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SCENE METROPOLIS , OR NEW-TROY . Whereunto is added the Contention of Ajax and Ulisses , for the Armour of Achilles . As it was represented by young Gentlemen of quality at a private entertainment of some Persons of Honour . LONDON , Printed for Iohn Crook , and are to be sold at his shop at the signe of the Ship in S. Pauls Church yard , 1659. TO THE CANDID READER . A Small part of this Subject , many years since had drop'd from my pen : But looking at some opportunities upon the Argument , I thought some things more considerable might be deduced ; and applying my self further , at times of recess , I felt it grow and multiply under my imagination : Nor left I it then ( the matter being so pregnant in it self ) till I form'd it into such limbs and proportions as you now see it . Modesty after this , invited me to cover it , and to cut off many impertinences , and purge some humour , that sa●e , I confess , unhandsomely upon it . What is now presented , I hope will appear a genuine and unforc'd Moral , which though drest in Drammatique Ornament , may not displease , in the reading , persons of ingenuity , such whose nature is not to create prejudice , where they intend a recreation . And in the confidence of that , I do not repent the superstructures I have made , my pains , nor expences that have attended to bring it to this . It is now publique to satisfie the importunity of friends , I will onely adde , it is like to be the last , for in my resolve , nothing of this nature shall after this , engage either my pen or invention . The reason why I make no particular Dedication to any Friend , is , because I aim my general respect to all , whose favours and civilities have oblig'd me . At this none will be offended , where none hath the precedence : And to conclude with the most serious truth , I know not any , that love me so little , whom the payment of my so mean addresses would satisfie , as to clear me upon the account of his friendship . Let this suffice at present from him , that is Your Servant , JAMES SHIRLEY ▪ Persons . Conquest a Colonel , Lovers of Lady Honoria . Alworth a Scholar , Alamode a Courtier , Fulbank a Citizen , Sutors to Lady Mammon . Maslin a Countreyman , Travers a Lawyer , servant to Mammon and Honoria . Squanderbag . Phantasm , Gentleman-usher to La. Mam. Dash the Lawyers Clark. A Captain . A Serjeant . Souldiers . Countreymen . Honoria . Mammon . Scene Metropolis : HONORIA AND MAMMON ACT. I. Enter Alworth and Phantasm . Alw. T IS not far off , ' I le aske this Gentleman . Can you instruct me , sir , where the great Lady Aurelia Mammon lives ? Pha. Yes sir , I can . Alw. Pray do me the civility . Pha. Have you Affaires with her , my friend in black . Alw. Have you Relation to the Lady , Sir ? Pha. She ownes me A Gentleman-usher , with your pardon Sir , Are not you inclining to a Scholar ? Alw. I have spent time i' th Academy . Pha. The Academy ? Another beggar , I did think so by your serious face , your habit Had almost cosened me , and your hair , they are Of the more Court edition , this is A beggar of the upper forme of Learning , Your business with my Lady , Alw. If you please To prepare my access — Pha. 'T is to no purpose , My Lady keeps no Library , no food For booke-worms , I can assure you that , Learning is dangerous in our Family , She wo'not keep a Secretary for fear Of the infection . Alw. Does she keep no foole ? Pha. Yes , yes , and knaves ; Alw. I thought so , In which classe is your name , I beseech you ? Pha. We enjoy equal priviledges , indeed the knave Makes somewhat more on 's office , but my Lady Is not so nice , so we can bring Certificates That we are sound , and free from the infection Of book 's , or can lay down our understandings , And part with that unnecessary stuffing I' th head , ( you know my meaning ) or renounce The impious use of humane art and knowledge , We are in a capacity of imployment ; Perhaps you may , on these terms be admitted With your Philosophy , and things about you , To keep her horse , de' e observe ? Alw. A faire preferment ! Pha. The fittest here for men of art , or if You can keep counsell and negotiate handsomely The amorous affair of flesh and blood ; ( There you may exercise your parts of Rhetorique . ) How lies your learning that way ? 't is an office Many grave persons have submitted to , And found it a smooth path to court preferment , But she is here , I 'le leave you to your fortune . Enter Aurelia Mammon . Mam. With me , your business ? Alw. The Lady Honoria , Madam , by me humbly Presents her service , and this paper to Your Ladyship . Mam. The Lady Honour ? 't is Some borrowing letter . Alw. This is not civill . Mam. I am so haunted with this mendicant Nobility at every ebbe of fortune . I must be troubled with Epistles from e'm . What 's here ? — you are , a Scholar . Alw. I have studied the artes , Mam. Your Lady writes as much , and would commend you To my inployment , but I want no Chaplain . Alw. If you did , I cannot flatte● , Madam . Mam. I have known wiser men converted by Preferment . Alw. They were things that had no Soules , Or use of that bright Entelecheia Which separates them from beasts . Mam. I did expect Hard words , and do commend the pure discretion Of your most learned tribe , that think themselves Brave fellowes , when they talk Greeke to a Lady ; Next to the Goth and Vandall , you shall carry The bable from Mankind , pray tell your Lady , Learning is out of fashion in my Family , Alw. Why should you be an Enemy to Arts ? The Lamps we wast , and watches , that consume Our strength in noble studies , are ill paid With this disdain , your smile would make us happy , And with your golden beame strike new day Through learnings universe . Mam. You but loose your time , I know you are writing some prodigious volume In praise of hunger , and immortall beggery . This may in time advance you to a Pedant , To whip the Town-top's , or gelded Vicaridge , Some forty Markes per annum , and a Chamber-naid Commended by your Patron . Alw. Y' are not worth My anger , I should else — Mam. What my sweet Satyre ? Alw. Present your Ladyship with a glasse , a true one . Should turne you wild to see your owne deformity . Mam. I pretheeraile , now for a storme — Alw. I wo'not loose my temper on such a trifle . Exit . Enter Fulbanke and Maslin . Mam. But here are two come timely , to disperse All clowdy thoughts , my diligent daily waiters . Ful. Now Poetry be my speed ! my noblest mistriss . Mam. What have you there , dear Mr. Fulbanke ? Ful. Lines , that are prou'd to express your beauty , Madam . Mam. Bless me ! turn'd Poet ? I must tell you Servant , Nothing in nature is more killing to me . Ful. Umh ! I see my Lady Mammon is no wit. Do' e think I made e'm ? I have an Estate , Madam . Mam. I know you have fin'd for Alderman . Ful. They were a foolish Scholars o' the Town , And I made my address to be confirm'd In your opinion , they were wretched things , And like the starv'd composer . The nine Muses I have read , Madam , in a Learned Author , Were but a knot of travailing , tawny gipsies That liv'd by country canting , and old Songs , And picking wormes out of fooles fingers , which Was palmistry forsooth , and for Apollo Whom they call'd Father , a poor silly Piper , That kep't a thatch'd house upon Cuckolds Hill , Not far from Helicon , or old Bride●well , Where he sold switches , till his hut was burn'd One night by a tinkers nose , that lay in straw there ; And he , for losse of this poor tenement , Ran mad , from whence came all the mighty stir , Of that , which we now call Poetick fury . Mam. 'T is very likely . Mas. Madam , be your leave , I am a country-man , what should a man lye for ? I ken no Colledge learning , but I have Been whip'd for latin in my dayes , that have I ; And have heard talke of the Philosophers stone ; Although I weare not velvet like his worship , My heart 's imbroyder'd with love and I Defie the man that thinkes me insufficient To do , what 's fitting to be done between You and I Madam , as the best what lack you Finical-fartical-citt within the walls . Ful. Take heed how you provoke me . Mas. I 'le provoke any man living , in the way of Love. Enter Phantasme . Mam. Did all the Ladies sleep well ? Pha. Yes and their Monkeys Madam , and have all Their severall thanks , and services remembred To your Ladiship — but Madam — Exit Mam. and Phant. Ful. She has left us . I 'le find a time to make , you sensible — Mas. Me sensible ? I defy thee . Ful. Be no● rampant , and thank Heaven We are not arm'd . Mas. I scorne it . Ful. Dar'st thou meet me ? Mas. Yes , the next day after Simon and Iude I dare , when all your liveries go a feasting By water with your gally foist and pot-guns , And Canvas Whales to Westmin●ster ▪ I am not Affear'd of your green Robin-hoods , that fright With fiery club your pitifull Spectators That take pains to be stifled , and adore The Wolves and Camels of your company . Next whom the children ride , who innocent things , What with the Gyants , and the Squibs and eating Too many sugar-plumms , take occasion to Perfume their Pageants , which your Senators Ride after in full scent . Ful. Thou horrid Lumpe Of leather , course wooll , ignorance and husbandry , Most pitifully compounded , thou that Hast liv'd so long a dunghill , till the weeds Had over-grown thee , and but ten yards off , Cosen'd a horse that come to graze upon thee , Thou miserable thing , that wert begot By the whole Town , thou dar'st call no man Father , Found in a hedge , but bred up in a stable , Wherewith the horse thou did'st divide the bean's , Dung like the beast , and wert as often curried . Thus bred , at one and twenty thou wer't able To write a legible Sheeps mark in t●rre , And read thy own capitall letter , like a gallows In a Cows buttock . Mas. Suffer this ? Ful. And more : Fortune conspiring with thy own ill nature , That durst be damn'd for Money , made thee rich , And then the Countreys curses fatten'd thee , Time , and thy sordid sins made thee at last High-Constable , and now thou hast the impudence — Mas. Thou liest . Mastin strikes Fulbank Enter Phantasme with two Swords . Pha. Fear not me Gentlemen , I am your friend , A friend to both your honours ; here , be noble You have a just cause , and a gallant Mistriss Persons of your quality , to fight thus For bloody noses , too 't like Gentlemen , And draw blood handsomely , he that gets the victory Shall ha my Lady , and a pardon , though It cost her half a Million , so I leave you . Here will I stay , and observe both their valours . Ful. We are betraid . Obscures Mas. I do not like these tooles . Ful. It is not for my credit to be kill'd , If he have but the courage to advance , I am no Merchant-taylor of this World , And yet he lookes less rampant . Sirrah Maslin — Mas. I were best deliver up my cold iron , here . Ful. He does approach . Mas. And yet I wo'not . Fulbanke . I am of thy opinion , we are both Betraid ; for my owne part , although I carry No flesh that feares a sword ; yet I do not Affect to have devices put upon me . Ful. T is something thou hast said ; this may be ● plot ; Some third man has projected by our ruines To make his path smooth to my Lady Mammon ; And thus her Squire promotes it . Mas. A consp●racy ! I read it in the rascals face , too 't quotha Like Gentlemen● no , they sha'not laugh at me . And my Lady had a mind to ha my throat cut , She shall excuse me . Ful. To my wishes ! but I am not satisfied , We can without some blood come off with honour , You know th' affront was mine , and though I wod not Have my revenge writ in too deep a crimson , Yet something must be done , it will be publick , And we may still be laugh'd at . Mas. Thou saist right , Things cannot well be clear'd without some blood . I have consider'd , and you shall be satisfied , Ful. So , I have made fine worke , the Bore will fight now . Mas. The credit of a wound will serve , thus then — Ful. Stay , I have a device will bring us both off . Why may not we consent to give each other A careless wound in the leg , or arme , and so March off with honour ? Mas. This knack was in my very thoughts , 't is Ex'lent . Ful. But since I nam'd it first , 't is my invention , And I will strike the first blow , Mas. hang 't , I pass not , But gently then , a scratch i th arme , or hands Enough , a small thing does it , gently , oh ! Thou hast cut of my Sword hand , this is fowle play , I cannot hold my toole now . Ful. But stoope to reach it , I 'l cut thy head off , i th field we must Use all advantages . This weapon's mine too . Farewell , and say I have used thee honourably . Enter Phantasme . Pha. Ha. ha . ha . are you hurt Sir ? I see the Alderman has outwitted you . Let me see , ha ? a scratch , a very scratch ; Beare up , there may be wayes to your revenge , Leave not your applications to my Lady . He counsells this , that will assist you — but I ever thought your habit much beneath The person that should court so great a Lady . It smells too much ot'h ●eame , I know y' are rich . Aire , aire your gold , and make your body clinkant , The rest commit to fate , and me , consult Your Taylor . Mas. And my Chirurgeon ; Sir I thanke you . Pha. You do not know , how I am contriving for you . Mas. That very word has cur'd me . I 'le about it . Exit . Pha. So , when ther 's no other mischief to be done , Let them go on , and love my Lady Mammon ; I 'le assist one , in hope the t'other may Go hang himself , and then it will be hard To judge , which of the two has the better fortune . Exit . Enter Honoria between Alamode and Collonell . Ala. Bless me but with one smile , if you did know With what devotion my Soul lookes on you , How next to my Religion I have plac'd , ( If not above it , ) your diviner beauty — Hon. Your name is Alamode , a Courtier . Aba . 'T is sweetned by Honoria's breath , Col. I have No stock of pefum'd words to court you , Madam , Can you affect a man ? A souldier ? When I have march'd upto a breach , which look'd Like Hell with all his sulphurous flames about it ; My heart was fixt on honour , and I tooke From gaping wounds the fleeting Soules about me Into my owne , and fought with all their spiritis ; The mangled bodies that I trod upon , ( For now the dead had buried all the Earth ) Gave me addition to Heaven where , in , My strong imagination I saw Thee from thy Chariot dropping down a Garland . Hon. You are a Colonel . Col. I profess a souldier Madam . Hon. It appears a bold one ; art thou come Alworth . Enter Alworth . What said the Lady Mammon ? Ala. One that has some relation to her person . They call him Alworth , and I have observ'd She lookes on him with favour above a Servant , He has not the impudence to court his Lady Hon. So peremp●ory ? what a strange monster wealth is ? I have but made a tryall of her friendship , And had no meaning thou should'st leave me Alworth , Depend upon my care , I know your parts ; And shall not be forgetfull of their merit . But thou art come most seasonable to relieve me . Ala. I do not like their whispering . Alw. If you please , Madam , to absent your self , Leave me to the excuse . Hon. Do so , dear Alworth . Alw. I am happy when you command me service . Hon. Be confident , I keep a silent register of all , And shall reward them . Alw , Your own vertues guide you . Exit Hon. Col. My Lady 's gone . Alw. But has commanded me to let you know Her resolution , she hath found you both Ambitious of honour , both deserving , And such an equall furniture of merit , She has no art to reconcile her thoughts Into one fortunate choice . Ala. 'T is very strange . Alw. The Gordian , which great Alexander could not By subtilty dissolve , his sword untwisted ; I use her own words , Gentlemen , you may Inferre , that you must either quit your courtship , Or by your selves agree , who best deserves her , And dare do most to merit such a mistriss . Ala. How , best deserves her ? Col. And dare do most , Alw. I should interpret this to fight for Honour . But you can best expound , and so I leave you . Exit . Col. Col. What sayes my perfum'd Alamode to this ? Will not a sword quite spoile your sattin Doublet , And let in too much aire ? your lips and language Bath'd in the oyle of Gessamine will not carry her , You have worne a sword thus long , to shew the hi●t , Now let the blade appear . Ala. It shall . I have yet No ague , I can looke upon your buffe , And punto beard , yet call for no strong-water , I am no Tavern gull , that want protection , Whom you with oathes do mortifie and sweare Into the payment of your ten pound surfeits ; Upon whose credit you weare belt and feather , Top and Top-gallant . Go to your Landab — It 'h new Brothell , she 's a handsome leverett , If she deny free quarter , tear her trinkets , Make Cu●●ice of the Matron , yet be friends Before the Constable come in , and runne Ot'h ticket for the dear disease . Col. Go on sir. I will have patience three minutes longer , To hear thy scurrile wit , and then correct it . Ala. Answer but one coole question , if Honoria Should possibly descend to think well of thee , And by some philtre should be brought to love thee . What Jointure could we make , what 's the per annum ? Col. Have you done yet ? Ala. 