THEODOSIUS

Bring me to Some place where I may look on her demeanour It's a lovely creature? Nymph. She' wondrous fair, and in her speech appeared Pieces of scholarship. How's this? clouds in the chamber And the air clear abroad. Speak you in riddles? I am no Oedipus, but your Emperor, And as such would be instructed. But that I would not Begin the expression of my being a man, In blood, or stain the first white robe I wear Of absolute power, with a S r isle imitation Of any tyrannous habit, my joust anger Prompts me to make you in your sufferings feel, And not in words to instruct you, that the licence Of the lose, and saucy language you now practised, Hath forfeited your heads. Oh the miserable Condition of a Prince! who though he vary More shapes then Proteus in his mind, and manners, He cannot win and universal suffrage, From the manyheaded monster, Multitude. Like Aesops foolish Frogs they trample on him, As a senseless block, if his government be easy. And if he prove a Stork, they croak, and rail Against him as a tyrant. I'll put off That majesty, of which you think I have Nor use, nor feeling, and in arguing with you, Convince you with strong proofs of common reason, And not with absolute power, against which, wretches, You are not to dispute. Dare you that are My creatures, by my prodigal favours fashioned, Presuming on the nearness of your service, Set off with my familiar acceptance, Condemn my obsequiousness to the wise direction Of and incomparable Sister, whom all parts Of our world, that are made happy in knowledge Of her perfection , with wonder gaze on? And yet you that were only born to eat The blessing of our mother earth, that are Distant but one degree from beasts (since slaves Can claim no larger privilege) that know No farther then your sensual appetites, Or wanton lust have taught you, undertake To give your sovereign laws to follow that Your ignorance marks out to him? Walks by. Am I grown So stupid in your judgments, that you dare With such security offer violence To sacred majesty? will you not know The Lion is a Lion, though he show not His rending paws? or fill th'affrighted air With the thunder of his roarings? you blessed Saints, How am I trenched on? is that temperance So famou in your cited Alexander, Or Roman Scipio a crime in me? Cannot I be and Emperor, unless Your wives, and daughters bow to my proud lustest? And cause I ravish not their fairest buildings And fruitful vineyards, or what is dearest, From such as are my vassals, must you conclude I do not know the awful power, and strength Of my prerogative? am I close handed Because I scatter not among you that I must not call mine own. Know you court leeches, A Prince is never so magnificent, As when he's sparing to enrich a few With injuries of many; could your Hope's So grossly flatter you, as to believe I was born and trained up as and Emperor, only In my indulgence to give S nctuarie, In their unjust proceedings, to the rapine And ava ice of my groom ? Move in that sphere, And my light with full beams shall shine upon you. Forbear this slavish courtship, it's to me In a kind idolatrous. Put off Amazement, you will find it. Yet I'll hear you At distance, as a sister, but no longer As a governess, I assure you. Will you have me Your pupil ever? the down on my chin Confirms I am a man, a man of men, The Emperor, that knows his strength. Let it suffice My wardships out. If your design concerns us As a man, and not a boy, with our allowance You may deliver it. You in this Pay your endue homage, which performed, I thus Embrace you as a Sister. No way doubting Your vigilance for my sa etie as my honour, And what you now come to impart, I rest Most confident, points at one of them! I approve not Such compositions for our moral ends, In what is in it self divine, nay more Decreed in heaven. Yet if our neighbour Princes, Ambitious of such nearness, shall present Their dearest pledges to me (ever reserving The caution of mi e own content) I'll not Contemn their courteous offers. Must I then judge the substances by the shadows? The Painters are most envious, if they want Good colours for preferment virtuous Ladies Love this way to be fla terd, and accuse The workman of detraction, if he add not Some grace they cannot truly call their own. Is't not oh Gratianus? you may challenge Some interest in the science. Let me see, Cleanthe, daughter to the King of Epirus, AEtatis suam, the fourteenth: ripe enough, And forward too, I assure you. Let me examine The Symmetries. If Statuaries could By the foot of Hercules set down punctually His whole dimensions, and the countenance be The index of the mind, this may instruct me, With the aids of that I have read touching this subject, What she is inward: the colour of her hair, If it be, as this does promise, pale, and faint, And not a glistering white; Her brow, so so; The circles of her sighed, too much contracted; Inno's fair cow eyes by old Homer are Commended to their merit, heeres a sharp frost, In the tip of her nose, which by the length assures me Of storms at