Playes written by the thrice noble, illustrious and excellent princess, the Lady Marchioness of Newcastle.

Scene 7.

The Tomb being thrust on the Stage, enter Madam Jantil and a Company of Mourners, but the Lady Jantil was attired in a Garment of rich Cloth of gold girt loosly about her, and a Mantle of Crimson Velvet lined with powdered Ermins over that, her woman bearing up the Train thereof being long, her Hair all un∣bound hung loose upon her Shoulders and Back, upon her Head a rich Crown of Iewels, as also Pendant Iewels in her Ears, and on her Wrists costly Bracelets; when she came in she goeth to∣wards the Tomb, and bows with great respect and devotion thereto, thou speaks, directing her speech to every several Figure.

These following Verses or Speeches were written by my Lord Marquiss of Newcastle.

Lady Iantil.

Pallas and Mercury at thy Death mourned, So as to marble Statues here th'are turned; Mars sheaths his Sword, and begs of thee a room, To 〈◊〉〈◊〉 all his courage in thy Tomb;

Hymen amazed stands, and is in doubt, Thy Death his holy fier hath put out; What various shape of Fortune thou didst meet, Thou scorn'st her frowns and kicks he with thy feet, Now sound aloud the Trumpet of good Fame, And blow abroad his everlasting name.

After this she directs her speech to the outward figures about the Tomb.

The Cardinal Virtues Pillars of thy fame, Weep to see now each but an empty name Only for Painters and for Carvers be, When thy life sustain'd them more than they Thee; Each Capital a sadder Virtue bears, But for the Graces would be drowned in tears; Faith strengthens Fortitude lest she should faint, Hope comforts Prudence as her only Saint; And Charity to Justice doth advance To Counsel her, as Patience Temperance; But wofull Counsellors they are each one, Since grief for thy Death turn'd them all to stone.

Then putting off her rich Garments and Orna¦ments before mentioned, as she was undres∣sing she spake thus.

Now I depose my self, and here lay down, Titles, not Honour, with my richer Crown; This Crimson Velvet Mantle I throw by, There case and plenty in rich Ermins lie; Off with this glittring Gown which once did bear Ambition and fond pride ly you all there; Bracelets and Pendants which I now do wear, Here I devest my Arms and so each Ear; Cut off these dangling Tresses once a crime, Urging my Glass to look away my time; Thus all these Worldly vanities I wave, And bury them all in my Husbands grave.

After this she calls for her other Garments, which was a pure white light silk loose Garment, girt about her with a white silk Cord, and then puts on a thin black Veil over it, and then takes a Book in her hand, but speaks as they were a put∣ting on those latter Garments.

More of my Lord Marquesses, are these.

Lady Iantel.

Put on that pure and spotless garment white, To shew my chaster thoughts, my Souls delight;

Cord of Humility about my waste, A Veil of obscure Mourning about me cast; Here by this sadder Tomb shall be my Station, And in this Book my holy Contemplation.

She turns her self to her Servants.

Farewell my Servants, farewell every one, As you all love me pray leave me alone.

They all go forth weeping.

When they were all gone and she alone, she turns her self to the Tomb.

No dust shall on thy marble ever stay, But with my sadder sighs ile blow 't away; And the least spot that any Pillar bears, Ile wash it clean with grief of dropping tears; Sun fly this Hemisphaer, and feast my Eyes, With Melancholy night, and never rise, Nor by reflection, for all light I hate, Therefore no Planet do illuminate; The twinkling Stars that in cold nights are seen, Clouds muster up and hide them as a Screen, The Centrick fire raise vapours from the Earth, Get and be Midwife for those fogs their birth; Then chilling colds freeze up thy pores without, That trembling Earth-quakes no where may get out; And that our Mother Earth may nothing wear, But Snow and Icicles to curl her hair; And so Dame Nature Barren nothing bring, Wishing a Chaos, since despairs a Spring; Since all my joys are gone, what shall I do, But with the whole World ruined with me too?

Here ends my Lord Marquesses Verses.

Exeunt.