## DRAMMATIS
perſone.

Titania the Fairie Queene: vnder whom is figured our late Queene Elizabeth.

Fidelí.

Florimell.

Parthenophil.

Elfiron.

Cáſtina.

Aurá.

Philama.

Agathe.

Campeius a Scholles.

Paridel a Doctor.

Time.

Truth.

Councellors to Titania.

Ladies attendant.

Plaine-dealing.

Th'Empresse of Babylon: vnder whom is figured Rome.

Kings 3.

Cardinals 4.

Ragazzoni.

Campeggio.

Agents for th'Empresse.

Repus a Doctor of Phyſicke.

An Albanois.

Palmio, a Iesuite.

Milites.

Miniftri.

## Lectori.

He Generall ſcope of this Drammaticall Peem, is to ſet forth ( in Tropicall and ſhadowed collours ) the Greatnes, Magnanimity, Constancy, Clemency, and other the incomparable Heroical vertues of our late Queene And (on the contrary part) the inueterate malice, Treaſons, Machinations, Vndermining, & continual blody Stratagems, of that Purple whore of Roome, to the taking away of our Princes liues, and utter extirpation of their Kingdomes. Wherein if according to the dignity of the Subiect, I haue not giuen it Luftre, and (to ſe the Painters rhetorick) doe so faile in my Depthes & Heightings, that it is not to the life, let this excuse me, that the Pyramides upon whose top the glorious Raigne of our de ceased Soueraigne was mounted, stands yet so high, and so sharp by pointed into the clouds, that the Art of no pen is able to reach it. The ſtreame of her Vertues is so immefurable, that the farther they are waded into, the farther is it to the bottom.

In ſaying upon which two contrary Seas, you may obſerue, on how direct a line I haue ſteered my course: for of such a ſcantling are my words ſet downe, that neither the one party ſpeakes too much, nor the other ( in oppoſition) too little in their owne defence.

And whereas I may, (by some more curions in confure, then ſound in iudgement) be Critically taxed, that I falsifie the ac count of time, and ſet not down Occurrents, according to their true ſuccession, let ſuch (that are ſo nice of ſtomach) know, that I write as a Poet, not as an Historian, and that theſe two do not liue

Lectori.

line under one law. How true Fortunes dyall hath gone whose
Players (like so many clocks, haue struck my lines, and told the
world how I haue spent my hours) I am not certaine, becaufe
mine care ftaod not within reach of their Larums. But of
this my I nowledge cannot faile , that in such Conforts,
many of the Instruments are for the moſt part out of tune,
And no maruaile; for let the Poet fet the note of his Nombers,
euen to Apollos owne Lyre, the Player will haue his owne Cro-
chets, and ſing false notes, in despite of all the rules of Mufick.
It fares with theſe two, as it does with good ſtuffe and a badde
Tayler : It is not mard in the wearing, but in the cutting out.
The labours therfore of Writers are as unhappie as the children
of a bewtifull woman, being ſpoyld by ill nurses, within a month
after they come into the world. What a number of throwes doe
we endure care we be deliuered? and yet euen then (tho that hea-
uenly isſue of our braine be neuer so faire and so well lynd,) is
it made lame by the bad handling of them to whome it is put to
learne to goe : if this of mine bee made a cripple by ſuch meanes,
yet diſpife him not for that deformity which ſtuck not upon him
at his birth; but ſell upon him by mis-fortune, and in recompence
of ſuch fauour, you ſhall ( if your Patience can ſuffer so long)
heare now how himſelfe can ſpeake.

PROLOGUE.

T
He Charmes of ſilence through this Square be throwne,
That an vn-vſde Attention (like a Iewell)
May hang at euery eare, for wee preſent
Matter aboue the vulgar Argument:
Yet drawne ſo lively, that the weakeſt eye,
(T hrough thoſe thin vailes we hang betweene your ſight.
And this our peice) may reach the miftery :
What in it is moſt graue, will moſt delight.
But as in Lantskip, Townes and Woods appeare
Small a farre off, yet to the Optick ſence,
The mind ſhowes them as great as thoſe more neere;
So, winged Time that long agoe flew hence
You muſt fetch backe, with all thoſe golden yeares
He ſtole, and here imagine ſtill hee ſtands,
Thruſting his ſiluer locke into your hands,
There hold it but two howres, It ſhall from Graues
Raize vp the dead: vpon this narrow floore
Swell vp an Ocean, (with an Armed Fleete.)
And lay the Dragon at a Doues ſoft ſeete.
These Wonders ſit and ſee, ſending as guides
Your Iudgement, not your paſions: paſſion ſlides,
When Iudgement goes vpright: for tho the Mufe
(Thats thus inſpir'd) a Nouell path does tread,
Shee's free from foolish boldnes, or bafe dread.
Loe; ſcorne the ſcornes and Enuies ranckling tooth,
For this is all ſhee does, the wakens Truth.

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He

A Dumb Shew.

HE drawes a Curtaine, discouering Truth in sad abilimerks; vncrown'd:
her haire disheueld, & sleeping on a Rock: Time (her father) attired like-
wife in black, and al his properties (as Sithe, Howreglasse and Wings) of the
fame Cullor, vsing all means to waken Truth, but not being able to do it,
he fits by her and mourns. Then enter Friers, Bishops, Cardinals before the
Hearse of a Queen, after it Councillors, Pentioners & Ladies, al the se last ha-
uing Scarres before their eyes, the other Singing in Latin. Truth suddenly a-
wakens, & beholding this fight, shews (with her father) arguments of Loy, and
Exeunt, returning presently: Time being vsisted into light Cullors, his pro-
perties likewse altred into filuer, and Truth Crowned, (being clothed in a
robe spotted with Starres) meete the Hearse, and pulling the verles from the
Councillors eyes, they woundring a while, and seeming aſtoniſhed at hin
brightenes, at length embrace Truth and Time, & depart with them: leauing
the rest going on.

This being done, Enter Titania (the Faric Queene) attended with those
Councillors, and other persons fiting her eſtate: Time and Truth meete her,
prefenting a Booke to her, which (kissing it) shee receiues, and shewing it
to those about her, they drawe out their ſwodes, (embracing Truth,) vowing
to defend her and that booke: Truth then and Time are ſent in, and returne
presently, driving before them those Cardinals, Friers &c. (that came in be-
fore) with Images, Croziar ſtames &c. They are certaine gyane learned men,
that had beene baniſhed, are brought in, and preſented to Titania, who shewes
to them the booke, which they receive with great signes of gladneſſe, and
Exeunt Omenes.

THE VVHORE
of Babylon.

Empresse of Babylon: her Canopie supported by 4. Cardinals: 2. persons in Pontificall roabes on either hand, the one bearing a sword, the other the keies: before her 3. Kings crowned, behinde her Friers, &c.

Empr. T. That we, in pompe, in peace, in god-like ſplendor,
With adoration of all dazeled cies,
Should breath thus long, and grow so full of daies,
Be fruitfull as the Vine, in ſonnes and daughters,
(All Emperors, Kings, and Queenes) that (like to Cedars
Vprifing from the breast of Lybanus,
Or Olives nurſt vp by Ierusalem)
Heightened our glories, whilſt we held vp them:
That this vaſt Globe Terreftriaſh should be cantled,
And almoſt three parts ours, and that the nations,
Who ſuſpiration draw out of this aire,
With vnuerſall Aues, ſhowtes, and cries,
Should vs acknowledge to be head ſupreame
To this great body (for a world of yeares:)
Yet now, when we had made our Crowne compleat,
And clos'd it strongly with a triple arch,
And had inrich'd it with thofe pretious jewels
Few Princes euer ſee (white haires) euen now
Our greatneſſe hangs in ballance, and the ſtampe
Of our true Soueraignty, clipt, and abas'd.

1. King. By whom dread Empresse ?

Emp. Aske these holy Fathers:

Aske those our out-caſt ſonnes: a throne vſurped

Our

I be Whore of Babylon.

Our chaire is counted, all our titles stolne.
2. King. What blasphemy dare fpeake so?
Emp. All our roabes,
Your vestments, (reuerend, yet pontificall):
This fword, these keyes, (that open kingdoms hearts
To let in sweet obedience) Ali, but borrowed.

