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Tyrannick Love , OR THE Royal Martyr . A TRAGEDY . As it is Acted by his Majesties Servants , at the THEATRE ROYAL .

BY JOHN DRYDEN , Servant to his MAJESTY .

Non jam prima peto neque vincere certo ; Extremum rediisse pudet . Virg.

LONDON , Printed for H. Herringman , at the Sign of the Blew Anchor in the Lower Walk of the New Exchange , 1670.

To the most Illustrious and High-born Prince , James Duke of Monmouth and Bucclugh , one of His Majesties most Honourable Privy-Council , and Knight of the most Noble Order of the Garter , &c. SIR ,

THE favourable Reception which your Excellent Lady afforded to one of my former Plays , has encourag'd me to double my presumption , in addressing this to your Graces Patronage . So dangerous a thing it is to admit a Poet into your Family , that you can never afterwards be free from the chiming of ill Verses , perpetually sounding in your ears , and more troublesom than the neighbourhood of Steeples . I have been favourable to my self in this expression ; a zealous Fanatick would have gone farther ; and have called me the Serpent , who first presented the fruit of my Poetry to the Wife , and so gain'd the opportunity to seduce the Husband . Yet I am ready to avow a Crime so advantagious to me ; but the World , which will condemn my boldness , I am sure will justifie and applaude my choice . All men will joyn with me in the adoration which I pay you , they would will only I had brought you a more noble Sacrifice . Instead of an Heroick Play , you might justly expect an Heroick Poem , filled with the past Glories of your Ancestors , & the future certainties of your own . Heaven has already taken care to form you for an Heroe . You have all the advantages of Mind and Body , and an Illustrious Birth , conspiring to render you an extraordinary Person . The Achilles and the Kinaldo are present in you , even above their Originals ; you only want a Homer or a Tasso to make you equal to them . Youth , Beauty , and Courage ( all which you possess in the height of their perfection ) are the most desirable gifts of Heaven : and Heaven is never prodigal of such Treasures , but to some uncommon purpose . So goodly a Fabrick was never framed by an Almighty Architect for a vulgar Guest . He shewed the value which he set upon your Mind , when he took care to have it so nobly and so beautifully lodg'd . To a graceful fashion and deportment of Body , you have joyned a winning Conversation , and an easie Greatness , derived to you from the best , and best belov'd of Princes . And with a great power of obliging , the world has observed in you , a desire to oblige ; even beyond your power . This and all that I can say on so excellent and large a Subject , is only History , in which Fiction has no part ; I can employ nothing of Poetry in it , any more than I do in that humble protestation which I make , to continue ever

Your Graces most obedient and most devoted Servant , John Dryden .
PREFACE .

I Was mov'd to write this Play by many reasons : amongst others , the Commands of some Persons of Honour , for whom I have a most particular respect , were daily sounding in my ears , that it would be of good Example to undertake a Poem of this Nature . Neither was my own inclination wanting to second their desires . I considered that pleasure was not the only end of Poesie ; and that even the instructions of Morality were not so wholly the business of a Poet , as that the Precepts and Examples of Piety were to be omitted . For to leave that employment altogether to the Clergie , were to forget that Religion was first taught in Verse ( which the laziness or dulness of succeeding Priesthood , turned afterwards into Prose : ) and it were also to grant , which I never shall , that representations of this kind may not as well be conducing to Holiness , as to good Manners . Yet far be it from me , to compare the use of Dramatique Poesie with that , of Divinity : I only maintain against the Enemies of the Stage , that patterns of piety , decently represented , and equally removed from the extremes of superstition and Prophaneness , may be of excellent use to second the Precepts of our Religion . By the Harmony of words we elevate the mind to a sense of Devotion , as our solemn Musick , which is inarticulate Poesie , does in Churches ; and by the lively images of piety , adorned by action , through the senses allure the Soul : which while it is charmed in a silent joy of what it sees and hears , is struck at the same time with a secret veneration of things Celestial , and is woond up insensibly into the practice of that which it admires . Now , if , instead of this , we sometimes see on our Theaters , the Examples of Vice rewarded , or at least unpunished ; yet it ought not to be an Argument against the Art , any more than the Extravagances and Impieties of the Pulpit in the late times of Rebellion , can be against the Office and Dignity of the Clergie .

But many times it happens , that Poets are wrongfully accused ; as it is my own Case in this very Play ; where I am charged by some ignorant or malicious persons , with no less Crimes than Prophaneness and Irreligion .

The part of Maximin , against which these holy Criticks so much declaim , was designed by me to set off the Character of S. Catharine . And those who have read the Roman History , may easily remember , that Maximin was not only a bloody Tyrant , vastus corpore , animo ferus , as Herodian describes him ; but also a Persecutor of the Church , against which he raised the sixth Persecution . So that whatsoever he speaks or acts in this Tragedy , is no more than a Record of his life and manners ; a picture as near as I could take it , from the Original . If with much pains and some success I have drawn a deformed piece , there is as much of Art , and as near an imitation of Nature , in a Lazare as in a Venus . Maximin was an Heathen , and what he speaks against Religion , is in contempt of that which he professed . He defies the Gods of Rome , which is no more than S. Catharine might with decency have done . If it be urged , that a person of such principles who scoffes at any Religion , ought not to be presented on the Stage ; why then are the lives and sayings of so many wicked and prophane persons , recorded in the Holy Scriptures ? I know it will be answered , That a due use may be made of them ; that they are remembred with a Brand of Infamy fixt upon them ; and set as Sea-marks for those who behold them to avoid . And what other use have I made of Maximin ? have I proposed him as a pattern to be imitated , whom even for his impiety to his false Gods I have so severely punished ? Nay , as if I had foreseen this Objection I purposely removed the Scene of the Play which ought to have been at Alexandria in Egypt , ( where S. Catharine suffered ) and laid it under the Walls of Aquileia in Italy , where Maximin was slain , that the punishment of his Crime might immediately succeed its execution .

This , Reader , is what I owed to my just defence , and the due reverence of that Religion which I profess , to which all men , who desire to be esteemed good or honest are obliged : I have neither leisure nor occasion to write more largely on this subject , because I am already justified by the sentence of the best and most discerning Prince in the World , by the suffrage of all unbiass'd Judges ; and above all , by the witness of my own Conscience , which abhors the thought of such a Crime ; to which I ask leave to add my outward Conversation , which shall never be justly taxed with the Note of Atheism or Prophaneness .

In what else concerns the Play , I shall be brief : for the faults of the writing and contrivance , I leave them to the mercy of the Reader . For I am as little apt to defend my own Errours , as to find those of other Poets . Only I observe , that the great Censors of Wit and Poetry , either produce nothing of their own , or what is more ridiculous than any thing they reprehend . Much of ill Nature , and a very little Judgment , go far in the finding the mistakes of Writers .

I pretend not that any thing of mine can be Correct : This Poem , especially , which was contrived and written in seven weeks , though afterwards hindred by many accidents from a speedy representation , which would have been its best excuse .

Yet the Scenes are every where unbroken , and the unities of place and time more exactly kept , than perhaps is requisite in a Tragedy ; or at least then I have since preserv'd them in the Conquest of Granada .

I have not every where observed the equality of numbers , in my Verse ; partly by reason of my haste ; but more especially because I would not have my sense a slave to Syllables .

'T is easie to discover , that I have been very bold in my alteration of the Story , which of it self was too barren for a Play : and , that I have taken from the Church two Martyrs , in the persons of Porphyrius and the Empress , who suffered for the Christian Faith , under the Tyranny of Maximin .

I have seen a French Play , called the Martyrdom of S. Catharine ; but those who have read it , will soon clear me from stealing out of so dull an Author . I have only borrowed a mistake from him , of one Maximin for another : for finding him in the French Poet , called the Son of a Thracian Herds-man , and an Alane Woman , I too easily believed him to have been the same Maximin mentioned in Herodian . Till afterwards consulting Eusebius and Metaphrastes , I found the French-man had betrayed me into an Errour ( when it was too late to alter it ) by mistaking that first Maximin for a second , the Contemporary of Constantine the Great , and one of the Vsurpers of the Eastern Empire .

But neither was the other name of my Play more fortunate : for as some who had heard of a Tragedy of S. Catharine , imagined I had taken my plot from thence ; so others , who had heard of another Play called L'Amour Tyrannique , with the same ignorance , accused me to have borrow'd my design from it , because I have accidentally given my Play the same Title , not having to this day seen it : and knowing only by report , that such a Comedy is extant in French , under the name of Monsieur Scudery .

As for what I have said of Astral or AErial Spirits it is no invention of mine , but taken from those who have written on that Subject . Whether there are such Beings or not , it concerns not me ; 't is sufficient for my purpose , that many have believed the affirmative : and that these Heroick Representations , which are of the same Nature with the Epick , are not limited , but with the extremest bounds of what is credible .

Prologue . SElf-love ( which never rightly understood ) Makes Poets still conclude their Plays are good : And malice in all Criticks raigns so high , That for small Errors , they whole Plays decry ; So that to see this fondness , and that spite , You 'd think that none but Mad-men judge or write . Therefore our Poet , as he thinks not fit T' impose upon you , what he writes for Wit , So hopes that leaving you your censures free , You equal Judges of the whole will be : They judge but half who only faults will see . Poets like Lovers should be bold and dare , They spoil their business with an over-care . And he who servilely creeps after sence , Is safe , but ne're will reach an Excellence . Hence 't is our Poet in his conjuring , Allow'd his Fancy the full scope and swing . But when a Tyrant for his Theme he had , He loos'd the Reins , and bid his Muse run mad : And though he stumbles in a full career ; Yet rashness is a better fault than fear . He saw his way ; but in so swift a pace , To chuse the ground , might be to lose the race . They then who of each trip th' advantage take , Find but those Faults which they want Wit to make .
Persons Represented . By Major Mohun . Mr. Hart. Mr. Harris . Mr. Kynaston . Mr. Lydall . Mr. Littlewood . Mr. Beeston . Mr. Bell. By Mrs. Marshall . Mrs. Ellen Guyn . Mrs. Hughes . Mrs. Knepp . Mrs. Vphill . Mrs. Eastland .

SCENE The Camp of Maximin , under the Walls of Aquileia .

Tyrannick Love ; OR , THE Royal Martyr .
ACT I.
SCENE I. A Camp or Pavilion Royal. Maximin , Charinus , Placidius , Albinus , Valerius , Apollonius , Guards . Max. THUS far my Arms have with success been crown'd ; And found no stop , or vanquish'd what they found . The German Lakes my Legions have o're-past , With all the bars which Art or Nature cast : My Foes , in watry Fastnesses inclos'd , I sought , alone , to their whole War expos'd . Did first the depth of trembling Marshes sound , And fix'd my Eagles in unfaithful ground : By force submitted to the Roman sway Fierce Nations , and unknowing to obey : And now , for my reward , ungrateful Rome For which I fought abroad , rebels at home . Alb. Yet 't is their fear which does this War maintain : They cannot brook a Martial Monarchs Raign : Your Valour would their sloth too much accuse ; And therefore , like themselves , they Princes chuse . Placid . Two , tame , gown'd Princes , who at ease , debate In lazy Chairs , the business of the State : Who reign but while the people they can please , And only know the little Arts of Peace . Char. In fields they dare not fight where Honour calls ; But breathe a faint defiance from their Walls . The very noise of War their Souls does wound ; They quake , but hearing their own Trumpets sound . Val. An easie Summons but for form they wait , And to your Fame will open wide the gate . Placid . I wish our Fame that swift success may find ; But Conquests , Sir , are easily design'd : However soft within themselves they are , To you they will be valiant by despair : For having once been guilty , well they know To a revengeful Prince they still are so . Alb. 'T is true , that , since the Senates succours came , They grow more bold . Max. That Senate's but a name : Or they are Pageant Princes which they make : That pow'r they give away , they would partake . Two equal pow'rs , two different ways will draw , While each may check , and give the other Law. True , they secure propriety and peace ; But are not fit an Empire to increase . When they should aid their Prince , the Slaves dispute ; And fear success should make him absolute . They let Foes conquer , to secure the State , And lend a Sword , whose edge themselves rebate . Char. When to increase the Gods you late are gone , I 'le swiftly chuse to dye , or reign alone : But these half-Kings our courage cannot fright ; The thrifty State will bargain e're they fight : Give just so much for every Victory ; And rather lose a fight , than over-buy . Max. Since all delays are dangerous in War , Your men , Albinus , for assault prepare : C●●spinus and Menephilus , I hear Two Consulars , these Aquileians chear ; By whom they may , if we protract the time , Be taught the courage to defend their crime . Placid . Put off th ' assault but only for this day ; No loss can come by such a small delay . Char. We are not sure to morrow will be ours : Wars have , like Love , their favourable hours : Let us use all ; for if we lose one day ; That white one , in the crowd , may slip away . Max. Fates dark recesses we can never find ; But Fortune at some hours to all is kind ; The lucky have whole days , which still they choose ; Th' unlucky have but hours , and those they lose . Placid . I have consulted one , who reads Heav'ns doom , And sees , as present , things which are to come . 'T is that Nigrinus , made by your command A Tribune in the new Panonian Band. Him have I seen , ( on Isters Banks he stood , Where last we winter'd ) bind the head-long flood In sudden ice ; and where most swift it flows , In chrystal nets , the wond'ring fishes close . Then , with a moments thaw , the streams inlarge , And from the Mesh the twinkling Guests discharge . In a deep vale , or near some ruin'd wall He would the Ghosts of slaughter'd Souldiers call ; Who , slow , to wounded bodies did repair , And loth to enter , shiver'd in the air ; These his dread Wand did to short life compel , And forc'd the Fates of Battels to foretel . Max. 'T is wond'rous strange ! But , good placidius , say , What prophesies Nigrinus of this day ? Placid . In a lone Tent , all hung with black , I saw Where in a Square he did a Circle draw : Four Angles , made by that circumference , Bore holy words inscrib'd , of my stick sence . When first a hollow wind began to blow , The Sky grew black , and belli'd down more low , Around the fields did nimble Lightning play , Which offer'd us by fits , and snatch'd the day . ' Midst this , was heard the shrill and tender cry Of well-pleas'd Ghosts , which in the storm did fly ; Danc'd to and fro , and skim'd along the ground , Till to the Magick Circle they were bound . They coursing it , while we were fenc'd within , We saw this dreadful Scene of Fate begin . Char.