'T is not impossible , You may have a Catalogue of Town 's and Leaguers The Names of Bridges broken down , your nose In time may keep them company in Landschape : You will tell of Bulworke● , Barricado , Fort 's . Of outworkes , half moones , spurres , and parrapets Of turnepikes , flankers , Cats and Counter-scarfs , These things will hardly pawn with Jew or Christian ; But I 'le come closer to you , you may have In ready wounds some twenty , I 'le admit , And in diseases can assure her forty ; This wo'not do , she cannot eate a knapsack , Or carry baggage , lye in your foule hutt , And rost the pullen , for whose pretious theft , You and the gibbet fear to be acquainted . If you return into your wholsome Countrey , Upon your honourable wooden legges , The houses of Correction have but thinn Accommodations , nor the Hospitalls . Col. It does appear by all this impudence , And little wit pi●fer'd , and put together , You do not know me . Ala. Cry your mercie , Sir. You are a great Field-officer , are past These petty things , but if these times preserve Their smooth complexion , it wo'not be Ten hundred thousand pistols to a ●●iver , But you may run this gantlope once agen . Col. You imagine you have stung me now , and that I think my self concern'd in this keen character ? I tell thee ( wretched thing , ) thou doest not reach A Souldier , 't is a name , three Heavens above Thy Soule to understand , and 't were a sin Would lessen our own worth , to make thee know it . You are a Courtier . Ala. Very good . Col. Nay rather . A very impious one , you shall confess it , Or I will cut your throat , this is no canting . Ala. Very fine . Col. Nay we know you are a fine Gentleman , A Taffata-sattin-plush-embroydered - Lac'd-scarlet-tissue-cloath-a-bodkin devill ; Pride is thy meat and drink , thy Library , And thy Religion , thy new clothes only Bring thee to Church , where thou dost muster , all The fashions , and the trinkets , to the last New button , upon which thy conscience sits , And as the devill guides it , dost condemne , Or save the people , that done , not the window's Scape thee , for thou woot quarrell with the pictures , And find fault with the Apostles , for not having A better Taylor , these Sir are your vertues , Your high , and holiday devotions . What moral vices follow in the weeke , Is best known to the devill , your close friend , That keeps the Catalogue , yet one touch of them ; Thy lust has no bounds , when thy blood 's a fire , Thou leap'st all like a Satyre , without difference Of kindred , or acquaintance ; and were those But summon'd , whom thy body hath infected , They would stuffe an Hospital , and out-stinke the Pest-house . Ala. And yet I walke upon these poor supporters . Col. How long the Chirurgeon knowes . Ala. These all my faults ? Col. No , those are but thy Peccadi●●ioes , Thy ma●ice is behind , thou woot not take a bribe To undo a Nation , sell thy Countrey men To as many persecutions , as the devill Or Dutch men had invented at Amboyna ; With all this stock of villany , thou hast An impudence — Ala. I 'le heare no more , Col. A little I 'le intreat you , all is but A preface to your bearing , which must follow , Your tribe will beare it . Ala. Then have at you Sir. They make a Pass . Col. Y' are very nimble Courtier . Ala. As you see . Col. Good Mounsieur Quicksilver , You may be fixt . Ala. And your arrear's be paid . Another Pass , Alamode down and disarm'd . Col. What think you now ? Ala. It is your fortune Sir. Col. Y' are at my mercie , aske your life ? Ala. I scorne it . Col. I 'le kill you then . Ala. A boy may do as much At this advantage . Col. Will you not aske your life ? Ala. No 't is not worth it . Col. And 't be not worth your asking , 't is not Worth My taking at this posture , there 's your weapon , Rise , use it agen . Ala. It shall be thus to render it . Though I was not so base to beg my life , Yet since you have given it me , I scorne to imploy it Against one that was the master on 't , Col. This is gallantry . Ala. You taught it first . Col. In spight of all the Widdowes in the World We will be friends . Ala. I meet it Colonel . Col. And for the Lady Mammon — Ala. Wee 'l take our chance . Col. A match , now let us to th' Tavern . Exeunt . ACT. II. Enter Fulbanke and Phantasme . Pha. I Think I have brought your business we about , Sir. Ful. Thou hast oblieg'd me everlastingly : Nay nay , be covered , thou art my best friend . Pha. It was but Justice to advance your merit With all the Retorick I had , for where In prudence , could my Lady Mammon place Her self with more advantage to her fame ? A widdow of a thousand pound per annum Jointu● With some few present bagges of musty Gold , Old Plate , and hungry houshold-stuff would serve The Countrey well enough . Ful. Excellent Phantasme Pha. Where the report of building a Free-school And now and then an alme-house for old women , With five teeth and a half among sixteen , Would make a mighty noise , and the poor hinds Wonder , there 's so much money left in nature . The City is her only sphere of glory . Ful. Right , very right . Pha. Here My Lady Mammon . ( Yours now as things are ordered ) Ful. Good. Pha. May have high and noble waies to employ her treasures . Do things above the vulgar admiration , Surround the City with a wall of Silver , Transmute dull Leaden-hall to Gold , rebuild The great Cathedrall of St. Pauls with Porphyrie And clap so bright a spire upon 't , shall make The Sea-man afar off wonder what new And never setting starre , Heaven hath created To make the day eternall in this Island . Ful. My own Phantasme . Pha. There is no end , Sir , of herwealth , if you Have but the patience to spend , you may Out-do the Roman Luxuries . Ful. I 'l give thee my Gold-chain . Pha. O'h no , it may do you better service , Sir , 'Bout your own neck hereafter ; for all this Infinite Treasure that she brings you , Sir , What Joynture do you make her ? You are mortall . Ful. I ha thought of that , I will secure my whole Estate upon her ? Beside her own , I have no kindred , that I care for , they are poor , and as my pride , While I am living , will not look upon e'm , At death , it will be wisdom to forget them . Pha. It would endeare my Lady much , if you Surprize her with this act , before she think on'● . I would have you do things gallantly — Ful. You shall Give the direction to my Counsell ; Pha. His name . Ful. A very honest able eminent person , One Mr. Traverse , see it done your self . Phan. My Lady will take it well , without all do bt , Sir. Ful. But shall I engage your trouble — Pha. 'T is an honour ; I 'l give him order to dispatch all presently . He is a very honest man you say . Ful. He 's right , I know him intus & in Cute . Pha. My Lady , Sir , leave things to me . Enter Mammon . Ful. My most divine Aurelea ! Mam. Dear Mr. Fulbanke , I have no happiness but in your presence , When shall the worke be perfect ? Ful. I was considering , It would become the glory of my Bride , To have some state , and triumph at our marriage , I know the City will expect we should Accept some entertainment , perhaps Pageants , And speeches to congratulate our Nuptial . Mam. 'T will please me much . Pha. There may be prejudice in these delay 's , Ful. Oh Sir , the state is all ; what thinks your Ladyship ? We will have tilting too , and feats of Chivalry At Court where I 'l defend my Aurelia Princess , In the guilt armour that I mu●tered in , And the rich saddle of my owne perfuming , I 'l have my squires , my plumes , and my devices , And with my lance encounter the whole mirrour Of Knight-hood , and compell the forreign Princes To hang up all the Tables of their Mistrisses As Trophee's to my most victorious Mammon . Pha. Without some cure he will be mad immediately . Enter Alamode , reading a Letter , a Servant waits . Ala. Present my humblest service to Honoria , Say I am all obedience to her commands , Were I in Heaven , this invitation Would have the power to draw me thence , I kiss Her fairest hand , this for your favour , gives him money . Mr. Fulbanke , Ful. Please you to know my Lady Sir ? Ala. If I mistake not the Lady Aurelia ; Widdow to the late high Treasurer , Sir Omnipotent Mammon . Salutes her ? But are you Master of this rich Peru ? Ful. She will please to owne me , ha ? Mam. It is but Justice . Ala. A thousand streams of joy flow in your bosoms , I 'l take some fortunate hour to visit you , And with an humble lip print my devotions On your white hand . Mam. You 'l do me an honour sir. Ala. Some high affairs compell this rude departure , But you have mercy to excuse your servant . Exit . Ful. VVhat heaps of words some men have got together To signifie nothing ? Pha. How do you like this Gentleman ? Ful. These Courtiers are another sort of flesh-flies , That haunt our City dames , but we must winke , Or loose our Chatter ? Pha. Bless the Body Politick . Enter Maslin in rich Cloths , but Antick . Mas. By your leave Gentlemen . Ful. VVhat Pageant 's this ? Mas. VVhere De' e think I have been , Madam ? Mas. At the Brokers . Mas. At the Exchange by these silke-stockings , Mr. Usher — a word to the wise , If they will fit your rowling pin , they 'r paid for ; Perhaps the wages you receive in your Relation to my Lady , wo'not find you Convenient vanities . Now I 'me for you Madam . Mam. In good time . Mas. I wanted but your hand , I could ha fitted you with gloves , but here are Some trifles for the finger , you must weare This Diamond , and this Ruby , Mam. De' e understand VVhat you do sir ? Mas. And here 's a casting Net of Pearl . Mam. A Carkane● ? these will deserve — Mas. Tell not me of desert , I hate it perfectly , Hang toyes and yellow rubbish that paid for e'm , How De' e like my clothes ? Ful. Sir I am concern'd to thank you for these favours . Mas. You ? prethee away , I ha nothing to say to thee ? Ful. We have no other gratitude sweet-heart , But to invite him to our wedding . Mas. Wedding ? Phantasme . Pha. And you had come but half an hour sooner , This very shape had don 't . Mas. Do not , do not make me mad too soone . Ful. You have been very bountifull , and we pray Your noble presence at our Festivall , Which we have deferr'd to be attended with Some Triumph , such as may become the City , And my dear Ladies honour , is 't not so , My America ? look how the oyster gapes . Leave him to chew his Countrey cud , come Madam . Exeunt . Pha. Sir I confess . — Mas. And be hang'd , I am undone , and I could cry now . Pha. Sir , You have been at a great charge to go without her , Such rings , and Carknet , beside the cost Of this fine habit ? for your bounty , Sir , Bestowed on me , the unworthiest of your Servants , I have a gratitude , if you please to accept it . Mas. What is 't ? a halter or a knife to cute me , Or a comfortable poison ? Pha. 'T is the first You nam'd , a most convenient , neatly twisted Halter , for I do see your inclinations , And shall commend your fortidude , beside 'T will shew a brave contempt upon their scorns . And who know's , how the example , Sir , may spread To cure some o●her mad men that love widdows . You have my judgement and the cord for nothing , Lose not the nick of the next beam you come at , No way like this to be High-Constable . Mas. Here , take my clothes ; I will be mad , and hang My self immediately ; — and yet I will consider , Till the ayre be a little warmer ; when I have Cut Fulbanks throat , 't is but a hanging afterwards . 'T is good to be ma●icious , and wise ; Some notable revenge would be worth all My cost , and then a sico for the Devill . Exit . Enter Alworth and Alamode , Alw. Please you to have a little patience I shall acquaint my Lady that y' are come , Sir. Ala. Before you go , dear Sir , I know your prudence And neere imployment with my Lady , has Endeer'd you to part ake some of her Counsells ; You shall obliege a very humble Servant , To let me know how she affects , you reach My meaning , by what motive am I sent for ? Alw. My Lady keeps the key of her own Cabinet , But if you 'l have my Judgement on the scheme , I think my Lady will this day determine Her choice , I encline the rather to this Judgement , Because the Colonell is sent for too . My attendance is expected , Sir , your pardon . Ala. Ha musick . A song within praise of a Courtier . I like this well Enter Colonell and Alworth . Alw. My Lady will appear presently , I 'l give her knowledge , if you please . Col. Your favour , Sir , You are learned beyond books , what 's your opinion Of my Lady , in relation to things at present ? What do you think of me ? Alw. My thoughts are much Too narrow to conclude your worth , which left An object for Divine Honoria's wisdom , Must only take from her , a worthy character And just reward . A song in praise of a Sold●er . Col. I like this preface . Ala. My noble Colonell , thy Servant . Enter Honoria attended , a Table set forth , with a Cabinet upon it . Hon. Excuse the trouble that I give you Gentlemen , Y' are welcome , and thus knit into a freindship , Your persons have more grace , and shine upon e'm . Some chairs , pray sit . I see you both preserve Your fair respects to honour , and I have After some pause , and serious dispute Within my self , collected now at last , Upon whose person to repose my self , My fortune , and my same , and since but one ( Where many may deserve ) can weare the Garland The loser must content himself with his fate , And wait a kinder providence . Col. 'T is but Justice . She takes a wreath of Bayes from the Cabinet . Hon. This wreath of bayes , embleme of victory , Must crowne his head to whom I fall a Conquest , Forgive the Ceremony . Col. Oh 't is very pleasing , Ala. I like it well , Madam , and commend your fancy . Hon. You , Sir , were bred up in the Schoole of honour , The Court , this may not unbecome your Temples , Wise Courtiers are the Jewels of a Crown , The Columnes and the ornaments of state , Fitted with parts ; and piety to act : They serve the Power for Justice , not themselves ; Their Faith the Cabinet , in which is laid The Princes safety , and the Nations peace , The Oracles , and the mysteries of Empire ; Men borne above the fordid guilt of avarice , Free as the mountain aire , and calme as mercy . Borne without Eyes , when the poor man complains Against the great oppressor , without hands , To take the bloudy price of mans undoing , But keeping at each sense a Court of Guard , Draws fear from Love , and teaches good by example . She puts the Wreath upon the Colonell . Ala. Divine Honoria . Hon. You must give me leave , To try , how it becomes his brow ; me thinks VVith the same grace , in dwells upon his head , Does he not look like mighty Iulius now , When he returned triumphant from the Gaules , Or bringing home the wealthy spoiles of Egypt , Pontus , and Africa ▪ allow him but The same commands , and men to fight , why may not His Valour equall what is fam'd in story , Archiev'd by the great souls of Rome , and Carthage ? A soldier merits first to be called man , By whom not only Courts but Kingdoms flourish , Unto whose severall offices , the VVorld Owes all the great and glorious names of honour . How would the age grow ru●ly , and the soule Of Common-wealths corrupt with ease , and surfeits , Should not the sword call e'm to exercise , And sweat out their unmanly Luxuries , By acting things worth envy , even of Princes . The honour of the Gowne without his sword , VVill run it self into contempt , and Laws Are not good made , but while the sword secures e'm . The Court must weare no silke , nor the prowd City Make the Sea groane with burden of her wealth , Did not the active soldier , with expence Of his dear blood , expose himself abroad , Their convoy , and security at home . Col. I am transported . Hon. Give me the same favour To let me looke a little on this Chaplet , To which I have annexed my self a Labell . Me thinks the Trifle looks , as it had lost Some Verdure since I took it from your heads , The Courtier , and the Soldier both inviting In such a high degree of merit , hinders The progress I should make , but pardon me , I shall soone quit the Labarynth . Col. What 's the meaning ? Hon. I would you were not two , or that one had Less of desert , when you are both in ballance , Have you no art , Gentlemen , to contract Your selves into one person ? Ala. 