3. King. What foule aboue the earth-----
Emp. Our royall fignet,
With which, we, (in a mothers holy loue)
Haue sign'd so many pardons, is now counterfeit:
From our mouth flow riuers of blasphemy
And lies; our Babylonian Sinagogues
Are counted Stewes, where Fornications
And all vncleanneſſe Sodomiticall,
(Whofe leproſy touch'd vs neuer) are now daily acted:
Our Image, which (like Romane Caſars) stamp'd
In gold, through the whole earth did currant paffe;
Is now blanch'd copper, or but gilded braſſe.

3. King. Can yonder roofe, that's naild so faſt with
Couer a head so impious, and not cracke? (ſtarres,
That Sulphure boyling o're celeſtall fires,
May drop in whizing flakes (with skalding vēgeāce)
On ſuch a horrid finne!

1. King. No mortall boſome
Is so vnſanctified.

2. King. Who is't bright Empreſſe,
That feeds so vicerous, and so ranke a Spleene?

Emp. A woman.

Omn. V Woman! who?

Emp. The Fairie Queene: (nights
Five Summers haue ſcarce drawn their glimmering
Through the Moons filuer bowe, ſince the crownd
Of that adored beaſt, on which we ride, (heads
V Were ſtrucke and wounded, but so heaſd againe,
The very ſcarres were hid. But now, a mortall,
An vnrecoverable blovv is taken,
And it muſt bleed to death.

3. King.

The Whore of Babylon.

3. King. Heauen cannot ſuffer it.
Emp. Heauen ſuffers it, and ſees it, and giues ayme,
Whilſt euen our Empires heart is cleft in ſunder:
That ſtrumpet, that inchantreſſe, (who, in robes
White as is innocence, and with an eye
Able to tempt ſtearne murther to her bed)

Calles her ſelfe Truth, has ſtolne faire Truths attire,
Her crowne, her ſweet ſongs, counterſets her voyce,
And by preſtigious tricks in ſorcerie,

Ha's raiz'd a bafe impoſtor like Truths father:
This ſubtle Curtizan ſets vp againe,
Whom we but late banifht, to liue in caues,
In ſockes and deſart mountaines.

2. King. Feare her not, ſhee's but a ſhadow.
Emp. O t' is a cunning Spider,
And in her nets ſo wraps the Fairie Queene,
That ſhee ſuckes euen her breaſt: Sh' as writ a booke,
Which ſhee calles holy Spels.

3. King. Weele breake that ſpels.
Emp. The poles of heauen muſt firſt in ſunder breake,
For from the Fairie ſhores this Witch hath driuen
All ſuch as are like theſe (our Sooth-Saiers)
And cal'd ſalſe Seers home, that of things paſt,
Sing wonders, and diuine of things to come:
Through whoſe bewitching tongues runne golden chaines,
To which ten thouſand eares ſo faſt are bound,

As ſpirits are by ſpells: that all the Tones
Of harmony, that Babylon can found,
Are charmes to Adders, and no more regarded,
Than are by him that's deafe, the ſicke mans groanes
Shee, they, Titania, and her Fairie Lords,
Yea euen her vaſſaile clues, in publike ſcorne
Defame me, call me Whore of Babylon.

Omn. O vnheard of prophanation!
Emp. Giue out I am common: that for luſt, and hire
I profitute this body: that to Kings
I quaffe full bowles of ſtrong enchanting wines,

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The Whore of Babylon.

To make them dote on me.

Omn. Lets heare no more.

Emp. And that all Potentates that tread on earth,
With our abhominations should be drunke,
And be by vs vndone.

Omn. Weele heare no more.

3.King. You haue thrust Furies whips into our hands.

1.King. Say but the word, and weele turne home your wrôgs,
In torne and bloody collours.

2.King. All her bowers,

Shall like burnt offerings purge away (in fire)

Her lands pollution.

Omn. Let's to armes.

Empr. Stay: heare me:

Her kingdome weares a girdle wrought of waues,
Set thicke with pretious stones, that are so charm'd,
No rockes are of more force: her Fairies hearts,
Lie inchanted towers (impregnable)

No engine fcales them. Therefore goe you three,
Draw all your faces sweetly, let your browes

Be fleekd, your cheekes in dimples, giue out smiles,
Your voyces string with filuer, wooe (like louers)

Sweare you haue hils of pearle: shew her the world,
And fay shee shall haue all, so shee will kneele

And doe vs reverence; but if shee grow nice,
Diffemble, flatter, stoope to licke the duft

Shee goes vpon, and (like to serpents) creepe

Vpon your bellies, in humilitie;

And beg shee would but with vs ioyne a league,
To wed her land to ours: our blefing, goe.

3. King. When mines are to be blowne vp, men dig low.

All three. And so will wee.

Emp. Prosper: till this funne fet

The beames that from vs shoot, seeme counterfeit. Exeunt.

Manent 4. Cardinals, and certaine Priests.

1. Card. This physicke cures not me,

2. Card. Norme.

3. Card.

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3. Card. Nor vs.

1. Card. It is not strong of poyson, to fetch vp
That's bak't within: my gall is ouerflowne,
My blood growne ranke and fowle: An inflamation
Ofrage, and madnes so burnes vp my liuer,
That euen my heart-strings cracke (as in a furnace)
And all my nerues into my eye-balles shrinke,
To shoot thofe bullets, and my braines atonce
Against her soule that ha's halfe dambd vs: falls
Fetcht hie, and neare to heauen, light on no ground,
But in hels bottome, take their firſt rebound.

2. Card. Such are our falles: we once had mountaine-growth,
With Pines and Cedars.

3. Card. Now with none of both.

1. Card. I could be glad to loofe the divine office
Of my creation, to be turn'd into

A dogge, so I might licke vp but her blood,
That thrufts vs from our vineyards:

Tres. So could all.

4. Card. Reuenge were milke to vs.

2. Card. Manna.

1. Card. And it shall.

But how? wee will not (as the head fupreame
Ouer all nations, counſelleth) licke the duſt
The Faierie treads on, nor (like serpents) creepe
Vpon our bellies in humilitie:
This were (with Fencers) bafely to giue ground,
When the firſt bowt may fpeed: or to found partly,
Whilft they within, get ſwords to cut our throats:

No, weele at one blow ſtrike the heart through,

Tres. How?

2. Card. By ponyards.

1. Card. No.

3. Card. Poyſon.

1. Card. No.

4. Card. Treason.

1. Card. Neither.

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2. Card.

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2. *Card*. How (reuerend Como) then?

1. *Card*. Thus--let's consult--nay you shall hear. You know that all the springs in Fairie land
Ran once to one head: from that head, to vs:
The mountaine and the valley paid vs fruit;
The field her corne, the countrey felt no heat
But from our fires: Plenty still spread our boards,
And Charitie tooke away. We slept not forth
But with a god-like adoration

All knees bowed low vnto vs: why was this?

Why were our gardens Eden? why our bowers
Built like to thofe in Paradise? I shall tell you,

It was becaufe the Law most mysticall,

Was not made common: therefore was not vile;

It was becaufe in the great Prophets Phanes,

And hallowed Temples, we were Choristers:

It was becaufe (wife Pylots) we from rockes,

And gulfes infernall, safely fet on thore

Mens foules at yonder hauen: or (beeing shipwrackt)

Strong lines forth caft we, suffering none to finke

To that Abiffc, which some hold bottomfull.

But now our very graues

Cannot faue dead mens bones from thame and bruzes.

The monumentall marble Vrnés of bodies

(Laid to reft long agoe) vnneuently

Are turned to troughes of water now for jades:

Vast Charnel-houfes, where our fathers heads

Slept on the cold hard pillowes of the earth,

Are emptied now, and chang'd to drinking roomes,

Or vaults for bafer office.

2. *Card*. What's therefore to be done?

1. *Card*. This must be done:

This shall be done: They hunted vs like wolues,

Out of their Fairie forrefts, whipt vs away

(As vagabonds) mockt vs, and laid our fall

Could not be dangerous, becaufe we bore

Our gods vpon our backes: now must we whip them,

But

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But wifelier.

Tres. How?

1. *Card*. Thus: thofe that fill our roomes,

Hold Beacons in their eies (blazing with fire

Of a hot-feeming zeale) to watch our entrance,

And to arme all againft vs: thefe we must quench:

They are counted wels of knowledge, poyf on thefe wells:

They are the kingdoms muſicke, they the Organs,

Vnto whose found her Anthems now are ſung,

Set them but out of tune, alls out of ſquare,

Pull downe the Church, and none can it repaire,

But he that builds it: this is the faggot band

That binds all faſt: vndoo't, vndoe the land—

*Card, omnes*. Most certaine.