Speak without fear ; what did the Vision shew ?

Placid . A Curtain drawn presented to our view , A Town besieg'd ; and on the neighb'ring Plain Lay heaps of visionary Souldiers slain . A rising mist obscur'd the gloomy head Of one , who in Imperial Robes lay dead . Near this , in Fetters stood a Virgin , crown'd ; Whom many Cupids strove in vain to wound : A voice to morrow , still to morrow rung : Another Io ; Io , Paean sung . Char. Visions and Oracles still doubtful are , And ne're expounded till th' event of War. The Gods fore-knowledge on our Swords will wait : If we fight well , they must fore-show good Fate . To them a Centurion . Cent. A rising dust which troubles all the air , And this way travels , shows some Army near . Char.

I hear the sound of Trumpets from afar .

[ Exit Albinus . Max.

It seems the voice of Triumph , not of War.

To them Albinus again . Alb. Health and success our Emperour attends : The Forces marching on the Plain , are friends . Porphyrius , whom you AEgypts Praetor made , Is come from Alexandria to your aid . Max. It well becomes the conduct and the care Of one so fam'd and fortunate in War. You must resign , Placidius , your Command , To him I promis'd the Praetorian Band. Your duty in your swift compliance show , I will provide some other charge for you . Placid . May Caesar's pleasure ever be obey'd With that submission , which by me is paid . Now all the Curses envy ever knew , Or could invent , Porphyrius pursue . Aside . Alb. Placidius does too tamely bear his loss ; [ To Charinus . This new pretender will all pow'r ingross : All things must now by his direction move ; And you , Sir , must resign your Father's love . Char. Yes ; every name to his repute must bow ; There grow no Bayes for any other brow . He blasts my early Honour in the bud , Like some tall Tree the Monster of the Wood , O're-shading all which under him would grow , He sheds his venim on the Plants below . Alb. You must some noble action undertake ; Equal with his your own renown to make . Char. I am not for a slothful envy born , I 'll do 't this day , in the dire Visions scorn . He comes : We two , like the twin Stars appear ; Never to shine together in one Sphere . Exit cum Alb. Enter Porphyrius attended . Max. Porphyrius , welcome , welcome as the light To cheerful Birds ; or as to Lovers night . Welcome as what thou bring'st me , Victory . Por. That waits , Sir , on your Arms , and not on me . You left a Conquest more than half atchiev'd ; And for whose easiness I almost griev'd . Yours only the AEgyptian Laurels are ; I bring you but the reliques of your War. The Christian Princess to receive your doom , Is from her Conquer'd Alexandria come . Her Mother in another Vessel sent , A Storm surpriz'd ; nor know I the event : Both from your bounty must receive their state ; Or must on your triumphant Chariot wait . Max. From me they can expect no grace , whose minds An execrable superstition blinds . Apoll. The Gods who rais'd you to the Worlds Command , Require these Victims from your grateful hand . Por. To minds resolv'd , the threats of Death are vain ; They run to fires , and there enjoy their pain : Not Mucius made more hast his hand t' expose To greedy flames , than their whole bodies those . Max. How , to their own destruction , they are blind ! Zeal is the pious madness of the mind . Por. They all our fam'd Philosophers defy ; And would our Faith by force of reason try . Apoll. I beg it , Sir , by all the pow'rs Divine , That in their right , this Combat may be mine . Max. It shall ; and fifty Doctors of our Laws , Be added to you , to maintain the cause . Enter Berenice the Empress , Valeria Daughter to the Emperour , Erotion . Placid .

The Empress and your Daughter , Sir , are here ,

Por. What dangers in those charming Eyes appear ! Looking on the Empress . How my old wounds are open'd at this view ! And in my murd'rers presence bleed anew ! Max. I did expect your coming to partake To the Ladies . The general gladness which my Triumphs make . You did Porphyrius as a Courtier know , But as a Conquerour behold him now . Ber. You know ( I read it in your blushing face ) To Por. To merit , better than receive a grace : And I know better silently to own , Than with vain words to pay your service done . Por. Princes , like Gods , reward e're we deserve ; Kneeling to kiss h●●● And pay us in permitting us to serve . Oh might I still grow here , and never move ! ( lower . ) Ber. How dangerous are these extasies of Love ! He shows his passion to a thousand Eyes ! He cannot stir nor can I bid him rise ! That word my heart refuses to my tongue ! Aside . Max.

Madam , you let the General kneel too long .

Por.

Too long , as if Eternity were so !

Aside . Ber.

Rise , good Porphyrius , ( since it must be so . )

Aside . Por. Like Hermits from a Vision I retire ; rising . With Eyes too weak to see what I admire . Aside . Val. The Empress knows your worth ; but , Sir , there be , To Porphyrius , who kisses her hand . Those who can value it as high as she . And 't is but just , ( since in my Fathers cause , You fought ) your Valour should have my applause . Placid . O Jealousie , how art thou Eagle-ey'd ! She loves ; and would her Love in praises hide : How am I bound this Rival to pursue , Who ravishes my Love and Fortune too ! Aside . A Dead March within , and Trumpets . Max. Somewhat of mournful , sure , my Ears does wound ; Like the hoarse murmurs of a Trumpets sound , And Drums unbrac'd , with Souldiers broken cryes . Enter Albinus . Albinus , Whence proceeds this dismal noise ? Alb.

Too soon you 'l know what I want words to tell .

Max. How fares my Son ? Is my Charinus well ? Not answer me ! Oh my prophetique fear ! Alb. How can I speak ; or how , Sir , can you hear ? Imagine that which you would most deplore , And that which I would speak is it , or more . Max. Thy mournful message in thy looks I read : Is he ( oh that I live to ask it ) dead ? Alb.

Sir

Max. Stay ; if thou speak'st that word , thou speak'st thy last : Some God now , if he dares , relate what 's past : Say but he 's dead , that God shall mortal be . Alb.

Then , what I dare not speak , look back and see .

Charinus born in dead by Souldiers . Max. See nothing , Eyes , henceforth , but Death and wo , You 've done me the worst office you can do . Youv'e shown me Destinies prepost'rous crime ; An unripe fate ; disclos'd e're Nature's time . Placid . Asswage , great Prince , your passion , lest you show There 's somewhat in your Soul which Fate can bow . Por. Fortune should by your greatness be controul'd : Arm your great mind , and let her take no hold . Max. To tame Philosophers teach constancy ; There is no farther use of it in me . Gods ( but why name I you ! All that was worth a pray'r to you is gone : ) I ask not back my Vertue , but my Son. Alb. His too great thirst of fame his ruine brought . Though , Sir , beyond humanity he fought . Placid .

This was my Vision of this fatal day !

Alb. With a fierce hast he led our Troops the way : While fiery showrs of Sulphur on him rain'd ; Nor left he till the Battlements he gain'd : There with a Forest of their Darts he strove ; And stood like Capaneus defying Jove . With his broad Sword the boldest beating down , While Fate grew pale lest he should win the Town . And turn'd the Iron leafs of its dark Book , To make new dooms ; or mend what it mistook . Till sought by many Deaths , he sunk though late , And by his fall asserted doubtful Fate . Vale. Oh my Dear Brother ! whom Heav'n let us see , And would not longer suffer him to be ! Max. And didst not thou a Death with Honour chuse , To Alb. But impudently liv'st to bring this news ? After his loss how did'st thou dare to breath ? But thy base Ghost shall follow him in death . A decimation I will strictly make Of all who my Charinus did forsake . And of each Legion each Centurion Shall dye : Placidius , see my pleasure done . Por. Sir , you will lose by this severity Your Souldiers hearts . Max.

Why , they take Pay to dye .

Por.

Then spare Albinus only .

Max. I consent To leave his life to be his punishment . Discharg'd from trust ; branded with infamy Let him live on , till he ask leave to dye . Ber.

Let me petition for him .

Max. I have said : And will not be intreated , but obey'd . But , Empress , whence does your compassion grow ? Ber. You need not ask it , since my birth you know . The Race of Antonin's was nam'd the Good : I draw my pity from my Royal Blood. Max. Still must I be upbraided with your Line ? I know you speak it in contempt of mine . But your late Brother did not prize me less , Because I could not boast of Images . And the Gods own'd me more when they decreed A Thracian Shepherd should your Line succeed . Ber. The Gods ! O do not name the pow'rs divine , They never mingled their Decrees with thine . My Brother gave me to thee for a Wife , And for my Dowry thou didst take his life . Max. The Gods by many Victories have shown , That they my merits and his death did own . Ber. Yes ; they have own'd it ; witness this just day ; When they begin thy mischiefs to repay . See the reward of all thy wicked care , Before thee thy succession ended there . Yet but in part my Brothers Ghost is pleas'd : Restless till all the groaning world be eas'd . For me ; no other happiness I owne Than to have born no Issue to thy Throne . Max. Provoke my rage no farther , lest I be Reveng'd at once upon the Gods and thee . Por. aside . ] What horrid tortures seize my lab'ring mind ! O , only excellent of all thy kind ! To hear thee threatned while I idle stand : Heav'n ! was I born to fear a Tyrants hand ? Max. to Ber.

Hence from my sight , thy blood , if thou dost stay ,

Ber.

Tyrant ! too well to that thou know'st the way .

( going . ) Por. Let baser Souls from falling Fortunes flye : I 'le pay my duty to her , though I dye . Exit leading her , Max. What made Porphyrius so officious be ? The action look'd as done in scorn of me . Val. It did , indeed , some little freedom show ; But somewhat to his Services you owe. Max.

Yet , if I thought it his presumption were

Placid .

Perhaps he did not your displeasure hear .

Max.

My anger was too loud , not to be heard .

Placid .

I 'm loth to think he did it not regard .

Max.

How , not regard !

Val. Placidius , you foment On too light grounds my Father's discontent . But when an action does two faces wear , 'T is Justice to believe what is most fair . I think , that knowing what respect there rests For her late Brother in the Souldiers breasts , He went to serve the Emp'rour : and design'd Only to calm the tempest in her mind , Lest some Sedition in the Camp should rise . Max. I ever thought him loyal as he 's wise . Since therefore , all the Gods their spight have shown To rob my Age of a successive Throne ; And you who now remain The only Issue of my former bed In Empire cannot by your Sex succeed : To bind Porphyrius firmly to the State , I will this day my Caesar him create : And , Daughter , I will give him you for Wife . Val.

O day , the best and happiest of my life !

Placid .

O day , the most accurst I ever knew !

Aside . Max. See to my Son perform'd each Funeral due : Then to the toyls of War we will return ; And make our Enemies our losses mourn . Exeunt .
ACT II.
SCENE I. The Royal Camp. Berenice , Porphyrius . Ber. POrphyrius , you too far did tempt your Fate , In owning her the Emperour does hate . 'T is true , your duty to me it became ; But , praising that , I must your conduct blame . Por. Not to have own'd my zeal at such a time , Were to sin higher than your Tyrants crime . Ber. 'T was too much my disgrace t' accompany ; A silent wish had been enough for me . Por. Wishes are aids , faint Servants may supply , Who ask Heav'n for you what themselves deny . Could I do less than my respect to pay , Where I before had giv'n my heart away ? Ber. You fail in that respect you seem to bear , When you speak words unfit for me to hear . Por.

Yet you did once accept those vows I paid .

Ber. Those vows were then to Berenice made ; But cannot now be heard without a sin , When offer'd to the Wife of Maximin . Por. Has , then , the change of Fortune chang'd your will ? Ah! why are you not Berenice still ? To Maximin you once declar'd your hate ; Your Marriage was a Sacrifice to th' State : Your Brother made it to secure his Throne , Which this man made a step to mount it on . Ber. Whatever Maximin has been , or is , I am to bear , since Heav'n has made me his . For wives , who must themselves of pow'r devest , When they love blindly , for their peace love best . Por. If mutual love be vow'd when faith you plight , Then he , who forfeits first , has lost his right . Ber. Husbands a forfeiture of love may make ; But what avails the forfeit none can take ? As in a general wreck The Pirate sinks with his ill-gotten gains , And nothing to anothers use remains : So , by his loss , no gain to you can fall : The Sea , and vast destruction swallows all . Por. Yet he , who from the shore , the wreck descrys , May lawfully inrich him with the prize . Ber. Who sees the wreck can yet no title plead , Till he be sure the Owner first is dead . Por. If that be all the claim I want to love , This Pirate of your heart I 'le soon remove ; And , at one stroke , the world and you set free . Ber.

Leave to the care of Heav'n that world and me .

Por.

Heav'n , as its instrument my courage sends .

Ber. Heav'n ne'r sent those who fight for private ends . We both are bound by trust , and must be true ; I to his Bed , and to his Empire you . For he who to the bad betrays his trust , Though he does good , becomes himself unjust . Por. When Brutus did from Caesar Rome redeem , The Act was good . Ber. But was not good in him . You see the Gods adjudg'd it Parricide , By dooming the event on Caesar's side . 'T is vertue not to be oblig'd at all ; Or not conspire our Benefactors fall . Por. You doom me then to suffer all this ill , And yet I doom my self to love you still . Ber. Dare not Porphyrius suffer then with me , Since what for him I for my self decree ? Por.

