LORDS

The old Uranus, son of the Air & Day Is dead, and left behind him two brave sons, Titan and Saturn. That either power or steel must arbitrate: Causes best friended have the best event. Here Saturn comes. Titan, thy ruin shall attempt in vain Our hearts adhere with Vesta's our late Queen, According to our sovereigns late bequest, To kneel to Saturn. Rather compound. 'Tis thy people, Divinest Saturn furnished with these uses, (More then the Gods have lent them) by thy means. Proclaim to thee a lasting deity. And would have Saturn honoured as a God. Dear sovereign. I'll do't my Lord. I shall inform them so. Yet is the Kings command above your decree, And I must play intruder gainst my will. The King upon your lives hath charged you, To see that infant Lad immediately Receive his death, he stays for his warm blood To offer to the Gods. To think him slain, Sad partner of your sorrows I remain. To Jupiter. Concerning your state business. That the King of Creet, Hath not (according to his vows and oaths) Slain his male issue. March forward. Royal Saturn, 'Twas pity in the Queen so to preserve them. Your strictness slew them, they are dead in you, And in the pity of your Queen survive. But how will Titan bear him in these troubles, Being by nature proud and insolent, To see the younger seated in his throne, And he to whom the true right appertains, By birth, and law of Nations quite cast off? None shall protect our lives, but Jupiter. She is the daughter of and ancient King, That swayed the Atticke sceptre, who being tempted By many suitors, first began this vow: And leaving Court betook her to the forests. Her beauteous train are virgins of best rank, Daughters of Kings, and Princes, all devoted To abandon men, and choose virginity. All these being first to her strict order sworn, Acknowledge her their Queen and Empress. Thus mighty Saturn. After our Ceremonious Rites performed, And Sacrifice ended with reverence, A murmuring thunder hurried through the Temple. When fell a pleasant shower, whose silver drops. Filled all the Altar with a roseate Due. In this amazement, thus the Delphian God, Spoke from the Incensed Altar: Lord of Crete, Thus say to Saturn: Sibyl his fair wife, Is great with a young Prince of Noble Hope's, That shall his father's virtues much excel, Cease on his Crown, and driven him down to Hell. But Saturn hath the hearts of all the people, The Kingdoms high applause, his mother's love, The least of these are steps unto a crown. Arm, great Saturn, Thy Cities burn: a general massacre Threatens thy people. The big Tytanoys Blow up thy Land with their invasive steel. A huge unnumbered army is at hand, To set upon thy Camp. Way for the dowager Queen, Fair Prince, who ̄ heaven hath sent by miracle, To save us from the bloudyest tyrannies, That ere were practised by a mortal prince, We tender thee our Fortune's: o vouchsafe To be our Lord, our Governor, and King, Since all thy people jointly have agreed, None of that tyrants issue shall succeed. Saturn's inventions are divine, not humane, A Godlike spirit hath inspired his reign. Titan is the eldest, And should succeed by the true right of birth. Saturn is a God. He is.