1. *Card*. You therefore (the best confort of the foule)
Shepheards (whose flocks are men, lambs, Angels,) you
That hold the roofe of yon Starre-chamber vp,

From dropping downe to grinde the world to duſt,

You shall to Fairie land.

*Card, omnes*. A joyfull voyage.

1. *Card*. Thofe that ſing there the holy Hymnes, as yet
Haue not their voyces cleere, the ſtreame of ceremony

Is scarcely fettled, trouble it more: bayte hookes

To take ſome, ſome to choake: caſt out your net

At firſt, for all the frie: let vs ſpread ſayles

To draw vnto our ſhores the Fairie whales.

That Truth, whose ſtandard-bearer Babylon,

And all we are, is not cleane driuen from thence,

Whither we ſend you: there ſheelies, but liues

A widdow; ſteps not forth, dares not be ſeene

During her moneth of mourning: here we write you

How, and with whom to finde her: what ſhee bids,

That doe: your hire's aboue.

*Card, omnes*. We know it well.

1. *Card*. And when you ſee thofe Fairy filſhermen
Rowe in your ſtreames, when they grow cold in working,
And weary of their owne waters, that the ſayles

(which

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(Which ftify beare them vp) flag and hang low,
And that (like reedes,playing with a paire of winds.)
They promife facill pliance, then,then shake
The trees by the root, then'le make the branches blow,
And drop their mellowed fruits, euen at your feet,
Gather them they are our owne, then is the houre,
To weane thofe fonnes of blacke Aposlafi
From her. (their ftepdame) and to make them take,
A bleſsing from our reuerend mothers hands,
Be happie goe.

Card. Omn. Wee ſhall remember you,
In all our kneelings.

1. Card. Stay : ere you ſhift Ayre,
Sprinkle your ſelues all ore with ſacred droppes,
Take Periapts,Pentacles, and potent Charmes
To coniure downe fowle feinds, that will be rayzed
To vex you, tempt you, and betray your bloud,
About your neckes hang hallowed Amulets,
That may Conferue you from the plagues of Error
Which will ſtrike at you.

Sac. Omne. Wee obey moſt holy fathers.

1. Car. And heare you,
If clymbing vp to this haught enterprize
The foot ſlip, and (ith' fal) with death you meet--

Sac. Omn. O glorious ladder !

1. Car. A Saints winding ſheet,
Farewell : Mount all the engines of your wit
When darts are ſent from all parts, ſome muſt hit.
There is a fellow to whome, becauſe he dare
Not be a ſlaue to greatnes, nor is molded
Of Court dow (flattering) but (should it thunder)
To his father, doing ill, (would ſpeake ill) our Emprefſe,
Hath giuen this name. (Plaine Dealing) : this plaine dealing
Haue I ſhipd hence, and is long ſince arruied
Vpon the fairy ſtrnod : from him I expect,
Intelligence of all Occurrences,
He for the names ſake, ſhall perhaps be welcome,

Excunt

Sac.

Into

The Whore of Babylon.

Into that Harlots Company (whom the fairies
Thinke honest, and ſweare deeply, ſhe is Truth.
That Strumpet by inticement heele bring ouer,

2. Card. It came to me in letters (two dayes ſince.)
That this plaine dealing ſerues the fairy Queene,
And will no more be ſeene in Babilon.

1. Card. How no more ſeene in Babilon, tis but one loft,
If Babilon ſubſcribe to our wife-doome,
Shee ſhall lodge Double-Dealing in his roome.

Exeunt.

Titania Fidely, Florimell, Elfivn,
Bentioners,

Tita. Wee thought the fates would haue cloſde vp our eyes,
That wee ſhould nere haue ſeene this day-starre rife :

How many plots were laid to barre vs hence,
(Euen from our Cradle ?) but our Innocence
Your wifedome (fairy Peeres) and aboue all,
That Arme) that cannot let a white ſoule fall,
Hath held vs vp, and lifted vs thus hie,

Euen when the Arrowes did moſt thickly ſie:

Of that bad woman, (Babilons proud Queene,
Who yet (we heare) ſwels with Inuenomed Spleene.

Fid. Whose poyſon, ſhall (like Arrowes (hot vpright)
When forth it burſts, to her owne downfall light.

Tita. Truth be my witnes (whome we haue imployde,
To purge our Aire that has with plagues destroyed
Great numbers, ſhutting them in dark ſome ſhades)
I ſeeke no fall of hirs, my Spirit wades,

In Clearer ſtreames ; her bloud I would not ſhed,
to gaine that triple wreath that binds her head,
Tho mine ſhee would let forth, I know not why,
Only through rancke luſt after Souereigntie.

Flor. Enough it is for me, if with a hand,
(Vnſtaind and vn-ambitious) fairy Land
I Crowne with Oliue-branches : all thofe wounds,

Whofe

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Whose goary mouthes but lately staind our Rounds,
Bleed yet in me: for when great (a) Elfiline
(Hen.7.

(Our grandfire)fiel this throne, your bowers did fline
With fire-red steele, and not with Fairies cies,

You heard no muſicke then, but ſhriekes and cries,
Then armed Vrchins, and ſtearne household Elues,
Their fatall pointed ſwords turnd on themſelues.

But when the royall Elfiline ſat crowned,
Theſe ciuill woes in their own depth lay drowned.

He to immortall ſhades beeing gone;

(Fames minion) great King (b) Oberon

Titaniaes royl all father, lively ſprings,

Whole Court was like a campe of none but Kings.

From this great conquering Monarchs glorious ſtemme,

Three (in direct line) wore his Diadem:

(c) A King firſt, then a paire of (d) Queenes, of whom, (e) Edw. 6.

Shee that was held a downe-caft, by Fates doome, (d) Q. Mar.

Sits now aboue their hopes: her maiden hand, & Q. Eliz.

Shall with a ſilken thred guide Fairie land.

Omn. And may ſhee guide it,

Fid. Euen till ſtoping time

Cut for her (downe) long yeeres that ſhee may climbe

(With eafe) the highest hill old age goes o're,

Or till her Fairie ſubieſts (that adore

Her birth-day as their beeing) ſhall complaine,

They are weary of a peacefull, golden raigne.

Titan. Which, that they neuer ſhall, your ſtately towers
Shall keefe their ancient beauty: and your bowers
(Which late) like prophan'd Temples empty flood,
The tops defac'd by fire, the floores by blood, 5

Shall be fill'd full of Choristers to ſing.

Sweet heauenly ſongs, like birds before the Spring:

The flowers we fet, and the fruits by vs ſowne,

Shall cheere as well the ſtranger as our owne.

We may to ſtrange ſhores once our ſelues be driuen,

For who can tell vnder what point of heauen

His graue ſhall open neither ſhall our oakes,

Trophie

The Whore of Babylon.

Trophies of reuerend Age, fall by our ſtroaks,

Nor ſhall the brier, or hawthorne (growing vnder)

Feare them, but ſlie to them, to get from thunder,

And to be ſafe from forraine wild-fire balles,

Weele build about our waters wooden walles.

Omn. On which weele ſpend for you our lateſt liues.

Titan. Fairies I thank you all, Stay who comes here?

Flor. Parthenophil, a Fairie. Peere.

Titan. Parthenophil.

Parth. Bright Emprefſſe, Queene of maides.

To vs your Lords, amidſt your Fairie ſhades:

Three Princes (fo themſelues they ſtyle) are come,

From whence, they'l vs not learne, and doe intreat
Faire, and a free acceſſe.

Titan. What is their buſineſſe?

Parth. The ſplendor of your glories, which a farre
Shines (as they ſay, and iuſtly ſay) as brightly

As here at hand, hither them drawes, proteſting

All faith and ſeruice to you, and requeſting

That they the tribute of their loues may pay,

At your moſt ſacred ſeet.

Titan. Allow them entrance.

Parth. They in a Fairie maske, the argument
Of this their dutie, gladly would preſent.

Titan. As beſt them pleafe.

The Hault-boyes ſounding, Titania in dumbe ſhow ſends her Lords to fetch them, who enter bare headed the three Kings queintly attired like Maſquers following them, who doing honour to her, in-treat to dance with her maides, and doe ſo: This done they diſcouer.

Titan. Your painted cheeks beeing off, your owne diſcouers,
You are no Fairies.

All three. No: but wounded louers.

