Five nevv playes, viz. The English moor, or the mock-marriage. The love-sick court, or the ambitious politique: Covent Garden weeded. The nevv academy, or the nevv exchange. The queen and concubine. / By Richard Brome.
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Five nevv playes, viz. The English moor, or the mock-marriage. The love-sick court, or the ambitious politique: Covent Garden weeded. The nevv academy, or the nevv exchange. The queen and concubine. / By Richard Brome.
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1659.
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ACT 5. SCENE 3.
King. Justinus. Eudina. Thymele. Attendants.
King.
No answer, no return? Must I intreat,Yet have my undeserved favours slighted?
Thy.
Yet, Sir, your Kingly patience.
King.
Stupid folly'Twere longer to attend. My vow is pastAnd register'd in heaven; the minute isAthand, that calls down thonder on me, whichNo tear, or prayers can mollifie or aver'••,If I upon so long deliherationShall falsifie. So, call in Stratocles.
Exit. Attendants.
Eud.
O my dread father. Yet one hours patienceTill Eupathus or Disanius return.One short, short hour: I may not live so long.His wife you nam'd; though you may force me take him.
They will forgive. Give them your imitationIn mercy, as in power on earth. I know DisaniusWent not in vain to call'em to your presence.And him that he brings first into this roomO Philocles or Philargus I will take,Though he precede the other but one foot,I have it by inspiration from the Gods.
King
You are full of dreams.
Thym.
This cannot, Sir, be longIn tryal. King Yet I am not bound to waitOn those ingrateful men. O Stratocles,
Enter Strato.
You have from your late Errors, which your thenHead-strong ambition hurried and cast you inWith that humility purg'd your self, that IConceive you now a temperate Man; and amInstructed by the clemency of the GodsTo cherish and reward your vertue. ThereforeFrom their divine appointment, as my hands—
Eud.
(O mighty, Sir—
King
Dare not to disobey me)Receive Eudina.
Str.
Royal King and Master,Mistake not so the pleasure of the Gods.My forfeit life you have forgiven me:Your Kingly power and grace might do it. YouHave given it freely: but I took't with caution,By future service to make good your gift:But for my forfeit love to fair Eudina,And my lost honor to the twin-born brothers,There can be no redemption, if I addBy acceptation of your bounteous offerA second trespass, greater then the former.
King
Do you refuse her then.
Str.
In hope shee'l pleadMy pardon to your grace.
Eud.
The Gods have wroughtEffectually for me.
King
Strangely, unexpectedAre you become a suppliant Placilla?
I expected, rather,News from your unkind brothers. See Justinius,The Commons, rather then I shall bestow
kneels.
My daughter upon Stratocles, do beseech meTo take a further time.
Just.
Y'are happy, Sir,In his refusal and in their request.They are fair predictions of ensuing joyesTo you, your daughter, and the Kingdom, IfI may be worthy to divine so much.
King
How ere thy divination proves, thy wishIs worth our thanks. And we may have
Enter Eupathus
Glad tidings presently. Now EupathusWhere is Disanius, Philocles, and Philargus?Why come they not?
Eup.
They are all at hand my liege.This paper may excuse their stay.
King
O do
The K••reads the paper.
They plead excuse then?
Thym.
I am full of fears.
Eud.
And I of sodain joy.
Plac.
Pray all be well.The King has struck his breast, and seems perplext.
King
Justinius, Stratocles, read here this Paper.Go Eupathus, and let them enter. Stay.Yet go, bring them in their prescribed manner.I'le send the woman off, whose sodain griefMay be a bar to our proceedings. Madam—
Thy.
I fear that Garrula has detected me.
King
I must intreat a while your absence, Lady.
Thy.
May I presume to ask your reason, Sir.
King
My will has been above your question. Pray,Let me request you go.
Thy.
I know obedience.
King
And go Placilla, send old Garrula to me.
Thy.
Now tis most evident. O mighty, Sir,Conceive not worse of me then Garrula.Let us appear together.
King
What means this?
Thy.
You may be pleas'd to hear me first.
King
Pray pull notMore weight upon your breast then you can bear,
I must obey. However tis too lateTo change the resolution of my fate.
Exit. Thym. Pla.