How can I bear those griefs you disapprove ?

Ber.

To ease'em , I 'le permit you still to love .

Por. That will but haste my death , if you think fit Not to reward , but barely to permit . Love without hope does like a torture wound , Which makes me reach in pain , to touch the ground . Ber. If hope , then , to your life so needful be , Hope still . Por.

Blest News !

Ber.

But hope , in Heav'n , not me .

Por. Love is too noble such deceits to use . Referring me to Heav'n , your gift I lose . So Princes cheaply may our wants supply , When they give that their Treasurers deny . Ber. Love blinds my Vertue : if I longer stay , It will grow dark , and I shall lose my way . Por. One kiss from this fair hand can be no sin ; I ask not that you gave to Maximin . In full reward of all the pains I 've past , Give me but one . Ber.

Then let it be your last .

Por. 'T is gone ! Like Souldiers prodigal of their Arrears , One minute spends the Pay of many years . Let but one more be added to the sum , And pay at once for all my pains to come . Ber. Unthrifts will starve if we before-hand give : [ Pulling back her hand . ] I 'le see you shall have just enough to live . Enter Erotion . Ero. Madam , the Emperour is drawing near ; And comes , they say , to seek Porphyrius here . Ber.

Alas !

Por. I will not ask what he intends ; My life , or death , alone , on you depends . Ber. I must withdraw ; but must not let him know Aside . How hard the precepts of my Vertue grow ! But what e're Fortune is for me design'd , Sweet Heav'n , be still to brave Porphyrius kind ! Exit cum Erotio . Por. She 's gone unkindly , and refus'd to cast One glance to feed me for so long a fast . Enter Maximin , Placidius , Guards . Max. Porphyrius , since the Gods have ravish'd one , I come in you to seek another Son. Succeed him then in my Imperial state ; Succeed in all , but his untimely fate . If I adopt you with no better grace , Pardon a fathers tears , upon my face , And give 'em to Charinus memory : May they not prove as ominous to thee . Por. With what misfortunes Heav'n torments me still ! Why must I be oblig'd to one so ill ? [ Aside . Max. Those offers which I made you , Sir , were such , No private man should need to ballance much . Por. Who durst his thoughts to such ambition lift ? [ Kneeling . The greatness of it made me doubt the gift . The distance was so vast , that to my view It made the object seem at first untrue ; And now 't is near , the sudden excellence Strikes through , and flashes on my tender sence . Max. Yet Heav'n and Earth , which so remote appear , [ raising him . ] Are by the Air , which flows betwixt 'em , near . And 'twixt us two my Daughter be the chain , One end with me , and one with you remain . Por. You press me down with such a glorious Fate , [ Kneeling again . ] I cannot rise against the mighty weight . Permit I may retire some little space , And gather strength to bear so great a grace . [ Exit bowing . Placid . How Love and Fortune lavishly contend , Which should Porphyrius wishes most befriend ! The mid-stream's his ; I , creeping by the side , Am shoulder'd off by his impetuous Tide . Enter Valerius hastily . Val. I hope my business may my haste excuse ; For , Sir , I bring you most surprizing news . The Christian Princess in her Tent confers With fifty of your learn'd Philosophers ; Whom with such Eloquence she does perswade , That they are Captives to her reasons made . I left 'em yielding up their vanquish'd cause , And all the Souldiers shouting her applause ; Ev'n Apollonius does but faintly speak , Whose voice the murmurs of th' assistants break . Max. Conduct this Captive Christian to my Tent ; She shall be brought to speedy punishment . I must in time some remedy provide , [ Exit Valerius . Lest this contagious Errour spread too wide . Placid . T' infected zeal you must no mercy show : For , from Religion , all Rebellions grow . Max. The silly crowd , by factious Teachers , brought To think that Faith untrue their youth was taught , Run on in new Opinions blindly bold ; Neglect , contemn , and then assault the old . Th' infectious madness seizes every part , And from the head distils upon the heart . And first they think their Princes faith not true , And then proceed to offer him a new ; Which if refus'd , all duty from 'em cast , To their new Faith they make new Kings at last . Placid . Those ills by Male-contents are often wrought , That by their Prince their duty may be bought . They head those holy Factions which they hate , To sell their duty at a dearer rate . But , Sir , the Tribune is already here With your fair Captive . Max. Bid 'em both appear . Enter S. Catharine , Valerius , Apollonius , Guards . See where she comes with that high Air and meen , Which marks , in bonds , the greatness of a Queen . What pity ' t is ! but I no charms must see In her who to our Gods is enemy . Fair foe of Heav'n , whence comes this haughty pride , [ To her . Or is it Frenzy does your mind misguide To scorn our Worship , and new Gods to find ? S. Cath. Nor pride nor frenzy , but a setled mind ; Enlightned from above , my way does mark . Max.

Though Heav'n be clear , the way to it is dark .

S. Cath. But where our Reason with our Faith does go , We 're both above enlightned , and below . But Reason with your fond Religion fights , For many Gods are many Infinites : This to the first Philosophers was known , Who , under various names , ador'd but one . Though your vain Poets after did mistake , Who ev'ry Attribute a God did make . And so obscene their Ceremonies be , As good men loath , and Cato blush'd to see . Max. War is my Province ; Priest , why stand you mute ? You gain by Heav'n , and therefore should dispute . Apol. In all Religions , as in ours , there are Some solid truths , and some things popular . The popular in pleasing Fables lye , The truths , in precepts of Morality . And these to humane life are of that use , That no Religion can such Rules produce . S. Cath. Then let the whole Dispute concluded be Betwixt these Rules and Christianity . Apol. And what more noble can your Doctrine preach , Than Vertues which Philosophy does teach ? To keep the passions in severest awe , To live to Reason , ( Nature's greatest Law ) To follow Vertue , as its own reward ; And good and ill , as things without , regard . S. Cath. Yet few could follow those strict Rules they gave ; For humane life will humane frailties have ; And love of Vertue is but barren praise , Airy as Fame : nor strong enough to raise The actions of the Soul above the sence . Vertue grows cold without a recompence . We vertuous acts as duty do regard ; Yet are permitted to expect reward . Apol. By how much more your Faith reward assures , So much more frank our Virtue is than yours . S. Cath. Blind men ! you seek ev'n those rewards you blame : But ours are solid ; your's an empty name . Either to open praise your Acts you guide , Or else reward your selves with secret pride . Apol. Yet still our Moral virtues you obey ; Ours are the Precepts though apply'd your way . S. Cath. 'T is true , your virtues are the same we teach ; But in our practice they much higher reach . You but forbid to take anothers due ; But we forbid e'vn to desire it too . Revenge of injuries you Virtue call ; But we forgiveness of our wrongs extoll : Immodest deeds you hinder to be wrought , But we proscribe the least immodest thought . So much your Virtues are in ours refin'd , That yours but reach the actions , ours the mind . Max.

Answer in short to what you heard her speak .

[ To Apol. Apol. Where Truth prevails , all arguments are weak . To that convincing power I must give place : And with that Truth that Faith I will embrace . Max. O Traytor to our Gods ; but more to me ; Dar'st thou of any Faith but of thy Princes be ? But sure thou rav'st ; thy foolish Errour find : Cast up the poyson that infects thy mind ; And shun the Torments thou art sure to feel . Apol. Nor fire , nor torture , nor revenging Steel Can on my Soul the least impression make : How gladly , Truth , I suffer for thy sake ! Once I was ignorant of what was so ; But never can abandon Truth I know : My Martyrdom I to thy Crown prefer ; Truth is a Cause for a Philosopher . S. Cath. Lose not that Courage which Heav'n does inspire ; [ To Apollonius . But fearless go to be baptiz'd in fire . Think 't is a Triumph , not a danger near : Give him your blood ; but give him not a tear . Go , and prepare my Seat : and hovering be Near that bright space which is reserv'd for me . Max.

Hence with the Traytor ; bear him to his Fate .

Apol. Tyrant , I fear thy pity , not thy hate : ` A Life Eternal I by Death obtain . Max.

Go , carry him , where he that Life may gain .

Ex. Apollonius , Valerius , and Guards . Placid . From this Enchantress all these ills are come : You are not safe till you pronounce her doom . Each hour she lives a Legion sweeps away ; She 'll make your Army Martyrs in a day . Max. 'T is just : this Christian Sorceress shall dy : ( Would I had never prov'd her Sorcery : ) Not that her charming Tongue this change has bred ; I fear 't is something that her Eyes have sed . I love : and am asham'd it should be seen . [ Aside . Placid .

Sir , shall she dy ?

Max.

Consider she 's a Queen .

Placid .

Those claims in Cleopatra ended were .

Max.

How many Cleopatra's live in her !

[ Aside . Placid .

When you condemn'd her , Sir , she was a Queen .

Max.

No , Slave ; she only was a Captive then .

S. Cath.

My joyful Sentence you defer to long .

Max. I never knew that Life was such a wrong . But if you needs will dy : it shall be so . Yet think it does from your perversness flow . Men say , indeed , that I in Blood delight ; But you shall find Haste , take her from my sight . For Maximin I have too much confest : And for a Lover not enough exprest . Absent , I may her Martyrdom decree ; But one look more will make that Martyr me . [ Exit S. Catharine Guarded . ] Placid .

What is it , Sir , that shakes your mighty mind ?

Max.

Somewhat I am asham'd that thou shouldst find .

Placid .

If it be Love which does your Soul possess

Max.

Are you my Rival that so soon you guess ?

Placid . Far , mighty Prince , be such a crime from me . [ Kneeling . ] Which , with the pride , includes impiety . Could you forgive it , yet the Gods above Would never pardon me a Christian Love. Max. Thou ly'st : there 's not a God inhabits there , But for this Christian would all Heav'n forswear . Ev'n Jove would try more shapes her Love to win : And in new birds , and unknown beasts would sin ; At least , if Jove could love like Maximin . Placid .

A Captive , Sir , who would a Martyr dye ?

Max. She courts not death , but shuns Captivity . Great gifts , and greater promises I 'le make ; And what Religion is 't , but they can shake ? She shall live high : Devotion in distress Is born , but vanishes in happiness . Exit Maximin . Placid . solus . His Son forgot , his Empress unappeas'd ; How soon the Tyrant with new Love is seiz'd ! Love various minds does variously inspire : He stirs in gentle Natures gentle fire ; Like that of Incense on the Altars laid : But raging flames tempestuous Souls invade . A fire which every windy passion blows ; With pride it mounts , and with revenge it glows . But I accurs'd , who servilely must move ; And sooth his passion for his Daughters Love ! Small hope , 't is true , attends my mighty care . But of all passions Love does last despair . Exit .
ACT III.
SCENE I. The Royal Pavilion . Maximin , Placidius , Guards and Attendants . Max. THis Love that never could my youth engage , Peeps out his coward head to dare my age . Where hast thou been thus long , thou sleeping form , That wak'st like drowsie Sea-men in a storm ? A sullen hour thou chusest for thy birth : My Love shoots up in tempests , as the Earth Is stirr'd and loosen'd in a blust'ring wind , Whose blasts to waiting flowers her womb unbind . Placid . Forgive me , if I say your passions are So rough , as if in Love you would make War. But Love is soft And with soft beauty tenderly complies ; In lips it laughs , and languishes in eyes . Max. There let it laugh ; or , like an Infant , weep : I cannot such a supple passion keep . Mine , stiff with age , and stubborn as my arms , Walks upright ; stoops not to , but meets her charms . Placid . Yet fierceness suits not with her gentle kind ; They brave assaults ; but may be undermin'd . Max. Till I in those mean Arts am better read , Court thou , and fawn , and flatter in my stead . Enter S. Catharine . She comes ; and now , methinks , I could obey : Her form glides through me , and my heart gives way : This Ironheart , which no impression took From Wars , melts down , and runs , if she but look . Exit Maximin . Placid . Madam , I from the Emperour am come T'applaude your Vertue , and reverse your doom . He thinks , whatever your Religion be , This Palm is owing to your constancy . S. Cath. My constancy from him seeks no renown ; Heav'n , that propos'd the course , will give the Crown . Placid . But Monarchs are the Gods Vicegerents here ; Heav'n gives rewards ; but what it gives they bear : From Heav'n to you th'AEgyptian Crown is sent , Yet 't is a Prince who does the gift present . S. Cath. The Deity I serve , had he thought fit , Could have preserv'd my Crown unconquer'd yet : But when his secret Providence design'd To level that , he levell'd too my mind ; Which , by contracting its desires , is taught The humble quiet of possessing nought . Placid . To Stoicks leave a happiness so mean : Your Vertue does deserve a nobler Scene . You are not for obscurity design'd : But , like the Sun , must cheer all humane kind . S. Cath. No happiness can be where is no rest : Th' unknown , untalk'd of man is only blest . He , as in some safe Cliff , his Cell does keep , From thence he views the labours of the Deep : The Gold-fraught Vessel which mad tempests beat , He sees now vainly make to his retreat : And , when from far , the tenth wave does appear , Shrinks up in silent joy , that he 's not there . Placid . You have a Pilot who your Ship secures ; The Monarch both of Earth and Seas is yours . He who so freely gives a Crown away , Yet asks no tribute but what you may pay . One smile on him a greater wealth bestows , Than AEgypt yields , when Nilus overflows . S. Cath. I cannot wholly innocent appear , Since I have liv'd such words as these to hear . O Heav'n , which dost of chastity take care ! Placid . Why do you lose an unregarded pray'r ? If happiness , as you believe , be rest , That quiet sure is by the Gods possest : 'T is greatness to neglect , or not to know The little business of the world below . S. Cath. This doctrine well besitted him who thought A casual world was from wild Atoms wrought : But such an order in each chance we see , ( Chain'd to its cause , as that to its decree , ) That none can think a workmanship so rare , Was built or kept without a Workman's care . To them Maximin , Attendants , and Guards . Max. Madam , you from Placidius may have heard Some news , which will your happiness regard . Th' AEgyptian Crown I to your hands remit ; And , with it , take his heart who offers it . She turns aside . Do you my person and my gift contemn ? S. Cath.