midnight, if I fail to pay her The tribute she expects. I Like her not: What is the other. Amasia, Sister to the Duke of Athens, Her age eighteen, descended lineally From Theseus, as by her pedigree Will be made apparent: Of his lusty kindred? And lose so much time! it's strange! as I live, she hath A Philosophical aspect, there is More wit then beauty in her face, and when I court her, it must be in tropes, and figures, Or she will cry absurd. She will have her elencha To cut off any fallacy I can hope To put upon her, and expect I should Ever conclude in Syllog smes, and those true ones In part & toto, or sheele tire me with Her tedious Elocutions in the praise Of the increase of generation, for which Alone the sport in her morality Is good and lawful, and to be often practised For fear of missing. Fie on't, let the raze Of Theseus be matched with Aristotles, I'll none of her. Let me see her, Though wanting those additions, which we can Supply from our own store: it is in us To make men rich, and noble, but to give Legitimate shapes and virtues, does belong To the great creator of'em, to whose bounties Alone it's proper, and in this disdains And Emperor for his rival. I confess it. Would! it speaks. Suppose her one, And that she had nor organs, voice, nor heat, Most willingly I would resign my Empire So it might be to aftertime recorded That I was her Pygmalion, though, Like him, doted on my workmanship, without hope too Of having Cytherea so propitious To my vows, or sacrifice, in her compassion To give it life or motion. At the first I knew her, And a second firebrand Cupid brings to kindle My flames almost put out: I am too cold, And play with opportunity. May I taste then The nectar of her lip? I do not give it The praise it merits: antiquity is too poor To help me with a simile to express her. Let me drink often from this living spring, To nourish new invention. If? how much you sin, Only to doubt it; the possession of her Makes all that was before most precious to me, Common, and cheap: in this you have shown your self A provident Protectress. I already Grow weary of the absolute command Of my so numerous subjects, and desire No sovereignty but here, and write down gladly, A perjod to my wishes. Let me know The man to whose religious means I owe So great a debt. Take this pledge Of our assured love. Are there none here Have suits to prefer? on such a day as this My bounty's without limit. Oh my dearest, I will not hear thee speak; what ever in Thy thoughts is apprehended, I grant freely: Thou wouldst plead thy unworthiness, by thy self The magazine of felicity, in thy lowness Our Eastern Queen's at their full height bow to thee, And are in their best trim thy foils and shadows. Excuse the violence of my love, which cannot Admit the least delay. Command the Patriarch With speed to do his holy office for us, That when we are made one. In the same hour In which she is confirmed in our faith, We mutually will give away each other, And both be gainers; weel hear no reply That may divert us on. In this, sister, Your wisdom is not circular; they that sow In narrow bounds, cannot expect in reason A crop beyond their ventures, what I do Disperse, I lend, and will with usury Return unto my heap: I only then Am rich, and happy, (though my coffers found With emptiness) when my glad subject feel, Their plenty and felicity is my gift; And they will find, when they with cheerfulness Supply not my defects, I being the stomach To the politic body of the State, the limbs Grow suddenly faint, and feeble; I could urge Proofs of more fineness in their shape and language, But none of greater strength: dissuade me not, What we will, we will do; yet to assure you, Your care does not offend us, for and hour, Be happy in the converse of my best And dearest comfort; may you please to licence My privacy some few minutes? Oh sweet creature! Let me be censured found, and too indulgent, Nay though they S y uxorious, I care not, Her love, and sweet humility exact A tribute far beyond my power, to pay Her matchless goodness. Forward. Let me understand it, If yet there be ought wanting that may perfect A general happiness. True, Philanax. And by that certain compass we resolve To steer our Bark of government. We will not wrong Your judgement, in conceiving what it's fit For you to ask, and us to grant, so much, As to proceed with caution, give me my signet, With confidence I sign it, and here vow By my father's soul, but with your free consent It is irrevocable. Let those jewel So highly rated by the Persian Merchant's Be bought, and as a sacrifice from us Presented to Eudox . She being only Worthy to wear they, I am angry with The unresistable necessity Of my occasions, and important care That so long keep me from her. WHat is become of her? can she that carries Such glorious excellence, of light about her Be any where concealed? Forbear Impertinent circumstances, whither went she? speak. So slightly guarded What and earthquake I feel in me and but that Religion assures the contrary, The Poets dreams of