Titan. How louers! what! would you deſlower my bed,
And ſtrike off a poore maiden-head?

We know you not: what are you? and from whence?

3. King. The (a)land of whom the ſunne ſo enamor'd is,
He lends them his complexion, giues me birth,
The Indian and his gold are both my ſlaues,

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Vpon my fword (as on the Axell tree)
A world of kingdoms moome:and yet I write
Non sufficient—that luftie ſonne of Ioue
That twelue times ſhewed him ſelfe more then a man,
Reard vp two pillars for me,on whoſe Capitals
I ſtand (Coleſſus—like)ſtriding ore ſeas,
And with my head knock at the roofe of Heauen:
Hence come I, this I am, (O moſt divine)
All that I am is yours, be you but mine.
2. King. The country (a) at whoſe breaſt, hundreds of Kings
Hae royally bin ſed, is nurce to me:
The god of grapes is mine, whoſe bounteous hand
In cluſers deales his gifts to euery land:
My Empire beares for greatnes,pollicy,
State, skill in Arts and Armes, ſole ſoueraightie
Of this Globe vnjuersall. All her Princes
Are warriours borne: whoſe battels to be told,
Would make the hearers ſoildiers: it is a land
Of breath so ſweet, and of aspect so faire,
That to behold her, and to conquer her,
(In amorous combats,) great king Oberon,
Your awefull father, of ha's thither come,
Like to a bridegrome, or a Reueller,
And gone agen in goodly triumphs home.
From hence I ſpring, (faireſt and moſt divine)
All that this is, is yours, be you but mine.
3. King. Be you but mine, and doubly will I treble
Their glories, and their greatneſſe: like to thunder
My voyce farre off, (hakes kingdoms; whilſt mine owne
Stand on Seauen (b) hills, whoſe towers, and pinnacles,
And reuend Monuments, hold in them ſuch worth,
And are ſo ſacred, Emperours and Kings
(Like barefoote pilgrims) at her feet do fall,
Bowing to her trible crowne imperiall.
The language which ſhee ſpeakes, goes through the world,
To proue that all the world should ſtoope to her,
And (ſaue your ſelfe) they doe; you thinke you leaue
A rich inheritance, if to your ſonnes,
Our fluent tongue you leaue, (nor need they more)

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Who ſpeake and ſpend it well, cannot be poore:
On many nations necks, a foot to ſet,
If it be glorious, then may you be great.
1. King. We are all pleafed, so pleafe you be the bride,
Of three, we care not which two be deni'd.
2. King. For we are brethren, and those ſacred breaſts
From whence we draw our nouriſhment, would runne
Neſt for to you (ſweete as the food of life:)
Our aged mother twentie times an hower,
Would breath her wholeſome kiffes on your cheeke,
And from her own cup you ſhould drinke that wine
Which none but Princes taſt, to make you looke
With cheerefull countenance,
3. King. You haue a (a) ſonne,
Rebellious, wild, ingratefull, poore, and yet
Apella from's owne head cuts golden lockes,
To haue them grow on his: his harp is his,
The darts he shoots are his: the winged meſſenger
That runnes on all the errands of the gods,
Teaches him swiftnes; hee outſtrip the windes:
This child of yours is (by adoption)
Our mothers now, her bleſſing he receiues;
And tho (as men did in the golden Age)
He liue iſt' open fields, hiding his head
Indampſh caues, and woods, (sometimes for ſeare,)
Yet doe we ſuccour him. This your loft ſheep,
We home agen will bring, to your owne fold,
Humbly to graze vpon your Faierie plaines,
Prouided, that you ſow them with ſuch ſeed,
On which your whole land wholeſomely may ſeed.
Titani. We know you now: O what a deale of paines
Would you (as others of this wing haue taken)
To be in Faierie land calld Soueraignes?
Thanks for it: raſhly nothing muſt we doe:
When kingdoms marrie, heauen it ſelfe ſtands by
To giue the bride: Princes in tying ſuch bands,
Should vſe a thouſand heads, ten thouſand hands:
For that one Acte giues like an enginous wheele
Motion to all, ſets all the State a going,

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And windes it vp to height, or hurles it down,
The leaft blast turnes the scale, where lies a crowne:
V Veele therefore take aduice. If theſe thinke fit
V V e should be yours, you ours, we figne to it:
Your counſell Fairie Lords: Fideli ſpeake.
Fid. Would you (my royal miſtres) haue thoſe chriftal
Faire, double-leaued doores, where light comes forth
To cheere the world, neuer to open more?
V Vould you haue all your flübers turn'd to dreams,
Frightfull and broken? would you ſee your Lords
(In ſread of fitting at your Councell boards)
Locking their graue, white, reuerend heads in ſteele?
If so, you cannot for all Fairie land
Find men to fit you better.

Titan. Florimell,

Breathes there in you Fidelies ſpirit?
Flor. No Lady.

3. King. No nor in any breſt that's ſoūd: true Coúceller,
Already you ſpeake muſicke: you are ſtrung
V Vith golden chords; Angels guide on your tongue.
Flor. Theſe potent, politicke, and twin-borne States,
V Vould to their mitred fortunes tie our fates:
Our Fairie groues are greene, our temples ſtand
Like goodly watch-towers, waſting paſſengers
From rockes, t'arriue them in the Holy land:
Peace (here) eats fruits, which her own hâd hath ſown,
Your lambes with lyons play: about your throne,
The Palme, the Lawrell, and the abundant Vine
Grow vp, and with your roſes doe entwine.
But if theſe gripe your Scepter once,

Titan. V Vhat then?

Flor. Vultures are not more rauenous than theſe men,
Confusion, tyranie, vproares will ſhake all,
Tygres, & wolues, and beares, will fil your ſeat,
In nothing (but in miſerie) youle be great:
Thoſe black and poſſonous waters that bore down
In their rough torrent, Fairie townes and towers,
And drownd our fields in Marianaes daies,
V Vill (in a mercileſſe inundation)

Couer

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Couer all againe: red Seas will flow again:
The Deuill will roare againe: if theſe you loue,
Be (as the Serpent,) wive then, tho a Doue.

2. King This hee that ſpeakes in muſicke?

Titan. Are you all,
Of this opinion Lordes?

Omn. All, all.

All 3. Lets hence.

3. King V Vhen close plots faile, vſe open violence.

Titani. Stay: Princes are free-borne, & haue free wil's,
Theiſe are to vs, as vallies are to hills,
V Vc may, be counceld by them, not controd:

Our wordes our Law.

Elfyr. Bright Souereigne.

Titan. You are too bold.

3. King I knew the fort would y eeld.

1. King Attend.

2. King Shees ours.

Titan. You would Combine a League, which theſe
would breake.

1. King A League!

2. King Holy.

3. King Honorable.

Titan. Nay heare me ſpeake,
You court me for my loue, you I imbrace
As maides doe Suiters, with a smiling face
as you doe me: receiue our anſwere then:—
I cannot loue you: —what ! ſuch hardy men
And flie for one repulſe ? I meane as yet;
As yet I'mnot at leifure: But I ſweare
Euen by my birth-day, by the crowne I weare,
By thoſe ſweet waters, which into vs powre
Health, that no ſicknes taints, by that bleſt flower
Vpon whose roſe al ſtalke our peace does grow,

Vpon whose roſe al ſtalke our peace does grow,
I ſweare I will my loue on you beſtow,
V Vhen one day comes, which now to you Ile name.

1. King The time ! O bleſſed time!

2. King Balme to our forrow.

3. King Name that moſt happie houre.

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Titani.

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Tita. May be to morrow :
Marke els and iudge whether it may or no :
When Lambes of ours, are kild by wolues of yours,
Yet no bloud fuckt: when Heauen two Suns endures :
When Soules that reft in vnder-groundes,
Heare Anthems fung, and prayse the foundes:
When drops of water are so spilt,
That they can wash out murders guilt:

When Surgeons long since dead and gone,
Can cure our woundes, being cald vpon :

When from yon towers I heare one cry,
You may kill Princes lawfully:

When a Court has no Parasite,
When truth speakes falſe, and falſhood right:

When Conſcience goes in cloth of gold,
When Offices are giuen, not ſold:

When merchants wues hate coſtly clothes,
When ther's no lies in tradſmens oathes:

When Farmers by deere yeeres do leeze,
And Lawyers ſweare to take no fees :

(And that I hope will neuer, neuer bee)

But then (and not till then) I ſweare,

Shall your bewitching Charmes ſleepe in mine eare.

