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When I entered the library of Mr. Laurence Hutton some time ago I did not at first know whether most to admire the studious quiet of the room itself , the bric-à-brac on the tables , the etchings and odd plates on the walls , or the books on the shelves . I decided finally in favor of the books .

Old plays and collections of old playbills , a rare old edition of ' The British Essayists ; ' an original edition of Fielding's ' Pamela's Conduct in High Life , ' ( second edition , 1741 ; ) a scarce continuation of the genuine ' Pamela , ' by an unauthentic Samuel Richardson . These and many more tempt the eye and hand . I have no time ( to mention what beautiful work in an illustrating way Mr. Hutton is making of a copy of Stedman's ' Poets of America . ' I have not time to speak of the original edition of Dryden's ' Marriage à la Mode , ' bound by Rivière , presented to mine host , on the occasion of his wedding ▪ by Edmund Gosse .

MARRIAGE A-la-Mode . A COMEDY . As it is Acted at the THEATRE-ROYAL .

Written by IOHN DRYDEN , Servant to His Majesty .

— Quicquid sum ego , quamvis Infra Lucilli censum ingeniumque , tamen me Cum magnis vixisse , invita fatebitur usque Invidia , & fragili quaerens illidere dentem Offendet solido . Horat. Serm.

LONDON , Printed by T. N. for Henry Herringman , and are to be sold at the Anchor in the Lower Walk of the New Exchange . 1673.

To the Right Honourable , The EARL of ROCHESTER . My Lord ,

I Humbly Dedicate to Your Lordship that Poem , of which you were pleas'd to appear an early Patron , before it was Acted on the Stage . I may yet go farther , with your permission , and say , That it receiv'd amendment from your noble hands , e're it was fit to be presented . You may please likewise to remember , with how much favour to the Authour , and indulgence to the Play , you commended it to the view of His Majesty , then at Windsor , and by His Approbation of it in Writing , made way for its kind reception on the Theatre . In this Dedication therefore , I may seem to imitate a Custom of the Ancients , who offer'd to their Gods the Firstlings of the Flock , which I think they call'd Ver Sacrum , because they help'd 'em to increase . I am sure , if there be any thing in this Play , wherein I have rais'd my self beyond the ordinary lowness of my Comedies , I ought wholly to acknowledge it to the favour , of being admitted into your Lordship's Conversation . And not onely I , who pretend not to this way , but the best Comick Writers of our Age , will joyn with me to acknowledge , that they have copy'd the Gallantries of Courts , the Delicacy of Expression , and the Decencies of Behaviour , from your Lordship , with more success , then if they had taken their Models from the Court of France . But this , my Lord , will be no wonder to the world , which knows the excellencie of your Natural parts , and those you have acquir'd in a Noble Education . That which with more reason I admire , is , that being so absolute a Courtier , you have not forgot , either the ties of Friendship , or the practise of Generosity . In my little Experience of a Court ( which I confess I desire not to improve ) I have found in it much of Interest , and more of Detraction : Few men there have that assurance of a Friend , as not to be made ridiculous by him , when they are absent . There are a midling sort of Courtiers , who become happy by their want of wit ; but they supply that want , by an excess of malice to those who have it . And there is no such persecution as that of fools : they can never be considerable enough to be talk'd of themselves ; so that they are safe onely in their obscurity , and grow mischievous to witty men , by the great diligence of their envy , and by being always present to represent and aggravate their faults . In the mean time they are forc'd , when they endeavour to be pleasant , to live on the Offalls of their Wit , whom they decry ; and either to quote it , ( which they do unwillingly ) or to pass it upon others for their own . These are the men who make it their business to chase Wit from the Knowledge of Princes , lest it should disgrace their ignorance . And this kind of malice your Lordship has not so much avoided , as surmounted . But if by the excellent temper of a Royal Master , always more ready to hear good than ill , if by his inclination to love you , if by your own merit and address , if by the charmes of your Conversation , the Grace of your Behaviour , your knowledge of Greatness and Habitude in Courts , you having been able to preserve your self with Honour in the midst of so dangerous a Course ; yet at least the remembrance of those Hazards has inspir'd you with pity for other men , who being of an inferiour Wit and Quality to you , are yet Persecuted , for being that in Little , which your Lordship is in Great . For the quarrel of those people extends it self to any thing of sense ; and if I may be so vain to own it amongst the rest of the Poets , has sometimes reach'd to the very borders of it , even to me . So that , if our general good fortune had not rais'd up your Lordship to defend us , I know not whether any thing had been more ridiculous in Court , than Writers . 'T is to your Lordship's favour we generally owe our Protection and Patronage : And to the Nobleness of your Nature , which will not suffer the least shadow of your Wit to be contemn'd in other men . You have been often pleas'd not onely to excuse my imperfections , but to vindicate what was tolerable in my Writings from their censures And what I never can forget , you have not onely been careful of my Reputation , but of my Fortune . You have been Sollicitous to supply my neglect of my self ; and to overcome the fatal Modesty of Poets , which submits them to perpetual wants , rather then to become importunate with those people , who have the liberality of Kings in their disposing ; and who dishonouring the Bounty of their Master , suffer such to be in necessity , who endeavour at least to please him : and for whose entertainment He has generously provided , if the Fruits of His Royal favour were not often stopp'd in other hands . But your Lordship has given me occasion , not to complain of Courts , whil'st you are there . I have found the effects of your Mediation in all my Concernments ; and they were so much the more noble in you , because they were wholly voluntary . I became your Lordship's ( if I may venture on the Similitude ) as the world was made , without knowing him who made it ; and brought onely a passive obedience to be your Creature . This Nobleness of yours I think my self the rather oblig'd to own , because otherwise it must have been lost to all remembrance ▪ for you are endued with that excellent quality of a frank Nature , to forget the good which you have done .

But , my Lord , I ought to have consider'd , that you are as great a Judge , as you are a Patron ; and that in praising you ill , I shall incurre a higher note of ingratitude , then that I thought to have avoided . I stand in need of all your accustom'd goodness for the Dedication of this Play : which though , perhaps ▪ it be the best of my Comedies , is yet so faulty , that I should have fear'd you , for my Critick , if I had not with some policy given you the trouble of being my Protector . Wit seems to have lodg'd it self more Nobly in this Age , than in any of the former : and people of my mean condition , are onely Writers , because some of the Nobility , and your Lordship in the first place , are above the narrow praises which Poesie could give you . But let those who love to see themselves exceeded , encourage your Lordship in so dangerous a quality : for my own part , I must confess , that I have so much of self-interest , as to be content with reading some Papers of your Verses , without desiring you should proceed to a Scene or Play : with the common prudence of those , who are worsted in a Duel , and declare they are satisfied when they are first wounded . Your Lordship has but another step to make , and from the Patron of Wit , you may become its Tyrant : and Oppress our little Reputations with more ease then you now protect them . But these , my Lord , are designs , which I am sure you harbour not ; any more then the French King is contriving the Conquest of the Swissers . 'T is a barren Triumph , which is not worth your pains , and wou'd onely rank him amongst your Slaves , who is already ,

My Lord , Your Lordships Most obedient and most faithful Servant , JOHN DRYDEN .
Prologue . LOrd , how reform'd and quiet we are grown , Since all our Braves and all our Wits are gone : Fop-corner now is free from Civil War : White-Wig and Vizard make no longer jar . France , and the Fleet , have swept the Town so clear , That we can Act in peace , and you can hear . 'T was a sad sight , before they march'd from home , To see our Warriours , in Red Wastecoats , come , With hair tuck'd up , into our Tireing-room . But 't was more sad to hear their last Adieu , The Women sob'd , and swore they would be true ; And so they were , as long as e're they cou'd : But powerful Guinnee cannot be withstood , And they were made of Play house flesh and bloud . Fate did their Friends for double use ordain , In Wars abroad , they grinning Honour gain , And Mistresses , for all that stay , maintain . Now they are gone , 't is dead Vacation here , For neither Friends nor Enemies appear . Poor pensive Punk now peeps ere Plays begin , Sees the bare Bench , and dares not venture in : But manages her last Half crown with care , And trudges to the Mall , on foot , for Air. Our City Friends so far will hardly come , They can take up with Pleasures nearer home ; And see gay Shows , and gawdy Scenes elsewhere : For we presume they seldom come to hear . But they have now ta'n up a glorious Trade , And cutting Moorcraft , struts in Masquerade . There 's all our hope , for we shall show to day , A Masquing Ball , to recommend our Play : Nay , to endear 'em more , and let 'em see , We scorn to come behind in Courtesie , We 'll follow the new Mode which they begin , And treat 'em with a Room , and Couch within : For that 's one way , how e're the Play fall short , T' oblige the Town , the City , and the Court.
Persons Represented . MEN. WOMEN .

Scene , SICILIE .

MARRIAGE A-la-Mode .
ACT I.
SCENE I. Walks near the Court. Enter Doralice and Beliza . Dor.

BEliza , bring the Lute into this Arbor , the Walks are empty : I would try the Song the Princess Amalthea bad me learn.

They go in , and sing . 1. WHy should a foolish Marriage Vow Which long ago was made , Oblige us to each other now When Passion is decay'd ? We lov'd , and we lov'd , as long as we cou'd , Till our love was lov'd out in us both : But our Marriage is dead , when the Pleasure is fled : 'T was Pleasure first made it an Oath . 2. If I have Pleasures for a Friend , And farther love in store , What wrong has he whose joys did end , And who cou'd give no more ? 'T is a madness that he Should be jealous of me , Or that I shou'd bar him of another : For all we can gain , Is to give our selves pain , When neither can hinder the other . Enter Palamede , in Riding Habit , and hears the Song ▪ Re-enter Doralice and Beliza . Bel.

Madam , a Stranger .

Dor.

I did not think to have had witnesses of my bad singing .

Pala.

If I have err'd , Madam , I hope you 'l pardon the curiosity of a Stranger ; for I may well call my self so , after five years absence from the Court : But you have freed me from one error .

Dor.

What 's that , I beseech you ?

Pala.

I thought good voices , and ill faces , had been inseparable ; and that to be fair and sing well , had been onely the priviledge of Angels .

Dor.

And how many more of these fine things can you say to me ?

Pala.

Very few , Madam , for if I should continue to see you some hours longer : You look so killingly , that I should be mute with wonder .

Dor.

This will not give you the reputation of a Wit with me : you travelling Monsieurs live upon the stock you have got abroad , for the first day or two : to repeat with a good memory , and apply with a good grace , is all your wit. And , commonly , your Gullets are sew'd up , like Cormorants : When you have regorg'd what you have taken in , you are the leanest things in Nature .

Pala.

Then , Madam , I think you had best make that use of me ; let me wait on you for two or three days together , and you shall hear all I have learnt of extraordinary , in other Countreys : And one thing which I never saw till I came home , that is , a Lady of a better voice , better face , and better wit , than any I have seen abroad . And , after this , if I should not declare my self most passionately in love with you , I should have less wit than yet you think I have .

Dor.

A very plain , and pithy Declaration . I see , Sir , you have been travelling in Spain or Italy , or some of the hot Countreys , where men come to the point immediately . But are you sure these are not words of course ? For I would not give my poor heart an occasion of complaint against me , that I engag'd it too rashly , and then could not bring it off .

Pala.

Your heart may trust it self with me safely ; I shall use it very civilly while it stays , and never turn it away , without fair warning to provide for it self .

Dor.

First , then , I do receive your passion with as little consideration , on my part , as ever you gave it me , on yours . And now see what a miserable wretch you have made your self .

Pala.

Who , I miserable ? Thank you for that . Give me love enough , and life enough , and I defie Fortune .

Dor.

Know then , thou man of vain imagination , know , to thy utter confusion , that I am vertuous .

Pala.

Such another word , and I give up the ghost .

Dor.

Then , to strike you quite dead , know , that I am marry'd too .

Pala.

Art thou marry'd ; O thou damnable vertuous Woman ?

Dor.

Yes , marry'd to a Gentleman ; young , handsome , rich , valiant , and with all the good qualities that will make you despair , and hang your self .

Pala.

Well , in spight of all that , I 'll love you : Fortune has cut us out for one another ; for I am to be marry'd within these three days . Marry'd past redemption , to a young , fair , rich , and vertuous Lady : And , it shall go hard , but I will love my Wife as little , as I perceive you do your Husband .

Dor.

Remember I invade no propriety : My servant you are onely till you are marry'd .

Pala.

In the mean time , you are to forget you have a Husband .

Dor.

And you , that you are to have a Wife .

Bel.

Aside to her Lady . O Madam , my Lord 's just at the end of the Walks ; and , if you make not haste , will discover you .

Dor.

Some other time , new Servant , we 'll talk further of the premisses ; in the mean while , break not my first commandment , that is , not to follow me .

Pala.

But where , then , shall I find you again ?

Dor.

At Court. Yours for two days , Sir.

Pala.

And nights , I beseech you , Madam .

Exit Doralice and Beliza . Pala.

Well , I 'll say that for thee , thou art a very dextrous Executioner ; thou hast done my business at one stroke : Yet I must marry another — and yet I must love this ; and if it lead me into some little inconveniencies , as jealousies , and duels , and death , and so forth ; yet while sweet love is in the case , Fortune do thy worst , and avant Mortality .

Enter Rodophil , who seems speaking to one within . Rho.

Leave 'em with my Lieutenant , while I fetch new Orders from the King. How ? Palamede ! Sees Palamede .

Pala.

Rhodophil !

Rho.

Who thought to have seen you in Sicily ?

Pala.

Who thought to have found the Court so far from Syracuse ?

Rho.

The King best knows the reason of the progress . But answer me , I beseech you , what brought you home from travel ?

Pala.

The commands of an old rich Father .

Rho.

And the hopes of burying him ?

Pala.

Both together , as you see , have prevail'd on my good nature . In few words , My old man has already marry'd me ; for he has agreed with another old man , as rich and as covetous as himself ; the Articles are drawn , and I have given my consent , for fear of being dis-inherited ; and yet know not what kind of woman I am to marry .

Rho.

Sure your Father intends you some very ugly wife ; and has a mind to keep you in ignorance , till you have shot the gulf .

Pala.

I know not that ; but obey I will , and must .

Rho.

Then , I cannot chuse but grieve for all the good Girls and Curtizans of France and Italy : They have lost the most kind-hearted , doting , prodigal , humble servant , in Europe .

Pala.

All I could do in these three years , I stay'd behind you , was to comfort the poor Creatures , for the loss of you . But what 's the reason that in all this time , a friend could never hear from you ?

Rho.

Alass , dear Palamede , I have had no joy to write , nor indeed to do any thing in the World to please me : The greatest misfortune imaginable is faln upon me .

Pala.

Prithee , what 's the matter ?

Rho.

In one word , I am marry'd ; wretchedly marry'd ; and have been above these two years . Yes , faith , the Devil has had power over me , in spight of my Vows and Resolutions to the contrary .

Pala.

I find you have sold your self for filthy lucre ; she 's old , or ill-condition'd .

Rho.

No , none of these : I 'm sure she 's young ; and , for her humor , she laughs , sings , and dances eternally ; and , which is more , we never quarrel about it , for I do the same .

Pala.

You 're very unfortunate indeed : Then the case is plain , she is not handsome .

Rho.

A great beauty too , as people say .

Pala.

As people say ? Why , you should know that best your self .

Rho.

Ask those , who have smelt to a strong perfume two years together , what 's the scent .

Pala.

But here are good qualities enough for one woman

Rho.

Ay , too many , Palamede , if I could put 'em into three or four women , I should be content .

Pala.

O , now I have found it , you dislike her for no other reason , but because she 's your wife .

Rho.

And is not that enough ? All that I know of her perfections now , is only by memory ; I remember , indeed , that about two years ago I lov'd her passionately ; but those golden days are gone , Palamede : Yet I lov'd her a whole half year , double the natural term of any Mistress , and think in my conscience I could have held out another quarter ; but then the World began to laugh at me , and a certain shame of being out of fashion , seiz'd me : At last , we arriv'd at that point , that there was nothing left in us to make us new to one another : yet still I set a good face upon the matter , and am infinite fond of her before company ; but , when we are alone , we walk like Lions in a room , she one way , and I another : and we lie with our backs to each other so far distant , as if the fashion of great Beds was onely invented to keep Husband and Wife sufficiently asunder .

Pala.

The truth is , your disease is very desperate ; but , though you cannot be cur'd , you may be patch'd up a little ; you must get you a Mistress , Rhodophil : that , indeed , is living upon Cordials ; but , as fast as one fails , you must supply it with another . You 're like a Gamester , who has lost his estate ; yet , in doing that , you have learn'd the advantages of Play , and can arrive to live upon 't .

Rho.

Truth is , I have been thinking on 't , and have just resolv'd to take your counsel ; and , faith , considering the damn'd disadvantages of a marry'd man , I have provided well enough , for a poor humble sinner , that is not ambitious of great matters .

Pala.

What is she , for a Woman ?

Rho.

One of the Stars of Syracuse , I assure you : Young enough , fair enough , and , but , for one quality , Just such a woman as I would wish .

Pala ,

O Friend , this is not an age to be critical in Beauty : when we had good store of handsome women , and but few Chapmen , you might have been more curious in your choice ; but now the price is enhanc'd upon us , and all Mankind set up for Mistresses , so that poor little creatures , without beauty , birth , or breeding , but onely impudence , go off at unreasonable rates : and a man , in these hard times , snaps at 'em , as he does at Broad-gold , never examines the weight , but takes light , or heavy , as he can get it .

Rho.