lustful Fawns, and Satires, Would make me fear, I know not what. Yes, it does please me But why returned without her? Force the doors, Kill those that dare resist. What strange may-game's this? Though done in sport, how ill this levity Becomes your wisdom? Take heed, put not these Strange trials on my patience. Misery's of more weight, Then it's feigned they supported, fallen upon me, What hath my rashness e done? in this transaction Drawn, in express e and formal terms I have Given and consigned into your hands, to use And observe, as you please, my deer Eudoxa. It is my deed, I do confess it is, And as I am my self, not to be canceled: But yet you may show mercy, and you will, When you consider that there is no beauty, So perfect in a creature, but is soilde With some unbeseeming blemish; you have laboured To built me up a complete Prince, it's granted, Yet as I am a man, Like other Monarchs, I have defects and frailties, my facility, To send petitioners with pleased looks from me, Is all I can be charged with, and it will Become your wisdom, (since it's in your power) In charity to provide, I fallen no further Or in my oath, or honour. I embrace it As a graven advertisement, and vow hereafter Never to sign petitions at this rate. Which if I partly from Till death divorce us. Kissing Athen. Nay sweet chide not I am punished in thy looks, defer the rest, Till we are more private. Nay no anger, Since all good was intended. Is Paulinus So tortured with his gout? I pity him: he is A wondrous honest man, and what he suffers, I know will grieve my Empress. He deserves it, She cannot find a subject upon whom She better may confer it: is the stag Safe lodged? What's the matter? Yes, and hold it as And ornament, not a blendish. Oh Timantus! Since that dread power by whom we are, disdains not With and open ear to hear petitions from us, Easy access in us his deputies, To the meanest of our subi cts, is a debt, Which we stand bound to pay. What's they suit friend? It is the fairest fruit I ever saw. Those golden apples in the Hesperian orchards So strangely guarded by the watchful Dragon, As they requi ed great Hercules to get they, Nor those with which Hippomenes deceived, Swift footed Atalanta, when I look On this, deserve no wonder. You behold The pooreman, and his present with contempt I to their valve prize both; he that could So aid weak nature, by his care, and labour, As to compel a crabtree stock to bear A precious fruit of this large size, and beauty, Would by his industry change a petty village Into a populous City, and from that Erect a flourishing Kingdom. Give the fellow For and encouragement to his future labours, Ten Attic talents. Tired? I must not say so However, though I road hard; to a huntsman, His toil is his delight, and to complain Of weariness, would show as poorly in him, As if a General should grieve for a wound, Received upon his forehead, or his breast, After a glorious victory, lay by These accoutrements for the chase. Enter Pull h. Sister, to you I owe the freedom, and the use of all The pleasures I enjoy; your care provides For my security, and the burden which I should alone sustain, you undergo, And by your pain ull watchings, yield my sleeps Both found, and sure. How happy am I in Your knowledge of the art of government! And me, I glory to behold you Dispose of great designs, as if you were A partner, and no subject of my Empire. Who dares repine at that, Which hath our suffrage? In this you reflect Upon my Empress You touch a string That sounds but harshely to me, and I must In a brother's love advise you that hereafter You would forbear to move it. Since she is In her pure self a harmony of such sweetness, Composed of duty, chaste desires, her beauty (Though it might tempt a Hermit from his beads) The least of her endowment . I am sorry Her holding the first place, since that the second Is proper to your self, calls on your envy. She err? it is impossible in a thought, And much more speak, or do what may offend me. In other things, I would believe you sister: But though the tongues of Saints, and Angels taxed her Of any imperfection, I should be Incredulous. The abstract of what's excellent in the sex: But to their mulct , and frailties a mere stranger; I'll die in this belief. Enter Cleon with the apple. Would! Above his honour? It's the same. Farther off, You have told your tale. Stay you for a reward? Take that. Strikes him. May I not vent my sorrows in the air, Without discovery? forbear the room, Yet be within call, what and earthquake I feel in me? And on the sudden my whole fabric totters. My blood within me turns, and through my veins Parting with natural redness I discern it, Changed to a fatal yellow: what and army Of hellish fu ies in the horrid shapes Of doubts, and fears, charge on me! rise to my rescue, Thou stout maintainer of a chaste with es honour, The confidence of her virtue ; ee not shaken With the wind of vain surmises, much less suffer The devil jealousy to whisper to me My curious observation of that I must no more remember. Will it not