ACT III.
Enter Hurlothrumbo and Dologodelmo.
Dolo. Hurlothrumbo, are you ready to mount?
Hurlo. ’Tis confounded dark, must we not stay for the King?
Dolo. No; the Princess Cademore will not hear of his going to the Wars; at the Sound of the Word, she faints, sinks and dies away.
[Exit Dolo.
Enter Servant with a Letter, delivers it, and Exit.
[Hurlo. reads it.
Hurlo. Oh ’tis from Darony! Make me the next Man to the Crown, if I desert the King; how can I do that? Why did he not ask me to murder my dearest Friend, curse the Deity, or debauch a Man’s Wife, and separate their Souls eternal? It will preserve a great deal of Blood, that’s true. So long as Theorbeo stays, thy Honour wears like a Garment: may be so; I’ll consider of this.
[Exit Hurlo.
Enter Darony and Urlandenny.
[Guns fire at a distance.
Daro. They’re punctual to the time.
Urlan. True, my Lord.
Daro. This is the Place we’ll fix our Standard; now the Guns are discharg’d, the Men from every end of the City with a Shout will come to this Place, and stir not you an Inch till Lomporhomock enters the City. Who comes there?
Enter Temo.
Temo. A Friend and Servant of thine.
Urlan. What is thy Name, and thy Business here in the Dead of Night?
Temo. My Name is Temo; as to my Business, ’tis secret.
Urlan. You are the famous Inchanter; can you tell us what Adventures will happen, the cause of the Guns firing thus early?
Temo. ’Tis the first Volly of a mighty War; this Morning exactly at two the Battle will be rehears’d first in the Elysian Fields.
Urlan. Is it not possible for me to see it?
Temo. ’Tis possible.
Urlan. Accept of this Purse of Guineas; let me see, the time is now expired.
[Temo stamps, a Spirit rises up, and gives him a Talisman.
Temo. You shall, my Lord; hold this firm to your right Eye: tell me what you see.
Urlan. I see the Elysian World, ’tis light as Noon of Day, and all us Mortals act in yonder Climes: I see myself, I see Hurlothrumbo; Hurlo kisses a Lass; the Spirits smile; I stir my Hand, it moves yonder. Mars stands in the Element, and beholds the People; they divide, and make two separate Armies; Death stalks among the Croud, marking his own Appointed. Oh! he makes towards me! oh! he’ll touch me; take it I’ll see no more.
[A shout behind the Scenes, Fire and Sword! Fire and Sword! rise quickly.
Daro. This is Puny’s House, the Miser, break it open.
Urlan. Forbear, forbear he’ll rise and open the Door; fall back, he comes.
Daro. I’ll go head the Mob, break open the King’s Treasury, and satisfy their Thirst with Gold; then will I take possession of his Person, and his Crown.
[Exeunt.
Enter Puny.
Puny. Oh bless me! Fire and Sword! I shall not live three Minutes! if my trembling Limbs permit me, I’ll kneel, I’ll pray Heaven preserve my poor Soul; these Villains will come in a moment, and take every Penny of my Money; I desire I may be forgiven all my Sins. These Rogues are coming, they’ll rob me, take my Plate, and break my Windows: O sweet Heaven forgive me all my ill-dreamt visionary Lewdness! If they come, I shall never purchase Kemp’s Estate, but buy a Coat of Arms, and a Patent for my Son.
Enter Urlandenny and Temo.
Urlan. So old Gaddecar, you’re at Prayers, cry aloud, thy Deity is deaf, with your squinting Soul that kens both Earth and Heaven; fling your Bags into the Elements, then will you look straight upright: Be gone, what hast thou to do in this World? What dost thou mean?
Puny. I mean to be the Root of a Family.
Urlan. If the Root be Avarice, what will the Body, Branches, Leaves and Fruit be? Twenty Generations must pass away, before thy Seed can be refined so far, as to produce a Gentleman.
Puny. Is not Gold a Gentleman, a Person of Quality? What makes a Gentleman?
Urlan. Education, Honour, and Generosity; add to a fine Gentleman Love, Resolution, Taste; a Person of Quality has all these Perfections, and is discerning, with a sublime Thirst in the Soul; a longing to reward Merit; fervent to serve the meanest, and punctual to his Word; his Blood is double and treble refin’d; he’s full of Heaven; a Sunfire; a Light that quenches all the Flame of Nature; he lets himself down to converse with great Men and Angels, that are in Intellect but three Inches high.
Puny. Cannot a new-born Gentleman have all these Perfections?
Urlan. No, your Upstarts are huge, and tall, converse with a Prince of the Air, and their Nostrils are full of the Devil.
[Ex. Pun. and Tem.
Drums beat. Enter Darony.
Dar. Now, my dear Friend, all is secured, the King is in Chains.
Urlan. What Drums are these?
Dar. Lomperhomock, the Dutch General.
Enter Lomperhomock.
My Lord Lomperhomock, you’re welcome to Court.
Lom. I wish you much Happiness of your Crown, when it is secured.
Dar. I hope there is no Danger.
Lom. ’Tis my earnest Desire that you will instantly execute the King; for while he’s living, all his Friends will rouse up like Lions, but when they hear he’s dead, ’twill greatly oppress their Souls.
Dar. He shall instantly be executed.
Lom. Then I’ll march in Pleasure, and meet his Army.
[Ex. Urland. Dar. and Lom.
The Scene changes to the King in Prison.
King. I would ask Relief of Heaven, though ’tis in vain, when all the eternal Infernals are turn’d out loose upon me, to pour out their flaming Cataracts of mighty, limited Revenge.
Enter Lomperhomock.
Lomp. Pardon me, oh King, I am come to inform you, at Six a-Clock this Morning is your appointed Time to die.
[Ex. King.
King. Let them strike me, let these Clouds pass away; let them break the Sky within me, that I may truly see, enter Orbs like the Sun; see Spirits, Angels, and the radiant Fields: but what is that to a Man in Love, a Man whose Heaven’s here? Oh my Cademore, who can bear the Pangs of parting! since we must part, ’tis death to live.
Enter Cademore.