But my Mistris has one fault that 's almost unpardonable ; for , being a Town-Lady , without any relation to the Court , yet she thinks her self undone , if she be not seen there three or four times a day , with the Princess Amalthea . And for the King , she haunts , and watches him so narrowly in a morning , that she prevents even the Chymists who beset his Chamber , to turn their Mercury into his Gold.

Pala.

Yet , hitherto , me-thinks , you are no very unhappy man.

Rho.

With all this , she 's the greatest Gossip in Nature ; for , besides the Court , she 's the most eternal Visiter of the Town : and yet manages her time so well , that she seems ubiquitary . For my part , I can compare her to nothing but the Sun ; for , like him , she takes no rest , nor ever sets in one place , but to rise in another .

Pala.

I confess she had need be handsome with these qualities .

Rho.

No Lady can be so curious of a new Fashion , as she is of a new French-word ; she 's the very Mint of the Nation ; and as fast as any Bullion comes out of France , coins it immediately into our Language .

Pala.

And her name is —

Rho.

No naming ; that 's not like a Cavalier : Find her , if you can , by my description ; and I am not so ill a painter , that I need write the name beneath the Picture .

Pala.

Well , then , how far have you proceeded in your love ?

Rho.

'T is yet in the bud , and what fruit it may bear I cannot tell ; for this insufferable humour , of haunting the Court , is so predominant , that she has hitherto broken all her assignations with me , for fear of missing her visits there .

Pala.

That 's the hardest part of your adventure : but , for ought I see , Fortune has us'd us both alike ; I have a strange kind of Mistris too in Court , besides her I am to marry .

Rho.

You have made haste to be in love then ; for , if I am not mistaken , you are but this day arriv'd .

Pala.

That 's all one , I have seen the Lady already , who has charm'd me , seen her in these Walks , courted her , and receiv'd , for the first time , an answer that does not put me into despair .

To them , Argaleon , Amalthea , Artemis .

I 'll tell you at more leisure my adventures . The Walks fill apace , I see . Stay , is not that the young Lord Argaleon , the Kings Favourite ?

Rho.

Yes , and as proud as ever , as ambitious , and as revengeful .

Pala.

How keeps he the Kings favour with these qualities ?

Rho.

Argaleon's father help'd him to the Crown : besides , he gilds over all his vices to the King , and , standing in the dark to him , sees all his inclinations , interests and humours , which he so times and sooths , that , in effect , he reigns .

Pala.

His sister Amalthea , who , I ghess , stands by him , seems not to be of his temper .

Rho.

O , she 's all goodness and generosity .

Arga.

Rhodophil , the King expects you earnestly .

Rho.

'T is done , my Lord , what he commanded : I onely waited his return from Hunting . Shall I attend your Lordship to him ?

Arga.

No ; I go first another way . Exit hastily .

Pala.

He seems in haste , and discompos'd .

Amal.

To Rhod. after a short whisper . Your friend ? then he must needs be of much merit .

Rho.

When he has kis'd the King's hand , I know he 'll beg the honour to kiss yours . Come , Palamede .

Exeunt Rhodo. and Pala. bowing to Amal. Arte.

Madam , you tell me most surprising news .

Amal. The fear of it , you see , Has discompos'd my brother ; but to me All that can bring my Country good , is welcome . Arte. It seems incredible , that this old King , Whom all the world thought childless , Should come to search the farthest parts of Sicily , In hope to find an Heir . Amal. To lessen your astonishment , I will Unfold some private passages of State , Of which you yet are ignorant : Know , first , That this Polydamas , who Reigns , unjustly Gain'd the Crown . Arte. Somewhat of this I have confus'dly heard . Amal. I 'll tell you all in brief : Theagenes , Our last great King , Had , by his Queen , one onely Son , an Infant Of three years old , call'd , after him , Theagenes ; The General , this Polydamas , then marri'd : The publick Feasts for which were scarcely past , When a Rebellion in the heart of Sicily Call'd out the King to Arms. Arte. — Polydamas Had then a just excuse to stay behind . Amal. His temper was too warlike to accept it : He left his Bride , and the new joys of marriage , And follow'd to the Feild . In short , they fought , The Rebels were o'rcome ; but in the Fight The too bold King receiv'd a mortal wound . When he perceiv'd his end approaching near , He call'd the General , to whose care he left His Widow Queen , and Orphan Son ; then dy'd . Arte. Then false Polydamas betray'd his trust ? Amal. He did ; and with my father's help , for which Heav'n pardon him , so gain'd the Soldiers hearts , That in few days he was saluted King : And when his crimes had impudence enough To bear the eye of day , He march'd his Army back to Syracuse . But see how heav'n can punish wicked men In granting their desires : the news was brought him That day he was to enter it , that Eubulus , Whom his dead Master had left Governour , Was fled , and with him bore away the Queen , And Royal Orphan ; but , what more amaz'd him , His wife , now big with child , and much detesting Her husband's practises , had willingly Accompani'd their flight . Arte. How I admire her vertue ! Amal. — What became Of her , and them , since that , was never known ; Onely , some few days since , a famous Robber Was taken with some Jewels of vast price , Which , when they were delivered to the King , He knew had been his Wife's ; with these , a Letter , Much torn , and sulli'd , but which yet he knew To be her writing . Arte. — Sure from hence he learn'd he had a Son. Amal. — It was not left so plain : The Paper onely said , she dy'd in childbed : But when it should have mention'd Son , or Daughter , Just there it was torn off . Arte. — Madam , the King. To them , Polydamas , Argaleon , Guard , and Attendants . Arga. The Robber , though thrice Rack'd , confess'd no more , But that he took those Jewels near this place . Poly. But yet the circumstances strongly argue , That those , for whom I search , are not far off . Arga. I cannot easily believe it , Arte. — No , You would not have it so . aside , Poly. Those I employ'd , have , in the neighbouring Hamlet , Amongst the Fishers Cabins , made discovery Of some young persons , whose uncommon beauty , And graceful carriage , make it seem suspicious They are not what they seem : I therefore sent The Captain of my Guards , this morning early , With orders to secure and bring 'em to me , Enter Rhodophil and Palamede . O here he is . Have you perform'd my will ? Rho. Sir , those whom you commanded me to bring , Are waiting in the Walks . Poly. — Conduct 'em hither . Rho. First , give me leave To beg your notice of this Gentleman . Poly. He seems to merit it . His name and quality ? Rho. Palamede , son to Lord Cleodemus of Palermo , And new return'd from travel . Palamede approaches , and kneels to kiss the Kings hand . Poly. — You 're welcome . I knew your father well , he was both brave And honest ; we two once were fellow-soldiers In the last Civil Wars . Pala. I bring the same unquestion'd honesty And zeal to serve your Majesty ; the courage You were pleased to praise in him , Your Royal prudence , and your Peoples love , Will never give me leave to try like him In Civil Wars , I hope it may in Foreign . Poly. Attend the Court , and it shall be my care To find out some employment , worthy you . Go , Rhodophil , and bring in those without . Exeunt . Rho. & Pala. Rhodophil returns again immediately , and with him Enter Hermogenes , Leonidas , and Palmyra . Behold two miracles ! Looking earnestly on Leon. and Palmyra . Of different sexes , but of equal form : So matchless both , that my divided soul Can scarcely ask the Gods a Son , or Daughter , For fear of losing one . If from your hands , You Powers , I shall this day receive a Daughter , Argaleon , she is yours ; but , if a Son , Then Amalthea's love shall make him happy . Arga. Grant , heav'n , this admirable Nymph may prove That issue which he seeks . Amal. Venus Vrania , if thou art a Goddess , Grant that sweet Youth may prove the Prince of Sicily . Poly. Tell me , old man , and tell me true , from whence to Her. Had you that Youth and Maid ? Her. — From whence you had Your Scepter , Sir : I had 'em from the Gods. Poly. The Gods then have not such another gift . Say who their Parents were . Her. — My Wife , and I. Arga. It is not likely , a Virgin of so excellent a beauty Should come from such a Stock . Amal. Much less , that such a Youth , so sweet , so graceful , Should be produc'd from Peasants . Her. Why , Nature is the same in Villages , And much more fit to form a noble issue Where it is least corrupted . Poly. He talks , too like a man that knew the world To have been long a Peasant . But the Rack Will teach him other language . Hence with him . As the Guard are carrying him away , his Perruke falls off . Sure I have seen that face before . Hermogenes ! 'T is he , 't is he who fled away with Eubulus , And with my dear Eudoxia . Her. Yes , Sir , I am Hermogenes . And if to have been loyal be a crime , I stand prepar'd to suffer . Poly. If thou would'st live , speak quickly , What is become of my Eudoxia ? Where is the Queen and young Theagenes ? Where Eubulus ? and which of these is mine ? Pointing to Leon. and Palm . Her. Eudoxia is dead , so is the Queen . The infant King her son , and Eubulus . Poly. Traitor , 't is false : produce 'em , or — Her. — Once more I tell you , they are dead ; but leave to threaten , For you shall know no further . Poly. Then prove indulgent to my hopes , and be My friend for ever . Tell me , good Hermogenes , Whose Son is that brave Youth ? Her. — Sir , he is yours . Poly. Fool that I am , thou see'st that so I wish it , And so thou flatter'st me . Her. — By all that 's holy . Poly. Again . Thou canst not swear too deeply . Yet hold , I will beleive thee : — yet I doubt . Her. You need not , Sir. Arga. Beleive him not ; he sees you credulous , And would impose his own base issue on you , And fix it to your Crown . Amal. Behold his goodly shape and feature , Sir , Methinks he much resembles you . Arga. I say , if you have any issue here , It must be that fair creature ; By all my hopes I think so . Amal. Yes , Brother , I believe you by your hopes , For they are all for her . Poly. — Call the Youth nearer . Her. Leonidas , the King would speak with you . Poly. Come near , and be not dazled with the splendor , And greatness of a Court. Leon. I need not this incouragement . I can fear nothing but the Gods. And for this glory , after I have seen The Canopy of State spread wide above In the Abyss of Heaven , the Court of Stars , The blushing Morning , and the rising Sun , What greater can I see ? Poly. This speaks thee born a Prince , thou art thy self Embracing him . That rising Sun , and shalt not see on earth , A brighter then thy self . — All of you witness , That for my son I here receive this Youth , This brave , this — but I must not praise him further , Because he now is mine . Leon. I wonnot , Sir , believe kneeling . That I am made your sport ; For I find nothing in my self , but what Is much above a scorn ; I dare give credit To whatsoe'r a King , like you , can tell me . Either I am , or will deserve to be your Son. Arga. I yet maintain it is impossible This young man should be yours ; for , if he were , Why should Hermogenes so long conceal him When he might gain so much by his discovery ? Her. I stay'd a while to make him worthy , Sir , of you . To the King. But in that time I found Somewhat within him , which so mov'd my love , I never could resolve to part with him . Leon. You ask too many questions , and are To Argaleon . Too sawoy for a subject . Arga. You rather over-act your part , and are Too soon a Prince . Leon. — Too soon you 'l find me one . Poly. Enough , Argaleon ; I have declar'd him mine : and you , Leonidas , Live well with him I love . Arga. Sir , if he be your Son , I may have leave To think your Queen had Twins ; look on this Virgin ; Hermogenes would enviously deprive you Of half your treasure . Her. — Sir , she is my daughter . I could , perhaps , thus aided by this Lord , Prefer her to be yours ; but truth forbid I should procure her greatness by a Lie. Poly. Come hither , beauteous Maid : are you not sorry Your father will not let you pass for mine ? Palm . I am content to be what heav'n has made me . Poly. Could you not wish your self a Princess then ? Palm . Not to be Sister to Leonidas . Poly. Why , my sweet Maid ? Palm . — Indeed I cannot tell ; But I could be content to be his Handmaid . Arga. I wish I had not seen her . Aside . Palm . I must weep for your good fortune ; To Leonidas . Pray pardon me , indeed I cannot help it . Leonidas , ( alas , I had forgot , Now I must call you Prince ) but must I leave you ? Leon. I dare not speak to her ; for if I should , Aside . I must weep too . Poly. No , you shall live at Court , sweet Innocence , And see him there . Hermogenes , Though you intended not to make me happy , Yet you shall be rewarded for th' event . Come , my Leonidas , let 's thank the Gods ; Thou for a Father , I for such a Son. Exeunt all but : Leonidas and Palmyra . Leon. My dear Palmyra , many eyes observe me , And I have thoughts so tender , that I cannot In publick speak 'em to you : some hours hence I shall shake off these crowds of fawning Courtiers , And then — Exit Leonidas . Palm . Fly swift , you hours , you measure time for me in vain , Till you bring back Leonidas again . Be shorter now ; and to redeem that wrong , When he and I are met , be twice as long . Exit .
ACT II.
SCENE I. Melantha and Philotis . Phil.

COunt Rhodophil's a fine Gentleman indeed , Madam ; and I think deserves your affection .

Mel.

Let me die but he 's a fine man ; he sings , and dances en Francois , and writes the Billets doux to a miracle .

Phil.

And those are no small tallents , to a Lady that understands , and values the French ayr , as your Ladiship does .

Mel.

How charming is the French ayr ! and what an etourdy bete is one of our untravel'd Islanders ! when he would make his Court to me , let me die , but he is just Aesop's Ass , that would imitate the courtly French in his addresses ; but , in stead of those , comes pawing upon me , and doing all things so mal a droitly .

Phil.

'T is great pity Rhodophil's a married man , that you may not have an honourable Intrigue with him .

Mel.

Intrigue , Philotis ! that 's an old phrase ; I have laid that word by : Amour sounds better . But thou art heir to all my cast words , as thou art to my old Wardrobe . Oh Count Rhodophil ! Ah mon cher ! I could live and die with him .

Enter Palamede and a Servant . Ser.

Sir , this is my Lady .

Pala.

Then this is she that is to be Divine , and Nymph , and Goddess , and with whom I am to be desperately in love .

Bows to her , delivering a Letter .

This Letter , Madam , which I present you from your father , has given me both the happy opportunity , and the boldness , to kiss the fairest hands in Sicily .

Mel.

Came you lately from Palermo , Sir ?

Pala.

But yesterday , Madam .

Mel.

[ Reading the Letter ]

Daughter , receive the bearer of this Letter , as a Gentleman whom I have chosen to make you happy ; ( O Venus , a new Servant sent me ! and let me die but he has the ayre of a gallant homme ) his father is the rich Lord Cleodemus , our neighbour : I suppose you 'l find nothing disagreeable in his person or his converse ; both which he has improv'd by travel . The Treaty is already concluded , and I shall be in Town within these three days ; so that you have nothing to do , but to obey your careful Father .

( To Pala. ) Sir , my Father , for whom I have a blind obedience , has commanded me to receive your passionate addresses ; but you must also give me leave to avow , that I cannot merit 'em , from so accomplish'd a Cavalier .

Pala.

I want many things , Madam , to render me accomplish'd ; and the first and greatest of 'em , is your favour .

Mel.

Let me die , Philotis , but this is extremely French ; but yet Count Rhodophil — A Gentleman , Sir , that understands the Grand mond so well , who has hanted the best conversations , and who ( in short ) has voyag'd , may pretend to the good graces of any Lady .

Pala.

( Aside ) Hay day ! Grand mond ! conversation ! voyag'd ! and good graces ! I find my Mistris is one of those that run mad in new French words .

Mel.

I suppose , Sir , you have made the Tour of France ; and having seen all that 's fine there , will make a considerable reformation in the rudeness of our Court : for , let me die , but an unfashion'd , untravel'd , meer Sicilian , is a Bete ; and has nothing in the world of an honete homme .

Pala.

I must confess , Madam , that —

Mel.

And what new Minouets have you brought over with you ! their Minouets are to a miracle ! and our Sicilian Iigs are so dull and fad to ' em !

Pala.

For Minouets , Madam —

Mel.

And what new Plays are there in vogue ? and who danc'd best in the last Grand Ballet ? Come , sweet Servant , you shall tell me all .

Pala.

( Aside ) Tell her all ? why , she asks all , and will hear nothing — To answer in order , Madam , to your demands —

Mel.

I am thinking what a happy couple we shall be ! for you shall keep up your correspondence abroad , and every thing that 's new writ , in France , and fine , I mean all that 's delicate , and bien tourné , we will have first .

Pala.

But , Madam , our fortune —

Mel.

I understand you , Sir ; you 'l leave that to me : for the mennage of a family , I know it better then any Lady in Sicily .

Pala.

Alas , Madam , we —

Mel.

Then , we will never make visits together , nor see a Play , but always apart ; you shall be every day at the King's Levé , and I at the Queen's ; and we will never meet , but in the Drawing-room .

Phil.

Madam , the new Prince is just pass'd by the end of the Walk .

Mel.

The new Prince , say'st thou ? Adieu , dear Servant ; I have not made my court to him these two long hours . O , 't is the sweetest Prince ! so obligeant , charmant , ravissant , that — Well , I 'll make haste to kiss his hands ; and then make half a score visits more , and be with you again in a twinkling .

Exit , running with Philotis . Pala.

( Solus ) Now heaven , of thy mercy , bless me from this tongue ; it may keep the field against a whole Army of Lawyers , and that in their own language , French Gibberish . 'T is true , in the day-time , 't is tolerable , when a man has field-room to run from it ; but , to be shut up in a bed with her , like two Cocks in a pit ; humanity cannot support it : I must kiss all night , in my own defence , and hold her down , like a Boy at cuffs , nay , and give her the rising blow every time she begins to speak .

Enter Rhodophil .