'T is not possible . Hon. Think you so ? it is worth the experiment , Come hither Alworth . Alw. Madam . Hon. Nay come nearer , This is a Scholar , Gentlemen , and the cloud He weares , remov'd , for he 's no more a Servant , May bring him into a civill competition : Me thinks it fits him , your opinion ? Col. We are in a fair way to be ridiculous , what think you ? Chiaus'd by a Scholar ? Ala. Are you in earnest Madam ? Hon. I repent not The placing of it there , in him do meet The Courtier and the Soldier , at least He 's not without the best capacity Of both your worths , when they have brightest lustre . Ala. There is no remedy . Would I had Mammon . Hon. Gentlemen stay , & hear the Scholars character . Col. No thank you Madam , we have heard too much , Fortune has given you Lawrell , and us willow . May your wreath flourish , Sir ? Exeunt . Ala. Soule of my muse ! what active unknown fire Already doth thy Delphick wreath inspire ? O' th suddain how my faculties swell high , And I am all a powerfull Prophecie . Sleep ye dull Caesars , Rome will boast in vain Your glorious Triumphs , one is in my brain Great , as all theirs , and circled with thy bayes , My thoughts take Empire ore all Land , and Seas . Proof against all the Planets , and the stroke Of Thunder , I rise up Augustus Oake , Within my guard of Lawrell , and made free From age , look fresh still , as my Daphnean tree : My fancy 's narrow yet , till I create For thee another World , and in a state As free as innocence , shame all Poets wit , To climb no higher than Elizium yet ; Where the pale Lovers meet , and teach the groves To sigh , and sing bold legends of their Loves . We will have other flights , and tast such things Are only fit for sainted Queens and Kings . All that was Earth falls of , my spirits free , I have nothing left now , but my Soule and thee . Honoria takes off the Wreath . Hon. VVhat means this Extasie ? this was not meant , Unless you use my favours with less insolence , I can repent , and frowne e'm back to nothing . Have you forgot your distance ? can a smile And this green trifle forfeit your discretion , Or make me less , than when you were my Servant I look you should be humble still , Alw. Good Heaven ! What unexpected , most prodigious cloud , With his black wings , hath in a minute veild The brightest day , that ever smil'd upon me ? Did not you place it here ? Hon. It is confest , As an encouragement to your vertue , Sir , No Conquest of Honoria , yet you triumph , And make me blush as I had courted you . Al. O do not charge my thoughts with such a stain , This might deserve your anger , and vouchsafe me The boldness to say Madam , if you punish My hasty application of your favours , You gave me the encouragement to be guilty . It is a tyrany to cherish Servants , And punish their obedience . Hon. But when ●lattered by Pride , which darkes the soule , you challenge And measure the reward by your own fancy , You loose the noblest recompence of service , And merit but the hire of common duties ; 'T is possible , that Gold may satisfie My debt to your imployment . Alw. Till this minute I was not lost , but having heard this , Madam , You must do something like a miracle To save me now ; — I dare contemne your Gold , And am compell'd to aske your Justice , what Action since I had reference to honour , Look'd with a mercenary staine upon it ? Gold is a pay for soules of darke complexion . I served you for your self , and since I 'm thought Beneath the merit of your smile , I 'l make My self above the price of sordid contracts , For I can with as much ease despise your wealth , As I can shift the ayre , I take my leave , And can pray for you in a Wilderness . Ho. Come back , this minute every cloud is vanish'd That did present displeasing formes : I find Thy soule is pure , forgive this Triall , thou hast Deserved me best . Alw. I dare not understand you now . Hon. The language is not hard . Alw. I want a name , to call this blessing by , Then I may kiss your hand , and may I not , Madam approach your lip , and be forgiven ? Now I begin to doubt . Hon. My Faith ? Alw. That I am not awake , or if I be That I am short-liv'd , and must soone dissolve Under this storme of happiness ; ha ? 't is come And I have lost my courage o' the suddain . faints . Your pardon Madam , something gathers here That wo'd surprize my heart . I am asham'd on 't . Enter Ser. Hon. Who waits , contribute your best help to his Support , convey him gently to his chamber , Run for Phisitians , thy good genius guard thee . Alw. I am not Worth your fears . Hon. And worth my love ? Alw. That very word should cure me , Hon. I have been Too much , I fear unkind , to both our dangers . Exeunt . ACT III. Enter Traverse and his Clarke . Tra. VVAit at the door , my Clients are so numerous And pressing with their suites , they almost stifle me . Let me enjoy the aire of my owne Chamber ; I think I have lost some lungs in the last cause . Let me indulge a little to repair e'm , A glass of the Greeke wine , Th' Italian Merchant Presented me , and let the Terme go on , I 'l drive the Law at leisure , and o're take it . Clarke fills Wine into the glass . So so , this looks sprightly , Be carefull of this Treasure , 't is my blood , VVast not one drop , upon thy life I charge thee . Dash drinks from the bottle . Das. VVast quothe ? You shall not prove a wast , I 'l warrant you . Tra. So , so , remove . Das. Sir your Idolaters , the Writs are come . Enter Writs . Tra. The weather's ho● , let no more spirits enter , Now like the soveraigne Bee , methinks I sit ●n my prodigious hive , surveying all ●y wing'd , industrious people , bringing honey , ●nd making wax more pretious than ▪ a trade ●o both the Indies . My good Emissaries , ●nd faithfull spirits of the Law , descend ●o your infernall shades , untill I call you , Exeunt Writs . Enter Dash. Das. A Gentleman desires to speak with you Sir , ●rom the Lady Mammon . Tra. Admit him . Enter Phantasme . Das. VVhat a fine thing this Terme is ? ●nd what an ungodly time , the long Vacation ? Pha. Sir , I 'l not hold you long , I know you have business , ●here have past some overtures of love and marriage , ●etween your City Client , Mr. Fulbank , ●nd the Mistriss that I serve , the Lady Mammon . ●nd you should draw a Deed to settle on her ●is whole Estate , if she survive , as Joynture — Tra. I understand you Sir. Pha. I am glad you do , this Sir is his desire , ●nd to have all dispatch'd with expedition . Tra. Very well . Pha. But the reason of my coming is To desire you sir , to let all this Alone , there is another thing , that will Concern you more materially . Tra. Your meaning ? Pha. You are not married . Tra. I enjoy a freedom . Pha. My Lady Mammon has a vast Estate , And is a widdow , you do understand ? Tra. Her name is precicus to the VVorld . Pha. The VVorld's an asse , you look like wiseman , You have a good face , and a handsome person Under a Gowne , you have a good Estate too ; I am a Servant , that have credit with her , By my relation ; and I have no mind , The City Mule , your Client , should breake His back with burden of his gold ; in short , I wish you well , and if you have the confidence To make a motion for your self , this high And mighty widdow , may be yours ; I 'm plain . Tra. Say you so ? Pha. I 'l bring her to you , and prepare her too , Have I been tedious sir , Tra. My better Angell ! Pha. Legions attend my Lady , trouble not Your head why all this kindness from a stranger . I had a revelation to do thus ; Have a strong faith , and think upon 't , your Servant . If within half an hour she visit you , Think it no dreame , and thank me afterwards , Now leave your wonder , and be wise . Tra. Can this be true ? 't is not impossible . This is a pretty vision would I had her . If she appear I may believe , and prosper . Enter Maslin . Das. The tide is coming in , Mr. Maslin the High-Constable , a good man And full of causes . Tra. What intrusion 's this ? Mas. I have given a sop to Cerberus your door-keeper . Tra. O' Mr. Maslin you are become a stranger . Mas , 'T is not for want of love to be at Law. Your worship knows , I am apt to trouble you , And the whole County where I live . Tra. Your business ? Mas. Sir , it is extraordinary , and I desire Beside your learned worships fees , to pay For expedition . Tra. You speak reason . Mas. I do abound in reason , look you Sir Shews Gold 'T is all of this complexion ; here 's a piece For every day till the next Terme begin , And two for every day it lasts . Tra. Have a care of your health , good Sir ; Mas , And you of your spectacles . Tar. What must I do for this ? Mas. Do ? you must undoe A friend of mine . Tra. A Friend ? Mas. We are all friends in Law , Sir , Never did man suffer so fast an injury , And therefore take him to your legall malice ▪ Tra. Has he kill'd your Father ? Mas. VVorse , worse : Tra. Made a whore of your sister ? Mas. VVorse than that : Tra. Ravish'd your wife ? Mas. VVorse than all that , and yet this comes the neerest , H●s cheated me of my wench ; a widdow Sir That has more money than all your profession Has got , since the dissolution of the Abbeys . In short , this is the Case , Fulbanke , the City Gulfe has swallowed my Lady Aurelia Mammon . Tra. O Caniball ! Mas. Devour'd my widdow , wife That should ha been , this man I hate , this man Must be undone , and there 's part of the money . Tra. The Lady Aurelia Mammon ? Mas. That very Polcat ; but I must tell you Sir , They are not married yet , if you have now A dainty Devill to forbid the banes — Tra. Although this be a case , more pertinent To the Court Ecclesiasticall , yet , Let me consult my Law-giver . Turns his Books . Mas. Sir , so I may Be reveng'd , I stand not much upon 't , VVho has this Mammon , let the Devill take her , Or your worship take her , 't is all one to me . Tra. Hum ! I shall stretch a point of Law for you . You shall have your desire , I do expect Her presence instantly , Mas. Is that a conjuring book , expect her instantly ? Now I 'le pronounce you master of your wishes , For you shall have — Mas. The widdow ? Tra. VVhat is sweeter than the widdow , You Sir , shall have revenge , and Mr. Maslin To vex him more , de' e observe I will have the widow , My self . Mas. You will , and what shall I have ? Tra. Sir , you shall have revenge , revenge , the joy Of flesh and blood , life and delight of nature , The poor mans Luxury , and the rich mans bath , Above all wealth or widdows Sir. Mr. Maslin , I 'l tame his blood , and his Estate by Law , VVhile you shall crack your spleen with mirth and laughter , And wonder at my subtill arts to vex him . Mas. All this is reason . Tra. This shall be done by Law for the High-Constable . Enter Mammon and Phantasme . Mas. The Lady 's come ; this Gentleman Has studied the black art . Tra. Do you withdraw , and leave me opportunity To wind the widdow up . Mas. Behind the Hangings ; He obscures . Phantasme Exit . Tra. Vouchsafe your Servant touch your hand , your lip Is an ambition more becoming Princes : Mam. I am not proud , where fair salutes invite me . I come to give you a little trouble , Sir. Tra. Madam command me , to the extent of all My faculties . Mas. His faculties ? that will carry her , She is a glittering fairye , but he 'le conjure her . Stay if he takes this prize , what shall have For all my expences ! that 's considerable ; Oh , I shall have revenge he says ; the widdow Were much the better ▪ but we must be rul'd By our learned Counsell . Mam. You have order from A Gentleman of the City , Mr. Fulba●ke , To draw up writings , sir — Tra. A Joynture Madam . But I receiv'd a Countermand . Mam. From whom ? Tra. From p●ovidence that would not suffer such An excellent Lady to be lost , and thrown Among the City rubbish . Mam , Do you know Mr. Fulbanke Sir ? Tra. As much , as I do wonder at his impudence , And sawcy ambition with his mean deserts To look at such a blessing ; your fortunes Are worth you● preservation , and a man Whose art , and serious knowledge in the VVorld May fence it in from a rapine , and that greater Enemy to an Estate , pro●usion . Excuse my plainess Madam . Mam. 'T is a Truth . Tra. Can you vouchsafe your smile upon a Servant , To whose faith and care you safely may commit A Treasure of more value than the World , Your self ; in me behold him Madam , one That would devote his soule a Sacrifice To be for ever burning in those beams , There is no Law , but in your breast , your lips , Preserve the Nations Oracle . Mam. This Language Doth tast too much of Poetry , take heed , Sir. Tra. If this dislike you Madam , I can court you In a more legall way , and in the name Of Love and Law arrest you , thus Embraces her . Mam. Arrest me ? Tra. And hold you fast imprisoned in my arms , Without or baile or maineprize . Mam. This does well . Tra. I can do better yet , and put in such A declaration , Madam , as shall startle Your merriest blood Mam. I may put in my answer . Tra. Then comes my replication , to which You may rejoyne , Currat Lex . shall we ? Joyne issue presently ? Mam. He 'l have her se defendend● . Enter Phantasme and Fulbanke . Pha. What do you think of this , Sir ? Ful ▪ They are very familiar . Mas. 'T is he , the very he , come as my heart Could wish to his vexation . Pha. Is this the honest Gentleman You trusted , Sir ; Tra. Who attends ? Enter the Writs . Ful. My passion stifles me . Mas. Are you come My delicate● Devills cut in way ? let him not Approach too near , he can take measure Of his forehead at this distance . Pha. These were my fears , marriage had made sure worke , I was against your stay for tilts , and triumphs . Mam. 'T is Mr. Fulbanke . Ful. Would any strumpet vex an honest man thus ? Mam. Strumpet ; you shall have suell to this jealousie . Mas. Excellent Pidgeons ! admirable Spiders ! ha , ha , ha . Ful. I 'l be revenged . Tra. Cu●●at Lex . Pha. Excuse me , Sir , I must follow the Law , Exeunt . The Writs enclose Fulbanke . Mas. Joy Mr. Fulbanke , and a whole bundle of ba●bies ▪ ha , ha , ha . Your wedding day was notably deferr'd To be attended with more Ceremony , And such an antimasq●e of sucking Devills . He looks like the py'd Pipe● in Germ●ny , That undertook to cure the Town of Rats , And now the fry of Vermin dance about him . I am left to chew my Countrey cud , an asse , A ridden-empty-pated-sordid Coxcomb : You do command in chief o're Cuckolds sconce Or Haven , to which all the Tups strike saile , And bow in homage to your Soveraigne Antlers . Most high and mighty halfe moon , Prince of Becos . And so I kiss your hoof . Exeunt Maslin and Writs . Ful. Well ; if there be money and malice in the City , Expect a black revenge upon ye all . Exit . Enter Phantasme . Pha. My nimble Lawyer thinks he has got my Lady , And hugges his happiness , my next worke shall be To spoile his practice , mischief is my office . Enter Alamode . Most noble Alamode , Ala , My old acquaintance ? Pha. I am proud that you will owne me , Sir , your Creature . Ala. When is this day of Triumph in the City . For high and mighty Fulba●ke , and your Ladies So much expected marriage ? Pha. At the Greeke Calends ; My Lady's has left the Alderman allready . He may now change his Heraldry , and give In 's coat an armed beast at the new bull-ring In a field dirt . Ala. whether is she gone prethee ? Pha. To Travers sir , who has yet no Terme for life . Your hopes thrive I guess in the fair Honoria . Ala. She 's a haggard too . Pha. Possible ? Ala. She has gull'd us learnedly , And took the Scholar , in few months you 'le heare Her brought to bed of Philosophy , she 's gone , And I may as soone hope to re●rive thy Lady , Pha. My Lady ? with your pardon , gentle sir , Can you find in your self any warme thought , Or meaning to my Lady ? Ala. Could I wish To live , and look at happiness ? Pha. You have been a noble Patron to me . Ala. What canst thou do ? Pha. Do , I can do the office of a Gentleman , And you shall go your part , and perhaps owner . Ala. Make me so happy . Pha. I 'l conduct you , You come i' th opportunity . Exeunt . Enter Travers . Tra. My starres conspire to make me a full happiness , Since , fame spread my intended marriage With Lady Mammon , methinks the people Look on me with another face of feare , And admiration , in my thoughts I see My self allready in the Throne of Law , In which the petty purples waite , dispersing As I incline to frowne , or smile , the fate Of trembling mortalls , Enter Phantasme . Pha. He is return'd . Tra. Where is thy Lady , thou art ( I observe ) her favourite . And must be mine ; Pha. She 's in her Chamber sir. Tra. Come I will have it so , thou art too humble , Pha. 'T is a becoming Duty , My ambition Will be to observe the wonder of your happiness , And how you 'l rise to greatness , and to glory , By matching with my Lady , Tra. You are not A stranger to her closset , it will be An engagement to acquaint me with her temper . Pha. She is a woman , Sir , but you are wise . Tra. Nay , nay , I must know her nature . Pha. 