be? Thou uninvited guessed, ill mannerd monster, I charge thee leave me, wilt thou force me to Give fuel to that fire I would put out? The goodness of my memory proves my mischief , And I would fell my Empire, could it purchase The dull art of forgetfulness. Who waits there? Sacred, as it's accursed Is proper to me. Sirrah, upon your life, Without a word concerning this, command Exit Ti . Eudoxiam to come to me; would I had Near known her by that name, my mother's name, Or that for her own sake she had continued Poor Athenais still— No intermission? Wilt thou so soon torment me? must I read Writ in the table of my memory, To warrant my suspicion, how Paulinus (Though ever thought a man averse to women) First gave her entertainment? made her way For audience to my sister; then I did My self observe how he was ravished with The gracious delivery of her story, (Which was I grant the bait that first took me too) Sh e was his convert, what the rhetoric was He used I know not, and since she was mine, In private, as in public, what a mass Of grace and favours hath she heaped upon him! And but to day this fatal fruit, She's come. Can she be guilty? Prithee forgive me. Kisses her. Me thanks I find Paulinus on her lips, And the fresh Nectar that I drew from thence Is on the sudden paled, how have you spent Your hours since I last saw you? Did not Philanax From me deliver you and apple? How! a trifle? Does any toy from me presented to you, Deserve to be so sleighted? do you valve What's sent, and not the sender? from a peasant It had deserved your thanks. I prized it Lady At a higher rate then you believe, and would not Have parted with it, but to one I did Prefer before my self. It was? And it had virtues in it, my Eudoxiam Not visible to the eye. What did you with it, tell me punctually; I look for a strict account. Do you stagger? would? I says I did not, And it was wondrous strange. Do you know how this oath binds? That ever man to please his brutish sense Should slave his understanding to his passion, And taken with soon fading white and read Deliver up his credulous ears to hear The magic of a Siren, and from these Believe there ever was, is, or can be More then a seeming honesty in bade woman Who waits? come all. Nay sister not so near, being of the sex, I fear you are infected to. To show you a miracle, a prodigy Which Afric never: equaled can you think This master piece of heaven, this precious vellam, Of such a purity, and virgin whiteness, Could be designed to have perjury, and whoredom In capital letters writ vpon't? Nay add to this n impudence beyond All prostituted boldness. Art not dead yet? Will not the tempests in thy conscience rend thee As small as Atomes that there may no sign Be left, thou ever were so! wilt thou live Till thou art blasted with the dreadful lightning Of pregnant, and unanswerable proofs, Of thy adulterous twines? die yet that I With my honour may conceal it. If! good Angels! But I am tame: look on this dumb accuser. Did ever cormorant Swollow his pray and then digest it whole As she hath done this apple? Philanax, As'tis, from me presented it. The good Lady Swore she had eam en it; yet I know not how It came entire unto Paulinum hands, And I from him received it, sent in scorn Upon my life to give me a close touch, That he was weary of thee. Was there nothing Left thee to see him, to give satisfaction To thy insatiate lust, but what was sent As a decrefauour from me? how have I ind In my do age on this creature? but to her I have lived, as I was born, a perfect virgin. Nay more I thought it not enough to be True to her bed, but that I must feed high, To strengthen my abilities to cloy Her ravenous appetite, little suspecting She would desire a change. Be dumb, I will not waste my breath in taxing Thy base ingratitude. How I have raised thee, Will by the world be to thy shame spoke often. But for that ribawd, who held in my Empire The next place to my self, so bound unto me By all the ties of duty, and allegiance He shall pay deer for't, and feel what it is In a wrong of such high consequence to pull down, His Lords slow anger on him. Philanax, He's troubled with the gout, let him be cured With a violent death, and in the other world, Thank his Physician. Is what I command, To be disputed? Do you murmur? Exit Phil with the guard What couldst thou say if that my licence should, Give liberty to this tongue? thou wouldst die? I am not So to be reconciled, See me no more. The sting of conscience ever gnawing on thee, A long life be thy punishment. Exit Theod. I play the fool, and am Unequal to my self, delinquents are To suffer, not the innocent. I have done Nothing, which will not hold weight in the scale Of my impartial justice: neither feel The worm of conscience, upbraiding me For one black deed of tyranny; wherefore then Should I torment my self? great Julius would not Rest satisfied that his wife was free from fact, But only for suspicion of a crime S'ud a divorce, no was this Roman rigour Censured as cruel, and still the wise Italian, That knows the