But here comes Rhodophil . 'T is pretty odd that my Mistris should so much resemble his : the same News-monger , the same passionate lover of a Court , the same — . But Basta , since I must marry her , I 'll say nothing , because he shall not laugh at my misfortune .

Rho.

Well , Palamede , how go the affairs of love ? You 've seen your Mistris ?

Pala.

I have so .

Rho.

And how , and how ? has the old Cupid , your Father , chosen well for you ? is he a good Woodman ?

Pala.

She 's much handsomer then I could have imagin'd : In short , I love her , and will marry her .

Rho.

Then you are quite off from your other Mistris ?

Pala.

You are mistaken , I intend to love 'em both , as a reasonable man ought to do . For , since all women have their faults , and imperfections , 't is fit that one of 'em should help out t'other .

Rho.

This were a blessed Doctrine , indeed , if our Wives would hear it ; but , they 're their own enemies : if they would suffer us but now and then to make excursions , the benefit of our variety would be theirs ; instead of one continu'd , lazy , tyr'd love , they would , in their turns , have twenty vigorous , fresh , and active loves .

Pala.

And I would ask any of 'em , whether a poor narrow Brook , half dry the best part of the year , and running ever one way , be to be compar'd to a lusty Stream , that has Ebbs and Flows ?

Rho.

Ay ; or is half so profitable for Navigation ?

Enter Doralice , walking by , and reading . Pala.

Ods my life , Rhodophil , will you keep my counsel ?

Rho.

Yes : where 's the secret ?

Pala.

There ' t is . Showing Doralice . I may tell you , as my friend , sub sigillo , &c. this is that very numerical Lady , with whom I am in love .

Rho.

By all that 's vertuous , my Wife ! Aside .

Pala.

You look strangely : how do you like her ? is she not very handsome ?

Rho. Sure he abuses me . Aside . Why the devil do you ask my judgment ? To him . Pala.

You are so dogged now , you think no man's Mistris handsome , but your own . Come , you shall hear her talk too ; she has wit , I assure you .

Rho.

This is too much , Palamede . Going back .

Pala.

Prethee do not hang back so : of an old Pulling him forward . try'd Lover , thou art the most bashful fellow !

Dor.

Were you so near , and would not looking up . speak , dear Husband ?

Pala.

Husband , quoth a ! I have cut out a fine piece of work for my self . Aside .

Rho.

Pray , Spouse , how long have you been acquainted with this Gentleman ?

Dor. Who , I acquainted with this Stranger ? To my best knowledge , I never saw him before . Enter Melantha , at the other end . Pala.

Thanks , Fortune , thou hast help'd me . Aside .

Rho.

Palamede , this must not pass so : I must know your Mistris a little better .

Pala.

It shall be your own fault else . Come , I 'll introduce you .

Rho.

Introduce me ! where ? Pointing to Melantha , who swiftly passes over the Stage .

Pala.

There . To my Mistris .

Rho. Who ? Melantha ! O heavens , I did not see her . Pala. But I did : I am an Eagle where I love ; I have seen her this half hour . Dor.

( Aside . ) I find he has wit , he has got off so readily ; but it would anger me , if he should love Melantha .

Rho.

( Aside ) Now I could e'en wish it were my Wife he lov'd : I find he 's to be marri'd to my Mistris .

Pala.

Shall I run after , and fetch her back again , to present you to her ?

Rho.

No , you need not ; I have the honour to have some small acquaintance with her .

Pala.

( Aside . ) O Iupiter ! what a blockhead was I not to find it out ! My Wife that must be , is his Mistris . I did a little suspect it before ; well , I must marry her , because she 's handsome , and because I hate to be dis-inherited for a younger Brother , which I am sure I shall be if I disobey ; and yet I must keep in with Rhodophil , because I love his Wife .

( To Rhodo. ) I must desire you to make my excuse to your Lady , if I have been so unfortunate to cause any mistake ; and , withall , to beg the honour of being known to her .

Rho.

O , that 's but reason . Hark you , Spouse , pray look upon this Gentleman as my friend ; whom , to my knowledge , you have never seen before this hour .

Dor.

I 'm so obedient a Wife , Sir , that my Husbands commands shall ever be a Law to me .

Enter Melantha again , hastily , and runs to embrace Doralice . Mela.

O , my dear , I was just going to pay my devoirs to you ; I had not time this morning , for making my Court to the King , and our new Prince . Well never Nation was so happy , and all that , in a young Prince ; and he 's the kindest person in the World to me , let me die , if he is not .

Dor.

He has been bred up far from Court , and therefore —

Mel.

That imports not : Though he has not seen the Grand mond , and all that , let me die but he has the air of the Court , most absolutely .

Pala.

But yet , Madam , he —

Mel.

O , Servant , you can testifie that I am in his good Graces . Well , I cannot stay long with you , because I have promis'd him this Afternoon to — But hark you , my dear , I 'll tell you a Secret. Whispers to Doralice .

Rho.

The Devil 's in me , that I must love this Woman . Aside .

Pala.

The Devil 's in me , that I must marry this Woman .

Aside . Mel.

Raising her Voice . So the Prince and I — But you must make a Secret of this , my dear , for I would not for the World your Husband should hear it , or my Tyrant , there , that must be .

Pala.

Well , fair impertinent , your whisper is not lost , we hear you . Aside .

Dor.

I understand then , that —

Mel.

I 'll tell you , my dear , the Prince took me by the hand , and press'd it al a derobbée , because the King was near , made the doux yeux to me , and , in suitte , said a thousand , Gallanteries , or let me die , my dear .

Dor.

Then I am sure you —

Mel.

You are mistaken , my dear .

Dor.

What , before I speak ?

Mel.

But I know your meaning ; you think , my dear , that I assum'd something of fierté into my Countenance , to rebute him ; but , quite contrary , I regarded him , I know not how to express it in our dull Sicilian Language , d'un ayr enjonné ; and said nothing but ad auire , ad autre , and that it was all grimace , and would not pass upon me .

Enter Artemis : Melantha sees her , and runs away from Doralice .

To Aretemis . My dear , I must beg your pardon , I was just making a loose from Doralice , to pay my respects to you : Let me die , if I ever pass time so agreeably as in your company , and if I would leave it for any Lady 's in Sicily .

Arte.

The Princess Amalthea is coming this way .

Enter Amalthea : Melantha runs to her . Mel.

O dear Madam ! I have been at your Lodgings , in my new Galeche , so often , to tell you of a new Amour , betwixt two persons whom you would little suspect for it ; that , let me die , if one of my Coach-horses be not dead , and another quite tyr'd , and sunk under the fatigue .

Amal.

O , Melantha , I can tell you news , the Prince is coming this way .

Mel.

The Prince , O sweet Prince ! He and I are to — and I forgot it . — Your pardon , sweet Madam , for my abruptness . Adieu , my dears . Servant , Rodophil ; Servant , Servant , Servant All. Exit running .

Amal.

Rodophil , a word with you . Whispers .

Dor.

to Pala. Why do you not follow your Mistress , Sir ?

Pala.

Follow her ? Why , at this rate she 'll be at the Indies within this half hour .

Dor.

However , if you can't follow her all day , you 'll meet her at night , I hope ?

Pala.

But can you , in charity , suffer me to be so mortify'd , without affording me some relief ? If it be but to punish that sign of a Husband there ; that lazy matrimony , that dull insipid taste , who leaves such delicious fare at home ▪ to dine abroad , on worse meat , and to pay dear for 't into the bargain .

Dor.

All this is in vain : Assure your self , I will never admit of any visit from you in private .

Pala.

That is to tell me , in other words , my condition is desperate .

Dor.

I think you in so ill a condition , that I am resolved to pray for you , this very evening , in the close Walk , behind the Terras ; for that 's a private place , and there I am sure no body will disturb my devotions . And so , good-night , Sir. Exit .

Pala.

This is the newest way of making an appointment , I ever heard of : let women alone to contrive the means ; I find we are but dunces to ' em . Well , I will not be so prophane a wretch as to interrupt her devotions ; but to make 'em more effectual , I 'll down upon my knees , and endeavour to joyn my own with ' em . Exit .

Amal.

( to Rhodophil ) I know already they do not love each other ; and that my Brother acts but a forc'd obedience to the Kings commands ; so that , if a quarrel should arise betwixt the Prince and him , I were most miserable on both sides .

Rho.

There shall be nothing wanting in me , Madam , to prevent so sad a consequence .

Enter the King , Leonidas ; the King whispers Amalthea .

( To himself ) I begin to hate this Palamede , because he is to marry my Mistris : yet break with him I dare not , for fear of being quite excluded from her company . 'T is a hard case when a man must go by his Rival to his Mistris : but 't is at worst but using him like a pair of heavy Boots in a dirty journey ; after I have foul'd him all day , I 'll throw him off at night . Exit .

Amal.

( to the King ) This honour is too great for me to hope .

Poly. You shall this hour have the assurance of it . Leonidas , come hither ; you have heard , I doubt not , that the Father of this Princess Was my most faithful friend , while I was yet A private man ; and when I did assume This Crown , he serv'd me in that high attempt . You see , then , to what gratitude obliges me ; Make your addresses to her . Leon. Sir , I am yet too young to be a Courtier ; I should too much betray my ignorance , And want of breeding , to so fair a Lady . Amal. Your language speaks you not bred up in Desarts , But in the softness of some Asian Court , Where luxury and ease invent kind words , To cozen tender Virgins of their hearts . Poly. You need not doubt But in what words soe're a Prince can offer His Crown and Person , they will be receiv'd . You know my pleasure , and you know your duty . Leon. Yes , Sir , I shall obey , in what I can . Poly. In what you can , Leonidas ? Consider , He 's both your King , and Father , who commands you . Besides , what is there hard in my injunction ? Leon. 'T is hard to have my inclination forc'd . I would not marry , Sir ; and , when I do , I hope you 'll give me freedom in my choice . Poly. View well this Lady , Whose mind as much transcends her beauteous face , As that excels all others . Amal. My beauty , as it ne'r could merit love , So neither can it beg : and , Sir , you may Beleive that , what the King has offer'd you , I should refuse , did I not value more Your person then your Crown . Leon. — Think it not pride , Or my new fortunes swell me to contemn you ; Think less , that I want eyes to see your beauty ; And least of all think duty wanting in me T' obey a father's will : but — Poly. — But what , Leonidas ? For I must know your reason ; and be sure It be convincing too . Leon. — Sir , ask the Stars , Which have impos'd love on us , like a fate , Why minds are bent to one , and fly another ? Ask why all beauties cannot move all hearts ? For though there may Be made a rule for colour , or for feature ; There can be none for liking . Poly. Leonidas , you owe me more Then to oppose your liking to my pleasure . Leon. I owe you all things , Sir ; but something too I owe my self . Poly. You shall dispute no more ; I am a King , And I will be obey'd . Leon. You are a King , Sir ; but you are no God ; Or if you were , you could not force my will. Poly. But you are just , you Gods ; O you are just , Aside In punishing the crimes of my rebellion With a rebellious Son ! Yet I can punish him , as you do me . Leonidas , there is no jesting with My will : I ne'r had done so much to gain A Crown , but to be absolute in all things . Amal. O , Sir , be not so much a King , as to Forget you are a Father : Soft indulgence Becomes that name . Though Nature gives you pow'r , To bind his duty , 't is with silken Bonds : Command him , then , as you command your self : He is as much a part of you , as are Your Appetite , and Will , and those you force not , But gently bend , and make 'em pliant to your Reason . Poly. It may be I have us'd too rough a way : Forgive me , my Leonidas ; I know I lie as open to the gusts of passion , As the bare Shore to every beating Surge : I will not force thee , now ; but I intreat thee , Absolve a Father's vow , to this fair Virgin : A vow , which hopes of having such a Son First caus'd . Leon. Show not my disobedience by your pray'rs , For I must still deny you , though I now Appear more guilty to my self , than you : I have some reasons , which I cannot utter , That force my disobedience ; yet I mourn To death , that the first thing you e'r injoyn'd me , Should be that onely one command in Nature Which I could not obey . Poly. I did descend too much below my self When I intreated him . Hence , to thy Desart , Thou' rt not my son , or art not fit to be . Amal. Great Sir , I humbly beg you , make not me kneeling . The cause of your displeasure . I absolve Your vow : far , far from me , be such designs ; So wretched a desire of being great , By making him unhappy . You may see Something so noble in the Prince his nature , As grieves him more not to obey , then you That you are not obey'd . Poly. — Then , for your sake , I 'll give him one day longer , to consider Not to deny ; for my resolves are firm As Fate , that cannot change . Exeunt King and Amal. Leon. — And so are mine . This beauteous Princess , charming as she is , Could never make me happy : I must first Be false to my Palmyra , and then wretched . But , then , a Father's anger ! Suppose he should recede from his own vow , He never would permit me to keep mine . Enter Palmyra ; Argaleon following her , a little after . See , she appears ! I 'll think no more of any thing , but her . Yet I have one hour good ere I am wretched . But , Oh! Argaleon follows her ! so night Treads on the foot-steps of a Winter's Sun , And stalks all black behind him . Palm . — O Leonidas , ( For I must call you still by that dear name ) Free me from this bad man. Leon. I hope he dares not be injurious to you . Arga. I rather was injurious to my self , Then her . Leon. That must be judg'd when I hear what you said . Arga. I think you need not give your self that trouble : It concern'd us alone . Leon. You answer sawcily , and indirectly : What interest can you pretend in her ? Arga. It may be , Sir , I made her some expressions Which I would not repeat , because they were Below my rank , to one of hers . Leon. What did he say , Palmyra ? Palm . I 'll tell you all : First , he began to look , And then he sigh'd , and then he look'd again ; At last , he said my eyes wounded his heart : And , after that , he talk'd of flames , and fires ; And such strange words , that I believ'd he conjur'd . Leon. O my heart ! Leave me , Argaleon . Arga. Come , sweet Palmyra , I will instruct you better in my meaning : You see he would be private . Leon. — Go your self , And leave her here . Arga. — Alas , she 's ignorant , And is not fit to entertain a Prince . Leon. First learn what 's fit for you ; that 's to obey . Arga. I know my duty is to wait on you . A great King's Son , like you , ought to forget Such mean converse . Leon. — What ? a disputing Subject ? Hence ; or my sword shall do me justice , on thee . Arga Yet I may find a time — Going . Leon. — What 's that you mutter , going after him . To find a time ? Arga. — To wait on you again — ( Softly ) In the mean while I 'll watch you . Exit , and watches during the Scene . Leon. How precious are the hours of Love in Courts ! In Cottages , where Love has all the day , Full , and at ease , he throws it half away . Time gives himself , and is not valu'd , there ; But sells , at mighty rates , each minute , here . There , he is lazy , unemploy'd , and slow ; Here , he 's more swift ; and yet has more to do . So many of his hours in publick move , That few are left for privacy , and Love. Palm . The Sun , methinks , shines faint and dimly , here ; Light is not half so long ▪ nor half so clear . But , Oh! when every day was yours and mine , How early up ! what haste he made to shine ! Leon. Such golden days no Prince must hope to see ; Whos 's ev'ry Subject is more bless'd then he . Palm Do you remember , when their tasks were done , How all the Youth did to our Cottage run ? While winter-winds were whistling loud without , Our chearful hearth was circled round about : With strokes in ashes Maids their Lovers drew ; And still you fell to me , and I to you . Leon. When Love did of my heart possession take , I was so young , my soul was scarce awake : I cannot tell when first I thought you fair ; But suck'd in Love , insensibly as Ayre . Palm . I know too well when first my love began , When , at our Wake , you for the Chaplet ran : Then I was made the Lady of the May , And , with the Garland , at the Goal did stay : Still , as you ran , I kept you full in view ▪ I hop'd , and wish'd , and ran , methought , for you . As you came near , I hastily did rise , And stretch'd my arm out-right , that held the prize . The custom was to kiss whom I should crown : You kneel●d ; and , in my lap , your head laid down . I blush'd , and blush'd , and did the kiss delay : At last , my Subjects forc'd me to obey ; But , when I gave the Crown , and then the kiss , I scarce had breath to say , Take that — and this . Leon. I felt , the while , a pleasing kind of smart ; The kiss went , tingling , to my very heart . When it was gone , the sense of it did stay ; The sweetness cling'd upon my lips all day , Like drops of Honey , loath to fall away . Palm . Life , like a prodigal , gave all his store To my first youth , and now can give no more . You are a Prince ; and , in that high degree , No longer must converse with humble me . Leon. 'T was to my loss the Gods that title gave ; A Tyrant's Son is doubly born a Slave : He gives a Crown ; but , to prevent my life From being happy , loads it with a Wife . Palm . Speak quickly ; what have you resolv'd to do ? Leon. To keep my faith inviolate to you . He threatens me with exile , and with shame , To lose my birth right , and a Prince his name ; But there 's a blessing which he did not mean , To send me back to Love and You again . Palm . Why was not I a Princess for your sake ? But Heav'en no more such miracles can make : And , since That cannot , This must never be ; You shall not lose a Crown for love of me . Live happy , and a nobler choice pursue ; I shall complain of Fate ; but not of you . Leon. Can you so easily without me live ? Or could you take the counsel which you give ? Were you a Princess would you not be true ? Palm . I would ; but cannot merit it from you . Leon. Did you not merit , as you do , my heart ; Love gives esteem ; and then it gives desert . But if I basely could forget my vow , Poor helpless Innocence , what would you do ? Palm . In Woods , and Plains , where first my love began , There would I live , retir'd from faithless man : I 'd sit all day within some lonely shade , Or that close Arbour which your hands have made : I 'd search the Groves , and ev'ry Tree , to find Where you had carv'd our names upon the rind : Your Hook , your Scrip , all that was yours , I 'd keep , And lay 'em by me when I went to sleep . Thus would I live : and Maidens , when I die , Upon my Hearse white True-love-knots should tie : And thus my Tomb should be inscrib'd above , Here the forsaken Virgin rests from love . Leon. Think not that time or fate shall e'r divide Those hearts , which Love and mutual Vows have ty'd : But we must part ; farewell , my Love. Palm . — Till when ? Leon. Till the next age of hours we meet agen . Mean time — we may When near each other we in publick stand , Contrive to catch a look , or steal a hand : Fancy will every touch , and glance improve ; And draw the most spirituous parts of Love. Our souls sit close , and silently within ; And their own Web from their own Intrals spin . And when eyes meet far off , our sense is such , That , Spider-like , we feel the tender'st touch . Exeunt .
ACT III.
SCENE I. Enter Rhodophil , meeting Doralice and Artemis . Rhodophil and Doralice embrace . Rho.

