PHILANAX

When you our Sun Obscure your glorious beams, poor we that borrow Our little light from you, cannot but suffer A general Eclipse. I know not What the play may prove, but I assure you that I do not Like the prologue. We had forgotten it's found in holy writ, That Kings hearts are inscrutable. Your gracious sister. So has the Emperor. Leave thy profaneness I believe it; But the sum of all in brief. And who the masculine witness? 'twas a grace, With justice you may boast of. That is yet To be determined of; but I am certain, A Prince so soon in his disposition altered, Was never herd nor read of. I am here Enjoined to ree all such as lie for debt, The creditor to be paid out of his coffers. It's a rare clemency! As they guess, to the laurel grove Ease to your Lordship. Exeunt Most miserably, And it adds much to his affliction, that The pain denies him power to wait upon Your Majesty. I murder you my Lord? heaven witness for me With the restoring of your health, I wish you Long life, and happiness: for my self I am Compelled to put in execution that Which I would fly from, it's the Emperor, The high incensed Emperors will commands What I must see performed. His displeasure Reflects on none of those particulars, Which you have mentioned, though some jealous Princes In a subject cannot brook they. There is no remedy. These false Hope's My Lord abuse you. What man, when condemned, Did ever find a riend? or who dares lend And eye of pity to that starcros'd subject On whom his sovereign frowns. There's your error. Her many favours which you hoped should make you, Prove your undoing. She poor Lady is Banished for ever from the Emperors presence, And his confirmed suspicion, to his wrong, That you have be over familiar with her, Dooms you to death. I know you understand me. In sharing with him; Those sweet and secret pleasures of his bed, Which can admit no partner. These complaints Are to no purpose: think on the long flight, Your better partly must make. 'Tis left to you, To make choice of which you please. It's too late Sir. He's dead, and when you know he was unable To wrong you, in the way that you suspected, You'll wish it had be otherwise. I am sure he was and Eunuch, and might safely Lie by a Virgins side, at four years made one, Though to hold grace with Ladies he concealed it. The circumstances, and the manner how You may hear at better leisure. Obedience and Majesty never lodged In the same Inn. A Petitioner. What does your majesty think of? the maid's gone. We only talk when we should do You are troubled for Your proper ends, my aims are high and honest The wrong that's done to M iesty I repine at: I love the Emperor, and it's my ambition To have him know himself, and to that purpose I'll run the hazard of a check. Your command Shall be obeyed, till now I never herd you Speak Like your self; and may that power by which You are so, strike me dead, if what I shall Deliver, as a faithful subject to you, Hath root, or growth from malice, or base envy Of your Sisters greatness; I could honour in her A power subordinate to yours, but not As it's predominant. And as a bondman, Oh let my zeal find grace, and pardon from you, That I descend so low, you are designed To this or that employment, suiting well A private man I grant, but not a Prince, To be a perfect horseman, or to know The words of the chase, or a fair man of arms, Or to be able to pierce to the depth, Or write a comment on the obscurest Poets, I grant are ornaments, but your main scope Should be to govern men to Guard your own, If not enlarge your empire. No such matter, He has the theory only, not the practic. I repine not at The fair maids fortune, though I fear the Princess Had some peculiar end in't. Be it as it will, It's not now to be altered, heaven I say Turn all to the best. Their love with bounty levied, Is a sure guard. Obedience forced from fear, Paper fortification, which in danger Will yield to the impression of a reed, Or of it self fallen off. We have sought her lodgings, And all we can learn from the servants is, She by your majesty's sisters waited on, (The attendance of her other officers By her express command denied,) From the Emperor, This rare fruit to the rarest. I use his language Madame, and that trust, Which he imposed on me, discharged, his pleasure Commands my present service. Exit Philan. His cause unheard Sir? Would long since Death by some other means had made you one, That you might be less sensible of what You have, or are to suffer. His words work strangely on me, And I would do, but I know not what to think on to. Ex. Your pupil age is passed, and manly actions Are now expected from you By his looks The tempest still increases. A sudden fever Kept me at home. Pray you my Lord acquaint me With the particular . True my Lord, May all turn to the best. Your old friend, the gout? He will make you royal sport. He is a deer Of ten at the least. Your will shall be done Sir: But that I am the instrument — Your p rdon is a payment. Give me leave to mark too. I am amazed too. I never saw her equal. If these tears I drop, proceed not from my joy to hear this. May my eye-bals follow they. In the true mirror Of your perfections, at length we see Our own deformities. She stands as if his words Had powerful magic in they.