A PASTORALL CALLED THE ARCADIA.  
Acted by her Majesty's Servants at the Phoenix in Drury Lane.  
Written by james Shirley GENT.  
LONDON, Printed by I. D. for john Williams, and F. Eglesfeild and are to be sold at the sign of the Crane in Paul's Churchyard. 1640.   


The Persons of the Comedy.  
BAsilius King of Arcadia  
Musidorus a Prince disguised as a shepherd, lover of Pamela,  
Pyrocles a Prince disguised as an Amazon, lover of Philoclea.  
Evarchus father to Pyrocles  


3. Arcadian Lords.  
Calandar  
Philonax  
Simpathus    
Caladolous servant to Musidorus,  
Dametas a Rustic shepherd and Guardian to Pamela and  
Philoclea. Cupid.  
Masquers.  
Thumb a miller Captain of the Rebels.  
rebels.  
A Messenger  
Gynoecia the Queen.  


Daughters to Basilius and Gynoecia.  
Pamela  
Philoclea    
Miso wife to Dametas.  
Mopsa daughter to Dametas and Miso.   The Scene Arcadia.  

A PASTORALL CALLED THE ARCADIA.  

Actus Primus.  Enter Basilius, Philonax and Calandre. Philon. 
SIr yet be gracious and hear them pray  
That beg not for their own, but for your safety  
And honour of your state which eclipse  
In your long dark and melancholy life,  
We want you at the helm.  
Our duties bind us tell you 'tis unnatural  
To bury yourself alive, the people call  
For their own King to govern, they'll forget  
To pray for you if you continue thus  
A stranger to 'em  Cal. 
Or if not for them  
Which every good king makes his care as being  
A steward to provide them all earthly blessings,  
Yet for the other part of you, our Mistress  
That sleeps within your bosom, and not made  
For such a conversation, return  
And warm your thoughts again, about which all  
Your servants like so many pictures gaze  
At one another, but want motion, and take up  
Room i'th' Chambers of your Court, like Arras  Philon 
Have a compassion to our daughter's sir  
Kill not your hopes in their restraint  Cal. 
What cage  
Can please the birds Created for sky freedom?  Philon. 
How can you see your eldest child Pamela  
Spend her best part of time with such a rude  
And ignorant hind as the unbred Dametas?  
A Lady of a high and active soul,  Bas. 
No more  Philon. 
Our duties bids us tell you this.  Bas. 
Hast thou forgotten  
Philonax, or made a better gloss upon the Oracle?  
Should we remain in Court and let our daughters  
Be in the sight of the admiring world  
Read that paper, and be not partial Philonax  Philonax reads 
Thy eldest Care shall from thy careful face  
By princely mean be stolen and yet not lost  
The younger shall with nature's bliss embrace  
An uncouth love, which nature hateth most  
Both these themselves unto two such shall wed  
That at a Beer, as at a bar shall plead  
Why I'll thee a living man they have made dead,  
In thine own seat a foreign state shall sit  
And ere that all these blows thy head shall sit  
Thou with thy wife adultery shall commit.  Bas. 
Canst blame me now? I should rejoice to see  
My daughter's happy mothers, but since their  
Fate must be ripened with my blood, their pride  
Rooted in my grave, and that untimely, 'tis  
Wisdom to keep 'em virgins. I me resolved  Enter Gynaecia, Philoclea and Pyrocles. Cal. 
Your queen and Ladies  Bas. 
Vanish all discontent, Madam this place  
Is empty of all royal entertainment  
Your worth may Challenge, but since fate allows not  
A Courtly life which best may answer your  
High birth spirit, let your virtue guide you  
To accept of what we tender,  Pyr. 
This my Lord  
Exceeds all merit here, it was the bliss  
I aimed at to be acquainted with your goodness  
I am your humble servant  Bas. 
Such a title  
Would rather become me, call me so Lady  
And style me above Kings, while I write yours  Philon. 
If your grace  
Could call him from this life you'd melt the hearts  
Of your subjects into prayers for you  Gyne. 
I thank your care but he's inexorable  Cal. 
Alas dear princess can you brook these grove:  
Has not a palace something more of pleasure?  Phi. 
This shall be so to me while 'tis my fathers,  Cal. 
I ha' not seen a goodlier person, how  
Came she admitted? she is gracious with the king  Phi. 
She has a charm to win from all the world  Philon. 
I have read the Amazons described so  Pyr. 
Good my Lord.  Bas. 
These lips had he that robbed the dragon of  
The golden Apples, but once seen he would  
Ha wished to ha' gathered fruit here, and esteemed  
The gain of one sweet kiss reward sufficient  
For all his twelve hard labours  Pyr. 
Sir your grace  
Is pleasantly disposed to make my person  
The subject of your mirth  Bas 
And had those Creatures,  
Book blinded men, that dream of other worlds  
Tell of Elysian blessings, know the joys  
Are in your love they would have lost themselves  
As I have done in speculation  Pyr. 
You make me blush to hear you  Bas. 
There's no action  
Dares so affright your blood, to talk, why Lady  
There be those men and women great and good  
Have found no shame in telling of their loves  
Nay in the acting  Pyr. 
Give me leave to tell you  
You are not modest if I understand you  
A King give breath to such foul thoughts,  
Your every action should be a star  
To guide your subjects, if you lose your piety  
What wickedness have they not hence for  
If the devotion of your service be  
To such a friend as Lust (as what name else  
Can it deserve) let those whose hearts are lost  
In sin be tempted to dishonour, I  
Abhor the thought, pardon me royal sir  
I hope these are but trials, if I thought  
There had been such a levity in men  
Thus to provoke you  Bas. 
Smooth thy brow again  
Or I shall need no other punishment  
There's death too much in that; Philocles  Pyr. 
That name sounds all my comfort, and I must  
Despair to tell her so, I was to blame  
To be so peremptory, would I were again;  
To shape my answer  Bas. 
Noble Lady.  Pyr. 
Sir  Bas. 
That smile has put me out, oh look thus ever  
I was studying a new compliment to beg  
Thy excuse  Pyr. 
If you brought no offence there needs none sir  
I must suppose your love, love is noble chaste  Bas. 
You will find that hereafter, oh Zelmane.  
Would thou couldst tell the meaning of my sighs  Pyr. 
You can express them.  Bas. 
Not I  Pyr. 
Choose another to speak them for you  
And yet I want an or at or to tell you  
What I would say, howe'er I seem  Bas. 
Dost bless me  Pyr. 
There's something wants a tongue, but for your passions  
I should not think they would carry so much discord  
To any virgin care delivered by a woman  
There is a Way to meet a gentle audience.  
At least not harsh disdain, did your fair daughter  
Philoclea the volume of all sweetness  
Plead half your suit, although it bordered on  
Something not altogether just, her tongue  
Might perchance guide it, but I am confident  
Your ends are noble  Bas. 
There's a lightning yet  
Of comfort, happiest Lady I will study.  
How to be worthy of this grace,  Gyne. 
You are expected at the pastorals  Philon. 
We take our leaves my Lord again beseeching  
Your pardon for our boldness to reduce you  
To your own sphere of greatness  Bas. 
Do you continue  
Faithful to your employments, and deserve of us  
And of your Country; come Zelmane  
There are some sports which you must grace  Pyr. 
I wait a servant to your commands  Gy. 
Come sweet Zelmane  Pyr. 
Come sweetest of thy sex  Phi. 
'tis pity nature.  
Made thee not a man, this compliment  
Would then become you  Exeunt. Enter Pamela and Mopsa. Pam. 
Mopsa you are too coy in my opinion  
Though I confess your beauty may deserve  
As much as any; Dorus though he be  
Your father's servant, he's a handsome shepherd  
And not to be despised.  Mop. 
Despised, cannot a virgin love a young man I pray but she must despise him.  Pam. 
You should then with some smiles encourage him.  Mop. 
Smoyles, let me alone to smile, and something else when we are alone; if I thought he did not love me, I know What I know  Pam. 
Alas poor man he cannot sleep for you he says,  Mop. 
Nay and I were a-bed with him he should not sleep so long as his eyes were open, I'd watch him for that, but do you think my father would let us couple in matrimony as they say, he has never a son but I and I am his only daughter.  Pam. 
Make no scruple of that, if you can find in your heart to love him, in the name of Cupid go together, for aught I perceive your father holds a good opinion of him, marry I know not how your mother is inclined  Enter Musidorus. Mop. 
Whoop my mother's a scold  Pam. 
Here's your sweet heart,  
Look you make much of him, poor Gentleman  
How love is able to transport, who could  
Expect so rich a guest in that poor dwelling  
Oh howe'er the winds compel him, or the stream  
Into whose troubled waves he has launched forth  
This way he steers his love, yet I seem ignorant.  Mus. 
My dearest Mopsa  Mop. 
dear; I never cost you anything  Mus. 
I know not  
At what expense of fortunes were I able  
I should be willing to make purchase of you  
But I'm sure you have already cost my heart  
And yet I find yours made of Marble  
Which neither pity nor my prayers can soften,  
Sweet Madam plead for me, one gracious word  
From you would make me happy, let one beam  
Shoot from your eye, and it will strike a spring  
Into that frozen piece of earth, and make it  
A bower for love to sport in, 'tis in you  
To unarm her noble heart, there's too much steel  
And gentle love in vain attempts to fasten  
The softer blows.  Pam. 
Mopsa take heed, your Shepherd can speak well  
And if he be honest Menalcus' brother  
And heir, I know no reason why you should  
Think scorn of him.  Mop. 
But for all his quaint speeches I'll keep my honesty  
close enough I warrant you  Mus. 
Why should you be so cruel, nature made  
Your face the only object of man's wonder  Mop. 
Does my face look like a flapjack?  Mus. 
Is't possible there can be a soul so hard  
So unrelenting dwell in that fair body?  
If you knew the truth of my affection and with what  
Religion it looks upon your virtues.  
'T would teach your eye compassion, gracious princess  
Let the distressed Dorus gain this mercy  
From you that with the blessedness of your  
White hand reaching to Mopsa this poor toy  
Which late I found my love may cherish hope  
At last to be accepted  Mop. 
Oh fine what's that Madam?  Pam. 
You must yet be a little coy to receive it  Mop. 
I won't have it, and he would give it me  Pam. 
A rich jewel the figure of a Crabfish  Mus. 
The true emblem of my love's pace which looks another way  
To that it moves, she cannot but distinguish  
Whether I would direct my heart, her eyes  
Are fixed upon't, and my poor soul could here  
Star-gaze for ever  Pam. 
By force not choice— all his desire is Mopsa  
Tow in your grace by my presenting it  Mop. 
I'll take it for your sake, I won't thank him  Mus. 
She has no apprehension, with what  
A calm and careless temper does she give it  Enter Dametas Dame. 
Madam Pamela, oh are you there, 'tis well  Pam. 
What's the matter?  Dame. 
I me out of breath, let me walk myself a little  Pam. 
What haste does tire you?  Dam. 
Tire me, I am no woman, keep your tires to yourself  
Nor am I Pericles' prince of tire.  Pam 
I do believe it, heaven make you an honest subject,  
For a wise one, I despair to see you.  Dam. 
Am I the subject of your talk? But I give you leave to use your tongue, you're a woman, Dorus what make you idling here? is the field dunged as I gave Directions, and the Calf with the white face brought home to execution?  Mus. 
I was careful in my duty.  Pam. 
Believe me governor there is much hope of your servant,  Dam. 
ay, governor becomes you, I like it well when you carry an M under your girdle, our govern, he will do pretty well in time, when I have taught him the manners of the Cart, he begins whistle in tune already, and can curry favour with the horses, but now I remember myself I forgot what I came hither for, oh d'ee hear 'tis the king your father's pleasure and mine, that you make haste to the lodge.  Pam. 
I'll attend  Dam. 
There will be gambols to please my Lady Salamandor.  Pam. 
Zelmane you would say.  Dam. 
I care not what you say, but if you mean to hear the Dances and see the fine songs you must make haste; Dorus you shall have leave to shake your heels, look you be mannerly, and show a clean calf, Mopsa what's that you ha' got there?  Mop. 
A fine thing our man Dorus game, he says 'tis a fish  Dam. 
'tis a cod's head is't not, much came how you by this  Mus. 
Following the plow I found it.  Dam. 
Would all my acres were sown with such, umh doors he throw his stones at thee already, well set forward, if thou diest before me Dorus I'll make somebody mine heir; if I out live thee, I won't say what legacy I mean to bestow upon thee, Continue thy duty Dorus and follow me with a reverence.  Exeunt Enter Basilius, Gynoecia, Pyrocles, Pamela, Philoclea, Mopsa, Musidorus, a shepherd's. Bas. 
