Chapter 1

THE

MAIDS TRAGEDY.

Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher

Persons Represented in the Play.

King.

Lysippus, _brother to the King_.

Amintor, _a Noble Gentleman_.

Evadne, _Wife to_ Amintor.

Malantius} Diphilius} _Brothers to_ Evadne.

Aspatia, _troth-plight wife to_ Amnitor.

Calianax, _an old humorous Lord, and Father to_ Aspatia.

Cleon} Strato} _Gentlemen_.

Diagoras, _a Servant_.

Antiphila} Olympias} _waiting Gentlewomen to_ Aspatia.

Dula, _a Lady_.

Night} Cynthia} Neptune} Eolus} _Maskers_.

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_Actus primus. Scena prima_.

Enter _Cleon, Strato, Lysippus, Diphilus_.

_Cleon_. The rest are making ready Sir.

_Strat_. So let them, there's time enough.

_Diph_. You are the brother to the King, my Lord, we'll take your word.

_Lys_. _Strato_, thou hast some skill in Poetry, What thinkst thou of a Mask? will it be well?

_Strat_. As well as Mask can be.

_Lys_. As Mask can be?

_Strat_. Yes, they must commend their King, and speak in praise of the Assembly, bless the Bride and Bridegroom, in person of some God; th'are tyed to rules of flattery.

_Cle_. See, good my Lord, who is return'd!

_Lys_. Noble _Melantius_!

[_Enter Melantius_.

The Land by me welcomes thy vertues home to _Rhodes_, thou that with blood abroad buyest us our peace; the breath of King is like the breath of Gods; My brother wisht thee here, and thou art here; he will be too kind, and weary thee with often welcomes; but the time doth give thee a welcome above this or all the worlds.

_Mel_. My Lord, my thanks; but these scratcht limbs of mine have spoke my love and truth unto my friends, more than my tongue ere could: my mind's the same it ever was to you; where I find worth, I love the keeper, till he let it go, And then I follow it.

_Diph_. Hail worthy brother! He that rejoyces not at your return In safety, is mine enemy for ever.

_Mel_. I thank thee _Diphilus_: but thou art faulty; I sent for thee to exercise thine armes With me at _Patria_: thou cam'st not _Diphilus_: 'Twas ill.

_Diph_. My noble brother, my excuse Is my King's strict command, which you my Lord Can witness with me.

_Lys_. 'Tis true _Melantius_, He might not come till the solemnity Of this great match were past.

_Diph_. Have you heard of it?

_Mel_. Yes, I have given cause to those that Envy my deeds abroad, to call me gamesome; I have no other business here at _Rhodes_.

_Lys_. We have a Mask to night, And you must tread a Soldiers measure.

_Mel_. These soft and silken wars are not for me; The Musick must be shrill, and all confus'd, That stirs my blood, and then I dance with armes: But is _Amintor_ Wed?

_Diph_. This day. _Mel_. All joyes upon him, for he is my friend: Wonder not that I call a man so young my friend, His worth is great; valiant he is, and temperate, And one that never thinks his life his own, If his friend need it: when he was a boy, As oft as I return'd (as without boast) I brought home conquest, he would gaze upon me, And view me round, to find in what one limb The vertue lay to do those things he heard: Then would he wish to see my Sword, and feel The quickness of the edge, and in his hand Weigh it; he oft would make me smile at this; His youth did promise much, and his ripe years Will see it all perform'd.

[_Enter Aspatia, passing by_.

_Melan_. Hail Maid and Wife! Thou fair _Aspatia_, may the holy knot That thou hast tyed to day, last till the hand Of age undo't; may'st thou bring a race Unto _Amintor_ that may fill the world Successively with Souldiers.

_Asp_. My hard fortunes Deserve not scorn; for I was never proud When they were good.

[_Exit Aspatia_.

_Mel_. How's this?

_Lys_. You are mistaken, for she is not married.

_Mel_. You said _Amintor_ was.

_Diph_. 'Tis true; but

_Mel_. Pardon me, I did receive Letters at _Patria_, from my _Amintor_, That he should marry her.

_Diph_. And so it stood, In all opinion long; but your arrival Made me imagine you had heard the change.

_Mel_. Who hath he taken then?

_Lys_. A Lady Sir, That bears the light above her, and strikes dead With flashes of her eye; the fair _Evadne_ your vertuous Sister.

_Mel_. Peace of heart betwixt them: but this is strange.

