The broken heart A tragedy. Acted by the Kings Majesties Seruants at the priuate House in the Black-Friers.

Flourish. Scaene 2.

Enter Amyclas the King, Ar••••stes, Prophilus, and attendants.

Amy.

The Spart••ne gods are graciou••, our humility Shall bend before their Altars, and per••••••••••

Their Temples with abundant sacrifice. ••ee Lords, Amyclas your old King is entring Into his youth againe. I shall shake on This siluer badge of age, and change this snow For haires as gay as are Apollo's lockes; Our heart leaps in new vigour.

Armo.

May old time Run backe to double your long life (great Sir)

Amy.

It will, it must Armostes, thy bold Nephew, Death-brauing Ithocles, brings to our gates Triumphs and peace vpon his conquering sword. Laconia is a monarchy at length; Hath in this latter warre trod vnderfoot Messenes pride; Messene bowes her necke To Lacedemons royalty: ô 'twas A glorious victory, and doth deserue More then a Chronicle; a Temple Lords, A Temple, to the name of Ithocles. Where didst thou leave him Prophilus?

Proph.

At Pephon Most gracious Soueraigne; twenty of the noblest Of the Messenians, there attend your pleasure For such conditions as you shall propose. In setling peace, and liberty of life.

Amy.

When comes your friend and General?

Pro.

He promis'd To follow with all speed conuenient.

Enter Cretol••n, Calantha, Chrystalla, Philema and Euphrania.

Amy.

Our daughter — Deere Calantha, the happy newes, The conquest of Messene, hath already Enrich'd thy knowledge.

Calan.

With the circumstance And manner of the fight, related faithfully By Prophilus himselfe; but pray Sir, tell me, How doth the youthfull Generall demeane His actions in these fortunes?

Proph.

Excellent Princesse, Your owne faire eyes may soone report a truth Vnto your judgement, with what moderation, Calmenesse of nature, measure, bounds and limits ••f thankefulne•••••• and ioy, 'a doth digest

Such amplitude of his successe, as would In others, moulded of a spirit lesse cleare, Aduance 'em to comparison with heaven. But Ithocles.—

Cal.

Your friend.—

Proph.

He is so Madam, In which the period of my Fate consists: He in this Firmament of honour, stands Like a Starre fixt, not mov'd with any thunder Of popular applause, or sudden lightning Of selfe-opinion: He hath seru'd his Country, And thinks 'twas but his duty.

Crot:

You describe A miracle of man.

Amy.

Such Crotolon, On forfeit of a Kings word thou wilt finde him: Harke, warning of his comming, all attend him.

Flourish.

Enter Ithocles, Hemophill, and Groneas: the rest of the Lords vshering him in.

Amy.

Returne into these armes, thy home, thy sanctuary. Delight of Sparta, treasure of my bosome, Mine owne, owne Ithocles.

Itho.

Your humblest subiect.

Armo.

Proud of the blood I claime an Interest in; As brother to thy mother, I embrace thee Right noble Nephew.

Itho.

Sir, your love's too partiall.

Crot.

Our Country speakes by me, who by thy valour, Wisdome and seruice, shares in this great action; Returning thee, in part of thy due merits, A generall welcom.

Itho.

You exceed in bounty.

Calan.

Chrystalla, Philena, the Chaplet. — Ithocles Vpon the wings of Fame, the singular And chosen fortune of an high attempt, Is borne so past the view of common sight, That I my selfe, with mine owne hands, haue wrought To crowne thy Temples, this provinciall garland; Accept, weare, and enioy it, as our gift Deseru'd, not purchas'd.

Itho.

Y'are a royall mayd.

Amy.

Shee is in all our daughter.

Itho••

Let me blush,

Acknowledging how poorely I haue seru'd, What nothings I haue done, compar'd with th' honours Heap'd on the issue of a willing minde; In that lay mine ability, that onely For who is he so sluggish from his birth? So little worthy of a name, or country, That owes not out of gratitude for life, A debt of Seruice, in what kinde soeuer Safety or Counsaile of the Common-wealth Requires for paiment?