Ladies our revels wants the state and glory  
With which the Court delights might charm your senses  
Our scene is natural but interpret fairly 'twas meant  
A cure for times sick feathers, and your mirth,  Gy. 
Virtue will prompt you to  
Accept what was intended for your service  
Yet 'tis within my wishes to salute you  
With other testimony of your welcome.  Pyr. 
I kiss your white hand,  Gy. 
Every touch conveys a fierce spirit through my blood  
I shall betray my suffering, and through my eyes  
Let out my heart, Philoclea sit  Phi. 
willt please you rest yourself?  Pyr. 
Dwell here for ever  
I am now but one degree from heaven,  Phi. 
Since you imagine you are so near, it is no sin  
I hope to entreat you stay with us a little, I would  
Wish tho to make you blessed with too hasty a remove.  Pyr. 
You are all goodness, oh that I durst but give  
Some liberty to my imprisoned thoughts  Gy. 
Philoclea you hinder the fair stranger.  Pyr. 
Pardon me that am her trouble rather  Bas. 
She should want virtue to call you so, but they begin  
Dametas is the steward for this day's mirth I see.  Enter Dametas 
And means to bring in the first course.  Dam. 
Cupid is blind some say but there are lies  
Abroad, for Cupid never wanted eyes  
He is a Deity with bow and arrow  
And he can pierce with it the very marrow  
And never hurt the bones, is't not a wonder.  
That flaming Ice should cut man's heart in sunder,  Enter Cupid Shepherd Musedo. Mopsa and Miso: 
Behold the Dandiprat that lived at Court.  
But is come hither to make country sport  
A woody god; but yet a very colt  
Among the maids who feel his furious boult.  
Now Cupid speak thyself or while they play  
Sing if you please I ha' not more to say.  
Cupid. Tell me tidings of my mother.  
shepherds, and be Cupid's brother  
Down from heaven we came together  
With swans speed came she not hither?  
But what Lady have I spied.  
just so was my mother eyed  
Such her smiles wherein I dwelled  
In those lips have I been felt  
Those the pillows of her breast  
Which gave Cupid so much rest.  
'Tis she 'tis she make holiday  
Shepherds Carol Dance and play  
'Tis Venus it can be no other  
Cupid now has found his mother  Gy. 
This was your poetry, Zelmane  
You are beholding to him, he would make  
You another I see,  Bas. 
Gynoecia  Gy. 
I am silent— Philoclea is too near  
I am not well o'th' sudden, break off your mirth  Bas. 
What ails Gynoecia?  Gy. 
My heart is sick  Pyr. 
Forbid it heaven  Bas. 
Retire, come my Zelmane  Pyr. 
I attend  Bas. 
Look to your charge Dametas  Exeunt. Pam. 
I have a precious time; will you pace it governor?  Dam. 
Trot, amble or gallop I'll run in your hand Lady.  Exit. Mop. 
Come Dorus  Mus. 
Your humble servant  Exeunt. Pyr. 
Thou art cruel.  
To an innocent bosom love, there is no way  
Within thy power to save me, oh Philoclea  
Where shall I cool my heart, oh if there be  
One shaft can kill, good Cupid aim at me.  Exit.  

Actus Secundus.  Enter Gynoecia and Miso. Mi. 
I warrant you Madam they shall have good luck if they whisper together in my hearing,  Gy. 
Where is Zelmane?  Miso. 
In some of the Arbours, she took a Lute abroad with her but I left Philoclea with her father  Gy. 
Prithee be careful and watch them well good Miso  Miso. 
They sha'not scape me, I'll watch their waters narrowly I warrant you.  Exit. Gy. 
I see through his disguise 'tis so, and love  
Hath put this shape on him for Philoclea,  
In what a miserable flame I burn!  
Zelmane thou hast stolen.  
My virtue from me, I ha' not power to think  
A harmless thought, ha Music,  Music. Song Pyrocles sings Enter Pyroclos. 
From whence breathes that sound? it is Zelmane.  Pyr. 
What miserable accident brought her?  Gy. 
Zelmane  Pyr. 
Madam I hope you'll pardon  
The trespass of a rude hand and voice, I meant not  
This for your curious care  Gy. 
'Twas harmony  Pyr. 
It was no light air I'm sure  Gy. 
Indeed it carried something methought  
Of sorrow's descant, I heard love i''nt too  
Who is so happy to deserve a memory  
But in your sigh, come who's your servant?  Pyr. 
I have no servant.  Gy. 
Nay then I see you can dissemble, my husband  Py. 
Madam I hope  Gy. 
Nay I am so far from jealousy I should not  
Be angry to see you both a-bed together  Pyr. 
How Madam  Gy. 
Why I can love you too, come thou shalt be my bedfellow  Pyr. 
I am not worthy  Gy. 
Believe me I could take as much delight  
In thy embraces as my husbands, why  
Are we so nice to one another, I  
Am a woman, are not you so too?  
Why should we not be bold then, I have a mind  
To call thee Mistress, Yes and I'll disguise.  
myself in some quaint shape to court thy love:  Pyr. 
Disguise  Gy. 
Nay do not blush: thou shalt be a man  Pyr. 
Your discourse appears.  
Strange to me Madam.  Gy. 
As you would to me  
And yet you may as easily perceive  
Gynoecia's mind as I distinguish you  
Through all your clouds, Cupid doth dictate rarely.  
To those that come to school to him, instruct  
With handsome shadows to deceive the eye  
But cannot change my substance, I have a sense  
Can look beyond the superficial bark  
Come you're transparent  Pyr. 
Madam what d'ee mean?  Gy. 
What means Zelmane to be ignorant  
When a Queen pleads for love, my heart will not  
Allow more circumstance; do not question  
How you became revealed, but pity her  
Whose bosom is tormented with those fires  
Thy smiles the only greater flame can quench.  Pyr. 
Pray heaven, you have your perfect senses.  Gy. 
Then I must be plainer, and be witness love  
I am compelled, be witness modesty,  
I now must blush for thee more than myself,  
A man, and be so cruel to a Lady  
Zelmane either give consent I shall  
be welcome to thee, or I vow by heaven  
To tell Basilius what thou art, I have  
Patience to let him court thee as a woman  
But when he see's his love abuse his privacy  
And daughters so dishonoured hadst thou a thousand  
Lives they were all forfeited by this  
So desperate intrusion, think upon't  
A woman I have lost thee, whither will  
The tempest of my fate enforce my tongue  
Yet be thou kind Zelmane if thou tak'st  
A glory in my suffering, Philoclea  
Does that name startle you? Philoclea  
My rival now  Pyr. 
Your rival  Gy. 
Come I am familiar with every thought  
Your dear saint shall repent it, for this hand  
Shall take again the unlucky life I gave her:  
Turn not Gynoecia fury  Pyr. 
I am lost  
In the same minute I am found, I prithee  
Do not forsake me heart, I never had  
More use of thee, great Queen can you forgive?  Gy. 
And ask thy pardon, but believe me 'twas  
Your strangeness did compel me to this language  Py. 
I never thought that pity of another  
Could be a reason to betray myself  
But you have throughly charmed me, and I must  
Deliver up my thoughts, the truth is Madam  
I am a man, and if you dare believe me  
A prince, I must confess beside Gynoecia  
Since I came hither I have had some sprinkling of  
I know not what affection to Philoclea  
For how could I imagine such a blessedness  
From you, but if you mock not  Gy. 
joys reward your pity  
Oh pardon the over charged Gynoecia  
Whose error may be yet made more excusable  
By the immortal name of love  Pyr. 
This grace is worth more than Zelmane, and yet I  
Have nothing but myself to give you for it  
A small but free gift, bestow me as you please  Gy. 
My soul is narrow to receive this wide blessing.  Pyr. 
But me must be wise  
It were not safe to be observed stand I  
Discovered to none else?  Gy. 
To none  Py. 
Then know  
I want no apprehension of what  
True lovers would desire, but your honour is  
My own, if shortly to secure 'em both  
You let me study an opportunity  
I'll bring your wishes home, and bless my stars  
That pointed me the glorious fate, we are  
Already interrupted  Enter Basilius and Philoclea. Bas. 
Do this my dear Philoclea, and leave  
My cares to thee, I'll call Gynoecia  
Away, and leave you both together, how  
fareth the best Zelmane?  Pyr. 
Still your servant  Bas. 
Gynoecia.  Pyr. 
I cannot rule my eyes they will betray  
My cunning to Gynoecia if she go not  
Hence quickly  Phi. 
How is it with my virtuous Amazon?  Gy. 
Philoclea  Bas. 
Let her alone, they have some business sweet  Gy. 
What business can they have together?  Bas. 
Why art thou troubled, thou wouldst be jealous  
Of me I see, were I in private with her,  
Come let 'em alone a while  Gy. 
Stay you and spare not I would employ Philoclea  Bas. 
You shall obey me now, I prithee walk  Exeunt. Phi, 
My father sweet Zelmane to whose command  
I owe my life  Pyr. 
First let me give my life  
Up to these lips, and take a new one from  
This kiss, oh dear Philoclea contain  
All other breath I know thy father's mind  
Already, and must now beseech thy patience  
To a short story which I must deliver  
Or die before thee, if it be within  
My destiny to be condemned by you  
At least know whom you sentence; I am  Phi. 
What? I fear not well  Pyr. 
Cannot your eyes discover me, have I a shroud  
To hide me from Philoclea? did the kiss  
I gave thee last convey no secret to thee?  
There was a spirit in my lip assured me.  
To save the tedious trouble of my language.  
I heard it whisper something, did it not?  
I would be fain undone  Phi. 
Good heaven forbid  Pyr. 
You won't understand me yet Philoclea  
Then I'll undo myself, I am not what  
I seem Zelmane; but—  Phi. 
What?  P●. 
A thing not worth the name, if you frown on me, a man  Phi. 
A man, good heaven—  Pyr. 
I have told you all the worst  
If it be no offence to name a prince  
Whose memory your own breath oft hath sweetened  
I dare be called Pyrocles of Macedon  
Transformed by loving your fair self to this  
Feminine shape, if now I have not sinned  
Above forgiveness.  Phi. 
Oh Philoclea  
Come not too near I charge you; I would chide.  
But dare not, would you had not told me this  
Indeed you were to blame, I must not hear you  
Excuse yourself  Pyr. 
She must not leave me thus  
But she returns  Phi. 
I have lost myself already,  
And love is but a blind guide to direct  
My virgin steps, I fain would reply something  
But feel a trembling in my voice, Zelmane  
My father, what account shall I give him  Enter Basilius 
I have said nothing he commanded  Bas. 
She smiles  Pyr. 
My Lord I see you can use the advantage  
And I did arm you against myself; I did not  
Think when I advised you make Philoclea  
Your advocate, she could so much have won  
Upon me, but my counsel has betrayed me,  
Pray think me not immodest, if my words  
Do fall too rudely from me, your fair daughter  
Whose tongue would lay a charm upon the gods,  
Hath gained all this.  Bas. 
The gods reward her for it  Phi. 
Was this his plot?  Bas. 
A thousand blessings overtake my child  
But not a word, not a word Philoclea  
To thy mother  Phi. 
I have learned my duty sir  Pyr. 
Beshrew your haste  Bas. 
Remove, convey thyself away dear girl, I'll follow  Phi. 
My heart is full, and though my tongue denies  
Him farewell, he may read it in my eye.  Exit. Bas. 
I knew thou couldst not choose at last but give  
My heart an audience; I am not myself  
With the imagination  Pyr. 
Of what?  Bas. 
Of any thing; come I allow thee modest, it is not fit we should say our pleasures, sweet but act them  Pyr. 
You are too violent my Lord, I shall  
Repent my freedom, if you give no limit  
To your desires, if you do love your servant,  
Husband your flame that it may last  Bas. 
It shall  
Pardon me dear Zelmane, I have a stock  
Of blood, though you may think it could is high  
And active as the veins of promising youth  
I wear this snow but a disguise  Pyr. 
Poor winter,  Bas. 
My hairs are black at root, and shall grow up  
Fair as the Ebony and curl themselves  
Into a thousand pretty caves for love  
itself to sit that best delights in darkness  Pyr. 
This will be strange.  Bas. 
'Tis you that work these miracles  
Upon Basilius, as I came hither  
I felt a score of years drop off, which hung  
Upon my locks  Pyr. 