My hopes pursue a brighter Diadem .

Max. Can any brighter than the Roman be ? I find my proffer'd Love has cheapned me : Since you neglect to answer my desires , Know , Princess , you shall burn in other fires . Why should you urge me to so black a deed ? Think all my anger did from Love proceed . S. Cath. Nor threats nor promises my mind can move : Your furious anger , nor your impious Love. Max. The Love of you can never impious be ; You are so pure That in the Act 't would change th' impiety . Heav'n would unmake it sin S. Cath. I take my self from thy detested sight : To my respect thou hast no longer right : Such pow'r in bonds true piety can have , That I command , and thou art but a Slave . Exit . S. Cath. Max. To what a height of arrogance she swells ! Pride or ill nature still with Vertue dwells ; Her death shall set me free this very hour ; But is her death within a Lovers pow'r ? Wild with my rage , more wild with my desire , Like meeting tides but mine are tides of fire . What petty promise was 't that caus'd this frown ? Placid .

You heard : no less than the AEgyptian Crown .

Max. Throw AEgypt's by , and offer in the stead ; Offer the Crown on Berenice's head . I am resolv'd to double till I win ; About it straight , and send Porphyrius in . Exit Placid . We look like Eagles tow'ring in the Sky ; While her high flight still raises mine more high . To him Porphyrius . Por.

I come , Sir , to expect your great commands .

Max. My happiness lyes only in thy hands . And , since I have adopted thee my Son , I 'le keep no secret from thy breast unknown : Led by the int'rest of my rising Fate , I did espouse this Empress whom I hate : And therefore with less shame I may declare , That I the Fetters of thy Captive wear . Por.

Sir , you amaze me with so strange a Love.

Max. Pity , my Son , those flames you disapprove . The cause of Love can never be assign'd ; 'T is in no face , but in the Lover's mind . Por. Yet there are Beauties which attract all hearts ; And all mankind lyes open to their darts : Whose Soveraignty , without dispute , we grant ; Such Graces , sure , your Empress does not want . Max. Beauty has bounds , And can no more to every heart be so , Than any Coin through every Land can go . Some secret Grace , which is but so to me , Though not so great , may yet more pow'rful be : All guard themselves when stronger Foes invade ; Yet , by the weak , surprizes may be made : But you , my Son , are not to judge , but aid . Por.

What is it , Sir , you can require of me ?

Max. I would from Berenice's bonds be free : This yoke of Marriage from us both remove , Where two are bound to draw , though neither love . Por. Neither the Gods nor man will give consent To put in practice your unjust intent . Max.

Both must consent to that which I decree .

Por. The Souldiers love her Brother's memory ; And for her sake some Mutiny will stir . Max. Our parting therefore shall be sought by her . Go , bid her sue for a Divorce , or dye ; I 'le cut the knot , if she will not untye : Haste to prepare her , and thy self return ; Thy Hymen's Torch this day with mine shall burn . Exit . Por. Rather my Funeral-torch ; for though I know Valeria's fair , and that she loves me too , Gainst her my Soul is arm'd on every part : Yet there are secret Rivets to my heart ; Where Berenice's Charms have found the way ; Subtile as Lightnings , but more fierce than they . How shall I this avoid , or gain that Love ! So near the Rock I , to the Port , must move . To him Valeria attended . Val. Porphyrius , now my joy I may express , Nor longer hide the Love I must possess . Should I have stay'd till Marriage made us one , You might have thought it was by duty done ; But of my heart I now a present make ; And give it you e're it be yours to take . Accept it as when early fruit we send : And let the rareness the small gift commend . Por. Great Monarchs , like your Father , often give What is above a Subject to receive : But faithful Officers should countermand , And stop the gift that passes through their hand : And to their Prince , that mass of wealth restore , Which lavish'd thus , would make whole Nations poor . Val. But to this gift a double right you have : My Father gives but what before I gave . Por. In vain you such unequal presents make , Which I still want capacity to take . Such fatal bounty once the Gaules did show ; They threw their Rings , but threw their Targets too . Bounty so plac'd , does more like ruine look ; You pour the Ocean on a narrow Brook. Val. Yet , if your Love before prepares a Boat , The stream so pour'd , drowns not , but makes it float . Por. But when the Vessel is on Quick-sands cast , The flowing tide does more the sinking hast . Val. And on what Quick-sands can your heart be thrown ? Can you a Love besides Valeria's own ? Por. If he who at your feet his heart would lay , Be met with first , and robb'd upon the way , You may indeed the Robbers strength accuse , But pardon him who did the Present lose . Val. Who is this Thief that does my right possess ? Name her , and then we of her strength may guess . From whence does your unwonted silence come ? Por.

She bound and gag'd me , and has left me dumb .

Val. But of my wrongs I will aloud complain : False man , thou would'st excuse thy self in vain : For thee I did a Maidens blush forsake ; And own'd a Love thou hast refus'd to take . Por. Refus'd it ! like a Miser midst his store , Who grasps and grasps , till he can hold no more , And when his strength is wanting to his mind , Looks back , and sighs on what he left behind . Val. No , I resume that heart thou didst possess ; My Father shall my injuries redress : With me thou losest his Imperial Crown , And speedy death attends upon his frown . Por. You may revenge your wrongs a nobler way ; Command my death , and I will soon obey . Val. No , live ; for on thy life my cure depends : In Debters deaths all obligation ends : 'T will be some ease Ungrateful thee to call ; And , Bankrupt-like , say , trusting him lost all . Por. Upbraided thus , what gen'rous man would live ! But Fortune will revenge what you forgive . When I refuse , ( as in few hours I must ) This offer'd grace , your Father will be just . Val. Be just ! say rather he will cruel prove , To kill that only person I can love . Yet so it is ! Your int'rest in the Army is so high , That he must make you his , or you must dye ! It is resolv'd ! who e're my Rival be , Aside after a pause . I 'le show that I deserve him more than she . And if at last he does ingrateful prove , My constancy it self rewards my Love. Exit . Por. She 's gone , and gazing round about , I see Nothing but death , or glorious misery ; Here Empire stands , if I could Love displace ; There , hopeless Love , with more Imperial Grace : Thus , as a sinking Hero compass'd round , Beckens his bravest Foe for his last wound , And him into his part of Fame does call , I 'le turn my face to Love , and there I 'le fall . To him Berenice , Erotion . Ber. I come , Porphyrius , to congratulate This happy change of your exalted Fate : You to the Empire are , I hear , design'd ; And fair Valeria must th' Alliance bind . Por. Would Heav'n had my succession so decreed , That I in all might Maximin succeed ! He offers me th' Imperial Crown , 't is true : I would succeed him , but it is in you . Ber. In me ! I never did accept your Love ; But you , I see , would handsomly remove : And I can give you leave without a frown : I always thought you merited a Crown . Por. I never sought that Crown but on your brow ; But you with such indifference would allow My change , that you have kill'd me with that breath : I feel your scorn cold as the hand of death . Ber. You 'l come to life in your Valeria's arms : 'T is true , I cannot boast of equal Charms ; Or if I could , I never did admit Your Love to me , but only suffer'd it . I am a Wife , and can make no return ; And 't were but vain , in hopeless fires to burn . Por. Unkind ! can you whom only I adore , Set open to your Slave the Prison-door ? You use my heart just as you would afford A fatal freedom to some harmless bird , Whom , breeding , you ne're taught to seek its food ; And now let flye to perish in the Wood. Ber. Then , if you will love on , and disobey , And lose an Empire for my sake , you may . Will a kind look from me pay all this score , For you well know you must expect no more ? Por. All I deserve it will , not all I wish : But I will brave the Tyrants rage , for this . If I refuse , my death must needs ensue ; But you shall see that I dare dye for you . Ber. Would you for me , A Beauty , and an Empire too deny ? I love you now so well that you shall dye . Dye mine ; 't is all I can with honour give : Nor should you dye , if after , I would live . But when your Marriage and your Death I view , That makes you false , but this will keep you true , Por. Unbind thy brows , and look abroad to see , O mighty Love , thy mightiest Victory ! Ber. And yet is there no other way to try ? 'T is hard to say I love , and let you dye . Por. Yes , there remains some help which you may 〈◊〉 If you , as I would dye for Love , would live . Ber. If death for Love be sweet , sure life is more : Teach me the means your safety to restore . Por. Your Tyrant the AEgyptian Princess loves ; And to that height his swelling passion moves , That , fearing in your death the Souldiers force , He from your bed does study a Divorce . Ber. Th' AEgyptian Princess I disputing hard , And as a Miracle her mind regard . But yet I wish that this Divorce be true . Gives her hand . Por. 'T is , Madam , but it must be sought by you . By this he will all Mutinies prevent ; And this , as well , secures your own content . Ber. I hate this Tyrant , and his bed I loath ; But , once submitting , I am ty'd to both : Ty'd to that Honour , which all Women owe , Though not their Husbands person , yet their vow . Something so sacred in that bond there is , That none should think there could be ought amiss : And if there be , we should in silence hide Those faults , which blame our choice when they are spy'd . Por. But , since to all the world his crimes are known , And , by himself the Civil War 's begun , Would you th' advantage of the fight delay , If , striking first , you were to win the day ? Ber. I would , like Jews upon their Sabbath fall : And rather than strike first , not strike at all . Por. Against your self you sadly prophesie : You either this Divorce must seek , or dye . Ber.

Then death from all my griefs shall set me free .

Por.

And would you rather chuse your death , than me ?

Ber. My earthy part Which is my Tyrants right , death will remove , I 'le come all Soul and Spirit to your Love. With silent steps I 'le follow you all day ; Or else before you , in the Sun-beams , play . I 'le lead you thence to melancholy Groves , And there repeat the Scenes of our past Loves . At night , I will within your Curtains peep ; With empty arms embrace you while you sleep . In gentle dreams I often will be by ; And sweep along , before your closing eye . All dangers from your bed I will remove ; But guard it most from any future Love. And when at last , in pity , you will dye , I 'le watch your Birth of Immortality : Then , Turtle-like , I 'le to my Mate repair ; And teach you your first flight in open Air. Exit Berenice cum Erotio . Por. She has but done what Honour did require : Nor can I blame that Love , which I admire . But then her death ! I 'le stand betwixt , it first shall pierce my heart : We will be stuck together on his dart . But yet the danger not so high does grow : I 'le charge death first , perhaps repulse him too . But , if o'repow'r'd , I must be overcome ; Fore'dback , I 'le fight each inch into my Tomb. Exit .
ACT IV.
SCENE I. Indian Cave . Placidius , Nigrinus . Nigrinus with two drawn Swords , held upward in his hands . Placid . ALL other means have fail'd to move her heart ; Our last recourse is , therefore , to your Art. Nig. Of Wars , and Bloodshed , and of dire Events , Of Fates , and fighting Kings , their Instruments , I could with greater certainty foretell ; Love only does in doubts and darkness dwell . For , like a wind , it in no quarter stays ; But points and veers each hour a thousand ways . On Women Love depends , and they on Will ; Chance turns their Orb while Destiny sits still . Placid . Leave nothing unattempted in your pow'r : Remember you oblige an Emperour . Nig. An earthy Fiend by compact me obeys ; But him to light intents I must not raise . Some Astral forms I must invoke by prayer , Fram'd all of purest Atoms of the Air ; Not in their Natures simply good or ill ; But most subservient to bad Spirits will. Nakar of these does lead the mighty Band , For eighty Legions move at his Command : Gentle to all , but , far above the rest , Mild Nakar loves his soft Damilcar best . In AEry Chariots they together ride ; And sip the dew as through the Clouds they glide : These are the Spirits which in Love have pow'r . Placid .

Haste , and invoke 'em in a happy hour .

Nig. And so it proves : for , counting sev'n from Noon , 'T is Venus hour , and in the wexing Moon . With Chalk I first describe a Circle here , Where these AEtherial Spirits must appear . Come in , come in ; for here they will be strait : Around , around , the place I fumigate : My fumigation is to Venus , just : The Souls of Roses , and red Corals dust : A lump of Sperma Ceti ; and to these The stalks and chips of Lignum Alöes . And , last , to make my fumigation good , 'T is mixt with Sparrows brains , and Pigeons blood . Nigrinus takes up the Swords . They come , they come , they come ! I hear 'em now . Placid . A death-like damp sits cold upon my brow : And misty vapours swim before my sight . Nig.

They come not in a shape to cause your fright .

Nakar and Damilcar descend in Clouds , and sing . Nakar .

Hark , my Damilcar , we are call'd below !

Dam. Let us go , let us go ! Go to relieve the care Of longing Lovers in despair ! Nakar . Merry , merry , merry , we sail from the East Half tippled at a Rain-bow Feast . Dam. In the bright Moon-shine while winds whistle loud , Tivy , tivy , tivy , we mount and we fly , All racking along in a downy white Cloud : And lest our leap from the Skie should prove too far , We slide on the back of a new-falling Star. Nakar . And drop from above , In a Gelly of Love ! Dam. But now the Sun 's down , and the Element's red , The Spirits of Fire against us make head ! Nakar . They muster , they muster , like Gnats in the Air : Alas ! I must leave thee , my Fair ; And to my light Horse-men repair . Dam. O stay , for you need not to fear 'em to night ; The wind is for us , and blows full in their sight : And o're the wide Ocean we fight ! Like leaves in the Autumn our Foes will fall down ; And hiss in the Water Both.

And hiss in the Water and drown !