MY own dear heart !

Dor.

My own true love ! She starts back . I had forgot my self to be so kind ; indeed I am very angry with you , dear ; you are come home an hour after you appointed : If you had staid a minute longer , I was just considering , whether I should stab , hang , or drown my self .

Embracing him . Rho.

Nothing but the King's business could have hinder'd me ; and I was so vext , that I was just laying down my Commission , rather then have fail'd my Dear . Kissing her hand .

Arte.

Why , this is love as it should be , betwixt Man and Wife : such another Couple would bring Marriage into fashion again . But is it always thus betwixt you ?

Rho.

Always thus ! this is nothing . I tell you there is not such a pair of Turtles in all Sicily ; there is such an eternal Cooing and kissing betwixt us , that indeed it is scandalous before civil company .

Dor.

Well , if I had imagin'd , I should have been this fond fool , I would never have marri'd the man I lov'd : I marri'd to be happy ; and have made my self miserable , by over-loving . Nay , and now , my case is desperate ; for I have been marry'd above these two years , and find my self every day worse and worse in love : nothing but madness can be the end on 't .

Arte.

Doat on , to the extremity , and you are happy .

Dor.

He deserves so infinitely much , that , the truth is , there can be no doating in the matter ; but to love well , I confess , is a work that pays it self : 't is telling gold , and after taking it for ones pains .

Rho.

By that I should be a very covetous person ; for I am ever pulling out my money , and putting it into my pocket again .

Dor.

O dear Rhodophil !

Rho.

O sweet Doralice ! Embracing each other .

Arte.

( Aside ) Nay , I am resolv'd , I 'll never interrupt Lovers : I 'll leave 'em as happy as I found ' em . Steals away .

Rho.

What , is she gone ? Looking up .

Dor.

Yes ; and without taking leave .

Rho.

Then there 's enough for this time Parting from her .

Dor.

Yes sure , the Scene 's done , I take it .

They walk contrary ways on the Stage ; he , with his hands in his pocket , whistling : she , singing a dull melancholly Tune . Rho.

Pox o' your dull tune , a man can't think for you .

Dor.

Pox o' your damn'd whistling ; you can neither be company to me your self , nor leave me to the freedom of my own fancy .

Rho.

Well , thou art the most provoking Wife !

Dor.

Well , thou art the dullest Husband , thou art never to be provok'd ,

Rho.

I was never thought dull , till I marry'd thee ; and now thou hast made an old knife of me , thou hast whetted me so long , till I have no edge left .

Dor.

I see you are in the Husbands fashion ; you reserve all your good humours for your Mistresses , and keep your ill for your wives .

Rho.

Prethee leave me to my own cogitations ; I am thinking over all my sins , to find for which of them it was I marry'd thee .

Dor.

Whatever your sin was , mine 's the punishment .

Rho.

My comfort is , thou art not immortal ; and when that blessed , that divine day comes , of thy departure , I 'm resolv'd I 'll make one Holy-day more in the Almanack , for thy sake .

Dor.

Ay , you had need make a Holy-day for me , for I am sure you have made me a Martyr .

Rho.

Then , setting my victorious foot upon thy head , in the first hour of thy silence , ( that is , the first hour thou art dead , for I despair of it before ) I will swear by thy Ghost , an oath as terrible to me , as Styx is to the Gods , never more to be in danger of the Banes of Matrimony .

Dor.

And I am resolv'd to marry the very same day thou dy'st , if it be but to show how little I 'm concern'd for thee .

Rho.

Prethee , Doralice , why do we quarrel thus a-days ? ha ? this is but a kind of Heathenish life , and does not answer the ends of marriage . If I have err'd , propound what reasonable atonement may be made , before we sleep , and I shall not be refractory : but withall consider , I have been marry'd these three years , and be not too tyrannical .

Dor.

What should you talk of a peace abed , when you can give no security for performance of Articles ?

Rho.

Then , since we must live together , and both of us stand upon our terms , as to matter of dying first , let us make our selves as merry as we can with our misfortunes .

Why there 's the devil on 't ! if thou couldst make my enjoying thee but a little less easie , or a little more unlawful , thou shouldst see , what a Termagant Lover I would prove . I have taken such pains to enjoy thee , Doralice , that I have fanci'd thee all the fine women in the Town , to help me out . But now there 's none left for me to think on , my imagination is quite jaded . Thou art a Wife , and thou wilt be a Wife , and I can make thee another no longer . Exit Rhodophil .

Dor.

Well , since thou art a Husband , and wilt be a Husband , I 'll try if I can find out another ! 'T is a pretty time we Women have on 't , to be made Widows , while we are marry'd . Our Husbands think it reasonable to complain , that we are the same , and the same to them , when we have more reason to complain , that they are not the same to us . Because they cannot feed on one dish , therefore we must be starv'd . 'T is enough that they have a sufficient Ordinary provided , and a Table ready spread for 'em : if they cannot fall too and eat heartily , the fault is theirs ; and 't is pity , me-thinks , that the good creature should be lost , when many a poor sinner would be glad on 't .

Enter Melantha , and Artemis to her . Mel.

Dear , my dear , pity me ; I am so chagrin to day , and have had the most signal affront at Court ! I went this afternoon to do my devoir to Princess Amalthea , found her , convers'd with her , and help'd to make her court some half an hour ; after which , she went to take the ayr , chose out two Ladies to go with her , that came in after me , and left me most barbarously behind her .

Arte.

You are the less to be piti'd , Melantha , because you subject your self to these affronts , by coming perpetually to Court , where you have no business nor employment .

Mel.

I declare , I had rather of the two , be railly'd , nay , mal traittée at Court , then be Deifi'd in the Town : for , assuredly , nothing can be so ridicule , as a meer Town-Lady .

Dor.

Especially at Court. How I have seen 'em crowd and sweat in the Drawing-room , on a Holiday-night ! for that 's their time to swarm , and invade the Presence . O , how they catch at a bow , or any little salute from a Courtier , to make show of their acquaintance ! and rather then be thought to be quite unknown , they court'sie to one another ; but they take true pains to come near the Circle , and press and peep upon the Princess , to write Letters into the Countrey how she was dress'd , while the Ladies that stand about make their court to her with abusing them .

Arte.

These are sad truths , Melantha ; and therefore I would e'en advise you to quit the Court , and live either wholly in the Town ; or , if you like not that , in the Countrey .

Dor.

In the Countrey ! nay , that 's to fall beneath the Town ; for they live there upon our offals here : their entertainment of wit , is onely the remembrance of what they had when they were last in Town ; they live this year upon the last years knowledge , as their Cattel do all night , by chewing the Cud of what they eat in the afternoon .

Mel.

And they tell , for news , such unlikely stories ; a letter from one of us is such a present to 'em , that the poor souls wait for the Carriers-day with such devotion , that they cannot sleep the night before .

Arte.

No more then I can , the night before I am to go a journey .

Dor.

Or I , before I am to try on a new Gown .

Mel.

A Song that 's stale here , will be new there a twelve-moneth hence ; and if a man of the Town by chance come amongst 'em , he 's reverenced for teaching 'em the Tune .

Dor.

A friend of mine , who makes Songs sometimes , came lately out of the West , and vow'd he was so put out of count'nance with a Song of his ; for at the first Countrey-Gentleman's he visited , he saw three Tailors cross-leg'd upon the Table in the Hall , who were tearing out as loud as ever they could sing , — After the pangs of a desperate Lover , &c. and all that day he heard nothing else , but the Daughters of the house and the Maids , humming it over in every corner , and the Father whistling it .

Arte.

Indeed I have observ'd of my self , that when I am out of Town but a fortnight , I am so humble , that I would receive a Letter from my Tailor or Mercer for a favour .

Mel.

When I have been at grass in the Summer , and am new come up again , methinks I 'm to be turn'd into ridicule by all that see me ; but when I have been once or twice at Court , I begin to value my self again , and to despise my Countrey-acquaintance .

Arte.

There are places where all people may be ador'd , and we ought to know our selves so well as to chuse ' em .

Dor.

That 's very true ; your little Courtiers wife , who speaks to the King but once a moneth , need but go to a Town-Lady ; and there she may vapour , and cry , The King and I , at every word . Your Town-Lady , who is laugh'd at in the Circle , takes her Coach into the City , and there she 's call'd your Honour , and has a Banquet from the Merchants Wife , whom she laughs at for her kindness . And , as for my finical Cit , she removes but to her Countrey-house , and there insults over the Countrey Gentlewoman that never comes up ; who treats her with Frumity and Custard , and opens her dear bottle of Mirabilis beside , for a Jill-glass of it at parting .

Arte.

At last , I see , we shall leave Melantha where we found her ; for , by your description of the Town and Countrey , they are become more dreadful to her , then the Court , where she was affronted . But you forget we are to wait on the Princess Amalthea . Come , Doralice .

Dor.

Farewell , Melantha .

Mel.

Adieu , my dear .

Arte.

You are out of charity with her , and therefore I shall not give your service .

Mel.

Do not omit it , I beseech you ; for I have such a tender for the Court , that I love it ev'n from the Drawing-room to the Lobby , and can never be rebutée by any usage . But , hark you , my Dears , one thing I had forgot of great concernment .

Dor.

Quickly then , we are in haste .

Mel.

Do not call it my service , that 's too vulgar ; but do my baise mains to the Princess Amalthea ; that is Spirituelle !

Dor.

To do you service then , we will prendre the Carrosse to Court , and do your Baise mains to the Princess Amalthea , in your phrase Spirituellé . Exeunt Artemis and Doralice .

Enter Philotis , with a Paper in her hand . Mel.

O , are you there , Minion ? And , well , are not you a most precious damsel , to retard all my visits for want of language , when you know you are paid so well for furnishing me with new words for my daily conversation ? Let me die , if I have not run the risque already , to speak like one of the vulgar ; and if I have one phrase left in all my store that is not thrid-bare & usè , and fit for nothing but to be thrown to Peasants .

Phil.

Indeed , Madam , I have been very diligent in my vocation ; but you have so drain'd all the French Plays and Romances , that they are not able to supply you with words for your daily expences .

Mel. Drain'd ? what a word 's there ! Epuisée , you sot you . Come , produce your morning's work . Phil.

'T is here , Madam . Shows the Paper .

Mel.

O , my Venus ! fourteen or fifteen words to serve me a whole day ! Let me die , at this rate I cannot last till night . Come , read your works : twenty to one half of 'em will not pass muster neither .

Phil.

Sottises . Reads .

Mel.

Sottises : bon . That 's an excellent word to begin withall : as for example ; He , or she said a thousand Sottises to me . Proceed .

Phil. Figure : as what a figure of a man is there ! Naive , and Naivetè . Mel.

Naive ! as how ?

Phil.

Speaking of a thing that was naturally said ; It was so naive : or such an innocent piece of simplicity ; 't was such a naivetè .

Mel.

Truce with your interpretations : make haste .

Phil.

Foible , Chagrin , Grimace , Embarrasse , Double entendre , Equivoque , Esclaircissement , Suittè , Beveue , Facòn , Panchant , Coup d' etourdy , and Ridicule .

Mel.

Hold , hold ; how did they begin ?

Phil.

They began at Sottises , and ended en Ridicule .

Mel.

Now give me your Paper in my hand , and hold you my Glass , while I practise my postures for the day . Melantha laughs in the Glass . How does that laugh become my face ?

Phil.

Sovereignly well , Madam .

Mel.

Sovereignly ! Let me die , that 's not amiss . That word shall not be yours ; I 'll invent it , and bring it up my self : my new Point Gorget shall be yours upon 't : not a word of the word , I charge you .

Phil.

I am dumb , Madam .

Mel.

That glance , how sutes it with my face ?

Looking in the Glass again . Phil.

'T is so languissant .

Mel.

Languissant ! that word shall be mine too , and my last Indian-Gown thine for't .

That sigh ? Looks again :

Phil.

'T will make many a man sigh , Madam . 'T is a meer Incendiary .

Mel.

Take my Guimp Petticoat for that truth . If thou hast more of these phrases , let me die but I could give away all my Wardrobe , and go naked for ' em .

Phil.

Go naked ? then you would be a Venus , Madam . O Iupiter ! what had I forgot ? this Paper was given me by Rhodophil's Page .

Mel.

( Reading the Letter )

— Beg the favour from you . — Gratifie my passion — so far — assignation — in the Grotto — behind the Terras — clock this evening — Well , for the Billets doux there 's no man in Sicily must dispute with Rhodophil ; they are so French , so gallant , and so tendre , that I cannot resist the temptation of the assignation . Now go you away , Philotis ; it imports me to practise what I shall say to my Servant when I meet him .

Exit Philotis . Rhodophil , you 'll wonder at my assurance to meet you here ; let me die , I am so out of breath with coming , that I can render you no reason of it . Then he will make this repartee ; Madam , I have no reason to accuse you for that which is so great a favour to me . Then I reply , But why have you drawn me to this solitary place ? let me die but I am apprehensive of some violence from you . Then , says he ; Solitude , Madam , is most fit for Lovers ; but by this fair hand — Nay , now I vow you 're rude . Sir. O fie , fie , fie ; I hope you 'l be honourable ? — You 'd laugh at me if I should , Madam — What do you mean to throw me down thus ? Ah me ! ah , ah , ah .

Enter Polydamas , Leonidas , and Guards .

O Venus ! the King and Court. Let me die but I fear they have found my foible , and will turn me into ridicule .