A score of hairs you mean: 'tis molting time  
Contain yourself a while, you have  
A jealous queen, and yet it goes against my Conscience  
To wrong so sweet a Lady, pray my Lord  
Think better on't  Bas. 
This Does inflame me more  
Be not so cruel to remember her  
Thou must preserve my life.  Py. 
Well I ha' thought a way  
Shall perfect all without suspicion  
There is a cave hard by which nature made  
Intending well to lovers, thither will I  
With licence of your grace pretending  
To exercise a few days some devotions  
We Amazons have obligation to  
At some convenient hour.  Bas. 
May I come to thee  Pyr. 
I'll give you notice in some evening  Bas. 
Zelmane now thou dost ravish me  Py. 
You may with ease secure all at the lodge  Bas. 
Most excellent  Pyr. 
I imagine sir the rest but do not come till I desire you  Bas. 
Be not tedious then, I will prepare all this  Pyr. 
I hope you do not  
Conclude me impudent that I incline  
To do this for you, by my hopes of a blessed  
Eternity nor love nor lust ere tempted  
My thoughts to yield thus much to any man  
Be careful of my honour.  Bas. 
Oh divine Zelmane keep my soul.  Exit. Pyr. 
Philoclea mine  Enter Musidorus Mus. 
Oh my dear Pyrocles  Pyr. 
How is't dear cousin  Mus. 
Never till now could you salute me happy  
The gods have been propitious  Pyr, 
Will she know thee yet?  Mus. 
There's nothing wants to make me perfect blessed  
But to hear thee pronounce thy love as fortunate  
The envious clouds which interpose themselves  
Like a dark Curtain o'er Pamela's face.  
Are drawn away and I enjoy her smile  
She does believe my proofs, sweetly excusing  
Her long neglect, and promiseth as much  
As I dare ask: she'll 'trust me with her person  
I want but opportunity to deceive  
Our waking Dragons;— and in good time Dametas.  Enter Dame 
Away you shall know all my fate hereafter,  Pyr. 
I joy in thy success, pray thou for mine.  Exit. Dam. 
Where is this rascal Dorus  Mus. 
Whether were I best to tell the King on't first or seek out  
Dametas, he'll never be able to spend it, there may be gold  
Enough to purchase half Arcadia  Dam. 
umh, what's that?  Mus. 
I'll seek him out at all adventures; oh sir, pray is this  
Gold— and this and this?  Dam. 
Ha gold, yes very good gold, where hadst it  Mus. 
You shall hear more hereafter  Dam. 
Dorus, honest Dorus, put on thy hat, where where, hadst it  Mus. 
Did you never hear of one Aristomines?  Dam. 
He was banished Arcadia  Mus. 
Was he rich  Dam. 
Infinite rich, so rich  Mus. 
'Tis so, belike he there had all his treasure  Dam. 
What treasure, where is't honest Dorus tell me  Mus. 
You are my Master and may be my Father  Dam. 
My son Dorus, Mopsa is thine, and she were made of as pure gold as this, thou shouldst touch her, and melt her  Mus. 
Well I see it was ordained to make you rich  
In duty I'll discover it, and yet—  Drm. 
Out with it good Dorus  Mus. 
Well— sitting beneath an oak that shall be nameless  
I chanced to turn up some turf with my mole-spade  Dam. 
With thy mole spade, what then  Mus. 
I saw a yellow brightness peeping out o'th' ground, which  
when I came to examine I proved this mettle, I this was the first,  
you're sure 'tis gold, you shall pardon me for the rest but if these  
will do you any pleasure, or twenty more  Dam. 
Nay good honest Dorus proceed.  Mus. 
Why the truth is I suspect where a great treasure has been  
Long buried, these it seems were scattered when the rest  
Went to the pit-hole.  Dam. 
But where is this place good Dorus? thou hast no more  
About thee  Mus. 
No but if you please to furnish me with tools I'll try  
The bottom; I digged till I came to a stone, whose inscription  
Promised something worth a man's labour  Dam. 
Did it sound  Mus. 
Melodiously a golden tune  Dam. 
Where, where, thou mayst tell me thou knowest I  
Am secret  Mus. 
For Mopsa sake I will reveal't, you know  
The oak where you first met me  Dam. 
Ha very well  Mus. 
On the right side of that same spreading tree  
Lies all this riches  Dam. 
As thouart honest  Mus. 
As I hope to be dear Mopsa's husband, I'll get strong tools  
And bring you better proof  Dam. 
Stay Dorus stay, let me see  
As I intend to be your father Dorus  
And so in Mopsa's name make you my heir  
Of all my wealth, good Dorus I am yet  
Till things and things be done your Master Dorus  
Beside that ground is mine, the Oak is mine  
Where under lies this treasure, I am Lord  
Lord of the soil my Dorus, of the soil  
I am content to be a ground for you  
To build to hopes on Dorus, but my ground  
No man shall dig or build on but myself  
On such as this, be there a mine  
Of Coin or uncoin mettle it is mine  
All may be yours another day my Dorus.  Mus. 
I know my duty sir and cannot think  
The gods had ere a lotted my free mind  
To serve you but for some strange end  Dam. 
In this thou showst it, keep all close, not a word Dorus, I take no leave be careful my good Dorus of my young Madam, 'tis a charge I turn over to thee, over look her well.  Mus. 
I mean to do it doubly  Dam 
How, ha' you a double meaning?  Mus. 
I mean with double care  Dam. 
Honest Dorus 'tis the last service I shall put thee to  Mus. 
I hope so to  Dam. 
Now to the Oak my golden land mark  Mus. 
Load a horse with tools sir  Dam. 
Mattocks and shovels  Mus. 
Hooks and ladders.  Dam. 
Spade and Pickaxes  Mus. 
Ropes and daggers; you'll have no help  Dam. 
No no, a man's own toil  
Sweeter the profit makes in his own soil.  Exit Mus 
Go thy ways for the Lord a'th' soil  
There's one block out a'th' way the golden fly,  
Has caught this trout, my jealous Mistress I  
Hope she o'er heard not  Mis. 
Oh that my ears had been long enough to have heard some of there precious Knavery  Mus. 
It were but charity to tell her on't, little does my Mistress Think what a flesh fly my Master is,  Mis. 
What says the Knave  Mus. 
Though she be a little stricken in years she is handsome enough  
For as good a man as Dametas, and he to run neighing  
A this fashion after a blowse, and then put me to make excuse  
For him, 'tis not right.  Mis. 
Oh fidious Rascal, I thought there was some roguery,  
Dorus as thou com'st of a woman tell me  Mus. 
What forsooth  Mis. 
Oh naughty man to use an honest woman the wrong way thus, have I been married so many years, and carried myself like his lawful wife uprising and down lying as they say, so even and jump with his desires to be thus handled, but I'll be revenged it shall fall heavy upon his head for this I warrant him, nay I did always suspect him for a colt  Mus. 
What mean you forsooth,  Mis. 
Come I overheard somewhat to my grief, and therefore leave your boggling and your trim tram tricks you must not flap me o'th' mouth with fleering and with flams whilst he  Mus. 
Claps up another betwixt the— a ha mistress mistress but you say you overheard, and therefore if you know whether he is gone you may come two hours hence time enough to prevent the blow.  Mis. 
If thou lookest to have my daughter with, mark what I say  Mus. 
With father's mark and mother's mark, and every mark about her  Mis. 
If you conceal any thing in this case, thou know'st no case of her, nay though thy teeth water out the liquour of thy life, thou shouldst not get a bit, the worst bit of her.  Mus. 
Be more charitable  Mis. 
Or if thou chance to get her 'gainst my will I'll teach her a trick of the mother shall make thee curse her and all the brood she came one,  Mus. 
What is Charita to me, I know you heard him name her.  Mis. 
Charita.  Mus. 
I will discharge my conscience and yet if you overheard us without my telling, you know where he appointed to meet her this evening at Mantinea at her fathers in Ondemion street,  Mis 
Ondemion street?  Mus. 
I do not betray him now if you provide so happily to take 'em at it mistress at it.  Mis. 
I at it, how I itch to be at it  Mus. 
Saddle your mare.  Mis. 
They shall not scape with half an eye betwixt them.  Exit. Enter Pamela and Mopsa. Mus. 
I have given her the bells and she will fly to the devil— here comes the t'other I ha' given her physic already fit for her constitution and now it works.  Pam. 
How comes it Mopsa that you are so taken  
So lifted up with high conceit?  Mop. 
Who I  Pam. 
Yes Mapsa you, d'ee think I cannot judge  
By outward gestures and your looks what joy  
Doth inwardly possess you  Mop. 
Who me  Pam. 
Yes you again, and it were not over boldness  
To request some knowledge of the cause  Mop. 
Rest you content; you are a Princess borne I might have been so to, somebody may be a Queen before you, make what you can of that  Pan. 
Oh fate how's this  Mop. 
There is a tree, and there is things worth wishing, and some may wish and wishes may be had make what you can of that too  Mus. 
To my wish it works  Pam. 
But Mopsa may I not beseech a word  
That may be to my understanding  Mop. 
You may know more hereafter, but till then I must presume upon your Princely patience to keep your Chamber, it is now my reign and do not dare to follow  Pam. 
Not I, when you are drawn up to majesty  
I can but wish you graciously would then  
Remember the obedience of your handmaid  
That first submits herself to your Command.  Mop. 
i'faith I will Pamela, and reward it, go in sweet Lady, on my Royal word I will,  Exit Pamela. Mus. 
She has spied me  Mop. 
Happy Dorus  Mus. 
What will my Mopsa say when she has climbed  
The tree of happiness?  Mop. 
I I the tree, when I climb that tree, honey Dorus tell me it over again, my dear bird what did jupiter to Apollo.  Mus. 
Upon some falling out I told you Jupiter threw Apollo out of heaven and his deity taken away he was fain to live upon the earth and keep Admetus Cattle, in the time of his service being sent to fetch a breed of beasts out of Arcadia, in this very desert he grew faint and weary; and would needs rest himself in the boughs of an Ashen tree.  Mop. 
The tree we wot of; on sweet bird  Mus. 
Apollo in that tree calling to mind his quarrel with jupiter became very sorrowful, and pitifully complaining to his father, asking him mercy for having offended him was from that tree received into his golden sphere, and made a god again  Mop. 
Oh brave  Mus. 
Having the perfect nature of a god  
Never to be ingrateful he then granted  
A double life to Admetus', and because  
That tree was chapel of his happy prayers  
To it he gave this quality  Mop. 
Now it comes  Mus. 
That whosoever sat down in that tree  
In like estate and sort as he did then  Mop. 
Oh now now now.  Mus. 
Should forthwith have there their wish  Mop. 
Oh the tree, the tree, the tree  Mus. 
The king understood thus much by Oracle; and tried himself but being neither herdsman as then Apollo was, nor of the race which is necessary, delivered this secret to your father but made him swear to wish by his direction; for his own benefit Dametas told it me, and is now gone to furnish himself with a scarlet Cloak for in that he must be muffled just as Apollo was, I might now prevent'em all and be king myself, but what have I to wish more than the love of Mopsa which since without more charming force you yield me; I'll fit you with a cloak and then wish what you will yourself  Mop. 
I'll be Queen or Apollo shall never look me in the face again, quickly sweet Dorus, come muffle me I long to be Queen, and my father shall ask me blessing.  Exeunt  

Actus Tertius.  Enter Rebels and Thumb Cap. 
COme my masters let us be resolute, is there any man That will justify himself to be sober amongst us?  2. 
No hang sobriety  Cap. 
We must be valiant, the King I say again has left us, and since He scorns our company for my part I scorn to be his subject  3. 
I I scorn subjects, I'll be an Emperor  2. 
It is time to look into the government, none but Gentlemen are of his Counsel, I see no reason since the Country is 'ours but we should have a stroke in the state.  Cap. 
That was bravely spoke my bully, stroke, he by Mars his Gauntlet spoke like a soldier, I do not like the Carriage of the secret Counsels  3. 
Nor I nor anybody  Thu. 
Take heed my Masters  3. 
Let's hear Thumb the Miller  Thu. 
We met together to drink in honour of the king's birthday and though we have tickled the Cannikins, let us be merry and wise that's my opinion, no treason, the King is an honest Gentleman, and so is the Queen.  3. 
Very wisely spoken.  Cap. 
But shall be governed by Philonax':  2. 
Who knows but he has made away the King  Th. 
Made away the King, who honest Basilius, ask the King who has made him away, by this hand if I thought they had made him away I would make somebody away, though I hanged for't, but neighbours for my own part I will join with you in any thing that is honourable, d'ee mark honourable; but I say still I am clear of opinion it is not a miss to be merry and wise Gentlemen, my name's Thumb,  3. 
