Poems, viz. 1. A panegyrick to the king. 2. Songs and sonnets. 3. The blind lady, a comedy. 4. The fourth book of Virgil, 5. Statius his Achilleis, with annotations. 6. A panegyrick to Generall Monck. / By the Honorable Sr Robert Howard.
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Poems, viz. 1. A panegyrick to the king. 2. Songs and sonnets. 3. The blind lady, a comedy. 4. The fourth book of Virgil, 5. Statius his Achilleis, with annotations. 6. A panegyrick to Generall Monck. / By the Honorable Sr Robert Howard.
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Howard, Robert, Sir, 1626-1698.
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London, :: Printed for Henry Herringman, and are to be sold at his shop at the sign of the Anchor on the lower Walk of the New Exchange.,
1660.
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ACT. 5. SCEN. 5.
Enter Phylanter, Amione.
Amio.
YOu have now, Sir, performed that civill part,That alwies shall enforce me to esteemThe Lord Phylanter, and may this Sir
She offers him money.
Tell you my thanks.
Phyl.
Madam, reward can not be dueTo this small service, though I may do
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What may perhaps seem to deserveSomething of that nature, but I must firstDesire you to prepare for to believeNot ill of him, that thinks your wrongsDeserve devotions, greater than his trust.
Amio.
What mean you Sir?
Phyl.
Would it not be worth a reward at least?That you might have within your powerThe ease of all your hard misfortunes?
Amio.
Certainly 'twere; the sound bears greater joyThan possibility.
Phyl.
I know sometimes, that Treason seemsBut ugly in the justest cause;Though I believe that never yet,A power like yours commanded it.
Amio.
Still I understand you not, pray to the mat∣ter.
Phyl.
To be short then, know Phylanter loves you,Your seeming kindnesse will have powerTo draw him where you please, for to my breastHe has committed all his thoughts,And bid me judge when I should see you,Whether he had not cause for all his passions,(Indeed he has) so much his crimes are greater;Nor is it more injustice to his trustThan due to you to tell you, if you please,That I may bear some feigned kindnesse from you,I'me sure 'twill bring him any where,That you may easily surprise him.
Amio.
But do you think he has lost his reason so?To trust himself without his guards,
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And his surprifall then will not be easie.
Phyla.
Alas, his reason's like an helplesse friend,Left and forsaken, and nothing but your nameMust be forgiven, that would attempt to lessenHis thoughts from what he has done, you need not fearHe can be over-wise that loves so much,Nor will his reason tell him that 'tis dueTo all his kindnesse.
Amio.
Nor is it sure.
Phyl.
But to his former storie 'tis, and present acti∣ons;For though repentance onely at your nameHas power in his thoughts, yet he contemnsTo have that Virtue on a meaner score,His crimes to all the world besides continue.
Amio.
And they may better be the punishers.
Phyl.
I grant you, were it in their powerAs 'tis in yours, and they would thenDo sure as much for you.'Tis but the least command from you,My life on't, I bring him where you think bestHe may be with most ease surpris'd.
Amio.
But should not you consider?That though this punishment be due from me,The treacherie's unjust in you.How much it is the businesse of mankind
[aside▪ Whilest she turns away and speaks, he throws off his disguise, and lays his sword drawn, with the hilt towards her.
To make a bargain for their honesty,And yet not think how little that will yieldTo others, which they make so cheap,
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Man's like a barren and ingratefull soil,That seldom pays the labour of manuring.How has Philanter injured him, or I obliged him?That I could at first upon a lesser scoreShare with his crimes, and on a meaner nowBasely dislike, as if his choice were just,Whose equall ease accepts and forfeits trust.••'le tell him too 'tis base, how fain would LoveTell his own story, through a nobler cause,And blushes sure as well as I.—It should be for Phylanter—Ha! Deceive me not fond eyes, it can∣not be
she turns and sees him.
I owe amazement now so much——It must arrest me.
Phyl.
Wonder not, fair Amione, nor fearI'le beg your pitty, that contemn my own,And yet for many reasons think I love you;Though I believe my time will hardly giveMe leave to reckon them—Onely consider,That I durst here avow it, I could have faln,Its true, as nobly with my fellows,But much more happier here; I would have weigh'd it tooMore leisurely in reason's scales, till a thoughtOf you broke in, and ended the dispute.I have at my own rate procured my happinesse,Nor have I done lesse sure for you; 'tis the first service,And likely too to be the last I e're shall do you.