King. O Executioner art thou come, bring to me a Taste of Torment, a Rack of Nature, like Heaven’s Vengeance, to afflict my Soul? Still thou art my Friend, and something more than Woman, my Prospect-Glass to Paradise; thou Emblem of Eternity; oh how great’s my Thought of Heaven, whilst my Eyes are fix’d on thee! For if the way to live with you, lay through the Shades of Misery, to lodge in tremendous Caves of Darkness, one single Thought of thee would fill Obscurity full of Light, and make it like a Palace adorn’d with Diamonds: but now, oh now, what is my Hope, a Man is never destitute of Hope; but my dear Expectation, my Spring of Life, is now become the Sting of Death: for every Thought of thee shoots through my Heart; and at a Sight of thee, oh ye Goddess! that I could love thee less, and Heaven more.
Cad. I am sorry I encrease your Grief, I come in hopes to mitigate your Pain; for every Sigh that proceeds from you, pursues me, and ecchoes in my Breast.
King. That I believe, it must be so; ’tis so in Love, ’tis so in Musick, ’tis so in Souls; the fine in Raptures sympathize with cœlestial Joys, revived by all their Unisons in Heaven; but to free thee from Pain, I’ll think no more of Life below, but fly to nobler Thoughts, and pursue my Hopes in Happier Climes.
Cad. Cease not to vent your Grief for my Relief, ’tis my Delight to share with you in Suffering; but rather wish that all may be fixed on me, that I may take them to some gentle Stream, and then to lay me down to stifle all in Waves; and there, oh there, let my Spirit expire.
King. Nay, no more of that, if thou be my Friend, hate me, be lewd, be infamous, that I may banish thee; oh let me banish thee from every Glance of Thought, that I may take my Sleep, my lasting Sleep in Peace.
Cad. Name not that to me.
King. Name not what?
Cad. Your Death, my Lord.
King. ’Tis Death to resign up thee, to yield thee into others Arms; oh my Cademore, be a Virgin still, for if you marry, you part from me, and make me jealous in Eternity.
Cad. Let no Thought of that arise, the Pangs of your Death will always smart in me, keep me from all and every Thought of Man.
King. The Pangs of my Death smart in thee, there is no pain in Death, the Sound of your Words is Musick to my Soul, and makes the ever-living Youth rejoice, and leap for Joy, being ripe for birth, desires to go to Life; but this Body, this timorous Mother Earth; alas she shivers, and dreads the Hour of her Travail, but when that Midwife Death in Life shall give me Birth, Oh! may it be in that Kingdom where thou in long Eternity shall shine; and if my Happiness be no more than what I conceive in thee, and that to last for ever, then let the World say I am nothing, I am dishonourable, the Crown of my Head is dropped from the Kingdom of my Body, so that I may say I live with thee, but when we part.
Cad. O my Soul!
King. O Heaven!
Cad. Oh Angels!
King. Burst Heart, and let me fall.
Cad. Oh Death! quickly to my Aid.
King. Oh my Cademore, live!
Cad. If it must be so, come visit me after Death.
King. Oh how can I promise that? If this great Sun should refuse his Heaven, and slide from Orb to Orb, leave the Elements, prostrate himself on the Earth, fall a Victim at thy Feet, it would only serve to surprize and fire thy Heart; blind thy mortal Eyes; and lest the Garment of the Intellect be thus incomparable and Glorious, make me not promise, for if I promise, ’twill make me uneasy in Heaven, ’till I perform my Word; but if I can entreat to thy Guardian Saint, then I’ll attend thee all the Day, hover and settle upon thy Pillow all the Night, where I’ll converse with thee in Visions, and when thy Time is full done, I’ll wait and watch the closing of thine Eyes, and then will I catch away thy Soul in a Divine Transport; with Cœlestial Wings we’ll soar to the Lofty Mountains in the Clouds, when they shall dissolve like a Bed of Down; our inward Hearts shall kiss each other in Love, in Extasy, and then we’ll fly away together from all Adversity.
[Cademore faints, and is carried off the Stage.
Oh my Soul stealeth from me. Clippeth and hangeth upon thee.
[King lies down.
Enter Theorbeo. The King rises.
King. Oh Theorbeo, I perceive there is an End of Hope; it was my fear they would conquer thee, and bring thee to this Place of Adversity.
Theor. It is not so, my Lord, I have left your Troops in trusty Hands, and am come here, that you may make your Escape in my Habit; and by that Time you have reach’d to the Army, I being a Stranger, will pass the Centry again, and come to your Majesty.
King. ’Tis an inspired Thought, we’ll put it in Execution.
[The King dresses himself in Theorbeo’s Clothes.
Oh Theorbeo, grieve not, every Sigh of thine, will make my Heart to weep Drops of Blood; consider a small Affliction by chance may happen; but these great Calamities, must proceed from something Great; and if so, it is Philosophy to rejoice.
Theor. But Nature conquers Philosophy, and is a match for Divinity: I am sometimes at wars with my Will, whether to fly to Sin for Refuge, or to Heaven for Relief.
King. My Lord I’ll haste away, and in one Hour expect to see you again.
Theor. When I think you’re safe, I’ll follow.
[Ex. King.
Enter Dologodelmo guarded.
O Godelmo, what brings thee to this Place of Misery? Speak quickly, though I dread to hear.
Dolo. May all the Ills that are preparing in the Elements, be dash’d on the Head of Hurlothrumbo, that I might die, and my Soul join with his Adversary; I’d fly swiftly with the Ball, and direct it to his inward Heart.
Theor. Curse him not; has he deserted you?
Dolo. We no sooner entered the Field, but he joined the Adversary; may Heaven pour down upon him the bitter Blessings, the Honey Curse, the gilded Pill, that satisfies Desire, and infects the Mind; give him Riches, and make him love them, then will he be abhorred of Men, the Spirits, the Angels, and the Gods: may a proud Sign appear in his Face, that he may be a Tavern for Devils to riot and banquet in; let him pamper Nature, feed high, to destroy his Taste; so blind all the Beauties of the Mind; then will his hungry Pleasure devour up all the eternal Treasure of his Soul.
Theor. Godelmo, let thy Passion cease.
Dolo. O pardon me, I must be alone, and burst my Heart with sighing.
[Ex. Dolo.
Theor. O that Heaven would erect an Altar where Man might sacrifice himself an Offering; then surely the Blood of great Men would dye the Spring, the Rivers, and the Seas. O my Soul is full of Calamity, and my Heart is sore with Sorrow.
Enter Flame.