I Tom  Th. 
And I'll be a your side howsoever  3. 
A great spirit  Cap. 
Shall I speak for you  Omnes. 
I I agreed you shall be Captain  Cap. 
Why then let me alone; I will know a reason why he has left the government without our consents to depose him, 'tis wisely spoken my brave men o'th' commonwealth, we will have other laws and the old shall be executed  3. 
I I hang the old ones  2. 
'Tis a discredit for any subjects as we are to have a King as if we were not able to govern ourselves  Captain 
Stroke up thy forehead thou wert borne to be a statesman, Be ruled by me and we'll have no justice in Arcadia  2. 
How  Cap. 
No justice, why should we lose our liberties, and being free men, upon any occasion suffer ourselves to be bound over  Th. 
Gentlemen Citizens it were very good you would take into your consideration the statute against drunkenness  Cap. 
It shall be lawful for any man to be drunk without forfeiting or paying anything to the poor  Th. 
Very good, every man drink away his estate, and then charity begins at home,  Cap. 
No man shall marry  2. 
That's worse than the statute against two wives  Cap, 
For every woman shall be common  3. 
Every woman common, what shall we do withal the proper women in Arcadia  Cap. 
They shall be common too  3. 
Oh'rare, and what shall we do withal the prisons  Cap. 
Set'em a fire 'twill warm the City when there is cold doings  2. 
What with the prisoners  Cap. 
put'em in possession of their creditors lands, they are the only men fit for authority; for no men are used worst, and they will know the better to domineer, nay we'll have admirable laws, but who shall be this Ambassador to the King  4. 
Me me choose me Captain,  Th' 
Choose you Captain, Haberdasher of small wares, choose you a Capon, I'll be the Ambassador, ever while you live let a bold man be ambassador, and one that has a brain, I will not be meal mouthed.  3. 
Well said Miller  Cap. 
And because we will be wise  Th. 
I I be merry and wise, ever while you live be sober and discreet.  Cap. 
Say we attend here to do our duties  3. 
Duties oh base  Cap. 
Say so we must, he'll not come forth else  4. 
What if I could his highness there was a dance to be presented we are furnished with our noise still  Th. 
I ay, I do love this noise with all my heart  2. 
Excellent, get you behind the trees with your instruments, and tune 'em ready, the new frisk we danced at Enispies today will serve rarely as the Prologue, away; but Captain what shall we do with the king's daughters  Cap. 
I'll have one  3. 
And I'll ha' the tother our Captain shall ha' the Queen  2. 
And what shall we have.  Cap. 
There are Ladies about the Court will content you  Thu. 
I will have both the Kings daughters, and he that speaks against it—  They fight Cap. 
Thumb valiant Thumb, all spirit no mutiny no mutiny all of a faction together by the ears for a piece of venison  Th. 
I will have both the Kings daughters or else I shall not be satisfied.  Cap. 
First let us know the king's resolution, and if we like not our conditions, the hares a foot; and every man take what course he please in my Lord's Park Enter Basilius, Gynoecia, Pyrocles, and Philoclea .But stay the King umh  2. 
Speak Captain  Cap. 
If it please your Majesty, what was it resolved upon  3. 
he's out, let me come to him, prithee do thou tell him thy mind, that delicome wench has made my teeth water  2. 
And drowned thy tongue, a Company of bashful shrimps; if I but open my mouth, I say no more  Th. 
King, by your leave; which is the King, my eyes twinkle, we have been playing the good fellows to celebrate your majestical birth day, will your grace see a song  3. 
A dance  Th. 
Or a dance, all's one, our feet are in tune, strike up behind the tree, you are the King and I am the Miller, there's all the difference, sweet Ladies my name is Thumb  Bas. 
This is rudeness  Gy. 
Pardon their simplicity  Th. 
I'll have that wench she looks like Hercules, Omnes, Stand  Cap. 
We have interrogations points to put to you  Bas. 
Treason, treason,  Pyr. 
Barbarous Villains  Basilius runs in, a bell rings, Philoclea, and Gynoecia hide themselves, Pyrocles fights with them, Basilius comes in with a two handed sword, after some skirmish Enter Philonax and Calandre with a guard the Rebels beaten off. Pyr. 
Where is Philoclea  Phi. 
Here art thou not hurt Zelmane.  
My soul at every stroke made against thee  
Was leaving my pale body  Py. 
Dear Madam are you safe  Bas. 
I think I ha' peppered some of 'em, Philonax 'twas not amiss you came, but Zelmane and I should have made a shift  Pyr. 
You alone my Lord, were an army against such reeling valours, I did not think you could ha' bestirred yourself so well  Bas. 
And I were in another place alone with thee I could bestir myself better  Cal. 
I would you would consider yet to quit  
This dangerous kind of life  Phi. 
Had not the valiant Amazon it seems, defenced your person  
Ere the troops arrived, it might have proved too fatal  Gy. 
He played the man indeed, the King is troubled  
And thinks me jealous of him, lass old man  Bas. 
No more  
Wait upon our Queen and daughter, we'll follow  Exit. 
I am wounded  Pyr. 
How  Bas. 
By thee Zelmane  Pyr. 
I see your passions are the same and I  
This might resolve to wait for you in the Cave  
If you when your Gynoecia is a-bed  
And fast asleep, (be sure of that) will please  
To put yourself to a short travel, I  
Shall not express your welcome, but  Bas. 
Dear as my soul I apprehend my comfort  
One kiss in earnest of the million  
Thou shalt receive, but carry it close Zelmane  Exeunt Enter Musidorus, and Mopsa. Mus. 
This is the Tree  Mop. 
Oh let me kiss it toes  Mus. 
Best lose no time  Mop. 
Haile upon hail sweet tree, Crown thee and all thy wishes, Oh Dorus up womee Dorus, up womee, up womee, up womee Dorus, teach me to climb the right way prithee  Mus. 
You must be muffled in the cloak, so now remember your instructions, make first your invocation to Apollo as I told you, which being done, employ your mind withal devotion to his deity, until you hear a voice call three times on you by your name, though you should think your father mother Pamela or myself talk to you answer not they are spirits that would delude.  Mop. 
Under three Mopsa's I'll not talk to 'em, I'll not be cozened  Mus. 
Hold there and you'll 'be happy  Mop. 
I'll ask a king to my husband, and thou shalt be he  Mus. 
Your invocation.  Mop. 
Into the great ears of Apollo  
Now let my invocation hollow  
Oh thou that lightest all the day  
For some to work and some to play  
By owl light now  
Incline a gracious ear to me  
Thus, muffled in thy wishing tree  
Singing whoop whoop whooe  
And pardon this my subtlety  
That I deceive the passers by  
I in this bough  
Do use the accents of that foul  
Because I would be thought an Owl  
With whoop whoop whoee  Enter Pamela. Mus. 
She has done her invocation  Pam. 
Can she not hear us  Mus. 
She shall hear us, but I have taken order with her eyes and understanding too, she'll not believe us, thou lovely bird Madge owlet  Mop. 
That's a spirit in the voice of Dorus, but I'll not answer.  Mus. 
See Dorus and Pamela both are here  
Whilst old Dametas Miso, and their dear  
Daughter are straggled forth, they both together  
Are taking now their flight, and who knows whether  Pam. 
This is too plain  Mop. 
Oh cunning Devils, but I'll not hear nor speak a syllable  Mus. 
If thou canst find a tongue to tell Dametas,  
Make known unto his wisdom he is gulled  
Take courage Madam the way lies fair before us  
And a barque already prepared cries come a w  
Farewell owlet  Exeunt Musidorus and Pamela Dametas sings within Mop. 
Whoop whoop whooe— heigh I hear another singing spirit in my father's voice, be't Apollo himself, under three Mopsa's I'll not speak  Enter Dametas Dam. 
This is the tree, and here the earth is broken  
The certain sign left by my trusty Dorus  
The mouth of the rich treasure I salute thee  
And kiss the hole from whence shall come my gold  
Which being done blithely to work I fall  
My hand is in the moonshine, and up goes all  Mop. 
Whoop whoop, whooe  Dam, 
What's that; an Owl, good Mistress margery I am busy Art thou poor and wouldst thou be advanced by wealth to Dignity do not think it then unmeet to stoop with hands beneath thy feet 'Tis not with hand over head to be found no no thou must stoop though thou hold'st up thy poop and grabble for't in ground Ha what's this, my hand is in the Honey pot I think, umh umh I do not like the softness, I did grope for harder stuff, if this be gold 'tis liquid, and yet too thick to be potable as they say, it has a kind of waif methinks if I have not lost a sense upon the sudden, I smell, call you this gold finding  Mop. 
I have an extreme list now so I have saving your presence, devil would restore your sense  Dam. 
What's this, a written parchment this may be the inventory of all the treasure. 
Who hath his hire hath well his labour placed  
Earth thou didst seek, and store of earth thou hast  how's this  Mop. 
Whoop whoop whooe  Dam. 
As sure as this is my own nose, I am stinkingly abused  Mop. 
Ha ha ha,  Dam. 
Can Madge Howlets laugh, that laugh was like my Daughter Mopsa  Mop. 
There's one time, again again sweet Apollo  Dam. 
'Tis her voice what makes she there, now the dread vengeance of my dear fatherly curse, light overthwart thee thou awkward hilding Mopsa  Mop. 
There's two times, Mopsa once more and 'tis Apollo  Dam. 
Will you not answer in the devil's name Mopsa I say, oh are you come  he strikes she falls. Mop. 
Yes yes divine Apollo  Dam. 
I'll unhood ye where's Pamela  Mop. 
Thank your Deity  Dam. 
Speak now and tell me  Mop. 
Answer my wishes as 'thou art Phoebus, as thou art Apollo tho in the likeness of the Clown my father, grant me my wishes first, I ask a King to be my husband.  Dam. 
What talkest thou of a King; the King will hang thy father if Pamela be gone  Mop. 
Let him be hanged I care not, but let Dorus be a King, and let him be my husband good Apollo  Dam. 
she's stark staring mad, hast thou forgot thy father, where is thy wit  Mop. 
I do not ask for wit, I tell thee, let me have a sufficient husband and let him be a King  Dam. 
Thou shalt have thy bellyful of husbands  Mop. 
Oh that, that, that  Enter Miso Miso. 
I'll at you both thou ribald villain and thou harlot  Dam. 
Miso my spouse fall'n mad too  
Thou wot not beat thy mother  Miso. 
Oh me  Mop. 
I defy her and thee and thou be'st not Apollo,  Dam. 
Oh who has gulled us all, dear Miso, tender Mopsa hear me, before I open my mouth, art not thou Miso, and thou my daughter Mopsa, oh we are all undone we are all undone  Mop. 
Are not you god Apollo  Dam. 
No as ever I hope to see him or any of his fellows in the face again, I am mortal Dametas and I think thy father, I am sure I am by thy mother's side, where is Pamela all this while, who's at home.  Mop. 
As sure as you are my father and you my mother, there's nobody at home  Dam. 
she's gone, she's gone  Mop. 
Dorus and Pamela, or two fiends with their voices passed by whilst I was in Apollo's tree  Miso. 
Apollo's tree  Dam. 
Cast off your wonder I am not such an ass, but I perceive We are gulled  Mop. 
So Devil Dorus told me  Miso. 
Oh me they are gone, was this your care  Mop. 
Nay then where was your own.  Dam. 
Fall not at odds 'bout that, but go with me  
And help me to scape the gallow tree.  Exeunt. Enter Gynoecia and Pyrocles, with a Taper. Gy. 
Did I not counterfeit an infirmity  Pyr. 
Rarely, how love will prompt his votary  
The King suspects not what we purpose  Gy. 
'las poor man, how careful he seemed of my health  
And counselled me to bed  Pyr. 
I smiled to see it  Gy. 
So soon as he is asleep expect me  Pyr. 
Stay, oath sudden I ha' thought upon a way  
Blessed blessed minute.  Gy. 
What's the device  Pyr. 
You sha'not go to bed  Gy. 
Not I  Pyr. 
God Genius  
I will not trust our work to fortune if  
You should want cunning in your passions  
Or he should wake unhappily and find  
You absent, all were lost, to prevent this  
You shall not come to me if there be danger  
'Tis fit I be exposed I'll take your place  
And disarray me for Basilius bed.  
d'ye mark, muffled up for your supposed  
Distemper, let me alone to counterfeit  
dullness, and when his senses are chained up  
In sleep, I will come down tooth cave to you  
But take my mantle if any of Dametas'  
People meet you  Gy. 