Nakar . But their men lye securely intrench'd in a Cloud : And a Trumpeter-Hornet to battel sounds loud . Dam. Now Mortals that spie How we tilt in the Skie With wonder will gaze ; And fear such events as will ne're come to pass ! Nakar .

Stay you to perform what the man will have done .

Dam.

Then call me again when the Battel is won .

Both. So ready and quick is a Spirit of Air To pity the Lover , and succour the sair , That , silent and swift , the little soft God Is here with a wish , and is gone with a nod . The Clouds part ; Nakar flies up , and Damilcar down . Nig. I charge thee , Spirit , stay ; and by the pow'r [ To Damilcar . ] Of Nakar's Love , and of this holy Wand On the North quarter of my Circle stand : ( Sev'n foot around for my defence I take ! ) To all my questions faithful answers make , So may'st thou live thy thousand years in peace ; And see thy AEry progeny increase : So may'st thou still continue young and fair , Fed by the blast of pure AEtherial Air. And , thy full term expir'd , without all pain Dissolve into thy Astral source again . Dam. Name not my hated Rival Gemory , And I 'le speak true whate're thy questions be . Nig. Thy Rivals hated name I will refrain : Speak , shall the Emperour his love obtain ? Dam. Few hours shall pass before your Emperour shall be Possess'd of that he loves , or from that love be free . Placid .

Shall I enjoy that Beauty I adore ?

Dam. She Suppliant-like , e're long , thy succour shall implore : And thou with her thou lov'st in happiness may'st live : If she not dies before , who all thy joys can give . Nig.

Say , what does the AEgyptian Princess now ?

Dam.

A gentle slumber sits upon her brow .

Nig. Go , stand before her in a golden dream : Set all the pleasures of the world to show , And in vain joys let her loose spirit flow . Dam. Twice fifty Tents remove her from your sight , But I 'll cut through e'm all with rays of light : And covering other objects to your eyes , Show where intranc'd in silent sleep she lies . Damilcar stamps , and the Bed arises with S. Catharine in it . Dam. singing . You pleasing dreams of Love and sweet delight , Appear before this slumbring Virgins sight : Soft visions set her free From mournful piety . Let her sad thoughts from Heav'n retire ; And let the Melancholy Love Of those remoter joys above Give place to your more sprightly fire . Let purling streams be in her fancy seen ; And flowry Meads , and Vales of chearful green : And in the midst of deathless Groves Soft sighing wishes ly , And smiling hopes fast by , And just beyond e'm ever laughing Loves . A Scene of a Paradise is discovered . Placid . Some pleasing objects do her mind employ ; For on her face I read a wandring Joy. SONG . Dam. Ah how sweet it is to love , Ah how gay is young desire ! And what pleasing pains we prove When we first approach Loves fire ! Pains of Love be sweeter far Than all other pleasures are . Sighs which are from Lovers blown , Do but gently heave the Heart : Ev'n the tears they shed alone Cure , like trickling Balm their smart . Lovers when they lose their breath , Bleed away in easie death . Love and Time with reverence use , Treat 'em like a parting friend : Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send : For each year their price is more , And they less simple than before . Love , like Spring-tides full and high , Swells in every youthful vein : But each Tide does less supply , Till they quite shrink in again : If a flow in Age appear , 'T is but rain , and runs not clear . At the end of the Song a Dance of Spirits . After which Amariel , the Guardian-Angel of S. Catharine , descends to soft Musick , with a flaming Sword. The Spirits crawl off the Stage amazedly , and Damilcar runs to a corner of it . Amar. From the bright Empire of Eternal day , Where waiting minds for Heav'ns Commission stay , Amariel flies : ( a darted Mandate came From that great will which moves this mighty Frame , Bid me to thee , my Royal charge , repair , To guard thee from the Daemons of the Air ; My flaming Sword above 'em to display , ( All keen and ground upon the edge of day ; ) The flat to sweep the Visions from thy mind , The edge to cut 'em through that stay behind . ) Vain Spirits , you that shunning Heav'ns high noon , Swarm here beneath the concave of the Moon , What folly , or what rage your duty blinds , To violate the sleep of holy minds ? Hence , to the task assign'd you here below : Upon the Ocean make loud Tempests blow : Into the wombs of hollow Clouds repair , And crush out Thunder from the bladder'd Air. From pointed Sun-beams take the Mists they drew , And scatter 'em again in pearly dew : And of the bigger drops they drain below , Some mould in Hail , and others stamp in Snow . Dam. Mercy , bright Spirit , I already feel The piercing edge of thy immortal steel : Thou , Prince of day , from Elements Art free ; And I all body when compar'd to thee . Thou tread'st th' Abyss of light ! And where it streams with open eyes canst go : We wander in the Fields of Air below : Changlings and Fooles of Heav'n : and thence shut out , Wildly we roam in discontent about : Gross-heavy-fed , next man in ignorance and sin , And spotted all without ; and dusky all within . Without thy Sword I perish by thy sight , I reel , and stagger , and am drunk with light . Ama. If e're again thou on this place art found , Full fifty years I 'le chain thee under ground ; The damps of Earth shall be thy daily food ; All swoln and bloated like a dungeon toad : And when thou shalt be freed , yet thou shalt ly Gasping upon the ground , too faint to fly ; And lag below thy fellows in the sky . Dam. O pardon , pardon this accursed deed , And I no more on Magick fumes will feed ; Which drew me hither by their pow'rful steams . Ama. to S. Cath. Go expiate thy guilt in holy dreams . [ Ex. Dam. But thou , sweet Saint , henceforth disturb'd no more With dreams not thine , thy thoughts to Heav'n restore . The Angel ascends , and the Scene shuts . Nig. Some holy Being does invade this place , And from their duty does my Spirits chase . I dare no longer near it make abode : No Charms prevail against the Christians God. Exit . Placid . How doubtfully these Specters Fate foretell ! In double sense , and twi-light truth they dwell : Like sawning Courtiers for success they wait , And then come smiling and declare for Fate . Enter Maximin and Porphyrius , attended by Valerius and Guards . But see , the Tyrant and my Rival come : I , like the Fiends , will flatter in his doom : None but a Fool distastful truth will tell , So it be new and please , 't is full as well . Placid . whispers with the Emperour who seems pleas'd . Max. You charm me with your news , which I 'le reward : By hopes we are for coming joys prepar'd : Possess her Love , or from that Love be free Heav'n speaks me fair : if she as kind can prove , I shall possess , but never quit my Love. Go , tell me when she wakes Exit Placidius . Porphyrius seems to beg something of him . Porphyrius , no ; She has refus'd , and I will keep my vow . Por. For your own sake your cruel vow defer ; The time 's unsafe , your Enemies are near . And to displease your men when they should fight Max. My looks alone my Enemies will fright ; And o're my men I 'le set my careful Spies , To watch Rebellion in their very eyes . No more , I cannot bear the least reply . Por. Yet , Tyrant , thou shalt perish e're she dye . Aside . Enter Valeria . Valeria here ! how Fortune treats me still With various harms , magnificently ill ! Max. Valeria , I was sending to your Tent , To Valeria . But my Commands your presence does prevent . This is the hour , wherein the Priest shall joyn Your holy Loves , and make Porphyrius mine . Val. aside . Now hold , my Heart , and Venus I implore , Be Judge if she he loves deserves him more . Por. aside . Past hope ! and all in vain I would preserve My life , not for my self , but her I serve . Val.

I come , great Sir , your justice to demand .

To the Emp. Max.

You cannot doubt it from a Fathers hand .

Por. Sir , I confess before her Suit be known ; And , by my self condemn'd , my crime I own . I have refus'd Val. Peace , peace , while I confess I have refus'd thee for unworthiness . Por.

I am amaz'd .

Max. What Riddles do you use ? Dare either of you my Commands refuse ? Val. Yes , I dare owne how e're 't was wisely done T' adopt so mean a person for your Son : So low you should not for your Daughter chuse : And therefore , Sir , this Marriage I refuse . Max.

You lik'd the choice when first I thought it fit .

Val.

I had not then enough consider'd it .

Max. And you have now consider'd it too much : Secrets of Empire are not safe to touch . Por. Let not your mighty anger rise too high ; 'T is not Valeria merits it , but I. My own unworthiness so well I knew , That from her Love I consciosly withdrew . Val. Thus rather than endure the little shame To be refus'd , you blast a Virgins name . You to refuse , and I to be deny'd ! Learn more discretion , or be taught less pride . Por. O Heav'n , in what a Labyrinth am I led ! I could get out , but she detains the thred ! Now I must wander on till I can see , Whether her pity or revenge it be ! Aside . Max. With what childs anger do you think you play ? I 'le punish both , if either disobey . Val. Since all the fault was mine , I am content Perphyrius should not share the punishment . Por. Blind that I was till now , that could not see , 'T was all th' effect of generosity . She loves me , ev'n to suffer for my sake ; And on her self would my refusal take . Aside . Max. Children to serve their Parents int'rest , live . To Val. Take heed what doom against your self you give . Por. Since she must suffer , if I do not speak , 'T is time the Laws of Decency to break . She told me , Sir , that she your choice approv'd : And ( though I blush to owne it ) said she lov'd . Lov'd me desertless , who , with shame , confest , Another flame had seiz'd upon my brest . Which when , too late , the generous Princess knew , And fear'd your justice would my crime pursue , Upon her self she makes the Tempest fall , And my refusal her contempt would call . Val. He raves , Sir , and to cover my disdain , Unhandsomly would his denial feign . And all means failing him , at last would try T' usurp the credit of a scorn , and dye . But let him live : his punishment shall be The grief his pride will bring for losing me . Max. You both obnoxious to my justice are ; And , Daughter , you have not deserv'd my care . 'T is my Command you strictly guarded be , Till your fantastick quarrel you agree . Por.

Sir

Max. I 'le not hear you speak , her crime is plain , She owns her pride which you perhaps my feign . She shall be Prisoner till she bend her mind To that which is for both of you design'd . Val.

You 'l find it hard my free-born will to bound .

Max. I 'le find that pow'r o're wills which Heav'n ne're found . Free will 's a cheat in any one but me : In all but Kings 't is willing slavery . An unseen Fate which forces the desire : The will of Puppets danc'd upon a wyre . A Monarch is The Spirit of the World in every mind ; He may match Wolves to Lambs , and make it kind . Mine is the business of your little Fates : And though you war , like petty wrangling States , You 're in my hand ; and when I bid you cease , You shall be crush'd together into peace . Val. aside . Thus by the world my courage will be priz'd ; Seeming to scorn , who am , alas , despis'd : Dying for Love's , fulfilling Honour's Laws ; A secret Martyr while I owne no cause . Exeunt Porphyrius and Valeria severally . To Maximin enter S. Catharine . S. Cath. I come not now , as Captive to your pow'r , To beg ; but as high Heav'ns Embassadour , The Laws of my Religion to fulfill : Heav'n sends me to return you good for ill . Your Empress to your Love I would restore ; And to your mind the peace it had before . Max. While in anothers name you Peace declare , Princess , you in your own proclaim a War. Your too great pow'r does your design oppose ; You make those breaches which you strive to close . S. Cath. That little beauty which too much you prize Seeks not to move your heart , or draw your eyes : Your Love to Berenice is due alone : Love , like that pow'r which I adore , is one . When fixt to one , it safe at Anchor rides , And dares the fury of the winds and tides : But losing once that hold , to the wide Ocean born , It drives away at will , to every wave a scorn . Max. If to new persons I my Love apply , The Stars and Nature are in fault , not I : My Loves are like my old Praetorian Bands , Whose Arbitrary pow'r their Prince commands : I can no more make passion come or go , Than you can bid your Nilus ebb or flow . ` T is lawless , and will love , and where it list : And that 's no sin which no man can resist : Those who impute it to me as a crime , Would make a God of me before my time . S. Cath. A God , indeed , after the Roman style , An Eagle mounting from a kindled Pile : But you may make your self a God below : For Kings who rule their own desires are so . You roam about , and never are at rest ; By new desires , that is , new torments , still possest . Qualmish and loathing all you had before : Yet with a sickly appetite to more . As in a fev'rish dream you still drink on ; And wonder why your thirst is never gone . Love , like a ghostly Vision haunts your mind ; 'T is still before you what you left behind . Max. How can I help those faults which Nature made ? My appetite is sickly and decay'd , And you forbid me change ( the sick mans ease ) Who cannot cure , must humour his disease . S. Cath. Your mind should first the remedy begin ; You seek without , the Cure that is within . The vain experiments you make each day , To find content , still finding it decay , Without attempting more , should let you see That you have sought it where it ne're could be . But when you place your joys on things above , You fix the wand'ring Planet of your Love : Thence you may see Poor humane kind all daz'd in open day , Erre after bliss , and blindly miss their way : The greatest happiness a Prince can know , Is to love Heav'n above , do good below . To them Berenice and Attendants . Ber. That happiness may Berenice find , Leaving these empty joys of Earth behind : And this frail Being , where so short a while Th' unfortunate lament , and prosp'rous smile . Yet a few days , and those which now appear In youth and beauty like the blooming year , In life's swift Scene shall change ; and cares shall come , And heavy age , and death's relentless doom . S. Cath. Yet man , by pleasures seeks that Fate which he would shun ; And , suck'd in by the stream , does to the Whirl-pool run . Max. How , Madam , are you to new ways inclin'd ? To Ber. I fear the Christian Sect perverts your mind . Ber. Yes , Tyrant , know that I their Faith embrace , And owne it in the midst of my disgrace . That Faith , which abject as it seems to thee , Is nobler than thy Purple Pageantry : A Faith , which still with Nature is at strife ; And looks beyond it to a future life . A Faith which vitious Souls abhor and fear , Because it shows Eternity to near . And therefore every one With seeming scorn of it the rest deceives : All joyning not to owne what each believes . S. Cath. O happy Queen ! whom pow'r leads not astray , Nor youth's more pow'rful blandishments betray . Ber. Your Arguments my reason first inclin'd , And then your bright example fix'd my mind . Max. With what a holy Empress am I blest , What scorn of Earth dwells in her heav'nly brest ! My Crown 's too mean ; but he whom you adore , Has one more bright of Martyrdom in store . She dyes , and I am from the envy freed : Aside . She has , I thank her , her own death decreed . No Souldier now will in her rescue stir ; Her death is but in complaisance to her . I 'le haste to gratifie her holy will ; Heav'n grant her zeal may but continue still . To Val. Tribune , a Guard to seize the Empress strait , Secure her Person Pris'ner to the State. Exit Maximin . Val. going to her . Madam , believe 't is with regret I come To execute my angry Prince's doom . Enter Porphyrius . Por. What is it I behold ! Tribune , from whence Proceeds this more than barbarous insolence ? Val.

