , Sir , To step into the Throne . Aur. If you believe , Brother , Aper a bloody Monster ( as 't is plain ) Let 's leave disputing , and do something Noble . Char. Be rul'd , good Sister ; I am as yet too weak To meet him in the Field ; he has under him The Flow'r of all the Empire , and the Strength , The Britain and the German Cohorts , pray be patient . Niger , how stands the Soldier to him ? Nig. In Fear ( Sir ) more Than Love or Honour ; he has lost their Affections , By his most covetous and greedy Griping . Are you desirous to do something on him , That all the World may know you lov'd your Brother ? And do it safely too , without an Army ? Char.

Most willingly .

Nig. Then send out a Proscription , Send suddenly ; and to that man that executes it , ( I mean , that brings his Head ) a large Reward , No common Sum : then doubt not , you shall see , Even from his own Camp , from those men who follow him , Follow , and flatter him , we shall find one ; Or , if he miss , a hundred who will venture it . Aur. For his Reward , it shall be so , dear Brother ; So far I 'll honour him , who kills the Villain ; For so far runs my Love to my dear Brother , Let him be what he will , Mean , Old , or Crooked , He shall have Me ; nay , which is more , I 'll love him : I will not be deny'd . Cha. You shall not , Sister : But you shall find my Love shall go along with it . See a Proscription drawn , and for his Recompence My Sister , and Half-Partner in the Empire : And I will keep my Word . Aur.

Now you do bravely .

Nig.

And tho' it cost my Life , I 'll see it publish'd .

Cha.

Away , and do it instantly .

Nig. I am gone , Sir. It shall be soon dispatch'd . Cha.

Be prosperous .

Aur.

And let the Villain fall .

Nig.

Fear nothing , Madam . Exeunt .

Scene a Country-house at the Side of a Wood , with the Prospect of a pleasant Country at a distance . Enter Diocles , Maximinian , and Geta with a Boar on his Back . Dio.

Lay down the Boar.

Get. Withal my heart , I am weary on 't ; I shall turn Jew , if I carry more such Burthens . Do you think , Master , to be Emperor , With killing Swine ? You may be a good Butcher , Or allied to an honourable Family of Tripe-wives : Can you be such an Ass , my Reverend Master , To think these Springs of Pork will shoot up Caesars ? Max.

The Fool says true .

Dio. Come , leave your fooling , Sirrah , And think of what thou shalt be when I am Emperor . Get. Would it would come with thinking , then , o' my conscience , I should be at the least a Senator . Max. A Sowter , For that 's a Place more fitted to thy Nature . If thou hast such an Expectation . Or say the Devil could perform this Wonder , Can such a Rascal as thou art hope for Honor ? Such a Log-carrying Clown ? Get. Yes , and bear it too , And bear it swimmingly . I 'm not the first Ass , Sir , Has born Office , and perform'd it reverently . Dio. Thou being the Son of a Tyler , Canst thou hope to be a Senator ? Get. Thou being the Son of a Tanner , Canst thou hope to be an Emperor ? Dio. Thou saist true , Geta , there 's a Stop indeed : But yet the Bold and Vertuous — Get. You say right , Master , Right as my Leg ; for we , the Vertuous , Tho' we be Kennel-rakers , Filth , and Scoundrels , We , the Discreet , and Bold — Yet , now I remember it , Tylers have better Title to be Senators , And ought to step before you thick-skinn'd Tanners ; For we are higher born than you , no base ones , None of your Groundlings , Master . Dio. I like thee well ; Thou hast as good a mind as I have , to this Honor. Get. As good a mind ( Sir ) for a simple Plaisterer ; And when I come to execute my Office , Then you shall see . Max.

What ?

Get. An Officer in Fury ; An Officer as he ought to be . Do you laugh at it ? Is a Senator in hope worth no more Reverence ? By these Hands , I 'll clap you by the Heels The first Hour I come into my Office. Max.

O , my Conscience , the Fellow believes it .

Dio. I , do , do , Geta : For if I once be Emperor — Get. Then will I ( For Wise men must be had to prop the State ) Not bate a single Ace of a sound Senator . Dio.

But what shall we do the whil'st ?

Get. Kill Swine , and sowse 'em , And eat 'em when you have Bread ? Max. Why didst thou run away When the Boar made toward thee ? Art thou not Valiant ? Get. No indeed am I not , And think it no Dishonour to confess it . I took a Tree , 't is true , gave way to the Monster : Heark what Discretion says , Let Fury pass ; From the Tooth of a mad Beast , and the Tongue of a Slanderer , Preserve thine Honour . Dio. He talks already like a Senator . Go , take it up , and carry it in ; 't is a huge one ; We never kill'd a larger Swine ; so fierce too , I never met with yet . Max. Take heed , it stirs again . Geta runs up a Tree . How nimbly the Rogue runs up ? He climbs like a Squirrel . Dio.

Come down , ye Dunce ? is it not dead ?

Get.

I know not .

Dio.

His Throat 's cut , and his Bowels out .

Get. That 's all one , I am sure his Teeth are in . Dio. Come , take him up , I say , and see him drest ; He 's fat , and will be lusty Meat ; away with him , And get some of him ready for our Dinner . Get. Shall he be roasted whole ? I 'll run in the Wheel my self . Max. Sirrah , leave prating , And get some Piece of him ready presently ; We are weary both , and hungry . Get. Well , I 'll about it . What an Inundation of Brewis shall I swim in ? Exit . Geta. Dio. Thou art still dull and melancholy , Cousin , Distrustful of my Hopes . Max. Why , can you blame me ? I can't believe a Jugler . Dio.

Thou know'st she is a Prophetess .

Max. A small one , And as small Profit to be hop'd for by her . Dio. Thou art the strangest man ! How does thy Hurt ? The Boar came very near you . Max.

A Scratch , a Scratch .

Dio.

It akes , and troubles thee ; that makes thee angry .

Max. Not at the Pain , but at the Practice , Uncle ; The butcherly , base Custom of our Lives now . Had a brave Enemies Sword drawn so much from me , Or Danger met me in the Head of the Army , To have blusht thus i' my Blood , had been my Honour : But to live base , like Swine-herds , and believe too ; To be fool'd out with Tales , and Old Wives Dreams , Dreams when they 're drunk , or splenatick . Dio.

Certain , you much mistake her .

Max. Mistake her ? Hang her . To be made her Purvey'rs , To feed her old Chaps , to provide her daily , To bring her Feasts , while she sits grunting at us , And blowing out her Prophecies at both Ends. Dio.

She 's a holy Druid .

Max.

Heaven knows , I don't believe it .

Dio.

Thou hast a perfect Malice .

Max. So I would have , Against these purblind Prophets ; for , look you , Sir , Old Women will lie monstrously , so will the Devil ; They would at least seem Holy , so would he . He gives 'em leave now and then to use their Cunnings , Which is , to kill a Cow , or blast a Harvest , Make young Pigs pipe themselves to Death , choak Poultry , And chafe a Dairy-maid into a Fever , With pumping for her Butter . But when he makes these Agents to raise Emperors , When he disposes Fortune as his Servant , And ties her to Old Wives Tails — Dio. You argue learnedly : Did you not hear the Prophecy ? Max. Yes , and laugh at it ; And so will any man can tell but Twenty , That is not blind , as you are , blind and ignorant . Do you think she knows your Fortune ? Dio.

I do think it .

Max. Very well , Sir : You then believe ( for methinks 't is most necessary ) She knows her own Fate . Dio.

I believe it certain .

Max. Dare you but be so wise to let me try it ? For I am doubtful . Dio.

How ?

Max. Come nearer to me , Because her cunning Devil shan't prevent me : Close , close , and hear . If she can turn this Destiny , I 'll be of your Faith too . Dio. Do it ; I fear not : For if she knows not this , sure she knows nothing ; I am so confident . Max. Faith , so am I , That I shall make her old Sides hum . Enter Delphia . Dio.

She comes : Go take your Stand.

Max.

Now shew your Holiness , or you howl for 't , Beldame .

Del. Now my Son Diocles , Are you not weary of your Game to day ? And are you well ? Dio. Yes , Mother , well and lusty : Only you make me hunt for empty Shadows . Del. You must have patience ; Rome was not built in one day . And he that hopes , must give his Hopes their Currents . You have kill'd a mighty Boar. Dio. But I am no Emperor . Why do you fool me thus , and make me follow Your flattering Expectation Hour by Hour ? Rise early , and sleep late , to feed your Appetites ? Forget my Trade , my Arms ? forsake my Honour ? Oppose my self to Hazards of all sorts , Only to win the barbarous Name of Butcher . Del.

Son , you are wise .

Dio. But you are cunning , Mother ; And with that Cunning , and the Faith I give you , You lead me blindly , to no End , no Honour . Del. Be provident , And tempt not the Gods Dooms , stop not the Glory They are ready to fix on ye : you are a Fool then . Chearful and grateful Takers , the Gods love , And such as wait their Pleasures with full Hopes : The Doubtful and Distrustful , Heaven frowns at . What I have told by Inspiration , I tell you once again , must and shall find you . Dio.

But when ? or how ?

Del.

Cum Aprum interfeceris .

Dio.

I have kill'd many .

Del. Not the Boar they point at : Nor must I reveal further , till you clear it . The Lots of Glorious men are wrapt in Mysteries , And so deliver'd : Common and slight Creatures , That have their Ends as open as their Actions , Easie and open Fortunes follow . Max. I shall try How deep your Inspiration lies hid in you , And whether your brave Spirit have a Buckler To keep this Boar-spear off ; I 'll make ye smoke else . Dio. Knowing my Fortune so precisely , Mother , Methinks you should be studied in your own , In your own Destiny , methinks , most perfect . Can the Stars now , Or secret Inspirations you boast of , If a hard Fortune hung , and were now ready To pour it self upon your Life , deliver ye ? Can they now say , Take heed ? Del.

Ha! Pray come hither .

Max. I would know that ; I fear your Devil will cozen you , And stand as close as you can , I shall be with ye . Del.

I find a present Ill.

Dio.

How ?

Del.

But I scorn it .

Max.

Do you so ? Do you so ?

Del. Yes , and laugh at it , Diocles. Is it not strange , these wild and foolish men Should dare t' oppose the Pow'r of Destiny ? That Power the Gods shake at ? Look yonder , Son. Max.

Have you spied me ? Then have at ye .

Del. Do , fling boldly ; Spare not , and hit me if thou canst . Dio.

Fling , Cousin .

Max. I cannot : my Arm 's dead , I have no feeling . Or if I could fling , so strong is her arm'd Virtue , She 'd catch the flying Dart. Del. Poor , doubtful People , I pitty your weak Faiths . Dio. Oh mercy , Mother ! And from this Hour I 'll serve you as a Deitie . Del.

No more of that .

Max. Oh let my Prayers prevail too ! Here , like a Tree I dwell else ; free me Mother , And greater than great Fortune I 'll Adore ye . Del.

Be free again , and have more pure Thoughts in ye .

Dio. Now I believe your words most constantly ; And when I have that Power you promis'd me — Del. Remember then your Vow ; my Neece , Drusilla . I mean to Marry her , and then you prosper . Dio.

I shall forget my Life else .

Enter Niger , Geta , and Soldiers . Get.

And shall he have , as you say , that kills Aper ?

Del.

Now mark , and understand .

Nig. The Proscription 's up , i' th' Market-place , 't is up , There you may read it . He shall have half the Empire . Get.

A pretty Farm i'faith .

Nig.

And th' Emperor's Sister , the fair Aurelia for his Wife .

Get. You say well Friend : But hark ye , Who shall do this ? Nig.

You , if you dare ?

Get. I think so . Yet I could poyson him in a Cup of Wine , He loves that mightily . But when I have done this , May I lie with the Gentlewoman ? Nig.

Lie with her ? I , what else man ?

Get. Yes , indeed , I have known a married man that ne'er lay with his Wife ; Those dancing Days were done . Nig. These are old Soldiers , I 'll try their Appetites . Save you , brave Soldiers . Max.

You talkt ( Sir , ) of Proscriptions .

Nig. 'T is true , there 's one set up from the Emperor , Against Volutius Aper ? Dio.

Aper ?

Del.

Now ; now have you found the Boar ?

Dio.

I have the meaning now , most blessed Mother —

Nig. He has scorn'd his Master ; And bloodily cut off by Treachery , His Noble Brother . Dio. He is living , But weak , and sickly , Sir. Nig.

Did you see him ?

Max.

No.

Nig. He is murther'd ; So you shall find it mention'd from the Emperor . And honest faithful Soldiers , pray believe it , For by the Gods you 'll find it so ; he 's murther'd , The manner how , read in the large Proscription . Del.

It is most true Son. Aper's a Villain , and a Murderer .