_Lys_. The King my brother did it To honour you; and these solemnities Are at his charge.

_Mel_. 'Tis Royal, like himself; But I am sad, my speech bears so unfortunate a sound To beautiful _Aspatia_; there is rage Hid in her fathers breast; _Calianax_ Bent long against me, and he should not think, If I could call it back, that I would take So base revenges, as to scorn the state Of his neglected daughter: holds he still his greatness with the King?

_Lys_. Yes; but this Lady Walks discontented, with her watry eyes Bent on the earth: the unfrequented woods Are her delight; and when she sees a bank Stuck full of flowers, she with a sigh will tell Her servants what a pretty place it were To bury lovers in, and make her maids Pluck'em, and strow her over like a Corse. She carries with her an infectious grief That strikes all her beholders, she will sing The mournful'st things that ever ear hath heard, And sigh, and sing again, and when the rest Of our young Ladies in their wanton blood, Tell mirthful tales in course that fill the room With laughter, she will with so sad a look Bring forth a story of the silent death Of some forsaken Virgin, which her grief Will put in such a phrase, that ere she end, She'l send them weeping one by one away.

_Mel_. She has a brother under my command Like her, a face as womanish as hers, But with a spirit that hath much out-grown The number of his years.

[_Enter Amintor_.

_Cle_. My Lord the Bridegroom!

_Mel_. I might run fiercely, not more hastily Upon my foe: I love thee well _Amintor_, My mouth is much too narrow for my heart; I joy to look upon those eyes of thine; Thou art my friend, but my disorder'd speech cuts off my love.

_Amin_. Thou art _Melantius_; All love is spoke in that, a sacrifice To thank the gods, _Melantius_ is return'd In safety; victory sits on his sword As she was wont; may she build there and dwell, And may thy Armour be as it hath been, Only thy valour and thy innocence. What endless treasures would our enemies give, That I might hold thee still thus!

_Mel_. I am but poor in words, but credit me young man, Thy Mother could no more but weep, for joy to see thee After long absence; all the wounds I have, Fetch not so much away, nor all the cryes Of Widowed Mothers: but this is peace; And what was War?

_Amin_. Pardon thou holy God Of Marriage bed, and frown not, I am forc't In answer of such noble tears as those, To weep upon my Wedding day.

_Mel_. I fear thou art grown too sick; for I hear A Lady mourns for thee, men say to death, Forsaken of thee, on what terms I know not.

_Amin_. She had my promise, but the King forbad it, And made me make this worthy change, thy Sister Accompanied with graces above her, With whom I long to lose my lusty youth, And grow old in her arms.

_Mel_. Be prosperous.

[_Enter Messenger_.

_Messen_. My Lord, the Maskers rage for you.

_Lys_. We are gone. _Cleon, Strata, Diphilus_.

_Amin_. Wee'l all attend you, we shall trouble you With our solemnities.

_Mel_. Not so _Amintor_. But if you laugh at my rude carriage In peace, I'le do as much for you in War When you come thither: yet I have a Mistress To bring to your delights; rough though I am, I have a Mistress, and she has a heart, She saies, but trust me, it is stone, no better, There is no place that I can challenge in't. But you stand still, and here my way lies.

[_Exit_.

_Enter Calianax with Diagoras_.

_Cal_. _Diagoras_, look to the doors better for shame, you let in all the world, and anon the King will rail at me; why very well said, by _Jove_ the King will have the show i'th' Court.

_Diag_. Why do you swear so my Lord? You know he'l have it here.

_Cal_. By this light if he be wise he will not.

_Diag_. And if he will not be wise, you are forsworn.

_Cal_. One may wear his heart out with swearing, and get thanks on no side, I'le be gone, look to't who will.

_Diag_. My Lord, I will never keep them out. Pray stay, your looks will terrifie them.

_Cal_. My looks terrifie them, you Coxcombly Ass you! I'le be judg'd by all the company whether thou hast not a worse face than I--

_Diag_. I mean, because they know you and your Office.

_Cal_. Office! I would I could put it off, I am sure I sweat quite through my Office, I might have made room at my Daughters Wedding, they had near kill'd her among them. And now I must do service for him that hath forsaken her; serve that will. [_Exit Calianax_.

_Diag_. He's so humourous since his daughter was forsaken: hark, hark, there, there, so, so, codes, codes. What now? [_Within. knock within_.

_Mel_. Open the door.

_Diag_. Who's there?

_Mel_. _Melantius_.