Sir , I perform the Emperour's Commands .

Por. Villain , hold off thy sacrilegious hands , Or by the Gods retire without reply : And , if he asks who bid thee , say 't was I. Valerius retires to a distance . Ber. Too generously your safety you expose To save one moment her whom you must lose . Por. 'Twixt you and death ten thousand lives there stand ; Have courage , Madam , the Praetorian Band Will all oppose your Tyrants cruelty . S. Cath. And I have Heav'n implor'd she may not dye . As some to witness truth Heav'ns call obey ; So some on Earth must , to confirm it , stay . Por.

What Faith , what Witness is it that you name ?

Ber.

Knowing what she believes , my Faith 's the same .

Por. How am I cross'd what way so e're I go ! To the unlucky every thing is so . Now , Fortune , thou hast shown thy utmost spight : The Souldiers will not for a Christian fight . And , Madam , all that I can promise now , Is but to dye before death reaches you . Ber. Now death draws near , a strange perplexity Creeps coldly on me , like a fear to dye : Courage , uncertain dangers may abate ; But who can bear th' approach of certain Fate ? S. Cath. The wisest and the best some fear may show ; And wish to stay , though they resolve to go . Ber. As some faint Pilgrim standing on the shore , First views the Torrent he would venture o're ; And then his Inn upon the farther ground , Loth to wade through , and lother to go round : Then dipping in his staff do's tryal make , How deep it is ; and , sighing , pulls it back : Sometimes resolv'd to fetch his leap ; and then Runs to the Bank , but there stops short agen ; So I at once Both heav'nly Faith , and humane fear obey ; And feel before me in an unknown way . For this blest Voyage I with joy prepare ; Yet am asham'd to be a stranger there . S. Cath. You are not yet enough prepar'd to dye : Earth hangs too heavy for your Soul to flye . Por. One way ( and Heav'n I hope inspires my mind ) I for your safety in this straight can find : But this fair Queen must farther my intent . S. Cath.

Name any way your reason can invent .

Por. to Ber. Though your Religion ( which I cannot blame , Because my secret Soul avows the same ) Has made your life a forfeit to the Laws , The Tyrants new-born passion is the cause . Were this bright Princess once remov'd away , Wanting the food , the flame would soon decay . And I 'le prepare a faithful Guard this night T' attend her person , and secure her flight . Ber. to S. Cath. By this way I shall both from death be freed , And you unforc'd to any wicked deed . S. Cath. Madam , my thoughts are with themselves at strife ; And Heav'n can witness how I prize your life : But 't is a doubtful conflict I must try Betwixt my pity and my piety . Staying , your precious life I must expose : Going , my Crown of Martyrdom I lose . Por. Your equal choice when Heav'n does thus divide , You should , like Heav'n , still lean on mercy's side . S. Cath. The will of Heav'n , judg'd by a private brest , Is often what 's our private interest . And therefore those , who would that will obey , Without their int'rest must their duty weigh . As for my self , I do not life despise ; But as the greatest gift of Nature prize . My Sex is weak , my fears of death are strong ; And whate're is , it 's Being would prolong . Were there no sting in death , for me to dye , Would not be conquest , but stupidity . But if vain Honour can confirm the Soul , And sense of shame the fear of death controul , How much more then should Faith uphold the mind , Which , showing death , shows future life behind ? Ber. Of death's contempt Heroick proofs you give ; But , Madam , let my weaker Vertue live . Your Faith may bid you , your own life resign ; But not when yours must be involv'd with mine . Since , then , you do not think me fit to dye , Ah , how can you that life I beg , deny ! S. Cath. Heav'n does in this my greatest tryal make , When I for it , the care of you forsake . But I am plac'd , as on a Theater , Where all my Acts to all Mankind appear , To imitate my constancy or fear . Then , Madam , judge what course I should pursue , When I must either Heav'n forsake , or you . Por. Were saving Berenice's life a sin , Heav'n had shut up your flight from Maximin . S. Cath. Thus , with short Plummets Heav'ns deep will we sound , That vast Abyss where humane Wit is drown'd ! In our small Skiff we must not launce too far ; We here but Coasters , not Discov'rers are . Faith's necessary Rules are plain and few ; We , many , and those needless Rules pursue : Faith from our hearts into our heads we drive ; And make Religion all Contemplative . You , on Heav'ns will may witty glosses feign ; But that which I must practise here , is plain : If the All-great decree her life to spare , He will , the means , without my crime prepare . Exit S. Cath. Por. Yet there is one way left ! it is decreed To save your life that Maximin shall bleed . ' Midst all hisGuards I will his death pursue , Or fall a Sacrifice to Love and you . Ber. So great a fear of death I have not shown , That I would shed his blood to save my own . My fear is but from humane frailty brought ; And never mingled with a wicked thought . Por. 'T is not a Crime , since one of you must dye ; Or is excus'd by the necessity . Ber. I cannot to a Husband's death consent ; But , by revealing , will your crime prevent : The horrour of this deed Against the fear of death has arm'd my mind ; And now less guilt in him than you I find : If I a Tyrant did detest before , I hate a Rebel and a Traitor more : Ungrateful man Remember whose Successor thou art made , And then thy Benefactors life invade . Guards to your charge I give your Pris'ner back : And will from none but Heav'n my safety take . Exit with Valerius and Guards . Por. solus . 'T is true , what she has often urg'd before ; He 's both my Father and my Emperour ! O Honour , how can'st thou invent a way To save my Queen , and not my trust betray ! Unhappy I that e're he trusted me ! As well his Guardian-Angel may his Murd'rer be . And yet let Honour , Faith , and Vertue flye , But let not Love in Berenice dye . She lives ! That 's put beyond dispute , as firm as Fate : Honour and Faith let Argument debate . Enter Maximin and Valerius talking , and Guards . Max 'T is said ; but I am loth to think it true , To Porphy . That my late Orders were contemn'd by you : That Berenice from her Guards you freed . Por.

I did it , and I glory in the deed .

Max.

How , glory my Commands to disobey !

Por.

When those Commands would your Renown betray .

Max. Who should be Judge of that Renown you name But I ? Por.

Yes I , and all who love your fame .

Max.

Porphyrius , your replies are insolent .

Por. Sir , they are just , and for your service meant . If , for Religion you our lives will take ; You do not the offenders find , but make . All Faiths are to their own believers just ; For none believe , because they will , but must . Faith is a force from which there 's no defence ; Because the Reason it does first convince . And Reason Conscience into fetters brings ; And Conscience is without the pow'r of Kings . Max. Then Conscience is a greater Prince than I : At whose each erring call a King may dye . Who Conscience leaves to its own free command , Puts the worst Weapon in a Rebels hand . Por. It 's Empire , therefore Sir , should bounded be ; And but in acts of it's Religion , free : Those who ask Civil pow'r and Conscience too , Their Monarch to his own destruction woo . With needful Arms let him secure his peace ; Then , that wild beast he safely may release . Mix. I can forgive these liberties you take , While but my Counsellor your self you make : But you first act your sense , and then advise : That is , at my expence you will be wise . My Wife , I for Religion do not kill ; But she shall dye because it is my will. Por. Sir , I acknowledge I too much have done ; And therefore merit not to be your Son : I render back the Honours which you gave ; My liberty 's the only gift I crave . Max. You take too much : but , e're you lay it down , Consider what you part with in a Crown : Monarchs of cares in Policy complain , Because they would be pity'd while they raign ; For still the greater troubles they confess , They know their pleasures will be envy'd less . Por. Those joys I neither envy nor admire ; But beg I from the troubles may retire . Max. What Soul is this which Empire cannot stir ! Supine and tame as a Philosopher ! Know then , thou wert adopted to a Throne , Not for thy sake so much as for my own . My thoughts were once about thy death at strife ; And thy succession's thy reprieve for life . Por. My life and death are still within your pow'r : But your succession I renounce this hour . Upon a bloody Throne I will not sit ; Nor share the guilt of Crimes which you commit . Max.

If you are not my Caesar , you must dye .

Por.

I take it as the nobler Destiny .

Max. I pity thee , and would thy faults forgive : But thus presuming on , thou canst not live . Por. Sir , with your Throne your pity I restore ; I am your Foe ; nor will I use it more . Now all my debts of gratitude are paid , I cannot trusted be , nor you betray'd . Is going . Max. Stay , stay ! in threat'ning me to be my Foe , You give me warning to conclude you so . Thou to succeed a Monarch in his Seat ! Enter Placidius . No , Fool , thou art too honest to be great ! Placidius , on your life this Pris'ner keep : Our enmity shall end before I sleep . Placid . I still am ready , Sir , when e're you please , To Porphy . To do you such small services as these . Max. The sight with which my eyes shall first be fed , Must be my Empress and this Traitors head . Por. Where e're thou standst I 'le level at that place My gushing blood , and spout it at thy face . Thus , not by Marriage , we our blood will joyn : Nay more , my arms shall throw my head at thine . Exit guarded . Max. There , go adoption : I have now decreed That Maximin shall Maximin succeed : Old as I am , in pleasures I will try To waste an Empire yet before I dye : Since life is fugitive , and will not stay , I 'le make it flye more pleasantly away . Exit .
ACT V.
SCENE I. Valeria , Placidius . Val. IF , as you say , you silently have been So long my Lover , let my pow'r be seen : One hours discourse before Porphyrius dye , Is all I ask , and you too may be by . Placid . I must not break The order , which the Emperour did sign . Val.

Has then his hand more pow'r with you than mine ?

Placid . This hand if given , would far more pow'rful be Than all the Monarchs of the World to me : But 't is a bait which would my heart betray ; And , when I 'm fast , will soon be snatcht away . Val. O say not so ; for I shall ever be Oblig'd to him who once obliges me . Placid . Madam , I 'le wink , and favour your deceit : But know , fair Coz'ner , that I know the cheat : Though to these eyes I nothing can refuse , I 'le not the merit of my ruine lose : It is enough I see the hook , and bite : But first I 'le pay my death with my delight . [ Kisses her hand , and Exit . ] Val. What can I hope from this sad interview ! And yet my brave design I will pursue . By many signs I have my Rival found : But Fortune him , as deep as me does wound . For , if he loves the Empress , his sad Fate More moves my pity , than his scorn my hate . To her Placidius with Porphyrius . Placid . I am , perhaps , the first Who forc'd by Fate , and in his own despight , Brought a lov'd Rival to his Mistress sight . Val. But , in revenge , let this your comfort be , That you have brought a man who loves not me . However , lay your causeless envy by ; He is a Rival who must quickly dye . Por. And yet I could with less concernment bear That death of which you speak , than see you here . So much of guilt in my refusal lyes , That Debtor-like , I dare not meet your eyes . Val. I do not blame you , if you love elsewhere : And , would to Heav'n , I could your suff'rings bear ; Or once again could some new way invent To take upon my self your punishment : I sent for you , to let you know that still ( Though now I want the pow'r ) I have the will. Placid . Can all this Ocean of your kindness be Pour'd upon him , and not one drop on me ? Val. 'T is pour'd ; but falls from this ungrateful man , Like drops of water from a rising Swan . Upon his breast no sign of wet remains ; He bears his Love more proudly than his Chains . Por. This thankless man his death will soon remove , And quickly end so undeserv'd a Love. Val. Unthankful as you are , I know not why , But still I love too well to see you dye . Placidius , can you love , and see my grief , And for my sake not offer some relief ? Placid . Not all the Gods his ruine shall prevent ; Your kindness does but urge his punishment . Besides What is it I can for his safety do ? He has declar'd himself your Father's Foe . Val. Give out he is escap'd , and set him free : And , if you please , lay all the fault on me . Por. O do not on those terms my freedom name : Freed by your danger I should dye with shame . Placid . I must not farther by your prayers be won . To her , All I could do I have already done . Val. To bring Porphyrius only to my sight , Was not to show your pity , but your spight : Would you but half oblige her you adore ? You should not have done this , or should do more . Placid . Alas , what hope can there be left for me , When I must sink into the Mine I see ? My heart will fall before you , if I stay ; Each word you speak saps part of it away . Yet all my Fortune on his death is set : And he may love her , though he loves not yet . He must and yet she says he must not dye : O , if I could but wink , I could deny . To them Albinus . Alb. The Emperour expects your Pris'ner strait : And , with impatience , for his death does wait . Placid . Nay , then it is too late my Love to weigh . Exit Alb. Your pardon , Madam , if I must obey . Por.

I am prepar'd , he shall not long attend .

Val. Then hear my pray'rs , and my submissions end . Placidius know , that hour in which he dyes , My death ( so well I love ) shall wait on his . Placid .

O , Madam , do not fright me with your death !

Val. My life depends alone upon his breath . But , if I live in him , you do not know How far my gratitude to you may go . I do not promise but it so may prove , That gratitude , in time , may turn to Love. Try me Placid . Now I consider it , I will : Musing a little . 'T is in your pow'r to save him or to kill . I 'le run the hazard to preserve his life , If , after that , you vow to be my Wife . Val. Nay , good Placidius , now you are too hard : Would you do nothing but for meer reward ? Like Usurers to men in want you prove , When you would take Extortion for my Love. Placid .