'T is very gentle , she is angell Gold , And you may bend her as you please , she is A teeming Lady too . Tra. What Children ? Pha. All provided for , they 'l not trouble you , She has a thousand friends . Tra. Thou art kind , proceed — Pha. You are a Gentleman , Whose wisdome I may trust , I should not use This freedom else . Tra. Thou maist tell me any thing . Pha. She loves to be abroad , and to disperse Her shine upon some persons that adore her , That 's all her fault , she wo'not be confind , Sir ; And how the softness of your nature will Consent , to keep her under lock and key — Tra. Umh ! if she be so volatile , I must Hang weight upon her , 't will be necessary . Enter a Doctor . Retain thy wisdom and observe my Lady , Pha. It is my duty , Sir. Tra. My noble Client . Doc. I ha not leisure to aske how go causes . Tra. Yours will be heard , the first day of the Term. Doc. I build upon your care . Tra. You may be confident , Neglect my Doctor , to whose care , and art I owe my lungs , and life ? Doc. Oh you are pleasant , But I am now engag'd , and shall desire I may be excus'd , you know my Lady Honoria ▪ Tra. She is not sick . Doc. No , but a Gentleman Whom she declares most precious to her , is , ( I' th height of expectation , and fair hopes To have been her husband , ) desperately falne Sick , And now I think on 't , 't is my wonder , you Made no addresses timely to that Lady . Men that are eminent in Law , are wont To be ambitious of Honour . Tra. Oh Sir It is a maxime in our politicks , A Judge destroyes a mighty practiser . When they grow rich , and lazie , they are ripe For honour . Doc. You have Sir a swelling fortune . Tra. I have Mammon , I think , and for my owne part Can easily consent to accept of Lordship . Doc. If this man take the toy , and dye , she 's worth Your thoughts , my learned in the Laws , I wish Sir I could serve you . Tra. Nay , nay prethee Doctor . Doc. The Gentleman may suffer , Tra. If he dye , You and I shall be friends , I 'le not engage you To poison him . Doc. You have more justice . Tra. Yet I should not breake my heart , if he were dead , And the faire Lady mine , I know not , but This very mention of her , at this nick Of time , when her deligh● is taking leave , Hath a strange operation in my fancye : You know my constitution , I may want Your ay'd , but honourably . Doc. You shall command it . Tra. Then I 'l to her instantly , and beare you company . Doc. You can pretend no visit , being a stranger . Tra. No , I will go under the notion of Your friend , and fellow Doctor , one o' th Colledge . Doc , You may do so . Tra. I need not shift my habit . Doc. And what then ? Tra. Observe , and see the Motions of my Lady , Who knows but I may feel her'pulse ? I prophecie Something will follow fortunate . If I thrive Thou shalt be King of Cos , my learn'd Hyppocrates And I will be thy Servant . Doc. 'T is too early to court her . Tra. 'T is a fault of modesty In men to think so . Women are no fools , And howsoe're they bridle it , 't is p●ovidence 'T entertain new comforts , I have heard A modest Gentleman say , that made his love Known to a Lady e're her husbands flesh VVas cold i' th crust , I meane new cofind up , But he had a repulse , the answer was He came too late , the widdow had been promis'd The day before . Doc. If you be so resolv'd , I 'le waite upon you , Sir : Tra. The rest to my kind starres , come wee 'l take Coach. Exit . Enter Mammon Alamode and Phantasme . Mam. Presume to lock me up ? thou ha'st my Jewells . I 'l leave him instantly . Ala. He fears his tenure , And would secure your Ladyship from starting , But this doth very well become your prudence , To quit the house e're he improve his interest , By some new quirk in Law. Pha. A noble Gentleman ! And one that honours you religiously . Mam. You much obliege me sir , and I look on , you Design'd by providence my preserver ; wee 'le Into t'h Countrey instantly . Ala. Any whether , excellent Phantasme ! I am your Servant Madam , to wait on you Through the VVorld . Pha. I was borne to make you — A foole , or I am mistaken . Enter Dash. This is his Clarke , and spie upon your person . Ala. How the rascall squints upon us ? Mam. Tell Mr. Travers , The Bird is flowne , commend me to his night-cap , I shanot see him till the next vacation , So farewell penny a sheet . Ala. And dost heare ? bid him Provide new locks and keys , and barres and bolts , And cap the Chimney , least my Lady fly O●t at the Lover hole , so commend us to The precious owle your Master . They kick Dash. Pha. One token from me . Exeunt . Das. You have trusted me with tokens of remembrance , I would my Master had received them in His propria persona , to have thank'd you . Their toes are somewhat harder than my haunches ; But this is nothing to the generall damage , If our great Lady Mammon be run from us ; VVhich I believe , as sure , as I am waking , And have been kick'd , the most convincing argument . All our hopes come to this ? our mighty hopes Huge as a Mountain , shrunke into a wart ? VVe are undone , and may go hang our selves . Exit . Enter Honoria . Hon. I was too blame , my curiosity Now suffers for the Triall of his vertue ; And he too apprehensive , when I chid The Ambition of his love , made himself past The cure of my affection . Enter Doctor and Travers . Sir , you are welcome : Doc. Madam , I presum'd To bring another able Doctor with me For his consult , in case there may be danger . Hon. You have very much oblieged me . Tra. She is a very gallant Lady ! ●nspight of all the clouds that dwell upon her . Hon. VVho waits there ? shew these Doctors Mr. Alworths Chamber , there is another Gentleman within Of your profession ; your cares shall find 〈◊〉 gratitude becoming both my self , ●nd your owne worth , and I may tell you Doctor , ●f it may give the least addition to Your Cheerfulness , in his you will preserve my life . Doct. Madam , retain but your own vertue● , and be confident . Hon. Poor Alworth , there is left no other way To pay my satisfaction to thy merits , But with my sorrow for thy sufferings , A●d what will be thought pious to thy memory , ●f Fate translate thee hence : ha , he is returned . Enter Traverse . What think you Sir ? Tra. I wish he could sleep Madam , I am for his sleep , ●t would be a benefit , truth is , I much fear him ▪ But 't is not prudence ( give me boldness Madam ) To let this Sorrow play too much a Tyrant On your fair cheek : This shews him precious t● you , If the Srars envying his converse on Earth , Court him to their bright Dwellings , you must be Arm'd with a noble Fortitude , and consent To let him rise a Constellation there , And not impair your self , who were not meant To be snatch'd hence , by over-hasty sorrow , But live the worlds best Ornament . Hon. Did you say That sleep would much advantage him ? What think● you Of some soft murmures of the Lute , or Voyce ? I have heard the purlings of a spring will make Our senses glide into a dream I have a Page did use To please him much . Ex. Hon. Enter Doctor . Doct. What think you on her ? Tra. I think ? I cannot think too much upon her . But I 'll not leave her thus , her very presence Is able to recover him . Doct. Let me tell you Sir , I finde no Danger in him , be then counsel'd Not to betray your self , you finde his temper Not apt for your design , Expect a time — Tra. I love her infinitely . Mammon is a Blouze , A deformed Gypsie , didst ere see her Doctor ? She paints abominably , ey'd like a Tumbler , Her Nose has all the colours of the Rainbow , Her Lips are blue , and her teeth straddle , you May pick'em with a bed-staff . Doct. You describe An Elegant person . Tra. But Honoria Has all perfections . Stay , what fees de' e think I have had of you since our acquaintance , there 's A purse of gold — no ceremony , I am still In thy arrears for bringing me to see This wonder of her sex . Doct. You are not wilde . Tra. Your cause shall cost you nothing too , that ended , Quarrel with all the Countrey , your Law 's paid for . Serve me but now , I 'll be thy slave for ever . Exit . Doct. I now suspect the Lawyer is short liv'd , Men of his Robe are seldom guilty of These restitutions , but who can help it ? If I knew any handsome way to serve him , He has oblig'd me . Exit . Musick , a Song . Enter Doctor . Doct. He 'l shame us all , He 's zealously perswading the poor Gentleman To dye with all speed , and tells him stories Of Heaven , what a fine place it is , and what Excellent company the Angels are ; What a base Prison to a noble Soul The world is , nothing right under the Moon , Or worth a manly thought ; and presently He courts my Lady , and falls into such raptures In her commendation . The Gentleman ( Whose Crisis is not desperate , if I Have any Judgement ) smiles at his folly . They 'r both here . Enter Traverse and Honoria . Tra. He 's a Gentleman , whose condition , And as he has relation to your favours , May invite some passion : But you are wiset Then to condemn your self to solitude , And for his absence to despise mankinde ; Be just for your own sake , and Madam , look Beyond his Hearse , with pitty on the living , 'Mongst which , you cannot want , as just admirers , And some that may be worth your second thoughts . Hon. What mean you Sir ? Tra. I mean your second choice . Hon. This language makes your Charity suspected . Doct. You are too violent , leave us a while . Ex. Tr. Hon. Your friend is full of counsel . Doct. You have goodnes , To place an innocent sense upon his language , I know he has much honour to your person , And 't is sometimes as necessary , to Advise the living to preserve their health , Which their immoderate sorrows would consume , As cure the languishing patient . Enter Travers hastily . Tra. Now Madam , Your grief is useless to him , he is dead . Hon. Dead ? Doct. She Faints . Tra. A blessed Opportunity ! There is a Coach at door will hold us all , My dearest Esculapian , help , and finde A bounty will deserve it . They carry in Honoria . ACT IV. Enter Traverse . Tra. I Have secur'd the person of Honoria , At my Mannor in the Countrey , who believes Her Alworth dead , and must be allowed some time For that digestion . I have made known My self , and the affection which engag'd me . But though my Lady Mammon have a place Beneath her in my thoughts ; on better counsel , I think it wisdom to preserve my interest In her , already mine by her consent , And the great plea of Law , Possession . If I can make the Lady Honoria sure , She shall be my wife , and that my Concubine , Rare , Excellent ! Enter Dash. Dash. Oh Sir , y' are welcome home . Tra. Thou look'st with a warp'd face . Dash. You can resolve me , Is there no case , wherein a man , without Impeachment to his Credit or his Conscience , May be allowed to hang himself ? Tra. What 's the matter ? Thou art not desperate ? Dash. I know not , but I finde some inclinations to Hemp. You are my Master , I may be concern'd To follow a good example . Tra. Leave your fooling , How does my Lady Mammon ? Da. There 's the business . My Lady Mammon is Sir — Tra. What , what is she ? Das. She is my Lady Mammon , yet I lye , She is not mine , I would she were your Worships , I know you will be mad , but it must out , My Ladies gone . Tra. Ha ? Das. Run quite away Sir , With a glib Gentleman came to visit her , And the young spirit that did wait upon her . Without much ceremony , she would have your Worship Provide more locks , and keys , and bars , and bolts . I tell you Sir , Verbatim , for a need I have it all in pedescript . Tra. Mammon gone ? Das. What think you Sir , of a ne Exeat Regnum ? Tra. Gone ? my vexation ? no pursuit will reach her , Give her the start , and she 'll out-strip the Devil . These things will turn me wild , but that 's no cure , I must be a man agen , and tame this passion , Her loss may have recompence , if Honoria Can yet be gain'd , my hopes are full of blossom , I 'll return instantly , come you along Sir ▪ Enter Men carrying burthens of Money . What are these ? ha ? 't is money , whence I pray Comes all this Treasure ? 1. From the City Sir. Tra. But whether goes it ? 1. Do you not observe Us march in rank and file , this money goes To maintain many honest Gentlemen That want it , that will fight , and do fine things For all our goods ; you are a fool I see , And do not know the Law. T●a. What Law ? 1. Club Law. Tra. How 's that ? 1. The Cannon Law , do I speak loud enough ? The Gentlemen behinde will tell you more . Enter Fulbank and Citizens , other men waiting with Bags of money . Tra. I like not this : let us to horse immediately . Exit . Ful. 'T is high time , that we tame the insolence , Of this long Robe , these Princes of the Law Will invade all our Liberties and Fortunes . 1. Cit. Presume to take our Lady Mammon from us ? Ful. And as I hear , she 's closely hurried To a Castle in the Countrey , made a Prisoner . 2. Cit. I should consent the City be still great , And our names spread , like our ambitions , But we not prudently consider , whom We trust with our revenge — Ful. Our Mercenaries , Who findes 'em buff , and iron , and when they Come lame and halting home , who shall provide 'em Good Hospitals , and old shirts to make lint on ? When we please , we can scatter all the Regiments ▪ If we but rein our purses . 1. Cit. I am clear There is no other way to carry on The work , the sword strikes Terrour , and who knows , The body of the Law being vast , and powerful , Might ( if not timely thus prevented ) raise Considerable strength and opposition . But thus we stifle all , and having once Recovered Mammon , we are Princes . Omnes , Princes ! Enter Colonel , and Captain Squa●derbag : Squ. Where shall we dine Colonel ? I ha lost My credit at the Ordinary , this Town I think is onely scituate to starve in . What are these ? Col. They have City faces . Squa. And are a thought too handsome to be Serjeants , They have serious eyes upon us , and move to us . Col. Would you with me Gentlemen ? Ful. Yes Sir , with you . 2 Cit. May I take boldness Sir , to ask your name ? Squa. My name ? 2 Cit. For no harm Sir , you are a Souldier , And I presume have had commands . Squa. What then Sir , keep off . 2 Cit. I come in friendship , and mean all Civilities to your person : De' e want money ? Squ. Would you have your pate broke ? For such a foolish question to a Gentleman ? I do want money Sir , you wo'not furnish me . 2 Cit. Do not mistake your self , come hither sirrah , VVill this do you much harm ? Squ , Harm ! pray be covered . Miracles ! De' e know VVhat you have done ? 2 Cit. An act of Justice , To call it Charity , would stain your honour , I look for no security . Squa. Not a note under my hand never to pay you , VVhat must I do for all this Sir ? whose throat VVould you have cut now ? these fine Devils Must do something . 2 Cit. Buy you new cloathes , a better sword ▪ The Leather of your boots are of two families , You may want linnen too , get fresh , and part VVith bosom friends . Squa. I have more stowage . 2 Cit. And I 'll employ it , at your service Sir , He gives him another bag . Squa. VVhat will become of me ? 2 Cit. Nay Sir , I must tell you , Y' are like to have more of this . Squa. Has he no cloven foot ? This is the rarest Citizen ! Enter Colonel , Fulbank . 2 Cit. De' e hear Sir ? VVe are making of our VVill , and in the humour That now predominates , that Gentleman May be the Cities heir . Squa. VVere it not pity this should be a dream now ? Ful. You have commission , and full instructions , Be sure you do not pinch to spare our purses , Our Money grows , we are fain to weed the silver , Our men are rank , and rot upon the stalk For want of cutting , every drum-stick is A Lime-twig , they are mad for innovations , Pray know my brother Sir. Salute Col. I am his faithful servant . 2 Cit. One of the Birds , that keep the Capitol , Our feathers are all at your service Gentlemen , VVhen you have pluck'd and pick'd us well , you may Give order for our roasting , we are tame Sir. Squa. Beshrew me an understanding fellow . Ful. VVe have no more to say , 't is the Publique cause , Bring Mammon home , and we will rout the Laws . 1 Cit. And so we 'll pray for you . Col. For your selves Gentlemen , I do conceive VVe shall do well enough . Exeunt F. & Ci. Captain Squanderbag , VVhat think you of this change ? silver comes in Upon us like a Sea. Squa. An ebb must be expected , I hate naturally This mettal of the Moon , ●●is a pale flood , VVould I were in Pactolus streams , or Tagus , There were a lasting Element . Col. VVhat do you Think of these Golden Images ? Squa. I honour the bright sons of Sol. Col. Pity these Gentlemen should want Civil VVar , They take such pains , and pay so heartily , VVe have much to do o' th sudden . Squa. This long peace Hath made us tame i' th world , let e'm now pay ' fort . Col. VVe are emergent from our shades , let 's rise . VVith subtil motion , treasure makes men wise . Exeunt . Enter Phantasm , Masl●n , Contrey-men . Phan. She has gull'd the Lawyer too . Mas. Most excellent , I do adore her wit , and will she visit The Cou●trey , ha ? come neerer , Phan. I have repented Sir , my past neglect ? And made this satisfaction by my Counsel , VVhich has prevail'd , and now she comes to you Sir , VVith pure affection to your self , the Lady Mammon is onely yours . Mas. Did you hear that ? The Empress of the world is coming hither To me , with pure affection to my person , We are her Vassals . Phan. 'Cause the times are dangerous Sir , she comes private , but one Gentleman That knows not her design , I ever thought You were born to be a great man. Mas. We 'll go forth to meet her . Phan. By no means Sir , 't was her desire , You should be onely thus prepar'd , I 'll tell her . Exit . Phan. Mas. 