Exit running . Leon. Sir , I beseech you . Poly. — Do not urge my patience . Leon. I 'll not deny But what your Spies inform'd you of , is true : I love the fair Palmyra ; but I lov'd her Before I knew your title to my bloud . Enter Palmyra , guarded . See , here she comes ; and looks , amid'st her Guards , Like a weak Dove under the Falcon's gripe . O heav'n , I cannot bear it . Poly. — Maid , come hither . Have you presum'd so far , as to receive My Son's affection ? Palm . Alas , what shall I answer ? to confess it Will raise a blush upon a Virgin 's face ; Yet I was ever taught 't was base to lie . Poly. You 've been too bold , and you must love no more . Palm . Indeed I must ; I cannot help my love ; I was so tender when I took the bent , That now I grow that way . Poly. He is a Prince ; and you are meanly born . Leon. Love either finds equality , or makes it : Like death , he knows no difference in degrees , But plains , and levels all . Palm . Alas , I had not render'd up my heart , Had he not lov'd me first ; but he prefer'd me Above the Maidens of my age and rank ; Still shun'd their company , and still sought mine ; I was not won by gifts , yet still he gave ; And all his gifts , though small , yet spoke his love . He pick'd the earliest Strawberries in Woods , The cluster'd Filberds , and the purple Grapes : He taught a prating Stare to speak my name ; And when he found a Nest of Nightingales , Or callow Linnets , he would show 'em me , And let me take 'em out . Poly. This is a little Mistris , meanly born , Fit onely for a Prince his vacant hours , And then , to laugh at her simplicity , Not fix a passion there . Now hear my sentence . Leon. Remember , ere you give it , 't is pronounc'd Against us both . Poly. First , in her hand There shall be plac'd a Player's painted Sceptre , And , on her head , a gilded Pageant Crown ; Thus shall she go , With all the Boys attending on her Triumph : That done , be put alone into a Boat , With bread and water onely for three days , So on the Sea she shall be set adrift , And who relieves her , dies . Palm . I onely beg that you would execute The last part first : let me be put to Sea ; The bread and water , for my three days life , I give you back , I would not live so long ; But let me scape the shame . Leon. Look to me , Piety ; and you , O Gods , look to my piety : Keep me from saying that which misbecomes a son ; But let me die before I see this done . Poly. If you for ever will abjure her sight , I can be yet a father ; she shall live . Leon. Hear , O you Pow'rs , is this to be a father ? I see 't is all my happiness and quiet You aim at , Sir ; and take 'em : I will not save ev'n my Palmyra's life At that ignoble price ; but I 'll die with her . Palm . So had I done by you , Had Fate made me a Princess : Death , methinks , Is not a terrour now ; He is not fierce , or grim , but fawns , and sooths me , And slides along , like Cleopatra's Aspick , Off'ring his service to my troubled breast . Leon. Begin what you have purpos'd when you please , Lead her to scorn , your triumph shall be doubled . As holy Priests In pity go with dying malefactours , So will I share her shame . Poly. You shall not have your will so much ; first part 'em , Then execute your office . Leon. — No ; I 'll die In her defence . Draws his sword . Palm . — Ah , hold , and pull not on A curse , to make me worthy of my death : Do not by lawless force oppose your Father , Whom you have too much disobey'd for me . Leon. Here , take it , Sir , and with it , pierce my heart : Presenting his sword to his father upon his knees . You have done more , in taking my Palmyra . You are my Father , therefore I submit . Poly. Keep him from any thing he may design Against his life , whil'st the first fury lasts ; And now perform what I commanded you . Leon. In vain ; if sword and poison be deni'd me , I 'll hold my breath and die . Palm . Farewell , my last Leonidas ; yet live , I charge you live , till you believe me dead . I cannot die in peace , if you die first . If life 's a blessing , you shall have it last . Poly. Go on with her , and lead him after me . Enter Argaleon hastily , with Hermogenes . Arga. I bring you , Sir , such news as must amaze you , And such as will prevent you from an action Which would have rendred all your life unhappy . Poly. Hermogenes , you bend your knees in vain , Hermogenes kneels . My doom 's already past . Her. I kneel not for Palmyra , for I know She will not need my pray'rs ; but for my self : With a feign'd tale I have abus'd your ears , And therefore merit death ; but since , unforc'd , I first accuse my self , I hope your mercy . Poly. Haste to explain your meaning . Her. Then , in few words , Palmyra is your daughter . Poly. How can I give belief to this Impostor ? He who has once abus'd me , often may . I 'l hear no more . Arga. — For your own sake , you must . Her. A parent's love ( for I confess my crime ) Mov'd me to say , Leonidas was yours ; But when I heard Palmyra was to die , The fear of guiltless bloud so stung my conscience , That I resolv'd , ev'n with my shame , to save Your daughter's life . Poly. But how can I be certain , but that interest , Which mov'd you first to say your son was mine , Does not now move you too , to save your daughter ? Her. You had but then my word ; I bring you now Authentick testimonies . Sir , in short , Delivers on his knees a Iewel , and a Letter . If this will not convince you , let me suffer . Poly. I know this Jewel well ; 't was once my mothers , Looking first on the Iewel . Which , marrying , I presented to my wife . And this , O this , is my Eudocia's hand . This was the pledge of love given to Eudocia , Reads : Who , dying , to her young Palmyra leaves it : And this when you , my dearest Lord , receive , Own her , and think on me , dying Eudocia . Take it ; 't is well there is no more to read , To Argaleon . My eyes grow full , and swim in their own light . He embraces Palmyra . Palm . I fear , Sir , this is your intended Pageant . You sport your self at poor Palmyra's cost ; But if you think to make me proud , Indeed I cannot be so : I was born With humble thoughts , and lowly , like my birth . A real fortune could not make me haughty , Much less a feign'd . Poly. — This was her mother's temper . I have too much deserv'd thou shouldst suspect That I am not thy father ; but my love Shall henceforth show I am . Behold my eyes , And see a father there begin to flow : This is not feign'd , Palmyra . Palm . I doubt no longer , Sir ; you are a King , And cannot lie : falshood's a vice too base To find a room in any Royal breast ; I know , in spight of my unworthiness , I am your child ; for when you would have kill'd me , Methought I lov'd you then . Arga. Sir , we forget the Prince Leonidas , His greatness should not stand neglected thus . Poly. Guards , you may now retire : Give him his sword , And leave him free . Leon. Then the first use I make of liberty Shall be , with your permission , mighty Sir , To pay that reverence to which Nature binds me . kneels to Hermogenes . Arga. Sure you forget your birth thus to misplace This act of your obedience ; you should kneel To nothing but to Heav'n , and to a King. Leon. I never shall forget what Nature owes , Nor be asham'd to pay it ; though my father Be not a King , I know him brave and honest , And well deserving of a worthier son . Poly. He bears it gallantly . Leon. Why would you not instruct me , Sir , before To Herm. Where I should place my duty ? From which , if ignorance have made me swerve , I beg your pardon for an erring son . Palm . I almost grieve I am a Princess , since It makes him lose a Crown . Leon. And next , to you , my King , thus low I kneel , T' implore your mercy ; if in that small time I had the honour to be thought your son , I pay'd not strict obedience to your will : I thought , indeed , I should not be compell'd , But thought it as your son ; so what I took In duty from you , I restor'd in courage ; Because your son should not be forc'd . Poly. You have my pardon for it . Leon. To you , fair Princess , I congratulate Your birth ; of which I ever thought you worthy : And give me leave to add , that I am proud The Gods have pick'd me out to be the man By whose dejected fate yours is to rise ; Because no man could more desire your fortune , Or franklier part with his to make you great . Palm . I know the King , though you are not his son , Will still regard you as my Foster-brother , And so conduct you downward from a Throne , By slow degrees , so unperceiv'd and soft , That it may seem no fall : or , if it be , May Fortune lay a bed of down beneath you . Poly. He shall be rank'd with my Nobility , And kept from scorn by a large pension giv'n him . Leon. You are all great and Royal in your gifts ; Bowing . But at the Donor's feet I lay 'em down : Should I take riches from you , it would seem As I did want a soul to bear that poverty To which the Gods design'd my humble birth : And should I take your Honours without merit , It would appear , I wanted manly courage To hope 'em , in your service , from my sword . Poly. Still brave , and like your self . The Court shall shine this night in its full splendor , And celebrate this new discovery . Argaleon , lead my daughter : as we go I shall have time to give her my commands , In which you are concern'd . Exeunt all but Leonidas . Leon. Methinks I do not want That huge long train of fawning followers , That swept a furlong after me . 'T is true , I am alone ; So was the Godhead ere he made the world , And better serv'd Himself , then serv'd by Nature . And yet I have a Soul Above this humble fate ▪ I could command , Love to do good ; give largely to true merit ; All that a King should do : But though these are not My Province , I have Scene enough within To exercise my vertue . All that a heart , so fix'd as mine , can move , Is , that my niggard fortune starves my love . Exit .
SCENE II. Palamede and Doralice meet : she with a Book in her hand , seems to start at sight of him . Dor.

'T Is a strange thing that no warning will serve your turn ; and that no retirement will secure me from your impertinent addresses ! Did not I tell you , that I was to be private here at my devotions ?

Pala.

Yes ; and you see I have observ'd my Cue exactly : I am come to releive you from them . Come , shut up , shut up your Book ; the man's come who is to supply all your necessities .

Dor.

Then , it seems , you are so impudent to think it was an assignation ? this , I warrant , was your lewd interpretation of my innocent meaning .

Pala.

Venus forbid that I should harbour so unreasonable a thought of a fair young Lady , that you should lead me hither into temptation . I confess I might think indeed it was a kind of honourable challenge , to meet privately without Seconds , and decide the difference betwixt the two Sexes ; but heaven forgive me if I thought amiss .

Dor.

You thought too , I 'll lay my life on 't , that you might as well make love to me , as my Husband does to your Mistris .

Pala.

I was so unreasonable to think so too .

Dor.

And then you wickedly inferr'd , that there was some justice in the revenge of it : or at least but little injury ; for a man to endeavour to enjoy that , which he accounts a blessing , and which is not valu'd as it ought by the dull possessour . Confess your wickedness , did you not think so ?

Pala.

I confess I was thinking so , as fast as I could ; but you think so much before me , that you will let me think nothing .

Dor.

'T is the very thing that I design'd : I have forestall'd all your arguments , and left you without a word more , to plead for mercy . If you have any thing farther to offer , ere Sentence pass — Poor Animal , I brought you hither onely for my diversion .

Pala.

That you may have , if you 'll make use of me the right way ; but I tell thee , woman , I am now past talking .

Dor.

But it may be , I came hither to hear what fine things you could say for your self .

Pala.

You would be very angry , to my knowledge , if I should lose so much time to say many of 'em — By this hand you would —

Dor.

Fie , Palamede , I am a woman of honour .

Pala.

I see you are ; you have kept touch with your assignation : and before we part , you shall find that I am a man of honour — yet I have one scruple of conscience —

Dor.

I warrant you will not want some naughty argument or other to satisfie your self — I hope you are afraid of betraying your friend ?

Pala.

Of betraying my friend ! I am more afraid of being betray'd by you to my friend . You women now are got into the way of telling first your selves : a man who has any care of his reputation will be loath to trust it with you .

Dor.

O you charge your faults upon our Sex : you men are like Cocks , you never make love , but you clap your wings , and crow when you have done .

Pala.

Nay , rather you women are like Hens ; you never lay , but you cackle an hour after , to discover your Nest — But I 'll venture it for once .

Dor.

To convince you that you are in the wrong , I 'll retire into the dark Grotto , to my devotion , and make so little noise , that it shall be impossible for you to find me .

Pala.

But if I find you —

Dor.

Ay , if you find me — But I 'll put you to search in more corners then you imagine .

She runs in , and he after her . Enter Rhodophil and Melantha . Mel.

Let me die , but this solitude , and that Grotto are scandalous ; I 'll go no further ; besides , you have a sweet Lady of your own .

Rho.

But a sweet Mistris , now and then , makes my sweet Lady so much more sweet .

Mel.

I hope you will not force me ?

Rho.

But I will , if you desire it .

Pala.

( Within ) Where the devil are you , Madam ? S'death , I begin to be weary of this hide and seek : if you stay a little longer , till the fit 's over , I 'll hide in my turn , and put you to the finding me . He enters , and sees Rhodophil and Melantha . How ! Rhodophil and my Mistris !

Mel.

My servant to apprehend me ! this is Surprenant au dernièr .

Rho.

I must on ; there 's nothing but impudence can help me out .

Pala.

Rhodophil , How came you hither in so good company ?

Rho.

As you see , Palamede ; an effect of pure friendship ; I was not able to live without you .

Pala.

But what makes my Mistris with you ?

Rho.

Why , I heard you were here alone , and could not in civility but bring her to you .

Mel.

You 'll pardon the effects of a passion which I may now avow for you , if it transported me beyond the rules of bien seance .

Pala.

But who told you I was here ? they that told you that , may tell you more , for ought I know .

Rho.

O , for that matter , we had intelligence .

Pala.

But let me tell you , we came hither so very privately , that you could not trace us .

Rho.

Us ? what us ? you are alone .

Pala.

Us ! the devil 's in me for mistaking : me , I meant . Or us ; that is , you are me , or I you , as we are friends : that 's us .

Dor.

Palamede , Palamede . Within .

Rho.

I should know that voice ? who 's within there , that calls you ?

Pala.

Faith I can't imagine ; I believe the place is haunted .

Dor.

Palamede , Palamede , All-cocks hidden . Within .

Pala.

Lord , lord , what shall I do ? Well , dear friend , to let you see I scorn to be jealous , and that I dare trust my Mistris with you , take her back , for I would not willingly have her frighted , and I am resolv'd to see who 's there ; I 'll not be danted with a Bug-bear , that 's certain : prethee dispute it not , it shall be so ; nay , do not put me to swear , but go quickly : there 's an effect of pure friendship for you now .

Enter Doralice , and looks amaz'd , seeing them . Rho.

Doralice ! I am thunder-struck to see you here .

Pala.

So am I ! quite thunder-struck . Was it you that call●d me within ? ( I must be impudent . )

Rho.

How came you hither , Spouse ?

Pala.

Ay , how came you hither ? And , which is more , how could you be here without my knowledge ?

Dor.

( To her husband ) O , Gentleman , have I caught you i'faith ! have I broke forth in ambush upon you ! I thought my suspicions would prove true .

Rho. Suspicions ! this is very fine , Spouse ! Prethee what suspicions ? Dor.

O , you feign ignorance : why , of you and Melantha ; here have I staid these two hours , waiting with all the rage of a passionate , loving wife , but infinitely jealous , to take you two in the manner ; for hither I was certain you would come .

Rho.

But you are mistaken , Spouse , in the occasion ; for we came hither on purpose to find Palamede , on intelligence he was gone before .

Pala.

I 'll be hang'd then if the same party who gave you intelligence , I was here , did not tell your wife you would come hither : now I smell the malice on 't on both sides .

Dor.

Was it so , think you ? nay , then , I 'll confess my part of the malice too . As soon as ever I spi'd my husband and Melantha come together , I had a strange temptation to make him jealous in revenge ; and that made me call Palamede , Palamede , as though there had been an Intrigue between us .

Mel.

Nay , I avow , there was an apparence of an Intrigue between us too .

Pala.

To see how things will come about !

Rho.

And was it onely thus , my dear Doralice ? Embraces .

Dor.

And did I wrong none , Rhodophil , with a false suspicion ? Embracing him .

Pala.

( Aside ) Now am I confident we had all four the same design : 't is a pretty odd kind of game this , where each of us plays for double stakes : this is just thrust and parry with the same motion ; I am to get his Wife , and yet to guard my own Mistris . But I am vilely suspitious , that , while I conquer in the Right Wing , I shall be routed in the Left : for both our women will certainly betray their party , because they are each of them for gaining of two , as well as we ; and I much fear , If their necessities and ours were known , They have more need of two , then we of one .

Exeunt , embracing one another .
ACT IV.
SCENE I. Enter Leonidas , musing , Amalthea following him . Amal. YOnder he is , and I must speak , or die ; And yet 't is death to speak ; yet he must know I have a passion for him , and may know it With a less blush ; because to offer it To his low fortunes , shows I lov'd before , His person , not his greatness . Leon. First scorn'd , and now commanded from the Court ! The King is good ; but he is wrought to this By proud Argaleon's malice . What more disgrace can Love and Fortune joyn T' inflict upon one man ? I cannot now Behold my dear Palmyra : she , perhaps , too Is grown asham'd of a mean ill-plac'd love . Amal. Assist me , Venus , for I tremble when Aside . I am to speak , but I must force my self . Sir , I would crave but one short minute with you , To him . And some few words . Leon. — The proud Argaleon's sister ! Aside . Amal. Alas , it will not out ; shame stops my mouth . Aside . Pardon my errour , Sir , I was mistaken , And took you for another . Leon. In spight of all his guards , I 'll see Palmyra ; Aside . Though meanly born , I have a Kingly Soul yet . Amal. I stand upon a precipice , where fain Aside . I would retire , but Love still thrusts me on : Now I grow bolder , and will speak to him . Sir , 't is indeed to you that I would speak , To him . And if — Leon. O , you are sent to scorn my fortunes ; Your Sex and Beauty are your priviledge ; But should your Brother — Amal. Now he looks angry , and I dare not speak . I had some business with you , Sir , But 't is not worth your knowledge . Leon. Then 't will be charity to let me mourn My griefs alone , for I am much disorder'd . Amal. 'T will be more charity to mourn 'em with you : Heav'n knows I pity you . Leon. — Your pity , Madam , Is generous , but 't is unavailable . Amal. You know not till 't is tri'd . Your sorrows are no secret ; you have lost A Crown , and Mistris . Leon. — Are not these enough ? Hang two such weights on any other soul , And see if it can bear ' em . Amal. More ; you are banish'd , by my Brother's means , And ne'r must hope again to see your Princess ; Except as Pris'ners view fair Walks and Streets , And careless Passengers going by their grates , To make 'em feel the want of liberty . But , worse then all , The King this morning has injoyn'd his Daughter T' accept my Brother's love . Leon. — Is this your pity ? You aggravate my griefs , and print 'em deeper In new and heavier stamps . Amal. 'T is as Physicians show the desperate ill T' indear their Art , by mittigating pains They cannot wholly cure : when you despair Of all you wish , some part of it , because Unhop'd for , may be grateful ; and some other — Leon. What other ? Amal. Some other may — My shame again has seiz'd me , and I can go Aside . No farther — Leon. These often failing , sighs , and interruptions , Make me imagine you have grief like mine : Have you ne'r lov'd ? Amal. — I ? never : 't is in vain ; I must despair in silence . Aside . Leon. You come as I suspected then , to mock , At least observe my griefs : take it not ill That I must leave you . Is going . Amal. You must not go with these unjust opinions . Command my life , and fortunes ; you are wise , Think , and think well , what I can do to serve you . Leon. I have but one thing in my thoughts and wishes : If by your means I can obtain the sight Of my ador'd Palmyra ; or , what 's harder , One minutes time , to tell her , I die hers . She starts back . I see I am not to expect it from you ; Nor could , indeed , with reason . Amal. Name any other thing : is Amalthea So despicable , she can serve your wishes In this alone ? Leon. — If I should ask of heav'n , I have no other suit . Amal. To show you , then , I can deny you nothing , Though 't is more hard to me then any other , Yet I will do 't for you . Leon. Name quickly , name the means , speak my good Angel. Amal. Be not so much o'rjoy'd ; for , if you are , I 'll rather dye then do 't . This night the Court Will be in Masquerade ; You shall attend on me ; in that disguise You may both see and speak to her , If you dare venture it . Leon. Yes , were a God her Guardian , And bore in each hand thunder . I would venture . Amal. Farewell then ; two hours hence I will expect you : My heart 's so full , that I can stay no longer . Exit . Leon. Already it grows dusky ; I 'll prepare With haste for my disguise . But who are these ? Enter Hermogenes and Eubulus . Her. 'T is he ; we need not fear to speak to him . Eub. Leonidas . Leonidas . — Sure I have known that voice . Her. You have some reason , Sir ; 't is Eubulus , Who bred you with the Princess ; and , departing , Bequeath'd you to my care . Leon. My Foster , Father ! let my knees express Kneeling . My joys for your return ! Eub. Rise , Sir , you must not kneel . Leon. — E'r since you left me , I have been wandring in a maze of fate , Led by false fires of a fantastick glory , And the vain lustre of imagin'd Crowns , But , ah ! why would you leave me ? or how could you Absent yourself so long ? Eub. I 'll give you a most just account of both : And something more I have to tell you , which I know must cause your wonder ; but this place , Though almost hid in darkness , is not safe . Already I discern some coming towards us Torches appear . With lights , who may discover me . Hermogenes , Your lodgings are hard by , and much more private . Her. There you may freely speak . Leon. — Let us make haste ; For some affairs , and of no small importance , Call me another way . Exeunt . Enter Palamede and Rhodophil , with Vizor Masques in their hands , and Torches before ' em . Pala.

