Part 27

_Per._ She's loose again, and gone. I'll keep my place still.

_Mar._ Now it works bravely: stand, he cannot hurt ye.

_Lav._ O my sweet Love, my life. [_He falls downe, and sleeps._

_Mar._ He sinks.

_Lav._ My blessing.

_Mar._ So, now he is safe a while.

_Gab._ Lock all the doors, wench, Then for my wrongs.

_Per._ Now I'll appear to know all.

_Gab._ Be quick, quick, good _Marie_, sure and sudden.

_Per._ Stay, I must in first.

_Gab._ O' my conscience! It is young _Perol[o]t_: Oh my stung conscience! It is my first and noblest Love.

_Mar._ Leave wondring, And recollect your self: the man is living, Equally wrong'd as you, and by that Devil.

_Per._ 'Tis most true, Lady: your unhappy fortune I grieve for as mine own, your fault forgive too, If it be one. This is no time for kisses: I have heard all, and known all, which mine ears Are crack'd apieces with, and my heart perish'd. I saw him in your chamber, saw his fury. And am afire till I have found his heart out. What do you mean to do? for I'll make one.

_Gab._ To make his death more horrid (for he shall dye).

_Per._ He m[u]st, he must.

_Gab._ We'll watch him till he wakes, Then bind him, and then torture him.

_Per._ 'Tis nothing. No, take him dead drunk now without repentance, His leachery inseam'd upon him.

_Gab._ Excellent.

_Per._ I'll do it my self; and when 'tis done, provide ye, For we'll away for _Italy_ this night.

_Gab._ We'll follow thorow all hazards.

_Per._ Oh false Lord, Unmanly, mischievous; how I could curse thee; But that but blasts thy fame; have at thy heart, fool: Loop-holes I'll make enough to let thy life out.

_Lav._ Oh! does the devil ride me?

_Per._ Nay then.

_Lav._ Murder. Nay, then take my share too.

_Per._ Help; oh! he has slain me. Bloudy intentions must have bloud.

_Lav._ Hah?

_Per._ Heaven.

_Gab._ He sinks, he sinks, for ever sinks: oh fortune! Oh sorrow! how like seas thou flowest upon me! Here will I dwell for ever. Weep _Maria_, Weep this young man's misfortune: oh thou truest!

_Enter Spirit._

_Lav._ What have I done?

_Spir._ That that has mark'd thy soul man.

_Lav._ And art thou come again thou dismal spirit?

_Spir._ Yes, to devour thy last.

_Lav._ Mercy upon thee.

_Spir._ Thy hour is come: succession, honor, pleasure, And all the lustre thou so long hast look'd for Must here have end: Summon thy sins before thee.

_Lav._ Oh my affrighted soul!

_Spir._ There lies a black one; Thy own best servant by thy own hand slain, Thy drunkenness procur'd it: There's another: Think of fair _Gabriella_, there she weeps; And such tears are not lost.

_Lav._ Oh miserable!

_Spir._ Thy foul intention to the virtuous _Casta_.

_Lav._ No more, no more, thou wild-fire.

_Spir._ Last, thy last wife, Think on the wrong she suffers.

_Lav._ O my miserie. Oh! whither shall I flie?

_Spir._ Thou hast no faith, fool. Heark to thy knell. [_Sings, and vanishes._

_Lav._ Millions of sins muster about mine eyes now: Murders, ambitions, lust, false faiths; O horror, In what a stormie form of death thou rid'st now! Me thinks I see all tortures, fires, and frosts, Deep sinking caves, where nothing but despair dwels, The balefull birds of night hovering about 'em; A grave, me thinks, now opens, and a herse Hung with my Arms tumbles into it: oh! Oh! my afflicted soul: I cannot pray; And the least child that has but goodness in him May strike my head off; so stupid are my powers: I'll lift mine eyes up though.

_Mar._ Cease these laments, They are too poor for venge[a]nce: _Lavall_ lives yet.

_Gab._ Then thus I drie all sorrows from these eyes, Fury and rage possess 'em now: damn'd divell.

_Lav._ Hah?

_Gab._ This for young _Perolot_.

_Lav._ O mercy, mercy.

_Gab._ This for my wrongs.

_Lav._ But one short hour to cure me. [_Knock within._ Oh be not cruell: Oh! oh.

_Mar._ Heark, they knock. Make hast for Heavens sake, Mistris.

_Gab._ This for _Casta_.

_Lav._ Oh, O, O, O! [_He dies._

_Mar._ He's dead: come quickly, let's away with him, 'T will be too late else.