'T is my happiness , Shall I be at last a Dominus fac totum ? There 's Latin for you Neighbours , I am inspir'd With Languages , with all things , and you shall , The poorest Copiholder of my Tenants Be allow'd a Concubine . 1. Whaw ! then we shall Be Turks Sir. Mas. Turks ? the Turks a Civil Gentleman . 2. But no Christiam . Mas. Ye'e are a fool , we Must all come to 't if the times hold , and my Deer Mammon stay with us . 1. Bless me a Turk ! 4. Is that such a matter ; why you , and I , And the best on us , are but Turks , if you Take us one way . 1. I grant , as we are brethren , and Turks , another way , and worse — Mas. Let me see , how shall I consume my wealth ? 1. VVhat think you of building Sir a Church ? Mas. A Church ? and give it my own name to save A Consecration , No , no , I must do Something to shame the Chronicles — silence , I 'll build another Town in every County , In midst of that , a most magnificent Colledge , To entertain men of most eminent wit , To invent new Religions . 1. That were excellent , we want Religion extreamly . Mas. Can none of you invent ? I think I must Keep men in pension to project me ways To spend my gold . 2. Pave all the high-way with 't , 'T would be excellent for Travellers . Mas. I 'll pave a street , that shall run cross the Island , From Sea to Sea , with Pearl build a bridge From Dover Cliff to Callis . 1. A Draw-bridge ? 4. This may be done , but I am of opinion VVe shan'ot live to see 't . Mas. ' Twon'ot be want of money , but of time , Meer time , to finish it ; my Lady Mammon , Believe it , can do all things ; for your parts , But think what you would have , I say no more : If she smile but upon you , you are made , And may go sleep , and when you wake , run mad VVith telling of your money — ha ? 't is she . Enter Mammon , Alamode and Phantasm . I Charge you kneel , and kiss her hand , My Lady Mammon ! Ala. How 's this ? Mas. VVelcome to my heart , Madam . Al. Is my Lady in earnest ? Mam. You have done me Sir a favour , I 'm at home , And disingage your further service ; I VVish you a fair retreat . Ala. Do you hear Madam ? You will not thus reward me , after all My travel and attendance ? Mam. 'T is my meaning , Nor will it Sir , be safe to lose much time , These have a natural antipathy To men of your fine making . Phan. 'T is Alamode the Courtier , VVhom my Lady has onely made her property , To be part of her convoy . Ala. You wo'not marry him ? Mam. I think I sha'll not , I must not be confin'd , while there is ayr , And men to change . Mas. How Master Courtier ? Phan. They 'l toss him in a blanket . Mas. As long as you please Madam , he 's welcome , And he shall eat , if you frown , he must vanish , Or I have Canibals that will devour him ; VVith his sword , boots treble tann'd and spurs upon ' em . Ala. Sure I dream , but Madam You wo'not play the Cockatrice thus wo 'me . Mam. If you will stay , upon your good behaviour ; I may dispense some private favour — Ala. Good , excellent VVhore , I 'll stay to observe her humor . Mas. I 'll be your guide Madam , On , go before , and bid'm ring the bells , For bonefires , 't will be time enough at night To burn up all the Villages about us . Ala. Indeed it shall be yours : Sir , you are too civil . Exeunt . Enter Travers● and Dash the Clark. Tra. Intreat my Lady hither , and attend her , I did embrace too much , Mammon is lost , If my stars prosper my ambition To Honoria , I forgive their future influence . A Discovery of Treasures and Iewels . Here is a blaze to melt a frozen soul. Enter Honoria . Hon. VVhat is my Jaylors pleasure with his Prisoner ? Tra. That character doth wound your servant , Madam , ● am your Prisoner , by the fate of Love , Condemnd to everlasting chains , my heart Consumes at every frown , and I beg now Not to be happy owner of that beauty , ●ince you decree my Exile , but to dye , Collect up so much terrour in a look , ●nd from that Throne of Majestie , your eyes , ●art forth a flame of wrath so high , it may ●urn me to ashes , I 'll submit your Sacrifice . Hon. I have no thoughts so impious , to destroy 〈◊〉 life that may be happy , if you be not Your own Tormenter . Tra. Those words have a sound of mercy , Madam . Hon. Cruelty and honour ●re inconsistent . Tra. I taste Heaven , Already , a warm stream descends upon My timorous heart ; Oh pause , let me consider How much I am behinde in worth , to know VVhat change hath blest it . Hon. Change ? Tra. Let me but touch ●our white hand , were my breath the Treasure ●f all the East , no other Altar should Have Incense , I am lost to finde the sweetness . Salutes her . For every smile I drop a Pearl , these Diamonds Are pale , and beg a lustre from your Eyes , VVear them , and be their ornament : I 'll rifle My Indies for more wealth , and when I have , With giving up my soul , purchas'd a kiss Of bright Honoria , from my dust at one , One pittying look upon me , I ascend A new Creation from your Eye . Hon. What means This rapture ? what would all this passionate noise ? Expound , I am still Honoria . Tra. Oh say but mine . Hon. Sir , shut up your shop , Your gay temptations wo'not take . Tra. Is 't possible ? Not all this treasure buy one kiss ? Hon. A ●housand , From those that have a subtil art to sell them : Why do you trifle with your soul ? Intents That carry honour , need not bribe with wealth To purchase nothing . Tra. I can love you vertuously . Hon. By that love be commanded then , to tell me How have you dispos'd of Alworths dust , why was I Surpris'd dishonourably , and transported Against my own thoughts and consent , to this Unhappy place ? and immut'd up like Some guilty person , not allow'd the freedom Of ayr , nor to see heaven at all , but from The narrow limits of a Cazement ? can you Interpret this affection ? 't is tyrannie , That must without a penitence , draw from heaven A justice , and from me ( by you made miserable ) A just contempt of all your flatteries . Tra. There are some men i' th world , that would not think You handsom in that look , and make you tremble . Hon. You dare not be so impious . Tra. When my love , That courts you honourably is scorn'd , I can Be angry , had I wanton thoughts about me , As some may mix with flesh and blood , you are Within my power . Hon. That power is circumscrib'd , You have confin'd already this poor weight Of Dust I carry , but if blacker thoughts Tempt you to force my honour , I can call Rescue from heaven . Tra. What needs this bravery ? you see I use No violence , I court you to a Bride . Hon. My vows once gave me up a pledge to Alworth , And my heart cut out for his Epitaph , Will not contain one Character beside . Tra. I play my self to death in flames unpittied , Resolve , nor look for tedious considerings ; If I may honourably succeed your Alworth , His soul had not a purer faith to serve you , If this be slighted — Enter Dash the Clark. Das. Help , help , we are all undone , O Sir , where is Your two handed sword ? Tra. Thou Messenger of Horror , what 's the matter ? Das. The Castle is besieg'd , and the Beacons burns blue Sir. The Devil 's up in Arms , and comes against us With the whole posse Comitatus ! they Will pull the house down they have broke into The base Court , Heaven protect my Pia mater . I did but p●ep out of the Garrat , and One Souldier swore a huge Granado at me . They cry down with the Laws , and if they have not Honoria sound of wind and limb , they 'll cut us , Sir , into Labels . Would I had compounded For any leg ▪ or my left arm ; but now , Now farewel comely Court-hand , and long Dashes , Do you not hear the Mandrakes ? what do you do Sir ? I 'll into the Cellar straight , and bar the door , And if there be no remedy , e're they reach m● , I 'll drink , and dye a Martyr . Tra. I am blasted ! stay , There is a close contrivement in this Chamber , Madam , will you retreat , and save your person ? This way sirrah . Exeunt . Dash. De' e think they will not smell us out ? I fear My constitution wo'not hold . Souldiers within . Down with the Laws & custos Rotulorum , Fico for Writs and Mous-Traps . Enter Officers , General , and Fulbank . Off. Make a guard Souldiers . Ful. I am come Sir , to see fashions . Col. You finde us drudging Sir , in your affairs , Captain , I leave him to your entertainment , That face deserves a reverence . Hon. 'T is the Colonel , But he looks more compos'd , and carries state . Col. Madam . Ful. And how go things , my Military friends ? My gallant men 〈◊〉 action ? you are now In sprightly postures , and become your selves , What pitty 't is , men of your noble soul Should want employment . Squa. We must all acknowledge Your care of us . Ful. I honour'd your profession , Since I first handled Arms. Squa. What service , with your favour ▪ have you seen ? Ful. Hot service , I was knock'd down thrice , and lost My beard at taking of a Fort in Finsbury , And when I had my Marshal trinkets on , I thought my self as brave a Macedonian As the best on e'm . But where 's the Lady Mammon ? Col. Surprized ? and ever since a Prisoner ? He is not worth my passion , this room Has in your presence a protection . I take your word , you wo'not quit the place Wi●hout your servants knowledge , Madam , but If the slie Enemy of your honour , think By obscuring his base head , to fly our Justice , When you are safe , I 'll fire the house upon him . Das. Here , her● we are , fire , fire . Tra. Be silent Villain . Das. Yes , and be burnt alive , I cannot finde the door . Col. From whence that voice ? Das. 'T is here , 't is here , I hate burning , as I do the Devil , and a dry Proverb , help . Squa. The Lawyers here . Tra. Gentlemen use no violence , I 'll come forth And meet your fury . Cap. What are you sirrah ? Das. A poor Court-hand practiser . Cap. The choice is given , whether thou wilt be hang'd At the next tree , or have your ears cut off ? Das. My ears , my ears by any means Gentlemen ▪ Hanging will make a villainous long Dash. Once crop'd , and twice a Traytor , sweet Gentlemen , Delicate Commanders . Tra. Time has brought Your turn about , by your respects to●honour , I see your soul is noble ; though I cannot Dye at my own choice , I can make a will , And dispose some Legacies , rich Jewels , Sir , Plate , Gold , and Silver . Ful. All this I lay claim to , They were the Lady Mammons , in whose right I challenge all , I take those to my custodie . Col. How ? How ? Marshal take him to yours . Ful. Me to the Marshal ? that were pretty , me ? Mar. Come Sir — Ful. How ? I beseech one word , have you forgot me Sir ? Col. Your name is Fulbank . Ful. Plain Fulbank ? it was I , Did in those days bring in the good advance . Col. You did , your duty Marshall — Ful. I ha done Sir , Col. So have not I , secure his person too , Safe , as your life will answer it . Enter one with a Letter . Letters , whence ? ha ? From Alamode ? He reads . Alworth Discovers himself to Honoria , Squanderbag observes them . He writes where a party of horse may handsomely Secure the Lady Mammon , give him a reward , Make it your province Captain , you will finde Directions in that paper . Whispers . Squa. Sir , I have observ'd That Gentleman with the black-patch uncase His eye once to my Lady , there 's some mysterie , I do not like it . Col. Some spie : when I walk off , command him to the Guard till further order . Madam , I call it my first happiness , That I am in a capacity to serve you , And you shall order your own justice . Hon. What will they do with that young Gentleman ? Col. She mindes not me . Hon. Your pardon . Col. Give me favour to attend you , With whom my soul desires to be renew'd , Your faithful honourer , march on . Ex. Co. &c. Alw. I obey you . Squa. You will know the cause hereafter , and us better , When both your eyes are open . Pulls of the Patch . Cap. Thou hast cur'd him : de' e know us Sir ? Alw. I know ye all . Squa. What are we ? Alw. You 're all close fires , in want of aire kept tame , But know no bounds , let loose into a flame . Squa. We 'll teach you better Morals Sir , Come on . Exeunt omnes . ACT. V. Enter Squanderbag and a Captain . Cap. HIs thoughts are all now taken up with Courtship To Honoria . Squa. You may see Captain , A handsome piece of flesh and blood may do much , VVhen there 's no other enemy i' th the field . Cap. VVhat will be done with the Gentleman was carried To the guard ? Squa. The stranger with a black Eye ? He 's fast enough , and will have opportunity Of place and time , to cool his hot devotions , If our Commander in chief march on thus . Enter Serjeant and Souldiers . Ser. Are not these pretty hand Granado's , Gentlemen ? 1 Sol. Fire to the fuze , and toss some health about . 2 So. Come away , tomy Colonel , honest Squanderbag . Squa. Ha ? these are my Scythians , mark those fellows Captain , Cut 'em in pieces like so many Adders , They 'l joyn agen , i' ch compass of an acre , Their limbs will creep together , and march on To the next Rendevouz without a halt . 2 Ser. This is Spanish . Ler. Draw home your arrow to the head , my Centaure . 1. So. Mine is French Wine . 5 So. You must take your chance , The Yeoman of the wine-seller did not Provide'em for our palate . 2 So. Supernaculum ! See , there lies Spain already , now would I fight — Ser. Drink thou mean'st . 2 Sol. VVith any King in Europe . Do not spill your Amunition ; ah Serjeant , This was excellent Drink . 1 So. VVho wants my Colonel ? 2. So. I want it , tope , give me 't . Ser. He 'l ha 't agen ? 2 So. The to'ther charge , and then we 'll over-run Christendom , Sa , sa : When y 'ave done with Christendome , what shall Become o' th Heathen Princes ? 2 So. We 'll put the Heathen Princes in a bag . Ser. A bottle thou meanest , he 's all for drink . 2 So ▪ And after , roast the Great Turk with his Bashaws , Like a pudding in 's belly . Squa. Thou Boy ! Ser. There he is for eating . Ser. Dost know what thou hast said now ? but What shall be done with the Jews ? 2 Sol. They are included , And go upon the score of Modern Christians , There sha'not a Nation scape us . Squa. These are the men , The tools , that cut our Triumph out o' th quarry . Cap. They will deserve their pay . Squa. Oh pay is necessary , use it now and then , Like Phisick , it keeps the Souldier in health And expectation , they must fight for honour Some-times . 1 So. Tobacco , hey ? Ser. Here boys , a Magazine , with pipes attending , VVhite as my Ladies tooth , and shining more Then forehead of Dulcinea de Toboso . 4 So. A Souldier's a brave life . 3 So. 'T is cheap , all these things come to us by nature . Ser. Our Colonel . Squa. I 'll cashier him that rises , keep your postures , We are all Souldiers , and can sit and drink we 'e , To your Arms Gentlemen agen , ha ? this is wine . Ser , We have the modest gift of drinking , Sir , Without inquiry of the Grape or Vintage , Or from what Merchant . Squa. Is not this better than a tedious Prentiship , Bound by Indentures to a shop and drudgerie , Watching the Rats , and Customers by Owl light ? Ti'd to perpetual language of , What lack ye ? Which you pronounce , as ye had been taught like Sterlings . If any Gudgin bite to damn your souls For less than sixpence in the pound . Oh base ! Your glittering shoes , long graces , and short meals , Expecting but the comfortable hour Of eight a clock , and the hot Pippin-pies , To make your mouth up ? all the day not suffered To aire your selves , unless your minikin Mistress Command you to attend her to a Christning , To bring home plums , for which they may relieve Your teeth that water , with her next suppositorie . You have some Festivals , I confess , but when They happen , you run wilde to the next Village , Conspire a knot , and club your groats apiece For Cream and Prunes , not daring to be drunk , Nothing of honour done , now y' are Gentlemen , And in a capacitie to be all Commanders , if you dare fight , 2 S. Fight ? you know we dare , Sir , And with the Devil . 2 Squa. In hope you wo'not give him quarter , There 's money , do not purchase Earth , nor Heaven with it . I must away , remember the two things . 1 So. The two Dees . Squa. Drink , and your Duty , so , Now as you were — 2 So. Noble Colonel , Ex●t . Let me kiss thy hand , I am thine body and soul. 3 So. But will you fight with the Devil ? 2 So. Why not ? 3 So. So will not I. 2 So. Wo'not you fight with the Devil , and one of Our Regimen● ? 3 So. Not I ? 1 So. Perhaps the Devil is his friend . 3 So. And yet in a good cause — 2 So. He wo'not fight with you then , base , I say , To take advantage of the cause , or person : Fight upon any cause with any person . Heark you Serjeant , you do know our Duties Better than we our selves , what do we fight for ! Silence the first word of Command , let us Be serious , what , what do we fight for ? Ser. For pay , for pay , my Bull-rooks . 2 So. La'ye now , Can any Christian Officer say more ? Ser. Hang these Intergatories , And give us to'her charge to 'th man i' th Moon . 2 So. All , all give fire together , Oh for a noise Of Trumpets . Drums beat . 