Dio. I thank you Mother , And dare believe . Hark you Sir , is the recompence As you related ? Nig. As firm as Faith , Sir. Bring him alive , or dead . Max. You have taken a fit time . The General being out of Town : for tho'we love him not , Yet had he known this first , you had paid for 't dearly . Dio. 'T is Niger ; honest Niger : now I know him . A true sound man , the business may be done . Make no great stay , for your own safety , here . Nig.

I am gone ; I thank you . Exit Nig.

Dio.

Pray , Maximinian , pray .

Max.

I 'll Pray , and Work too .

Dio. I 'll to the Market-place , and read the offer , Now I have found the Boar. Del.

Find your own Faith : remember what you Vow'd .

Dio.

Oh , Mother .

Del.

Prosper .

Get. If my Master , and I do this , there must be two Emperors . What Honour to this Empire will it be , To have two such Emperors , as I , and He ? Exeunt . End of the First Act.
ACT II.
SCENE I. The Scene continues . Enter Delphia , and Drusilla . Dru. LEave us , and not vouchsafe a parting kiss To her , that in his hopes of Greatness lives , And goes along with him in all his Dangers ? Del.

I grant 't was most unkind .

Drus . Oh you give it too mild a name ; 'T was more than barbarous ! and you join'd in it . Del.

I , my Drusilla ?

Drus . Yes , you have blown his Pride to such a vastness , He thinks the Empire of the Earth too little . This makes him quite forget his humble being ; And can I hope that he , who only fed With the imagin'd Food of future Empire , Disdaining those who gave him Means , and Life , To nourish such Desires ; when he 's possest Of his ambitious Ends ( which must fall on him , Or your Predictions false ) will ever Descend to look on me ? Del. Were his intents , Perfidious as the Seas , or Winds , his Heart Compos'd of Falshood ; yet the benefit , The greatness of the Good he has from you , ( For what I have confer'd , is thine Drusilla ) Must make him firm , and thankful . But if all Remembrance of the Debts he stands ingag'd for , Find a quick Grave in his Ingratitude : My powerful Art , that guides him to this height , Shall make him Curse the Hour he ' ere was rais'd , Or sink him to the Center . Drus . I had rather Your Art could force him to return that Ardour , To me , I bear to him ; or give me Power To moderate my Passions . Yet I know not , I should repent your Grant , tho' you had sign'd it , ( So well I think him worthy of my Love ) But to believe that any check to him , In his vast Hopes , could yield content to me , Were Treason to my Love , that knows no pleasure , The Object which it dotes on , being miserable . Del. Pretty simplicity , I love thee for 't , And will not sit an idle looker on , And see it wrong'd . Dry thy innocent Eyes , And cast off jealous Fears : ( yet Promises Are slender Comfort , ) and but fancy ought That 's possible in Nature , or in Art , That may advance thy Comfort , and be bold To tell thy Soul , 't is thine : therefore speak freely . Drus . You give me a new Life . To conceal from you My Virgin Fondness , were to hide my Sickness From my Physician . Oh dear Aunt , I languish For want of Diocle's sight ; he is the Sun That keeps my Blood in a perpetual Spring ; But in his absence , cold benumming Winter Seizes on all my Faculties . Would you bind me , ( Who am your Slave already ) in more Fetters ? Oh bear me then ( but 't is impossible I fear to be effected ) where I may See how my Diocles breaks thro' his Dangers , And in what heaps his Honours fly upon him ; That I may meet him in the Height , and Pride Of all his Glories ; and there Challenge him as my own . Del. Enjoy thy Wishes . This is an easie Boon , which at thy Years I could have given to any . It shall be done , as fits my Skill , and Glory . From Ceres , I will force her winged Dragons , And in the Air , hung over the Tribunal ; ( The Musick of the Spheres attending on us ) There , as his good Star thou shalt shine upon him , If he prove true ; and as his Angel , guard him : But if he dare be false , I in a moment Will put that Glorious Light out , with such horror , As if eternal Night had seiz'd the Sun , And all things were returnd to the first Chaos , Or raise some Monster to devour him quick . Dru. I fear th' Event ; but I will do Whatever you command . Del. Rest then assur'd , I am the Mistris of my Art , and fear not . Exeunt . Scene a Forest . Enter Aper , Camurius , and Guard , with a Close Litter , richly adorn'd with Figures of Gold , Trophies , and Plumes of White Feathers . Aper . Your Care of your sick Emperor , Fellow-Soldiers , In Colours to the Life , does shew your Love , And zealous Duty : O continue it . And tho' I know you long to see and hear him , Impute it not to Pride , or Melancholy , That keeps you from your Wishes ; such State-Vices ( Too too familiar with Great Princes ) are Strangers to all the Actions of the Life Of good Numerianus . Let your Patience Be the Physician to his wounded Eyes , ( Wounded with pious Sorrow for his Father ) Which Time and your long Patience will recover , Provided it prove constant . 1 Gua. If he counterfeit , I will hereafter trust a prodigal Heir , When he weeps at his Father's Funeral . 2 Gua. Or a young Widow , following a Bed-rid Husband ( After a three-years Sickness ) to the Fire . 1 Gua. Note his Humility , with what soft Murmurs He does inquire his Pleasures . 2 Gua.

And how soon he is instructed .

1 Gua.

See how low he bows .

Aper . All your Commands ( Dread Caesar ) I 'll impart To your most ready Soldier , to obey 'em ; So take your Rest in Peace . It is the Pleasure Of mighty Caesar , ( his Thanks still remembred For your long Patience , with a Donative Fitting his State to give , shall quickly follow ) That you continue a strict Guard upon His sacred Person , and admit no Stranger , Of any other Legion , to come near him ; For none but you he 'll trust . I receive Your Answer in your Silence . Now , Camurius , Speak without Flattery ; has not Aper acted This Passion to the Life ? Cam. I would applaud him , Were he saluted Caesar : But I fear , These long-protracted Counsels will undo us : And 't is beyond my Reason , he being dead , You should conceal your self , or hope it can Continue undiscover'd . Aper . That I have killd him , Yet feed these ignorant Fools with Hopes he lives , Has a great end in 't : The Pannonian Cohorts ( That are my own , and sure ) are not come up ; The German Legions waver , and Charinus ( Brother to this dead Dog ) ( Hells Plagues on Niger , ) Is jealous of the Murther , and I hear , Is marching up against me , 't is not safe , Till I have Power to justifie the Act , To shew my self the Author . Be careful , therefore , For a small time , ( till I have fully sounded How the Tribunes and Centurions stand affected ) That none come near the Litter . If I find them Firm to my Party , I 'll dare disclose my self ; And then , live Aper's Equal . Cam.

Does not the Body begin to putrifie ?

Aper . That exacts my Haste . When but even now I feign'd Obedience to it , As I had some great Business to impart , The Scent had almost choak'd me . Be careful therefore All keep at distance . Cam. I am taught my Part , Haste you to perfect yours . Exit Aper . 1 Gua. I had rather meet An Enemy in the Field , than stand thus nodding , Like a Rug-gown'd Watchman . Enter Diocles , Maximinian , and Geta. Max.

A Watch at Noon ! This is a new Device .

Cam.

Stand.

Dio.

I am arm'd against all Danger .

Max. If I do not second you , A Coward 's Name pursue me . Dio.

Now my Fate guide and direct me .

Cam. You are rude , and saucy , With your forbidden Feet to touch this Ground , Sacred to Caesar only , and to these That do attend his Person . Speak , what are you ? Dio. What thou , nor any of thy Faction are , Nor ever were ; Soldiers , and honest Men. Cam.

So blunt ?

Dio. No Instruments of Craft , Engines of Murther , That serve the Emperor only with oyl'd Tongues , Sooth and applaud his Vices ; and when y 'ave wrought So far upon his Weakness , that he 's grown Odious to all the Subject , and himself , You rid him out of the way . Cam.

Treason .

Dio.

'T is Truth , and I will make it good .

Cam.

Lay hands upon 'em , or kill 'em instantly .

Get.

I 'll keep my Distance ; I do not like the Sport.

Dio. What 's he that is Owner of any Vertue worth a Roman , Or does retain the Memory of the Oath He made to Caesar , that dares lift his Sword Against that Man who ( careless of his Life ) Comes to discover such a horrid Treason , As when you hear 't , and understand how long Y 'ave been abus'd , will make you mad with Fury . I am no Stranger , but , like you , a Soldier , Train'd up one from my Youth ; and I see some With whom I have serv'd ; and ( not to praise my self ) Must needs confess , they have seen Diocles , In the late Britain Wars , both dare and do Beyond a Common Man. 1 Gua.

Diocles !

2 Gua.

I know him ; the bravest Soldier of the Empire .

Cam.

Stand ; if thou advance an Inch , thou art dead .

Dio. Die thou , Kills Cam. That durst oppose thy self against a Truth , That will break out , tho' Mountains cover it . Get. I fear this is a Sucking Pig , no Boar , He falls so easie . Dio. Hear me , Soldiers ; And if I make it not apparent to you This is an Act of Justice , and no Murther , Cut me in pieces : I 'll disperse the Cloud That has so long obscur'd a bloody Act , Ne'er equal'd yet . You all know with what Favours The good Numerianus ever grac't The Provost Aper . 1 Gua.

We all know it well .

Dio. And that those Bounties Should have contain'd him ( if he e're had learn'd The Elements of Honesty and Truth ) In Loyal Duty : But Ambition never Looks backward on Desert , but with blind haste Boldly runs on . But I lose time . You are here Commanded by this Aper to attend The Emperor's Person : No , my Friends , you are cozen'd , The good Numerianus now is past The sense of Wrong or Injury . All Gua.

How ? dead !

Dio.

Let your own Eyes inform you .

Opens the Litter , and shews the Body of the murther'd Emperor . Get. Is this an Emperor's Cabinet ? Fough ! I have known a Charnel-house smell sweeter . If Emperors Flesh have this savour , what will mine do , When I am rotten ? 1 Gua.

Most unheard of Villany !

2 Gua.

And with all Cruelty to be reveng'd .

1 Gua. Who is the Murtherer ? Name him , that we may Both punish it in him , and all his Family . Dio. Who but Aper ? That barbarous , and most ungrateful Aper , His desperate Poniard printed on his Breast This deadly wound . Nay , weep not , let your Loves speak in your anger ; And to confirm you gave no suffrage to This damned Plot , lend me your helping Hands To punish the Paricide : And if you find That there is worth in Diocles to deserve it , Make him your Leader . All.

A Diocles ! A Diocles ! A Diocles.

Dio. We 'll force him from his Guards . Now my Stars , If you have any good for me in store Shew it , when I have slain this fatal Boar. Exeunt . Delphia , and Drusilla , appear in the Air , in a Chariot drawn by Dragons . Del. Fix here , and rest a while your Sail-stretch'd Wings , That have out-stript the Winds . The Eye of Heaven Durst not behold our speed , but hid it self Behind the grossest Clouds ; and the pale Moon Pluckt in her Silver Horns ; trembling for fear That my strong Spells should force her from her Sphere . Such is the power of Art. Drus .

Good Aunt , where are we ?

Del. Look down Drusilla . Yonder lofty Towers , And spacious Streets , where every private House Appears a Pallace to receive a King : The Site , the Wealth , and Beauty of the Place . Will soon inform thee 't is Imperial Rome : Rome , the great Mistriss of the conquer'd World. Dru. But without Diocles , it is to me , Like any Wilderness we have pass'd o're . Shall I not see him ? Del. Yes , and in full glory ; And glut thy eager Eyes with looking on His prosperous success . Contain thy self : For tho' all things beneath us are transparent , The sharpest sighted , were he Eagle-Ey'd , Cannot discover us . Nor will we hang Idle Spectators to behold his Triumph . Enter Diocles , Maximinian , Senators , Guard , with Aper Prisoner , Geta , and Officers . But when occasion shall present it self , Do something to add to it . See , he comes . Drus . How God-like he appears ! with such a grace ( The Giants , that attempted to scale Heaven When they lay dead on the Phlegrean Plain ) Mars did appear to Jove . Del.

Forbear .

Dio. Look on this , And when with horror thou hast view'd thy deed , ( Thy most accursed deed ) be thy own Judge , And tell me if thou canst perswade thy self , To Hope , or Plead for Mercy ? Ape .

No ; I confess , my Life 's a burthen to me .

Dio. Thou art like thy name , a cruel Boar. I long have hunted for thee ; and since now Thou art in the Toil , it is in vain to hope , Thou ever shalt break out . Yet since my future Fate depends upon thee , Thus to fulfil great Delphia's Prophesie , Aper ( thou fatal Boar ) receive the honour kills Aper . To fall by Diocles Hand . Shine clear my Stars , That met when I had entrance to the World , And give Applause to this great Work. Del.

Strike Musick from the Spheres .

Drus .

Oh now you honour me ! A Symphony of Musick in the Air.

Dio.

Ha! Musick in the Air !

All.

This is miraculous !

