Fifty comedies and tragedies written by Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher, Gentlemen ; all in one volume, published by the authors original copies, the songs to each play being added.

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Fifty comedies and tragedies written by Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher, Gentlemen ; all in one volume, published by the authors original copies, the songs to each play being added.
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Beaumont, Francis, 1584-1616.
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London :: Printed by J. Macock, for John Martyn, Henry Herringman, Richard Marriot,
1679.
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SCENE II.
Enter Cassilanes, Arcanes, Antinous, and Decius.
Cas.
Admit no Souldier near us till the Senate Have took their places.
Arc.
You are obey'd, my Lord.
Ant.
Decius, fall off.
Dec.
I shall.
Cas.
Give leave Arcanes: Young man, come nearer to me: who am I?
Ant.
It were a sin against the piety Of silial duty, if I should forget The debt I owe my Father on my knee: Your pleasure?
Cas.
VVhat, so low? canst thou find joints, Yet be an Elephant? Antinous, rise; Thou wilt belye opinion, and rebate The ambition of thy gallantry, that they Whose confidence thou hast bewitch'd, should see Their little God of War, kneel to his Father, Though in my hand I did grasp Thunder.
Ant.
Sir, For proof that I acknowledge you the Author Of giving me my Birth, I have discharg'd A part of my Obedience. But if now You should (as cruel fathers do) proclaim Your right, and Tyrant-like usurp the glory Of my peculiar honours, not deriv'd From successary, but purchas'd with my bloud, Then I must stand first Champion for my self Against all interposers.
Cas.
Boldly urg'd, And proudly, I could love thee, did not anger Consult with just disdain, in open language To call thee most ungrateful. Say freely, Wilt thou resign the flatteries whereon The reeling pillars of a popular breath Have rais'd thy Giant-like conceit, to add A suffrage to thy Fathers merit? speak.
Ant.
Sir, hear me: were there not a Chronicle Well pen'd by all their tongues, who can report What they have seen you do; or had you not Best in your own performance writ your self, And been your own text, I would undertake Alone, without the help of Art, or Character, But only to recount your deeds in Arms, And you should ever then be fam'd a President Of living victory: But as you are Great, and well worthy to be stiled Great, It would betray a poverty of Spirit In me to obstruct my fortunes, or descent, If I should coward-like surrender up The interest which the inheritance of your vertue And mine own thrifty fate can claim in honour: My Lord, of all the mass of Fame, which any That wears a Sword, and hath but seen me fight, Gives me, I will not share, nor yield one jot, One tittle.
Cas.
Not to me?

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Ant.
You are my Father, Yet not to you.
Cas.
Ambitious Boy, how dar'st thou To tell me, that thou wilt contend?
Ant.
Had I Been slothful, and not follow'd you in all The streights of death, you might have justly then Reputed me a Bastard: 'tis a cruelty More than to murther Innocents, to take The life of my yet infant-honour from me.
Cas.
Antinous, look upon this badge of age, Thy Father's grey-hair'd beard: full fifty years, (And more than half of this, ere thou wert born) I have been known a Souldier, in which time I sound no difference 'twixt War and Peace, For War was Peace to me, and Peace was War. Antinous, mark me well; there hath not liv'd These fifty years a man whom Crete prefer'd Before thy Father; let me boldly boast, Thy Father, both for Discipline and Action Hath so long been the first of all his Nation; Now, canst thou think it honest, charitable, Nay humane, being so young, my Son, my Child, Be got, bred, taught by me, by me thy Father, For one days service, and that on thy first, To rob me of a glory which I fought for A half of hundred years?
Ant.
My case observes Both equity and presidents; for Sir, That very day whereon you got your Fame, You took it from some other, who was then Chief in repute, as you are now, and has been Perhaps as many years deserving that Which you gain'd in a day, as I have mine.
Cas.
But he was not my Father then, Antinous; Thou leav'st out that.
Ant.
Sir, had he been your Father, He had been then immortal; for a Father ••••eightens his reputation where his Son ••••erits it, as when you give us life, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 life is not diminish'd but renew'd ••••s when you are dead, and we are still Your living Images,
Cas.