_Gab._ Help, help up to th' chamber! [_Exeunt with Lavalls body._

_Enter Duke, Hellena, Gentile, Casta, and attendants,_ _with lights._

_Duke._ What frights are these?

_Gent._ I [a]m sure here 's one past frighting. Bring the lights neerer: I have enough alreadie. Out, out, mine eyes. Look, _Casta_.

_Lord._ 'T is young _Perolot_.

_Duke._ When came he over? Hold the Gentlewoman, she sinks; and bear her off.

_Cast._ O my dear brother! [_Exit._

_Gent._ There is a time for all; for me, I hope, too, And very shortly. Murdred?

[_Gabriella, Maria, with Lavalls body, above._

_Duke._ Who's above there?

_Gab._ Look up, and see.

_Duke._ What may this mean?

_Gab._ Behold it; Behold the drunken murderer Of that young Gentleman; behold the rankest, The vilest, basest slave that ever flourish'd.

_Duke._ Who kill'd him?

_Gab._ I; and there 's the cause I did it: Read, if your eyes will give you leave.

_Hell._ Oh! monstrous.

_Gab._ Nay, out it shall: there, take this false heart to ye; The base dishonor of a thousand women: Keep it in gold, Duke, 'tis a precious jewel. Now to my self; for I have liv'd a fair age, Longer by some moneths then I had a mind to.

_Duke._ Hold.

_Gab._ Here, young _Perolot_; my first contracted True love shall never go alone.

_Duke._ Hold, _Gabriella_. I do forgive all.

_Gab._ I shall die the better, Thus let me seek my grave, and my shames with me.

_Mar._ Nor shalt thou go alone my noble Mistris: Why should I live, and thou dead?

_Lord._ Save the wench there.

_Mar._ She is, I hope; and all my sins here written.

_Duke._ This was a fatal night.

_Gent._ Heaven has his working, Which we cannot contend against.

_Duke._ Alas!

_Gent._ Your Grace has your alas too.

_Duke._ Would 't were equal; For thou hast lost an honest noble childe.

_Gent._ 'T is heir enough has lost a good remembrance.

_Duke._ See all their bodies buried decently, Though some deserv'd it not. How do you, Lady?

_Hell._ Even with your Graces leave, ripe for a Monasterie; There will I wed my life to tears and prayers, And never know what man is more.

_Duke._ Your pleasure; How does the maid within?

_Lord._ She is gone before, Sir, The same course that my Lady takes.

_Gent._ And my course shall be my Beads at home; so Please your Grace to give me leave to leave the Court.

_Duke._ In peace, Sir, And take my love along.

_Gent._ I shall pray for ye.

_Duke._ Now to our selves retire we, and begin By this example to correct each sin. [_Exeunt._

[_Flourish._

_King. Em._ By this we plainly view the two imposthumes That choke a kingdoms welfare; Ease, and Wantonness; In both of which _Lavall_ was capital: For first, Ease stole away his minde from honor, That active noble thoughts had kept still working, And then deliver'd him to drink and women, Lust and outragious riot; and what their ends are, How infamous and foul, we see example. Therefore, that great man that will keep his name, And gain his merit out of Virtues schools, Must make the pleasures of the world his fools. [_Flourish._

_The_ TRIUMPH.

_Enter Musicians: next them_, Perolot _with the wound he died_ _with. Then_ Gabriella _and_ Maria, _with their wounds: after them, four Furies with Bannerets in[s]crib'd_ Revenge, Murder, Lust _and_ Drunkenness, _singing. Next them_, Lavall _wounded. Then [a] Chariot with Death drawn by the Destinies_. [_Flourish._

_Enter_ PROLOGUE.

_From this sad sight ascend your noble eye,_ _And see old_ Time _helping triumphantly,_ _Helping his Master_ Man: _view here his vanities_ _And see his false friends like those glutted flyes,_ _That when they've suckt their fill, fall off, and fade_ _From all remembrance of him, like a shade._ _And last, view who relieves him; and that gone,_ _We hope your favour, and our Play is done_. [Flourish.

_Enter Anthropos, Desire, and Vain Delight; Bounty._

_Ant._ What hast thou done, _Desire_, and how imploy'd The charge I gave thee, about levying wealth For our supplies?

_Desire._ I have done all, yet nothing: Tri'd all, and all my ways, yet all miscarried; There dwells a sordid dulness in their mindes Thou son of earth, colder then that thou art made of, I came to _Craft_, found all his hooks about him, And all his nets baited and set; his slie self And greedie _Lucre_ at a serious conference Which way to tie the world within their statutes: Business of all sides and of all sorts swarming Like Bees broke loose in summer: [I] declared Your will and want together, both inforcing With all the power and pains I had, to reach him; Yet all fell short.