Away.

Excunt Faires : Manent 3. Kings.

1. King Derided to our faces !

2. King Baffuld !

3. King Made fooles !

1. King This muſt not be.

Omn. It ſhall not be.

3. King Reuenge :

Flie to our Empres boſome, there fucke treaſon,

Sedition, Herezies confederacies,

The violation of al facred leagues.

The combination of all leagues vniuſt,

The diſpenſation for ſacramentall oathes,

And when ye are ſwolne with theis, returne againe,

And let their poyſon raine downe here in ſhowres :

Whole heards of bulls loaden with hallowed curſes,

V With Interdiſtions, excommunications,

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And with vnbinding Subiects fealties,

And with large pattents to kill Kings and Queens

Drine roaring hither, that vpon their hornes

This Empire may be toſt.

2. King Shee ſhall bee torne,

Euen ioynt from ioynt: to haue her baited wel,

(If we cannot) wee will vn-kennell hell:

1. King. Will not you home with vs ?

3. King. No: here Ile lurke,

And in a Doue-like ſhape rauen vpon Doues :

Ile fuck allegiance from the common breſt,

Poyſon the Courtier with ambitious drugs,

Throw bane into the cups where learning drinkes,

Ile be a Saint, a Furie, Angeli, Deuill,

Ore Seas, on this ſide Seas; Devils forreners,

V With Devils within heel freedome, Devils in Vaults.

And with Church Deuill, be it your ſoules health,

To drinke downe Babylonian Stratagems.

And to forge three-forkt thunderbolts at home,

VVhilſt I melt Sulphure here : If the sweet bane

Ilay bee ſwallowed, oh ! a Kingdome burſts,

But if the poyſoned hooke be ſpied, then leuy

Eightie eight Legions, and take open armes,

The Guidon ſhall be mine, Ile beare the Standard.

Omn. I will be a glorious warre.

1. King Farewell.

3. Kidg Bee gon,

then one.

V Who cleaes a Realmes head, needs more ſwordes

Excunt.

Fideli, Florimell, Parthenophil, Elfiron,

Flory. These euill Spirits are vext, & tho they vanifht
Like hideous dreames, yet haue they left behind them,
Throbs, and heart akings, in the generall boſome,

As omynous bodings. Fairy Lackeyes.—

4. Footmen Here.

Flory. Flie Sirra throug the Ayre and neuer reſt

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(On paine to be into an vchin turnd)
Till thou haft fixt vpon the highest gates,
(Exit.
Of our great'ft Cities The'rs a warning peece. Away.

Fidel. Theis to the Spirits that our waters keepe,
Chargeth' that none rowft there, but thofe whose nets,
Are caft out of our Fairy gundolets. Away. Exit. 2.

Elfyr. Theis to the keepers of thofe royall woods
VWhere Lyons, Panthers, and the kingly heardes
Feede in one company; that if wild Boares,
Mad Buls, or rauing Beares, breake in for prey,
Hoping to make our groues their wildernes,
Ours may like fouldiers bid th' battaile. Flie. Exit. 3.

Parth. Theis to the Shepheards on our Fairie downs
To warne them not to sleepe, but with sweet Layes
And Iolly pipings driue into fat paptures
(Exit. 4.

Their goodly flocks: V Values are abroad say, Fly.
Fidel. Place Providence, (because she has quick eye:
And is the best at kenning) in our Nauy,
Courage shall wait on her.

Flor. No: shees moft fit

Titania and
maidens
ending alofe.

To goe with vs.

Omn. Let her in Counsell fit.

Fid. Tis faid: and least they breake into our walkes
And kil our fairie deare, or change them ſelues
Into the shape of Fawnes, being indeed Foxes,
Range all the forreſt danger to preuent,
Foreſlight, beats ſtormes backe, when moſt Imminent.

Omn. Away then.

Exeunt.

Manent Titania, and her maides.

Titani. Wife Pilots? firmest pillars? how it agrees,
When Princes heads sleepe on their counſels knees :
Deepe rooted is a ſtate, and growes vp hie,
V When Prouidence, Zeale, and Integritie
Husband it well: Theis fathers twill be faid
(One day) make me a grandame of a maid.
Meane time my farewell to ſuch gaudy lures
As here, were thrown vp t' haue me quite ore-thrown,
I charge you maids, entertaine no desires,
Sorreligious and vnſanctified:

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Oh, they ha ſnakes fleeky tongues, but hearts more rugged
Then is the Rufſian Beare: our Fairie bowres
Would turne to Arabian deſarts, if such flowers,
(Mortall as killing Hemlocke) here should grow,
Which to preuent, Ile haue you vow.

Aur. We vowe

By the white balles in bright Titaniaes eies,
We their inchrants skorne.

Titau. It does ſuffice:

To bind it ſure, Strew all your meades with charmes,
Which if they doe no good, shall doe no harme.

Aur. Here comes your new ſworne ſeruant.

Enter Plaine dealing.

Titan. Now Sirra, where haue you bin ?

Plaie. Where haue I bin? I haue bin in the braueſt prifon----
Titan. What prifon? a braue prifon? Can there be a brane prifon?

Plaie. All your fine men liue and die there, it's the Knights
ward, and therefore muſt needs bee braue: some call it an Ordi-
narie, but I ſay tis a prifon, for moſt of our gallants that are fer-
ued every day with woodcockes there, lie there in a manner vp-
on Execution : they dare not peepe out of doores for feare of
Serieants.

Titan. What are thofe Serieants ?

Plaie. Doe not you know (miſtreſſe) what Serieants are ? a
nuber of your courtiers are deare in their acquaintace: why they
are certaine men-midwiues, that neuer bring people to bed, but
when they are fore in labour, that no body els can deliver them.

Titan. Are there ſuch places in our kingdome, as Ordinaries,
what is the true ſaſhion of them, what's their order?

Plaie. They are out of all true ſaſhion: they keep no order.

Titau. Where about in Fairie land ſtand they ?

Plaie. In your great cittie: and here's the picture of your Or-
dinarie.

Titan. When Maſter Painter pleaſe we ſhall haue it: come Sir.

Plaie. Your gallants drink here right worſhipfully, eat moſt
impudently, dice moſt ſwearingly, ſwere moſt damnably, quar-
rell moſt desperatly, and put vp moſt cowardly. Suppose I were
a young countrey gentleman, and that I were to come in (like an
afle) among 'em, new caſt into the bonds of ſattin.

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Titan. What then?

Plain. Mary then doe all the gyts, rapiers turne their Tobacco faces in the roome vpon me, and they puffe, they gape on a fresh man like so many, itale Oysters at a full tyde: then is there no falt to throw vpon them, and to make them leaue gaping, but this; to caft off his cloake, hauing good cloathes vnderneath, finagle out some in the roome worfe, accoutred then himselfe, with him to walke boldly vp and downe, strutting, laugh alowd at a ny thing, talke alowde of nothing, so they make a noife, it is no matter.

Titan. You are growne firra an obferuer since you came out of Babylon.

Plain. Troth miftresse, I left villains and knaes there, & find knaes & fooles here: for your Ordinary is your Isle of Gulles, your ship of fooles, your hospitall of incurable madmen: it is the field where your captaine and braue man is cal'd to the last recognition, and is ouerthrown horse and foot: it is the onely schoole to make an honest man a knaue: for Intelligencers may heare enough there, to set twenty a begging of lands: it is the strangeest Cheffe-board in the world.

Titan. Why?

Plain. Because in some games at Cheffe, knights are better then pawnes, but here a good pawne is better then a knight.

Titan. Afloard our sholes such wonders?

Plain. Wonders? why this one little Cocke-pit, (for none come into it, but those that haue spurs) is able to shew all the follies of your kingdome, in a few Apes of the kingdome.

Titan. Haue we not in our Land Phyſitions

To purge theſe red impoſtumes?

Plain. Troth yes miftresse; but I am Plaine dealing, and must ſpeake truth, thou haſt many Phyſitions, some of the found men, but a number of them more ſicke at heart, then a whole pariſh full of Patients: let them cure themſelues firſt, & then they may better know how to heale others: then haue you other fellowes that take vpon them to be Surgeons, and by letting out the corruption of a State, and they let it out: Ile be ſworne; for some of them in places as big as this, and before a thousand people, rip vp the bowels of vice in ſuch a beaſtly manner, that (like women at an Execution, that can endure to see men quartred alive) the behol-

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beholders learne more villany then they knew before: others likewise there be of this confort laſt named, that are like Beadles bribed, they whip, but draw no blood, and of theſe I haue made a Rime. Titan. Let's heare it.

