Heraclius, Emperour of the East a tragedy
Corneille, Pierre, 1606-1684., Carlell, Lodowick, 1602?-1675.


Phocas, Heraclius taken for Martian, Martian taken for Leontius, Crispus, Pulcheria, her women, Guards, and Attendants.
MArtian, thou knowst with what Paternal cares
I've bred this Serpent, who ungrateful dares
Spit her bold venom in her Sovereign's face,
My Person, and my Government disgrace,
Lay plots, partake with Traytors to my Crown,
And cares not who she raise to pull me down;
Her death is just, so to prevent all harms,
She hath no Sanctuary but thy Arms.
taken for Martian.
And why should I an Enemy protect?
No Sir, I so your dignity respect,
That I must tell you, you do shew mistrust
In your own Right, declare her Title just,
By pressing this; What need I marry her,
Since I'm your son? that title I prefer.
He wears a Crown with slav'ry all his life,
Who hath no better title than a Wife:
Mine is a double right, as may be said,
That now descends, of which you conquest made.
They speak the Father, not the Son, these words;
Was ever conquest made with civil swords?
Abhor'd Rebellion all good men do call
A Traitors rise by a just Princes fall.
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I am thy Prince, and justly thou shalt die:
Such justice well becomes thy tyranny.
Th' hast kept me like a Lamb, suffer'd to feed,
The Wolf wants meat, and innocence must bleed.
Nor speak I this that I repine at death,
I scorn a life depends upon thy breath.
taken fer Martian.
She must not die, be carefull of your self,
Lest when you ship-wrack her you meet a shelf;
The winds blow high, take heed Sir, how you steer,
The storm that rose far off, increases here;
The Peoples discontents would grow more bold,
Desperate, if once to them her death were told;
On her great merit they have fixt their eies,
And in her safety, Sir, our safety lies.

Why then are you so careless of her love?

taken for Martian.

I want that worth that her great heart should move.


Who hath it then, or who durst so aspire?

taken for Martian.
It is not such if done by my desire.
True friendship, Sir, is such a powerful charm,
That e'n to marry her shall do no harm.
When dead Mauritius does such vigor give
To this supposed Son, now said to live,
Dost thou not think a real Son-in-law
Would claim the Crown, and keep us still in awe?
But thou wilt say, 'tis trusted to a friend,
Crowns once in question, there's no tie can bind.
taken for Martian.
When married meanly, that will bate her pride;
She rather seeks how to be Deifi'd,
Page  10Scorns an Alliance, would her fortune prove,
And her dead kindred only seems to love.
We'l send her to them out of love, not hate;
Who not supports, may yet disturb our state.
Pulcheria, though your pride would never yet
Grant any thing to me that I thought fit,
But call me Tyrant, yet so kind I'le prove,
To send you quickly to your friends above.
Exit Phoc. Crisp. &c.