King
I have not known her thus. I fear destractionFore-runs the voice of grief, as to prevent it.Heaven knowes I call'd for Garrula, but to send herWith best directions to prepare and armHer tender soul against the sting of sorrowBefore it should approach her. But EudinaYou must be valliant; and not let the sightOf death in others shake your confidence.
Eud.
How means your majesty?
King
Suppose that bothYour fatal lovers, Philocles and PhilargusSlept in the caves of death.
Eud.
I should not live then;
King
Suppose his desteny had cut off one,And, in him, all the impediments, that crostYou in th' enjoying of the other, sayWhich could you wish surviver? But you haveDeclar'd your constant purpose to possessThe first Disanius brings into this presence.Come; one is dead. There is a strict necessityYou know it. Now collect your Reason: For 'tis notYour passion for the dead; nor your dislikeOf Stratocles; no though my subjects yeeld youA longer time, shall make me tempt the Gods
Recorders. Ent. Disanius be∣fore a herse. Phi∣locles after. Varil∣lus manacled and led by Tersu••us. Euputhus supports Philocles, as ready to sink with grief.
By breaking of my vow. Be stedfast then,As you respect a father; and take courage.See Philocles lives.
Eud
Philargus thenIs brought in dead be••ore him by Disanius;And unto him the first to be brought inMy faith was vow'd; and he is now my choice.
King
What being dead? Could you affect'em soEqually, both alive, that you forboreTo chuse, because you could not have'em both;
The herse set down. Eudinae kneels to it. Philo. kneels
What Love, what madness call you this? good Gods,Throw not your wrath upon me in destruction on the other
Just.
Nor let your passion Master you great, sir, side,As sodain grief does her. But give a littleScope to her sorrow. Shee will soon returnAnd meet her Reason in obedienceTo your desires.
King.
I thank thee good Justinius.
A Song.
During which Disanius &c. discourse with the King. Di∣sanius seems to acquaint the King with the manner of Philargus death, pointing at Varillus. The King seems much troubled; but at the end of the song, (as by the Kings appointment Disanius rais∣eth Philocles, and Justinius raiseth Eudina, and bring them to the King while Eupathus with the At∣tendants go forth with the herse, the Recorders play∣ing. which done,
King.
Your virgin tears and vowes ore your lost loveI did attend with pardon, my Eudina,I•• hope you are now compliant to my will.
Dis.
Grieve not your father Madam.
Eud.
I ha'done;And as the Gods direct him to command me,I must and will obey.
Dis.
So that's well said.
King.
The Gods have pleas'd Eudina to determineYour doubtful choice, reserving PhiloclesUnto your love without competitor:Therefore it now remains that he be takenInto your liking; whom I have decreedMy successor.
Eud.
His merits are aboveMe and this land; In which what interestMy birth hath given me I resign to him.Onely let me beseech a further respite.
For what? the celebration? I consent;But for the contract, this imediate hourShall see it knit beyond all dissolution.
Dis.
I that I thirst to see.
King.
Give me your hands.
Eudina gives her hand.
Yours Philocles.
Dis.
Why give you not your hand,Dare you not trust the King with't? should he nowShew a jades trick and flie back.
Philoc.
I beseechUnder your highness Pardon, yet, a respite.
Dis.
More respits yet? Was ever hopeful matchDriven so round about?
King.
Why this delay?
Philoc.
My brothers blood cries in me for your justiceWhich must be executed on his murdererBefore I safely can, or dare possessHis interest in the faith of fair Eudina.
Dis.
O, is that all? that may be soon dispatch'd.Come forwards Poysoner. Good your Majesty,For expedition, make me his judge,And hangman too (I care not) rather thenSuffer this match hang o'the tenters thus.
King
Has he confes'd the fact?
Dis.
Yes, yes to me.I beat it out of him. Quickly good King.
King
Your patience good Disanius Sirrah speak.
Var.
It was my act. But may your mercy lookUpon my love in it unto my Lord.
King
Your Lord shall be your j••dge then.
Philoc.
I ad∣judge himTo sharp but lingring tortures (for his deathAlone can yeeld no satisfaction)Tortures that may draw in, by his confession,As accessaries with him, all the homicidesThat are i'th' Kingdom.
Dis.
A hard matter that.
Philoc.
Nor can I think his onely brain and handsCompos'd the poyson.
Dis.