I will visit but my Closet  
And follow thy instructions,  Exit. Py. 
If there be any stars are kind to love  
This night shoot forth your golden heads, be thou  
Bright moon propitious; on all eyes that would  
Betray our flight, cast out a sullen mist  
And hide thy silver crescent in a cloud,  
But to our passage be a gentle goddess  
And borrow of thy brother yet more light  
The day may spare it, Musidorus is  Enter Gynoecia with a golden Viol. 
Embarked already with his Mistress,  
If I obtain Philoclea's consent  Gy. 
Zelmane now I am prepared  Pyr. 
Haste to the Cave, expect,  
Your servants visit  Gy. 
And my happiness  Exit. Py. 
How rudely vice becomes us, here's a Lady  
Whom never fame yet blemished, now the example  
Of Cupid's tyranny, love transforms us all  
And fools our understandings, I pity her▪  
Now are Basilius thoughts in motion  
And hurry him to the same licentiousness.  
There is warm snow I see, he delays time.  
In hope to find his Queen asleep, whose place  
I must assume for once, love dwells upon  
A cliff and all the ways to our enjoying  
Are difficult and ragged,  
But I forget, Basilius, I must  
Compose me for his bed, I sha'not be  
Much troubled, good old King he wishes me  Lutes Recorders Exit. 
Good rest I know, and secure dreams, oh see  
Philoclea what ways I come to thee  Enter Basilius. Bas. 
These sounds may charm her into slumbers sweetly  
Oh steal into her, hang upon her heart,  
Come fix your gentle raptures in her soul  
That it may take delight to be o'ercome  
And never wake the body, till Basilius  
Return with happy Conquest from Zelmane  
Or if there be a leaden god of sleep.  
Here let him shake his wings and then dispatch  
A herald to the silent house of dreams  
To bring one hither happier than the rest  Enter Philoclea 
To entertain my melancholy Queen; oh Philoclea  
Thy mother will excuse thee this night's duty  
Do not disturb her, yet your voice and Lute  
i'th' next Chamber may procure her sleep  
That done without more ceremony go  Exit Philoclea 
To bed, so so my blood begins to move  
she's fast, I hear her, and the music ceased,  
Now to Zelmane.  Again loud Exit. Enter Philoclea. Phi. 
I'm troubled, and dare not go to bed  
There's some thing whispers to my soul this will  
Will be a fatal night, my mother is not well  
I must needs see her— ha, the gods protect me  Enter Pyrocles Pyr. 
If there were any treason meant against  
Philoclea her prayers were vainly offered,  
Since her own innocence is protection  
As powerful as the Gods, I bring no horror  
To fright your blood, d'ee not know me Lady  
I was Zelmane,  Phi. 
Was  Pyr. 
I have been  
So watched by your jealous mother  Phi. 
Ha.  Pyr. 
But I forget  Phi. 
What mean you?  Pyr. 
To make fast the doors  
If I could bar all the air out saving what  
Your breath should draw, for should I live by that  
You would not chide my care  Phi. 
You make me tremble.  Pyr. 
If you cannot forgive me punish pray  
This rudeness with my death; I prostrate to  
Your feet my sword, and call you to my breast  
To meet your anger, at this distance beg  
I may behold you, but when you shall find  
In the dissection of my heart, whose name  
Hath filled it, and with what religion there  
My thoughts adore your memory, too late  
It may invite your tears, can fair Philoclea  
Think I have a soul that dare be wicked to her?  
Such looks would charm a ravisher, and throw  
Ice through a satire's blood, but a man chaste  
Already it draws up to the simplicity  
And nature of an Angel, oh Philoclea  
I am so far from being ill myself  
In such a sensual way, that although time  
And this fair opportunity might tempt  
And excuse wanton heat, I should repent  
Forget to, love yourself, if you but with  
One thought so treacherous to your virgin honour  
Should give consent to enjoy you, it hath snow  
Upon my blood Philoclea, whose flowings  
Are Chaste as Crystal: dare you trust me yet  
To kiss your hand, my lips shall gently touch it  
Nor will I leave a breath to stain the whiteness  
Pray be not fearful.  Phi. 
Sin did never yet  
Profane that voice.  Pyr. 
When it sounds lustfully  
Your hate, a punishment next the wrath of heaven  
Strike my heart dead— be pleased to rest a little  
And if you dare vouch safe me to sit so near you▪  
I have much to tell you  Phi. 
I know not what to say, where is my father  
I had a mother too, this Chamber they  
Used to call their's  Pyr. 
They are safe Philoclea,  
Let not your cheek look pale, their absence wrought  
For such a minute doth encourage me  
To tell you now or never you must show  
There dwells a pity in you, oh look smooth  
On him whose life and fortunes you may now  
Advance or ruin ever, if you can  
Remember who I am, and what your virtue  
Hath made me sister, think me worthy of  
A life, let it begin from your consent  
To love poor Pyrocles, 'tis in your power  
To be no more a prisoner to this rude  
And solitary dwelling, such a brightness  
Is lost in caves, extend your arm and reach  
A throne where seated with becoming greatness  
You may disperse with moving of your eye  
An influence beyond the stars, and quicken  
A world that waits to be your creature  Phi. 
Pyrocles  
For so you call yourself, and such I dare  
Believe you are, for falsehood cannot dwell  
A neighbour to that tongue although I might  
Demand with reason, and my duty first  
What does concern my parents, such a truth  
Shines in your language, and such Innocence  
In what you call affection, I must  
Declare you have not placed one good thought here  
Which is not answered with my heart, the fire  
Which sparkled in your bosom long since leapt  
Into my breast and there burns modestly  
It would have spread into a greater flame  
But still I curbed it with my tears, oh Pyrocles  
I would thou wert Zelmane again, and yet  
I must confess I loved thee then, I know not  
With what prophetic soul but I did wish  
Often, thou were no man, or I no woman  Pyr. 
Thou wert the comfort of my sleeps  Phi. 
And you  
The object of my watches, when the night  
Wanted a spell to cast me into slumber  
Yet when the weight of my own thoughts grew heavy  
For my tear dropping eyes, and drew these Curtains  
My dreams wert still of thee, forgive my blushes  
And the imagination thou wert then  
My harmless bed fellow  Pyr. 
I arrive too soon  
At my desires, gently oh gently drop  
These joys into me, lest at once let fall  
I sink beneath the tempest of my blessings  
And you swell my heart too fast  Phi. 
If you be Pyrocles  
You will rest satisfied with this confession  
You only shall obtain my love  Pyr. 
Although my soul acknowledge this a blessing  
Such as no service can reward enough  
There remains something, something which your honour  
May easily consent to in this absence  
Of both your parents whom with several promises  
Of my return, I have already sent  
Toth' Cave where they in vain this night expect me  
We must forsake this place, I have provided  
For our conveyance to my father's kingdom  
If after all these arguments of love  
You dare trust Pyrocles to convey you thither,  Phi, 
I dare give thee my life, but pardon me  
This is not safe, thus seeking to assure.  
You may untimely happen loose Philoclea  
My duty binds me not to rob my parents,  
Such a departure may undo their comfort  
As you're a prince persuade me not commit  
So unnatural a trespass, we'll expect  
And satisfy our young desires till time  
Mature our joy, I could content myself  
To look on Pyrocles and think it happiness  
Enough, or if my soul affect variety  
Of pleasure every accent of thy voice  
Shall Court me with new rapture, and if these  
Delights be narrow for us there is left  
A modest kiss, whose every touch conveys  
Our melting souls into each others lips,  
Why should not you be pleased to look on me  
To hear and sometimes kiss Philoclea  
Indeed you make me blush  Pyr. 
What an eclipse  
Hath that veil made, it was not night till now  
Look if the stars have not withdrawn themselves  
As they had waited on her richer brightness.  
And missing of her eyes are stolen to bed,  
What world of beauty is behind that cloud  
But keep it still concealed, and let the creatures  
When they shall miss day (for the same without  
Thine eyes will glimmer like a petty taper)  
Fear to be lost in darkness, and expect  
No light to follow, but from those wide flames  
Which heaven hath threatened to destroy the world,  
When thou hast frighted us renew again  
Our state and cure again the fainting universe  
One look restores all— ha, Philoclea.  Phi. 
There's something that sits heavy on my forehead  
I know you cannot but be noble, pray  
A little sleep, if I exceed three minutes  
Prithee wake me  Pyr. 
Ha, I do not like  
Her senses should be snatched away so strangely  
'Tis an ill omen, I should trespass much  
'gainst manners, to disturb her, beside she  
Did make it her request whose will is sacred,  
Then gently may she sleep, and yet if she  
Draw out this slumber to any length my hopes  
Are blasted, if I lose this opportunity  
Of flight, no hope hereafter can relieve us  
We are both undone, she sleeps still, I was not  
Quick enough to persuade her resolution  
So necessary, yet look up Philoclea,  
No, then enjoy thy dream, and let us try  
The kindness of our fate, pity a harsh  
Sound should disturb thy soft repose, I would  
But dare not steal a kiss for fear to wake her,  
And yet my loud voice may be more offensive  
Our souls are knit I see into one love  
Then 'tis but reason they should exercise  
Both the same act, why do not I sleep too  
The mist is fall'n already, if I but dream of her  
My slumbers shall be happy  he sleeps Enter Dametas as from a Vault. Dam. 
There be more ways to the wood than one, she may be in her sister's Chamber, I may thank my acquaintance with the Buttery and a trap door for this passage; she has shut me out of doors of all: umh a sword I had rather it were Pamela naked, I durst undertake to handle her with less fear; umh Philoclea; 'tis she and this is-no— this is not Pamela, she was a woman, unless she be crept into breeches since I left her, no 'tis a man, here is no tarrying for me; and he were not soundly asleep, my smell were enough to wake him;— treason treason  Exit. Py. 
Ha, what voice is that, who cries out treason?  Phi. 
Pyrocles what's the matter?  Pyr. 
Nothing  Within. 
Treason, treason.  Pyr. 
Hark, is't not treason, my sword, my sword  
Is gone, we are betrayed, some thief has been  
Within the Chamber, yet the doors are safe, ha  
Let's see, search everywhere, alas Philoclea  
If now I must be ravished from thee, how  
Can there be charity enough on earth  
To pity me, they die but once who still  
Despair of bliss; but the Fares twice destroy  
A lover whom they kill so near his joy.  Exeunt.  

Actus Quartus.  Enter Rebels. Cap. 
COme my bloods since there is no hope of our pardons let us be honest outlaws one to another, and do all the mischief we can, we are Masters of the Woods, and we will domineer like Lords of the soil; I say we will live, we will eat and we will drink.  3. 
Would I were at my forge again  Cap. 
Arcadia shall be thy Anvil smith; and thou mayst live to beat  
Great men to dust  2. 
Some of them are so rotten they will save us a labour  Cap. 
Be resolute and strike the iron while it is hot, where is the little miller  3. 
Thumb the miller is cut off  Cap. 
Who can help it, be not crest fallen, but show yourselves Cocks of the game, we'll make the state send for us home, and agree to our own conditions, let us therefore play the thieves manfully  3. 
And so be hanged honourably  Cap. 
Hang hang ng, we defy the laws and we will execute when we list in our own quarters we will rob man woman and child  2. 
Do you fight with the men, and let me alone with the women.  1. 
And Thumb had he been alive he had been a fit match for the children  Enter 4. Rebel. 4. 
A prize a Captain, I see a Gentleman and a Lady strike into a grove hard by, their horses are for their better behaviour, already bound to a tree, follow me and I'll conduct  Cap. 
Without noise or tumult let's steal upon them  Enter Musidorus and Pamela. Pam. 
This grove is all one bower, nature herself  
Must be delighted to dwell here, the Sun  
Can shoot no beam upon us through this Arbour  
Though he does rage abroad  Mus. 
The heat betrays  
The Sun is angry Madam to see you  
Whose brightness takes all wonder from his shine  
And leave him a pale star.  Pam. 
You compliment.  Mus. 
Are you not weary Madam  Pam. 
I shall never  
In thy society, yet we may rest  
A little in this shade, oh Musidorus  
He should be enemy to virtue now  
To cherish one suspectful thought of thee  
Some wild licentious Prince had now undone me  
And careless of his own ruined my honour.  Mus. 
It were not simple theft but Sacrilege  
To rob you of one peaceful thought, if any  
Service already have obtained so much  
Trust I am so familiar with mine own  
Desires, that hereafter I'll deserve to keep  
Your fair opinion of me, lust could never  
Intrude himself a guest here, I should not  
Love mine own eyes, had they been but tempted  
To see an unchaste picture with delight  Pam. 