We shall have noble sport to night , Rhodophil ; this Masquerading is a most glorious invention .

Rho.

I believe it was invented first by some jealous Lover , to discover the haunts of his Jilting Mistris ; or , perhaps , by some distressed servant , to gain an opportunity with a jealous man's wife .

Pala.

No , it must be the invention of a woman , it has so much of subtilty and love in it .

Rho.

I am sure 't is extremely pleasant ; for to go unknown , is the next degree to going invisible .

Pala.

What with our antique habits , and feign'd voices , do you know me ? and I know you ? Methinks we move and talk just like so many over-grown Puppets .

Rho.

Masquerade is onely Vizor-masque improv'd , a heightning of the same fashion .

Pala.

No ; Masquerade is Vizor-masque in debauch ; and I like it the better for 't : for , with a Vizor-masque , we fool our selves into courtship , for the sake of an eye that glanc'd ; or a hand that stole it self out of the glove sometimes , to give us a sample of the skin : but in Masquerade there is nothing to be known , she 's all Terra incognita , and the bold discoverer leaps ashoar , and takes his lot among the wild Indians and Salvages , without the vile consideration of safety to his person , or of beauty , or wholesomeness in his Mistris .

Enter Beliza . Rho.

Beliza , what make you here ?

Bel.

Sir , my Lady sent me after you , to let you know , she finds her self a little indispos'd , so that she cannot be at Court , but is retir'd to rest , in her own appartment , where she shall want the happiness of your dear embraces to night .

Rho.

A very fine phrase , Beliza , to let me know my wife desires to lie alone .

Pala.

I doubt , Rhodophil , you take the pains sometimes to instruct your wife's Woman in these elegancies .

Rho.

Tell my dear Lady , that since I must be so unhappy as not to wait on her to night , I will lament bitterly for her absence . 'T is true , I shall be at Court , but I will take no divertisement there ; and when I return to my solitary bed , if I am so forgetful of my passion as to sleep , I will dream of her ; and betwixt sleep and waking , put out my foot towards her side , for mid-night consolation ; and not finding her , I will 〈…〉 imagine my self a most desolate widower .

Bel.

I shall do your commands , Sir. Exit .

Rho.

( Aside ) She 's sick as aptly for my purpose , as if she had contriv'd it so : well , if ever woman was a help-meet for man , my Spouse is so ; for within this hour I receiv'd a Note from Melantha , that she would meet me this evening in Masquerade in Boys habit , to rejoyce with me before she entred into fetters ; for I find she loves me better then Palamede , onely because he 's to be her husband . There 's something of antipathy in the word Marriage to the nature of love ; marriage is the meer Ladle of affection , that cools it when 't is never so fiercely boiling over .

Pala.

Dear Rhodophil , I must needs beg your pardon ; there is an occasion fall'n out which I had forgot : I cannot be at Court to night .

Rho.

Dear Palamede , I am sorry we shall not have one course together at the herd ; but I find your Game lies single : good fortune to you with your Mistris . Exit .

Pala.

He has wish'd me good fortune with his Wife : there 's no sin in this then , there 's fair leave given . Well , I must go visit the sick ; I cannot resist the temptations of my charity . O what a difference will she find betwixt a dull resty Husband , and a quick vigorous Lover ! he sets out like a Carrier's Horse , plodding on , because he knows he must , with the Bells of Matrimony chiming so melancholly about his neck , in pain till he 's at his journeys end , and dispairing to get thither , he is fain to fortifie imagination with the thoughts of another woman : I , take heat after heat , like a well-breath'd Courser , and — But hark , what noise is that ? swords ! Clashing of Swords within .

Nay , then have with you . Exit Palamede .

Re-enter Palamede , with Rhodophil : and Doralice in man's habit . Rho.

Friend , your relief was very timely , otherwise I had been oppress'd .

Pala.

What was the quarrel ?

Rho.

What I did , was in rescue of this Youth .

Pala.

What cause could he give ' em ?

Dor.

The cause was nothing but onely the common cause of fighting in Masquerades : they were drunk , and I was sober .

Rho.

Have they not hurt you ?

Dor.

No ; but I am exceeding ill , with the fright on 't .

Pala.

Let 's lead him to some place where he may refresh himself .

Rho.

Do you conduct him then .

Pala.

( Aside ) How cross this happens to my design of going to Doralice ! for I am confident she was sick on purpose that I should visit her . Hark you , Rhodophil , could not you take care of the stripling ? I am partly engag'd to night .

Rho.

You know I have business : but come , Youth , if it must be so .

Dor.

( To Rhodophil ) No , good Sir , do not give your self that trouble ; I shall be safer , and better pleas'd with your friend here .

Rho.

Farewell then ; once more I wish you a good adventure .

Pala.

Damn this kindness ! now must I be troubled with this young Rogue , and miss my opportunity with Doralice .

Exit Rhodophil alone , Palamede with Doralice .
SCENE II. Enter Polydamas . Argaleon counsel'd well to banish him , He has , I know not what , Of greatness in his looks , and of high fate , That almost awes me ; but I fear my Daughter , Who hourly moves me for him , and I mark'd She sigh'd when I but nam'd Argaleon to her . But see , the Maskers : hence my cares , this night , At least take truce , and find me on my pillow . Enter the Princess in Masquerade , with Ladies : at the other end , Argaleon and Gentlemen in Masquerade : then Leonidas leading Amalthea . The King sits . A Dance . After the Dance , Amal. ( To Leonidas ) That 's the Princess ; I saw the habit ere she put it on . Leon. I know her by a thousand other signs , She cannot hide so much Divinity . Disguis'd , and silent , yet some graceful motion Breaks from her , and shines round her like a Glory . Goes to Palmyra . Amal. Thus she reveals her self , and knows it not : Like Love's Dark-lantern I direct his steps , And yet he sees not that which gives him light . Palm . I know you ; but , alas , Leonidas , To Leonidas . Why should you tempt this danger on your self ? Leon. Madam , you know me not , if you believe I would not hazard greater for your sake : But you , I fear , are chang'd . Palm . No , I am still the same ; But there are many things became Palmyra Which ill become the Princess . Leon. — I ask nothing Which Honour will not give you leave to grant : One hours short audience , at my fathers house , You cannot sure refuse me . Palm . Perhaps I should , did I consult strict vertue ; But something must be given to Love and you . When would you I should come ? Leon. This evening , with the speediest opportunity . I have a secret to discover to you , Which will surprise , and please you . Palm . — 'T is enough . Go now ; for we may be observ'd and known . I trust your honour ; give me not occasion To blame my self , or you . Leon. You never shall repent your good opinion . Kisses her hand , and Exit . Arga. I cannot be deceiv'd ; that is the Princess : One of her Maids betray'd the habit to me ; But who was he with whom she held discourse ? 'T is one she favours , for he kiss'd her hand . Our shapes are like , our habits near the same : She may mistake , and speak to me for him . I am resolv'd , I 'll satisfie my doubts , Though to be more tormented . Exit . SONG . 1. WHil'st Alexis lay prest In her Arms he lov'd best , With his hands round her neck , And his head on her breast , He found the fierce pleasure too hasty to stay , And his soul in the tempest just flying away . 2. When Coelia saw this , With a sigh , and a kiss , She cry'd , Oh my dear , I am robb'd of my bliss ; 'T is unkind to your Love , and unfaithfully done , To leave me behind you , and die all alone . 3. The Youth , though in haste , And breathing his last , In pity dy'd slowly , while she dy'd more fast ; Till at length she cry'd , Now , my dear , now let us go , Now die , my Alexis , and I will die too . 4. Thus intranc'd they did lie , Till Alexis did try To recover new breath , that again he might die : Then often they di'd ; but the more they did so , The Nymph di'd more quick , and the Shepherd more slow . Another Dance . After it , Argaleon re-enters , and stands by the Princess . Palm . Leonidas , what means this quick return ? To Arga. Arga. O heav'n ! 't is what I fear'd . Palm . Is ought of moment happen'd since you went ? Arga. No , Madam , but I understood not fully Your last commands . Palm . — And yet you answer'd to ' em . Retire ; you are too indiscreet a Lover : I 'll meet you where I promis'd . Exit . Arga. O my curst fortune ! what have I discover'd ? But I will be reveng'd . Whispers to the King. Poly. But are you certain you are not deceiv'd ? Arga. Upon my life . Poly. — Her honour is concern'd . Somewhat I 'll do ; but I am yet distracted , And know not where to fix . I wish'd a child , And Heav'n , in anger , granted my request . So blind we are , our wishes are so vain , That what we most desire , proves most our pain . Exeunt omnes .
SCENE III. An Eating-house . Bottles of Wine on the Table . Palamede ; and Doralice in Man's habit . Don.

( Aside ) Now cannot I find in my heart to discover my self , though I long he should know me .

Pala.

I tell thee , Boy , now I have seen thee safe , I must be gone : I have no leisure to throw away on thy raw conversation : I am a person that understand better things , I.

Dor.

Were I a woman , Oh how you 'd admire me ! cry up every word I said , and scrue your face into a submissive smile ; as I have seen a dull Gallant act Wit , and counterfeit pleasantness , when he whispers to a great Person in a Play-house ; smile , and look briskly , when the other answers , as if something of extraordinary had past betwixt 'em , when , heaven knows , there was nothing else but , What a clock does your Lordship think it is ? and my Lord's repertee is , 'T is almost Park-time : or , at most , Shall we out of the Pit , and go behind the Scenes for an Act or two ? And yet such fine things as these , would be wit in a Mistris's mouth .

Pala.

Ay , Boy ; there 's Dame Nature in the case : he who cannot find wit in a Mistris , deserves to find nothing else , Boy . But these are riddles to thee , child , and I have not leisure to instruct thee ; I have affairs to dispatch , great affairs ; I am a man of business .

Dor.

Come , you shall not go : you have no affairs but what you may dispatch here , to my knowledge .

Pala.

I find now , thou art a Boy of more understanding then I thought thee ; a very lewd wicked Boy : o' my conscience thou wouldst debauch me , and hast some evil designs upon my person .

Dor.

You are mistaken , Sir ; I would onely have you show me a more lawful reason why you would leave me , then I can why you should not , and I 'll not stay you ; for I am not so young , but I understand the necessities of flesh and bloud , and the pressing occasions of mankind , as well as you .

Pala.

A very forward and understanding Boy ! Thou art in great danger of a Pages wit , to be brisk at 14 , and dull at 20. But I 'll give thee no further account ; I must , and will go .

Dor.

My life on 't , your Mistris is not at home .

Pala.

This Imp will make me very angry . I tell thee , young Sir , she is at home ; and at home for me ; and , which is more , she is abed for me , and sick for me .

Dor.

For you onely ?

Pala.

Ay , for me onely .

Dor.

But how do you know she 's sick abed ?

Pala.

She sent her Husband word so .

Dor.

And are you such a novice in Love , to believe a Wife's message to her Husband ?

Pala.

Why , what the devil should be her meaning else ?

Dor.

It may be , to go in Masquerade as well as you ; to observe your haunts , and keep you company without your knowledge .

Pala.

Nay , I 'll trust her for that : she loves me too well , to disguise her self from me .

Dor.

If I were she , I would disguise on purpose to try your wit ; and come to my servant like a Riddle , Read me , and take me .

Pala.

I could know her in any shape : my good Genius would prompt me to find out a handsome woman : there 's something in her , that would attract me to her without my knowledge .

Dor.

Then you make a Load-stone of your Mistris ?

Pala.

Yes , and I carry Steel about me , which has been so often touch'd , that it never fails to point to the North Pole.

Dor.

Yet still my mind gives me that you have met her disguis'd to night , and have not known her .

Pala.

This is the most pragmatical conceited little fellow , he will needs understand my business better then my self . I tell thee , once more , thou dost not know my Mistris .

Dor.

And I tell you , once more , that I know her better then you do .

Pala.

The Boy 's resolv'd to have the last word , I find I must go without reply . Exit .

Dor.

Ah mischief , I have lost him with my fooling . Palamede , Palamede .

He returns . She plucks off her Perruke , and puts it on again when he knows her . Pala.

O Heavens ! is it you , Madam ?

Dor.

Now , where was your good Genius , that would prompt you to find me out ?

Pala.

Why , you see I was not deceiv'd ; you , your self , were my good Genius .

Dor.

But where was the Steel , that knew the Load-stone ? ha ?

Pala.

The truth is , Madam , the Steel has lost its vertue ; and therefore , if you please , we 'll new touch it .

Enter Rhodophil ; and Melantha in Boy 's habit . Rhodophil sees Palamede kissing Doralice 's hand . Rho.

Palamede again ! am I fall'n into your quarters ? What ? ingaging with a Boy ? is all honourable ?

Pala.

O , very honourable on my side . I was just chastising this young Villain ; he was running away , without paying his share of the reckoning .

Rho.

Then I find I was deceiv'd in him .

Pala.

Yes , you are deceiv'd in him : 't is the archest rogue , if you did but know him .

Mel.

Good Rhodophil , let us get off al-a derobbée , for fear I should be discover'd .

Rho.

There 's no retiring now ; I warrant you for discovery : now have I the oddest thought , to entertain you before your Servants face , and he never the wiser ; 't will be the prettiest jugling trick to cheat him when he looks upon us .

Mel.

This is the strangest caprice in you .

Pala.

( To Doralice ) This Rhodophil's the unluckiest fellow to me ! this is now the second time he has bar'd the Dice when we were just ready to have nick'd him ; but if ever I get the Box again —

Dor. Do you think he will not know me ? Am I like my self ? Pala.

No more then a Picture in the Hangings .

Dor.

Nay , then he can never discover me , now the wrong side of the Arras is turn'd towards him .

Pala.

At least , 't will be some pleasure to me , to enjoy what freedom I can while he looks on ; I will storm the Out-works of Matrimony even before his face .

Rho.

What Wine have you there , Palamede ?

Pala.

Old Chios , or the rogue 's damn'd that drew it .

Rho.

Come , to the most constant of Mistresses , that I believe is yours , Palamede .

Dor.

Pray spare your Seconds ; for my part I am but a weak Brother .

Pala.

Now , to the truest of Turtles ; that is your Wife , Rhodophil , that lies sick at home in the bed of honour .

Rho.

Now let 's have one common health , and so have done .

Dor.

Then , for once , I 'll begin it . Here 's to him that has the fairest Lady of Sicily in Masquerade to night .

Pala.

This is such an obliging health , I 'll kiss thee , dear Rogue , for thy invention Kisses her .

Rho.

He who has this Lady , is a happy man , without dispute . — I 'm most concern'd in this , I am sure . Aside .

Pala.

Was it not well found out , Rhodophil ?

Mel.

Ay , this was bien trouvée indeed .

Dor.

( To Melantha . ) I suppose I shall do you a kindness to enquire if you have not been in France , Sir ?

Mel.

To do you service , Sir.

Dor.

O , Monsieur , vot valet bien humble . Saluting her .

Mel.

Votrè esclaue , Monsieur , de tout Mon Coeur .

Returning the salute . Dor.

I suppose , sweet Sir , you are the hope and joy of some thriving Citizen , who has pinch'd himself at home , to breed you abroad , where you have learnt your Exercises , as it appears most aukwardly , and are returned with the addition of a new-lac'd bosom and a Clap , to your good old father , who looks at you with his mouth , while you spout French with your Man Monsieur .

Pala.

Let me kiss thee again for that , dear Rogue .

Mel.

And you , I imagine , are my young Master , whom your Mother durst not trust upon salt water , but left you to be your own Tutour at fourteen , to be very brisk and entreprenant , to endeavour to be debauch'd ere you have learnt the knack on 't , to value your self upon a Clap before you can get it , and to make it the height of your ambition to get a Player for your Mistris .

Rho.

( embracing Mel. ) O dear young Bully , thou hast tickled him with a repertee i'faith .

Mel.

You are one of those that applaud our Countrey Plays , where drums , and trumpets , and bloud , and wounds , are wit.

Rho.

Again , my Boy ? let me kiss thee most abundantly .

Dor.

You are an admirer of the dull French Poetry , which is so thin , that it is the very Leaf-gold of Wit , the very Wafers and whip'd Cream of sense , for which a man opens his mouth and gapes , to swallow nothing : and to be an admirer of such profound dulness , one must be endow'd with a great perfection of impudence and ignorance .

Pala.

Let me embrace thee most vehemently .

Mel.

I 'll sacrifice my life for French Poetry . Advancing .

Dor.

I 'll die upon the spot for our Countrey Wit.

Rho.

( to Melantha . ) Hold , hold , young Mars : Palamede , draw back your Hero.

Pala.

'T is time ; I shall be drawn in for a Second else at the wrong weapon .

Mel.

O that I were a man for thy sake !

Dor.

You 'll be a man as soon as I shall .

Enter a Messenger to Rhodophil . Mess. Sir , the King has instant business with you . I saw the Guard drawn up by your Lieutenant Before the Palace-gate ▪ ready to march . Rhod. 'T is somewhat sodain ; say that I am coming Exit Messenger ▪ Now , Palamede , what think you of this sport ? This is some suddain tumult : will you along ? Pala.

Yes , yes , I will go ; but the devil take me if ever I was less in humour . Why , the pox , could they not have staid their tumult till to morrow ? then I had done my business , and been ready for ' em . Truth is , I had a little transitory crime to have committed first ; and I am the worst man in the world at repenting , till a sin be throughly done : but what shall we do with the two Boys ?