Hang him, hee's a Barber,And uses Aqua fortis, oyl of Vitriol,Mercury, and such like, to cleanse his Rasors.
'Tis good that you Varillus clear your conscienceAnd, if you had confederates in the fact,Give up their names.
Ter.
Varillus, I suspectDoris joyn'd hand with you in my Lords death.
Dis.
What's that you mutter?
Ter.
It shall out my Lord;The handmaid Doris put him on't; I know'tBy what she said to us both we being her lovers.
Dis.
The Taylor proves an honest man: becauseHe cannot have the wench himself, he'll hang her.
Var.
Of her I had the poyson, tis confest.
Exit Tersulus
Dis.
O that whore. King. Find her and drag her hither.
Enter Thymele.
Thy.
Where's my Philargus? Give me yet his body,That with a mothers tears I may imbalm it.
Dis.
You have heard the wosul newes then; but my sisterCould grief recal Philargus, we would weepA second deluge for his reparation;Renew his breath by sighing, and awake him,With grones out of his Sepulchre.
Thy.
AlreadyHave you inter'd him then? you made strange hast.Was it your subtlety to send me hence,Fearing my cries might have reviv'd him, king?And so again delay'd your daughters marriage?I have enough to cross it yet Philargus
Dis.
What's that?
Str.
Destraction sure.
King
My fear foresaw't.
Thy.
You are deceiv'd, for from my depth of so••row,Through this thick film o•• tears, I can perceiveYou are about to joyn the hands and faithsOf Philocles and Eudina,
King.
Is not thatEnough to dry your tears, and shew, you thatThe Gods were rather merciful in leavingThis son, then rigorous in taking ••other?
Dis.
Or would you now, cause you have lost Philargus,Kill Philocles too by crossing of this contract?
Nay I am here before you Garrula,And now will tell the long hid secret for you.And if I erre in it, disprove me.
Gar.
Tell't then.My faltring tongue will fail me. I can hear tho'.
Drink••
Thy.
This contract must not be.
King
You then must yeeldMore reason then I find you have.
Thy.
Your selfCan never make it. You will sooner joynThe Wolfe and Lamb. Falcon and Dove together.
King
No trifling I command you Thymele.
Philoc.
If you be serious, Mother, hold us notIn this suspence.
Thy.
Let not the royal bloodOf Thessaly be stain'd with an incestuous match.
King
How!
Gar.
She sayes right. They are both your lawful chil∣drenBy your own vertuous Queen now in—Elisium.
King
What dreams are these of your distemperd heads,
Thy.
This is no dream or fable. But unfain'd
Sip.
As truth it self: Which with your gracious leaveI shall demonstrate, humbly craving pardonFor my so long concealment, as I'le yeeldDue reason for it.
King.
Freely speak, you have it.
Thy.
You may remember in your civil wars,(Those cruel warres, as I may justly stile' em)In which my husband fell—
Dis.
O my brave brother!
Thy.
When open Rebels and domestick TraytorsPursu'd your Crown and life; your gracious QueenTo have been brought to bed; and was beleev'dTo have miscarried by an abortive birth.
King.
True: In her flight she was constrain'd to takeA neighbouring cottage; and use the helpOf the Swains wife.
Gar.
That swain-ess was my self,Though my deserts have glorified me since:And by my help (and somewhat of the Gods)
Th'affrighted queen (yet wise in that extremity)Suspecting that the innocence of her babeBorn to a Kingdom, could not be secur'dIn those combustions from apparent danger,Sent him to me in private, then in travelOf my Philargus—Charging me to fainA second labour, with the Midwifes aid,For Philocles: I did, and was reputedMother of both.
King
I cannot think our QueenWould keep us ignorant of so good a Fortune.
Thy.
I mov'd her oft to tell you. But she answer'd,All is not sound, There's danger, yet; And whenAfter Eudyna's birth she felt her selfAt point of death, she strictly did enjoynMe and this woman, onely conscious with her,By oath of which she had prepar'd this copy
A paper.
In her own hand, to keep it silent, tillPhilocles should be able to secureHimself from treachery; or that your termeOf life expiring, or some accidentOf no lesse consequence requir'd detection.For further proof—
Kin.