Ca••.

A speaks truth.

Itho.

Whom hea••en Is pleas'd to stile victorious, there, to such, Applause runs madding, like the drunken priests In Bacchus sacrifices without Reason; Voycing the Leader on a Demi god: When as indeed, each common souldiers blood Drops downe ••s current coyne in that hard purchase, As his, whose much more delicate condition Hath suckt the milke of ease. Iudgement commands, But Resolution executes: I vse not Before this royall presence, these fit sleights, As in contempt of such as can direct: My speech hath other end; not to attribute All praise to one mans fortune, which is strengthed By many hands. — For instance, here is Prophilus A Gentleman (I cannot flatter truth) Of much desert; and, though in other ranke, Both Hemophil and Groneas were not missing To wish their Countries peace; for in a word, All there did striue their best, and 'twas our duty.

Amy.

Courtiers turne souldiers?— we vouchsafe our hand. Obserue your great example.

Hemo.

With all diligence.

Gron.

Obsequiously and hourely.

Amy.

Some repose After these toyles are needfull•• we must thinke on Conditions for the Conquered; they expect 'em. On, — come my Ithocles.

Euphr.

Sir with your fauour, I need not a supporte••.

Proph.

Fate instructs me.

Exeunt. Ma••••n•• Hemophill, Gro••••a••, Chris••alla et Philema.

Hemophill stayes, Chrystalla, Gro••••as, Philema.

Chry.

With me?

Phil.

Indeed I dare not stay.

Hem.

Sweet Lady Souldiers are blunt,— your lip.

C••ris••.

Fye, this is rudenesse; You went not hence such creatures.

Gron.

Spirit of valour Is of a mounting nature.

Phil.

It appeares so: Pray in earnest, how many men apeece Haue you two beene the death of?

Gron.

Faith not many; We were compos'd of mercy.

Hemo.

For our daring You heard the Generals approbation Before the King.

Christ.

You wish'd your Countries peace: That shew'd your charity; where are your spoyles, Such as the Souldier fights for?

Phil.

They are comming.

Chri.

By the next Carrier, are they not?

Gr••••

Sweet Philena, When I was in the thickest of mine enemies, Slashing off one mans head, anothers nose, Anothers armes and legs.

Phil.

And altogether.

Gron.

Then would I with a sigh remember thee; And cry deare Philena, 'tis for thy sake I doe these deeds of wonder:— dost not lo••e me With all thy heart now?

Phil

Now as heretofore. I haue not put my loue to vse, the principall Will hardly yeeld an Interest.

Gron.

By Mar•• I'le marry thee.

Phil.

By Vulcan y'are forsworne, Except my mind doe alter strangely.

Gron.

One word.

Chri.

You lye beyond all modesty,— forbeare me.

Hem.

I'le make thee mistresse of a City, 'tis Mine owne by conquest.

Chri.

By petition; sue for't In Forma pauperis: — City? Kennell. Gallants Off with your Fathers, put on aprons, Gallants; Learne to reele, throm, or trim a Ladies dog, And be good quiet soules of peace Hobgoblins.

Hem.

Christalla?

Chri.

Practise to drill hogs, in hope To share in the Acorns. Souldiers? Corn••cutters; But not so valiant: they oft times draw blood, Which you durst neuer doe. When you have practis'd More wit, or more civility, wee'll ranke 〈◊〉〈◊〉 I th list of men: till then, braue things at armes

Dare not to speake to vs, — most potent Groneas.

Phil.

And Hemophill the hardy, — at your seruices.

Gron.

They scorne vs as they did before we went.

Hem.

Hang 'em, let vs scorne them, and be reueng'd.

Eexunt Chri. at Philema.

Gron.

Shall we?

Hem.

We will; and when we sleight them thus, Instead of following them, they'll follow vs. It is a womans nature.

Gron.

'Tis a s••••ruy one.

exeunt o••••ies.