You have concluded then that he must dye .

[ Going with Porphy . ] Val. O stay , if no price else his life can buy , My Love a ransom for his life I give : [ Holding her Handkerchief before her face . ] Let my Porphyrius for another live . Por. You too much value the small merchandise : My life's o're-rated , when your Love 's the price . Enter Albinus . Alb. I long have list'ned to your generous strife , As much concern'd for brave Porphyrius life : For mine I to his favour ow'd this day ; Which with my future Service I will pay . Placid . Lest any your intended flight prevent , I 'le lead you first the back-way to my Tent : Thence , in disguise , you may the City gain , While some excuse for your escape I feign . Val. Farewel , I must not see you when you part : [ Turning her face away . ] For that last look would break my tender heart . Yet let it break I must have one look more : [ Looking on him . ] Nay , now I 'm less contented than before . For that last look draws on another too ; Which sure I need not to remember you . For ever yet I must one glance repeat : But quick and short as starving people eat . So much humanity dwells in your brest , Sometimes to think on her who loves you best . [ Going , he takes her hand and kisses it ] Por. My wandring steps where ever Fortune bear , Your memory I in my breast will wear . Which , as a precious Amulet , I still Will carry , my defence and guard from ill . Though to my former vows I must be true , I 'le ever keep one Love entire for you . That Love which Brothers with chaste Sisters make : And by this Holy kiss , which now I take From your fair hand This common Sun which absent both shall see , Shall ne're behold a breach of Faith in me . Val. Go , go , my death will your short vows restore : You 've said enough , and I can hear no more . Exit Valeria one way , and Porphy . and Alb. another . Placid . Love and good Nature , how do you betray ! Misleading those who see and know their way ! I , whom deep Arts of State could ne're beguile , Have sold my self to ruine for a smile . Nay , I am driv'n so low , that I must take That smile , as Alms , giv'n for my Rivals sake . He , like a secret Worm , has eat his way ; And , lodg'd within , does on the kernel prey : I creep without ; and hopeless to remove Him thence , wait only for the husk of Love. Enter Maximin talking with Valerius . Max.

And why was I not told of this before ?

Val. Sir , she this evening landed on the shore . For with her Daughter being Pris'ner made , She in another Vessel was convey'd . Max. Bring hither the AEgyptian Princess strait . To Placid . And you , Valerius , on her Mother wait . Exit Valerius . Placid .

The Mother of th' AEgyptian Princess here !

Max. Porphyrius death I will a while defer . And this new opportunity improve To make my last effort upon her Love. Exit Placidius . Those who have youth may long endure to court ; But he must swiftly catch whose Race is short . I in my Autumn do my Siege begin ; And must make haste e're Winter comes , to win . This hour no longer shall my pains endure : Her Love shall ease me , or her death shall cure . Enter at one door Felicia and Valerius , at the other S. Catharine and Placidius . S. Cath.

O , my dear Mother !

Fel. With what joy I see My dearest Daughter from the Tempest free . S. Cath. Dearer than all the joys vain Empire yields , Or then to youthful Monarchs conquer'd fields . Before you came my Soul All fill'd with Heav'n did earthly joys disdain . But you pull back some part of me again . Placid .

You see , Sir , she can owne a joy below .

Max.

It much imports me that this truth I know .

Fel. How dreadful death does on the waves appear ! Where Seas we only see , and Tempest hear . Such frightful Images did then pursue My trembling Soul , that scarce I thought of you . Placid . All Circumstances to your wish combine : Her fear of death advances your design . Fel. But to that only pow'r we serve I pray'd , Till he , who bid it rise , the Tempest laid . Max. You are a Christian then ! To Felicia . For death this very hour you must prepare : I have decreed no Christians life to spare . Fel. For death ! I hope you but my courage try : Whatever I believe , I dare not dye . Heav'n does not , sure , that Seal of Faith require ; Or , if it did , would firmer thoughts inspire . A Womans witness can no credit give To Truths Divine , and therefore I would live . Max. I cannot give the life which you demand : But that and mine are in your Daughter's hand : Ask her , if she will yet her Love deny ; And bid a Monarch , and her Mother dye . Fel. Now , mighty Prince , you cancel all my fear : My life is safe , when it depends on her . How can you let me languish thus in pain ! To S. Cath. Make haste to cure those doubts which yet remain . Speak quickly , speak and ease me of my fear . S. Cath. Alas , I doubt it is not you I hear . Some wicked Fiend assumes your voice and face , To make frail Nature triumph over Grace . It cannot be That she who taught my Childhood Piety , Should bid my riper age my Faith deny : That she who bid my hopes this Crown pursue , Should snatch it from me when 't is just in view . Fel. Peace , peace , too much my age's shame you show : How easie 't is to teach ! how hard to do ! Mylab'ring thoughts are with themselves at strife : I dare not dye , nor bid you save my life . Max. You must do one , and that without delay ; Too long already for your death I stay : I cannot with your small concerns dispence ; For deaths of more importance call me hence . Prepare to execute your office strait . To his Guards . Fel. O stay , and let 'em but one minute wait . Such quick Commands for death you would not give , ( Ah ) if you knew how sweet it were to live . Max.

Then bid her love .

Fel. Is duty grown so weak , To S. Cath. That Love 's a harder word than Death to speak ? S. Cath.

Oh!

Fel. Mistake me not , I never can approve [ privately to S. Cath. ] A thing so wicked as the Tyrants Love. I ask you would but some false promise give , Only to gain me so much time to live . S. Cath. That promise is a step to greater sin : The hold once lost , we seldom take agen . Each bound to Heav'n we fainter Essays make : Still losing somewhat till we quite go back . Max.

Away , I grant no longer a reprieve .

Fel. O do but beg my life , and I may live . To S. Cath. Have you not so much pity in your brest ? He stays to have you make it your request . S. Cath. To beg your life Is not to ask a grace of Maximin : It is a silent bargain for a sin . Could we live always , life were worth our cost ; But now we keep with care what must be lost . Here we stand shiv'ring on the Bank , and cry , When we should plunge into Eternity . One moment ends our pain ; And yet the shock of death we dare not stand , By thought scarce measur'd , and too swift for sand : 'T is but because the Living death ne're knew , They fear to prove it as a thing that 's new . Let me th'Experiment before you try , I 'le show you first how easie 't is to dye . Max. Draw then that Curtain , and let death appear , And let both see how easie 't will be there . The Scene opens , and shews the Wheel . Fel.

Alas , what torments I already feel !

Max. Go , bind her hand and foot beneath that Wheel : Four of you turn the dreadful Engine round ; Four others hold her fast'ned to the ground : That by degrees her tender breasts may feel , First the rough razings of the pointed steel : Her Paps then let the bearded Tenters stake , And on each hook a gory Gobbet take . Till th' upper flesh by piece-meal torn away , Her beating heart shall to the Sun display . Fel. My dearest Daughter at your feet I fall ; Kneeling . Hear , Oh yet hear your wretched Mothers call . Think , at your Birth , ah think what pains I bore , And can your eyes behold me suffer more ? You were the Child which from your infancy I still lov'd best , and then you best lov'd me . About my neck your little arms you spred , Nor could you sleep without me in the bed . But sought my bosom when you went to rest , And all night long would lye across my brest . Nor without cause did you that fondness show : You may remember when our Nile did flow ; While on the Bank you innocently stood , And with a Wand made Circles in the flood , That rose , and just was hurrying you to death , When I , from far , all pale and out of breath Ran and rusht in And from the waves my floating pledge did bear , So much my Love was stronger than my fear . But you Max. Woman , for these long tales your life 's too short ; Go , bind her quickly , and begin the sport . Fel. No , in her arms my Sanctuary's plac'd : [ Running to her Daughter . ] Thus I will cling for ever to her waste . Max. What must my will by women be controll'd ? Haste , draw your Weapons , and cut off her hold . S. Cath. Thus my last duty to you let me pay : [ Kissing her Mother . ] Yet , Tyrant , I to thee will never pray . Though hers to save I my own life would give , Yet by my sin , my Mother shall not live : To thy foul lust I never can confent ; Why dost thou then defer my punishment ? I scorn those Gods thou vainly dost adore : Contemn thy Empire , but thy Bed abhor . If thou would'st yet a bloodier Tyrant be , I will instruct thy rage , begin with me . Max. I thank thee that thou dost my anger move : It is a Tempest that will wreck my Love. I 'le pull thee hence , close hidden as thou art , [ Claps his hand to his breast . ] And stand with my drawn Sword before my heart . Yes , you shall be obey'd , though I am loth , Go , and while I can bid you , bind 'em both . Go , bind 'em e're my fit of Love return : Fire shall quench fire , and anger Love shall burn . Thus I prevent those follies I should do ; And 't is the nobler Fever of the two . Fel.

Torn piece by piece , alas what horrid pains !

S. Cath. Heav'n is all mercy , who that death ordains . And that which Heav'n thinks best is surely so : But bare and naked , shame to undergo , 'T is somewhat more than death ! Expos'd to lawless eyes I dare not be , My modesty is sacred , Heav'n to thee . Let not my body be the Tyrant's spoil ; Nor hands nor eyes thy purity defile . Amariel descends swiftly with a flaming Sword , and strikes at the Wheel , which breaks in pieces , then he ascends again . Max. Is this th' effect of all your boasted skill ? These brittle toys to execute my will ? A Puppet-show of death I only find , Where I a strong and sinewy pain design'd . By what weak infant was this Engine wrought ? Val. From Bilbilis the temper'd steel was brought : Metall more tough the Anvil ne're did beat , Nor , from the Forge , did hissing waters heat . Placid . I saw a Youth descend all Heav'nly fair , Who in his hand a flaming Sword did bear , And , Whirlwind-like , around him drove the Air. At his rais'd arm the rigid Iron shook ; And , bending backwards , fled before the stroke . Max. What! Miracles , the tricks of Heav'n to me ? I 'le try if she be wholly Iron free . If not by Sword , then she shall dye by fire ; And one by one her Miracles I 'le tire . If proof against all kind of death she be , My Love 's immortal , and she 's fit for me . S. Cath. No , Heav'n has shown its pow'r , and now thinks fit Thee to thy former fury to remit . Had Providence my longer life decreed , Thou from thy passion hadst not yet been freed . But Heav'n , which suffer'd that , my Faith to prove , Now to its self does vindicate my Love. A pow'r controls thee which thou dost not see ; And that 's a Miracle it works in thee . Max. The truth of this new Miracle we 'll try ; To prove it , you must take the pains to dye . Bring me their heads Fel. That mercy , Tyrant , thou deny'st to me , At thy last breath may Heav'n refuse to thee . My fears are going , and I death can view : I see , I see him there thy steps pursue . And with a lifted arm and silent pace , Stalk after thee , just aiming in his chace . S. Cath. No more , dear Mother , ill in death it shows Your peace of mind by rage to discompose : No streak of blood ( the reliques of the Earth ) Shall stain my Soul in her immortal birth ; But she shall mount all pure , a white , and Virgin mind ; And full of all that peace , which there she goes to find . Exeunt S. Catharine and Felicia , with Valerius and Guards . The Scene shuts . Max. She 's gone , and pull'd my heart-strings as she went. Were penitence no shame , I could repent . Yet 't is of bad example she should live ; For I might get th' ill habit to forgive . Thou soft Seducer of my heart , away Who ling'ring would'st about its confines stay To watch when some Rebellion would begin ; And ready at each sigh to enter in . In vain ; for thou Dost on the outside of the body play , And when drawn nearest , shalt be whirl'd away . What ails me , that I cannot lose thy thought ! Command the Empress hither to be brought ; To Placid . I in her death shall some diversion find , And rid my thoughts at once of woman-kind . Placid .

'T is well he thinks not of Porphyrius yet .

Aside . Exit . Max. How hard it is this Beauty to forget ! My stormy rage has only shook my will : She crept down lower , but she sticks there still . Fool that I am to struggle thus with Love ! Why should I that which pleases me remove ? True , she should dye were she concern'd alone ; But I love , not for her sake , but my own . Our Gods are Gods 'cause they have pow'r and will ; Who can do all things , can do nothing ill . Ill is Rebellion 'gainst some higher pow'r : The World may sin , but not its Emperour . My Empress then shall dye , my Princess live ; If this be ill , I do my self forgive . To him Valerius . Val. Your will 's obey'd ; for mighty Emperour , The Princess and her Mother are no more . Max.

She is not dead !

Val.

Great Sir , your will was so .

Max. That was my will of half an hour ago . But now 't is alter'd ; I have chang'd her Fate , She shall not dye . Val. Your pity comes too late . Betwixt her Guards she seem'd by Bride-men led , Her cheeks with cheerful blushes were o'respred , When , smiling , to the Ax she bow'd her head . Just at the stroke AEtherial musick did her death prepare ; Like joyful sounds of Spousals in the Air. A radiant light did her crown'd Temples guild , And all the place with fragrant scents was fill'd . The Balmy mist came thick'ning to the ground , And sacred silence cover'd all around . But when ( its work perform'd ) the Cloud withdrew , And day restor'd us to each others view , I sought her head to bring it on my Spear ; In vain I sought it , for it was not there . No part remain'd ; but from afar our sight Discover'd in the Air long tracks of light ; Of charming Notes we heard the last rebounds , And Musick dying in remoter sounds . Max. And dost thou think This lame account fit for a Love-sick King ? Go from the other World a better bring . [ Kills him , then sets his foot on him , and speaks on . ] When in my breast two mighty passions strove , Thou had'st err'd better in obeying Love. 'T is true , that way thy death had follow'd too . But I had then been less displeas'd than now . Now I must live unquiet for thy sake ; And this poor recompence is all I take . Spurns the bod● Here the Scene opens and discovers Berenice on a Scaffold , the Guards by her , and amongst them Porphyrius and Albinus , like Moors , as all the Guards are . Placidius enters , and whispers the Emperour whilst Porphyrius speaks . Por. From Berenice I cannot go away ; But , like a Ghost , must near my Treasure stay . Alb.