1 So. Here are Drums . Ser. The General is coming this way , to your Arms Skud ye Metropolites . Enter Colonel , Squanderbag , Captain and Alamode . Ala. Sir , I congratulate your honourable Employment . Col. And I your noble presence here . Ala. I could not with my Rhetorick invite My Ladie hither ? Col. I sent you a party — Ala. Yes Sir , Your men of rank and file do carry still The strong perswasions , they prevail'd with her . I left her to the Guard. A shout ▪ Col. The reason of that Clamor ? Cap. The Souldiers , Sir , express their joy thus loud , That Ladie Mammon is brought in , the Guard Hardly secure her person . Col. Give her fair access , On pain of death , be none uncivil to her , This service will deserve a memory , And publique thanks , all our design did reach But to gain her . Ala. The work will be to keep her , The Gipsie has more windings than a Serpent ▪ The Moon is not more changing . Enter Mammon , Phantasm , Guard. Col. Is this she ? Phan. Madam , I 'll take my leave . Mam. Forsake me in this Condition ? Phan. If I could expect a worse Would fall upon you , Madam , I 'd not part yet . Mam. How ? Phan. For I can tell you , what will follow instantly , And it does please my wickedness extreamly , The next pay-day you will be torn in pieces , Oh'twill be excellent sport , ha , ha , ha . Mam. And canst thou laugh Villain ? Secure him Souldiers . Phan. They will have work enough about your Ladiship . I am going as nimbly as a spirit , Madam , And to your greater comfort , know I am one . Mam. The Devil thou art . Phan. Call'd by another name , Your evil Genius , to assure you that You have been all this while cozened , my dear Mistress , And that these colours are phantastick , see , I vansh into aire . Guard. Presto , was this your Devil , Madam ? Mam. Oh my misfortune ! Col. Madam , your person is most welcome hither . Mam. I fear your Souldiers , Sir , Col. You may be confident Of safety from them , Madam , that fight for you , We are your guard , all wait upon my Ladie , And let your applications be with reverence , And see her entertainmen●s high , and such As may become my honour , and her person . Exit . What is there left addition to my happiness ? Mammon and Honoria both within my power ? Ambition write non ultra , fix , fix here , The two great darlings of mankinde are mine , Both Excellent , and yet but one Divine . Wealth is the nerves of VVar and VVi● , without which VVe are dull , and useless engines , Mammon leads To Conquest , and rewards ou● blood and watches ▪ But honour is the lustre of all Triumph , The Glories that we wear are dim without her , Till she come in , the Lamp , our glorious flame , VVe grope our way i' th dark , and walk on crutches . Riches may shine , and Star-like grace the night , But Honour is the radiant soul of light . Exit . Alworth in Prison . Alw. I almost could be angry with my fate , And call that care of my Phisitian ●nkinde , that did remove my first distempers ; I should have drop'd into the shades , and lost Her memory , that flatters me to ruine ▪ VVhat 's all this murmure ? are these thoughts my own ? Or is there some black spirit crept into My melancholy blood , that would corrupt That spring , by which my innocence should live ? Hence , I command thee hence , thou dire Inchantment , And let the vertues of Honoria Resume their throne within my soul , and strike Religious tremblings through every thought , Lest I repine at Providence ? She is here . Enter Honoria , and Marshal . Mar. This warrant must admit you . Hon. There 's for your Office , you may withdraw your self . Mar. Your servant . Exit . Hon. Oh my Alworth ? Alw. This humility Transcends my hope and merit , I am now No more a Prisoner , since my better part ( Enlarg'd by this your charitable visit ) Hath freedom to behold my greatest happiness , Your self . Hon. I am so full of joy To see thee alive , I cannot ask thee , how Thou wert preserv'd . Alw. Heaven was not willing 〈◊〉 Should die , till I had given you better proof How much I would deserve your smile upon me . Enter Colonel and Marshal . Mar. Here you may , undiscovered , Sir , observe ' em . Col. You may be gone , and wait at some fit distance . Alw. My cure was hastned by your thoughts upon me , And my desires had wings to reach your person , ( For I was soon acquainted how you were Convey'd ) and next my thoughts to kiss your hands , I brought my resolutions of revenge Upon that Traitors head , that ravish'd ye So rudelie from my eies . Hon. Prethee no more , But let our hearts renew , and seal a contract In spight of present storms ; and I am not VVithout some hopes to change thy sad condition , For he , to whose commands thou owest this misery ▪ Is pleas'd to say he loves me , and I can Employ his kindeness to no better use Then thy Enlargement ; if this prove unfortunate , It shall at least diminish thy affliction , That I can bear a part , and suffer with thee . Alw. Better I sink by many deaths , then you Engage your self to any unkinde Fate For me ; I have crept newly from my dust , And can alone walk cheerfully to silence And the dark grave : But do you believe , Madam , This man looks on you with a noble flame ? He 's now a great man. Hon. His affection Has all the shews of honour , and such high Civilities flow from him . Alw. Pause a little , And give me leave to tell you , as these seeds Of VVar grow up , I cannot think a person ( Though many may be honourable ) can Better Deserve — Hon. VVhat ? Alw. To be made Lord of this Fair Empire . Hon. Did this language come from Alworth ? That said he lov'd me ? Alw. Yes , with noblest fervor , My love commands it Madam , and I can In my true service to Honoria , Advise her to call home her noble beams , Thar shine to the discredit of her light On me , that wo●ld upon a worthier object Draw up more admiration to her brightness , And at the same time , by their influence shew The beauties of her better choice . Hon. This language I understand not yet ; can Alworth then Finde in his heart any consent , to give up His interest in Honoria to another ? Alw. Yes , when Honoria is concern'd to meet A greater happiness than Alworth , I Can make my self an Exile , which is but The justice of my love to her great merit . I am a trifle Madam , a thing meant Beneath your smile , a very walking shadow , And time will come , when you have shew'd me all The bounties of your grace , nay seal'd them mine , By the most holy character of marriage , Yet then I must forsake you , when my nerves Shrink up , when the weak flowings of my blood Cool in their channel , and tame Nature leaves me A spoil to death — Hon. VVhy do you talk of death , So far off ? Alw. Though we do not hear him tread , Yet every minute he approaches , Madam ; And give me leave to tell you , without flattering My self , I am in danger ; first a Prisoner , A spie they may pretend , but this will vanish . It is the title of your servant , Madam , Is both my hononr , and my crime , nor can I VVave my relation to your favours : this Known to the man , under whose power we stand , His angrie breath may doom me to the scaffold , And I must then resign , nor will the act Be mine , but a constraint , and I then lose The glorie that may now be mine , to engage Him in your smiles , you in his love . Hon. VVhen will this dream be over ? Alw. As for me , It shall be enough at distance to look on you VVith thoughts as innocent as your own , and if For the convenience of both our persons , One Earth must not contain us , do not think That I can wander , where I shall forget To tell the stranger world your storie , Madam ; And when I have made all mankinde , where I come , Bow to your name , and taught 'em to repeat it In all their dangers , and their frights , to cure them , I will seek out some aire , that is infectious , VVhere no birds dare inhabit , or man build . A cottage to repose his wearied head , And there I prophesie , by the vertuous charm . Of your blest name , to purge it , and as soon As the great miracle is spread , to invite The best of every Nation to live there , And own you Tutelar Angel. Hon. Fie , no more , Alworth now dreams indeed , but he more vainlie Perswades me to forget my vows to him : Is this a fear to die , or something like it ? For I would give it fain some other name . Alw. A fear to die , that arrow strikes too deep , If you but think so , and wounds more ▪ than all The horror my des●ruction can appear in . If I can entertain the thoughts of life Without you , how much easier must it be To die for your concernment ? I ha' not liv'd After the rate to fear another world . VVe come from nothing into life , a time VVe measure with a short breath , and that often Made tedious too , with our own cares that fill it , VVhich like so many Atomes in a Sun-beam , B●t crowd and justle one another . All , From the adored Purple to the Hair-cloth , Must center in a shade , and they that have Their vertues to wait on'm , bravely mock The rugged storms , that so much fright 'em here , VVhen their souls lanch by death into a sea That 's ever calm . Hon. This deserves my attention , And you in this small lecture Alworth , have Made me in love with death , who for thy sake Can with my innocence about me , take More satisfaction to bleed away My life , than keep it , with the smallest stain Upon my honour . This I speak , not to Court up your drooping thoughts to me , if I Be faln , or have lost my first esteem — Alw. Oh pardon , t'other syllable of this destroys me ; VVhat is there , can but make me worthy of Your faith ? I am all , ever thine ? The Colonel . Enter Colonel . Col. Expect a cloud to darken all your triumphs ▪ Exit . Hon. His threats move me as little , as his love , Yet for thy sake I can be sad . Alw. And I But onely mourn for you . Enter Colonel with a Pistol , and Travers . He is return'd , And with him the first poisoner of our peace ; VVhat horrour next ? Col. Your happiness is now VVithin your reach , kill but that fellow , and Possess her by my gift , the act once done By my command secures thee . Hon. He shall make His passage to thee through my heart . Tra. I thank you For your great promise and employment , Sir , But take your tool agen , Col. Did you not love her ? Tra. Yes infinitely , but scorn your Hangmans Office : I have done too much al●eadie ; but if Madam , The memorie of my base surprize have not VVeig'd me down past all fathom of your mercy , I can ask you forgiveness in my heart , And suffer all his Tyrannie , to expiate My black offence to you , and to that Gentleman . Col. Are you so resolute ? Tra. VVere I assur'd There were no punishment to attend this murde● Here , nor hereafter , could she pardon this Bloodie assassination , and Alworth Forgive me , when his soul is gliding through The purple stream , and mounting up to fill Some happie star , would she herself consent To be the great reward of the black deed , I should abhor the Pa●ricide . Col. Is 't so ? expect my next return . Exit : ●lw . Sir , you have shewn a penitence would strike A marble through , and this return to pietie , Hath chang'd our anger into Admiration . Hon. Sir , we have now no thoughts , but what are fil'd , With a desire you call us to your friendship ; Live happie , and adorn by your example Of justice , the most honoured robe you wear . Enter Colonel , Alamode , Fulbank , Squanderbag and Mammo●● Col. Nay ye shall witness all my resolution ; Your hand , deer Madam , Alworth take from me Thy own Honoria , it were impious To keep you a minute longer in your fears , Your loves deserve my admiration , not My anger , and I cheerfully resign All my ambitions , live you happie both ▪ As I am in this conquest of my self : I lov'd Honoria well , but justice better . But Madam , though you must be Alworths Bride , Yet give me leave to call you Mistress , I Can be your servant still , and by your influence Upon me , steer my actions , and keep My passions in as much obedience , As any Souldier I command , and Alworth Be you so just , to ●ell the world that takes Delight to snarl , and catch at every errour In our profession : I am no enemy To Arts , but can take pleasure to reward Learning , with all due honour , be your self The example . Alw. You are perfect In all that 's noble , and it were a sin Not to proclaim it . Tra. Sir , This act will crown Your name for ever . Col. Make your peace with Honoria , T is done , and we owe all we can call happy To your justice , Sir. to Mammon . Col. Madam , you look upon us through some cloud , None should be worn this day , and here are some Did wear the title of your servant . Fulbank — ●ul . Oh you are trulie noble , I ever honoured my Ladie . Col. Travers , Alamode , Squa. Please you to name me in the list , I can Be as much a servant to this Ladie , as The best of these . Col. Stand forth , and plead your merits . Mam. I excuse them , Your pardon Sir , I think the best in all the File unworthie of me . Col. Plain truth , Gentlemen . Mam. I could give reasons , but I have no humor To spoil some reputations in publique . Ala. I told you what a Gypsie ' t was . Mam. Some may Traduce my fame , and charge me with a levity And frequent change , but I have been less constant , Because I found no man had wit enough To manage me , or worth enough to invite The stay of my affections . I acknowledge The Citizen doth promise fair , but breaks : Lawyers are cunning , but I love not snares : The Courtier has no care of his own body ; The Countrey-man had no wit but in his acres : And for you , Sir , your name is Squanderbag , What would you do with Ma●mon , cannot keep her ? Beside , these men had the bad luck to court me When I was swaid by an evil genius , Which now has left me . I see alreadie A nobler path , and till I finde a man Knows how to love , and govern me with temperance , I lay my self an humble servant at Honoria's feet ; your pardon to my past Neglects , will make me cheerfull to attend you . Col. Nay , since y' are come to be my fellow-servant , If you please , Madam , we may approach neerer ; What think you of me , shall I present my self A servant to your favour ? Mam. Sir , you are pleasant . Col. I shall be so , if you accept my service ; Though I am a Souldier , I can love , and do All duties may become your worth and honour . Mam. I blush to say how much I am unworthie , But I shall meet you honourably . Col. A match , seal it . Salute . Ful. He has don 't it compendiously ; But Sir , you know — Col. Yes , I know very well what you would say , But this fair Lady's mine , and I 'll deserve her : Wealth has alreadie made you mad , we have been Out of the Sun a great while , I invite You all my guests to day , and Ladie Mammons , Do me that honour . Ful. There is no remedie . Enter Maslin strip'd . Ala. 'T is well you scap'd with loss of Mammon . Col. What anti-Masquers this ? Mam. 