So be thou curs'd I to posterity, as I in thee, Dishonourable Boy; O shall that Sun, Which not a year yet since beheld me mounted Upon a fiery Steed, waving my Sword, And teaching this young Man to manage Arms, That was a raw, fresh Novice in the feats Of Chivalrie, shall that same Sun be witness Against this Brat of his Ingratitude? Who, to eclipse the light of my renown, Can no way hope to get a noble Name, ••••••t by the treading on his Father's Greatness; Thou wilt not yield?
Enter Arcanes.
Ant.
My life, but not the prize My Sword hath purchas'd.
Arc.
The Senate, My Lord, are here at hand, and all the Souldiers Begin to throng about them.
Cas.
Now, Arcanes, the—
Arc.
What, Sir?
Cas
Trifles will affront us; that Fine fighting Stripling.
Arc.
Let him have the shame on't; Please you withdraw on this side.
Cas.
My great heart Was never quail'd before.
Dec.
My Lord, be confident, Let not your Father daunt you.
An.
Decius, whither Must I withdraw?
Dec.
On this side.— See, the Souldiers Attend your pleasure—courage, Sir; the Senate.
Cas.
Way for the Senate.
Enter Porphycio, Possenne, (three Senators) Gonzalo, Gaspero, Souldiers.
My good Lords I know not What tax of arrogance I may incurr, Should I presume, though courted by your Favours, To take a place amongst you; I had rather Give proof of my unfeign'd humility By force, though mean, yet more becoming place, Than run the hazard of a doubtful censure.
Pos.
My Lord, your wisdom is both known and try'd; We cannot rank you in a nobler Friendship Than your great service to the State deserves.
Por.
Will't please you, Sir?
Enter Fernando with Souldiers.
Gonz.
What's here, my Lord Porphycio? It must not be.
Por.
My Lord, you are too modest.
Gonz.
It is no season to be troublesome, Else—but I have done: your Lordships are observ'd.
Gas.
Is the demandant ready?
Arc.
He is ready.
Gas.
Produce him then.
Arc.
Before this sacred presence, I, by a general consent, am made The Souldiers voice, and to your gracious Wisedoms, Present as chief in Arms, his Countries Champion, Cassilanes.
Dec.
Most reverend Lords, you hear the lesser number Of tho who have been Guardians to this Country, Approve this Champion; I, in all their names, Who fought for Candy, here present before you The mightiest man in Arms, Antinous. Speak fellow Souldiers.
Sold.
Antinous, Antinous.
Gas.
Stand by all, save the two Competitors.
Poss.
My Lords, how much your Countrey owes you both, The due reward of your desertful glories Must to Posterity remain: but yet Since, by our Law, one only can make claim To the proposed honours which you both (It seems) have truly merited, take leave Freely to plead your rights; we shall attend ye.
Por.
Wherein priority of voice is granted, Lord Cassilanes to you; for that your rare And long experience in the Course of War, As well doth challenge it as the best priviledge Of Order and Civility, for that You are your brave Opponents worthy Father. Say, Country-men, are you content?
Sold.
I, I.
Cass.