_Diag_. I hope your Lordship brings no troop with you, for if you do, I must return them. [_Enter Melantius_.

_Mel_. None but this Lady Sir. [_And a Lady_.

_Diag_. The Ladies are all plac'd above, save those that come in the Kings Troop, the best of _Rhodes_ sit there, and there's room.

_Mel_. I thank you Sir: when I have seen you plac'd Madam, I must attend the King; but the Mask done, I'le wait on you again.

_Diag_. Stand back there, room for my Lord _Melantius_, pray bear back, this is no place for such youths and their Truls, let the doors shut agen; I, do your heads itch? I'le scratch them for you: so now thrust and hang: again, who is't now? I cannot blame my Lord _Calianax_ for going away; would he were here, he would run raging among them, and break a dozen wiser heads than his own in the twinkling of an eye: what's the news now?

[_Within_.

I pray can you help me to the speech of the Master Cook?

_Diag_. If I open the door I'le cook some of your Calvesheads. Peace Rogues.--again,--who is't?

_Mel_. _Melantius within. Enter Calianax to Melantius_.

_Cal_. Let him not in.

_Diag_. O my Lord I must; make room there for my Lord; is your Lady plac't?

_Mel_. Yes Sir, I thank you my Lord _Calianax_: well met, Your causless hate to me I hope is buried.

_Cal_. Yes, I do service for your Sister here, That brings my own poor Child to timeless death; She loves your friend _Amintor_, such another false-hearted Lord as you.

_Mel_. You do me wrong, A most unmanly one, and I am slow In taking vengeance, but be well advis'd.

_Cal_. It may be so: who placed the Lady there so near the presence of the King?

_Mel_. I did.

_Cal_. My Lord she must not sit there.

_Mel_. Why?

_Cal_. The place is kept for women of more worth. _Mel_. More worth than she? it mis-becomes your Age And place to be thus womanish; forbear; What you have spoke, I am content to think The Palsey shook your tongue to.

_Cal_. Why 'tis well if I stand here to place mens wenches.

_Mel_. I shall forget this place, thy Age, my safety, and through all, cut that poor sickly week thou hast to live, away from thee.

_Cal_. Nay, I know you can fight for your Whore.

_Mel_. Bate the King, and be he flesh and blood, He lyes that saies it, thy mother at fifteen Was black and sinful to her.

_Diag_. Good my Lord!

_Mel_. Some god pluck threescore years from that fond man, That I may kill him, and not stain mine honour; It is the curse of Souldiers, that in peace They shall be brain'd by such ignoble men, As (if the Land were troubled) would with tears And knees beg succour from 'em: would that blood (That sea of blood) that I have lost in fight, Were running in thy veins, that it might make thee Apt to say less, or able to maintain, Shouldst thou say more,--This _Rhodes_ I see is nought But a place priviledg'd to do men wrong.

_Cal_. I, you may say your pleasure.

[_Enter Amintor_.

_Amint_. What vilde injury Has stirr'd my worthy friend, who is as slow To fight with words, as he is quick of hand?

_Mel_. That heap of age which I should reverence If it were temperate: but testy years Are most contemptible.

_Amint_. Good Sir forbear.

_Cal_. There is just such another as your self.

_Amint_. He will wrong you, or me, or any man, And talk as if he had no life to lose Since this our match: the King is coming in, I would not for more wealth than I enjoy, He should perceive you raging, he did hear You were at difference now, which hastned him.

_Cal_. Make room there.

_Hoboyes play within_.

_Enter King, Evadne, Aspatia, Lords and Ladies_.

_King_. _Melantius_, thou art welcome, and my love Is with thee still; but this is not a place To brabble in; _Calianax_, joyn hands.

_Cal_. He shall not have my hand.

_King_. This is no time To force you to't, I do love you both: _Calianax_, you look well to your Office; And you _Melantius_ are welcome home; begin the Mask.

_Mel_. Sister, I joy to see you, and your choice, You lookt with my eyes when you took that man; Be happy in him.

[_Recorders_.

_Evad_. O my dearest brother! Your presence is more joyful than this day can be unto me.

_The Mask_.

_Night rises in mists_.

_Nigh_. Our raign is come; for in the raging Sea The Sun is drown'd, and with him fell the day: Bright _Cinthia_ hear my voice, I am the Night For whom thou bear'st about thy borrowed light; Appear, no longer thy pale visage shrowd, But strike thy silver horn through a cloud, And send a beam upon my swarthy face, By which I may discover all the place And persons, and how many longing eyes Are come to wait on our solemnities.

