The heroick-lover, or, The infanta of Spain by George Cartwright ...

The sixth Scene:

Enter Zorates and Selucious.

Selu.

BUT what if the King o'recomes, and gets the day, VVhat will become of us? we cannot run away. The Sea-ports ev'ry where are so secur'd, VVe cannot hope t'escape, be you assur'd. Nor in the City, can we shelter have, For ev'ry man himself will strive to save; And rather then their lives, and fortunes loose, Be ready for us, for to make a noose.

Zor.

Still fears, and doubts, 'tis ominous I swear, And does presage our ruine I do fear. Success in ought attempt, is only when, VVe march on boldly, and nee're look back agen. The Gods are just, and will reward our care, Much better then you think for, never fear. Besides, do not the Prophets of our Age, Tell us, we shall prevail against their rage, They know the mind of Heav'n, to which we must, And ought in reason too, for to give trust.

Selu.

Were not our cause, much better then their skill, For all their Art, I shoo'd be fearfull still. Their knowledge is not certain, so to be, Nor trusted too, as infallibility. They oft'ner miss, then hit the mark I know, How e're the vulgar sort, they cozen so.

Crocus enters.

Cro.

The King is victor, and the City flies To him for mercy, with exceeding cryes. There's nought discours••d, but Presents for the King, And how they may, contentment to him bring.

How that they may, procure his wonted grace, And like loyal Subjects, look him in the face.

Zor.

Then we are lost, and by the people too, We shall be left, which is our double wo. They that to a multitude, will trust, Are worse then mad, although the cause be just. Just, or unjust, to them it is all one, Success having pow'r, to make it so alone.

Selu.

'Tis true it has, amongst the vulgar sort, But with the best, it has but mean report. Men that have reason, for to judge aright, In ought success, take not so much delight, So to abuse their judgement, as conclude, The cause is just, cause conquest is refus'd. Well, be't how 'twill, how ever I have been Drawn in by you my Lord, thus overseen, I ever thought, the course that we did take, Woo'd one day make your head, and mine to ake,

Cro.

What? no reward for this so happy news?

aside.

I've known the time, my pains not so to loose.

Zor.

I ever thought, your fear woo'd us undo, Wherefore my Lord, farewell, farewell, adieu.

Offers to go.

Enter the Maior of the City, with his Common-Council, and Officers.

Maior.

Stay Traytors, stay, and leave your heads behind, To pacifie, an'appease, his Graces mind. We had not thus resisted, had not you, With your perswasions, urg'd us thereunto. You've drawn us in, and we will draw you out, And leave you to his mercy, without doubt.

Exeunt.

Enter King, with his Life-Guard.

King.

Break down the City Gates, and likewise then Bring us the heads, of those rebellious men. My Lords that are restrain'd, at freedom set, With fire, and sword, make way to all that let.

Sotus enters.

Sotus.

Implease you Sir, now at your Palace Gate, The City with those Traytors, now do wait, With halters 'bout their necks, to testifie, Their true compunction, to your Majestie.

King.

This forc't repentance, never can be good, 'Tis as un••holsom, as water in the blood. Where is the man, to save himself will not Counterfeit a grief, so to be forgot? That is a baite, Rebellion layes to catch An easie faith, a greater harm to watch. VVe will not so be cosen'd, they must die, Not our will so much, as our necessity. My Lord you're welcome, to us once agen,

Cardinal and Admiral enters.

VVhom never more, we ever thought t'have seen. Such was the fury, of this peoples rage, VVhich nothing but a Crown, coo'd them asswage. Or your dear lives, which are to us so dear, Rather then lose▪ our Crown wee'd never wear.

Card.

Sir such expressions, we do not deserve, But from our duty, we will never swerve. Restraint, nay life it self, is too too low, A pledge of that allegiance, we do owe. Our being here, woo'd but a burthen be To us, wer't not to 〈◊〉〈◊〉 your Majestie.

Enter Prince, and Princess Flora, with the Spanish Train, and the rest of the Officers of the Army.

King.

There comes th' I••••anta whom we long'd to see, And did expect, with such impatiency. VVelcome fair Flora, welcome to our Land, VVe, and all our Subjects, are at your Command. No wonder at our conquest, since your eyes, Have pow'r alone, to kill and sacrifice.

Princess.

VVrong not the valour; of these Heroes so, As that this Conquest, ought to me does owe Nor yet the justness, of your cause Great Sir, Which now has ended, all this coyle and stir. Though cause thereof, I shoo'd be glad to be, Withall my soul, to serve your Majestie: All my ambition is, implease your Grace, In your favour, to have a servants place. And to your Laws, so like a Subject live, That to your people, I may pattern give.

King.

You are not only fair, but humble too, But such humility, becomes not you. It does become you better, ev'ry way Sweet Madam, to command, then to obey. Which like a Princess, freer then in Spain, You in our Kingdom, shall command and raign. But what can we, unto these Grandees say, For all the pains, that they have took this day! And to these Beauties, which have left Spain sad, And full of tears, and sighs, to make us glad: But bid them welcome, to our Royl Cou••t, And study how, to make their time seem short!

G. C.

FINIS.