Fla. Just now my Rival is with her; I tremble thus in the solemn Gloom, the Noon of Night; my wakeful Soul can find no rest, but from a jealous Dream I start, I rise amazed, in the Face of the Elements, bow, sigh, and think of Sorrow; I wonder what the Moon thinks of me. Oh when, oh when, shall Time and Sorrow cease! Surely Cupid’s Dart is the Sting of Death; oh dear Death, oh how I could hug thee. What Sign is it when a Man’s Heart is broken?
Theor. That he is in love.
Fla. Come, do, let you and I weep together, and pour out all the sour Anguish of our Souls: Women are cruel Creatures; tho’ I could kiss her a thousand thousand Times; oh ye inconstant Wretch, yet I will press my Check to thine, weep, sigh, and part Eternal; Oh!
Oh you dearest Creature, Heaven is seen in every Feature Is there no such thing, as learning Charms to move? No, no, no, ’tis Gold and Honour makes the Fair to love: Angel, ’tis in vain, if you come like a Swain, With all your Harps and Arts, and Sweets to please from Jove.
ACT IV.
Enter Bellman and Sings.
Good Morn, good Morn, my Masters all good Morn! Whilst I poor Mortal wander here below, You what’s most pleasing know, No Charm’s so deep, how charming, how sweet It is to fall within the fair Enchantress Arms asleep; But if I chance to wake you with my Bell, Be sure you let my Mistress know you’re well; And if you please her, as you ought to do, She’ll thank you, Master, and the Bellman too.
[Exit.
Enter Sementory and Seringo.
Sem. I have had no Rest this Night, my flustrated Spirits, my troubled Soul rais’d me from my Couch to my Terrass, where I beheld all Nature in Confusion, the City in Uproar, the Brave in Distress; Spears of Fire, fighting in the Elements; the King’s Solitaries scrambling up the lofty Hills, by the Light of the Moon; they prostrated themselves on the Ground, and invoke Heaven for good towards their Master.
Ser. I laid me down, and could not rest, I am uneasy for want of Sleep.
Sem. Who can sleep when a Lover’s false! This Morning Cademore intreated for the Life of the King; and as she kneel’d before Darony, her Sighs, her Tears, her Beauty has made him passionately in Love with her; yet chear up thy self, and still have hopes; when a Woman has a mind to gain a Man, she may study his Constitution, and what he likes.
Ser. Oh Sementory, I have had cruel Dreams.
Enter Hurlothrumbo.
Hurlo. Ladies, what are you upon now?
Sem. Dreams my Lord.
Hurlo. Can you interpret, Madam?
Sem. You’re sure of my best Endeavours, my Lord.
Hurlo. As I was alone in my Chair, I slumber’d, I thought myself mounted before a beautiful Wife upon the solemn Desarts of Arabia, where a dark, black Cloud overwhelm’d the Desart; a stormy, tempestuous Wind arose, and ripped up ragged Rocks, then drove them furiously over the Plain, like tremendous Bullets of Thunder; and all the dreadful Engines of eternal Misery rose up in Arms; I was in a Moment surrounded with wild Monsters, fighting with one another which should devour me first; my Horse tired, my Wife fell in Labour, the Element opened her fiery Mouth, and pour’d out Cataracts of Lightning and Hail; all the Pile of Building in the other World was tumbling down upon my Head, and how I came into my Body, I know not.
Sem. You’re happy you had a Body to shelter you: this prognosticates you’ll endure great Calamities, and at the last lose your Mistress.
Hurlo. This is my Mistress; Darony, my Rival, is dead in Love to thee; since he’s cruel and inconstant, pour out thy Grief in merry Sounds; you must part.
Ser. Part, and never meet no more:
How can I bear to see that gloomy Day, No, no, no, no, I’ll be a Soul, and fly away, In merry Sounds, I will pour out my Pain, And never think of Man again.
[Ex. Sem. and Ser.
Enter Primo.
Hurlo. Honest Solitary, what brings thee to Court to-day?
Primo. I am come in hopes to see our Lord and Master Darony.
Hurlo. He will be here instantly, and desires you will be Counsel to him, as you was to Soarethereal.
Primo. When he is King, I will be his Subject; till then, I am fervently so to my Soveraign.
Enter Darony.
Hurlo. Much Joy to your Majesty; I perceive Heaven’s Frowns are departed from your Dominions: what an Alteration in the Elements! and all Nature seems to rejoice; Phœbus till now hath ceas’d to shine upon the foggy Globe for many Weeks.
Dar. This Morning I perceiv’d the bright Angel in the Sun, that water and warms this lower World, drive away swiftly the Clouds from his Presence; he open’d high the Casement of Heaven, and sweetly smiled upon me.
Hurlo. Primo, what thinkest thou of that?
Primo. When I gaze upon the Sun, I sink into myself, full of Humility; I also learn Lowliness of the Moon; when she looks over the Brow, and begins to rise, she’s huge and dull; she swells like an outstretch’d Hero; but as she climbs, she clears, she soars aloft diminutive, that she may shine among the Stars.
Hurlo. Mr. Humility, your humble Servant.
Primo. Every one that petitions must be humble, or else his Petition will not be granted.
Dar. Art thou a Petitioner?
Primo. In the Name of Soarethereal I am, who fervently desires the Life of Theorbeo.
Dar. He shall not perish by the Hands of Man; but I have sworn a mighty Thirst of Revenge; he shall take his Chance in the Room of burning Glass: be thou humble still, and petition Heaven; cry aloud in Vocal Perspiration of thy Soul; thy Words, like Thunder, sound in the Elements, and alarm the Angels on high; then if thou hast Power above, let Phœbus cease to shine, or Theorbeo cease to live.
Primo. Then he must not live.
Dar. No, he shall not live.
Primo. Oh how Men condemn themselves!
Dar. Compassion is a Weakness in Man, it may become a Woman; not but I feel the Failing in myself, tho’ I conquer it and keep it under, lest it should appear to the World.
Hurlo. That’s true, my Lord.
Dar. I am inform’d Soarethereal is in a Wood with 20000 Men, and designs to conquer there or die; and I myself will be there present at the Slaughter.
Hurlo. There is no danger of him, my Lord; he is surrounded with 60000 Men, and was he a Grashopper, he could not escape your Armour.