[_Enter Cinthia_.

How dull and black am I! I could not find This beauty without thee, I am so blind; Methinks they shew like to those Eastern streaks That warn us hence before the morning breaks; Back my pale servant, for these eyes know how To shoot far more and quicker rayes than thou.

_Cinth_. Great Queen, they be a Troop for whom alone One of my clearest moons I have put on; A Troop that looks as if thy self and I Had pluckt our rains in, and our whips laid by To gaze upon these Mortals, that appear Brighter than we.

_Night_. Then let us keep 'em here, And never more our Chariots drive away, But hold our places, and out-shine the day.

_Cinth_. Great Queen of shadows, you are pleas'd to speak Of more than may be done; we may not break The gods decrees, but when our time is come, Must drive away and give the day our room. Yet whil'st our raign lasts, let us stretch our power To give our servants one contented hour, With such unwonted solemn grace and state, As may for ever after force them hate Our brothers glorious beams, and wish the night Crown'd with a thousand stars, and our cold light: For almost all the world their service bend To _Phoebus_ and in vain my light I lend, Gaz'd on unto my setting from my rise Almost of none, but of unquiet eyes.

_Nigh_. Then shine at full, fair Queen, and by thy power Produce a birth to crown this happy hour; Of Nymphs and Shepherds let their songs discover, Easie and sweet, who is a happy Lover; Or if thou woot, then call thine own _Endymion_ From the sweet flowry bed he lies upon, On _Latmus_ top, thy pale beams drawn away, And of this long night let him make a day.

_Cinth_. Thou dream'st dark Queen, that fair boy was not mine, Nor went I down to kiss him; ease and wine Have bred these bold tales; Poets when they rage, Turn gods to men, and make an hour an age; But I will give a greater state and glory, And raise to time a noble memory Of what these Lovers are; rise, rise, I say, Thou power of deeps, thy surges laid away, _Neptune_ great King of waters, and by me Be proud to be commanded.

[Neptune rises.

_Nep_. _Cinthia_, see, Thy word hath fetcht me hither, let me know why I ascend.

_Cinth_. Doth this majestick show Give thee no knowledge yet?

_Nep_. Yes, now I see. Something intended _(Cinthia)_ worthy thee; Go on, I'le be a helper.

_Cinth_. Hie thee then, And charge the wind flie from his Rockie Den. Let loose thy subjects, only _Boreas_ Too foul for our intention as he was; Still keep him fast chain'd; we must have none here But vernal blasts, and gentle winds appear, Such as blow flowers, and through the glad Boughs sing Many soft welcomes to the lusty spring. These are our musick: next, thy watry race Bring on in couples; we are pleas'd to grace This noble night, each in their richest things Your own deeps or the broken vessel brings; Be prodigal, and I shall be as kind, And shine at full upon you.

_Nep_. Ho the wind Commanding _Eolus!_

[Enter Eolus out of a Rock.

_Eol_. Great _Neptune!_

_Nep_. He.

_Eol_. What is thy will?

_Nep_. We do command thee free _Favonius_ and thy milder winds to wait Upon our _Cinthia_, but tye _Boreas_ straight; He's too rebellious.

_Eol_. I shall do it.

_Nep_. Do, great master of the flood, and all below, Thy full command has taken.

_Eol_. Ho! the main; _Neptune_.

_Nep_. Here.

_Eol_. _Boreas_ has broke his chain, And struggling with the rest, has got away.

_Nep_. Let him alone, I'le take him up at sea; He will not long be thence; go once again And call out of the bottoms of the Main, Blew _Proteus_, and the rest; charge them put on Their greatest pearls, and the most sparkling stone The bearing Rock breeds, till this night is done By me a solemn honour to the Moon; Flie like a full sail.

_Eol_. I am gone.

_Cin_. Dark night, Strike a full silence, do a thorow right To this great _Chorus_, that our Musick may Touch high as heaven, and make the East break day At mid-[n]ight.

[_Musick_.

SONG. Cinthia _to thy power, and them we obey. Joy to this great company, and no day Come to steal this night away, Till the rites of love are ended, And the lusty Bridegroom say, Welcome light of all befriended. Pace out you watry powers below, let your feet Like the Gallies when they row, even beat_. _Let your unknown measures set To the still winds, tell to all That Gods are come immortal great, To honour this great Nuptial_.

The Measure. Second Song.