Plain. Those that doe jerkethese times, are but like fleas, They bite the skinne, but leap from the difeafe.

Titan. Ile haue you Sir (because you haue an eye so sharpely pointed) to looke through and through that our great Citie, and like death, to ſpare the liues of none, whose confidence you find ſickly and going.

Plain. If I giue you the copie of the Cities countenance, Ile not flatter the face, as painters do; but ſhow al the wrinkles of it.

Titan. Doe so, you shall no more to Babylon, But liue with vs, and be our Officer.

Plain. Haue I any kinred in your Court? is there any one of my name an officer? if there bee, part vs; because it will not bee good, to haue two of the Plain-dealings in one office, they'l bee beggars if they doe.

Titan. No Sirra, wee'le prouide you shall not want VVhitil vs you ſerue. Goe learne where Truth doth lie.

Plain. Nay, nay, I haue heard of her, the dwelles (they ſay) at the signe of the Holy Lambe.

Titan. VVee builther vp a lodging at our coſt, To haue her labour in our Vineyards: For till thee came, no Vines could please our taſte,

But of her fining. Set your hand to hers, Liue with her in one houſe, fetch from our Court Maintenance to ſerue you all: it will be to her A comfort to haue you ſtil by her ſides, Shee ha's ſuch prettie and delightfull ſongs, That you will count your foreſt labour light, And time well ſpent only to heare her ſing.

Away loose no more minutes.

Fl. Not a minute: Ile set more watches then a clockmaker. Exit.

Elfiron. Paridel.

Titan. VVhats yonder man that knees?

Elf. Tis (a) Paridel

Titan. Our doctor?

Par. The moſt wretched in your land.

(a) Doctor Parry.

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the most in foule dejected; the most base,
And most vnferuiceable weede, vnles
You by your heauenly Influence change his vilenes
Into a vertuall habit fit for vfe.

Tita. Oh: we remember it; you are condemn'd?

Elf. To Death.

Pari. Deferuedly.

Tita. You had your hand

Not couloured with his bloud.

Elf. No deereft Lady

Vpon my vowed Loyalty.

Pari. The law, hath fastned on me only for attempt,
It was no actuall nor commenced violence
That brought death with it, but intent of ill.

Tita. We would not faue them, that delight to kill,
For so we wound our felues: bloud wrongly spilt
Who pardons, hath a share in halfe the guilt,
You strooke, our lawes not hard, yet what the edge
Of Iustice could take from you, mercy giues you.
(Your life.) You haue it signed, rize.

Pari. May yon Clouds

Mufter themfelues in Armies, to confound

Him that shall with you dead, hurt, or vncrownd.

Pathenophill with Campeius.

Par. To run in debt thus basely for a life,
To spend which, had beene glory ! O most vile !
The good I reape from this superfluous grace,
Is but to make my selfe like Caſars horse,
To kneele whilst he gets vp : my backe muſt beare
Till the chine crack, yet still a feruile feare
Muſt lay more loades on me, and preſſe me downe.
V Vhen Princes giue life, they so bind men to'em,
That tufting them with too much, they vndo'em.
V Vho then but I, from steps so low would rife ?
Great fortunes (eand thus) are great Slaueries :
Snatcht from the common hangmans hands for this ?
To haue my mind feele torture! now I see,
V Vhen good dayes come, (the Gods so ſeldome giue them.)
That tho we haue them, yet we ſcarce beleeue them.

Heart.

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Hearthow art thou confinder? and bard of roome,
Thart quicke enough, yet liueſt within a tombe.

Tita. His name.

Parth. (a) Campeius: Deeply learnd. (a)Ed.Campion.

Tit. We heare so:

But with it heare (from some whome we haue weied

For iudgement and experience) that he caries:

A foule within him framde of a thouſand wheele's

Yet not one ſteddy.

Parthe. It may be the rumor

That thus ſpreades ouer him, flowes out of hate.

Tita. Belieue vs no: of his, and to others fate,

The threedes are too vnlike, to haue that wouen.

Camp. To gaine her crowne Ile not kneele thus.

Tita. Besides

The harueſt which he ſeekeſ is reapde already:

We haue beſtowed it:

Parth. Here then dies our ſute.

Tita. Now ſhall you trie with what impatience

That bay tree will endure a little fire,

My Lord, my Lord,

Such ſwelling ſpirites hid with humble ſookes,

Are kingdoms poyſons, hung on golden hooſes,

Parth. I hope heele proue none ſuch.

Tita. Such men of proue.

Valleys that let in riuers to confound

The hils aboue them, tho themſelues lie drounde,

My Lord, I like not calme and cunning ſeas

That to haue great ſhips taken or diſtrefſ,

Suffer base gallyes to creepe ore their breaſt,

Let course harts weare course skins: you know our wil.

Parth. Which (as a doome diuine) I ſhall fulfill.

Camp. Thrown downe, or raiz'd ?

Parth. All hopes (for this) are gone,

ome planet ſtands in oppofition.

Exeunt Parth.

Camp. Vmh: So.

Exeunt Camp.

Tita. Now Doctor Pavidell.

Pari. An humble ſuite,

I am growne bold finding so free a guier,

D 3.

Where.

The Whore of Babylon.

Where beggers once take almes, they looke for't euer.

Tita. You haue beene fworne our ſeruant long.

Pary. Tenne yeares.

(uing)

Tita. And we should wrong you; since you take vs gi-

To let you goe with life, that should want liuing,
What is it we can grant you.

Pary. I haue beene by two great Fayries in your land,
(Oppreſſt I dare not lay) but so beaten downe,
And funcke so low now with my laſt diſgrace,
That all my happy thoughts lie in the duſt,

Aſham'd to looke vp yet : moſt humbly therefore
Begge I your gratious leaue that I may vary,

This native Aire for Forren.

Tita. Oh you would trauell,

You may, you haue our leaue: Challenge our hand.

Pary. Stormes are at Sea, when it is calme at land.

Exit.

Fideli Florimell.

Fidel. The Sea-God hath vpon your maiden ſhoares,
(On Dolphins backes that pittie men diſtreſt)

In ſafetie ſett a people that implores,

The Soueraigne mercie flowing from your breſt.

Tita. What people are they ?

Fidel. Neighbours : tis the nation,

The Netherlanders.

With whome our Faries enterchange commerce,
And by negotietion growne so like vs,

That halſe of them are Fayries : th'other halſe
Are hurtfull Spirits, that with sulphurous breath
Blaſt their corne ſeilds, deſace their temples, cloth
their townes in mourning, poyſon hallowed ſounts,
And make their goodlieſt Cities ſtand (like tombes)

Full of dead bodies, or (like pallaces,
From whence the Lords are gone) all deſolate.

They haue but 17, danghters young and faire,
Vowd to liue veſtalls, and to know the touch
Of any forced or vnreuerend hand.

Yet Luſt and Auarice (to get their dowers)

Lay barbarous ſeidge against their chaſtitie,

Threaten to ravil them, to make their bodies

The temples of polution, or their bedds,

Graues

The Whore of Babylon.

Graues where their honors ſhall lie buried,

They pray to haue their virgins wait on you,

That you would be their mother, and their nurſe,

Their Guardian and their Gouernour; when Princes

Haue their liues giuen'em, fine and golden threds

Are drawne and ſpun (for them) by the good fates,

That they may lift vp others in low ſtates.

Tit. Els let our ſelſe decline; giue them our preſence :

In my ſery all nations ſhould be kin,

And lend a brothers hand, viher them in.

Exeunt.

Stood here my foes (diſtreſt) thus would I grieue them,

Not how they ha bin, but how I might relieue them.

Parthenophil.ill.

Path. Your good deeds (matchleſſe Fayrie) like the Sun,
(Riſing but onely in this poynt of heauen,

Spred through the world, So that a Prince (made wretched,

By his vnhappy father, that lies ſlaime

By barbarous ſwords, and in his goary wounds,

Drownes all the hopes of his poſteritie

Hether, is like an orphan come (from farre)

To get relieſe and remedic gainſt thoſe,

That would defeat him of his portion.