What's that behind the trees?  Mus. 
Nothing, the birds are dancing on the leaves  
Called hither by the music of your tongue  
Those that are silent do but listen to  
Your voice to mend their singing  Pam. 
Still methinks I hear another noise  Mus. 
It is your fear  Pam. 
There's some thing whispers  Mus. 
Shall I tell Pamela  Pam. 
Pray if you can  Mus. 
It is the wind that would  
Steal through the boughs to give you more refreshing  
Whom the trees envy, I do hear it murmur  
To be kept from your lips which it would kiss  
And mixing with your breath catch odours thence  
Enough to sweeten all the wood, there can  
No other danger enter here  The Rebels cease upon Pamela Pam. 
We are betrayed help  Mus. 
Ha, villains, you'd better lay violent hands  
Upon your mothers  Cap. 
Let your courage cool, and hear us you were best  
If you do love this Gentlewoman's life.  
Put up your tool, d'ee see this bodkin sir  
With it, I'll punch her heart, if you but offer  
A blow at any of my train, I'll do't  
As I am true Rebel and for the more security  
Deliver up your whinyard to our uses  
Or I'll make an eyelet-hole presently  Pam. 
Do not resign your sword but use it.  Mus. 
Hold hear me  Pam. 
Let us both die with honour, do not give  
Your strength and trust t'the mercy of those slaves  
In humane villains to us  Mus. 
But thy life,— as you are men but hear me  Cap. 
Drop your steel quickly, or  Mus. 
Alas she is my wife  2. 
Your wife, if you love her be not troublesome I tell you again  Pam. 
Pamela bids thee fight, fear not for me  
If I die I shall not be dishonoured  
And thou shalt take a brave revenge on them,  
Pity not me to lose us both, we'll meet  
Again in death and love eternally  Mus. 
My soul's divided, shall I venture her?  Cap. 
I'll stay no longer  Mus. 
Hold and take my sword  
But swear by some religion you will use  
No violence to her  3. 
We swear  Cap. 
So first and foremost throw his sword out of the way, we have no use on't, secondly bind him to a tree  Mus. 
Set her at liberty  
And use what cruelty you please on me  
Kill me, and I'll forgive you.  3. 
Forgive us, heaven forgive thee, say thy prayers  Mus. 
I see there's pity in you, if your wants  
Council you to this sinful trade, we both  
Will freely give our wealth, we have some jewels  
Of value to redeem you all, and make  
You rich if you dare first be so in goodness  
And exercise no tyranny upon  
Our bodies, what a misery it is  
Such spirits as you are should not have fortunes  
High as your thoughts, when every dunghill fellow  
Surfeits with honours and estates, and vomits  
In Taverns what would keep your families,  
But 'tis the Time's disease, when merit thus  
Disgraced and unrewarded by the state  
Makes subjects desperate  3. 
He says true  Mus. 
I prithee take my clothes, would they were rich  
And worth your pillage, and will serve me  3. 
Alas good Gentleman, let e'en strip him  Cap. 
None dare to take a skirt  Mus. 
Perhaps for some offences you are banished  
Your houses and estates  2. 
For nothing but being drunk  3. 
And offering to kill the King  4. 
He will not live amongst us as a good King ought.  Mus. 
Alas good men, I do presume you, would not have killed the King in any malice to him  3. 
I love the King with all my heart, and a pox take him that does not, would he would but pardon us  1. 
There's no hope now, we have submitted ourselves too often  Mus. 
Yet let him hear well of you, and though  
Necessity compel you to be thieves,  
Be honest thieves and ravish nobody.  
And this report arriving at his ears  
It inclines him to have pity on you  
And call you to his favour  Cap. 
Unhand the Gentlewoman, he that offers her  
But a wry look had better eat my sword  3. 
Or my scabbard though it have been pissed in  2. 
Faith Captain he hath given us good council let us deal  
Honestly, if we take away but all they have they will  
Have more cause to speak well of us  Cap. 
Unbind the malefactor  3. 
Shall I give him his sword?  Cap. 
His sword thou ignorant thief no so he may chance to ask us again for his jewels; take thy Penelope sweet tongued Ulysses; and on the next back smother her in kisses— farewell  Mus. 
Oh, my Pamela.  3. 
Captain captain come back he calls her Pamela that should be the king's daughter,  Cap. 
How, umh; now I look better on her I have seen that face in a mask before now  Mus. 
We are lost again  Pam. 
I am the same Pamela  2. 
What ha' we done, here are all your jewels not a stone diminished  3. 
If there be let me be gelded  Pam. 
I easily forgive all and will be  
So far from a complaint that I'll plead for  
Your pardons to my father, and he sha' not  
Be able to deny me  
Omnes A pardon, a pardon, if it please your highness we'll go back with you  Pam. 
Not with me  Cap. 
As we are true men and thieves Madam  Pam. 
We are undone again  Mus. 
At our return I'll join with her  3. 
Return, why whether are you going so far from the lodge this is the way to the sea  Cap. 
umh, I guest treason, are not you an't shall please your Ladyship running away with this Gentleman  2. 
He said she was his wife  3. 
I do not like him  Cap. 
Lay hands on him again, well thought upon you shall justify yourselves before the King  Mus. 
Dare you go to the King without a pardon  2. 
'Tis the only way to procure one  Mus. 
Rather go with us, and, as I am—  3. 
What are you  Mus. 
I am— I know not  Cap. 
we'll teach you to know yourself; away with 'em we are all made  Mus. 
villains and Rebels.  Exeunt Enter Basilius, and Gynoecia. Bas. 
Zelmane has abused me  Gy. 
Chide not her  
'Twas mine own plot to try your constancy.  
Death cease upon Zelmane for his coming  
But I will be revenged, when did I fall  
From my high birth; in what lascivious action  
Lost I my fame, that this Basilius  
should wrong his own Gynoecia  Bas. 
I am ashamed, I prithee chide no more.  
She gave me sure some philtre to betray  
My blood to this dishonour.  Gy. 
Though your lust  
Missed the enjoying him for whom your heart  
Grew wanton, yet the sin cannot be purged  
They are adulterate sheets, and those embraces  
Which locked mine arms thy guilt, not one warm kiss  
But was intended for Zelmane's lips  
Oh my fate  Bas. 
Prithee forgive  Gy. 
The silence which I used  
I wished might save my modesty a language  
To accuse you now; indeed you have done ill  
Touse me thus  Bas. 
My love to thee hereafter  
Shall redeem all, wound me no more I prithee  Gy. 
If vice have so possessed you that my bed  
Is now grown hateful, make me not the scorn  
Of all your kingdom, send me home again  
To Argos to wear out my life in weeping  
My Lord has quite forsaken me  Bas. 
Not for  
The crowns of Greece, and all the world dear dearest  
Gynoecia pardon thou hast saved mine honour  
Destroy me not again, on what a rock  
(Had not thy goodness rescued me) had I  
Been ever ship wracked, take me to thy love,  
A sad man for my fault, never, oh never  
Shall such unworthy thoughts corrupt my heart  
To leave a chaste wife  Gy. 
I do freely pardon this error  Bas. 
Then I am straight again  Gy. 
But Zelmane shall account  
dearly for this unless he satisfy  
My furious blood, new welcome to my bosom  Bas. 
A cup of wine would crown our reconcilement  
As I remember in the cave I saw  
A golden bottle  Exit. Gy. 
Your Majesty may taste on't, but I meant it  
A draught for false Zelmane, it being virtual  
To increase affection, to me a gift  
My mother's love bestowed when I was married  
To Basilius if ever he grew cold  Enter Basilus 
To quicken his desires, I never yet  
Made trial  Bas. 
It is the gods  
Nepenthe, or a drink more precious  
I prithee give't a name, and if my kingdom  
Afford th'ingredients let me taste it often;  
Ha Gynoecia where am I?  Gy. 
Here my Lord  Bas. 
I think I am deceived, my tongue o'th' sudden draws backward; and my limbs grow very feeble Ha, oh-farwell.  Falls Gy. 
My Lord, my Lord, Basilius, oh he's dead  
If he be poisoned I have made fair work  
Dear husband, then for ever mourn Gynoecia  
The gods have punished thy lascivious heat  
With hasty justice, hath my care so long  
Almost religiously preserved this drink  
To kill thus in a minute; oh my soul  
Doth feel a scorpion, and my lust appears  Enter Dametas and a Shepherd 
Circled with thousand furies  Shep. 
Treason treason  Dam. 
do set out your throat here; and let me alone to roar treason in the ears of my Lord Philonax— I should ha' been the town crier  Shep. 
Make haste.  Dam. 
Oh yes treason,  Gy. 
When you have spent your voices, let your eyes  
Speak a more killing language  Dam. 
Ha, the Queen, Madam Pamela, is gone  Gy. 
No matter for Pamela, look here shepherds  
Here lies the King  Dam. 
No matter for Pamela? I am glad of that  
Is his majesty asleep  Gy. 
Never to awake, he's dead poisoned by this viol  Dam. 
Oh base viol, why here is more treason than we looked for, this is admirable, did he die against his will, or was he killed a natural death let us sit upon him  Gy. 
For bear, I can direct you to the murderer  
Look here you shepherds, it was I that killed him  Dam. 
You, your Majesty is very merry  Gy. 
Will you not trust me  Dam. 
Yes for more than I am worth, but if you killed him yourself, your majesty must pardon me for that, I have nothing to say to you but, treason treason;  Exit. Gy. 
Yet fly Gynoecia and save thy life,  
Betray not thine own, life; why do I talk  
Of safety, can there be in all the World  
A consort, when my honour and Basilius  
Have both forsaken me  Enter Philonax and Dametas with a guard. Philon. 
Pamela gone, how does the King take it  Dam. 
The King, would he could take it any way, good gentleman he's in a pitiful taking himself  Philon. 
What sales the screech-owl  Dam. 
The truth is, he is sent of an errand to Erebus he's dead, and for my Lady Philoclea, whom I suspect  Philon. 
Ha  Dam. 
And you make haste you may take her napping, there is a thing in the likeness of a man with her, whom very valiantly I disarmed, and brought away his naked weapon  Philon. 
What traitor? didst disarm him?  Dam. 
Did I and there had been twenty of 'em I would not have cared a rush though they had been as valiant as Hector, had I not treason a'my side so soon as I came in  Philon. 
Thou dost amaze me what said he?  Dam. 
Never a word, my friend quoth to his sword  Philon. 
Idiot didst speak to his sword?  Dam. 
Why he was fast asleep my Lord,  
And never so much as dreamed of me  Philon. 
asleep, we lose time go you along with Dametas, seize upon that Traitor, oh I am rent with sorrow  Dam. 
Come my Masters be not afraid as long as I have a sword  
You shall go before, and follow my example there's the  
King my Lord  Exeunt Dametas and guard, Philon. 
Madam  Gy. 
Oh Philonax  Philon. 
Be comforted  Gy. 
You sha'not need to mock me, when you know  
By whom he died thou wilt call in thy charity  
And curse me, it was I that poisoned him,  Philon. 
Good Madam speak that I may understand,  
You poisoned him? he was Basilius  
Your husband and your King, it cannot be  
You are the Queen his wife  Gy. 
His murderer  
The horror of my sin dwells round about me  
I need no more accusers than my Conscience.  
Do with me what you please, the wicked reasons  
That moved me to it you shall know hereafter  Philon, 
Bless me eternity, I'll not believe  
That any woman after this can love  
Her husband, oh my Lord, merciless woman  
For here all other titles lost away  
With her, see her lodged within the Castle.  Enter Dametas and a guard with Philoclea and Pyrocles at one door, at the other Enter the Rebels with Musidorus and Pamela. Dam. 
Here they are my Lord  Cap. 
Where is the King?  Philon. 
New uproars.  Dam. 
My charge, 'tis Pamela, my Lord Philonax 'tis Pamela Philon, Pamela and Philoclea  Cap. 
Yes my Lord we suspected they were running away together and therefore in hope of his majesty's pardon  Py. 
Musidorus and thy sister under guard?  Mus. 
Pyrocles and Philoclea prisoners too?  Philon. 
Look here unnatural children, for I cannot pronounce you Innocent, this circumstance betrays your guilt, see where your king and father lies a cold pattern for a tomb  Pam. 
Dead?  Phi. 
Oh we are miserable  Pyr. 
Basilus dead?  Mus. 
Slain  Philon. 
He was murdered, and you are accessaries  
Sure I have seen your face; were not you called  
Zelmane the Amazon?  Pyr. 