Night and this shape secure us from their eyes .

Por. Have courage then for our bold enterprise . Duty and Faith no tye on me can have , Since I renounc'd those Honours which he gave , Max. The time is come we did so long attend , To Berenice . Which must these discords of our Marriage end . Yet Berenice remember you have been An Empress , and the Wife of Maximin . Ber. I will remember I have been your Wife ; And therefore , dying , beg from Heav'n your life : Be all the discords of our Bed forgot , Which , Vertue witness , I did never spot . What errors I have made , though while I live , You cannot pardon , to the dead forgive . Max. How much she is to piety inclin'd ! Behead her while she 's in so good a mind . Por. Stand firm , Albinus , now the time is come To free the Empress . Alb.

And deliver Rome .

Por. Within I feel my hot blood swell my heart , And generous tremblings in each outward part . 'T is done Tyrant , this is thy latest hour . Porphyrius and Albinus draw , and are making at the Emperour . Ber. Look to your self , my Lord the Emperour : Treason , help , help , my Lord ! Maximin turns and defends himself , the Guards set on Porphyrius and Albinus . Max. Disarm 'em , but their lives I charge you spare . After they are disarm'd . Unmask 'em , and discover who they are . Good Gods , is it Porphyrius whom I see ! Placid .

I wonder how he gain'd his liberty .

Max.

Traytor !

Por. Know , Tyrant , I can hear that name Rather than Son , and bear it with less shame . Traytor 's a name which were my arm yet free , The Roman Senate would bestow on thee . To Ber. Ah , Madam , you have ruin'd my design , And lost your life ; for I regard not mine . Too ill a Mistress , and too good a Wife . Ber.

It was my duty to preserve his life .

Max. Now I perceive To Porphyriu In what close walks your mind so long did move : You scorn'd my Throne , aspiring to her Love. Ber. In death I 'le owne a Love to him so pure ; As will the test of Heav'n it self endure . A Love so chast , as Conscience could not chide ; But cherisht it , and kept it by its side . A Love which never knew a hot desire , But flam'd as harmless as a lambent fire . A Love which , pure from Soul to Soul might pass , As light transmitted through a Crystal glass . Which gave Porphyrius all without a sin ; Yet kept entire the Right of Maximin . Max. The best return that I to both can make , Shall be to suffer for each others sake . Por. Barbarian , do not dare her blood to shed , Who from my vengeance sav'd thy cursed head . A flight no Honour ever reach'd before ; And which succeeding Ages will adore . Ber. Porphyrius I must dye ! That common debt to Nature paid must be ; But I have left a debt unpaid to thee . To Maximin I have perform'd the duty of a Wife ; But , saving his , I cast away thy life . Ah , what ill Stars upon our Loves did shine , That I am more thy Murd'rer than he mine . Max.

Make haste .

Por. So hasty none in execution are , But they allow the dying time for pray'r . Farewel , sweet Saint , my pray'r shall be to you : My Love has been unhappy , but 't was true . Remember me ! Alas what have I sed ? You must dye too ! But yet remember me when you are dead . Ber. If I dye first I will Stop short of Heav'n , and wait you in a Cloud ; For fear we lose each other in the crowd . Por. Love is the only Coyn in Heav'n will go : Then take all with you , and leave none below . Ber. 'T is want of knowledge , not of Love , I fear . Lest we mistake when bodies are not there , O as a mark that I could wear a Scroul , With this Inscription , Berenice's Soul. Por. That needs not , sure , for none will be so bright , So pure , or with so small allays of light . Max. From my full eyes fond tears begin to start ; Dispatch , they practise treason on my heart . Porphyrius kisses his hand , and blows it to Berenice saying , Por. Adieu : this farewel sigh I as my last bequeath , Catch it , 't is Love expiring in a breath . Berenice kissing hers in the same manner . Ber. This sigh of mine shall meet it half the way , As pledges giv'n that each for other stay . Enter Valeria and Cydon her Woman . Val.

What dismal Scene of Death is here prepar'd !

Max.

Now strike .

Val.

They shall not strike till I am heard .

Max. From whence does this new impudence proceed , That you dare alter that which I decreed ? Val. Ah , Sir , to what strange courses do you fly , To make your self abhorr'd for cruelty ! The Empire groans under your bloody Reign , And its vast body bleeds in every vein . Gasping and pale , and fearing more , it Iyes ; And now you stab it in the very eyes : Your Caesar and the Partner of your Bed ; Ah who can wish to live when they are dead ? If ever gentle pity touch'd your brest I cannot speak , my tears shall speak the rest . Weeping and sobbing . Por. She adds new grief to what I felt before , And Fate has now no room to put in more . Max Away , thou shame and slander of my blood . To Val. Who taught thee to be pitisul or good ? Val. What hope have I The name of Vertue should prevail with him , Who thinks ev'n it , for which I plead , a crime ? Yet Nature , sure , some Argument may be ; If them you cannot pity , pity me . Max. I will , and all the World shall judge it so : I will th' excess of pity to you show . You ask to save A dangerous Rebel , and disloyal Wife , And I in mercy will not take your life . Val. You more than kill me by this cruelty , And in their persons bid your Daughter dye . I honour Berenice's Vertue much ; But for Porphyrius my Love is such , I cannot , will not live when he is gone . Max. I 'le do that Cure for you which on my self is done . You must , like me , your Lovers life remove ; Cut off your hope , and you destroy your Love. If it were hard I would not bid you try The Med'cine : but 't is but to let him dye . Yet since you are so soft , ( which you call good ) And are not yet confirm'd enough in blood To see his death ; Your frailty shall be favour'd with this grace , That they shall suffer in another place . If after they are dead , their memory By any chance into your mind be brought , Laugh , and divert it with some other thought . Away with ' em . Exeunt Berenice , Porphyrius , Albinus carried off by Guards . Val. Since pray'rs nor tears can bend his cruel mind , [ Looking after Porphy . ] Farewel , the best and bravest of Mankind ; How I have lov'd Heav'n knows ; but there 's a Fate , Which hinders me from being fortunate . My Father's Crimes hang heavy on my head , And like a gloomy Cloud about me spread ; I would in vain be pious , that 's a grace Which Heav'n permits not to a Tyrant's race . Max.

Hence to her Tent the foolish Girl convey .

Val. Let me be just before I go away : Placidius , I have vow'd to be your Wife ; Take then my hand , 't is yours while I have life . One moment here , I must anothers be : But this Porphyrius gives me back to thee . Stabs her self twice , and then Placidius wrests the Dagger from her . Placid .

Help , help the Princess , help !

Max.

What rage has urg'd this act which thou hast done ?

Val. Thou , Tyrant , and thy Crimes have pull'd it on . Thou who canst death with such a pleasure see , Now take thy fill , and glut thy sight in me . But I 'le th' occasion of my death forget ; Save him I love , and be my Father yet : I can no more Porphyrius , my dear Cyd.

Alas , she raves , and thinks Porphyrius here .

Val. Have I not yet deserv'd thee now I dye ? Is Berenice still more fair than I ? Porphyrius , do not swim before my sight ; Stand still , and let me , let me aim aright . Stand still but while thy poor Valeria dyes , And sighs her Soul into her Lovers eyes . Dyes . Placid . She 's gone from Earth , and with her went away All of the Tyrant that deserv'd to stay : I 've lost in her all joys that life can give ; And only to revenge her death would live Aside . Cyd.

The Gods have claim'd her , and we must resign .

Max. What had the Gods to do with me or mine ? Did I molest your Heav'n ? Why should you then make Maximin your Foe , Who paid you Tribute , which he need not do ? Your Altars I with smoke of Gums did crown : For which you lean'd your hungry nostrils down . All daily gaping for my Incense there , More than your Sun could draw you in a year . And you for this these Plagues on me have sent ; But by the Gods , ( by Maximin I meant ) Henceforth I and my World Hostility with you and yours declare , Look to it , Gods ; for you th' Aggressors are . Keep you your Rain and Sun-shine in your Skies , And I 'le keep back my flame and Sacrifice . Your Trade of Heav'n shall soon be at a stand , And all your Goods lie dead upon your hand . Placid . Thus , Tyrant , since the Gods th' Aggressors are , [ Stabbing him . ] Thus by this stroke they have begun the War. Maximin struggles with him , and gets the Dagger from him . Max. Thus I return the strokes which they have giv'n ; [ Stabbing Placid . ] Thus , Traytor , thus , and thus I would to Heav'n . Stabbing upward with his Dagger . Placidius falls , and the Emperour staggers after him , and sits down upon him , the Guards come in to help the Emperour . Max. Stand off , and let me , e're my strength be gone , Take my last pleasure of revenge alone . Enter a Centurion . Cen. Arm , arm , the Camp is in a mutiny : For Rome and Liberty the Souldiers cry . Porphyrius mov'd their pity as he went , To rescue Berenice from punishment , And now he heads their new-attempted crime . Max. Now I am down , the Gods have watch'd their time . You think To save your credit , feeble Deities ; But I will give my self the strength to rise . He strives to get up , and being up , staggers . It wonnot be My body has not strength my mind to bear . I must return again and conquer here . Sits down upon the Body . My coward Body does my will controul ; Farewel thou base Deserter of my Soul. I 'le shake this Carcass off , and be obey'd ; Reign an Imperial Ghost without its aid . Go , Souldiers , take my Ensigns with you , fight , And vanquish Rebels in your Soveraign's right : Before I die Bring me Porphyrius and my Empress dead , I would brave Heav'n , in my each hand a head . Placid . Do not regard a dying Tyrants breath . [ To the Souldiers . ] He can but look revenge on you in death . Max. Vanquish'd , and dar'st thou yet a Rebel be ? Thus I can more than look revenge on thee . [ Stabs him again . Placid .

Oh , I am gone !

Dyes . Max. And after thee I go , Revenging still , and following ev'n to th' other world my blow . Stabs him again . And shoving back this Earth on which I sit , I 'le mount and scatter all the Gods I hit . Dyes . Enter Porphyrius , Berenice , Albinus , Souldiers . Porphyrius tooks on the Bodies entring , and speaks . Por. 'T is done before , ( this mighty work of Fate ! ) And I am glad our Swords are come too late . He was my Prince , and though a bloody one , I should have conquer'd and have mercy shown . Sheath all your Swords , and cease your enmity ; They are not Foes , but Romans whom you see . Ber. He was my Tyrant , but my Husband too ; And therefore duty will some tears allow . Por. Placidius here ! And fair Valeria new depriv'd of breath ? Who can unriddle this dumb-show of death ? Cyd. When , Sir , her Father did your life deny , She kill'd her self , that she with you might dye . Placidius made the Emp'rours death his crime ; Who , dying , did revenge his death on him . Porphyrius kneels and takes Valeria's hand . Por. For thy dear sake I vow each week I live One day to fasting and just grief I 'le give : And what hard Fate did to thy life deny , My gratitude shall pay thy memory . Cen. Mean time to you belongs th' Imperial pow'r ; We with one voice salute your Emperour . Souldiers .

Long live Porphyrius Emperour of the Romans .

Por. Too much , my Country men , your Love you show That you have thought me worthy to be so . But , to requite that Love , I must take care Not to ingage you in a Civil War. Two Emperours at Rome the Senate chose , And whom they chose no Roman should oppose . In Peace or War , let Monarchs hope or fear ; All my ambition shall be bounded here . Kissing Berenice's hand . Ber. I have too lately been a Prince's Wife , And fear th' unlucky Omen of the life . Like a rich Vessel beat by storms to shore , 'T were madness should I venture out once more . Of glorious troubles I will take no part , And in no Empire reign , but of your heart . Por.

Let to the winds your golden Eagles flye

[ To the Souldier Your Trumpets sound a bloodless Victory : Our Arms no more let Aquileia fear , But to her Gates Our peaceful Ensigns crown'd with Olives bear ; While I mix Cypress with my Myrtle Wreath Joy for your life , and mourn Valeria's Death .
Exeunt omnes .
Epilogue

Spoken by Mrs. Ellen , when she was to be carried off dead by the Bearers .

To the Bearer . HOld , are you mad ? you damn'd confounded Dog , I am to rise , and speak the Epilogue . To the Audience . I come , kind Gentlemen , strange news to tell ye , I am the Ghost of poor departed Nelly . Sweet Ladies , be not frighted , I 'le be civil , I 'm what I was , a little harmless Devil . For after death , we Sprights , have just such Natures , We had for all the World , when humane Creatures ; And therefore I that was an Actress here , Play all my Tricks in Hell , a Goblin there . Gallants , look to 't , you say there are no Sprights : But I 'le come dance about your Beds at nights . And faith you 'l be in a sweet kind of taking , When I surprise you between sleep and waking . To tell you true , I walk because I dye Out of my Calling in a Tragedy . O Poet , damn'd dull Poet , who could prove So sensless ! to make Nelly dye for Love , Nay , what 's yet worse , to kill me in the prime Of Easter-Term , in Tart and Cheese-cake time ! I 'le fit the Fopp ; for I 'le not one word say T' excuse his godly out of fashion Play. A Play which if you dare but twice sit out , You 'l all be stander'd , and be thought devout . But , farewel Gentlemen , make haste to me , I 'm sure e're long to have your company . As for my Epitaph when I am gone , I 'le trust no Poet , but will write my own . Here Nelly lies , who , though she liv'd a Slater'n Yet dy'd a Princess , acting in S. Cathar'n .