Dar. Then I’m at peace within; yet Cademore still runs in my Mind: let us haste to her Apartment, and if she will not consent to marry, I’ll force her.
[Exeunt.
SCENE, a Prison.
Enter Theorbeo, and Dologodelmo looking on his Watch.
Theor. Our Time is almost expired.
Dolo. I think this Finger is like the Dart of Death, upon the Figure of Twelve sits my Life; Oh how it steals to sting!
Theor. Those are melancholly Thoughts, think not of Death, but of Life, or of any thing that will divert thee most.
Dolo. When I think my King is in misery, and Darony upon his Throne; when the Noble suffer, and Miscreants are blest, then my Faculties within me rejoice; there is a secret Thought in that, which revives my very Soul.
Theor. A small Offence unthrones the Noble, but infamous Actions raise a Tyrant.
Enter Guards and Executioner.
Theor. After what manner must we suffer?
Dolo. In the Room of burning glass.
Theor. Then what means this Executioner?
Dolo. If the Sun destroys us not, as he rides along the Meridian Course, by this Man we must be slaughtered.
Offic. My Lord, your Time’s expired; Guards attend here.
Enter Flame.
Fla. But hold, I’m come to give you a Description of your happy Flight to the Elysian: Your Neck’s no sooner laid to the Block, but the Stroke’s given; immediately your Soul begins a March through all the Elements: in the Body first, you’re confin’d five Minutes in the Regions of Fire, amazed, amidst the verdant green Climes of Water and Air; you pass then heavily through the solemn Gloom of Earth; you go, you faint, the Soul bows, farewel to Nature; you fall into a dark, black Slumber, a Trance; and when the Spirit touches you upon the Elbow, you wake surpriz’d in a World of Light; there you see Shakespear, Milton, Homer, sprightly, alert, alive, flying swiftly through the radiant Climes, to visit the Wits of every Generation; the Rich, Poor, the Merry, Mournful; the pamper’d, hungry Souls are there. Alas, the Scene is chang’d, you’ll not pity them; Queen Eliz. is in her Hut, selling of fry’d Fritters; Pompey and Alexander carry Charcoal to feed her Fires; the Great Mogul, the Czar, the grim Bashaw, the Emperor, the Grand Turk and Cæsar, are scrambling for the Drops of the Pan, and as they are wont, are scuffling for Trifles, till it raises their inextinguishable Rage to Loggerheads, cutting, flashing, carbonading Nero’s Buttocks; nay, they’re all fighting in Blood up to the Ears, and there is the Devil to do amongst them.
[Exit Flame.
Theo. Dologodelmo farewell.
Dolo. Our Time is come to part.
Theo. Farewell, my Lord farewell, this World is all Departure; Oh that I could appoint a Place to meet thee after Death; yet through the ranging of my Soul at Liberty, I’ll surely ken thee afar; methinks I see thee shine upon the brightest Mountain in the highest Orb, stretching forth thy self, and pluming thy immortal Wings, preparing to take thy everlasting and eternal Flight; and when we meet to part no more, may all our Song be Love, in Divine Tranquility.
Dolo. This lofty, sublime Speculation, proceeds from your own Virtue, not from my Merit; for if the Work of this Life, makes a Garment for the Soul, mine will be stain’d with Avarice, Debauchery and Revenge; you are Innocent: O Innocence! thou only Traveller to Heaven, farewell for ever.
[Ex.
SCENE, a Wood.
Thunder and Lightning. Enter King.
King. What a Smell of Sulphur is here? Was ever Day like this? surely all the Infernals are rising up in Arms, in Thunder, Lightning, and Hail; the Air’s in a Flame; I think my self in the Sun, expecting every Moment to be dissolv’d, and Conscience smiles.
[Ex. King.
A Genius descends in a Cloud, and Death enters upon a pale-dun Horse.
Death. Thou Genius of the King, confront me not.
Genius. Oh Death, thou long-liv’d Mortal, say for what art thou come, thus proudly aloft, and hieroglyphick mounted?
Death. To Wars, Victory, Revenge, with Stings from Lucifer my imperial Grandfather; I drive my Parent Man from Nature; I’ll die, be born again, and pursue him in Eternity.
Genius. Thus when Man commits a Crime, he creates a Fiend to fight against him: remember thou Toad of Hell, all the Elements that compound the Nature of Mortals, are now conspiring against thee.
Death. Discord horrid!
Genius. Thou Off-spring of Sin, that is, of that Nature that will draw upon it all the eternal Vengeance of Heaven!
Death. Thou mak’st me tremble.
Genius. Tremble thou, when yon marble Sky shall rent, flashing swift as the Lightning glimpse away; when crimson Elements appear, and Fury rides on flaming Winds, and spreads himself abroad, deep in the Bowels of this Globe shall wake, nay twice ten thousand Thunders, renting the rocky Mountains, and hurling Kingdoms to the Sky; Cataracts of Fire, and purple Storms shall rage, and hurricane thy infernal Soul.
Death. Discord horrid!
[Ex. Death.
Enter King.
King. Man, what is thy Business here to interrupt my Solitude?
Genius. I follow the Oppress’d, where I often find Relief.
King. What is thy Name?
Genius. My Name is secret, I was Tutor to a young Man, and when I corrected him to cure Pride, he resisted and rose up against me, and for that Reason I have left him for a Season.
King. And will Calamity cure Pride?
Genius. Behold yon pamper’d high-fed Colt, unoppress’d, at ease, unbroke, he leap’d his Mounds, and sported all abroad; he saw a Lamb, a Nightingale, a Dove; he started, snorted, and bridled with Disdain, with twisted Neck and cocking Tail, with bended Knee he bounds away, disdaining all he sees; but now his Back is stain’d with Saddle-marks, his Mouth is gaul’d with Bridle-bit; and he that despis’d the Lamb, the Dove, the Nightingale before, now is tam’d, and feeding with a Goose and Boar.
King. Alas! I pity thee; here is all the Money I have, and this Ring; ’twas given me by one I most admire.
Genius. But why do you give me all?
King. I am distress’d my self, and design to ask Relief of Heaven.
Genius. I will speak of thy Generosity, and force my Words to the highest Heaven; Angels will love and long for thy coming on high; rapp’d with thy Fame will wing away, warbling as the Swift, to meet thee in thy flight.
[Ex. Genius.