_Anth._ His answer.

_Desire._ This he gave me. Your wants are never ending; and those supplies That came to stop those breaches, are ever lavisht Before they reach the main, in toys and trifles, Gew-gaws, and gilded puppets: _Vain delight_ He says has ruin'd ye, with clappi[n]g all That comes in for support, on clothes, and Coaches, Perfumes, and powder'd pates; and that your Mistris, The Lady _Pleasure_, like a sea devours At length both you and him too. If you have houses, Or land, or jewels, for good pawn, he'll hear you, And will be readie to supplie occasions; If not, he locks his ears up, and grows stupid. From him, I went to _Vanity_, whom I found Attended by [a]n endless troop of Tailors, Mercers, Embroiderers, Feather-makers, Fumers, All occupations opening like a Mart, That serve to rig the body out with braverie; And th'row the roome new fashions flew like flyes, In thousand gaudie shapes; _Pride_ waiting on her, And busily surveying all the breaches Time and delaying Nature had wrought in her, Which still with art she piec'd again, and strengthened: I told your wants; she shew'd me gowns and head-tires, Imbroider'd wastcoats, smocks seam'd thorow with cut-works, Scarfs, mantles, petticoats, muffs, powders, paintings, Dogs, monkeys, parrots, which all seemed to shew me The way her money went. From her to _Pleasure_ I took my journey.

_Anth._ And what says our best Mistris?

_Desire._ She danc'd me out this answer presently: Revels and Masques had drawn her drie alreadie. I met old _Time_ too, mowing mankind down, Who says you are too hot, and he must purge ye.

_Anth._ A cold _quietus_. Miserable creatures, Born to support and beautifie your master, The godlike man, set here to do me service, The children of my will; why, or how dare ye, Created to my use alone, disgrace me? Beasts have more court[e]sie; they live about me, Offering their warm wooll to the shearers hand, To clothe me with their bodies to my labours; Nay, even their lives they daily sacrifice, And proudly press with garlands to the altars, To fill the gods oblations. Birds bow to me, Striking their downie sails to do me service, Their sweet airs ever ecchoing to mine honor, And to my rest their plumie softs they send me. Fishes, and plants, and all where life inhabits, But mine own cursed kind, obey their ruler; Mine have forgot me, miserable mine, Into whose stonie hearts, neglect of dutie, Squint-ey'd deceit, and self-love, are crept closely: None feel my wants, not one mend with me.

_Desire._ None, Sir?

_Ant._ Thou hast forgot (_Desire_) thy best friend, _Flatterie_; He cannot fail me.

_Delight._ Fail? he will sell himself, And all within his power, close to his skin first.

_Desire._ I thought so too, and made him my first venture But found him in a young Lords ear so busie, So like a smiling showr pouring his soul In at his portals, his face in a thousand figures Catching the vain mind of the men: I pull'd him, But still he hung like birdlime; spoke unto him, His answer still was, By the Lord, sweet Lord, And By my soul, thou master-piece of honor; Nothing could stave him off: he has heard your flood's gone; And on decaying things he seldom smiles, Sir.

_Anth._ Then here I break up state, and free my followers, Putting my fortune now to _Time_, and _Justice_: Go seek new masters now; for _Anthropos_ Neglected by his friends, must seek new fortunes. _Desire_, to _Avarice_ I here commend thee, Where thou may'st live at full bent of thy wishes: And _Vain Delight_, thou feeder of my follies With light fantastickness, be thou in favour. To leave thee, _Bountie_, my most worthie servant, Troubles me more then m[ine] own misery; But we must part: go plant thy self, my best friend, In honorable hearts that truely know thee, And there live ever like thy self, a virtue: But leave this place, and seek the Countrey, For Law, and lust, like fire lick all up here. Now none but _Poverty_ must follow me, Despis'd patch'd _Poverty_; and we two married, Will seek _Simplicity_, _Content_ and _Peace_ out.

_Enter Poverty._

And live with them in exile. How uncall'd on My true friend comes!

_Poverty._ Here, hold thee, _Anthropos_, Thou art almost arm'd at rest; put this on, A penitential robe, to purge thy pleasures: Off with that vanitie.

_Anth._ Here, _Vain Delight_, And with this all my part, to thee again Of thee I freely render.

_Pov._ Take this staff now, And be more constant to your steps hereafter: The staff is _Staidness of affections_. Away you painted flyes, that with mans summet Take life and heat buzzing about his blossoms; When growing full, ye turn to Caterpillers, Gnawing the root that gave you life. Fly shadows.