Right grave, right gracious Fathers; how unfit It is for me, that all my life time have Been practis'd in the School of Bloud, and Slaughter To bandy words now in my lifes last farewel, Your Wisedomes will consider; were there pitcht Another, and another field, like that Which, not yet three days since, this Arm hath scatter'd, Defeated, and made nothing, then the man That had a heart to think he could but follow (For equal me he should not) through the lanes Of danger and amazement, might in that That only of but following me, be happy, Reputed worthy to be made my Rival; For 'tis not, Lords, unknown to those about me, (My fellow Souldiers) first, with what a confidence I led them on to sight, went on still, and As if I could have been a second Nature, As well in heartening them by my example,

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As by my exhortation, I gave life To quicken courage, to inflame revenge, To heighten resolution; in a word, To out-doe action: It boots not to discover, How that young man, who was not fledg'd nor skill'd In Martial play, was even as ignorant As childish: But I list not to disparage His non ability: The signal given Of Battel, when our enemies came on, (Directed more by sury, than by warrant Of Policy and Stratagem) I met them, I in the sore front of the Armies met them; And as if this old weather-beaten body Had been compos'd of cannon proof, I stood The volleys of their shot. I, I my self Was he that first dis-rankt their woods of Pikes: But when we came to handy-stroaks, as often As I lent blows, so often I gave wounds, And every wound a death. I may be bold To justifie a truth, this very sword Of mine slew more than any twain besides: And, which is not the least of all my glorie, When he, this young man, hand to hand in fight, Was by the General of the Venetians, And such as were his retinue, unhors'd, I stept between, and rescu'd him my self, Or horses hoos had trampled him to dirt; And whilst he was re-mounting, I maintain'd The combate with the gallant General, Till having taken breath, he throng'd before me, Renew'd the sight, and with a fatal blow, Stole both that honour from me, and his life From him, whom I before my self alone, Had more than full three quarters kill'd: a man Well worthy only by this hand to have dy'd, Not by a Boys weak push: I talk too much, But 'tis a fault of age: If to bring home Long peace, long victorie even to your Capitol; If to secure your Kingdom, wives, and children, Your lives and liberties; if to renown Your honours through the world, to six your names, Like Blazing stars admir'd, and fear'd by all That have but heard of Candy, or a Cretan, Be to deserve the approvement of my man hood, Then thus much have I done: what more, examine The annals of my life; and then consider What I have been, and am. Lords I have said.
Gonz.
With reverence to the Senate, is it lawfull, Without your Customes breach, to say a word?
Pos.
Say on my Lord Gonzalo.
Gonz.
I have heard, And with no little wonder, such high deeds Of Chivalie discours'd, that I confess, I do not think the Worthies while they liv'd All nine, deserv'd as much applause, or memorie, As this one: But who can do ought to gain The crown of honour from him, must be somewhat More than a man; you tread a dangerous path, Yet I shall hear you gladly: for believe me, Thus much let me profess, in honours cause, I would not to my Father, nor my King, (My Countries Father) yield: if you transcend What we have heard, I can but only say, That Miracles are yet in use. I fear I have offended.
Porp.
You have spoken nobly. Antinous use your priviledge.
Ant.
Princely Fathers, E're I begin, one suit I have to make, 'Tis just, and honourable.
Porp. Poss.
Speak, and have it.
Ant.
That you would please the souldiers might all stand Together by their General.
Poss.
'Tis granted. All fall to yonder side: Go on, Antinous.
Ant.
I shall be brief and plain: all what my Father (This Countries Patron) hath discours'd, is true. Fellows in Arms: speak you, is't true?
Sol.
True, true.
Ant.
It follows, that the blaze of my performance Took light from what I saw him do: and thus A City (though the flame be much more dreadfull) May from a little spark be set on fire; Of all what I have done, I shall give instance Only in three main proofs of my desert. First I sought out (but through how many dangers My Lords judge ye) the chief, the great Commander, The head of that huge body, whose proud weight Our Land shrunk under, him I found and fought with, Fought with, and slew. Fellows in Arms, speak you, Is't true or not?
Sold.
True, true.
Ant.
When he was faln, The hearts of all our adversaries Began to quail, till young Fernando, son To the last Duke of Venice gather'd head, And soon renew'd the field, by whose example The bold Venetians doubling strength and courage Had got the better of the day; our men Supposing that their adversaries grew Like Hydra's head, recoyle, and 'gan to flye: I follow'd them; and what I said, they know; The summe on't is; I call'd them back, new rankt them; Led on, they follow'd, shrunk not tell the end: Fellows in Arms is't true, or no?
Sold.
True, true.
Ant.
Lastly, to finish all, there was but one, The only great exploit; which was to take Fernando prisoner, and that hand to hand In single sight I did: my self without The help of any arm, save the arm of Heaven. Speak Souldiers, is it true, or no?
Sold.
Antinous, Antinous.
Ant.
Behold my prisoner, Fathers.
Fern.
This one man Ruin'd our Army, and hath glorifi'd Crete in her robes of mightiness and conquest.
Pos.