King. From whence this inward Joy, as if the Musick of the Spheres, and heavenly Song, penetrate the Sky, and eccho in my Soul.
Enter Officer.
Offic. I am inform’d from the City, that Darony has taken Possession of all, and is now crown’d, and the People greatly rejoice: Lomporhomock and Hurlothrumbo are come down with an Army of 60000 Men, and threaten in a Moment to destroy you and your Troops.
[Ex. Officer.
King. The excessive Storm blows up the Fire of my Soul, and makes me long to fight; every String of my Heart is firm, is stony as the Lion’s Nerve; it rises in my Breast, it leaps, it yearns; Oh great is my Desire! I am all athirst, not for the Blood of my Adversaries, but for the Freedom of my Friends.
Enter Officer.
Offic. Theorbeo is at the Place of Execution; he desires to be interr’d under his Statue in the Grove, that if you ever come to your Kingdom, you may sometimes walk and think of him.
[Exit Officer.
King. Oh when shall this Dramatick World be done! but yet with me indeed it is. Oh when shall the End of all Things come! When shall the Musick of the Spheres break out! like Trumpets found Alarms, and Thunder in Bases roar? Oh when shall the glittering Crouds of Angels tread the Stages of the Sky, to sing the Chorus at the End of Time! Sing, oh Chant, with Sounds to metamorphose Man; and make me, oh make me any thing but what I am!
Enter Officer.
King. Why do you pause?
Offic. I fear to speak.
King. Speak, for I dread not to hear; this Moment I will fight and die with my Army.
Offic. The Princess Cademore is now forc’d in Marriage to Darony.
[Exit Officer.
King. O there is the Sting! Have I lost, for ever lost, every thing that’s dear to me in Life, my Crown, my Mistress, and my Friends? Rise up now, thou Strength of Reason, and pull down the Passion of my Soul; oh let the Curtain of the Clouds be lifted up, the Scenes, the Elements depart asunder; and may some piercing penetrating Eye in tender Pity gaze upon me!
Enter Officer.
Offic. The Enemies assaults us in our Trenches, we must either fight or die, and only wait for your Majesty’s Commands.
King. Depart, I’ll instantly be with you. [Exit Officer.] Yet hold, 20000 to engage with 60000, there must be great Courage or Contrivance, tho’ I have known brave Men naked have beaten Cowards in Armour; I have also heard of the Grecian Contrivance, their Horse: I scorn to overcome by Stratagem, no, I’ll raise up the Spirit of my Army; I’ll give them to drink Brandy mix’d with Gun-powder, and in the Anguish and Bitterness of my Soul, I’ll slash it through the Veins, and mingle it in the Blood of every Man, that they altogether may be one in the Image of a Dragon.
With fiery Heart and flaming Eyes, To every Part the Sulphur flies; The Wings extend, the thorny Points display, The Sting from Mouth ascends, and shuts for happy Day: The Heart, the Eyes, the Sting, the Feet, the furious Claws, Mount all up on the Wing, and fly amidst the Foes; Then Lightning from the Nostrils flies. Swift Thunder-bolts from Anus, and the Mouth will break, With Sounds to pierce the Skies, and make the Earth to quake: And if one Part should chance to fail, I’ll prick him on with speary Tail.
SCENE, Cademore’s Apartment.
Enter Cademore and Seringo.
Cad. See who comes here?
Serin. ’Tis the Lord Flame.
Enter Flame.
Flame. My Soul is outrageous in Pursuit of my Rivals, and mounts my Body Upon the Wing; flies through the Woods, rips up the lofty Oaks, splits the Rocks, plows up the Seas. Oh this scandalizing World! disgrace the noble Oliver, and say, that he is Gunpowder-maker to the Devil; and that Lucifer reads the Scriptures, that he may plead against Mortals. See, see those two glow-worms how they glitter; these are Cleopatra’s radiant Eyes, just scrall’d up from her Body, ambitious to vie against the Stars: How vain is Woman! veil thy Bosom, those heaving Monsters fire me; oh that I was a Child again, that I might suck!
[Exit Flame.
Cad. I pity this poor unfortunate Man, I feel his Distemper approach my Brain.
Enter Darony, Cademore turns from him.
Daro. Dear Lady fly me not, stay and hear me speak; Ovid’s Words in Bonon’s Sound, cannot describe the Passion of my Love.
Cad. Cruel Man, follow me not; if you love me, do not augment my Torment.
Daro. I am come with Comforts to feed the distressed Soul, I love.
Cad. What in me, do you admire?
Daro. Your Person, Madam.
Cad. They are Brutes that marry Bodies; the Mind is all that can be loved; the other is a Desire proceeds from Nature vicious, urged by Food and Wine: Live low, and you’ll not love me.
Daro. Oh ’tis in my Soul, I admire the Mind!
Cad. Then if you converse, you enjoy; what can you ask for more?
Enter Hurlothrumbo, and a Parson.
Hurlo. Come along, Sir, the King will make you a Bishop.
Daro. My Love, my Life, my Fire, to thee shall all be given; I’ll make thee taste of earthly Joys, and fetch thee down from Heaven: A Power that will without controul, Knock down all the Centrys of the Soul.
Sir, perform your Office.
Par. Madam, are you willing to be married?
Cad. I am not.
Hurlo. Never mind that.
Par. ’Tis my Sovereign, and I must obey.
Enter Flame, with Pistols, and a drawn Sword.
Fla. This Dagger will I heat red-hot in the crimson Blood of Darony, with which I’ll spear the Heart of Seringo, that Weather-cock; I’ll raise it upon some Pinacle or Spire; it shall ever whirl about with every Blast; myself I’ll dissolve into Air; I’ll make the stormy Winds to blow, the petty Breezes shall have no Power; but I’ll reign King of Tempest.
Hurlo. My Lord, can I serve you? Do you please to accept of Assistance?
Flame. Hurlothrumbo, what hast thou done with Seringo, hid her in thy Belly? Speak, in a moment speak, or I’ll rip it open, and let her out.
Hurlo. O no! ah hold! oh pray give me leave, and I’ll answer you!
Fla. Speak! quickly speak! or like a Griffin stuff’d with Fire and Gunpowder, I’ll blow thy Limbs and Stings to every Part of the Globe!
