RODIA

My Lord. Always my Lord by you, but now she's coming forth. Madam, it's more innocent, I had news brought by one I sent to learn that did astonish me, that the people knew no cause of grief or gladness, but rose to their affairs as in a time when neither enemies, nor holidays do distract them from their labours. The Kings death was news this morning in the City, such care the Victor's took least, the many headed but unbrained multitude, should pull a slaughter on them. The Soldiers, though their charge was gone, kept their Guard Still, they of the party durst not disclose it for their own safety. Some there were which whispered it, but they seemed rather curious in the State, then those dull which knew it not. The messenger with this doubted what he had seen and herd; nor durst he be confirmed least his question might seem Treason, the first opening of it was by Procla mansion, with such secrecy the plot was carried, that now it was a labour to discover it. After this Aratus, and the rest of the Conpirators went into the Marketplace, where the eople were commanded to attend by public voice, and there to the assembly when they had declared the Justice of their Actium, they produced the young Prince, which in the last alteration of the State was lost. But by all supposed to have been murdered, which that he was the Kings Son was confirmed by Aratus his conferring the King dome on him: himself being the next heir unto the Crown, if the Kings Issue failed. The Story of the Prin ces life bred much Love, and Pity, and his looks were able to have led them to a civil War, had he been Con terfet. Madam you are as Innocent, as at that time your age was, and only do offend in your tears, and too much love, which on this occasion spent excessively, is not to grieve but to repine, the King was old, and taking his latest leave, and was hastened only a little sooner to show the Justice of the gods; it's true, my Lord Timeus was young, yet had no patent for his life, but as all brother's, was and uncertain joy. Madam, twould be no glory to you that and unworthy grief should be your death, your enemies no doubt are noble, sure they chosen the crewellest to execute their business, and him though his churlish outside promised not, we found more courteous, then they which do profess it, his words were the laws of Compliment. One that simpathizd in all your suffer ings, and though his manliness would not suffer him faint, he died together with you. Madam, I know not, nor did I ere see any Like him, his beauty's beyond all similitude, he speaks Like the Soldier we were talking of, but him it cannot be, he was the terror, this the darling of mankind. Madam, The King wishes you joy and comfort. And desires to visit you. Madam they break in upon us. Give her more air. She breathes, stand off. How do you Madam? Soldier, thart noble, may the gods reward thy good ness, Madam, you had best go in. Madam, it appears so in him, yet such fea tures lay a necessity of nobleness on the mind, he hum bly craves admittance, nor would he take it before that it were granted.