'T is Mr. Maslin . Cap. This fellow wod not bend , and so they broke him . Mas. You look like the Commander in chief Of this Militia . Col. What then ? Mas. I have a suit to you . Col. A suit ? methinks y' are naked . Mas. I know not , but on my knees I beg their pardon That made me so , they plunder'd me so quaintly , They are the nimblest Hocus Pocus's That e're threw dice for hemp . Col. I am glad they fitted you . Mas. No Sir , it was the Tailor fitted me . Col. So , and they unfitted you . Mas. But with what art , how most compendiously They made me an Adamite , Sir — Col. Let 's hear your wonder . Mas. One ill look'd fellow did but swear an oath , And my hat flew up with the very wind of it , And fell upon a head , that stood bare for it Full three yards off : Another did but squint upon my legs , And my boots vanish'd with the spurs upon 'em ; Cloak , doublet , jerkin , all convenient broad cloth , Three pile of wool , went from me at one motion ; No bars nor buttons could prevail a minute , They broke into my bodie with that nimble Burglarie ; I was undone e're I could wink : But when my narrow shirt came o're my shoulders , I thought't had been my skin , at every twitch I roar'd , and gave my self gone for a Rabbet For the next Officers supper . Col. In good time . Mas. But truth appear'd when I was strip'd , their charitie Left me my breeches , but the good old gold Could not have leave to bear 'em companie , That was defaulk'd miraculously by a Mirmidon That had lo● both his hands — Ala. Lost both his hands , How could he take your money ? Mas. With his stumps , Sir , He routed both my pockets with his stumps ; Oh the knack some men have to fetch out money . Col. He is pleasant , see his wardrobe be restord . Mas. Shall I be warm agen , Oh Madam — Squa. Be not too sawcie , she is now exalted Above your sphere . Ful. Oh Mr. Maslin , we are all undone . Mas. So am I , they have not left me a shirt . Col. All faults , where we have power this day , are pardon'd . Ala. Happiness crown your loves ! Col. Now to the Priest , Whose work is onely wanting to confirm us : Alworth , lead on your fairest Bride , remember We are both servants to Honoria . Alw. To shew I can obey you Sir , come Madam . The Birth of Heaven , and the Earths Morning-star , Col. Our life of Peace , and the true soul of War. Exeunt . FINIS . THE CONTENTION OF AJAX and ULYSSES , FOR THE ARMOR Of ACHILLES . AS It was nobly represented by young Gentlemen of quality , at a private Entertainment of some persons of Honour . WRITTEN By IAMES SHIRLEY . LONDON , Printed for Iohn Crook , at the sign of the ship in S. Pauls Church-yard . The Speakers . Ajax Telamon . Ulysses . Agamemnon . Diomedes . Menelaus . Nestor . Calchas . Thersander . Polybrontes , a small Souldier . Lysippus Pages . Didimus Souldiers . Attendants . THE CONTENTION OF AJAX and ULYSSES FOR The ARMOUR Of ACHILLES . Didimus , Ulysses his Page , Lysippus , Ajax his Page . Di. WHy how now Insolence ? Lysippus justles Didimus . Ly. You know me Sir ? Di. For one that wants good manners ; yes , I know Your name , and best relation , you attend A Page on Ajax Telamon . Ly. And you In such an office wait upon Ulysses , But with this 〈◊〉 , that I am your better , In reference to my Lord , as he exceeds Your Master both in Fortitude and Honour : Therefore I take this boldness to instruct Your diminutive Worship in convenient duties , And that hereafter when you see me pass , You may descend , and vail , and know fit distance . Dy. To you descend , and vail ? to you ? poor Rat ! Is he not poison'd , that he swells so strangely : I would bestow this admonition , that You talk within your limits , I may finde A pity for your folly , while you make Comparisons with me , but let your ●ongue Preserve a modestie , and not dare to name My Lord , without a reverence , and not In the same week your Master is in mention , Least I chas●ise you . Ly. Ha , ha , prodigie ! The Monkey grin● , the Pigmie would be Rampant : Sirrah , 't is I pronounce , if you have A minde to lose one of your lug● , or quit Some teeth that stick impertinent in your gums , Orrun the hazard of an eye , or have Your han hes ki kt into a gentle ●ullice , Or tell your Master in whose cause you have Deserv'd a ●●dgell●ng , and m●rited A ●rutch to carry home your broken bodie ; Talk on , and when it is too late , you may R●pen● your impudence . Di. Mightie man of 〈◊〉 ! Is not your n●me Lysippus ? what mad Dog Has bi● thee ; thou art wilde , hast lost thy s●nses ? Ly. You 'l finde , I have not . Di. Is all this in earnest ? And hast thou so much ignorance , to think That lump of flesh , thy Master ( a thing meant By nature for a flail , and bang the sheafs ) Is fit to be in competition With the wise Prince of Ithaca ? whose name Shines like a Constellation throughout Greece , And is lookt at with admiration By friends and enemies ? for shame retract Thy gross opinion , it is possible Thou maist retrive thy lost wits , Ly. Verie well Then , you do think my little spawn of Policie , That your slie Master , the oyl-tongu'd Ulysses , Will win the prize to day , Achilles Armour ; And that the Kinglie Judges , and grave Counsel Will give it against Ajax . Di. In true wisdom , As to the best deserver . They fight . Ly. Dandiprat . Enter Calchas . Cal. Remove your selves , and pettie differences , This place is meant the scene for a contention Between the valiant Ajax Telamon , And the far fam'd Ulysses , who shall best Me it to wear the great Achilles Arms : Methinks I see Heavens mightie windows open , And those great souls , whom noble actions here Translated to take plac● among the Stars : Look down , and listen with much expectation Of this daies glorie . The rough winds ( least they Should interrupt the plea of these Competitors ) S●and close committed in thei● horrid caves , And habus drest in all his brightest beams , Cu●bs in his Steeds to stay , to wait upon The g●eat Decision . Silence , no noise prophane this place , and may The soul of wisdom be at this great Council . Enter Officers one after another , bearing the Pieces of Achilles A●mour , after them in state , Agamemnon , Nestor , Menelaus , Diomedes , Thersander , &c. Aga. I need not , Grecian Princes , spend much time Or Language , in discousing the occasion Why this great Council hath been call'd ; Achilles , Whose very name will be enough to fill The breath of fame , is here agen concern'd , Nor can his honour'd ashes b● without Contention in his sacred Urn , until The difference between these great Competitors Be reconciled . Cap. They both , great Agamemnon , are prepar'd , And cheerful , as when Honour call'd them forth To fight , impati●nt of delay , or danger . Ag. Attend them hither , Dio. Let the Officers Take care the Souldiers press not past their limit . Enter before Ajax , his Page , bearing his Target . Ajax . appears , with lightning in his eyes , His big heart seems to boil with rage . M● . He was ever passionate : Here comes Ulysses . Enter Ulysses , with his Page , as before , he makes obeysance , and sets down in a Chair . A man of other temper , and as far From being transported with unhandsome anger , He seems to smile . Ag. They have both deserv'd For their great service in this expedition , We should with calm , and most impartial souls Hear and determine ; therefore , if you please , Because the hours are precious , I shall Desire them lose no time . Dio. We all submit , and shall obey your prudence . Ag. You honour much : Your Agamemnon — Princes then to you , I hope you have brought hither , with your persons , Nothing but what your honours may consent too ; Speak your selves freely then , these are your Judges ▪ Who are not onely great in birth and titles , And therefore bring no thoughts to stain their honour , But bound by obligation of one Countrey , Will love , and do your name and valours justice . There lies your great reward , Achilles Arms , Forg'd by the subtile art of him , that fram'd I●ves Thunderbolts , pride of Cyclopian labours , He that is meant by his kinde stars , to have The happy wearing of them next , may write Himself a Champion ●or the Gods , and Heaven , Against a race of Gyants that wo●ld scale it : I have said , and we wi●h silence now as deep As that doth wait on midnight , and as fixt As marble Images , expect your pleasure . Ajax rises and looks about him . Ajax . Great Iove , immure my heart , or gi●t it with Some ribs of steel , lest it break through this flesh , And with a flame contracted from just fury , Set fire on all the world : How am I fal● ? How shrunk to nothing ? my fame ravish'd from me ? That this sly talking Prince is made my Rival In great Achilles Armour : Is it day ? And can a Cloud darker than night , so muffle Your eyes , they cannot reach the Promontory , Beneath which now the Grecian fleet rides safe , Which I so late ref●ued from Trojan flames , When Hector f●ightful , like a Globe of fire , By his example taught the enrag●d youth To brandish lightning ; but I cannot talk , Nor knows he how to fight , unless 'i th dark Wi●h shadows . I confess , his eloquence And tongue are mighty , but Pelides sword And armour were not made things to be talk'd on , But worn and us'd , and when you shall determine My juster claim , it will be fame enough For him , to boast , he strove with Ajax Telamon . And lost the prize , due onely to my merit . Ly. Now Didimus , how goes Ulysses pulse ? Run to his Tent , and fetch him some strong waters . Did. This storm shakes not a leafe , it had been more Honour for Ajax Telamon to have hir'd A Tru●peter , than make this noise himself . Ag. Silence . The Duke proceeds . Aja . I am asham'd And blush , that I can plead so vast a marit : Why am I not less honour●ble ? a cheaper Portion of wo●●h , weigh'd in the ballance , with This Rival , would so croud , and fill my scale , His vertues , like a thin and trembling vapour , Would lose themselves i' th ayr , or stick a Comet Upon Heavens face , from whence the matter spent , It would fall down , the sport ▪ and scorn of Children , Allow me then less valiant , pinch all The Laurels from my brow , that else would grow there , The honour of my birth and blood must lift me Above the Competition with Ulysses ; My Father was Duke Telamon , a name Fatal to Troy , companion to Alcides , Whom in the expedition to Colchos , Argo was proud to bear : his father Aeacus , Who for his exemplary justice here , Was by Eternal Patent from the Gods , Made Judge of souls ; him Iupiter begot On f●ir Egina , from whose womb , I write My self a third from Iove : But let not this Entitle me to great Achilles arms , Without my interest in his blood : Our fathers Grew from one royal stem , I am his Kinsman , And I demand in this , but just inheritance . In what relation of blood can then Ulysses . of a strange and forfeit race , Equal in fraud to his Progenitor , Condemn'd to labour at the restless stone , Lay claim to Achilles Arms ? Cal. What , asleep Thersander ? Ther. No , no , I observe every word , Ulysses has Said very well , he was ever a good Orator . Cal. You are mistaken , Sir , 't is Ajax pleads , Ulysses has not spoke one word . Th. Wast Ajax ? I cry you mercy , it was very handsome , And to the purpose in my opinion , Who ever said it . Ag. I intreat your silence . The. With all my heart . Aja . It is vvonder Princes , That this Dulichyan King dare bring his face Before a Sun-beam , and expose that brand Of infamie , the name of Coward , writ In Leprous Characters upon his brow , To the worlds eye . Ul. How Telamon ? Aja . Ulysses , 'T is I , that said it , and these Kings may all Remember , when most wretchedly , to save Those tender limbs of yours , and that warp'd face , When Greece rise up , one man to punish Troy , Thou cowardly didst counterfeit a madness , Till Palamedes pull'd that vizor off . Was Ajax Telamon at that sordid posture ? Nay , was not I the first in field , and eager To engage my person in these Wars of Troy ? ( Witness thou sacred Genius of our Countrey ) As a curl'd youth could fly to meet a Mistris , And print his fervour on her amorous lip : But for his valour since , let Nestor speak ; That good old man made not his age excuse , Nor his white hairs , that like a Grove of snow , Shew'd what a Winter dwelt ●pon his head , But flung himself on War , when in the heat Of Bat●el , over-charg'd with multitudes , And his horse wounded , he espi'd Ulysses , To whom in this distress , he call'd for succour , When he ( unworthy of his name and honours ) Left the old man to struggle with his dangers , To whom the Gods sent ayd . But here 's the justice , He that dishonourably forsook his friend , Met with an enemy , that made him call As loud for his relief ; I heard that clamour , And with my sword cut out my passage to thee , When thou wert quaking at the enemies feet , And ready to exhale thy panting soul , I interposed , bestrid thy coward body , And took thy many deaths upon my Target : I Ajax brought thee off ( my least of honours ) And saved thy wretched life . Dio. This Ajax did , But being done , the honour 's over paid , When he that did the act is Commentator . Aja . If thou couldst call again that time ●●●sses , The wounds upon thee , and thy fears of death , When thou didst skulk behinde my shield , and tremble At every lightning of a sword , thy soul Would have a less ambition to contest For great Pelides Arms. Me. Ajax will carry it . Aga. It will Become our prudence to expect , what may Be said in answer to this accusation ; I have heard an Orator , with that subtile method Of art and language , state his Clients cause , And with such captivating arguments Prevail'd on every ear , it was concluded , All law must be in favour of that interest , But when the adverse part was heard , that which Appear'd so sacred in the first relation , Vanish'd , and 't was the wonder of all men , By what strange magick they were so deceiv'd : I speak not this in prejudice of him That pleads , whom we all know a man made up Of every masculine vertue , but to stay ( Where two of so much honor are concern'd ) Precipitate , and partial votes of merit : A●ax Has more to say . Aja . I know not how , with safety of mine own , I should direct your judgements to consider , That after all this story of my self , I do not seek these arms , nor court the glory To wear em , for 't is justice to pronounce They seek me , Ajax , and should prompt you to B●lieve , I onely worthily can wear ' em . What hath Ulysses done , he should be nam'd With Telamon ; we have his Chronicle , He surpriz'd R●esus in his Tent , a great And goodly act , nay , had the heart to kill him ; He snatch'd a spy up , Dolon , and dispatcht him To the other world , a most heroick service ! And had the confidence to filch from Troy , The dead Palladium , memorable actions : Fought he with Hector ? did he stand immov'd As I , when I receiv'd upon my cask , A mighty Javelin that he darted at me ? When you , pale with the wonder of my strength , Forsook your prayers , and gave me from the Gods Into my own protection , and at last I was not overcome , but in the face Of both the Armies , sent this mighty Champion Staggering home to Troy. Nes. 'T was a fierce battel , And Aax lost no honour . Aja . Had I done But this alone , it might be argument To prefer Ajax lelamon before Ulysses to that armour ; which I'●n thinking How he 'l become , or how he dare sustain 'em , Their very weight will crack his chine , that Burgonet Will bring his neck in danger of a cramp , In pitty of his fears , discharge his hope Of so much steel , he has ●he art of running , 'T will much reta d his motion : Are you yet Considering as doub●ful to distinguish us ? Some God convey ●hose arms up ●n the wings Of a swift win●i●●● he enemies camp , Guard 'em with ●ll the strength and soul of Troy , Let every sword mount death upon the point , And leave us●o our single fate , who soonest Should fetch 'em off : Then you should tell your selves , How much this Carpet Prince came short of Ajax , I had rather fight than talk : Now here him tattle . Soul. An Ajax , an Ajax Ulys. If my prayers , with your own , renovvned Kings , Could have prevail'd with Heaven , there had been no Contention for these arms , he might have liv'd To have enjoy'd them still , and we Achilles . But since by the unkindeness of our fate , We are decreed to want him ( pardon me If at that word , unmanly tears break forth ) Who can vvith greater merit claim the armour , Than he whose piety to Greece and you , Engag'd alone his valour to these Wars , And made him yours . Nor let it be a sin Ere I proceed , to pray this justice from you , That since my adversary hath been pleas'd To make a vertue my reproach , and stain The name of Eloquence , vvhich in me , is not vvorth Your envy , or his rage ( since he declares His incapacity for more than fighting ) You will not judge his dulness an advantage , Or that which he calls eloquence in me , A blemish to my cause , vvho have employ'd All that the Gods made mine , to serve my Countrey . Dio. Thersander , Are you not asham'd to sleep ? Ther. Ha ? no , I sleep ? I have not scap'd a syllable by my honour , I thought not Ajax half so good an Orator . Dio. Ajax ? it was Ulysses that spoke last . Ther. Ulysses ? I , I meant Ulysses ; did I say Ajax ? Between you and I be it spoken Diomedes , Ajax is a blockhead . Dio. Yet he spoke to purpose . Ther. I grant you that ; nay , nay , let him alone . Aga. Silence . Ulys. The lu●●re of our birth by Ajax boasted , Which we derive not from our act or vertue , We vainly call o●r own , nature contributes A common gloss to all our blood , the honours And swelling titles , pinn'd upon our name , Chance often ●amps upon a Fool or Coward : But if provok'd by Ajax , I must yield Him magnified by blood ; that title which He takes from Iove , makes me his Grandchilde too , Lacrtes was my father ; his Arcesius , Whom Iupiter begot , no difference here , But that our Family contain'd no Uncle Banish'd for murther , as in Telamons . Besides , my mother but remembred , makes My derivation on both sides Divine , Which lifts me above Ajax , if I were No King of Ithaca : but he hath pleaded A neerer priviledge by being Kinsman , And calls these arms his just inheritance , Your vvisdom could not chuse but smile to he●● him , 〈◊〉 his son is yet alive , and Peleus , Achilles father , Teucer his next Cosin ; ● And Ajax to be heir , is worth your wonder ; But you know how to vvave impertinence 〈…〉 I need to pray your justice , that vve both May onely charge the ballance vvith our merits . Dio. This is not ranting , he is Master of A vvorthy temper . Ag. Give him your permissions . Ulys. Ajax hath read , not vvithout mighty lungs , His own bold Historie , when I shall tell But my first act for Troy , if it be less Than all that Ajax yet hath done , or boasted , And with his own consent too , I quit all : I have rais'd your expectations up to wonder , And there I 'll fix it , when I name Achilles , Whose actions for your service , scorning all Equality , are owing to Ulysses ; And I may call them mine , that made him yours , By his sword fell the great Priamides Hoctor , whose single arm carried the strength And fate of Ilium : The death alone Of Hector , is an act , if well consider'd , Doth easily exceed , what hath been done In all your Grecian Commentaries : I arm'd Achilles first to do these mighty things , And for those may deserve Achilles armour , Dio. VVe must acknowledge all the benefits Of great Achilles valour are a debt