honour of his family, Depends upon the purity of his bed For a kiss, nay wanton look, will plough up mischief, And sow the seeds of his revenge in blood. And shall I to whose power the law's a servant, That stand accountable to none, for what My will c lls and offence, being compelled, And on such grounds to raise and Altar to My anger, though I grant it's cemented With a lose strumpets and adulterers gore, Repent the justice of my fury no. I should not: yet still my excess of love Fed high in the remembrance of her choice And sweet embraces, would persuade me that Connivance, or remission of her fault, Made warrantable by her true submission For her offence, might be excusable, Did not the cruelty of my wounded honour With and open mouth deny it. Wherefore pay you This adoration to a sinful creature? I am flesh, and blood as you are, sensible Of heat, and cold, as a slave unto The tyranny of my passion, as the meanest Of my poor subjects the proud attributes (By oiled tongued flattery imposed upon us) As sacred, glorious, high, invincible, The Deputy of heaven, and in that Omnipotent, with all false titles else Coined to abuse our frailty, though compounded, And by the breath of Sycophants applied, Cure not the least fit of and ague in us. We may give poor men riches; confer honours On undeservers; raise or ruin such As are beneath us, and with this puffed up, Ambition would persuade us to forget That we are men: but he that sits above us, And to whom, at our utmost rate, we are But pageant properties, derides our weakness. In me to whom you kneel, it's most apparent. Can I call back yesterday, with all their aides That bow unto my sceptre? or restore My mind to that tranquillity, and peace It then enjoyed? can it make Eudoxiam chaste? Or vile Paulinus honest? What would you say? In being guilty Of and offence far, far transcending that They stand condemned for. Call you this a comfort? Suppose it could be true? a corrasive rather, Not to eat out dead flesh, but putrify What yet is sowned. was murder ever held A cure for jealousy? or the crying blood Of innocence, a balm to take away Her festering anguish? as you do desire I should not do a justice on my self, Add to the proofs by which Paulinus fell, And not ache from they, in your charity Sooner believe that they were false, then I Unrighteous in my judgement? subjects lives Are not their Princes tennisballs to be banded In sport away, all that I can endure For them, if they were guilty, is and atom To the mountain of affliction, I pulled on me, Should they prove innocent. It's true Chrysapius, Were there a possible means. It may do, Nay sure it must, yet howsoever it fallen, I am most wretched which way in my wishes, I should fashion the event, I am so distracted I cannot yet resolve of ollow me; Though in my name, all names are comprehended. I must have witness , in what degree I have done wrong, or suffered, Noble Sir forbear, The place, the cred oh fice that I come for, Commands all privacy. My penitent daughter, Be careful, as you wish remission from me, That in confession of your sins, you hide not One crime, whose ponderous weight, when you would make Your flights above the firmament, that may sink you. A foolish modesty in concealing ought Is now far worse then impudence to profess, And justify your guilt, be therefore free So may the gates of mercy open to you. A good entrance. 'Twas n to well. A great offence, But on repentance not unpardonable. Forward Heaven is gracious. Out with it. On what occasion? A cold sweat, Like the juice of Hemlock baths me. aside. Take heed daughter, You niggle not with your conscience, and religion, In styling him and innocent from your fear, And shame to accuse your self. The Emperor Had many spies upon you, saw such graces, Which virtue could not warrant, showered upon him; Glances in public, and more liberal favours In your private chamber meetings, making way For foul adultery; nor could he be But sensible of the compact passed between you, To the ruin of his honour. Cause not you Your own damnation, in concealing that Which may in your discovery find forgiveness Open your eyes, set heaven, or hell before you. In the revealing of the truth, you shall Prepare a palace for your soul to dwell in, Stored with celestial blessings; whereas if You palliate your crime, and dare beyond Playing with lightning, in concealing it, Expect a dreadful dungeon, filled with horror, And never-ending torments. Rise, and see him, discovers himself. On his knees with joy affirm it. My sisters, and the rest there, all bear witness. In freeing this incomparable Lady From the suspicion of gilded, I do Accuse my self, and willingly submit To any penance, she in justice shall Please to impose upon me. And in that I am most miserable; the Ocean Of joy, which in your innocence flowed high to me, Ebb's in the thought of my unjust command, By which he died. Oh Philanax (as thy name Interpreted speaks thee) thou hast ever be A lover of the King, and thy whole life Can witness thy obedience to my will, In putting that in