Max. This shews the Gods approve the Person , and the Act. But hark
First SONG . GReat Diocles the Boar has kill'd , Which did infest the Land ; What Heart is not with Rapture fill'd ? Who can his Joys command ? Down , down the bloody Villain falls , Hated , contemn'd of All ; And now the mighty Spirit calls , For Rites of Funeral . CHORUS . Sing Io's ! praise the Thundring Jove , Pallas and Venus share ; Since the All-charming Queen of Love , Inspires the God of War.
Second SONG , by a Woman . CHaron , the peaceful Shade invites , He hastes to Waft him o're ; Give him all necessary Rites , To land him on the Shore . Sound all your Instruments of War , Fifes , Trumpets , Timbrels play ; Let all Mankind the Pleasure share , And bless this happy Day . CHORUS . Sound all your Instruments , &c.
Max. Now if the Senate ( For in the Soldiers Eyes I read their Love ) Think Diocles worthy to supply the place , Of dead Numerianus ; as he stands His Heir in his revenge ; with one consent Salute him Emperor . 1 Sen. Long live Diocles , Augustus , Pater Patriae , and all Titles That are peculiar only to the Caesar's , We gladly throw on him . 1 Gua. We confirm it , And will defend his honour with our Swords , Against the World ; raise him to the Tribunal . 1 Sen. Fetch the Imperial Robes : And as a sign We give him absolute power of Life , and Death , Bind this Sword to his Side . 2 Sen.

Omit no Ceremony , that may be for his honour .

While they Invest him with the Imperial Robes , this Martial Song is sung : Trumpets and Ho-Boys joining with them .
LET the Soldiers rejoyce , With a general Voice , And the Senate new Honours decree 'em ; Who at his Armies Head , Struck the fell Monster dead , And so boldly , and bravely did free ' em . CHORUS . Rejoyce , Rejoyce , &c. To Mars let 'em raise , And their Emperors praise , A Trophy of the Armies own making ; To Maximinian too , Some honours are due , Who joyn'd in the brave undertaking . CHORUS . Rejoyce , Rejoyce , &c. With Flowers let 'em strow , The way as they go , Their Statues with Garlands adorning , Who from Tyrannies Night Drave the Mists in their Sight , And gave 'em a glorious Morning . CHORUS . Rejoyce , Rejoyce , &c.
Then a Symphony of Flutes in the Air , and after this SONG . SInce the Toils and the Hazards of War 's at an end , The Pleasures of Love should succeed 'em ; The Fair should present what the Senators send , And compleat what they have decreed ' em . With Dances and Songs , with Tambours and Flutes , Let the Maids shew their Joy as they meet him ; With Cymbals and Harps , with Viols and Lutes , Let the Husbands and True Lovers greet him . CHORUS . Let the Priests with Processions the Hero attend , And Statues erect to his Glory ; Let the Smoak from the Altars to Heaven ascend , All sing Great Diocles Story .
Max. Still the Gods Express that they are pleas'd with the Election . Get. My Master is an Emperor , and I feel A Senators Itch upon me . Would I could hire These fine invisible Fidlers to play to me At my Instalment . Dio. I embrace your Loves , And hope the Honours which you heap on me Shall be with Strength supported . I desire no Titles , But as I shall deserve ' em . I will keep My Name , but with this difference , I will add To Diocles but two short Syllables , And be call'd Dioclesianus . Get. This is fine . I 'll follow the Fashion , and when I am a Senator , I 'll be no more plain Geta , but be call'd Lord Getianus . Dru.

He ne'er thinks of me , nor of your Favour .

Enter Niger . Del. If he dares prove false , These Glories shall be to him as a Dream , Or an Inchanted Banquet . Nig. From Charinus , From Great Charinus , who with joy has heard Of your Proceedings , and confirms your Honours . He , with his beauteous Sister , fair Aurelia , Are come in Person , like themselves attended , To gratulate your Fortune . Dio. For thy News , Be thou in France Pro-Consul . Let us meet The Emperor with all Respect and Honour . Trumpets . Enter Charinus , Aurelia , Attendants . Dru. Oh Aunt ! I see this Princess does eclipse The lustre of my Beauty , tho' I were My self to be the Judge . Del.

Relie on me .

Cha. 'T is Vertue , and not Birth , that makes us Noble . Great Actions speak Great Minds , and such should govern ; And you are grac'd with both . Thus , as a Brother , A Fellow , and Copartner in the Empire , I do embrace you : May we live so far From Difference , or emulous Competition , That all the World may say , although two Bodies , We have one Mind . Aur. When I behold this Object , The dead Numerianus , I should wash His Wounds with Tears , and pay a Sister's Sorrow To his sad Fate : but since he lives again In your most brave Revenge , I bow to you , As to a Power which gave him second Life , And will make good my Promise . If you find That there is Worth in me that may deserve you , Altho' my Youth and Fortune may require Both to be su'd and sought to , here I yield My self to be your Wife . Dio. Oh you Gods ! Teach me how to be thankful ; you have pour'd All Blessings on me , that ambitious Man Could ever fancy . Till this happy minute I ne'er saw Beauty , or believ'd there could be Perfection in a Woman . On my Knees I thus receive you ; and , if you vouchsafe it , This day I am doubly married , to the Empire , And your fair self . Del. False and perfidious Villain — Dru. Let me fall headlong on him . Oh my Stars ! This I foresaw , and fear'd . Cha. Call in a Flamen ; this Knot Shall instantly be ty'd . Del. But it shall not , If Art or Hell have any strength . Enter a Flamen . Thunder and Lightning . The Stage t s darkned on a sudden . A dreadful Monster comes from the further end of the Scenes , and moves slowly forward . Cha.

Prodigious !

Max.

How soon the Day 's o're-cast !

Fla. The Signs are fatal . Juno smiles not upon this Match , and shews She has her Thunder too . Defer the Marriage , Or this fell Monster will devour you all . Dio.

Can there be a Stop to all my Happiness ?

Cha. We were too violent , And I repent my haste . First let us pay All Rites of Funeral to my dead Brother ; Perhaps that may appease the angry Gods. The Musick flourish . They who made the Monster separate in an instant , and fall into a Figure , ready to begin a Dance of Furies . Cha. 'T is wonderful . Here , take up the Body ; And when we have plac'd his Ashes in his Urn , We 'll try the Gods again . Exeunt Trumpets and Drums , sounding and beating a dead March. Del. So , 't is deferr'd yet , in despite of Falshood . Comfort , Drusilla ; for he shall be thine . Some Rites I must perform to Hecate , To perfect my Designs ; Which finish'd once , He shall be made obedient to thy Call , Or in his Ruine I will bury all . End of the Second Act.
ACT III.
SCENE I. Scene a Room , Chairs in it , the Hangings and Figures Grotesk . Enter Maximinian . Max. WHat powerful Star shin'd at this Man's Nativity , And blest his homely Cradle with full Glory ? What Throngs of People press and buz about him , And with their humming Flatteries sing him Caesar ? How the fierce-minded Soldier bows before him ? Charinus sues , the Emperor intreats him ; And his bright charming Sister doats on him : All worship him ; yet I 'm still Maximinian : What have I got by this ? I have gone as far To wooe this purblind Honour , as he has ; And done as much , run thro' as many Perils : Only the Executioner of Aper , ( Which I mistook ) has made him Emperor , And me his Slave . Enter Delphia and Drusilla . Del. Stand still , he cannot see us , till I please . This Discontentment I have forc'd into him , For thy Cause , my Drusilla . Max. Can the Gods see this ? See it with Justice , and confer their Blessings On him , that never flung one Grain of Incense Upon their Altars , never bow'd his Knee yet ? And I , that have march'd Foot by Foot , struck equally , Contemning his base , covetous — Del.

Now we 'll appear .

Max. Bless me , ye Gods ! And with all Reverence — Kneels . Del. Stand up , my Son ; And wonder not at thy ungrateful Uncle : I know thy Thoughts , and I appear to ease ' em . Max. Oh Mother ! did I stand the tenth part to you Engag'd and fetter'd , as my Uncle does , How would I serve , how would I fall before you ? How worship and adore you ? Del. Peace , and flatter not ; Necessity and Anger draws this from you , Of both which I forgive you . For your Uncle , 'T was I foretold this Honour , it fell on him , Fell to his full Content . He has forgot me , For all my Care , forgot me , and his Vow too ; And I have forgot him ; let him stand fast now . Come hither : My Care shall be for you . Max.

Oh blessed Mother ! She charms him . Maximinian ,

Del. Stand still , and let me work . So now , Go and appear in Court , and eye Aurelia ; Stand in her Vew , make your Addresses to her ; Prepare some Musick , and then shew your self , And mark the Consequence : I 'll say no more , But Fortune is your Servant ; go , and be happy . Max.

I know all this is holy Truth .

Del.

Believe , and prosper . Exit Maximinian .

Dru. Yet all this cures not me : You had full as much Belief from Dioclesian . Enter Geta , Lictors , and Suitors with Petitions . Del. Be not dejected , I have warn'd you often ; The proudest Thoughts he has , I 'll humble . Who 's this ? O , 't is the Fool , and Knave , grown a grave Officer : He 's hot with high Preferment . Get. What 's your Bill ? For Gravel for the Appian Way , And Pills . Is the Way Rheumatick ? 1 Suit.

'T is Piles , an 't please your Worship .

Get. Remove me those Piles to Port Esqueline , 'T is fitter for the Place . You shall be paid . 1 Suit.

I thank your Honour .

Get. Thank me when you have it ; Thank me another way , you you are an Ass else . I know my Office. Lord , how these Fellows throng ! That Knave has eaten Garlick ; whip him , and bring him back . 2 Suit. I beseech your Worship ; Here 's an old Reck'ning for the Dung and Dirt , Sir. Get. It stinks like thee ; away . Yet let him tarry . Let 's see your Bill : Give your Petitions In seemly sort , and keep your Caps off decently . For scowring the Water-courses thro' the City ? A fine Periphrasis for a Kennel-raker . Did you scowr all , my Friend ? You had some Business . Who shall scowr you ? You 're to be paid , I take it , When Surgeons swear you have perform'd your Office. 3 Suit.

Your Worship 's merry .

Get. We must be sometimes witty , To nick a Knave ; 't is useful to our Gravity . I 'll take no more Petitions ; I am pester'd ; Give me some Rest ? 3 Suit. I have brought the Gold ( an 't please ye ) About the Place you promis'd . Get.

See him enter'd . How does your Daughter ?

3 Suit.

The better for your Worship .

Get. This is too little : But let me see your Daughter ; 'T is a good forward Girl . I 'll take no more Petitions . Lic .

You see the Edile's busie .

Get. Look to your Places , or I 'll make you smoak else . I drank a Cup of Wine at your House yesterday , It was smart Wine , my Friend . Lic .

Send him the Piece ; he likes it .

Get.

And eat the best Wild Boar at that same Farmer 's .

2 Suit. I have half left yet ; your Worship shall command it Get. A Bit will serve . Give me some rest . Gods help me How shall I labour when I am a Senator ? Del. 'T is a fit Place indeed . Save you , Sir. Does not your Worship know us ? Get. These Women are so troublesom . There be Houses providing for such wretched Creatures , Houses of small Rents , to set old Wives a spinning . Dru. We are no Spinsters , Sir , nor , if you look on us , So wretched as you take us . Del. Does your Mightiness ( For that 's a great Destroyer of the Memory ) Yet understand our Faces ? Get. Prethee keep off , Woman . It is not fit I should know every Creature . What tho' I was familiar heretofore ? I must not know thee now : my Place neglects thee ; Yet ' cause I have a glimps of your remembrance , Give me your Sutes , and wait me a Month hence . Del. Our Suites ( Sir ) are , to see the Emperor , The Emperor Dioclesian , to speak with him ; And not to wait on you . We have told you all Sir. Get. I laugh at your simplicity , poor Women . To see the Emperor ; you are deceiv'd now ; The Emperor appears but once in seven Years , And then he shines not on such Weeds as you are . Yet now I think on 't ; wait in that Room of State , Perhaps he may come forth . All leave me but my Officers . Del. I thank you , Sir ; Ex. Suit. Come my Drusilla , we shall see him there . Ex. Del. Drus . Get. I am too merciful , I find it Friends ; Of too soft a nature for an Officer ; I bear too much remorse . Lic . 'T is your own fault , Sir : For look ye , one so newly warm in Office , Should lay about him blindfold , like true Justice ; Hit where it will : the more you Whip and Hang Sir , ( Tho' without cause , let that shew it self afterward ) The more you are admir'd , and fear'd , Sir. Get.

I think it should be so .

Lic . Your Country-men are by nature Cholerick , And prone to Anger . Get. Nay , I can be Angry ; And the best is , I need shew no reason for 't . Lic , You need not , Sir , your Place is without reason ; And what you want in Learning , and in Judgment , Make up with Rule , and Rigor . Get. A rare Counsellor ! Instruct me further . Is it fit , my Friend , The Emperor , my Master Dioclesian , Should now remember , or the Times , or Manners , Call'd him , plain , down-right Diocles ? Lic .