I was.  Philon. 
Disguises, injurious villain  
profaner of all hospitable laws  Pyr. 
I am not loose to answer thee  Dam. 
And this was my man Dorus my Lord, a ha have I found you sirrah, you sent me abroad to be a gold-finder.  Philon. 
You have done service worthy all your pardons.  
Now in my rage I could prevent the Law  
And sacrifice their treacherous bloods myself  
To this reverend hearse.  Mus. 
You are transported Philonax  
But that I have compassion for the death  
Of that good King I could laugh at thee.  Philon. 
Hence, load them with Irons, Ladies you must both  
Be patient to be confined until  
You clear yourselves.  Pam. 
What saucy fellow's that?  
Meant you me Philonax, unhand those prisoners  Philon. 
Away with'em I command  Pam. 
Yet stay and hear me  
As you did love Basilius hear his daughter,  
This insolence doth interrupt the tears  
Due to my dear dead father, and enforces  
Me, since he thus forgets, to declare to you  
With confidence who I am, I am Pamela  
The eldest daughter of Basilius  
Your Queen if I mistake not, since my father  
Is dead, to whose memory these pious drops  
Fall as the tribute of my grief, who then  
Shall be obeyed, he that was trusted with  
My father's power, which in his death is canceled  
Or I your natural princess?  Dam. 
umh, my charge speaks to the purpose.  Pam. 
Have you found so much sweetness in the reign  
You borrowed of my father, that you would  
Usurp now he is dead? I have not signed  
Any commission for your office, how  
Dare you then in my presence command any  
To prison, nay like a bold insolent traitor  
Talk of confining me? we are merciful  
To let you keep your proud head on.  Reb. 
What will be come of us?  Dam. 
You shall have clean halters.  Pam. 
But in the justice to my royal father,  
Snatched hence untimely from us, since you attempt  
To charge them with his death, we give you space  
To live and to accuse them, they shall be  
Our prisoners, i'th' mean time 'twill become  
Your person to go home and study how  
To play the Advocate when you are called  
By us, and the grave laws, you are dismissed.  Philon. 
I am astonished, do you not wonder with me  
To hear the daughter of our late good King  
Lost to her filial piety, this comes.  
too near apracide Pamela. Countrymen  
It is apparent they have all conspired  
The death of the old king, methinks I hear  
His groans confirm it, if you suffer such  
A treason pass Arcadia will become  
The scorn of all the world, nor ever shall  
Any good prince; trust his life amongst you,  
For my Ambition, all the angels know  
How tedious the hours have been, since I  
Was forced to take this kingdom's weight upon me.  
But let not ceremony to the daughter.  
Whose title I dispute not shame our duties  
To him that was her father and our Master.  
Poisoned, yes poisoned by those men that have  
No names, and will betray in our remissness  
The honour of these Ladies and our country  
As they have done his precious life already,  
As you are good men let them be arraigned  
If they be innocent their goodness will  
Protect them, but if guilty let them die  
Like slaves unpitied.  Reb. 
A Philonax, a Philonax  Pam. 
Dare ye all be traitors then?  Philon. 
This your great love revives me, then convey  
All to the Castle, but command these two  
As traitors to be made safe, the ladies shall  
Be under mild restraint.  Pyr. 
villains  Mus. 
You lives shall dearly answer this.  
We must obey the tyrant, were our hands  
At liberty, and armed with our good swords  
We should not off so tamely.  Exit. Dam. 
Come away traitors.  Philon. 
Well remembered you.  
Are not to be discharged, lodge him safe too.  Dam. 
Who I, he does not mean me, my Lord these fellows.  Phi. 
Take him a way, a traitor with the rest,  Enter Messenger. Dam. 
Away away  Reb. 
So you must sir  Dam. 
Would I might never see my wife and children in my right wits, if I be a traitor that's enough my Lord, they'll carry me away too.  Reb. 
d'ye remember a clean halter? come on sir.  Exit Phi. 
King Evarchus sayst?  Mess. 
He has but a small train my lord.  Phi. 
Alas he comes too late to visit, but  
Most seasonable to be a judge in this  
Great cause, take gently up that royal body  
Whose souls a star already, all that we  
Can pay is justice to his memory.  Exeunt  

Actus Quintus.  Enter Smipathus, Pamela, Philoclea. Pam. 
GOod Master jailor you might be so courteous in your office to let us see these Gentlemen,  Sim. 
Madam I dare not,  Pam. 
'Tis well you dare obey King Philonax and be a rebel to me, the time may come you will repent.  Sim. 
Confident that you will keep your princely words not to interrupt or change any discourse with 'em, I have brought you where you may tho at some distance hear 'em, they are preparing for music, 'tis all I dare consent to, neither durst I tell them you should be with in reach of their voices  Pam. 
Well sir we are content  Song Phi. 
we'll speak with'em but in your hearing,  Pam. 
Do not entreat him sister, pray have a special remembrance to let'em want air and necessaries, you'll 'forfeit your place if you make conscience to be over honest to'em.  Sim. 
I am sorry Madam you accuse my nature  
Which never yet was observed cruel, I  
Would be as just to your commands.  Pam. 
So it seems  Sim. 
Were these misfortunes over  Pam. 
Good sir no tedious excuses nor Apology but proceed you and your great Master Philonax, and he will make you his treasurer, or trust you with his great seal, you cannot choose but be an excellent keeper.  Phi. 
What will become of us?  Pam. 
Nay what will become a'th' Princes, there's my fear, would they were free again, and had but their good swords to second their innocence, I am mad to think what a condition we are fall'n to, prithee Philoclea shed some tears for me, if I weep now it must be for anger that we cannot help 'em, but let the graybeards look too't, for if they suffer, unless they send me of an errand after them, not a head that nodded to their sentence, shall know where to find Shoulders to support'em  Phi. 
'Las sister I want drops for my own grief  
My father's death,  Pum. 
My father, that that hath opened  
The spring again  Phi. 
And although guilty of his blood, for so  
They say our mother hath confessed herself  
I must in duty weep for her.  Pam. 
My mother  
That word strikes double sorrow, and doth call  
A flood to drown my eyes, shall we not see her?  Phi. 
She could not kill him sure, did ever grief  
So soon make such a pair of Orphans, our  
Fortunes are so strange and thick, posterity  
Will think our story fiction, and yet  
It seems theyare not so great to break our hearts  
A'th' sudden, I would willingly die too  
But I remember Pyrocles  Pam. 
And I my dear loved Musidorus, at which name  
My tears dry up, and black revenge prepares  
Thy throne within my blood, but Simpathus  Sim. 
Madam  Pam. 
Are not the Princes sent for yet?  Sim. 
Not yet  Pam. 
I prithee tell me how they look; what say they to thee?  Phi. 
Do they name us?  Sim. 
It hath been all their question, how both their  
Princely mistresses do fare, for so  
They call you Ladies, when I answer well  
Their joy shoots up in prayers that you may still  
Continue safe.  Phi. 
Do they not rail sometimes and curse?  Sim. 
I never heard'em  Pam. 
Canst thou be such a fool then to believe  
They are murderers?  Sim. 
I do not believe they are  Pam. 
Do not if thou dar'st be a Knave, and try if the Devil will bear you out in't, we must not see'em  Sin. 
Alas Madam  Pam. 
Nor speak to our mother,  Sim. 
I am commanded  Pam. 
Thou shalt not deny us a little discourse with Dametas my old governor since we have no other company.  Sim. 
You shall  Phi. 
His presence could be never more unwelcome  
Beside his follies will but ill agree  
With our affliction  Pam. 
They cannot hurt  
Us sister I have a breast as deeply charged  
As thine although I flatter it, 'tis no sin  
To enable us for bearing— how d'ye Governor?  Enter Dametas Dam. 
How d'ee Madam, 'e'en as you see, as ill as this iron age can make a man  Pam. 
What will they do with thee?  Dam. 
They cannot use me worse than they have; for I am hanged in chains already, I have had three whippings into the bargain to, if they hold such a hand over me long, I shall never be able to sleep in a whole skin.  Pam. 
Had you any hand in my father's death?  Dam. 
Hand, I was so far from having any hand, that I had not so much as a finger in't, no your mother poisoned him with a base viol.  Phi. 
Oh misery!  Dam. 
But Madam, I did not think you had been so dishonest, and you had meant to run away with anybody I thought you would have told me so, but I see a woman and a wet eel have both slippery tails.  Pam. 
You ran away from me.  Dam. 
Who I run? I was never so good a foot man in my life, alas I was told by that rascal Dorus where a great deal of gold was buried, and I went simply with a resolution after I came home to build half a dozen Churches, but now I hear say there is a Gallows built to my hands, and I must hang ding dung like a bell in the wooden steeple.  Pam. 
Speak well of Dorus sirrah, you had more need to pray for him.  Dam. 
Heaven convert him then, and though he live when I am dead he may be rotten as soon as I  Phi. 
Who sent you sirrah to my Chamber?  Dam. 
Sent me, the Devil; and I ha' thrived accordingly, would my wife had broke her neck when I took you together.  Pam. 
Your wife.  Dam. 
Or my daughter, or you or anybody to save the loose of my own sweet Madam speak a good word for me, and I'll— speak another for you, my evidence will be heard, and I care Not what I swear; 'tis not for the King he's dead, I look Every minute for a voice to call me to the Sessions.  Within. Dametas Dam. 
hay there 'tis already, as ever you hope to be married while your maiden heads are sweet; save me from the Gallows, for if I be once hanged I shall never be my own man again.  Exit. Phi. 
They are very hasty to arraign 'em, Pyrocles  
There's nothing left me now but prayers for thee  
With which I'll weary heaven or tire myself  
For thy success.  Recorders, Pam. 
I would do so but I  Flourish. 
Fear my revenge will kill my charity.  Exeunt, Enter Evarchus, Philonax and Slmpathus, The Bear. Euax. 
My Lord your sorrow and not my ambition  
Hath made me judge today, therefore attend  
The proof of your election, I came  
With purpose of a visit to your Master  
But now salute his hearse, and wear a title  
Of your Protector, in which name I gave command  
The prisoners should be sent for.  Sim. 
'Tis done, and they are ready;  Philon. 
My Lord my part today is to accuse  
And not side in compassion.  Enter Gynoecia, Mufidorus, Pyrocles and Dametas guarded: a Bar set out. Eu. 
That the Queen?  Philon. 
Yes, My Lord  Eu. 
She shows a much dejected Lady.  Philon. 
Has she not cause?  Eu. 
Those the pretended Princes?  
Of comely presence both, what's he?  Philon. 
Dametas to whose trust the King gave up  
Pamela his eldest daughter.  Eu. 
Where is she?  Philon. 
Accompanied with her sister in the Castle  
Their presence might occasion some tumult,  
Nor do the Arcadian Laws allow proceeding  
Against the next of blood, as they permit not  
She should determine anything herself  
Till years or marriage enable her.  Dam. 
I will forgive thee Philonax for more malice than thou hast brought against my life, for being so honest to Pamela,  Philon. 
Sir I look not for your thanks  Pyr. 
As you are honourable, I beseech you  
I'th' name of sacred justice, ere you further  
Proceed against our facts declare what you  
Determine of Philolea, who is all Innocence  
And most unjustly suffers, though in thought  
You doubt their virgin honour  Eu. 
She must become a recluse  
And all her life with strict profession  
Of Chastity repair her blemished honour.  Pyr. 
A Vestal?  
Not if I live, yet if I die it carries  
This comfort none hereafter shall enjoy  
The fair Philoclea.  Eu. 
Now to the Queen  Philon. 
Madam stand to the bar.  Gy. 
My bar indeed which I have laid myself  
To bring my honour to a fall and ruin  
Oh my dear Lord my tears do now embalm thee,  
My blood shall quickly follow.  Philon. 
As you are just  
Let not her sorrow tempt you to forget  
What sin she hath committed, I want words  
To express the horror of the deed which will  
Throw shame on all her sex.  Gy. 
Stay Philonax shalt have.  
What thou desirest, I have been a judge already  
Upon myself and do not desire life,  
That am condemned by my own killing sentence  
I do again confess I was the murderer  
Of your and my Lord, robbed Arcadia and  
My children of a father, ay, none but I  
Poisoned Basilius  Pyr. 
Palladius dost hear?  Mus. 
Unfortunate Lady,  Gy. 
And what could Philonax say more against me?  
There remains only to obey your judgement  
Which cannot come in any shape of death  
Too horrid for my sin I'm very weary  
Of this bad world, be just and take a life  
From me that else will groan itself away  
And mock your justice.  Philon. 