[_Exeunt desire and delight._

Now to _Content_ I'll give thee, _Anthropos_, To _Rest_ and _Peace_: no vanitie dwells there; _Desire_ [nor] _Pleasur[e]_, to delude thy mind more; No _Flatteries_ smooth-fil'd tongue shall poison thee.

_Anth._ O! _Jupiter_, if I have ever offer'd Upon thy burning Altars but one Sacrifice Thou and thy fair-ey'd _Juno_ smil'd upon; If ever, to thine honor, bounteous feasts, Where all thy statu[e]s sweet with wine and incense, Have by the son of earth been celebrated: Hear me (the child of shame now) hear thou helper, And take my wrongs into thy hands, thou justice Done by unmindful man, unmerciful, Against his master done, against thy order; And raise again, thou father of all honor, The poor despis'd, but yet thy noblest creature. Raise from his ruines once more this sunk Cedar, That all may fear thy power, and I proclaim it. [_Exeunt._

_Jupiter and Mercury descend severally. Trumpets_ _small above._

_Jup._ Ho! _Mercury_, my winged son.

_Mer._ Your servant.

_Jup._ Whose powerful prayers were those that reach'd our ears, Arm'd in such spells of pity now?

_Mer._ The sad petitions Of the scorn'd son of earth, the god-like _Anthropos_, He that has swell'd your sacred fires with incense, And pil'd upon your Altars a thousand heifers; He that (beguil'd by _Vanity_ and _Pleasure_, _Desire_, _Craft_, _Flattery_, and smooth _Hypocrisie_) Stands now despis'd and ruin'd, left to _Poverty_.

_Jup._ It must not be; he was not rais'd for ruine; Nor shall those hands heav'd at m[ine] Altars, perish: He is our noblest creature. Flee to _Time_, And charge him presently release the bands Of _Poverty_ and _Want_ this suitor sinks in: Tell him, among the Sun-burnt _Indians_, That know no other wealth but Peace and pleasure, She shall find golden _Plutus_, god of riches, Who idly is ador'd, the innocent people Not knowing yet what power and weight he carries: Bid him compell him to his right use, honor, And presently to live with _Anthropos_. It is our Will. Away.

_Mer._ I do obey it. [_Jupiter and Mercury ascend again._

Musick. _Enter_ Plutus, _with a troop of_ Indians, _singing and_ _dancing wildly about him, and bowing to him: which ended, Enter_ Time.

_Time._ Rise, and away; 'tis _Joves_ command.

_Plut._ I will not: Ye have some fool to furnish now; some _Midas_ That to no purpose I must choak with riches. Who must I go to?

_Time._ To the son of earth; He wants the god of wealth.

_Plut._ Let him want still: I was too lately with him, almost torn Into ten thousand pieces by his followers: I could not sleep, but _Craft_ or _Vanity_ Were filing off my fingers; not eat, for fear _Pleasure_ would cast her self into my belly, And there surprize my heart.

_Time._ These have forsaken him: Make haste then, thou must with me: be not angry, For fear a greater anger light upon thee.

_Plut._ I do obey then: but change my figure; For when I willingly befriend a creature, Goodly, and full of glory I shew to him; But when I am compell'd, old, and decrepid, I halt, and hang upon my staff. Farewell, friends, I will not be long from ye; all my servants I leave among ye still, and my chief riches.

[_Exeunt_ Indians _with a dance_.

Oh _Time_, what innocence dwells here, what goodness! They know me not, nor hurt me not, yet hug me. Away, I'll follow thee: but not too fast, _Time_.

[_Exeunt_ Plutus _and_ Time.

_Enter Anthropos, Honesty, Simplicity, Humility, Poverty._

_Humil._ Man, be not sad, nor let this divorce From _Mundus_, and his many ways of pleasure, Afflict thy spirits; which consider'd rightly With inward eyes, makes thee arrive at happy.

_Pov._ For now what danger or deceit can reach thee? What matter left for _Craft_ or _Covetize_ To plot against thee? what _Desire_ to burn thee?

_Honest._ Oh son of earth, let _Honesty_ possess thee; Be as thou wast intended, like thy Maker; See thorow those gawdy shadows, that like dreams Have dwelt upon thee long: call up thy goodness, Thy mind and man with[in] thee, that lie shipwrack'd, And then how thin and vain these fond affections, How lame this worldly [l]ove, how lump-like raw And ill digested all these vanities Will shew, let _Reason_ tell thee.

_Simpl._ Crown thy mind With that above the worlds wealth, joyful suff'ring, And truly be the master of thy self. Which is the noblest Empire; and there stand The thing thou wert ordain'd, and set to govern.