He must not ; it stands not with his Royalty .

Get. I grant ye . I being then the Edile Gestianus , A Man of Place , and Judge ; is it held requisite I should commit to my consideration , Those Rascals of remov'd , and ragged Fortunes , Who with unreverend Mouths , call'd me Slave Geta ? Lic .

You must forget their Names ; your Honour bids you .

Get. I will forget 'em , but I 'll hang their Natures . I will ascend my Place , which is of Justice ; And Mercy I forget thee . Lic .

A rare Magistrate ! another Solon sure .

Get. An Hour hence I 'll sit in State , in this Place , And then , hang all are brought before me . Exeunt . A Curtain falls representing the entrance into the inner part of a Magnificent Pallace . A noble Arch ; behind it two Embroider'd Curtains , part of the first ty'd up on either side , the farther Curtain hanging down . Figures of Diana , on each side of the Arch standing on large Pedestalls . Enter Diocles. Dio. How am I cross't , and tortur'd ? My most wisht Happiness , my lovely Mistriss , Who must compleat my Hopes , and link my Greatness , Yet severed from my Arms ? Tell me , high Heaven , How have I sinned , that you should speak in Thunder ? In horrid Thunder , when my Heart was ready To leap into her Breast , the Priest was ready , The fair Aurelia ready . You gave the honour , And ere you gave it full , could you destroy it ? Enter Delphia , and Drusilla . Or was there some dire Star ? some Devil that did it ? Some sad malignant Angel to my honour ? With you , I dare not rage . Del. With me thou canst not , Tho' it was I ; nay look not pale , and frighted ; I 'll fright you more : with me thou canst not quarrel . I rais'd the Thunder to rebuke thy falshood . Look here , to her thy falshood . Now be angry , And be as great in Evil , as in Empire . Dio.

Bless me ye Powers !

Del. True , thou hast need of Blessing . 'T was I that at thy great Inauguration , Hung in the Air unseen . 'T was I that honour'd thee With various Musick , and sweet sounding Airs . But why did I all this ? To keep thy Honesty , Thy Vow , and Faith ; that once forgot , and slighted , All other Blessings leave you ; nay Aurelia ( Unless thou soon repent ) shall scorn , and hate thee . Drus . Yet consider , As you are Noble , as I have deserv'd ye ; For yet you are free . If neither Faith , nor Promise , Nor Deeds of former times may be remembred ; Let these new dropping Tears , for I still love you , These Hands held up to Heaven . — Dio. I can pitty you , but that is all ; I 'll not dissemble with you , I must not offer more , 't were most unwise in me . Del.

How ? were it not wise ?

Dio. Nor honorable , A Princess is my Love , she dotes on me ; A fair , and lovely Princess is my Mistriss . I am an Emperor : consider Prophetess , I am now for Queens , for none but Divine Beauties ; To look so low as this cheap common sweetness , Would speak me mean still , and my Glories nothing . I grant I made a Vow ; what was I then ? As she is now , of no note , ( Hope made me Promise , ) But as I am , to keep this Vow were monstrous , A madness , and a low inglorious fondness . Del.

Take heed , proud Man.

Drus . Princes may love with Titles , But I with Truth . Del. Take heed : here stands thy Destiny . Thy Fate depends on her . Dio. Thou doating Sorceress ; Would'st have me love this thing ? that is not worthy To wait upon my Saint , to be her Shadow . A Princess is her slave ; when she appears Bows her beck . The mighty Persia's Daughter ( Bright as the breaking East , as mid-day Glorious ) Waits her commands , is proud to serve her Pleasures . Some honorable Match I will provide for her , That shall advance you both ; mean time I 'll smile on you . Exit . Del. Mean time I 'll haunt you . Cry not Child , be confident . ' Ere long thou shalt more pitty him , ( observe me ) And pitty him in truth , than now thou seekst him . My Art shall fail me else ; come , no more weeping . Exeunt . Scene the former Chamber , hung with Grotesk-Work . Enter Geta , and Lictors . Get. Set me my Chair . And now I 'll put on a Face of Authority . A Whipping , Torturing , Hanging Face ; 't is well . Now , bring in the Offenders . 1 Lic .

There are none yet , Sir , but no doubt there will be .

Get. How ? am I ready ? and my Anger too ? The fury of a Magistrate upon me , And no Offenders to execute my Rage on ? Ha! no Offenders Knaves ? 1 Lic . There are Knaves indeed , Sir ; We hope shortly to have 'em for your Worship . Get. No Man to Hang , or Whip ? are you good Officers , To provide no Fuel for a Judges Fury ? In this Place , something must be done . This Chair When I sit down , must savour of severity : Therefore I warn ye all , bring me leud People , Or likely to be leud ; Twigs must be cropt too . Let me have Evil Persons in abundance , Or make 'em Evil , 't is all one ; do but say so , That I may have fit matter for a Magistrate , Then let me work . If I sit idle once more , And lose my longing ; as I am true Edile , And as I hope to rectifie my Country , You are the Scabs I 'll scratch from the Common-Wealth ; You are those Rascals of the State I 'll punish , And you shall find , and feel it . 1 Lic .

You shall have many , many notorious People .

Get. Let 'em be People , And keep notorious to your selves . Mark me Lictors , If I be angry ; as my Place will ask it : And want fit matter to execute my Authority on : I 'll hang a hundred of you . I 'll not stay To inquire further into your Offences . It is sufficient that I find no Criminals , And therefore I must make some ; let that suffice . For so runs my Commission . Enter Delphia , and Drusilla . Get.

What are these ?

Del. You must not mourn still ; some recreation To allay this sadness , must be sought . What 's here ? Some senceless People Worshipping a Sign in Office. Get. Lay hold on her , and hold her fast ; She 'll slip thro' your Fingers like an Eel else ; I know her Tricks . Hold her , I say , and bind her . Or hang her first , and then I 'll tell you wherefore . Del.

What have I done ?

Get. Thou hast done enough to undo thee . Thou hast press'd to the Emperor's presence without my Warrant , I being his Key , and Image . Del. You are , indeed , an Image ; And of the coursest Stuff , and the worst making , That ' ere I lookt on yet . I 'll make as good an Image of an Ass . Get.

Besides , thou art a Woman of a leud life .

Del. I am no Whore , Sir , nor no common fame Has ' ere proclaim'd me vitious to the People . Get. Thou art to me , a damnable leud Woman , Which is as strong a proof as if Forty swore it . I know thou art a keeper of tame Devils , And whereas great and grave Men of my Place , Can by the Law be allow'd but one a piece For their own Services and Recreation , Thou , like a Traiterous Quean , keep'st twenty Devils , Twenty in Ordinary . Del. Pray , Sir , be pacified , If that be all ; and if you want a Servant , You shall have one of mine shall serve for nothing ; A faithful , diligent , and a wise Devil . For what use do you want one ? Get. Let her go . We men of business must use speedy Servants . Let me see all your Family . Del.

You shall ; I have Devils of all kinds ready for you .

Get. Let me see ; a Devil for Intelligence ? No , no , He will lye beyond all Travellers . A State Devil ? Neither ; he 'll out-do me at my own Weapon . An Evidencing Devil ? he 'll out-swear me , And turn my Plots upon my self . An impudent Devil ? That can out-face a Judge upon the Bench. He may hang others , then he may hang me . A holy Devil ? one that can out-do The High-Priest in Hipocrisie . That 's dangerous : He 'll broach some new Religion ; and we are Already over-stockt with seeming Saints ; Or over-zealous mad men , that are as bad . A Devil that can speak all Languages : To entertain Embassadors in their own Tongues , Or else some pleasant Airie , Dancing Devils , To treat the Ladies with , who visit me . Those would do well . Del. It shall be done . Sit there ; and if you love your own Life , stir not . ' Ill give you a taste of my Art immediately . You see those Antick Figures in the Hangings . Get.

Yes , very well .

Del. They are all Spirits ; all at my command . My Servants all , and they shall entertain you ; Come forth , and Dance before this mighty Edile . Come forth , and leave your Shaddows in your places . The Figures come out of the Hangings and Dance : And Figures exactly the same appear in their places : When they have danc'd a while , they go to sit on the Chairs , they slip from 'em , and after joyn in the Dance with ' em . Get.

Shall these Devils be at my command ?

Del. They shall be more obedient than your slaves . You shall have other Spirits if you please , Shall take you up , and bear you thro' the Air ; Hurricania , appear ; and take him up . Get.

O deliver me ! deliver me ! Get. runs off , the Lictors follow him .

Del. So ; I have frighted him sufficiently , He 'll trouble us no more . Come my Drusilla , Th' Embassadors of Persia are now With th' Emperor Charinus and Aurelia , Demanding freedom for their Master's Sister , The fair Cassana , whom the haughty Princess Shall still retain , and send th' Embassadors In discontent away . Come , do not grieve , Thou soon shalt see this proud ingrateful man , So miserable , thou shalt pitty him . Exeunt . Scene a Magnificent Pallace . Enter Charinus , Aurelia , Cassana , Ambassadors , and Attendants . Aur. Never dispute with me , you shall not have her ; Nor name the greatness of your King , I despise him . Your Knees move nothing ; should your Master bow thus , It were his Duty , and my Power should scorn him . Cha. She is her Woman ( never sue to me ) And in her Power to render her , or keep her . She is my Sister , not to be compell'd , Nor have her own snatcht from her . Amb. We only beg her , To name what Ransom she will please to think of , Jewels , or Towns , or Provinces . Aur. No Ransom , No not your Kings own Head , his Crown upon it , And all the low submissions of his People . Amb.

Fair Princess's , ought to have tender thoughts .

Aur. Is shee too good , To wait upon the mighty Emperor's Sister ? What Princess of that Sweetness , or that Excellence ? Sprung from the proudest , and the mightiest Monarchs , But may be highly blest , to be my Servant ? Cas .

'T is most true , mighty Princess .

Aur. Has my fair usage Made you so much despise me , and my Fortune , That you grow weary of my Entertainments ? Henceforward , as you are I will command you ; And as you were ordain'd my Prisoner , My Slave , and one I may dispose of any way , No more my fair Companion : tell your King so . I 'll use her as I please , and that 's your Answer . Amb. Our Master with a mighty Army's near ; I know he 'll venture all to free his Sister ; Aside . You are the cause then of the War : for since Entreaty can't prevail , force must compel . Ex. Amb.
Musick and a SONG . Enter Maximinian , he stands gazing on the Princess all the time of the Song . WHat shall I do to show how much I love her ? How many Millions of Sigh's can suffice ? That which wins other Hearts , never can move her , Those common methods of Love she 'll despise . I will love more than Man ' ere lov'd before me , Gaze on her all the Day , melt all the Night ; Till for her own sake at last she 'll implore me , To love her less to preserve our delight . Since Gods themselves could not ever be loving , Men must have breathing Recruits for new Joys : I wish my Love could be always improving , Tho' eager Love more than Sorrow destroys . In Fair Aurelia's Arms leave me expiring , To be Embalm'd by the Sweets of her Breath ; To the last Moment I 'll still be desiring : Never had Hero so glorious a Death .
Max. Now , if thou be'st a Prophetess , and canst do Things of that wonder that thy Tongue delivers , Canst raise me too , now shew thy mighty Pow'r . How she eyes me ? How sweet , how fair , and lovely she appears ? Her Eyes , like bright Noon-beams , shoot thorow me . Aur.

Oh my dear Friend , where have you been ?

Max. Where am I ? Who does she take me for ? Work still , work strongly . Aur.

Why have you fled my Love , and my Embraces ?

Max.

Is this real ? I dare not trust my Senses .

Aur. Can a Clap of Thunder , The Cause being as common as the Noise is , Strike Terror to a Soldier 's Heart ? a Monarch's ? Thro' all the Fires of angry Heaven , thro' Tempests , That sing of nothing but Destruction , Even underneath the Bolt of Jove , then ready , And aiming dreadfully , I would seek you , And fly into your Arms. Max.

I shall be mighty !

Cha. Fie , Sister , fie : What a forgetful Weakness is this in you ? What a light Carriage ? These are Words and Offers Due only to your Husband Dioclesian . Aur. 'T is strange , That only empty Names compel Affections . This Man you see , give what Name or Title , Let it be ne'er so mean , ne'er so despis'd ; Brother , This lovely Man — Max.

Tho' I be hang'd , I 'll on .

Aur.

This sweet young Man —

Max.

Oh Prophetess ! Incomparable Woman !

Aur. This Man , I say , Let him be what he will , or bear what Fortune , This most unequal'd Man , deserves the Bed of Juno . Cha.

You are not mad ?

Max. I hope she is ; I am sure I am little better . Enter Diocles My Uncle comes . Now if she 's firm , I am happy . Cha.

For Honours sake , be careful .

Dio.

Oh my fair Mistris !

Aur. What Man is this ? Away ; What sawcy Fellow ? How came this base mean Creature to my Presence ? Dio. Have you forgot me , Fair ? Or do you jest with me ? I 'll tell you how I came ; pray look more kindly . Nothing but Frowns and Scorns ! Aur.

