The tragedy of Ovid written by Sir Aston Cokain, Baronet.

Scaena Quinta.

Enter Captain Dacus, Cacala, Cypassis, Floretta, and Spinella.

Cypas.

It was a lamentable Spectacle We met withall as we came hither.

Dacus.

An usual one, a dead man: We Souldiers smile upon a thousand such.

Cypas.

Bassanes was an extraordinary per∣son.

Dacus.

Caesars, and Lords, must die.

Caca.

You talk of trifles. The story I related you Of my Master Captain Hannibal's being took away with Devils,

Deserves to be call'd terrible indeed. Hell broke loose on him, Devils, and Devils-Dams Seiz'd both upon him. He would fain have hung An arse, but no resistance could prevail: Away they hurried him, and left me in So great a fear, I know not how I came home.

Flor.

Thou hast told us too much of this al∣ready, And too often.

Caca.

'Twill never out of my Memory.

Flor.

Nor from thy tongue I fear.

Caca.

Oh fear the Gods, Mistress Floretta, fear them; Take heed the Devils show you not such a Trick: Turn virtuous, pretty One, and marry me; For I do love thee above woman-kind: Show thy self therefore to me a kind wo∣man.

Flor.

Though I am sorry my Hannibal is pe∣rish'd so; I cannot call him back; And must some care Take of my self. And therefore Cacala I'le be thy wife. All his remaining Goods Are ours.

Caca.

And I have something too to trust to

In my own Country.

Cypas.

Here's a Match soon made up.

Flor.

We will return to Rome.

Caca.

With all my heart.

Dacus.

And will my fair Spinella prove as kind

Spinel.

Now Lord Bassanes is dead, I am con∣tent To receive Captain Dacus for my Husband: Mother! I hope of your allowance to it.

Cypas.

And you shall have it. The gods grant you joy.

Dacus.

My Mother Cypassis now indeed!

Cypas.

You knew her Father. He was your Countryman And a fine Gentleman, when he in Rome Did marry me; I else should never have been Content t' have liv'd in so remote a Pro∣vince. Though his good nature, and many losses at Sea Melted a way most of his Land; we have Silver and Gold enough to make you live In plenty.

Dacus.

Mother, I kiss your reverent hand In gratitude. What my own means may prove Deficient in, my valour shall supply.

Spin.

We'l have no fighting nor any quarrel∣ling:

I am for Peace. Love hates the noise of War.

Dacus.

You are too timorous; grow as affe∣ctionate; For thus I print my Soul upon thy lips.

Caca.

Let us go home, send for a Priest of Hy∣mens, And presently each Couple on's be married.

Omnes.

Agreed, agreed.

Caca.

I dare not lye alone to night for fear My Captain, or his Friends, should give me a visit.

Spinel.

Was Hannibal a Gentleman by birth?

Dacus.

My pretty One— Brave Hannibal the famous Carthaginian, Who march'd like Mars, even to the walls of Rome, And fought against that Senate for the worlds Empire, In one of's Winter-Quarters at Salapia, Obtain'd th' affection of a Beautiful Lady, Call'd Issidora: And from them he was Descended lineally; as he lately told me.

Spinel.

And is now Descended to the Devil; we have heard how.

Exeunt omnes.