We need not use long circumstance of words, Antinous thou art conquerer: the Senate, The souldiers, and thy valour have pronounc'd it.
All.
Antinous, Antinous.
Porp.
Make thy demand.
Cas.
Please ye (my Lords) give leave That I may part.
Pos.
No Cassilane, the Court Should therein be dishonour'd, do not imagin We prize your presence at so slight a rate. Demand, Antinous.
Ant.
Thus (my Lords) to witness How far I am from arrogance, or thinking I am more valiant, though more favour'd Than my most matchless father, my demand is, That for a lasting memorie of his name, His deeds, his real, nay his royal worth, You set up in your Capitol in Brass My Fathers Statue, there to stand for ever A Monument and Trophy of his victories, With this Inscription to succeeding ages, Great Cassilanes, Patron of Candy's Peace, Perpetual Triumpher.
Por. Pos.
It is granted. What more?
Ant.
No more.
Cas.
How Boy?
Gonz.
Thou art immortal, Both for thy Son-like pietie, and beauties Of an unconquer'd minde.
Ant.
My Prisoner, Lords, To your more sacred wisedoms I surrender:

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Fit you his ransom; half whereof I give For largess to the Souldiers: the other half To the erection of this monument.
Cass.
Ambitious villain.
Gonz.
Thou art all un-imitable. My Lords, to work a certain peace for Candy With Venice, use Fernando like a Prince; His ransom I'le disburse what e're it be: Yet you may stay him with you, till conditions Of amitie shall be concluded on: Are ye content?
Porp.
We are, and ever rest Both friends and debters to your nobleness.
Gonz.
Souldiers attend me in the Market-place, I'le thither send your largess.
Sold.
Antinous, Antinous.
Exeunt.
Cas.
I have a sute too, Lords.
Porp. Pos.
Propose it, 'tis yours, if fit and just.
Cas.
Let not my services, My being forty years a drudge, a pack-horse To you, and to the State, be branded now With Ignominy ne're to be forgotten: Rear me no Monument, unless you mean To have me fam'd a Coward, and be stamp'd so.
Pos.
We understand you not.
Cas.
Proud boy, thou dost, And Tyrant like insult'st upon my shame.
Ant.
Sir, Heaven can tell, and my integrity, What I did, was but only to inforce The Senates gratitude. I now acknowledge it.
Cas.
Observe it Fathers, how this haughty boy Grows cunning in his envy of mine honours: He knows no mention can of me be made, But that it ever likewise must be told, How I by him was master'd; and for surety That all succeeding times may so report it, He would have my dishonour, and his Triumphs Ingrav'd in Brass: hence, hence proceeds the falshood O his insinuating piety. Thou art no child of mine: thee and thy bloud. Here in the Capitol, before the Senate, I utterly renounce: So thrift and fate Confirm me; henceforth never see my face, Be, as thou art, a villain to thy Father. Lords I must crave your leaves: come, come Arcanes.
Ex.
Gonz.
Here's a strange high-born spirit.
Pos.
'Tis but heat Of suddain present rage; I dare assure Antinous of his favour.
Ant.
I not doubt it, He is both a good man, and a good Father. I shall attend your Lordships.
Poss.
Do Antinous.
Gonz.
Yes: feast thy Triumphs With applause and pleasures.
Por. Poss.
Lead on.
Exeunt. Flor. Cornets.
Ant.
I utterly renounce—'Twas so? Was't not, my Decius?
Dec.
Pish, you know, my Lord, Old men are cholerick.
Ant.
And lastly parted With, never henceforth see my face: O me, How have I lost a Father? Such a Father? Such a one Decius! I am miserable, Beyond expression.
Dec.
Fie, how unbecoming This shews upon your day of same?
Ant.
O mischief! I must no more come near him; that I know, And am assur'd on't.
Dec.
Say you do not?
Ant.
True: Put case I do not: what is Candy then To lost Antinous? Malta, I resolve To end my dayes in thee.
Dec.
How's that?
Ant.
I'le trie All humble means of being reconcil'd, Which if deny'd, then I may justly say, This day has prov'd my worst: Decius, my worst,
Exeunt.
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