execution, which Was trusted to thee, say but yet this once Thou hast not done what rashly I commanded And that Paulinus lives, and thy reward For not performing that which I enjoined thee, Shall centuple what ever yet thy duty, Or merit challenged from me. Unable? How! and Eunuch ? The more the proofs are, that are brought to clear thee, My best Eudoxiam, the more my sorrows. That I am guilty Of mur her, my Eudoxiam. I will built A glorious monument to his memory, And for my punishment live, and die upon it, And never more converse with men. My self, and all that's mine. I am raped With joy beyond my self. Now my Eudoxiam My jealousy puffed away thus, in this breath I scent the natural sweetness. Kisses her. Prithee speak it, For I have vowed to hear before I grant, I thank your good instructions. Take my word, I will with all convenience; and not blush Hereafter to be guided by your counsels. I will deserve your pardon. Philanax Shall be remembered, and magnificent bounties Fallen on Chrysapius. My grace on all. Let Cleon be delivered and rewarded, My grace on all, which as I len'd to you, Return your vows to heaven, that it may please (As it is gracious) to quench in me All future sparks of burning jealousy. I come not (right honourable) to your presence, with any base and ordid end of reward; the immortality of my fame is the white I shoot at, the charge of my most curi ous, and costly ingredients fraide, amounting to some sea venteene thousand crowns, a trifle in respect of health, writing your noble name in my Catalogue, I shall acknow ledge my self amply satisfied. For your own sake I most heartily wish, that you had now all the diseases, maladies and infirmities upon you, that were ever remembered by old Galen, Hippocrates, or the later, and more admired Paracelsus. Take me with you, I beseech your good Lord ship, I urged it that your joy in being certainly: and sudden lie freed from them, may be the greater, and my not to be paralleled skill the more remarkable: the cure of the gout a toy, without boast be it said, my cradle practice, the camer, the Fistula, the Dropsy, consumption of Lunges, and Kid nyes, hurts in the brain, heart, or liver, are things worthy my opposition, but in the recovery of my patients I ever overcome them, but to your gout. I will do it in the plainest language, and discover my ingredients. First my boteni Terebinthina, of Cypris, my Manna, ros coelo, coagulated with vetulos ovorum, vulgarly yelks of Eggs, with a little Cyath, or quantity of my po table Elixir, with some few scruples of sassafras and Gua cum, so taken every morning and evening, in the space of three days, purgeth, cleanseth, and dissipateth the inward caused ses of the virulent tumor. For my exterior applications I have these balsum unguentulums extracted from herbs plants, roots, seeds, gums, and a million of other vegetables, the principal of which are Ulissipona, or Serpentaria, Sophia, or Herba con solidarum, Parthenium or commanilla Romanam, Mumia transmarina, mixed with my plumbum Philosophorum, and mater metallorum, cum ossa paraleli, est universal medicamen tum in podagra. If it cure his Lordship Of that by the way, I hope Sir it's the better; My medicine serves for all things, and the pox Sir, Though falsely named the Sciatica, or gout, Is the more Catholic sickness. No more; he never learned The right way to command, that stopped his ears To wise directions. How? a wife? Shall I become a votary to Hymen, Before my youth hath sacrificed to Venus ? It's something with the soonest, yet to show In things in different, I am not averse To your wise counsels, let me first survey Those beauty's, that in being a Prince I know Are rivals for me. You will ot confine me To your election, I must see deer sis er With mine own eyes. My dearest, and my all-des ruing Sister, As a petitioner kneel? it must not be, Pray you, rise, although your suit were half my Empire, It's freely granted. In this she takes So much of my life from me; yet I'll bear it With what patience I may; since it's her pleasure Go back, my good Paulinus, and entreat her Not to exceed a minute. Deserve our mercy In your better life hereafter, you shall find, Though in my Father's life I held it madness, To usurp his power, and in my youth disdainde not To learn from the instructions oh my sister, I'll make it good to all the world, I am And Emperor; and even this instant grasp The Sceptre, my rich stock of majesty Entire, no scruple wasted. Suppose it done Sir, This applied warm upon the pained place, with a feather of S ruth oh cameli, or a bird of Paradise which is every where to be had, shall expulse this tartarous, v seous, anam theos, and malignant dolour. Philanax, What is that comely stranger? IT will become you, though, You aid with reverend duty. Know hereafter, If my mother lived in you, how ere her son, Like you she were my subject. We must not partly so Sir, a Guard upon him. Enter Guard. they all God a side. I find no scent of't here. You play with me You have it still? From foul lust heaven guard me. Exeunt