Hurlo. Oh ye Powers inspire me with Madness, that I may answer him in his own Language! [Aside.] If you please to let us go, my Lord, we’ll this Moment mount her upon the Back of the Sun; in the mean while, you get a stradling upon the Moon, there you’ll be mounted aloft, and ride after her, spur and whip, whip and spur, and you’ll be sure to overtake her in the Eclipses; there you’ll be clapp’d together, Face to Face, one upon another; and all the World will shout and say, he has her, he has her, he has her! huzza!
[Darony, Hurlothrumbo, and the Parson, shout and Ex.
Fla. Ride on, Lightning, to perform, or I’ll drive you on with Thunder.
Serin. Dear Lady keep him in Discourse, for your own Security.
Cad. My Lord, you seem to be in Distress, is it in my Power to assist you?
Fla. No; my Soul, like a Jocky, is mounted and riding his eternal Race; I have slackned the Reins of Nature, and the Beast pulls, is pampered with too many Beans and Oats, and is running away with me to the Devil.
[Exit Flame and Seringo.
Cad. Pity! I have heard of Pity, surely Pity now is banish’d from the Earth, and all the Spirits of Love are lock’d up fast in Heaven. Was I once free from this miserable Cave of Nature, I think I could deny myself even of Paradise, to fly about within this lower World, to cure all the Sick, and heal the Broken-hearted: If there be a Maid on Earth whose Grief is like to mine, O ye sublimer Genius of the Air! in tender Pity direct her here to me, that I may lay my Face down to her Feet, and wash them clean with Tears; then will I rise, and gaze, and give her all that’s mine, that Generosity may please my Soul, and Love will rise up in my Heart, and conquer all my Grief.
Enter Seringo and Sementory.
Sem. I am full of sympathetick Confusion; there is nothing to be seen upon the Terrass, but Flashes of Lightning, flying through Clouds of Gun-powder Smoak.
Cad. Oh I tremble!
Enter Servant.
Serv. Hurlothrumbo is taken Prisoner, and the Dutch Horse begin to fly.
[Exit Servant.
Enter Flame.
Flame. The King has gain’d the Victory; I’ll fly to the Elysian Fields, and provoke them all to dance.
Serin. Shall I go with you, my Lord?
Flame. Oh! no, Seringo, Coquets can never alarm me.
[A Song.
I’ll to the simple Fair incline, Constant Love, full of Jove, all divine, All, all, all divine, she’s rais’d, touch’d, rap’d, and only mine: O lead me, lead me to one like thee! Yet mighty Fate from happy State, Leads us all from Ruin, Through jealous Discords oh, And parting worse than Death, Death, oh.
[Exeunt.
The End of the Fourth Act.
ACT V.
Enter Hurlothrumbo, in Prison guarded.
Hurlo. Leave me alone, let me vent, let me pour out the inveterate Anguish of my Soul; I see there is nothing impossible; no, does not this World turn round without Spit or Jack, and roast before the Fire in the Elements ’till all her Fruits are ripe to eat? If this be so, all things are rul’d by the same Power, and there is nothing impossible. Stand still ye Globe, let there be but one Season, scorch or starve the Universe: Come a little nearer, oh ye Sun, and burn all mortal Race, or keep thee farther off, and starve them soon to Death; oh that all Mankind might perish with myself!
Enter Lomporhomock, guarded.
Hurlo. My Lord Lomporhomock, you’re welcome to your new Habitation.
Lom. ’Tis a cold Place.
Hurlo. Yes; you had us’d to stew your Lungs up in Claret all Night, and the next Morning skim the Pot with a Pipe of Tobacco; but a little cold Water must now suffice: I wish I had the scourging of thy Dutch Buttocks.
Lom. Is there any Hopes of Liberty?
Hurlo. Nothing more sure than that; they’ll first make thee dance the stripping Dance.
Lom. How is that?
Hurlo. They’ll first take this Stone Cloak off thy Shoulders; thy Clothes off thy Back; then strip thy Body of thy Soul, and send it into its own Country stark naked, and a good Journey to you.
Lom. Rather a good Dream.
Hurlo. This World is all a Dream, an Outside, a Dunghill pav’d with Diamonds; but to you and your cursed Army nothing can compare,
Except I hunt the Woods, to find a Savage Boar: No sooner he his Adversary sees, But rouses up from Luxury and Ease; His Heart and Eyes, was in Surprize, and both at Civil War, And all his Passion backward flies, and flames into the Air, Then from his Jaws did Foam descend, as tho’ he fear’d no Evil; The Tail, the Tusks, the Bristles stood an end, as if he’d fight the Devil; But when with Spear, the Foe drew near, to shout for happy Day, His Ears let fall, and drooping all, cry’d Boh! and run away.
[Exit Lomp.
Enter Primo.
Hurlo. Honourable Sir, and greatest Comfort in Adversity, ’tis my fervent Desire to know what Pleasure we shall enjoy in the Elysian; for now all my Hopes are there.
Primo. Has your Pleasure been intellectual, in which the Body has no share?
Hurlo. I have had very delightful Dreams, all Spirit and Love; but I must needs say, the Body did share in the Pleasure, and Woman has been all the Delight of my Life.
Primo. Look up, my Lord; you see yon Marble Sky, thro’ that is the Way you are to pass; then you come to a Scarlet Flame, that Flame compounds the Nature of Woman, and if that Part of Woman has dissolved thee here, how shalt thou be able to march thro’ the fiery Element, on which a Woman is made; no, it cannot be, you will descend, you’ll yearn to your old Delights, and visit the Virgins in the Night.
Hurlo. That’s good.
Primo. Then will you haunt melancholy Tombs, and visit Hurlothrumbo in his Solitude; invite him to a Banquet of Raptures: but alas, he’ll be indispos’d, and so desire to be excus’d.
Hurlo. That’s blank; may I not fly amongst my old Friends, and noble Officers? will they not honour me as a Person of Quality?
Primo. Every Man is honour’d according to his Colour and Brightness; your common Souls are like dissolved Allum, pour’d in clear Water; these are not able to converse with the Sublimes, nor Gloworm shine before the Sun.
Hurlo. I hope they’ll not rob me of my Honour, that his Majesty has bestow’d upon me: they’ll call me Lord, will they not?
Primo. Words are not the Language of the Place, ’tis Musick, Motion, Hieroglyphick, Dress.
Hurlo. Tell me how shall I converse with Brutus, I long to see him: By what shall I know him?