Tita. Pittie and we had talke before you came,
She hath not taken yet her hand from ours,

Nor ſhall ſhee part, vntill thoſe higher powers

Behold that Prince : good workes are theirs, not ou'r's;

Goe : bid him truſt his miſery in our hands,

Great trees I fee do fall, when the ſhrub ſtands.

Exeunt.

Fideli Florimell the ſtates of the countries,
Partbenophil.elfyron, the Prince of

Portugal.

To the States.

Auxilio tutos dimittam, opibusque Iuabo.

Non ignava mali, miſeris succurrere diſco.

Exeunt.

The third King to the King of Portugall.

3. King Stands my beard right : the gowne I muſt looke graue,
White haires like filuer cloudes a priuledge haue,

Not.

The Whore of Babylon.

Not to be search'd, or be suspected fowle:
Make away thofe 2 turne coates.Suite me next
Like to a Sattin diuell braely flye
Your fayles shape:be here immediatly.
So:excellent:a subtle masque: alls fit,
This very cap makes my head fwell with wit.
Mongſt ſouldiers, I haue plaid the ſouldier,
Bin mutinous, raild at the State, curſd peace:
They walke with croſſe-armes, gaping for a day,
Haue vnder ſhord their eie-lids (like trap windows.)
To keep them open, and with yawning eares,
Lie lifting on flocke bolſters, till rebellion
Beat vp her drum: this lards me fat with laughter,
Their ſwords are drawn halſe way, & all thofe throats
That are to bleed are mark'd: and all thofe doores,
Where ciuill Maſſacres, murders (di'd in graine)
Spoile, riflings, and ſweet rauiſhments ſhall enter,
Haue tokens ſtamp'd on them (to make 'em knowne)
More dreadfull then the Bils that preach the plague.
From them, with oyl'd hammes (lap'd in ſeruile blew)
I ſtole, and fil'd out wine of Babylon,
To liue things (made of clods) poore countrey ſots,
And drunke they are: whole ſhires with it do reele,
Poyſons run ſmooth, because men ſweetnes feele.
Now to my ſchoole-men, Learnings fort is ſtrong,
But poorely man'd, and cannot hold out long
V When golden bullets batter.---Yonders one---
Y are a poore ſcholler?

Campeius. Yes.

3. King. V Vhat read you?

Camp. A booke.

3. King. So learned, yet so young?

Camp. Yee may fee Sir.

3. King. You feede some discontent?

Camp. Perhaps I ha caufe.

3. King. V Vhat troubles you?

Camp. You trouble me: pray leaue me.

3. Kin, Put your ſelfe, and your griefe into my hands.

Camp. Say yee?

The Whore of Babylon.

3. King Put your ſelfe & your grief into my hands.

Camp. Are you a Doctor? your hands Sir, pray why?

3. King. You know me not.

Camp. Do you know your ſelfe? your buſines?

Are you a ſcholler?

3. King Iudge of that by theſe. (wool.)

Camp. Oh Sir, I haue ſeen many heads vnder ſuch
That ſcarce had braines to line it: if y'are a ſcholler,
Mee thinks you ſhould know manners, by your leaue

3. King Pray leaue your name behind you. Sir.

Camp. Name, Campeius.

3. King Campeius! vmh: Campeius ? a lucky plannet
ſtrikes out this houre: Campeius ! Babylon,
His name hath in her tables: on his forehead,
Our Queenc hath ſet her marke: it is a mould
Fit to caſt miſcheife in: none ſooner rent
A Church in two, then Schollers diſcontent.
I muſt not looſe this Martines neſt,—once more
Y are happily met.

Camp. This bur ſtil hang on mee! And you Sir.

3. King Tell me pray, did you neuer taſt-I me bold-did you
Thofe cleere & redolent fountains that do noriſh, nee'r taſt
In viue and freeh humiditie thofe plants
That grow on thother ſide (our oppoſites)
Thofe that to vs here, are th' Antipodes,
Cleane againſt vs in grounds-you feele me: ſay
Ne're drunke you of that nectar.

Camp. Neuer.

3. King Neuer !
I wiſh you had, I gather from your eyes,
V Vhat your diſeafe is, I ha bin your ſelfe,
This was Campeius once (tho not ſo learn'd)
For I was bred (as you) in Fairy Land,
A Country! well, but tis our country: and ſo,
Good to breed beggers: Shee ſtarues Arts: ſatts fools,
Shee ſets vp drinking roomes, & pulls downe ſchools.

Camp. So Sir.

3. King No more but ſo Sir? this diſcourſe

E

Pallatts

The Whore of Babylon.

Pallats not you.

Camp. Yes.

3. King. Nothing hath passed me
I hope, against my countrey, or the State,
That any you can take hold of.

Camp. If they could,
Tis but mine I, to your no.

3. King. Y are to fowre:
Vnnmellowed: you stand here in the shade,
Out of the warmth of thate blesſt ripening beames, ---
Goe to---I grieue that such a bloſſome--- (raiz'd,
Camp. Sir, I know you not: this thing which you haue
Affrights me: schollers of weake temper need
To feare (as they on Sunbankes lie to read)
Adders i' th highest graſſe: theſe leaues but turn'd,
Like willow ſtickes hard rub'd may kindle fire,
Cities with ſparkes as ſmall haue oft beene burn'd.

3. King. Doe you take me for a hangman ?
Camp. I would be loath,
For any harſh tune that my tongue may warble,
To haue the instrument vnſtrung.

3. King. You shall not:
Welfare vnto you.
Camp. And to you. A word Sir:
Bred in this countrey ?

3. King. Yes.
Camp. I am no bird.

To breake mine own neaſt downe: what flight ſoever
Your words make through this ayre (tho it be trobled)
Myne eare Sir, is no reaching Fowling piece.
What paffes through it, kills: you may proceed,
Perhaps you would wound that, I wifh ſhould bleed.
You haue th'aduantage now,
I put the longeſt weapon into your hands.

3. King. It shall guard you:
You draw me by this line: let's private walke.

3. King. This paths vnbruz'd: goe on Sir.
Camp. This paths vnbruz'd: goe on Sir.

3. King. Sir I love you,
The Dragons that keep learnings golden tree.

As

The Whore of Babylon.

As you now haue, I fought with, conquered them,
Got to the highest bough, eat of the fruit,
And gathered of the ſeauen-fold leaues of Art,
What I defir'd; and yet for all the Moones
That I haue ſeene waxe old e, and pine for anger,
I had outwatched them: and for all the candles
I waſted out on long, and frozen nights,
To thaw them into day; I fild my head
With books, but ſcarce could filmy mouth with bread:

3. King. How did you change your starre ?
Camp. How did you change your starre?

3. King. By changing Aire:
The god of waues waſht of my pouertie,
I fought out a new funne beyond the seas,
VVhoſe beames begat me gold.
Camp. O me dull aſſe!

3. King. Countrey!
Camp. Shee hangs
Her owne brats at her backe, to teach them begge,
And in her lap ſets strangers.

3. King. Yet your countrey.
Camp. I was not borne to this, not schoold to this,
My parents ſpent not wealth on me to this,
I will not stay here long.

3. King. Doe not.
Camp. Beeing hence,
Ile write in gall and poyſon gainſt my nurce
This Fairie land, for not rewarding merit:
If euer I come backe Ile be a Calthrop
To pricke my countries ſeet, that tread on me.

3. King. O shee's vnkind, hard-hearted!
Camp.

E 2

Camp.

The Whore of Babylon.

Camp. In disputation

I dare for latine, hebrew, and the greeke,
Challenge an vniiuerſtie; yet, (O euill hap!)
Three learned languages cannot fet a nap

Vpon this thred-bare gowne: how is Arte curs'd?

Shee ha's the ſweeteſt lymbes, and goes the worst:

Like common Fidlers, drawing down others meate

With lickorifh tunes, whilſt they on scraps do eate.

3. King. Shake then theſe ſeruile fetters off.

Camp. But how?

3. King. Play the mules part, now thou haſt fuckt a dam

Drie and vnholſome, kiſſe her ſides.

Camp. Her heart--her very heart--

Would it were dried to duſt, to ſtrew vpon

Th' inuenomed paper vpon which He write.

3. King. Know you the Court of Babylon?

Camp. I haue read,

How great it is, how glorious, and would venter

A ſoule to get but thither.

3. King. Get then thither, you venture none, but ſaue
a ſoule going thither:

The Queene of *Babylon* rides on a beaſt,

That carries vp ſeauen heads.