Who is this Fellow ?

Dio.

I 'll tell you who : I am your Husband , Madam .

Aur.

Husband to me ?

Dio.

Yes , to you , Madam : I am Dioclesian .

Max. More of this sport , and I am made . Oh Mother ! Compleat what is begun . Dio. I am he , Madam , Reveng'd your Brother's Death , slew cruel Aper . I am he the Soldier courts , the Emperor honours , Your Brother loves . I am he ( my beauteous Mistris ) Will make you Empress of the World. Aur.

'T is false , thou art not he : Thou that brave Man !

Cha.

Is there no Shame , no Modesty in Woman ?

Aur.

Thou one of his high Rank !

Dio.

Good Gods ! What ails she ?

Aur. Generous , and Noble ! Fie , thou art no such Person Thou art a poor Dalmatian Slave , a low thing , Not worth the Name of Roman . Stand off , further . Dio.

What can this mean ?

Aur. Come hither , my Endymion ; Come shew thy self , and bless all Eyes look on you . Dio.

Ha! What is this ?

Aur. Thou fair Star that I live by , Look lovely on me , break into full Brightness . Here is a Face now of another making , Another Mould ; here 's a Divine Proportion ; Eyes fit for Phoebus self to gild the World with . Look there , and wonder . Now behold that Fellow , That admirable Face , cut with an Ax out . Dio.

And do you speak this truly ?

Cha.

She 's mad , and you must pardon her .

Dio.

By Heaven , she hangs on him !

Cha.

Be not disturb'd , Sir ; 't is but the Fondness of her Fit.

Dio.

I am fool'd ; and if I suffer this —

Cha. Pray be pacifi'd ; this Fit will soon be off . Let her go , Sir ; a little Rest will bring her to her self . Dio.

You , Sir , Exit Aurelia .

Max.

Well , Sir.

Dio.

Base as thou art , how durst you touch that Lady ?

Max. I am your Kinsman , Sir ; no such base Fellow : I sought her not , nor had I any reason To thrust a Princess from me ; 't was no Manners . What she bestow'd was Courtesie , and I thank her . Dio.

Villain , be gone .

Max. I will , and I will go with Glory off , And magnifie my Fate . Exit Maximinian . Dio.

Good Sir , leave me ; I am a Trouble to my self now .

Cha. I am sorry for 't , and hope You 'll find it but a Womans Fit to try you . Dio. It may be so . Into what misery has Fortune brought me , Exit Charinus . And how long must I suffer ? Poor humble Beings , Tho' they know Want and Hunger , know not these , Know not these killing Fates : A little serves 'em , And with that little they 're content . O Honour ! How greedily Men seek thee ! and once purchas'd , How many Enemies to Man's Peace bring'st thou ? Enter Delphia and Drusilla . When I presum'd I was blest with this fair Woman , Del.

Behold him now , and tell me how thou lik'st him .

Dio. When all my Hopes were up , and Fortune shew'd me To all the World , the Greatest , Happiest Monarch ; Then to be cozen'd , to be cheated basely , By my own Kinsman too ! I 'll kill the Villain . But can I kill her Hate too ? No , he wooes not ; She seeks him . Shall I kill an Innocent ? Oh Fortune ! Could'st thou find none to fool , and blow like Bladders , But Kings , and their Contents ? Del.

What think you now , Girl ?

Dru. Upon my Life , I pity his misfortune . See how he weeps ! I cannot hold my Tears now . Del. Away , Fool ; He must weep bloody Tears before thou hast him . How fare you now , brave Dioclesian ? For shame ! tyr'd with your Love ? Has too much Pleasure Dull'd your mighty Faculties ? Dio. Art thou there , More to torment me ? Dost thou come to mock me ? Del. I do , I come to laugh at all thy Sufferings ; I who have wrought 'em , come to scorn thy Sorrows . I told thee once , this is thy Fate , this Woman ; And as thou usest her , so thou shalt prosper . It is not in thy power to turn this Destiny , Nor stop the Torrent of thy Miseries . Thou who didst think no Power could cross thy Pleasure , Shalt find a Fate above thee . Dru.

Good Aunt , speak mildly ; behold how pitiful he looks .

Dio.

I find , and feel too , that I am miserable .

Del.

Thou art , most miserable .

Dio.

And didst thou work this Mischief ?

Del.

I did , and will pursue it .

Dio. O stay , and have some pity : Fair Drusilla , Thou that hast lov'd me , let me beg of thee , I know my Suit must seem unjust to thee , To make thy Love the means to lose it self : Yet , Oh! have pity on me . Dru.

I will have pity .

Del. Peace , Child ; this Softness may become thy Love , But not my Anger : The same Kindness he shews thee , The same Aurelia shall shew him , no farther ; Nor shall the Wealth of all his Empire change this . Dio. I must speak fair . Lovely young Maid , forgive me ; Look gently on my Sorows ; you can grieve too , I see it in your Eyes ; and thus I thank you . Kneels . Dru.

Oh Aunt ! now I am blest !

Dio.

Be not both young and cruel . Kneeling I beg it still .

Dru.

Rise , Sir , I grant it . Now , Aunt , he is my own .

Enter Aurelia . Del.

Thou art deceiv'd ; not yet , Girl .

Aur. Oh my dear Lord ! how have I wrong'd your Patience ? How wandred from the Truth of my Affections ? How like a wanton Fool , shunn'd that I lov'd most ? But you are full of Goodness to forgive , Sir , As I of Grief to beg , and Shame to take it . Sure I was not my self ; some Dream wrought on me , Or strange Illusion : Can you pardon it ? Dio. All my Delight ! My Life ! I with more pleasure take thee , Than if there had been no such Dream ; for certain , It was no more . Aur. Now you have forgiven me , I 'll take my leave . The good Gods bless such Goodness . Ex. Au. Del. You see how Kindness prospers . Be so just To marry my Drusilla ; see then what Joys , What Pleasures , greater than this Lady can bestow , Shall always wait on you . Dio. I 'll die a Dog first . Now I am reconcil'd , I will enjoy her , In spite of all thy Spirits , and thy Witchcrafts . Del.

Thou shalt not , Fool.

Dio. I will , old doating Devil . Look thou appear no more to cross my Pleasures : And wert thou any thing but Air and Spirit , My Sword should end the Difference . Exit Diocles. Del. I contemn thy Threats . Come , look up , Girl : The Persians shall lay an Ambush for 'em , And they shall fall into the Net , they shall . If he repent not soon , I have a Spell Shall make him feel on Earth the Plagues of Hell. Exeunt . The End of the Third Act.
ACT IV.
SCENE I. Scene the Great Curtain . Enter Delphia and Drusilla . Del. T Is done , Drusilla , the great Work is done ; Charinus , Maximinian , Aurelia , Are all the Persian Monarch's Prisoners ; He has 'em in his Power . Now smile , Drusilla . Dru.

Where was my Diocles when this was done ?

Del. Why he was with 'em ; but his Pow'r was vain , As vain all the Resistance he could make ; They bore their Prisoners off , and he was left — Dru. How , left ! Oh do not torture me with Doubt , But tell me he is safe , and tell me quickly , Or I shall die with Fear . Del. He is ( my Girl ) in his own Army , safe ; Thou shalt behold him instantly . Dru. Lie still , my trembling Heart , since he is well . But how was this effected ? Del. I made the Persians lay an Ambush for 'em , Then drew 'em from the Camp to take the Air , Attended with a strong and chosen Guard. I made 'em wander at a Distance from 'em , And brought 'em where the Persians lay conceal'd , And put 'em in their power . Then Dioclesian , Calling aloud for Succour to the Guard , Soon gave 'em the Alarm , and made 'em fly With all the Wings of Speed , to rescue 'em ; Which they had quickly done , had I not rais'd A Mist , which hid the Persians from their Sight , Guiding 'em till they bore their Prisoners off . Here comes the Emperor , ready to burst With Anger and Despair , for this Disgrace : We 'll stand aside , and mark him . When Niger , and the rest of 'em are gone , We 'll shew our selves . Enter Dioclesian , Niger , Senators , Guard , and Soldiers . Dio. Talk not of Comfort ; I have broke my Faith , And the Gods fight against me . Could it else have been In Nature , that a few weak Persians Could ( almost in my Armies sight ) have forc'd , And bore in Triumph off , all that I lov'd , My Brother and Copartner in the Empire , The Persian Prisoner , and my lovely Mistris ? ( A Jewel which I priz'd above my Life . ) Could this have been , and I want pow'r to rescue 'em , If the Immortal Gods I have provok'd , Had not given Spirit to the Undertakers , And in their bold Design protected ' em ? Nig. Great Caesar , Your Safety does confirm you are their Care ; And that howe're their Practices reach others , You stand above their Malice . 1 Gu. Do but lead us on , With that invincible and undaunted Courage Which waited bravely on you , when you appear'd The Son of Conquest ; you shall see us force ( Tho' all the Enemies of the East conspire Against your Undertakings ) the proud Persian Out of his strongest Hold. Dio. You give me , Fellow-Soldiers , a new Life ; And tho' ( for some great Sin ) I am markt out The Object of Heaven's Hate ; tho' Jove stood ready To dart his threefold Thunder on my Head , It could not fright me from a fierce Pursuit Of my Revenge . I will redeem my Friends , And with my Friends , my Honour , at least fall , Fall like my self , a Soldier , and a Roman . Nig.

Now we hear great Dioclesian speak .

Dio. Draw up your Legions . And let it be your care ( my much lov'd Niger ) To hasten their remove . And fellow Soldiers , Your love to me , will teach you to indure , As much as I shall , and I ask no more . 1 Gua. Die he accurst , Who thinks of rest , or sleep , before he has The Persians in his view . Nig. We know the Honour , The Dignity of Rome , and what 's above All can be urg'd ; the quiet of your Mind , Depends upon our haste . All.

Happiness , and glorious Victory attend great Caesar .

Exeunt all but Dioclesian . Dio. The chearfulness of my Soldiers , gives assurance Of good success abroad , if first I make My Peace at home here ; there is something chides me , And sharply tells me , that my breach of Faith , To Delphia , and Drusilla , is the ground Of my misfortunes ; she was my better Angel , And thus I do invoke her . All-knowing Delphia ! Thou more , much more than Woman , Look on thy Creature . And as thou twice hast pleas'd to shew thy self To reprehend my falshood ; now vouchsafe To see my low submission . Del. and Drus . shew themselves . Del. What 's thy will ? False , and ungrateful ( and in that deserving All human sorrows ) dar'st thou hope from me , Relief , or Comfort ? Dio. Penitence can appease Th' offended Pow'rs ; and Sacrifice takes off Their heavy Anger 's ; thus I render both . The Master of great Rome ; and in that Lord Of half the Sun gives heat , and being to , Thus sues for Mercy . Be but as thou wert , The Bark , and Pilot of my future Fortunes , And once more steer my Actions to the Port Of glorious Honour ; then if I fall off , Or break my Faith again to this sweet Virgin , Join with those Powers who punish Perjury , To make me an example , to deter Others from being false . Drus . Upon my Soul , You may believe him now : he ne're propos'd Ought but what 's Noble to me ; he only try'd How I could bear unkindness . I see truth Triumphant in his sorrow . Dearest Aunt , Both credit him , and help him . Sure you can't , You can't deny us both , when we thus Plead ; Thus , on our Knees , we both implore your Pardon , Your Favour , and Assistance . Dio. How happy had I been , had I ne're lookt , Beyond this abstract of all Womans goodness ! Del. Rise both , I know you are sincere , and I forgive you : But had you persever'd in your Ingratitude , I had persu'd you with such dreadful torments , That Life it self had been a burthen to you . Dio.

Could you have added to this Affliction ?

Del. Yes , much more : The proud Aurelia Should have receiv'd the same Indignities She had impos'd on the fair Persian Princess : Which would have gaul'd her haughty Spirit so , Till Spite , Rage , and Dispair had made her mad , And kill her self . Dio.

And I had been the cause of all this woe .

Del. I 'll shew you what a Noble Monument You would have rais'd to the Memory of this Princess . She waves her Wand thrice . Soft Musick is heard . Then the Curtain rises , and shews a stately Tomb : Aurelia lying in the midst of it , on a Bed of State. Del. What say you now , my Son ? Is my Art to be contemn'd ? Dio.

'T is wonderful !

Del.

Approach it ; view it nearer .

Dio. Ha! 't is the real Person of Aurelia ! The liveliness of her Complexion ; The brightness of those all-commanding Eyes Assure me 't is no Vision . 'T is the true , The real , living Princess . Del.

You are deceiv'd , it is Illusion all .

Delphia stamps , and it vanishes : behind it is seen a large Cupola , supported by Termes on Pedestals . The Prophetess waves her Wand , the Termes leap from their Pedestalls , the Building falls , and the Termes and Cupola are turn'd into a Dance of Butterflies . Dio.