VVe owe to Ulysses , who discovered him Under a Female habit , 't was Ulysses That made him man again , and our great Champion . Me. All this is granted , yet I think Ulysses Lost little blood in any of these services ; VVhat do you think Thersander ? Ther. I think as the General thinks , he 's wise enough . Ulys , But give me leave to offer to your memory Another service , and reduce your thoughts To Aulis , when our Army ship'd , and big VVith our desires for Troy , for want of wind VVere lock'd in the Eubean Bay at Anchor . VVhen the Oracle consulted , gave no hope Of the least breath of Heaven , or gentle gale To be expected , till Diana's anger VVere first appeas'd by Iphigenias blood ; I melt with the remembrance , and I could Accuse my faith , but that the publique interest And all your honours , arm'd me to perswade Nature , against the stream of her own happiness , There stands the tear — drown'd father Agamemnon , Ask his vex'd soul ( and let me beg his pardon ) How I did work upon his murmuring heart , Divided 'twixt a Father and his Countrey , To give his childe up to the bleeding altar ? VVhose drops ( too precious to enrich the earth , The Goddess hid within a cloud ) drank up , And snatcht her soul ; whose brighter substance made One of the fairest Stars that deck yon Canopie . Had Ajax been employed to have wrought Atrides VVhen he vvas angry vvith the Gods , to have given His onely pledge , his loved Iphigenia Up to the Fatal knife , our Grecian fleet , Had by this time been rotten in the Bay , And vve by a dishonourable return , Been vvounded in our fames to after ages . Ag. This truth is urg'd too home . Ul. The Deity appeas'd with Virgin Sacrifice , The winds put on fresh wings , and we arriv'd Swi●● 〈◊〉 vvishes to affrighted Troy ; 〈◊〉 after their first battel , they no more Drevv forth their Army , vvhich engag'd us to Nine horrid VVinters expectation : It vvould be tedious to relate , hovv active My counsels vvere , during this nine years siege , VVhen Ajax ( onely good at knocks and vvrestling ) VVas of no use , the bold designs I carried , My care of our defences and approaches , Encouraging the Souldier , vvearied And vvorn avvay vvith empty expectations , Hovv I did apt provisions , arms , and hearts To fight vvithal , I shall not here inforce , VVhen you vvhose just commands I still obey'd , Are conscious of my pious undertakings . Aja . He 'l talk eternally . Ul. These actions have deserv'd no brand of Covvard , Hovv it may stain his forehead that accus'd me , Judge you , by the short follovving story , Princes There vvas a time , vvhen Agamemnon vvas Deluded by a dream , and bid to leave The siege , vvhich coming to the Souldiers ear , ( VVhose fears vvere helpt by superstition ) Hovv did they run to 'th ships from every quarter : VVhere vvas the torrent of great Ajax valour So talk'd of , that did bear all things before it ? VVhy , it vvas here , that torrent carried him too : I savv and blush'd at Ajax preparation To be aboard , ( I will not call it running ) Hovv 〈◊〉 I , careless of all danger , throvv My self among the Mutineers , and court The Fugitives to face about agen , And build themselves a name , and wealth in Troy , Given over by the Gods to be their captive ? What acted Telamon , but unworthy fears , And rather coward them by his retreat , Than teach them honour by his own example . Aja . Can Iove hear this ? ha ! Ag. Look to Ajax . Nes. Contain yourself . Aja . Let me fight him here , Or you are all confederates in my infamy . Nes. For my sake . Aja . I am patient — Ul. Nor am I without wounds , and crimson characters , Which as her ornament , my bosom carries , Greater than Telamon can boast , although He fought with Hector , which was but his Fortune , And might have been the lot of Agam●mnon , Of Menelaus , Diomed , my self , And others , who had equally engag'd , And onely chance preferr'd him to the combate : But let me not be thought to take from Ajax His just reward of fortitude , I grant He did repress the fury of the Trojans , When they came arm'd in fires against our Navy , But 't was nor single valour , that repulst The numerous enemy . Patroclus had The armour of Achilles on that day , VVhich struck a terrour in the Phrygian courages , And many Princes swords contributed , Mine was not idle , and I merit some Proportion of fame for that days victory ; But if it come with murmuring , defer it , And make it up in your accounts of honour Due , for the great Palladium , which I fetch'd ( Assisted by the valiant Diomedes ) Out of the heart of Troy , spight of the Groves Of Spears , that grew a bright defence about it , And Swords , whose every motion darted lightning To guard the fatal Image ; in this act I gave you Troy , till this was ravish'd from 'em , It was not in your fate to make a conquest , Ajax and all the Army might have fought Against the Moon , with as much hope of Victory . Dio. This must be granted him a signal Service , I can attest the danger of this action . Ul. I blush , I am compell'd to mention these , But where my honour is traduc'd , 't is just To make my fairest vindication : The wealth of Greece should not have brib'd me to This Contestation ; but Achilles armour VVould strike ambitious thoughts into a Hermite , Nor will my limbes much tremble to sustain● 'em I had the honour at his death , to carry His body with all that weight of arms upon it , And plac'd him in his Tent , although I want Some bulk of Ajax , I can walk , and fight , And tell him where he fails , and mark him out A truer path to Glory , than his strength Is able to persue , with no more brains To guide him , than his empty pannier carries : Wisemen joyn policy with force , the Lyon Thus with the Fox , makes up the Souldiers emblem . And now I look on Ajax Telamon , I may compare him to some specious building , His body holds vast rooms of entertainment , And lower parts maintain the Offices , Onely the Garret , his exalted head , Useless for wise receipt , is fill'd with lumber , A Mastiff dares attempt to combate Lyons , And I 'll finde men among your Mercenaries Shall fly on Hydra's , if you name that valour : But he , that we call valiant indeed , Knows how , and when to fight , as well as bleed . A great shout within . Sol. Ulysses , Ulysses . Ag. Please you withdraw your persons for some minutes , Aja . Is 't come to this . Ul. I obey . Aja . I scorn to court Such staggering opinions , and repent That I once thought you fit to be my Judges . Ex. Ther. For my part , with pardon of the Generall , My voyce shall be to please them both . Ag. Impossible . Ther. Divide the armour , and compose the difference ; Or give Ulysses , 'cause he has the better Head-piece , Achilles Helmet ; and to Ajax , Those parts that guard the body . Dio. I am for Ulysses . Ne. He shall have my vote . Me. And mine . Ag. Your judgements meet with Agamem●nons , Intreat the Prince of Ithaca return . Enter Ulysses . Aga. Sir I congratulate your fa●e , you have With the concurrence of our votes , deserv'd To be the second owner of these arms ; Which as the first reward of all your service , I in their names present : Nor are these Trophies More than an earnest , and a glimpse , of those Eternal Monuments shall Crown your VVisdom ; VVhere 's Ajax Telomon ? Off. Transported hence with fury . Ulyss. You have honour'd your Ulysses , and I now Must call these things my blessing , and your bounty . Aga. Bear them in Triumph to his Tent , and say , VVisdom , not down-right Valour wins the day ; Better is wise Ulysses in the field , Than the great Master of the seven-sold Shield . Exeunt . Didimus , Lysippus . Did. I think Lysippus , we may now be friends , For though you had a minde to quarrel when The victory was doubtful , I am not The more exalted for my Masters triumph , His wit is none of mine ; I honour Ajax In his own arms ; for I have seen him do Brave things . Ly. Thy hand , I love thee Didimus , And I will love Ulysses for thy sake too . Did. But how does thy Lord Ajax take the business ? Ly. He 's mad , and rails at heaven and earth , I dare not Come neer him — Whos 's this , Poiybrontes ? Enter Polybrontes . Let us forget all differences , and make Some sport with him — Polybrontes , I am proud to see your military face . Did. My Magazine of Valour , I do honour you , From that exalted trust upon your Skonce , To the cold iron Star upon your heel , how is 't ? Ly. How is 't my Low , and Mighty Polybrontes ? Pol. Tir'd out with killing of the Creature , Wilde Beasts , and Men , will come in●● my way ; Some , I look dead , others I take the pains To cut or quarter , as they move my fury , The hate of Iuno is entail'd upon Our generation I think . Did. How , Iuno ? I pray what kin are you to Hercules ? Pol. I am his son , son to the Theban Hercules That did the mighty Labours ; we number twelve , I have been told too , I am very like him ; There were fifty of us in one night begotten . Did. You are not , Sir , so big bon'd as Hercules altogether . Pol. Hang bones , and flesh , and blood , It is the soul that 's tall , a Gyants spirit . Ly. Not in that body , A soul can hardly stand upright in 't . Pol. 'T is the more dangerous , being confin'd , and must Break out like lightning . Did. What 's that upon your hat ? Pol. My case of Tooth-picks . Ly. How , 't is a Lyons paw . Pol. A Legacy my father left me , part Of that Nemean Lyon , that he kill'd , VVhose skin he us'd to wear , which since these Wars I turn'd into a Knapsack , and it carries A charm against all venemous B●asts , come near it , Did. Vermine he means : VVhat kinde of belt is this ? Pol. This was a Serpent , which at Aulis was Obse●●d to climbe up to the Sparrows nest , VVhere having swallowed nine , Calchas presag'd , VVe should be nine years at the siege of Troy , And in the tenth be Conqueros , this I kill'd VVith a Flint stone , as it came hissing toward me , It had ten row of iron teeth . Did. VVhere are they ? Pol. All beaten out with that stone I threw at her . Did. Nothing scapes you then : But good Sir favour us , to let us know How many men have fallen by your sword During our siege , I knovv you keep a Catalogue . Pol. Not of all , I onely register within my Diary , The men of honour that I kill , the rest I leave to the common bills of Mortality . Ly. The men of honour , I pray , Sir. Pol. They rise to — ●oo in my roll . Did. VVith your own hand ? Pol. Ten Princes , beside two of Priams sons , Paris and Hector , Ly. Paris is alive . Pol. Not that Paris I kill'd upon my honour . Did. And all the Army knowes , Achille● with His Mirmidons ●lew Hector . Pol. From me tell Achilles 'T is false . Ly. He 's dead too . Pol. 'T is well he is so , he that steals my fame , Must not be long i' th number of the living . Did. You are The little wonder of the world , you had Done your self right , to have put in with Ulysses And Ajax , for the armour . Ly. Had he stood , There had been no Competitor , Ulysses Had this day mist his triumph . Pol. Had Ulysses The armour then ? Enter Ajax . Ly. Given by all Judges . Pol. I believe The man is so modest , ●at mention Of me , would have recanted his ambition ; Do not I know Ulysses ? yes , and Ajax . A●a . Ha! Pol. And all the swelling flies that blow the Army , I 'll tell that Ajax , when I see him next , That I dare fight ? Aja . VVith whom Sir , dare you fight ? Pol. With any man that shall affront you , Sir , Renowned Ajax , my soul falls to crums That day , I do not honour your remembrance . Ulysses is a Juggler , I do wonder At 's impudence , to stand in competition VVith him , that is the man of men , brave Telamon : Shall I carry him a challenge ; prethee let me , I long to thunder him . Aja . Stay Wesel ! Pol. Or to Agamemnon , or the best of them , VVould I were in my knapsack nibbling cheese now . Aja . I say the word , be dead . Ajax strikes him . Pol. My brains , my brains ! Ah my own sweet brains ; who wants any brains ? Aja , Art thou not dead ? Pol. Oh yes Sir , I am dead , Give my Ghost leave to walk a little . Aja . Come back , your name ? Pol. Ah , when I was alive , the Souldiers call'd me — Aja . Agamemnon . Pol. I shall be brain'd in earnest ! Aja . VVhen thou hast past the Stygian Lake , commend me To Eacus , one of the Infernal Judges . Pol. I will Sir , I am acquainted with his Clark. Aja . And when I have made my revenge perfect , I 'll visit him my self . Pol. I 'll bring you an answer too . Aja . Do so . Pol. I were best to make haste , Sir , Charon stays for me , And I shall lose my tide . Aja . Then vanish . Pol. Presto . Exit . Aja . There 's one dispatch'd , he 's company for Ghosts , I know whose fate is next , and then I leap To immortality : what cloud is that Descends so big with prodigy , my steel Shall give the Monster birth , ha' 't is Ulysses , Come to affront me in Achilles armour : Enter Calchas . A thousand serpents creep within my skull : I 'll finde the Cowards soul through all this darkness , Have at thee Polititian , dost thou bleed ? Now I have met we 'e , thanks to my good sword , I kiss thy cold lips , for this brave revenge , Thou art my own , without competitor , And must be my last refuge and companion . Cal. Alas poor Telamon ! Aja . VVho calls Telamon ? Cal. One you have known and lov'd ; can you forget Calchas so soon ? Aja . Our Grecian Prophet , you are very welcome , VVhat news from the upper VVorld ? do they agree In heaven ? we are all to pieces . Cal. I am trusted VVith a direction to you , the sacred powers You serve — Aja , Speak on , but let me tell you as a friend , They have not us'd me kindely , but no matter , I 'll be my own revenger . Cal. Sir , take heed . How you provoke their anger , or contemn Their Precepts , for the partial acts of men , They know , and pitty that a man so valiant , Should for a trifle lose his manly temper : You are not , Sir , forgotten by the Gods And I am sent , their Prophet to acquaint you , That what you lost alive by humane Judges , Their divine Justice shall restore with honour To your calm dust ; for know , those very arms In which Ulysses triumphs now , shall be Snatcht from him by a tempest , and shall land A floating treasure upon Ajax Tomb , And by their stay convince the future age , VVho best deserv'd e'm ; be not then unman'd , And thus deface the beauties of your reason . Aja . I thank 'em , they are pleas'd , when I am dead To make a restitution to my fame , And send me home the armour , this is something , I 'll make my self in a capacity By death to be an object of their justice , I 'll dye immediately , I can do 't my self . Cal. Your Piety avert so black a deed ! This is a way to make the world suspect The worth of all your former actions , And that they were not births Legitimate , Born from true honour , but the spurious issue Of an ung ided heat , or chance : How shall VVe think , that man is truly valiant , And fit to be engag'd in things of fright And danger , that wants courage to sustain An injury ? it shews a fear of others , To be reveng'd upon our selves , and he Is not so much a Coward that flies death , As he that suffers , and doth fear to live : Besides , this will enlarge your enemies triumph , An● in the world opinions , be granted A tame concession to his worth ; nay men , And with much face of reason , may affirm , Ulysses did not onely win the arms , 〈…〉 Ajax . 〈◊〉 Therefore I will dye VVith 〈◊〉 own hand , and save that infamy ; I am resolved , all fate shall not prevent it : Leave me : C●l . I must not . A●a . I am not confin'd To place , thy office yet is thy protection , Do not presume to follow , left my rage Make me forget your person , and by sad Mistake , I turn the Priest into a Sacrifice : Go tell the world I am dead , and make it known , That Ajax fell by no hand but his own . Cal. This will turn all our Triumph into mourning , Exeunt . Calchas before the body of Ajax , supported by six Princes , Agamemnon , Diomedes , Men●laus , Thersander , Nestor , Ulysses , following the Hearse , as going to the Temple . Ca , The glories of our blood and state , are shadows , not substantial things , There is no armour against fate , Death lays his icy hand on Kings , Scepter and Crown , Must tumble down , And in the dust be equal made , With the poor crooked sithe and spade , Some men with swords may reap the field , and plant fresh laurels where they kill , But their strong nerves at last must yield , They tame but one another still ; Early or late , They stoop to fate , And must give up their murmuring hreath , When they pale Captives creep to death . The Garlands wither on your brow , Then boast no more your mighty deeds , Upon Deaths purple Altar now , See where the Victor-victim bleeds , Your beads must come , To the cold Tomb , Onely the actions of the just Smell sweet , and blossom in their dust . [ This was afterwards sung in parts , the Musick excellently composed by Mr. Ed. Coleman . ] Ag. Set forward to the Temple , this was once A day of Triumph , but the death of Ajax VVill make it dark within our Calendar ; Joys are obortive , or not born to last , And our bright days are quickly overcast . Exeunt . FINIS .