Primo. Brutus is in Scarlet; his Heart shines like a Star, and his Right hand is black.
Hurlo. What, for Murder! then I shall be black all over; now be sincere, and let me know your Opinion of my Case.
Primo. Then answer me, can you love a Friend more than a Mistress?
Hurlo. No.
Primo. Are you mov’d with Sounds? do they drive Venom from your Soul, and make your Blood run cold?
Hurlo. No.
Primo. Are you affected with sublime Prose; do your Nerves creep, and your Veins shiver?
Hurlo. No.
Primo. Then you’ll enter into the Shades like a Cow in an Opera, terrify’d with Delights; she lows and interrupts; she gallops to those Climes, where is most Grass, and a Bull.
[Ex. Primo.
Hurlo. May be live in my Dream, upon the Desarts of Arabia, hurl’d about with stormy Tempest, in Thunder, Lightning and Hail; be pursued by Dragons, Wolves and Tygers; then fly to my Body for shelter, and find the Door shut. Oh most horrid! oh, what has brought me to this unhappy Place of Misery? it was in pursuit of Honour.
Honour, like the lighted Meteor in the Air, She leads the midnight Traveller astray, Forsaken by the Light, the Sun and Day; Thro’ Brambles, Briers, Hedges, Ditches, The Ignis fatuus the Fool bewitches. Thus stimulated, the glimmering Light deceives him, Leads him to a miry Bog, then vanishes and leaves him: Thus I do roul and wallow in the Mire of the Mind, Not one Moment’s Ease to my Soul can find; Shine oh Sun, my Life to me restore, And thee for Fatuus I’ll forsake no more.
[Ex. Hurlo.
Enter King, and Officer.
King. Here I parted with Theorbeo; ah he is gone, he is banish’d from the Earth; oh now my Body hungers for the Ground, as my Soul is a-thirst for Heaven; I will go visit him in the Dust, whilst Sorrow is desirous to vent, lest I rejoice at the Sight of Cademore, and forget my Grief for my Friend. The Fatigue of this Day has been very great; what can strengthen these trembling Nerves; quench and compose these flaming Spirits?
Offic. Sleep.
King. Oh, what can make an afflicted Mind to sleep?
Offic. Harmony.
King. ’Tis true; whilst I visit Theorbeo, get the Performers in readiness; let the Musick be Astartus, ’tis the Language of Angels, the Eccho of Heaven; and who shall declare the Sense to Mortals? Those Sounds inspire the Intellect, and strengthen the Soul; they animate and arm the Mind; raise to the highest Œconomy of the Universe, and lure me quite from Care; then finely turning the Keys of Paradise, they waft me from Orb to Orb, and make me, thro’ divine Opticks, see, the radiant Splendors of bright shining Worlds.
[Ex. King and Officer.
[Musick plays solemn. The Scene discovers Theorbeo’s Statue in a Grove.
Enter King.
King. I could lay me down, and dissolve my Body by thee, and make my Soul to swim away to thine in Floods of Tears: Oh Theorbeo, thy Body was inhabited once by all things fine, Faculties that rous’d aloft within, ready to heave up the Sky, and force themselves to Heaven; full of an humble Grandeur, Resolution, Ambition divine, that mighty he, that wings the Soul: ’tis impossible that so much Greatness should ever cease to live; oh here let me stay, till thy Breath of eternal Raptures, shall descend from Heaven in Harmony; when thy bright Spirit, like the Sun, shall glance from the Sphere, I’ll leap up in Extasy, and meet thee in the Air; when we descend, I’ll stand to pause, to gaze, admire, rejoice and weep; I’ll parry thy Beams, run into thy Rays, and clasp thee in my Arms; if I become blind; but now sleepy Nature calls to rest, and as our Bodies slumbering sympathize, may our Souls in extatick Visions meet.
[Enter Seringo and sings, and Exit.
Enter Theorbeo and Dologodelmo.
Theor. She resembles the Guardian Angel of a Man, when his Pupil to Pluto and to Vice is given; then just like her, he sings, he mourns, and sends the Muse to Heaven.
King. Now have I pass’d my Cademore’s World, and enter Theorbeo’s Kingdom; is it thus we pass from lasting Sleep, and wak’d to Life by a Choir of Angels? This inimitable Sound makes all my Nerves to creep; the chanting Harmony thrills my Veins; the superlative Sweetness of the Musick raises me from the Dust of Death.
[He rises and sees Theorbeo.
Oh Theorbeo, I am like a Cœlestial inspired Man, my Heart is full of Love, and overflows with Joy; is it lasting, or will it vanish? To-day or ever? Momentary or eternal? declare those blooming Thoughts; a Pearl and Heavenly Mystery lodge within thy Eyes, ripe with Anity, appris’d with Tidings from on high; oh tell to me the Case of separate Souls; or in the Rapidity of thy Career, catch me away in a divine Transport, I long to touch thee; may I touch thee?
Theor. Yes, you may.
Dolo. Will your Majesty give me leave to explain the Mystery?
King. Speak Godelmo, for I long to hear.
Dolo. The King was no sooner enter’d the Room of Burning-Glass; but it scorch’d his very Soul; crying out aloud to Heaven, with fervent Oraison, the Sun seem’d to start, and vail’d his Face with Clouds; for when he reflected on what was done, he mourn’d and wept, he wetted all the World with Tears: when we were both releas’d from our Chains, he drew the Vesture from his Eyes, and smil’d on all the Earth.
King. Oh Theorbeo, methinks I see the Angel, that pitches his Pavilion round thee, leave thee and march to the higher Regions of the Air, then rise up with his glittering Glory, and eclipse the Sun; O Theorbeo, I celebrate a Dunelmo in my Heart, and all the Faculties of my Soul are banqueting on high Delight.
Enter Flame.
Fla. The Centry of my Actions is just reliev’d; my new Companion, and a good Conscience, revive my Vitals, chuck my Heart under the Chin; and all the Strings strike up a Rit-a-te; every Faculty is trickling down with Transports.
Sings. I gaze in Transport charm’d,
My Soul’s with Love alarm’d.
A SONG.
Scene changes to the Court.
Enter Sementory and Seringo.
Sem. See here comes the King; Calamity prepares a Man to receive a Petition; Dolo will tell him the Cause of our coming.