Miraculous !

Del. Come Son , be not dejected ; I know the causes of your discontent ; Know you believe your Fame and Honour suffers In their Captivity . Hear Dioclesian ; Despise me , punish me for an Impostor , If Fortune waits not on thy Sword , and Victory , And glorious Victory attends thy Arms ! If thou redeem'st not all thy Friends , and hast not Thy mightiest Enemies at thy disposal . Dio.

Now you revive me .

Del. Yet remember , When you are rais'd up to the highest point Of human Happiness ; such as move beyond it , Must of necessity descend : think on it ; Remember you 'r a man , and use those Blessings The Gods bestow , with moderation . Dio. I will. And when I have attain'd this Happiness , Even in the height of my exalted Glory ; Something I 'll do , something so singular , All Monarchs shall admire , and but few imitate . Del.

You shall ne're repent it .

Dio. Come my Drusilla , Give me thy Hand , and pray for my success . Exeunt Scene a Forrest . Enter Niger , Geta , Guard , and Soldiers . Nig. How do you like your entrance to the War ? When the whole Body of the Army moves , Is 't not a glorious sight ? Get. 'T is a fine May-game . But Eating and Drinking is forbidden in 't ; I mean with leasure . We walk on , and feed Like hungry Boys that haste to School ; or as We carried Fish to the City , dare stay no where For fear our Ware should stink . 1 Gua.

That 's the necessity of our speedy March.

Get. Sir , I love my ease : I hope a Captain , ( And a Gown'd Captain too , one who has sate In Furrs upon a Seat of Judicature , Representing the Emperor ) may be dispenc'd with . I tell you , and do not mock me , when I was Poor , I could indure like others , Cold , and Hunger ; But since I grew Rich , let my Finger ake , Or feel but the least pain in my great Toe , Unless I have a Doctor , my own Doctor too , That will insure my Life ; I think I am gone . Nig.

Come , fear not , you shall want nothing .

1 Gua.

We 'll make you fight , as you were mad .

Get. Not too much of fighting , Friend ; It is thy Trade , thou art a private Soldier . We Officers , by our Places , must be fine , And strut , and make a noise , get all we can , But still be careful to preserve our Carcasses . 1 Gua. You are mistaken ; you must kill for Exercise , A Dozen or two a Day . Get. Thou talk'st As thou wert Lousing thy self . However , I 'll have the fear of Heaven before my Eyes , And do no hurt , I warrant you . Nig. Come , march on then ; And humour him for our mirth sake . 1 Gua. Come Captain ; now we are near the Enemy , You shall have sport I warrant you , and quickly . Get. Sport do you call it ? Knocking out one anothers Brains a sport ? Deliver me ! 1 Gua.

Here 's a brave Soldier !

Nig. He 's one pleases the Emperor with his Folly , And in that a Wise man , and a Valiant . 1 Gua.

Nay then I honour him .

Nig.

March on I say . Exeunt .

A flat Scene of Tents . Enter Cosroe , Cassana , and Persians . Charinus , Maximinian , Aurelia Prisoners ; with Soldiers . A Throne . Cos . Now , by the Persian Gods , most truly welcome ; Encompast thus with Tributary Kings I entertain you . Lead her to my Throne , And seat her by me . Now , bow all of you , To do her honour . Oh my best Cassana ! Sister , and Partner of my Life , and Empire , We 'll teach you to forget with present Pleasures , Your late Captivity . And this proud Roman , That us'd thee as a slave , and did disdain A Princely Ransom ; shall , if she repine , Be forc'd by various Tortures , to adore What she of late contemn'd . Cas . All Greatness ever Attend my Noble Brother . Tho Persia's stil'd The Nurse of Pomp , and Pride , we 'll leave to Rome Her Native Cruelty : For know Aurelia , A Roman Princess , and a Caesar's Sister ; Tho' late like thee , a Captive ; I can forget Thy barbarous usage . And tho' thou to me ( When I was in thy power ) didst shew thy self A most insulting Tyranness ; I to thee Will prove a gentle Mistriss . Aur. Oh my Stars ! A Mistriss ! can I live and owe that name To Flesh , and Blood ? I was born to command , Train'd up in Soveraignty ; and I in Death Can quit the name of Slave : she who scorns Life , May mock Captivity . Cha. Rome , will be Rome , When we are nothing ; and her Pow'rs the same Which you once quak'd at . Max. Dioclesian lives ; Hear it and tremble ; lives ( thou King of Persia ) The Master of his Fortune , and his Honours : And tho' by Devillish Arts we were surpriz'd , And made the prey of Magick , and of Theft , And not won Nobly ; we shall be redeem'd , And by a Roman War. And every wrong We suffer here , shall be return'd with Interest , On the insulting Doer . 1 Per.

Sure these Romans , are more than men .

2 Per. Their great Hearts will not yield ; They cannot bend to any adverse Fate , Such is their confidence . Cos . Then they shall break . Why , you rebellious Wretches , dare you still Contend , when the least Breath , or Nod of mine , Makes you a prey to Vulturs . The vain name Of Roman Legions , I slight , and scorn . And for that boasted Bug-bear Dioclesian , Whose Army now is almost in our view , ( That you presume on ) oh were he the Master , Of Spirit enough to meet me in the Field ; He soon should find that our Immortal Squardrons , Dare meet his boldest Troops , and scatter 'em As a high tow'ring Falcon on her stretches Scatters the fearful Fowl. And by the Sun , The Moon , the Winds , the Nourishers of Life , And by this Sword , the Instrument of Death ; Since you submit not humbly to our Mercy , But yet dare hope for Liberty by force . If Dioclesian has not the Courage Bravely to free you with his Sword ? all slavery That Cruelty can find out to make you wretched , Falls heavy on you . Max. If the Sun keeps his Course , And the Earth bear his Soldiers March , I fear not . Cha.

Let us have Liberty , or full Revenge .

Aur.

I ; Liberty , or Revenge . A Trumpet sounds .

Enter a Persian . Per. An Officer from the Roman Camp , Desires admittance to your Majesty . Cos . Admit him . Enter Niger . Now speak thy Message freely . Nig. My great Master . The Lord of Rome , ( in that all power is spoken ) Hoping that thou wilt prove a Noble Enemy , And , in thy bold Resistance , worth his Conquest ; Defies thee , Cosroe . Max.

There 's Fire in this .

Nig. And to encourage thee to meet him bravely , And tug for Empire , dares thee to the Field , With this assurance ; if thy Sword can win him ; Or force his Legions with thy Barbed Horse , But to forsake their Ground : That not alone Wing'd Victory shall perch upon thy Tent ; But all the Provinces , and Kingdoms held By Roman Garrisons in this Eastern World , Shall be delivered up , and he himself , Acknowledge thee his Sovereign . In return Of this large offer , he asks only this ; That till the doubtful Dye of War determine Who has most Power , and should command the other , Thou treat thy Noble Prisoners like their Births , And not their present Fortunes : and to bring 'em Guarded into thy Tent ; with thy best force , Thy ablest men of War , and thou thy self Sworn to make good the Places . And if he fail ( Spight of all opposition thou canst make ) In his own Person to cut out his way , And bring 'em safely off , the Day is thine ; And he , like these , thy Prisoner . Cos . Tho' I receive this But as a Roman boast ; yet I embrace it , And love the sender : Tell him I will bring My Prisoners to the Field , and without odds Against his single Force , alone defend 'em ; Or else , with equal Numbers : Tell him this . I 'll give the Signal instantly . Courage brave Princes , And let Posterity Record , that we Ex. Nig. This memorable Day restor'd to Persia , That Empire of the World , Great Phillip's Son Ravisht from us , and Greece gave up to Rome . And this our comfort be , we cannot fall Ingloriously , since we contend for all . Exeunt . Enter Geta , and two of the Guard. Get. A curse upon your Trade ! if ' ere I catch These Rogues in Rome , I 'll swear the Peace against ' em . Run for a Surgeon quickly , or I faint . 1 Gua.

Bear up man ; 't is but a scratch .

Get. A Cut cross the Coxcomb , Is but a scratch with you — Pox o' your occupation ; Your scurvy , scuffling Trade . I was told before My Face was bad enough ; but now I look Like Bloody-bone , and Raw-head , to fright Children ; I am for no use else . 2 Gua.

Thou shalt fright men .

1 Gua. Behold how terrible you look , see your Face In the Pummel of my Sword. Get.

I die ! I am gone ! oh my sweet Phisnomy !

Enter Three or Four Persians . 2 Gua.

They come : now fight , or die indeed .

Get. I will scape this way . I cannot hold my Sword ; what would you have A maim'd man do ? 1 Gua.

Nay , then I have a Goad to prick you forward , Ox.

2. Gua.

Fight like a Man , or die like a Dog.

Get. Shall I , like Caesar , fall Among my Friends ? No Mercy ? Et tu Brute ? You shall not have the Honour of my Death ; I 'll first fall by the Enemy . He beats off the Persians . 1 Gua.

Oh brave ! brave Geta ! he plays the Devil now .

Enter Niger . Alarm . Nig. Make up for Honour : The Persians shrink , the Passage is laid open ; Great Dioclesian , like a second Mars , Performs more than a Man ; his Shield stuck full Of Persian Darts , which now are his Defence Against his Enemies Swords , still leads the Way . Alarm 's continued . Of all the Persian Forces , one strong Squadron In which their King in his own Person fights , Stands firm , and yet unrouted ; break thro' that , The Day , and all is ours . All.

Victory , Victory . Exeunt shouting . Then a Retreat .

Scene Part of a Wood : Beyond it large Tents ; in the middle a Royal Pavilion ; through it is seen the Prospect of a Camp at a great distance . While the Song is singing , Enter in a Triumphal manner , Singers and Dancers , Roman Officers , Dioclesian Crown'd with Laurel , Charinus , Aurelia , Maximinian , Niger , Geta , Guard. Then Cosroe , Cassana , Persian Princes , Prisoners , guarded by Roman Soldiers . Delphia and Drusilla at a distance .
SONG . SOund , Fame , thy Brazen Trumpet sound ; Stands in the Centre of the Universe , And call the listning World around , While 〈…〉 Tuneful Sounds rehearse , In Artful Numbers , and well-chosen Verse , Great Dioclesian's Story . Let all rehearse , In lofty Verse , Great Dioclesian's Glory . Sound his Renown , Advance his Crown Above all Monarchs that e're blest the Earth . Oh sacred Fame , Embalm his Name , With Honour here , and Glory after Death . All sing his Story , Raise , raise his Glory Above all Monarchs that e're blest the Earth . Oh sacred Fame , Embalm his Name , With Honour here , and Glory after Death .
Dio. I am rewarded in the Victory ; Your Freedom is ten thousand Triumphs to me . You ( Sir ) share in my Glories , and Aurelia , Unkind Aurelia , still commands the Victor . Nephew , remember by whose Gift you are free , For I can only pity you . Nor be thou forgot , My first poor Bond-man , Geta ; I am glad Thou art turn'd a Fighter . Get.

'T was against my will ; but now I am content with it .

Cha. Oh Romans ! Countrymen ! You never can bestow Honour enough Upon your Emperor : Think on new Titles , Transcending all Example . Nig. We will have His Statue of pure Gold set in the Capitol ; And he that bows not to it as a God , Forfeits his Head. Max. I shall burst with Envy ; And yet these Honours , which conferr'd on me , Would raise me to the Clouds , never move him . Dio. Suppose this done , yet still I am a Man ; And all these Glories you would heap upon me , Cannot defend me from a shaking Fever , Or bribe the all-destroying Dart of Death , To spare me one short Moment . Shall I praise Fortune ? or build my Happiness On her uncertain Favour , that yet was never Constant to any Man ? Should my Reason fail , ( As Flattery oft corrupts it ) here 's an Example , To shew how far her Smiles are to be trusted . The Rising Sun , this Morning , saw this Man The Persian Monarch , and those Subjects proud Who had the Honour to salute his Garment : And yet , e're his Diurnal Progress ends , He is the Scorn of Fortune : But you 'll say , That she forsook him for his Cowardise , But never leaves the Bold . Now by my Hopes Of Peace and Quiet here , I never met A braver Enemy . To shew how much I honour him , Great Sir , you are free , your Sister , all are free ; Enjoy your Empire , Ransomless return . Cos . To see this Vertue , Is more to me than Empire ; and to be O'recome by you , a glorious Victory . Max.

Now , in the Devil's Name , what means he next ?

Dio. I know that Glory Is like Alcides Shirt , if 't is kept on Till Pride has mixt it with our Blood ; nor can we Part with it at our pleasure . Pull it off , It brings along with it both Flesh and Sinews , And leaves us living Monsters . Max. Would it were My turn to put it on , I 'd hazard that . Dio. No , I 'll not be forc'd Out of this glorious Castle ; uncompell'd I will surrender it . Let it suffice , I have toucht the Height of Humane Happiness , And fix here my Non ultra . Hitherto I have liv'd a Servant to ambitious Thoughts , And fading Glories ; my Remains of Life I dedicate to Vertue ; and to keep My Faith untainted , farewel Pride and Pomp , All Circumstance of glorious Majesty , Farewel for ever . Max.