My joy forbids more questioningGive me my ••lesh and blood into my bosome.Thrice happy Fathers if your Children wereBorne to you thus of perfect Age. But whereIs now a Match for my Eudina. IHave here a successor.
A shout within and crying Philargus, Philargus. &c.
King.
Hah! Voyces i'th Ayre that cry Philargus?
Eud.
Voyces that do tell me, I must follow himUp to the heavens, and there be married to him.
You need not pull meFor that mans love, I laid thy Lord to sleep:Had I lov'd thee best, then his Lord had slept.
Dis.
How does he sleep? speak impudent baggage, how?
Dor.
How? With a powder, Sir, which my own fatherA skilful pothecary prepar'd; who, ifPhilargus dye, shall hang with us for Company.
Dis.
Your father?
Dor.
Yes, But now the perils past.See, if he sleep, tis walking.
Enter Philargus Eupathus.
Philoc.
Ha! Philargus.Or but the shade; the spirit of my friend.
Philar.
Be not amaz'd, as at an apparition.
Thy.
Doth my son live? O then I have enough.
Dis.
Come hither. come hither you three. I will dis∣chargeThe scene of you▪ Thy love unto thy Lord(Though somewhat unadvisedly imploy'd)Deserves reward; Ile see it given thee,Thy Lord and King shall thank thee: take thy wench,She has love in her wit, and wit in her anger.I like the luck of things; that ill intentsShould bring forth good events. Thy faithfulnessTo thy Lord too was happy. Go, I▪le see you
Ext. Var. Ter Dor.
All royally rewarded. How now Geron?
Ger.
My Lord I see here's joy towards, as why—
Ent. Ger.
Dis.
'Slife, stand not Whiloming now man:but be brief.
Ger.
Cry mercy. I had left it. But my LordTo celebrate the flowing joyes in Court,I and my Countrey heads have fram'd a Masque,Rather an antick dance, rather a countrey toy,Rather a Rustick round; rather a—
Dis.
Hoy day!Thy Rather's worse then thy Whilom. Dost knowWhat time o'day 'tis.
To be presented at the Princess weddingAnd, if you think it meet, I will induceThe practise of it presently. As why—
Dis.
Go fetch the heads and heels, I'le stay the King,To see and laugh at'em. That's grace enough.
Exit Geron.
King
Philargus you have much to know; the whichWe will Eudina tell you, now shee's yours.Receive her and our blessing.
Philar.
Were I dead(As I was thought to be) your name pronounc'dOver my grave, beyond all Necromancy,Would call fresh blood into my veins again;Strengthen my nerves, to break the Iron gatesOf death; and force my joyful spirit fromTh' Elisian Paradise to live with you.
King
You shall not be a looser Thymele:Philocles shall be yours, and in exchangePlacilla mine.
Philoc.
To me my beauteous spouseThou art as Juno to her Jupiter,Sister and wife.
Thy.
Your highness may be pleas'dNow at so happy leasure to perpendThe Oracle; which truly hath effectedEach word of the prediction.
King
Who can repeat the answer, I ha'lost it.
Dis.
I have it.Contend not for the jewel, whichEre long shall both of you inrich.
Philoc.
Eudina does so: me in a dear sister.
Philar.
Me in a Peerless wife.
Dis.
Pursue your fortune: for 'tis sheShall make ye what you seem to be.
Philoc.
She has done that too: For now indeed w'are brothers
Will your Majesty yet sitAnd see the practise of a presentation,Against the Marriages by your Swains of TempeWith thanks; and give it all the grace we may?
Ger.
From Tempe plains, the Tempe Swains
Enter Geron and the Swains and Nymphs for the dance.
With mirth aud Melody,With Dance and Song do hither throngTo greet your Majestie.
Gar.
O there, look there, Madam my Son, and allMy old Temperian Neighbours.
Ger.
We cannot hope in all our scope,To gain much praise for skill,But it shall be enough, if yeAccept of our good will.
The Dance.
King.
My thanks to all.
All
Heaven bless your Majesty.
Exeunt.
King.
Thanks to Apollo. Let his temple beThe place of our solemnity. His AltarsLet them be laden with Arabian spices;Let his Priests lead, in a devout procession,The horned Sacrifice, mantled with GhirlondsAnd we (our Temples crown'd with Laurel) followWith Musick, sounding Hymen and Apollo.
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