ARCHIMAGUS

Not so, your fears Become you not, great Priests of Jove and S aturn; Shall we that a we the furies, at whose charm Hell itself quakes, be frighted with a shadow, A tame, a naked Churchman and his tribe Of austere starved faces? no, this Kingdom Shall still be ours, and flourish, every Altar Breathe incense to our gods, and shine with flames, To strike this Christian blind. Are not The havens strengthened by the Kings command With soldiers, to watch that none arrive With this suspicion. Stay, which of you can boast more power than I? For every Spirit you command, my spells Can raise a legion; you know I can Untennant hell, dispeople the wide air, Where Like innumerous atomes the black genii Hover, and nistle one another, all That haunt the woods and waters, all i'th dark And solitary chambers of the earth, Break through their Adamantine chains, and fly Like Lightning to my will, and shall your factious And petty correspondence with the fiends, Attempt this work without my voice and counsel? Who brought you first acquainted with the devil? Did not my Art? Yes, and confirm it, and applaud your zeals, My fellows both in sacred Arts and Priesthood. Go on, I praise your resolution: My Spirit gave intelligence before Of his approach, and by all circumstance, Our prophesy does point this Christian Priest The black subversion of our Isle, but we Like Master's of all destiny, will break His fate, and bruise him in his Infancy Of danger to this Kingdom, fly and be 'Arm'd to your wishes; Spirits shall attend you, And the whole power of hell. Exeunt Magicians. This news affrights me, How ever I seem to swell with confidence, This is the man, and this the revolution, Fixed for the change of sacrifice foretold, And threatened in this fatal prophesy. A man shall come into this Land, With Shaved Crown, and in his hand A crooked Staff, he shall command, And in the East his table stand; From his warm lips a stream shall flow To make rocks melt, and Churches grow, Where while be sings, our gods shall bow, And all our kings his law allow. This, this is the vexation. What of the King? How? You fright me gentlemen: Rebellion in the Court, who are the Traitors? I have the way, they shall deceive the sentence Of the enraged King, and live; nor shall This be reward of your affections; You shall converse more often, and more freely Than ever, if you dare be wise and secret. This with the thunderbolt is Jupiter. To Jove and Mars the King does pay His duty, and thus humbly lay Upon his Altar, his bright crown, Which is not his, if they but frown. In token you are pleased, let some Celestial flame make pure this room. The gods are pleased, great King, and we Return thy golden wreathe to thee, More sacred by our holy fume; None to the Altar yet presume Now shoot your voices up to Jove, To Mars and all the Powers above. Come away, O come away And trembling trembling pay Your pious vows to Mars and Jove. While we do sing, Gums of precious odours bring, And light them with your love. As your holy fires do rise, Make Jove to wonder What new flame Thither came To wait upon his thunder. He's here. How fares the King? Give me, Sir, The particular of your dream. It's done already. This pale thing shall not trouble you, He that so long was threatened to destroy Us and our Gods, is come. Now landing: But were the coasts unguarded, he wants power To fight with those aetherial troops, that wait Upon the Gods we serve H is now dying, This minute they have blasted him: and they, Above the speed of wings, are slying hither With the glad news, be calm again, and let not These airy dreams distract your peace. I command once more to oppose him. A whirlwind snatch'em hence, and on the back Of his black wings transport these fugitives, And drop their cursed-heads into the sea, Or land'em in some cold remotest wilderness Of all the world, they must not here inhabit. How? No more. Wish rather To rot for ever thus. H is mad, and I am frantic at this base Apostasy. My Lord think how you may Provoke our gods, and the King anger. I heir fate is not yet ripe, Be not dejected, Sir, the gods cannot Be patient long. Mean time let me advice, Not by your Laws, or other open force, To persecute'em; but disguise your anger. What matter is't, so we destroy these wretches What ways we take? invite him to your Court, Pretend, I know not what desires, to hear More of his faith, that you find turns within Your heart, and tremble at the miracle Wrought upon Dichu; when he's in your possession A thousand stratagems may be thought upon To send his giddy soul most quaintly off to That fine fantastical reward he dreams on I'th't'other world. Leave me to instruct my princely charge, your Daughters, They are the Darlings of the Temple. Trouble not The Prince, impose that business on my care. Read, and collect your noble forces up, You will be lost else, alas poor Ladies, How soon their blood is frighted? Madam too true, the anger of the King Is heavy and inevitable, you may Believe what their sad pens have bled to you; They have no hope, not once before they die To see your blessed eyes, and take their leave, And weep into your bosom, their last farewell. They must Madam. Stay, and contain your selves, your loves are brave, Nor shall your flame die thus; as I was first Of counsel with your thoughts, I