What follows now ?

Dio. Nephew , I have noted , That you have long , with envious Eyes , lookt on My flourishing Fortune ; you shall have possession Of my Felicity ; I deliver up My Empire , and this Gem , which once I priz'd Above it . Here Maximinian , take her , and take all : I know she 's not averse to it . Aur. I gave my self by a solemn Vow to you , Sir ; Dispose of me as you please . Dio. Then you are his . Noble Charinus , have we your Consent ? Cha. I am so amaz'd , I know not what to say . Great Sir , dispose of me , of all . Dio. You are too gracious ; your Approbation Is all I beg ; the Soldiers Love I doubt not . His Valour , Gentlemen , will deserve your Favours , Which let my prayers further . Now all is yours : But I have been too liberal , and given that I must entreat for now . Max. How ! Was I flatter'd with imagin'd Greatness ? Am I become your Sport ? Dio. Mistake me not ; 't is only the poor Grange , The Patrimony which my Father left me , 'T is only that I sue for . Max. 'T is yours , Sir , all the pleasant Valley round it ; All shall be yours , and we 'll attend you thither . Dio. No , Maximinian , no ; I have taken leave of Pomp an Ceremony . In Rome seek Honour and Renown ; I 'll study To find Content elsewhere . Dissuade me not ; My Resolution 's fixt : And now Drusilla , Being as poor as when I vow'd to make thee My Wife , if since thy Love has felt no change , I am ready to perform it . Dru. I still lov'd Your Person , not your Fortunes : In a Cottage , Being yours , I am an Empress . Del.

And I 'll make the Change most happy .

Dio. Let me entreat Charinus , Maximinian , and Aurelia , To see my Vow perform'd . You but attend My Glories to their Urn. Now Maximinian , O're-run the World ; Let me my self subdue : Give me Content , and take all Honour , You. Exeunt . End of the Fourth Act.
ACT V.
SCENE I. Scene a Pallace . Enter Maximinian and Aurelia . Aur. WHy droops my Lord , my Love , my Life , my Caesar ? Does not ( with open Arms ) your Fortune court you ? Rome owns you for her Master ; I my self Obey you as my Husband , love and serve you . If you contemn not these , and think 'em Curses , I have no other Hope nor no Ambition , No Wish beyond this Happiness . Max. Oh my Aurelia ! Thou Parent , and thou Nurse of all my Glories , And Comfort of my Life ; I had better liv'd Poor and obscure , and never reach'd the Top Of this great Empire , than be in daily danger To be thrown headlong down , almost as soon As I have reach'd it . Aur. These are Pannick Terrors You fashion to your self . Is not my Brother ( Your Equal and Copartner in the Empire ) Vow'd and confirm'd your Friend ? the Soldier constant ? Has not your Uncle Dioclesian taken His Farewel of the World ? What then disturbs you ? Max. The Fear I am not fixt , and the Assurance That what I am possest of 's not my own , But still depends upon another's Favour , For nothing's more uncertain ( my Aurelia ) Than Power that stands not on its proper Basis . Oh , the Foundation 's Weak ! But I 'll be plainer , I 'le hide no Thought from you . Is not the Empire My Uncle's Gift ? and may he not resume it Upon the least Distaste ? Does not Charinus Cross me in my Designs ? And what is Majesty , When 't is divided ? Does not the insolent Soldier Call what I have , his Donative ? And what can take More from our Honour ? No , ( my wise Aurelia ) If I to you am more than all the World , As sure you are to me ; if we desire To be secure , we must be Absolute , And know no Equal . When we are obey'd for Fear and not Entreaty , Then we are safe . Aur. Your Mother brought you Into the World an Emperor : You persuade But what I would have counsel'd . Nearness of Blood , Respect , Piety , and Gratitude , And all the Holy Dreams of Vertuous Fools , Must vanish into Nothing , when Ambition ( The Maker of great Minds , and Nurse of Honour ) Puts in for Empire : Then you must forget Your simple Uncle , think he was the Master ( In being once an Emperor ) of a Jewel Whose Worth and Use he knew not . For Charinus , ( No more my Brother ) if he be a Stop To your Designs , he is to me a Stranger , And so to be remov'd . Max. Thou more than Woman , Thou Masculine Greatness , Oh how I glory in thee ! Those Great Women Antiquity is proud of , when thou art nam'd , Shall be no more remembred . Be but constant , And thou shalt shine among those lesser Lights To all Posterity like another Phoebe , And be ador'd as she is . Enter Charinus , Niger , and Guards . Aur.

Here 's Charinus , with Anger on his brow .

Max. Let him storm , And you shall hear me thunder . Cha. He dispose of My Provinces at his pleasure , and confer Those Honours ( which are only mine to give ) Upon his Creatures ! Nig. Mighty Sir , ascribe it To his assurance of your Love and Favour , And not to Pride or Malice . Cha. No , good Niger , Courtisie shall not fool me ; he shall know I lent a Hand to raise him , and will defend him While he continues Good : But the same Strength , If Pride makes him usurp upon my Right , Shall strike him to the Center . You are well met , Sir. Max. That 's as you please to make it . Sir , I hear That you repine , and think your self much wrongd , Because , without your Leave , I have bestow'd The Gallian Pro-Consulship upon A Follower of mine . Cha.

'T is true ; and wonder you durst attempt it .

Max.

Durst , Charinus !

Cha. Durst , Maximinian ; Again I speak it . Think you me so tame , So heavy , and unactive , to sit down With such Dishonour ? But recall your Grant , And speedily ; or by the Roman Gods , It quickly shall be try'd who has most Power In Rome , and in the Empire . Max. Thou hast none , But by Permission . Alas ! poor Charinus , Thou Shadow of an Emperor , I scorn thee , Thee , and thy Childish Threats . The Gods appoint him The absolue Disposer of the Earth Who has the sharpest Sword : I am sure , Charinus , Thou wear'st too dull a one . When cruel Aper Had kill'd Numerianus , thy Brother , ( An Act that would have made a trembling Coward As daring as Alcides ) thy poor Fear Made thee wink at it : Then rose up my Uncle , ( The Honour of the Empire , and of Rome ) Against the Traytor , and , amidst his Guards , Punish'd the Treason . This bold daring Act Got him the Soldiers Suffrages to be Caesar ; And howsoever his too gentle Nature Allow'd thee the Name only , as his Gift , I challenge the Succession . Cha. Thou art cozen'd . When the Receiver of a Courtesie Cannot sustain the Weight it carries with it , 'T is but a Trial , not a confirm'd Act. Thou hast in those few Days of thy short Reign Sham'd Noble Dioclesian , and his Gift : Nor doubt I , when he 's once rightly inform'd How much the Glorious Roman Empire groans Under thy Tyranny , but he will forsake His Private Life , and once again resume His former Majesty . Then doubt not , Soldiers , But that this Mushroom , sprung up in a Night , Shall as soon wither . And for you , Aurelia , If you esteem my Honour , or your own , Fly from a certain Ruin. So farewel . E're long you shall hear more . Ex. Charinus , Niger , Guards . Aur. Are you struck dumb , That you make no Reply ? Max. My Life , I 'll do , And after talk . I will prevent their Plots , And turn 'em on their own accursed Heads . My Uncle ! Shall I live in fear of him ? Shall Justice , Piety , or Gratitude , Stop my Ambition in its full Careere ? No , he who would a mighty Empire sway , Must level all that stops him in his Way . Exeunt . Scene A long Walk in the middle of a great Wood ; at the farther end is a Prospect of Dioclesian 's Grange in a delightful Valley . Enter Two or Three Countrymen . 1 Cou.

Dost think this great Man will continue with us ?

2 Cou. Continue ? yes , what else ? he has bought the great Farm ; And all the Grounds about it , all the Woods too ; And stockt it like an Emperor . 1 Cou. But hark ye . We must not call him Emperor . 2 Cou. That 's all one , He is the King of good Fellows , that 's no Treason ; And so I 'll call him , tho' I be hang'd for 't . 1 Cou. Now all our Sports again , and all our Gambols ; Our Songs , and Evening Dances on the Green. 2 Cou. Ay , ay ; he shall have Songs , if that will please him , We 'll bawl most fearfully . 1 Cou. We must all be Fine , and Neat. On goes my Russet Jerkin with blue Buttons . 2 Cou. And my green Breeches I was married in . We 'll be all Handsom too , and wash our Faces . Neighbour , I see a remnant of March Dust That 's hatch'd into your Chaps : Go to the Barbers , And mundefie your Muzzel . Enter Geta. 1 Cou.

It shall be done : But who comes here ?

2 Cou.

No doubt 't is some great Man.

1 Cou. Let us be civil then , and shew our Breeding . Heaven bless your Worship . 2 Cou.

Your Greatness , or your Mightiness , what you please , Sir.

Get. Thanks my good People . Stand off , and know your Duties . As I take it , You are the labouring People of the Village , That Plow , and Sow ; keep Sheep — Stand farther off yet , And mingle not with my Authority , I am too mighty for your company . 1 Cou. We know it , Sir , and we desire your Worship — 2 Cou. Your Honour , Fool — 1 Cou. Your Honour , Fool , to take a little notice of us , And recommend us , Sir , to our new Landlord . And if our Country Sports can please him , Sir. Get. For your Sports ( my Friends ) they may be seen . Yes , out of the abundance of my Wisdom And Favour , when they 're ready , I 'll behold ' em . You stare upon me , Friends , as if you knew me . 'T is true , I have been a Rascal as you are ; A Fellow of no mention , nor no mark , Just such another piece of Dirt , so fashion'd . But Time , that purifies all things of merit , Has set another Stamp on me . Come nearer , And be not fearful ; I take off my Austerity . Now know me for the great and mighty Steward Under this Man of Honour . All.

We all acknowledge you .

Get. He was a kind of Rascal once like me , Or little better , but that must be forgot too . Take notice now , y' are all of ye my Vassals . I can , as I think fit , dispose of you ; Can blow you , and your Cattel out o' th' Country . But fear me , and have favour . Come along with me , And I will hear your Songs , and perhaps like ' em . 1. Cou.

I hope you will , Sir.

Get. 'T is not a thing impossible . Perhaps I 'll sing my self , the more to grace you . And if I like your Women . 2 Cou.

We 'll have the best , Sir , young , handsom Girls .

Get. The handsomer , the better . You may bring your Wives too , 't will be all one charge to ye : For I must know your Families . All.

You shall , Sir.

Enter Delphia . Del. 'T is well my honest Friends , I know y' are hatching , Some pleasurable Sports for your great Landlord . Fill him with Joy , and Pleasure , win him to ye , And make his little Grange seem a large Empire , Full of all sweet content . Thus win his favour , Which daily shall be show'rd upon you all . Get. Will you lend us a Devil to play Gratis ? Fidlers are very chargeable . Del.

I , I , any thing ; and Bag-pipes that shall play alone .

Get. I thank you . Come follow me ; and get all ready instantly . Exeunt . Del. Do , and when you are prepared , come hither Friends , You 'll find him in this Grove . Enter Diocles , and Drusilla . Dio. Come , my Drusilla , The Partner , maker of my Happiness . I hope now you believe me ? Drus . Yes , and dare assure you , I am most happy , if you think your self so . Dio. I am , my sweet . I swear to thee , I find now by experience , Content dwells not in Courts . Drus . Walk on , Sir , The Grove is cool , the gentle Breeze refreshing . Dio. Oh my Drusilla , When Man has cast off his ambitious Greatness ; Retir'd into the sweetness of himself ; Built his Foundation upon honest Thoughts , Not great , but good Desires , his daily Servants , How quietly he sleeps ! how joyfully He wakes again , and looks on his Possessions , And from his willing Labours feeds with Pleasure ! Here hang no Comets in the shapes of Crowns , To threaten our contents . Nor here , Drusilla , Cares , like Eclipses , darken our endeavours . Drus . I am glad you make the right use of this sweetness . This homely , but this innocent retiredness . Dio. 'T is sweet indeed , And every circumstance about it , shews it . How liberal is the Spring in every place ? The Artificial Court , seems but a Shadow , A painted imitation of this glory . How sweet the Flow'rs smell ! here 's Nature in perfection . Let all the Perfumes in the Empire pass this , The charming'st Ladies Cheek , shew such a Colour ; Here , in sweet poverty , dwells noble Nature . And every thing we add , Adulterates her . What Musick 's this ? Pipes within . Del. You shall want no Delights to entertain you ; Your Country Neighbours ( Sir ) are come to welcome you , To shew their honest Sports ; pray grace 'em , Sir. A King shall never feel your Joy. Sit down Son. Enter Countrymen , and Women ; they Dance : Before 't is half finish'd Delphia interrupts ' em . Del.

