Poems on several occasions written by the Honoura ble Sir Robert Howard.
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Poems on several occasions written by the Honoura ble Sir Robert Howard.
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Howard, Robert, Sir, 1626-1698.
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London :: Printed for Francis Saunders ...,
1696.
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ACT 5. SCEN. 7.
Enter Princess, Phylanter, Amione, Phylena,
and Others.
Prin.
IS this the house, Phylanter?
Phyl.
Yes, Madam.
Prin.
Pray summon it.
Phyl.
'Twill now be yielded, Madam,Far easier than 'twould once. Within there, ho!
Pysander ap∣pears above.
Pys.
How now, what news, O Phylanter?Is your troublesome Worship there again?—how now, the Princesse too?
Now truly Madam, do I thinkI had best call Mironault to unriddle this.—The labour's sav'd.
Mironault appears above too.
Prin.
Mironault.
Mir.
Ha.—
Prin.
Do you not know me?
Mir.
Yes, and others too there.
Prin.
This is injustice Mironault,Can you let wonder keep you thus from me?
Mir.
I had forgot, it's true, 'tis Mirramente,And scrupulous thoughts were sins unpardonable,
He de∣scends.
Pys.
If I should stay to consider what this means,I should be the last should know it;
He comes down.
I'le e'ne descend too.
Prin.
Mircnault,—Though these strange objects
might deserve a storie,
Enter Mi∣ronault.
'Twould take up time, and I shall think it crueltieTo rob thee of one minute's joy, if I can give it.
Miro.
If you can give it? have I thus longLov'd you, and lov'd you religiously, now to haveAll my devotion question'd?Can sick men joy in health? or libertyBe pleasing unto captives? In your kindnesseLies all my health and liberty.
Prin.
Nor will I fear to avow it, dearest Mironault,No thoughts of crossing danger e're shall frightMy Love or me.
And he that parts me from you,Must joyn me to a colder Bride.
Phyl.
And more than you, gallant Mironault,Wonder no more, nor think on stories past,But that to come, Phylanter will appearAs worthy of your friendship,—As he was once of hate—but stayI had forgot to ask your pardon. IndeedHeer's one may better do it, whose fair opinion
He takes Amione by the hand.
—Will promise for me.—
Miro.
Brave Sir, I hated still your crimes not you, so did she,And if she love your Virtues, pray believeI am her brother too.
Phyl.
Madam, I see
Enter Al∣bertus.
A little honesty will make one impudentThat I must now beg pardon for others,That scarsly should have hop't if for my self.
Prin.
Rise my Lord, you need not nowOf any doubt your pardon.
Alb.
Excellent Princesse, I shall deserve hereafterWhat an unjust necessity made me
shun to testifie.
Kisseth her hand.
Prin.
Hyppasus and Pysander, I must not nowForget your share in thanks,That did receive your part in danger.
Pys.
Nay your Highnesse cannot be better pleased than weThat all the danger's past, to say truth,
Come Pysander,The god of Love himself is blind,She, or her estate (I hear) is very fair.
Pys.
Why, is your Highnesse is earnest?And please you shee's some sourscore,A dog were as good a husband for herTo lead her up and down.
Prin.
Madam, Will you consent to have this Gentleman?
Caec.
I have already yielded.
Pys.
And be hang'd 'twas before you were storm'd.
Prin.
Come it shall be a match, shee'l make you
her Executor.
Pys.
Well, wee'l all be marri'd then. HypassusIf you please, you shall have Quinever.
Pin.
We are all happy then; we need not fear,Unlesse my Father frown.
Phyl.
We shall unwillingly throw off againOur Loyalty to him, and yet we shallBe very ready to embrace a witnesse,That we dare dye for Mironault.
Mir.
You nobly all oblige me, and I must tell youMy dearest Princesse that I cannot fear,Whilst I enjoy your Love, for that has rais'd meAbove the power of Fate or danger,Nor have I leisure to think on any thing,But of those joys are falling now upon me,