Amio.
O Phylanter, you should not trust
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Revenge, and all your crimes at onceIn any power, though I perhapsShall fear to be a murtherer, so to makeMy self as bad as you.
Phyl.
Why I confesse, I willinglyWould be as good as you, but that's a lessonHardly to be learn'd, and yet it looksMuch like the way to read it often;As I have done your vertues.I say not this to tempt a mercy,I have deserved a great deal of unkindnesse;But not so much as now to fallA sacrifice to any but your wrongs.
Amio.
I know not what to say—You may repent, perhaps grow good;Pray try.
Phyl.
'Tis true, I think I might;But 'tis a question still, whe're you'd grow kind.And indeed, the fear of that great dangerMade me contemn the rest. But I trifle time,By all that's charitable, let me not fallBy meaner hands. Hark, some Souldiers.
[a noise.
Use this for pitty's sake.
Enter Souldiers.
Amio.
Alas! ah me!
1.
How now? who have we hear, Philanter?Treason!
2.
Treason, treason!
Phyl.
Nay, then I must use it.
[fight.
Villains, I have a little businesse here,
one falls, t'other flyes.
I might have spared the reason though to you
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They have raised the alarm; yet, Amione,Free me from this mean ruine.
Amio.
Pray put on your disguise again,You may yet scape.
Phyl.
I'me glad it is impossible, you see it is,O Amione; had I but loved you at a lesser rate,I might have found a soberer expression.But yet remember, a mad-man seldom losesHis kindnesse with his judgment.A noise again! hell on their yellings!
[alarm.
Amio.
By that love you bear me,Put on your disguise.
Phyl.
Never, till my safety be worth your care.
Amio.
O Phylanter, though your condition needs it,'Tis too soon for me to say it, yet I will tempt myTo tell you, I would have you safe.
Phyl.
That now my fate is unavoidable, the gods blushesPerhaps provided, lest I should surfeitOf joys in this world; yet I shall haveEnough, if you believe, no dying mindCan have more joy, or living love.'Twas my grief at first to love you, and nowMy fear at last you should not know it.'Twas all my businesse too before my end.I could wish one thing more, to be resolved,Whether in t'other world (where wise-men tell us,There is such store of love) our joy shall beGreatest, to meet those friends we lov'd best here.—but I shall be resolved. In the mean time,What e're becomes of me,
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Let your kind thoughts—admit sometimes this minute's memory.
Amio.
Alas, think of your safety; Hark! they come! yet
[noise.
Let your disguise and me protect you.
Phyl.
When I have your protection—I need need not this disguise,Nor will I wear it. They come.My dear Amione,
Enter Souldiers.
For ever live as happy as I die.
1. 2.
Here! here! on! on! on!
Phyl.
Villains, you shall buy me bravely.
[fight.
Sym.
Hold, on your lives; how, Phy∣lanter?
Enter Sy∣mathocles.
Phyl.
The same, you need not bid me welcome,Nor tempt me much, Symathocles.
Amio.
O Phylanter, be yet more temperate;Pray, Sir, let me obtain a little hearing.
Sym.
You may command it. The Princess!
Enter Princesse, Phylena, Fol∣lowers.
Amio.
O Madam, let me begThat no amazement dwell upon your eyes,Nor any thing but mercy.
Prin.
I have both ready for thy sake—How——Phylanter—VVhat Riddle's this—?
Phyl.
I owe that name indeed, but with less blushesThan I did once.
Prin.
I promised not to wonder, my Amione;But this is strange.
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Amio.
You promised mercy too.
Prin.
Have you an interest in his pardon then?Blush not,I'le ask no more—Phylanter—This story shall be perfect at more leisure,And all things else shall be deferr'dBut my forgivnesse. I do believe(You came to fetch your pardon in so much danger)You can repent or any thing, but deserveThe happinesse preparing for you.
he kisses the Princess hand.
Come, Amione, thou hast brought backAn unexpected friend. May this successeTo every one bring equall happinesse.
[Exeunt.
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