Rho.

Let them take a lodging in the house till the business be over .

Dor.

What , lie with a Boy ? for my part , I own it , I cannot endure to lie with a Boy .

Pala.

The more 's my sorrow , I cannot accommodate you with a better bed-fellow .

Mel.

Let me die , if I enter into a pair of sheets with him that hates the French.

Dor.

Pish , take no care for us , but leave us in the streets ; I warrant you , as late as it is , I 'll find my lodging as well as any drunken Bully of 'em all .

Rho.

I 'll fight in meer revenge , and wreak my passion Aside . On all that spoil this hopeful assignation .

Pala. I 'm sure we fight in a good quarrel : Rogues may pretend Religion , and the Laws ; But a kind Mistris is the Good old Cause . Exeunt .
SCENE IV. Enter Palmyra , Eubulus , Hermogenes . Palm . You tell me wonders ; that Leonidas Is Prince Theagenes , the late King's Son. Eub. It seem'd as strange to him , as now to you , Before I had convinc'd him ; But , besides His great resemblance to the King his Father , The Queen his Mother lives , secur'd by me In a Religious House ; to whom each year I brought the news of his increasing virtues . My last long absence from you both , was caus'd By wounds which , in my journey , I receiv'd , When set upon by thieves ; I lost those Jewels And Letters , which your dying Mother left . Her. The same he means , which , since , brought to the King , 〈◊〉 him first know he had a Child alive : 'T was then my care of Prince Leonidas Caus'd me to say he was th' Usurpers Son ; Till , after forc'd by your apparent danger , I made the true discovery of your birth , And once more hid my Prince's . Enter Leonidas . Leon. Hermogenes , and Eubulus , retire ; Those of our party , whom I left without , Expect your aid and counsel . Exeunt ambo . Palm . I should , Leonidas , congratulate This happy change of your exalted fate ; But , as my joy , so you my wonder move ; Your looks have more of Business , then of Love : And your last words some great design did show . Leon. I frame not any to be hid from you . You , in my love , all my designs may see ; But what have love and you design'd for me ? Fortune , once more , has set the ballance right First , equall'd us , in lowness ; then , in height . Both of us have so long , like Gamesters , thrown , Till Fate comes round , and gives to each his own . As Fate is equal , so may Love appear : Tell me , at least , what I must hope , or fear . Palm . After so many proofs , how can you call My love in doubt ? Fear nothing ; and hope , all . Think what a Prince , with honour , may receive , Or I may give without a Parents leave . Leon. You give , and then restrain the grace you show ; As ostentatious Priests , when Souls they wooe , Promise their Heav'n to all , but grant to few . But do for me , what I have dar'd for you . I did no argument from duty bring : Duty 's a Name ; and Love 's a Real thing . Palm . Man's love may , like wild torrents , over-flow ; Woman 's as deep , but in its banks must go . My love is mine ; and that I can impart ; But cannot give my person , with my heart . Leon. Your love is then no gift : For when the person it does not convey , 'T is to give Gold , and not to give the Key . Palm . Then ask my Father . Leon. — He detains my Throne : Who holds back mine , will hardly give his own . Palm . What then remains ? Leon. — That I must have recourse To Arms ; and take my Love and Crown , by force . Hermogenes is forming the design ; And with him , all the brave and loyal joyn . Palm . And is it thus you court Palmyra's bed ? Can she the murd'rer of her Parent wed ? Desist from force : so much you well may give To Love , and Me , to let my Father live . Leon. Each act of mine my love to you has shown ; But you , who tax my want of it , have none . You bid me part with you , and let him live ; But they should nothing ask , who nothing give . Palm . I give what vertue and what duty can , In vowing ne'r to wed another man. Leon. You will be forc'd to be Argaleon's wife . Palm . I 'll keep my promise , though I lose my life . Leon. Then you lose Love , for which we both contend ; For Life is but the means , but Love 's the end . Palm . Our Souls shall love hereafter . Leon. — I much fear , That Soul which could deny the Body here , To taste of love , would be a niggard there . Palm . Then 't is past hope : our cruel fate , I see , Will make a sad divorce 'twixt you and me . For , if you force employ , by Heav'n I swear , And all bless'd Beings , — Leon. — Your rash Oath forbear . Palm . I never — Leon. — Hold once more . But , yet , as he Who scapes a dang'rous leap , looks back to see ; So I desire , now I am past my fear , To know what was that Oath you meant to swear . Palm . I meant that if you hazarded your life , Or sought my Fathers , ne'r to be your Wife . Leon. See now , Palmyra , how unkind you prove ! Could you , with so much ease , forswear my love ? Palm . You force me with your ruinous design . Leon. Your Father's life is more your care , then Mine . Palm . You wrong me : 't is not ; though it ought to be ; You are my Care , heav'n knows , as well as he . Leon. If now the execution I delay , My Honour , and my Subjects , I betray . All is prepar'd for the just enterprize ; And the whole City will to morrow rise . The Leaders of the party are within , And Eubulus has sworn that he will bring , To head their Arms , the person of their King. Palm . In telling this , you make me guilty too ; I therefore must discover what I know : What Honour bids you do , Nature bids me prevent ; But kill me first , and then pursue your black intent . Leon. Palmyra , no ; you shall not need to die ; Yet I 'll not trust so strict a piety . Within there . Enter Eubulus . — Eubulus , a Guard prepare ; Here , I commit this pris'ner to your care . Kisses Palmyra 's hand ; then gives it to Eubulus , Palm . Leonidas , I never thought these bands Could e'r be giv'n me by a Lover's hands . Leon. Palmyra , thus your Judge himself arraigns ; kneeling . He who impos'd these bonds , still wears your chains : When you to Love or Duty false must be , Or to your Father guilty , or to me , These chains , alone , remain to set you free . Noise of swords clashing . Poly. ( within ) Secure these , first ; then search the inner room . Leon. From whence do these tumultuous clamours come ? Enter Hermogenes , hastily . Her. We are betray'd ; and there remains alone This comfort , that your person is not known . Enter the King , Argaleon , Rhodophil , Palamede , Guards ; some like Citizens as prisoners . Poly. What mean this midnight-consultations here , Where I , like an unsummon'd guest , appear ? Leon. Sir — Arga. — There needs no excuse ; 't is understood ; You were all watching for your Prince's good . Poly. My reverend City-friends , you are well met ! On what great work were your grave wisdoms set ? Which of my actions were you scanning here ? What French invasion have you found to fear ? Leon. They are my friends ; and come , Sir , with intent To take their leaves before my banishment . Poly. Your exile , in both sexes friends can find : I see the Ladies , like the men , are kind . Seeing Palmyra . Palm . Alas , I came but — kneeling . Poly. — Adde not to your crime A lie : I 'll hear you speak some other time . How ? Eubulus ! nor time , nor thy disguise , Can keep thee , undiscover'd , from my eyes . A Guard there ; seize 'em all . Rho. Yield , Sir ; what use of valour can be shown ? Pal. One , and unarm'd , against a multitude ! O for a sword ! He reaches at one of the Guards Halberds , and is seiz'd behind . — I w'not lose my breath In fruitless pray'rs ; but beg a speedy death . Palm . O spare Leonidas , and punish me . Poly. Mean Girl , thou want'st an Advocate for thee . Now the mysterious knot will be unty'd ; Whether the young King lives , or where he dy'd : To morrows dawn shall the dark riddle clear ; Crown all my joys ; and dissipate my fear . Exeunt omnes .
ACT V.
SCENE I. Palamede , Straton . Palamede with a Letter in his hand . Pal.

THis evening , say'st thou ? will they both be here ?

Stra.

Yes Sir ; both my old Master , and your Mistris's Father : the old Gentlemen ride hard this journey ; they say , it shall be the last time they will see the Town ; and both of 'em are so pleas'd with this marriage , which they have concluded for you , that I am afraid they will live some years longer to trouble you , with the joy of it .

Pal.

But this is such an unreasonable thing , to impose upon me to be marri'd to morrow ; 't is hurrying a man to execution , without giving him time to say his pray'rs .

Stra.

Yet , if I might advise you , Sir , you should not delay it : for your younger Brother comes up with 'em , and is got already into their favours . He has gain'd much upon my old Master , by finding fault with Inn-keepers Bills , and by starving us , and our Horses , to show his frugality ; and he is very well with your Mistris's Father , by giving him Receipts for the Splene , Gout , and Scurvy , and other infirmities of old age .

Pal.

I 'll rout him , and his Countrey education : Pox on him , I remember him before I travell'd , he had nothing in him but meer Jocky ; us'd to talk loud , and make matches , and was all for the crack of the field : sense and wit were as much banish'd from his discourse , as they are when the Court goes out of Town to a Horse-race . Go now and provide your Master's Lodgings .

Stra.

I go , Sir. Exit .

Pal.

It vexes me to the heart , to leave all my designs with Doralice unfinish'd ; to have flown her so often to a mark , and still to be bob'd at retrieve : if I had but once enjoy'd her , though I could not have satisfi'd my stomach , with the feast , at least I should have relish'd my mouth a little ; but now —

Enter Philotis . Phil.

Oh , Sir , you are happily met ; I was coming to find you .

Pal.

From your Lady , I hope .

Phil.

Partly from her ; but more especially from my self : she has just now receiv'd a Letter from her Fathet , with an absolute command to dispose her self to marry you to morrow .

Pal.

And she takes it to the death ?

Phil.

Quite contrary : the Letter could never have come in a more lucky minute ; for it found her in an ill humour with a Rival of yours , that shall be nameless , about the pronunciation of a French word .

Pal.

Count Rhodophil ; never disguise it , I know the Amour : but I hope you took the occasion to strike in for me ?

Phil.

It was my good fortune to do you some small service in it ; for your sake I discommended him all over : cloaths , person , humour , behaviour , every thing ; and to sum up all , told her , It was impossible to find a marri'd man that was otherwise ; for they were all so mortifi'd at home with their wives ill humours , that they could never recover themselves to be company abroad .

Pal.

Most divinely urg'd !

Phil.

Then I took occasion to commend your good qualities : as , the sweetness of your humour , the comeliness of your person , your good Meene , your valour ; but , above all , your liberality .

Pal.

I vow to Gad I had like to have forgot that good quality in my self , if thou had'st not remember'd me on 't : here are five Pieces for thee .

Phil.

Lord , you have the softest hand , Sir ! it would do a woman good to touch it : Count Rhodophil's is not half so soft ; for I remember I felt it once , when he gave me ten Pieces for my New-years gift .

Pal.

O , I understand you , Madam ; you shall find my hand as soft again as Count Rhodophil's : there are twenty Pieces for you . The former was but a Retaining Fee ; now I hope you 'l plead for me .

Phil.

Your own merits speak enough . Be sure onely to ply her with French words , and I 'll warrant you 'll do your business . Here are a list of her phrases for this day : use 'em to her upon all occasions , and foil her at her own weapon ; for she 's like one of the old Amazons , she 'l never marry , except it be the man who has first conquer'd her .

Pal.

I 'll be sure to follow your advice : but you 'll forget to further my design .

Phil.

What , do you think I 'll be ungrateful ? — But , however , if you distrust my memory , put some token on my finger to remember it by : that Diamond there would do admirably .

Pal.

There 't is ; and I ask your pardon heartily for calling your memory into question : I assure you I 'll trust it another time , without putting you to the trouble of another token .

Enter Palmyra and Artemis . Art. Madam , this way the prisoners are to pass ; Here you may see Leonidas . Palm . Then here I 'll stay , and follow him to death . Enter Melantha hastily . Mela.

O , here 's her Highness ! Now is my time to introduce my self , and to make my court to her , in my new French phrases . Stay let me read my catalogue — suitte , figure , chagrin , naivete , and let me die for the Parenthesis of all .

Pal.

( aside ) Do , persecute her ; and I 'll persecute thee as fast in thy own dialect .

Mel.

Madam the Princess ! let me die ▪ but this is a most horrid spectacle , to see a person who makes so grand a figure in the Court , without the Suitte of a Princess , and entertaining your Chagrin all alone ; ( Naivete should have been there , but the disobedient word would not come in . )

Palm .

What is she , Artemis ?

Art.

An impertinent Lady , Madam ; very ambitious of being known to your Highness .

Pal.

( to Melantha ) Let me die . Madam , if I have not waited you here these two long hours ▪ without so much as the Suitte of a single Servant to attend me ; entertaining my self with my own Chagrin , till I had the honour to see your Ladiship , who are a person that makes so considerable a figure in the Court.

Mel.

Truce with your douceurs , good servant ; you see I am addressing to the Princess ; pray do not embarrass me — embarrass me ! what a delicious French word do you make me lose upon you too !

( To the Princess ) Your Highness , Madam , will please to pardon the B●vene which I made , in not sooner finding you out to be a Princess : but let me die if this Eclaircissement which is made this day of your quality , does not ravish me ; and give me leave to tell you —

Pal.

But first give me leave to tell you , Madam , that I have so great a tender for your person , and such a panchant to do you service , that —

Mel.

What ▪ must I still be troubled with your Sottises ? ( There 's another word lost , that I meant for the Princess , with a mischief to you ) But your Highness , Madam —

Pal.

But your Ladiship , Madam —

Enter Leonidas guarded , and led over the Stage . Mel.

Out upon him , how he looks , Madam ! now he 's found no Prince , he is the strangest figure of a man ; how could I make that Coup d' etourdy to think him one ?

Palm .

Away , impertinent — My dear Leonidas !

Leon.

My dear Palmyra !

Palm . Death shall never part us ; My Destiny is yours . He is led off ; she follows . Mel.

Impertinent ! Oh I am the most unfortunate person this day breathing : that the Princess should thus rompre en visiere , without occasion . Let me die but I●ll follow her to death , till I make my peace .

Pal.

( holding her ) And let me die , but I 'll follow you to the Infernals till you pity me .

Mel.

( turning towards him angrily ) Ay , 't is long of you that this Malheur is fall'n upon me ; your impertinence has put me out of the good graces of the Princess , and all that , which has ruin'd me and all that , and therefore let me die but I 'll be reveng'd , and all that .

Pal.

Façon , façon , you must and shall love me , and all that ; for my old man is coming up , and all that ; and I am desesperé au dernier , and will not be disinherited , and all that .

Mel.

How durst you interrupt me so mal a propos , when you knew I was addressing to the Princess ?

Pal.

But why would you address your self so much a contre-temps then ?

Mel.

Ah mal peste !

Pal.

Ah I'enrage !

Phil.

Radoucissez vous , de grace , Madame ; vous êtes bien en colere pour pen de chose . Vous n' entendez pas la raillerie gallante .

Mel.

Ad ' autres , ad ' autres : he mocks himself of me , he abuses me : ah me unfortunate ! cries !

Phil.

You mistake him , Madam , he does but accommodate his phrase to your refin'd language . Ah , qu'il est un Cavalier accomply ! pursue your point , Sir — To him .

Pal. Ah qu'il fait beau dans ces boccages ; Singing . Ah que le ciel donne un beau jour ! There I was with you , with a minouét . Mel.

Let me die now , but this singing is fine , and extremely French in him : Laughs . But then , that he should use my own words , as it were in contempt of me , I cannot bear it . Crying .

Pal.

Ces beaux sejours , ces doux ramages — Singing .

Mel.

Ces beaux Sejours , ces doux ramages , Singing after him . Ces beaux sejours , nous invitent a l'amour ! Let me die but he sings en Cavalier , and so humours the Cadence . Laughing .

Pal.

Voy , ma Clymene , voy soubs ce chesne , Singing again . S'entrebaiser ces oiseaux amoreux ! Let me die now , but that was fine . Ah , now , for three or four brisk Frenchmen , to be put into Masquing habits , and to sing it on a Theatre , how witty it would be ! and then to dance helter skelter to a Chanson a boire : toute la terre , toute la terre est a moy ! what 's matter though it were made , and sung , two or three years ago in Cabarets , how it would attract the admiration , especially of every one that 's an eveille !

Mel.

Well ; I begin to have a tender for you ; but yet , upon condition , that — when we are marri'd , you —

Pal. sings , while she speaks . Phil.

You must drown her voice : if she makes her French conditions , you are a slave for ever .

Mel.

First , will you engage — that

Pal.

Fa , la , la , la , &c. Louder .

Mel.

Will you hear the conditions ?

Pal.

No ; I will hear no conditions ! I am resolv'd to win you en Francois : to be very aiery , with abundance of noise , and no sense : Fa , la , la , la , &c.

Mel.

Hold , hold : I am vanquish'd with your gayeté d' esprit . I am yours , and will be yours , sans nulle reserve , ny condition : and let me die , if I do not think my self the happiest Nymph in Sicily — My dear French Dear , stay but a minuite , till I raccommode my self with the Princess ; and then I am yours , jusq ' a la mort .

Allons done — Exeunt Mel. Philot.

Pal.

( Solus , fanning himself with his hat ) I never thought before that wooing was so laborious an exercise ; if she were worth a million , I have deserv'd her ; and now , me-thinks too , with taking all this pains for her , I begin to like her . 'T is so ; I have known many , who never car'd for Hare nor Partridge , but those they caught themselves would eat heartily : the pains , and the story a man tells of the taking of 'em , makes the meat go down more pleasantly . Besides , last night I had a sweet dream of her , and , Gad , she I have once dream'd of , I am stark mad till I enjoy her , let her be never so ugly .

Enter Doralice . Dor.

Who 's that you are so mad to enjoy , Palamede ?

Pal.