You hear my Lord?  Evar. 
And thus proceed to sentence  
Having confessed, to spare your proof how much  
She hath offended, an example to all times  
We censure thus, she shall presently  
Be carried to prison where she may  
Have food but only to sustain her life  
Until her husband's burial, with whom  
In the same vault she shall be closed alive  
To keep his body company from which  
Her cruelty divorced his soul,  Gy. 
You're Just.  Pyr. 
My heart weeps for her  Mus, 
'Tis a severe sentence.  Gy. 
Who binds my hands? Basilius I come  
To be a living guest in thy sad tomb.  Exit. Philon. 
The others to the bar  Eva. 
What are their names?  Pyr. 
Daiphantas of Licia mine  Mus. 
Mine Palladius of Iberia.  Ev. 
We do not dispute their titles here, they are  
Private persons, you may proceed.  Phil. 
I shall, and with as much brevity  Ev. 
Choose whom you'll first accuse.  Philon. 
Then first this Daiphantas, this Zelmane  
This what you will, for he hath yet no name  
Nor shape that we can trust to, having knowledge  
Of our late master's solitary life,  
Came not without a purpose of this treachery  
And by the cunning of Gynoecia  
Ith' habit of a woman was received  
As an unsuspected guest, enjoyed the freedom,  
Of those whom the King placed nearest his bosom,  
His children not more dear, treason thus fortified  
They soon conspired the death of this good King,  
A cave this gentlewoman's, lodging was  
The fatal scene where the unhappy Queen  
By his direction forced his dear life from him  
I omit what lustful motive prompted her  
That with more licence she might twine with this  
hermaphrodite, and that they had appointed  
Where they might meet when this black deed was done,  
But heaven was merciful and prevented her  
Flight by the happy coming in of Shepherds  
In the mean time transported with the confidence  
Of her performance, that he might not leave  
Any revenger of this hateful murder  
He hastily makes up to Philoclea's Chamber,  
Whereby the mingling (what he could) her shame  
With his offence, he easily might enforce  
Her to be accessary to her father's death,  
And under her protection, and her sisters  
('gainst whom they knew we were not to rebel)  
Seize with one gripe the state, but heaven preserved  
All by the unexpected coming up  
Of this Dametas.  Dam. 
Yes heaven and I preserved all.  Philon. 
Who sought then for Pamela  
Which the other Princely thief had stolen away,  
And finding these, I mean Philoclea  
And this young man together, found occasion  
To enclose the ravisher till by command  
They were apprehended: thus you have in short  
His wicked story, and what punishment  
Will not be thought a mercy to that monster  
That kills a King, dishonoureth a Queen,  
And violates the daughter?  Pyr. 
In things promoted with such cunning mixture  
'Tis hard to shape a square and direct answer.  
My accusers sordid and malicious railing  
More grievous to my tender sense of honour  
Then death can be, I forget him  
A thing beneath my anger and armed with  
My own simplicity doubt not to assure  
How much my cause is injured, know Grave judge  
This prince and I drawn hither by the fame  
Of the rare beauties in Basilius daughters  
Knowing that with their parents they lived here  
Secluded from the world, where no access  
In our own persons was to be expected,  
Put on these forms as soonest might conduce  
To make our loves known: this Palladius  
Became so fortunate that his Princely Mistress  
Consented to forsake, and trust his conduct  
To a happier kingdom: my fortune  
Was not so happy, for I did not cherish  
A greater flame, yet modest, of Philoclea  
Then her weak father in my sex deceived  
Retained of me, that tired with his solicits  
I had no time to perfect my desires  
With his fair daughter,  
Till under colour of some devotions  
I made a cave my lodging to invite  
Basilius thither, with full hope to enjoy me,  
But this revealing to the Queen, she took  
My place to make the old King see his follies.  
In the mean time I must confess I went  
To bright Philoclea's Chamber hoping to  
Win her by all the charms of noble love  
To leave Arcadia; but she unhappily  
Obeying her own Genius gave no  
Consent, when in the midst of my security  
I know not by what means I was made prisoner.  
And here's the thread to guide through this labyrinth,  
methinks your man of mighty tongue should blush  
To have spent his rage so poorly.  Ev. 
What ic all this to the death of the old King?  Pyr. 
By all the gods I am innocent  
The Queen hath absolved me, as for Philoclea  
If you will call't a crime in that I loved her  
I am and shall be guilty, but had never  
A thought so rude to force her unstained chastity:  
Or if the honour of this excellent Lady  
Suffer i'th' blind opinion of the world  
Our marriage not my death may cure all wounds  
Malice can fasten on her name.  Philon. 
Oh impudence.  Ev. 
If this be all you have to say proceed  
To his confederate.  Philon. 
The imagination how miserable  
These jugglers would have made us and our Country  
If their disguise had prospered, strikes a terror  
Through all my faculties, my tongue's enfeebled.  
Therefore to omit his practice in the murder  
Which you may easily collect by circumstance  
This is enough to call him a foul traitor  
He did attempt to steal a way out princess  
The hope and treasure of Arcadia  
And taken in the fact dares not deny it,  
Had he no other cry me to answer for  
This pulls severe death on him, and to insist  
Upon offences of so foul a nature  
Were to distrust your wisdom or your justice.  
Thou to their shame of mankind speak to this.  Mus. 
Not for thy sake who in this misery  
Hast only merited to be my scorn  
But for the truth I answer, pardon sir  
If passion make me not remember language  
That should become this place, this ill tongued man  
That with such vehemence accuseth thus  
Is himself guilty.  Philon. 
How?  Mus. 
Of a more hateful vice, ingratitude.  
Is this the payment for our services  
Which once thy tongue acknowledged had deserved  
Statues to the eternal memory  
Of the preservers of your King and Country?  
Is all the valour of this young man canceled  
When Rebels had advanced their daring swords  
High as the throat of your old King, his wife  
And trembling daughters, is the time forgotten  
When wild beasts had prepared their riotous maws  
To bury the dear pledges of your kingdom?  
Oh where had been my treason or his rape  
Had they been then devoured? the ground has not  
Drunk up the blood so perfectly, but there  
Remains a colour to teach impious men  
To blush for their ingratitude, have we  
Been careless of our lives to preserve  
The King when danger threatened horror to him  
And can a temperate man imagine we  
Should be his murderers, we had not saved  
To be ourselves the hangmen? but I'm charged  
For stealing of your Princess, can your breathes  
Acknowledge her your Sovereign, and allow  
No faith to what she says, you have degraded  
My blood from honour, and unless you make me  
Less than her subject I was bound to obey  
When she commanded I should wait upon her,  
But you'll object I counselled her, I did  
And justify the act, she was confined  
Too narrowly, and I durst lead her to  
A throne above the Majesty her birth  
Can challenge in Arcadia, love whose force  
The gods have not resisted may plead for me.  Ev. 
Is this all?  Mus. 
Though it want method 'tis enough to vindicate  
My honour from his base aspersion.  Ev. 
To him you call Dametas  Dam. 
Not guilty my Lord, as I hope to be saved not guilty.  Philon. 
Neglect of the great charge with which the King  
Our Master trusted him sums up his fault.  Dam. 
I was made a gold-finder, I desire justice for him and  
Mercy for myself.  Philon. 
Silence.  Eu. 
I have heard you with attention, and whereas  
To the king's death (the unhappy cause of this  
Assembly) you have answered with denial  
Which you think fortified by the queen's  
self's only accusation, I must tell you  
It frees you not, for though no manifest proofs  
Yet circumstances well examined make you  
The accidental causes of his murder.  
For the other part of your offence I find not  
You have denied your guilt, but only use  
Qualification and excuse; your services  
In themselves high and honourable, allow you  
No privilege to offend, but give your black, faults  
A black die; then justly weighing your offence, you meet  
In equal guilt, for though you first conveyed  
Away Pamela, his intention was  
Early as yours, and by the rules of justice  
The will stands for the act, both ravished  
Although not of the Ladies from themselves  
Yet from their parents and their country, which  
By all the Grecian Laws is paid with death.  
Thus then I must pronounce Daiphantas shall  
Be thrown from some high tower to mere his death,  
Palladius lose his head before Sunset  
The executioner shall be Dametas  
Which office of the common hangman he  
Shall for his whole life execute, a punishment  
For his neglect of duty.  Dam. 
must I be hangman? oh brave, heaven preserve your Lordship, I shall quickly learn the trade, and if ever any of your honours have occasion to use me, I will owe you a good turn, and in token I have been bound to you the knot of my dutiful affection, shall tell a tale in your ear you shall thank me when you are hanged, come your ways, but I beseech your Lordship, I may be allowed a man some times I would be loath to hang or to behead myself, my wife or my own kindred, but if it happen there be more work than he can turn his hands to, I will not stick with him to hang myself, provide you malefactors and let me alone for halters.  Enter Callander and Calodoulus Cala. 
Hold stay the prisoners my Lord Protector  Calo. 
Oh my Lord  Mus. 
My servant Calodoulus by thy duty  
Reveal us not.  Calo. 
Let me rather be dumb eternally  
Than two such princes be lost by my silence.  Ev. 
My son and Nephew are they living?  Calo. 
Your own Pyrocles and his Princely Nephew,  Cala. 
Ask your father blessing, unhand'em rascals.  Philon. 
The two most famous Princes in the world.  Mus. 
'Tis Evarchus thy father Pyrocles, my uncle king of Macedon, all ye gods, my heart is ecstasied with joy.  Pyr. 
My father  Ev. 
My blessing and my tears you both divide.  
Witness with me, ye immortal powers this day  
I have done nothing, but what justice and  
Your native laws require, without the knowledge  
How near they were to my own blood, but since  
They are proved my Son and Nephew  
Endowed by nature richly, and how meriting  
The fame and love of all the world before  
This accident, I leave to your own thoughts,  
Besides these two I have no joys of life.  Cala. 
Excellent Evarchus; why did you change your names?  Pyr. 
To prevent the dishonour of our blood  
If we had suffered  Ev. 
But I have judged already and if right  
I have not wronged, unless the name  
Of child have power to alter sacred justice  
You both must die, though when I speak your death  
It creeps upon my heart.  Mus. 
We dream, is this thy father Pyrocles?  Ev. 
Away with 'em.  Mus. 
'Tis most tyrannical he is thy son.  
Thou wot not be a murderer of thy own?  
Make not thy name hated of all the world  
When it shall say hereafter Pyrocles  
Had no fault in him but he was thy son.  Pyr. 
For me I am his own and being so  
Disposed of by his justice; to whom rather  
I hoped to have been a comfort then a shame  
I kiss my sentence; but you cannot place  
Your Kinsman in the sacrifice his mother  
And country plead a title he is theirs  
Oh save my princely x  Ev. 
Sure I sha'not live  
Long after them, and Gentlemen if I die  
Before I leave Arcadia let my ashes  
Mingle with theirs:  Bas. 
oh oh oh  Dam. 
My Lord, Gentlemen, there's something stirs and groans Come back.  Ev. 
Basilius alive, assist him Philonax.  
He breathes, what streams of joy run through me?  
Send for Gynoecia and his daughters.  Bas 
Why am I supported thus like a dead man?  
What are you?  Ev. 
Evarchus your old friend.  Bas. 
I ha' seen that face before, 'tis like sweet Zelmane.  Ev. 
My son  Pyr. 
But was a counterfeit Zelmane.  Bas. 
Wonders, and you?  Ev. 
My Nephew, prince of Thessaly  Enter Gynoecia, Pamela and Philoclea, Mus. 
Though late your servant Dorus  Bas. 
Very strange; Gynoecia  Gy. 
My dear Lord returned  
A thousand kisses welcome him to life  
Which I was weary of in thy loss.  Bas. 
My daughters  Pam. 
Oh my father  Bas. 
Are you Philonax?  Ev. 
Your trusty servant  Philon. 
The oracle is accomplished.  Bas. 
You amaze me, let me collect  Phi. 
Oh my sweet Pyrocles  Pam. 
We shall not be sepulchred I hope again  Pyr. 
I am your servant ever  Mus. 
Divinest Mistress  Ev. 
Your souls I see are married  
Let me present these princes to be your sons  Bas. 
Is this real?  Gy. 
'Tis dangerous to expect the story.  
I feared the drink, but it may be his virtue  
To increase his love to me, I'll tell you more within sir.  Philon. 
Let me obtain your pardons  Ev. 
To his Chamber lead him gently  Bas. 
All is strange.  Mus. 
Never was day so full of happy change  Flourish: 
FINIS.