_Pov._ Come, let us sing the worlds shame: hear us, _Anthropos_.

Song: _And then Enter_ Time _and_ Plutus.

_Hon._ Away; we are betrayd. [_Exeunt all but_ Poverty.

_Time._ Get thou too after, Thou needy bare companion; go for ever, For ever, I conjure thee: make no answer. [_Exit_ Poverty.

_Anth._ What mak'st thou here, _Time_? thou that to this Minute, never stood still by me?

_Time._ I have brought thee succour; And now catch hold, I am thine: The god of riches (Compell'd by him that saw thy miseries, The ever just and wakeful _Jove_, at length) Is come unto thee: use him as thine own; For 'tis the doom of Heaven: he must obey thee.

_Anth._ Have I found pity then?

_Time._ Thou hast; and _Justice_ Against those false seducers of thine honor: Come, give him present helps. [_Exit_ Time.

_Industry and the Arts discovered._

_Plut._ Come _Industry_, Thou friend of life; and next to thee, rise _Labour_;

[Plutus _stamps_. Labour _rises_.

Rise presently: and now to your employments; But first conduct this mortal to the rock.

_They carry_ Anthropos _to a Rock,_ _and fall a digging_.

What seest thou now? [Plutus _strikes the Rock, and flames flie out_.

_Anth._ A glorious Mine of Metal. Oh _Jupiter_, my thanks.

_Plut._ To me a little.

_Anth._ And to the god of wealth, my Sacrifice.

_Plut._ Nay, then I am rewarded. Take heed now, Son, You are afloat again, lest _Mundus_ catch ye.

_Anth._ Neve[r] betray me more.

_Plut._ I must to _India_, From whence I came, where my main wealth lies buried, And these must with me. Take that Book and Mattock, And by those, know to live again.

[_Exeunt_ Plutus, Industry, Labour, _&[c]._

_Anth._ I shall do.

_Enter_ Fame _sounding_.

_Fame._ Thorow all the world, the fortune of great _Anthropos_ Be known and wonder'd at; his riches envy'd As far as Sun or Time is; his power fear'd too. [_Exeunt._

MUSICK.

_Enter_ Delight, Pleasure, [Craft, Lucre,] Vanity, _&c. dancing_ _(and Masqu'd) towards the Rock, offering service to_ Anthropos. Mercury _from above. Musick heard. One half of a cloud drawn. Singers are discovered: then the other half drawn._ Jupiter _seen in glory_.

_Mer._ Take heed, weak man, those are the sins that sunk thee: Trust 'em no more: kneel, and give thanks to _Jupiter_.

_Anth._ Oh mighty power!

_Jup._ Unmask, ye gilded poisons: Now look upon 'em, son of earth, and shame 'em; Now see the faces of thy evil Angels, Lead 'em to _Time_, and let 'em fill his Triumph: Their memories be here forgot for ever.

_Anth._ Oh just great god! how many lives of service, What ages only given to thine honor. What infinites of vows, and holy prayers, Can pay my thanks?

_Jup._ Rise up: and to assure thee That never more thou shalt feel want, strike, _Mercury_, Strike him; and by that stroke he shall for ever Live in that rock of Gold, and still enjoy it. Be't done, I say. Now sing in honor of him.

_SONG._

_Enter the Triumph. First, the Musicians: then_ Vain Delight, Pleasure, Craft, L[u]cre, Vanity, _and other of the Vices: Then a Chariot with the person of_ Time _sitting in it, drawn by four persons, representing Hours, singing_.

_Exeunt._ _Flourish._

_King. Em._ By this we note (sweet-heart) in Kings and Princes A weakness, even in spite of all their wisdoms. And often to be master'd by abuses: Our natures here describ'd too, and what humors Prevail above our Reasons to undo us. But this the last and best. When no friend stands, The gods are merciful, and lend their hands. _Flourish._

Epilogue

_Now as the Husbandman, whose Costs and Pain,_ _Whose Hopes and Helps lie buried in his Grain,_ _Waiting a happy Spring to ripen full_ _His long'd-for Harvest, to the Reapers pull;_ _Stand we expecting, having sown our Ground_ _With so much charge, (the fruitfulness not found)_ _The Harvest of our Labours: For we know_ _You are our Spring; and when you smile, we grow._ _Nor Charge nor Pain, shall bind us from your Pleasures,_ _So you but lend your hands to fill our Measures._

FINIS.

APPENDIX.

_In the following references to the text the lines are numbered from the top of the page, including titles, acts, stage directions, &c., but not, of course, the headline or mere 'rules.' Where, as in the lists of Persons Represented, there are double columns, the right-hand column is numbered after the left._