You may easily imagine that , sweet Doralice .

Dor.

More easily then you think I can : I met just now with a certain man , who came to you with Letters , from a certain old Gentleman , yclipped your father ; whereby I am given to understand , that to morrow you are to take an Oath in the Church to be grave henceforward , to go ill-dress'd and slovenly , to get heirs for your estate , and to dandle 'em for your diversion ; and , in short , that Love and Courtship are to be no more .

Pal.

Now have I so much shame to be thus apprehended in the manner , that I can neither speak nor look upon you ; I have abundance of grace in me , that I find : But if you have any spark of true friendship in you , retire a little with me to the next room , that has a couch or bed in 't , and bestow your charity upon a poor dying man : a little comfort from a Mistris , before a man is going to give himself in Marriage , is as good as a lusty dose of Strong-water to a dying Malefactour ; it takes away the sense of hell , and hanging from him .

Dor.

No , good Palamede , I must not be so injurious to your Bride : 't is ill drawing from the Bank to day , when all your ready money is payable to morrow .

Pal.

A Wife is onely to have the ripe fruit , that falls of it self ; but a wise man will always preserve a shaking for a Mistris .

Dor.

But a Wife for the first quarter is a Mistris .

Pal.

But when the second comes .

Dor.

When it does come , you are so given to variety , that y●● would make a Wife of me in another quarter .

Pal.

No , never , except I were married to you : marri'd people can never oblige one another ; for all they do is duty , and consequently there can be no thanks : but love is more frank and generous then he is honest ; he 's a liberal giver , but a cursed pay-master .

Dor.

I declare I will have no Gallant ; but , if I would , he should never be a marri'd man ; a marri'd man is but a Mistris's half-servant , as a Clergy-man is but the King's half-subject : for a man to come to me that smells o' th' Wife ! 's life , I wou'd as soon wear her old Gown after her , as her Husband .

Pal.

Yet 't is a kind of fashion to wear a Princess cast shoes , you see the Countrey Ladies buy 'em to be fine in them .

Dor.

Yes , a Princess shoes may be worn after her , because they keep their fashion , by being so very little us'd ; but generally a marri'd man is the creature of the world the most out of fashion ; his behaviour is dumpish , his discourse his wife and family , his habit so much neglected , it looks as if that were marri'd too ; his Hat is marri'd , his Perruke is marri'd , his Breeches are marri'd , and if we could look within his Breeches , we should find him marri'd there too .

Pal.

Am I then to be discarded for ever ? pray do but mark how terrible that word sounds ; For ever ! it has a very damn'd sound , Doralice .

Dor.

Ay , for ever ! it sounds as hellishly to me , as it can do to you , but there 's no help for 't .

Pal.

Yet if we had but once enjoy'd one another ; but then once onely , is worse then not at all : it leaves a man with such a lingring after it .

Dor.

For ought I know 't is better that we have not ; we might upon trial have lik'd each other less , as many a man and woman , that have lov'd as desperately as we , and yet when they came to possession , have sigh'd , and cri'd to themselves , Is this all ?

Pal.

That is onely , if the Servant were not found a man of this world ; but if , upon trial , we had not lik'd each other , we had certainly left loving ; and faith , that 's the greater happiness of the two .

Dor.

'T is better as 't is ; we have drawn off already as much of our Love as would run clear ; after possessing , the rest is but jealousies , and disquiets , and quarrelling , and piecing .

Pal.

Nay , after one great quarrel , there 's never any sound piecing ; the love is apt to break in the same place again .

Dor.

I declare I would never renew a love ; that 's like him who trims an old Coach for ten years together , he might buy a new one better cheap .

Pal.

Well , Madam , I am convinc'd , that 't is best for us not to have enjoy'd ; but Gad , the strongest reason is , because I cann't help it .

Dor.

The onely way to keep us new to one another , is never to enjoy , as they keep grapes by hanging 'em upon a line , they must touch nothing if you would preserve 'em fresh .

Pal.

But then they wither , and grow dry in the very keeping ; however I shall have a warmth for you , and an eagerness , every time I see you ; and if I chance to out-live Melantha —

Dor.

And if I chance to out-live Rhodophil —

Pal.

Well , I 'll cherish my body as much as I can upon that hope . 'T is true , I would not directly murder the wife of my bosome ; but to kill her civilly , by the way of kindness , I 'll put as fair as another man : I 'll begin to morrow night , and be very wrathful with her , that 's resolv'd on .

Dor.

Well , Palamede , here 's my hand , I 'll venture to be your second Wife , for all your threatnings .

Pal.

In the mean time I 'll watch you hourly , as I would the ripeness of a Melon , and I hope you 'll give me leave now and then to look on you , and to see if you are not ready to be cut yet .

Dor.

No , no , that must not be , Palamede , for fear the Gardener should come and catch you taking up the glass .

Enter Rhodophil . Rho.

( Aside ) Billing so sweetly ! now I am confirm'd in my suspicions ; I must put an end to this , ere it go further . Aside .

( To Doralice ) Cry you mercy , Spouse ; I fear I have interrupted your recreations .

Dor.

What recreations ?

Rho.

Nay , no excuses , good Spouse ; I saw fair hand convey'd to lip , and prest , as though you had been squeezing soft wax together for an Indenture . Palamede , you and I must clear this reckoning ; why would you have seduc'd my wife ?

Pal.

Why would you have debauch'd my Mistris ?

Rho.

What do you think of that civil couple , that play'd at a Game call'd , Hide and Seek , last evening , in the Grotto ?

Pal.

What do you think of that innocent pair , who made it their pretence to seek for others , but came , indeed , to hide themselves there ?

Rho.

All things consider'd , I begin vehemently to suspect , that the young Gentleman I found in your company last night , was a certain youth of my acquaintance .

Pal.

And I have an odd imagination , that you could never have suspected my small Gallant , if your little villanous Frenchman had not been a false Brother .

Rho.

Farther Arguments are needless ; Draw off ; I shall speak to you now by the way of Bilbo .

Claps his hand to his sword . Pal.

And I shall answer you by the way of Danger-field .

Claps his hand on his . Dor.

Hold , hold ; are not you two a couple of mad fighting fools , to cut one another's throats for nothing ?

Pal.

How for nothing ? he courts the woman I must marry .

Rho.

And he courts you whom I have marri'd .

Dor.

But you can neither of you be jealous of what you love not .

Rho.

Faith I am jealous , and that makes me partly suspect that I love you better then I thought .

Dor.

Pish ! a meer jealousie of honour .

Rho

Gad I am afraid there 's something else in 't ; for Palamede has wit and if he loves you , there 's something more in ye 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 have found : some rich Mine , for ought I know , that I 〈…〉 discovered .

〈◊〉 .

〈◊〉 , what 's this ? here 's an argument for me to love Melantha ; for he has lov'd her , and he has wit too , and , for ought I know , there may be a Mine : but , if there be , I am resolv'd I 'll dig for 't .

Dor.

( to Rhod. ) Then I have found my account in raising your jealousie : O! 't is the most delicate sharp sawce to a cloy'd stomach ; it will give you a new edge , Rhodophil .

Rho.

And a new point too , Doralice , if I could be sure thou art honest .

Dor.

If you are wise , believe me for your own sake : Love and Religion have but one thing to trust to ; that 's a good sound faith . Consider , if I have play'd false , you can never find it out by any experiment you can make upon me .

Rho.

No ? Why , suppose I had a delicate screw'd Gun , if I left her clean , and found her foul , I should discover , to my cost , she had been shot in .

Dor.

But if you left her clean , and found her onely rusty , you would discover , to your shame , she was onely so for want of shooting .

Pal.

Rhodophil , you know me too well , to imagine I speak for fear ; and therefore in consideration of our past friendship , I will tell you , and bind it by all things holy , that Doralice is innocent .

Rho.

Friend , I will believe you , and vow the same for your Melantha ; but the devil on 't is , how we shall keep 'em so .

Pal.

What dost think of a blessed community betwixt us four , for the solace of the women , and relief of the men ? Methinks it would be a pleasant kind of life : Wife and Husband for the standing Dish and Mistris and Gallant for the Desert .

Rhod.

But suppose the Wife and the Mistris should both long for the standing Dish , how should they be satisfi'd together ?

Pal.

In such a case they must draw lots : and yet that would not do neither ; for they would both be wishing for the longest out ?

Rho.

Then I think , Palamede , we had as good make a firm League , not to invade each others propriety .

Pal.

Content , say I. From henceforth let all acts of hostility cease betwixt us ; and that in the usual form of Treaties , as well by Sea as by Land , and in all Fresh waters .

Dor.

I will adde but one Proviso , That who ever breaks the League , either by war abroad , or by neglect at home , both the Women shall revenge themselves , by the help of the other party .

Rho.

That 's but reasonable . Come away , Doralice ; I have a great temptation to be sealing Articles in private .

Palam . Hast thou so ? Claps him on the shoulder . Fall on , Machduss , And curst be he that first cries , Hold , enough . Enter Polydamas , Palmyra , Artemis , Argaleon : after them , Eubulus , and Hermogenes , guarded . Palm . Sir , on my knees I beg you . Pol. Away , I 'll hear no more . Palm . For my dead Mother's sake ; you say you lov'd her , And tell me I resemble her . Thus she Had begg'd . Pol. — And thus had I deny'd her . Palm . You must be merciful . Arga. — You must be constant . Pol. Go , bear 'em to the torture ; you have boasted You have a King to head you : I would know To whom I must resign . Eub. — This is our recompence For serving thy dead Queen . Her. — And education Of thy daughter . Arga. You are too modest , in not naming all His obligations to you : why did you Omit his Son , the Prince Leonidas ? Pol. That Imposture I had forgot ; their tortures shall be doubled . Her. You please me , I shall die the sooner . Eub. No ; could I live an age , and still be rack'd , I still would keep the secret . As they are going off , Enter Leonidas , guarded . Leon. Oh whither do you hurry innocence ! If you have any justice , spare their lives ; Or if I cannot make you just , at least I 'll teach you to more purpose to be cruel . Palm . Alas , what does he seek ! Leon. Make me the object of your hate and vengeance ! Are these decrepid bodies worn to ruine , Just ready , of themselves , to fall asunder , And to let drop the soul , Are these fit subjects for a Rack , and Tortures ? Where would you fasten any hold upon ' em ? Place pains on me ; united fix 'em here ; I have both youth , and strength , and soul to bear 'em : And if they merit death , then I much more ; Since 't is for me they suffer . Her. — Heav'n forbid We should redeem our pains , or worthless lives , By our exposing yours . Eub. Away with us : Farewell , Sir. I onely suffer in my fears for you . Arga. So much concern'd for him ? then my Aside Suspicion's true . [ Whispers the King. ] Palm . Hear yet my last request , for poor Leonidas ; Or take my life with his . Arga. Rest satisfi'd ; Leonidas is he . To the King. Pol. I am amaz'd : what must be done ? Arga. Command his execution instantly ; Give him not leisure to discover it ; He may corrupt the Soldiers . Pol. Hence with that Traitour ; bear him to his death : Haste there , and see my will perform'd . Leon. Nay , then I 'll die like him the Gods have made me . Hold , Gentlemen ; I am — Argaleon stops his mouth . Arga. Thou art a Traitor ; 't is not fit to hear thee . Leon. I say I am the — Getting loose a little . Arga. So ; gag him , and lead him off . Again stopping his mouth . Leonidas , Hermogenes , Eubulus , led off . Polydamas and Argaleon follow . Palm . Duty and Love , by turns possess my soul , And struggle for a fatal victory : I will discover he 's the King ; Ah , no : That will perhaps save him ; But then I am guilty of a father's ruine . What shall I do or not do ? either way I must destroy a Parent , or a Lover . Break heart ; for that 's the least of ills to me , And Death the onely cure . Swoons . Arte. Help , help the Princess . Rho. Bear her gently hence , where she may Have more succour . She is born off , Arte. follows her . Shouts within , and clashing of swords . Pal. What noise is that ? Enter Amalthea , running . Amal. Oh , Gentlemen , if you have loyalty , Or courage , show it now : Leonidas Broke on the sudden from his Guards , and snatching A sword from one , his back against the Scaffold , Bravely defends himself ; and owns aloud He is our long lost King , found for this moment ; But , if your valours help not , lost for ever . Two of his Guards , mov'd by the sense of virtue , Are turn'd for him , and there they stand at Bay Against an host of foes . Rho. — Madam , no more ; We lose time : my command , or my example , May move the Soldiers to the better cause . You 'll second me ? To Pal. Pal. Or die with you : no Subject e'r can meet A nobler fate , then at his Sovereign's feet . Exeunt . Clashing of swords within , and shouts . Enter Leonidas , Rhodophil , Palamede , Eubulus , Hermogenes , and their party , victorious . Polydamas and Argaleon , disarm'd . Leon. That I survive the dangers of this day , Next to the Gods , brave friends , be yours the honour . And let Heav'n witness for me , that my joy Is not more great for this my right restor'd , Than 't is , that I have power to recompence Your Loyalty and Valour . Let mean Princes Of abject souls , fear to reward great actions ; I mean to show , That whatsoe'r subjects , like you , dare merit , A King , like me , dares give — Rho. You make us blush , we have deserv'd so little . Pal. And yet instruct us how to merit more . Leon. And as I would be just in my rewards , So should I in my punishments ; these two , This the Usurper of my Crown , the other Of my Palmyra's love , deserve that death Which both design'd for me . Pol. — And we expect it . Arga. I have too long been happy to live wretched . Pol. And I too long have govern'd , to desire A life without an Empire . Leon. You are Palmyra's father ; and as such , Though not a King , shall have obedience paid From him who is one . Father , in that name , All injuries forgot , and duty own'd . Embraces him . Pol. O , had I known you could have been this King , Thus God-like , great and good , I should have wish'd T' have been dethron●d before . 'T is now I live , And more then Reign ; now all my joys flow pure , Unmix'd with cares , and undisturb'd by conscience . Enter Palmyra , Amalthea , Artemis , Doralice , and Melantha . Leon. See , my Palmyra comes ! the frighted bloud Scarce yet recall'd to her pale cheeks , Like the first streaks of light broke loose from darkness , And dawning into blushes . — Sir , you said , To Polyda . Your joys were full ; Oh , would you make mine so ! I am but half-restor'd without this blessing . Pol. The Gods , and my Palmyra , make you happy , As you make me . Gives her hand to Leonidas . Palmy . — Now all my prayers are heard : I may be dutiful , and yet may love . Virtue , and patience , have at length unravell'd The knots which Fortune ty'd . Mel. Let me die , but I 'll congratulate his Majesty : how admirably well his Royalty Becomes him ! Becomes ! that is luy sied , but our damn'd Language expresses nothing . Pal.

How ? does it become him already ? 't was but just now you said , he was such a figure of a man.

Mel.

True , my dear , when he was a private man he was a figure ; but since he is a King , methinks he has assum'd another figure : he looks so grand , and so August .

Going to the King. Pal ▪

Stay , stay ; I 'll present you when it is more convenient . I find I must get her a place at Court ; and when she is once there , she can be no longer ridiculous ; for she is young enough , and pretty enough , and fool enough , and French enough , to bring up a fashion there to be affected .

Leon. ( to Rhodophil ) Did she then lead you to this brave attempt ? ( To Amalthea ) To you , fair Amalthea , what I am , And what all these , from me , we joyntly owe : First , therefore , to your great desert , we give Your Brother's life ; but keep him under guard , Till our new power be setled . What more grace He may receive , shall from his future carriage Be given , as he deserves . Arga. I neither now desire , nor will deserve it ; My loss is such as cannot be repair'd , And to the wretched , life can be no mercy . Leon. Then be a prisoner always : thy ill fate , And pride will have it so : but since , in this , I cannot , Instruct me , generous Amalthea , how A King may serve you . Amal. — I have all I hope , And all I now must wish ; I see you happy . Those hours I have to live , which Heav'n in pity Will make but few , I vow to spend with Vestals : The greatest part , in pray'rs for you ; the rest In mourning my unworthiness . Press me not farther to explain my self ; 'T will not become me , and may cause your trouble . Leon. Too well I understand her secret grief , Aside . But dare not seem to know it . — Come To Palmyra . my fairest , Beyond my Crown , I have one joy in store ; To give that Crown to her whom I adore . Exeunt omnes .
Epilogue . THus have my Spouse and I inform'd the Nation , And led you all the way to Reformation . Not with dull Morals , gravely writ , like those , Which men of easie Phlegme , with care compose . Your Poet 's of stiff words , and limber sense , Born on the confines of indifference . But by examples drawn , I dare to say , From most of you , who hear , and see the Play. There are more Rhodophils in this Theatre , More Palamedes , and some few Wives , I fear . But yet too far our Poet would not run , Though 't was well offer'd , there was nothing done . He would not quite the Woman's frailty bare , But stript 'em to the waste , and left 'em there . And the men's faults are less severely shown , For he considers that himself is one . Some stabbing Wits , to bloudy Satyr bent , Would treat both Sexes with less complement : Would lay the Scene at home , of Husbands tell , For Wenches , taking up their Wives i' th' Mell , And a brisk bout which each of them did want , Made by mistake of Mistris and Gallant . Our modest Authour , thought it was enough To out you off a Sample of the stuff : He spar'd my shame , which you , I 'm sure , would not , For you were all for driving on the Plot : You sigh'd when I came in to break the sport , And set your teeth when each design fell short . To Wives , and Servants all good wishes lend , But the poor Cuckold seldom finds a friend . Since therefore Court and Town will take no pity , I humbly cast my self upon the City . FINIS .