Enter Dologodelmo.
Dolo. I have inform’d the King that you have a Petition to his Majesty; he’ll instantly pass by, and speak to you; see where he comes!
[Ex. Dolo.
Enter King.
Sem. Pray my Sovereign Lord hear us, let Pity move; the meanest of Kings pardon small Offences, and the mightiest of Kings may stand in need of Mercy; your Majesty knows that Greatness is seen more in a Man, when Mercy exerts in Lowliness, than when he rides in Fury, upon red-wing’d Thunder to revenge.
King. Rise up, I’ll hear no more, I can guess at what you’ll say. (Ex. Sem. and Ser.) My Enemies are the Rod of Heaven, that seldom ceases to torment: How mean a thing it is for Men to beg that Life, that is in the Hands of the greatest Adversary? No, they cannot live, their Breath would infect the Air, who would turn loose Dragons, Wolves and Tygers, I am not safe upon my Throne; yet Wisdom, in the highest Philosophy, tells me I am fate? for if there be a Power above, I am the Shadow of that Power below; and if so, not all the Power of my Adversaries, and all the furious Infernals, can stir a Shadow the Breadth of a Hair, except they have power to move the Substance. I cannot bear to have an Enemy; if I destroy these Men, they go down to the Dust unconquered: I never knew a Temper, not of the most inveterate kind, but I could conquer it, and force the Man to love me. When Ambition, Revenge and Passions rise, then Reason strengthens, and Love stands up and demands a Parly; and when my vanquish’d Adversary stands before me, it is equal to me whether I strike or kiss.
[Exit.
Enter Sementory and Seringo.
Sem. Darony is very desirous to live, he’s much in love with Life; the King is now in Cademore’s Apartment; she may soften his Mind, and make him full of Compassion: Darony deserves no Pity. Oh Seringo, what was you in love with, when you admir’d that Mortal?
Ser. Not with the Man, but his Title.
Sem. Well, we Women are not worth a wise Man’s Observation; our graceless Pride, and covetous Ambition, makes us always poor, and tasteless; were we humble as the purest Spirits, discerning as the Watchers above; we should admire Merit, then find Happiness, and be as rich as Hermits: you’ll never prosper for your Cruelty to the Lord Flame.
Ser. That’s my fear.
Sem. See, here he comes; ’tis Vertue creates Love, Love Fire, and Fire confin’d creates Madness; but give vent, and all shall be well.
Ser. I will, Sementory.
Enter Flame.
Fla. What! not marry’d yet?
Sem. No; Angels are jealous of the Sublime in Ladies, prevent and preserve us from rude Men; for they destroy the Beauty of the Mind, as Time and Thought do the Body.
Fla. O Seringo! that thy Heart was Steel; ’tis Sand upon which I wrote all my Perfections, but every little Wind makes an Alteration, and blows the Impression quite away.
Sem. Make way; see here the King comes!
[Ex. Flame, Sementory, and Seringo.
Enter King and Cademore.
Cad. Oh! tell me, how did you bear the Pangs of Parting?
King. When I heard that you was married to another my Soul sigh’d within me; it mourn’d, it griev’d, I perceiv’d a Tear of Blood to trickle down, and drop from the Bottom of my Heart; then Reason rouz’d within me, with celestial Wings I soar’d, I flew to my Aid aloft, I sigh’d, I bow’d sublime, and wept.
Enter Theorbeo and Dologodelmo.
Dolo. The vanquish’d Traitors are come to appear before your Majesty.
King. Can you bear to see any thing in distress?
Theo. I must own my Soul is apt to sympathize.
King. ’Tis so with me; when I see the Wound of a Man, that Part of me trembles; and thro’ viewing a Cripple, have been seiz’d with Lameness. How Thoughts rise up and plead to strengthen Mercy! telling me I am a Judge, my own Eternal highly honour’d, myself appears before myself, to receive from myself my irrevocable Sentence.
A Shout behind the Scenes. Enter Hurlothrumbo, Urlandenny, and Darony.
King. Here comes Hurlothrumbo in Hieroglyphicks; pray the meaning of this comical Dress?
Hurlo. ’Tis a dumb Confession of my Guilt, ’tis an Index to my Heart; black and yellow without, wild and foolish within.
King. ’Tis true; though I have never known a Coward honourable, I have seen a stout Man a Villain; the Love of Gold will overthrow the greatest Heart: thou hast conquer’d a Lion, deceiv’d a Madman, and cunningly escaped from Death, but now——
Hurlo. Oh now let me live that I may be all divine, and so out-wit the Devil!
King. Darony, what have you to ask?
Dar. Life, and Pardon for my Offences.
King. As the Optick through the Lid discerns the Light; so through the Eye of the Intellect, methinks I see your separate Souls strolling sad through the intricate Windings of Elysium: I pity you all as poor unfortunate Men; Darony, I will not take from you that Life which Heaven has given, but will give thee Riches to satisfy the Thirst of thy Ambition. Why do you pause?
Dar. Oh what an Alteration in the Mind! your Generosity is at Wars within, and knocks down Avarice, Cruelty and Pride in me, I am in love with your Greatness, and hate myself; I myself will punish your Offender, [stabs himself] Oh! loose me, ’tis not finished.
[Dol. holds him.
King. See, is the Wound mortal?
Dol. ’Tis not, my Lord.
King. Unarm him, take him hence, he shall not die. Hurlothrumbo, so long as thou art cloathed in that like Garment, thou shalt live, thou shalt never appear in Scarlet any more, to deceive Mankind. Urlandenny, I remember what good thy Father perform’d in our Family, therefore I will not separate thy Soul from thy Body, but will give thee Liberty.
Urlan. Oh how Heaven exerts in Nature! Great and noble Man, every Tongue shall speak of thee, their Words shall mingle with the Winds, to fly and sing through all and every part: those Sounds rebound from Sky to Sky, and Eccho’s ring in every Heart; and when that Cloud thy Body shall pass from the Sun, thy Soul, that Sun, shall shine throughout all Worlds: the diminutive Spirits will in Amazement stand, for thy exceeding Glory will eclipse their Sight: Fear and Trembling on their vital Hearts will seize, they’ll drop to the Earth as Leaves in Autumn fall; the mortal Stars will not presume to gaze, but in thy Presence veil their Faces all.
[Exeunt.
FINIS.