will preserve they: They sha'not die, if my brain leave me not. But they must then be banished. Here's your elder brother, Away and trust to me. And to your Highness. Enter Emeria and Conallu . Do you see that couple? Observe they. Be confident you shall Enjoy her, if you'll follow my directions. Sir her piety Prepares your conquest, as I'll manage things, I wonot trust the air too much. He is gone, advance To your Mistress, and if you want art to move her, I shannot sir, to make you prosper, 'tis Firmly designed, when we meet next, you shall Know more. Are they not lively formed, but sirrah away, tell the young Ladies the King is upon entrance. Approach it not too near. With devotion, Expect what follows, and keep reverend distance; I am all wonder. What cannot all commanding Jove? it's now That artificial tongueless thing it was, owe are you bound to honour Jupiter? hat with this strange and public testimony Accepts your zeal. Pursue what you intended, And meet this enemy to the gods, that now Expects your entertainment. Your Princely daughters pray they may have leave To offer in their gratitude to the gods One other prayer, and they will follow Sir. They are gone, uncloud. Have I not don't my Charge? Not a sillable, as you desire not to be torn in pieces sir. To the door and watch. The music prompts you to a dance. IT is most secure, none dare betray you here. The King expects, now kiss and partly. Lose no time time then Sir. Away. 'Tis rarely counterfeited. The wine Attends you Sir. I'll spice his cup. Please you Sir? Now observe Sir the change, he has it home. Not yet? It's my wonder, I did not trust another to prepare his cup. Upon my life. It shall be done. And he had the constitution of and Elephant 'Twould pay him. Yes, and the change begins to show already. It works on him. What think you now? it hath dispatched him raving. Passed your cure. They are my charge. Madam. I come to tell you, heavenly Ceancrochius, Of whom I had this day a happy vision, Is pleased again to visit you, and commanded I should prepare you. I leave to say, how much you are his favourite, Be wise, and humble for so great a blessing He's here Emeria; Never was virgin so much honoured. Great Jove and Mars appeased be With blood, which we now offer thee, Drained from a Christians heart, our first Oblation of that Sect accursed; And may we to the Altar bring Patrick, our second offering. The father of this Tribe, whose blood Thus shed, will do this Island good. The gods allow what we present; For see, the holy flame is sent To mighty Jove and Mars, now bring Your vocal sacrifice, and sing. Look down, great Jove and God of war, A new sacrifice is laid On your Altars, richer far, Than what in arromatick heaps we paid: No curled smoke we send, With perfumes to befriend The drooping air, the cloud We offer is exhaled from blood, More shining than your tapers are, And every drop is worth a star. Were there no read in heaven, from the torn heart Of Christians, we that colour could impart, And with their blood, supply those crimson streaks That dress: the sky, when the fair morning breaks. The King. No more: I could not by my Art foresee This danger. I must appear a stranger to all passages, Be not disturbed, my princely charge, use you The free delights of life, while they are presented In these your lovers: Si ra, make fast the door, And wait aloof; I'll follow the sad King. I can, great Sir, You troubled Spirits, I command you leave The much distracted King; return and speedily, To sleep within the bosom of the sea, Which the kings wrath, and your sad fates assigned ye; And as you move to your expecting monument The waves again, no frown appear upon you, But glide away in peace. This becomes you, And if you please to hear me, I dare promise The speedy ruin of them all. This Island Sir is full of dangerous serpents, Of toads, and other venomous destroyers: I will from every province of this kingdom Summon these killing creatures to devour him, My prayer and power of the gods, fear not, Will doo't, by whom inspired I prophesy Patrick's destruction. Your person shall be safe; fear not, great Sir, I have directed all their stings and poison: See where he sleeps, if he escape this danger, Let my life, with some horrid circumstance, End in this place, and carry all your curses. What think you of these creeping executioners? Do they not move, as if they knew their errand? They are alive, Sir. They are all Christian. Confusion: All my Art is trampled on. Can neither man, nor beast, nor Devil hurt him? Support me, fellow-Priests; I sink, I feel The ground bend with my weight upon it, would! The earth is lose in the foundation, And something heavy as the world does hang Upon my feet, and weigh me to the Centre. A sire, a dreadful fire is underneath me, And all those fiends that were my servants here, Look Like tormentors, and all seem to strive, Who first shall catch my falling flesh upon Their burning pikes: There is a power above Our gods, I see too late. I fallen, I fallen, And in my last despair, I curse you all. I am prepared, I know your blood's a longing, To change embraces with Emeria. Receive this, which worn upon your Arm, is so by power of magic fortified, You shall go where you please invisible, Until you take it off: Go to your Mistress. How do you taste it?