Hold , hold , leave off a while .

Dio.

What ail you Mother ? you look pale , and tremble .

Del. No , I am only careful of your safety . Be not disturb'd my Son , sit down again . And now , finish your Dance . Enter Maximinian , Aurelia , and Soldiers . They stand at a distance till the Dance is finish'd . Del. Do you see that mighty Man ? Be not amaz'd , but let him do his worst . Max. How confident he sits amongst his Pleasures ! And what a chearful Colour's in his Face ! And yet he sees me too , the Soldiers with me . Aur. What you have resolv'd to do , do speedily , And then you are an Emperor . Max.

I will.

Dio. My Royal Cousin , how I Joy to see you ; You , and your lovely Empress ! Max. I am not come to surfeit , With these poor , Clownish Pleasures ; but to tell you , I look upon you like my Winding-sheet , The Urn to all my greatness ; For whilst you are alive — Dio.

Alive my Cousin ?

Max. I say alive , I am no Emperor ; I am nothing but my own disquiet . Dio.

How , Sir ?

Max. 'T is true , Sir , the Soldiers doat on you . I would fain spare you ; but my own security Compels me to forget you are my Uncle , Compels me to forget you made me Caesar . For whilst you are remembred , I am despis'd . Del.

Fear nothing .

Dio. Did I not chuse this Poverty , to raise you ? I gave that Royal Lady to your Arms , Blest you with her bright Beauty ! Gave the Soldier , The Soldier that hung to me , fixt him to you . Gave you the Worlds command . Max.

This shall not help you .

Dio. Hear once for all , and then consider wisely , Place round about my Grange a Garrison , And if I offer to exceed my Limits , Or ever in my common Talk name Emperor , Or look for Adoration , nay for Courtesie , Above the Days Salute . Max. This will not serve . Soldiers , dispatch him instantly , And all the Treasure that I have — Thunder and Lightning . 1 Sol. The Earth shakes ! We totter up and down , we cannot stand , Sir. Methinks , the Mountains tremble too ! 2 Sol.

How thick the Flashes come ! we shall be burn'd all .

Del. Fall on Soldiers . You that sell innocent Blood. Fall on , and bravely . Sol.

We cannot stir .

Del. You , Sir , you have your Liberty , So has this Lady too . Why don't you do it ? A Hand with a Flaming Bolt in it appears over their Heads . Are you amaz'd ? Look 'ore thy Head Maximinian , Read there the will of Heaven . Nay cruel Lady , You have your share in it too . What say you now ? Does all your Glory quake ? Aur.

Oh it shakes still !

Max. And dreadfully it threatens . We acknowledge , Sir , our base and foul intentions ; And faults confess'd , they say , are half forgiven . By your old Love , the Blood that runs between us . — Aur. By that Love you once bare me ; by that , Sir , This blessed Lady now injoys ! Oh , Madam , Speak for us , or we are lost for ever . Drus . Oh fear him not , he is all goodness Lady ; He has no Pride , no Malice , no Revenge . He 's pittiful as a forgiving God. The Hand is taken in . Dio. Rise Madam ; rise my Cousin , I forgive you . Great as you are , injoy your Greatness still , While I place all my Empire in content . Once more I give you all , learn to deserve it , And henceforth study Justice , more than Greatness . My poor House is not fit to entertain you . But such a hearty Welcome as a poor Man And his true Love can make you , and your Empress , You freely shall command . Aur. Oh , Sir , it is enough ; We shall injoy all Riches in your Goodness . Sol.

Long live the good and gracious Dioclesian .

Dio. I thank you Soldiers , and forgive your rashness . And Royal Sir , long may they honour you . Now Mother , can you treat an Emperor ? Del. Yes , Sir , and like himself . He shall be entertain'd as Nobly , As if he were in Rome ; my Art shall fail me else . Sit down , and trust to me . They sit all .
The MASQUE . A Prelude . Enter Cupid and Sings . Cup.

CAll the Nymphs and the Fawns from the Woods .

They call within . With.

The Nymphs , &c.

Cup.

Call the Naides , and Gods of the Floods .

With.

The Naides , &c.

Cup.

Call Flora , and Comus .

With.

Flora , &c.

Cup.

Silenus , and Momus .

With.

Silenus , &c.

Cup.

Call Bacchus , and his merry merry Fellows .

With.

Bacchus , &c.

Cup.

Silvanus , and Ceres , and Tellus .

With.

Silvanus , &c.

Cup.

All leave for a while their Abodes .

With.

All leave , &c.

Cup. Let the Graces , and Pleasures repair , With the Youthful , the Gay , the Witty , and Fair. May all harmless Delights , Happy Days , and kind Nights , For ever attend this blest Pair . Enter a Bachanalian , and a Silvan , and sing the following Song in Two Parts . COme , come away , No delay , Come away . All know 't is his will , Then all shew their skill , To grace Loves Triumphing Day .

While a Symphony is Playing , a Machine descends , so large , it fills all the Space , from the Frontispiece of the Stage , to the farther end of the House ; and fixes it self by two Ladders of Clouds to the Floor . In it are Four several Stages , representing the Pallaces of two Gods , and two Goddesses : The first is the Pallace of Flora ; the Columns of red and white Marble , breaking through the Clouds ; the Columns Fluted and Wreath'd about with all sorts of Flow'rage ; the Pedestals and Flutings inrich'd with Gold. The Second is , The Pallace of the Goddess Pomona , the Columns of blue Marble , wound about with all kind of Fruitage , and inrich'd with Gold as the other . The Third is , The Pallace of Bacchus , the Columns of green Marble , Wreath'd and Inrich'd with Gold , with Clusters of Grapes hanging round ' em . The last is the Pallace of the Sun ; it is supported on either Side by Rows of Termes , the lower part white Marble , the upper part Gold. The whole Object is terminated with a glowing Cloud , on which is a Chair of State , all of Gold , the Sun breaking through the Cloud , and making a Glory about it : As this descends , there rises from under the Stage a pleasant Prospect of a Noble Garden , consisting of Fountains , and Orange Trees set in large Vases : the middle Walk leads to a Pallace at a great distance . At the same time Enters Silvanus , Bacchus , Flora , Pomona , Gods of the Rivers , Fawns , Nymphs , Hero's , Heroines , Shepherds , Shepherdesses , the Graces , and Pleasures , with the rest of their followers . The Dancers place themselves on every Stage in the Machine : the Singers range themselves about the Stage .

CHORUS of all . Behold , oh mightiest of Gods , behold , At thy command we come ! The Gay , the Sad , The Grave , the Glad , The Youthful , and the Old , All meet as at the Day of Doom . Behold , oh mightiest of Gods , behold , At thy command we come !
The First Entry of Hero's on the Stage . After the Entry , two Wood-Gods sing in Parts .
AH the sweet Delights of Love ! Who would live and not enjoy ' em ? I 'd refuse the Throne of Jove , Should Pow'r or Majesty destroy ' em . Give me Doubts , and give me Fears , Give me Sighs , and give me Tears ; But let Love , let Love remove ' em . I approve 'em , I approve 'em ; But let Love , let Love remove ' em .
Then one of the Fauns Sings .
LEt Monarchs fight for Pow'r and Fame , With Noise and Arms Mankind alarm ; Let daily Fears their Quiet fright , And Cares disturb their Rest at Night . Greatness shall ne'er my Soul inthral ; Give me content , and I have all . Hear , Mighty Love ! to thee I call ; Give me Astraea , she 's my All : That soft , that sweet , that charming Fair , Fate cannot hurt while I have her . She 's Wealth , and Pow'r , and only she , Astraea's all the World to me . CHORUS . Hear , Mighty , &c.
The Second Entry on the First Stage in the Machin , by two Men and two Women . Then Two of Bacchus's Followers Sing .
MAke room , make room , For the great God of Wine , The Bacchanals come With Liquor Divine . Make room , &c.
Then this is sung by one of Cupid's Followers .
STill I 'm wishing , still desiring ; Still she 's giving , I requiring ; Yet each Gift I think too small . Still the more I am presented , Still the less I am contented , Tho' she vows she has given me all . Can Drusilla give no more ? Has she lavish'd all her Store ? Must my Hopes to nothing fall ? Ah! you know not half your Treasure ; Give me more , give over-measure , Yet you can never give me all .
The Third Entry on the Second Stage in the Machin , by Four Women . Then , After it this Dialogue , between a Shepherd and a Shepherdess . Shepherd . TEll me why ( my Charming Fair ) Tell me why you thus deny me ? Can Despair , Or these Sighs or Looks of Care , Make Corinna ever fly me ? Tell me , tell me , cruel Fair , Tell me why you thus deny me ? Shepherdess . Oh Mirtillo ! you 're above me , I respect , but dare not love ye . The Nymph who hears , inclines to Sin ; Who Parlies , half gives up the Town ; And ravenous Love soon enters in , When once the Out-work's beaten down , Then my Sighs and Tears won't move ye . No , Mirtillo , you 're above me ; I respect , but dare not love ye . Shepherd . Could this lovely charming Maid Think Mirtillo would deceive her ? Could Corinna be afraid She by him should be betray'd ? No , too well , too well I love her , Therefore cannot be above her . Then let Love with Love be paid . Ah! my Life , my All I give her , Let me now , oh now receive her . Shepherdess . Ah! how gladly we believe , When the Heart is too too willing : Can that Look , that Face deceive ? Can he take delight in killing ? Ah! I die , if you deceive me ! Yet I will , I will believe ye . CHORUS in Two Parts . Ah! how gladly , &c. The Fourth Entry on the Third Stage , by two Youths . Then this Song by one of the Pleasures .
ALL our Days and our Nights Shall be spent in Delights , 'T is a Tribute that 's due to the Young : Let the Ugly and Old , The Sickly and Cold , Think the Pleasures of Love last too long . Be gone , be gone importunate Reason , Wisdom , and Councel is now out of Season . Let us Dance , let us Sing , While our Life 's in its Spring , And give all to the Great God of Love. Let us Revel , and Play , And rejoyce , while we may , Since Old Time these Delights will remove . Be gone , be gone importunate Reason , Wisdom , and Councel is now out of Season . CHORUS . Be gone , be gone , &c. The Sixth Entry on the farthest Stage by Two Children . Then this CHORUS of all . Triumph , Triumph victorious Love , Triumph 'ore the Universe ! The greatest Hero's bow to thee ; All Nature owns thy Deity ; Thou hast tam'd the mighty Jove . Then all rehearse , In Noble Verse , The Glory of all-mighty Love. From Pole to Pole his Fame re-sound , Sing it the Universe around ! Triumph , Triumph victorius Love , Triumph 'ore the Universe .
Those who are on the Stage , and those who are in the several divisions of the Machine ; dance a Grand Dance to the time of the Chorus . At the end of it , Drums are heard at a distance . Dio.

What Drums are those ?

Del. They are your Friends , my Son. Charinus , with the old the honest Soldiers . They heard ( Sir , ) of your Danger , and they come To rescue you ; but all is well . Go welcome 'em ; This Night two Emperors you must entertain . Dio. Oh Mother ! I have the will , but not the pow'r to do it . Del. Leave that to me . Sound all your Instruments ; With harmless Sports , and innocent Diversions We 'll meet 'em on their March , and treat 'em Nobly . Dio. And let 'em know ; Quiet , Content , and true Love , breeds more Stories , More perfect Joys , than Kings , and all their Glories . The Curtain falls .
EPILOGUE . YOU see what Charge we 're at , What hazards run , What mighty pains we take to be undone . Is 't not enough , you study our undoing , But we must be contriving our own ruine ; To stop the Breaches a Rebellion made , We wisely sent for Irish to our aid ; Who , would not swear we have the same pretence To fetch good Breeding , Wit , and Learning thence , As hope our Stage , all others should exceed , And mingling with us , mend our English breed ; When this is brought to pass , I am afraid That in a Play-house I shall dye a Maid ; That Miracles don't cease , and I shall see Some Players Martyrs for their Honesty . J. H. — the greatest Bigot of the Nation , And see him burn for Transubstantiation . Or hope to see , from such a Mongrel breed , Wits that the Godlike Shakespear shall exceed : Or what has dropt from Fletcher's fluent Pen , Our this days Author , or the Learned Ben. Now all our Writers , all their gifts impart In spight of Nature ; and in scorn of Art. No wonder Irish Fogs , obscure our Light , When such as scarce can read , presume to write . Oh poor Pernassus , thou art eaten bare , For every Rhimer has a Common there ; The Muses now are errant Strumpets grown , Hackny'd by every Scribler in the Town . Well Sirs , since others Faults I have made known , Let me propose a Project of my own , Depose our Men , our Male Administrators , And once trye us , us Female Regulators ; I 'll be content to live and dye a Nun , If ere we manage worse than they have done : Nay more ; I will be bound to make it good , And that is very hard to flesh and Blood , If you our total ruine would prevent , Make ours , I say , a Female Government . FINIS .