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].
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.