Camp. Rare.

3. King. Each head crow'nd. Enter his man like a say-

Camp. O admirable! lev with rich attires vnder his armes.

3. King. Shee with her owne hand

Will fill thee wine out of a golden bowle.

There's Angels to conduct thee. Get to ſea,

Steale o're, behold, here's one to waſt thee hence,

Take leaue of none, tell none, th'art made, farewell.

Camp. Thus to meet heauen, who would not wade through hell

Exeunt Campeius and Sayler, manet 3. King,
enter Sayler prefently.

3. King. To flea off this hypocriſe, tis time,

Leaſt worne too long, the Foxes skinne be known?

In our diſlembling now we muſt be braue,

Makeme a courtier: come, Aſſes I fee,

In nothing but in trappings, different be

From

The Whore of Babylon.

From foote-cloth nags, on which gay fellows ride,
Saue that ſuch gallants gallop in more pride.

A way Stow vnder hatches that light ſtuffe:

Tis to be worne in *Babylon*.--- Exit Sayler.

At this groue,

And much about this howre, a ſlaue well moulded,

In profound, learned villany, gaue oath Enter Coniuer.

To meet me: Art thou come! Can thy blacke Arte

This wonder bring to paffe?

Con. See, it is done.

3. King. *Titaniaes* picture right.

Con. This virgin waxe,

Burie I will in ſlimie putred ground,

Where it may peeece-meale rot: As this confumes,
So ſhall ſhee pine, and (after languor) die.

The ſe pinnes ſhall ſticke like daggers to her heart,

And eating through her breaſt, turnethere to gripings
Cramp-like Convulsions, ſhrinking vp her nerves,
As into this they eate.

3. King. Thou art ſam'd for euer,
If theſe thy holy labours well ſucceed,

Statues of molten braſſe shall reare thy name,

The *Babylonian* Empreſſe shall thee honour.

And (for this) each day ſhalt thou goe in chaines.

Where wilt thou burie it?

Coniur. On this dunghill,

3. King. Good:

And bind it down with moſt effectuall charmes,

That whoſoever with vnhallowed hands,

Shall dare to take it hence, may raue and die.

Con. Leaue me.

3. King. Farewell and profper: be blinde youſkies,
You looke on things vnlawfull with ſore eies. Exit.

Dumbe ſhewe. The Hault-boyes ſound, and whilſt bee is burying the picture,
Truth and Time enter, Fideli, Parthenophil, Elfiron, and a
Guard following aloofe. They diſcouer the follow, bee is taken, the picture
found, bee kneeles for mercy, but they making ſignes of refuſall,
he ſnatcheth at ſome weapon to kill himſelfe, is preuen-
ted, and led away.

E 3

Trumpet

The Whore of Babylon.

The Empres, Cardinals &c.

Emp. Who lets those tunes to mocke vs? Stay them.

Omn. Peace.

1. King Peace there.

1. Card. No more : your musicke must be dombe.

Emp. When those Celestiall bodies that doe moue,
Within the sacred Spheres of Princes bofomes

Goe out of order, tis as if yon Regiment,
We are all in vp-roare: heauen should then be vext,

Me thinkes such indignation should resemble,
Dreadfull eclypſes, that portend dire plagues

To nations, fall to Empires, death to Kings,
To Cities deuastation, to the world,

That vniuer fall hot calamitic

Of the last horror. But our royall cloud,
Beates in our veines like feas struggling for bounds,

Aetna, burns in vs : bearded Comets shoote.

Their vengeance through our eyes : our breath is lightning,

Thunder our voyce; yet, as the idle Cannon,
Strikes at the Aires Invulnerable breſt.

Our darts are phillip'd backe in mockery,

Wanting the poynts to wound.

1. King Too neere the heart,

(Most royall Empresse) these diftempers fit,

So please you, weele againe affayle her bewtie

In varied shapes, and worke on futler Charmes,

Again loues poyfoned arrowes weele let flie.

Emp. No : proud spirits once denying, still deny.

1. Car. Then be your selfe, (a woman) change those ouertures
You made to her of an vnvnuſtall peace,

To an vnvndeſt defiance : giue your reuenge,

A full and ſwelling ſaile, as from your greatnes

You tooke, in veyling to her: you haue beene

Too cold in puniſhment, too ſoft in chyding,

And like a mother (cause her yeares are greene)

Haue winck't at Errors, hoping time, or councell,

Or her owne guilt (feing how the goes awry,)

Would

The Whore of Babylon.

Would streighten all.—you find the contrarie.

Empe, What followes ?

1. Card. Sharp chaſtizment, leaue the Mother
And be the steptdame; wariton her no more
On your Indulgent knee, ſigne no more pardon
To her Off-failings and her flyings out,

But let it be a meritorious Aſt :

Make it a ladder for the ſoule to climbe,

Lift from the hindges all the gates of heauen;

To make way for him that shall kill her.

Omnes Good.

1. Card. Giue him an office in yon Starr-chamber,
Or els a Saints place and Canonize him;

So Sanctifie the arme that takes her life,

That ſylly ſoules may go on pilgrimage,

Only to kiffe the Inſtrument (that ſtrikes)

As a most reuerent relique.

Empe. Be it so.

1. King. In that one word she expires

Empe. Her farſie Lordes

(That play the Pilots nowe, and ſteere her kingdome.

In fowleft weather) as white bearded corne

Bowes his proud head before th'imperiall windes,

Shall ſo ly groueling (heere) when that day comes.

1. Ki. And that it shall come fates theſelies prepare.

Emp. True, but old Lyons hardly fall into the ſnare.

1. King. Is not the good and politique Satyran
(Our leagued brother, and your vaſſaile ſworne)

Euen now (this very minute) fucking close

Their faireſt boſomes ? if his traynes take well :

They haue ſtrange workings (down-wards) into hel.

Emp. That Satyran is this hand: his brains a forge

Still working for vs, he's the trew ſet clocke

By which we goe, and of our houres doth keepe

The numbred ſtrokes, when we lye bound in ſleepe.

1. Card. Besides ſuch voluntaries as will ſerue

Vnder your holy cullors and forſake

The Fairie ſtandard, all ſuch fugitues

Whose heartes are Babylonized : all the Mutiners

All

The Whore of Babylon.

All the damb'd Crew, that would for gold teare off
The deuills beard : All schollers that doe eate,
The bread of sorrow, want, and discontent,
Wife Satryan takes vp, preffes, apparrels, (woues,
Their backes like Innocent Lambes, their minds like
Rubs or e their tongues with poyson, which they fpet
Against their owne annointed; their owne Country,
Their very parent. And thus chippes'em hither.
To make em yours.

Emp. To vse.

1. **Card.** Only to imploy them

As Bees whilst they haue ftings, & bring thighs laden

With hony, hiue them, when they are droanes, deſtroy them.

1. **King** The earneſt which he giues you (adored Empreſſe),
Are three fit engines for vs.

Emp. Are they wrought?

2. King They are: and waite in Court your vtmoſt pleaſure,
Out of your Cup made wee them drunke with wines,
To found their hearts, which they with ſuch deuotion

Received downe, that euen whilſt Bacebus, ſwom
From lippe to lippe, in midft of taking healths,

They tooke their owne damnation, if their bloud

(As thofe grapes) ſtream'd not forth, to effect your good.

Emp. Let vs behold theſe fire-workes, that muſt run
Vpon ſhort lines of life: yet wil we vſe them,
Like inſtruments of muſicke, play on them,
A while for pleaſure, and then hang them by,
Who Princes can vpbrayd, tis good they die.

For as in building ſumptuous pallaces,

We climb by bafe and flender ſcaſſoldings,

Till wee haue raized the Frame: and that being done,

(To grace the worke) we take the Scaſſolds downe,

So muſt we theſe: we know they lone vs not,

But Swallow-like when their owne ſummers paſt,

Here feeke for heat: or like flight Traualers,

(Swolne with vaine-gloriſ, or with lufft to ſee,)

They come to obſerue falſions and not mee.

1. King As Traualers vſe them then, till they be gone,
Looke Cheerefully; backs turn'd, no more thought vpon.

Emg.

The Whore of Babylon.

Emp. What are they that fly hither (to our boſome)

But ſuch as hang the wing, ſuch as want neaſt;

Such as haue no found feathers; birds ſo poore,

They ſcarce are worth the killing: with the Larke

(The morning's fawlkner) ſo they may mount hie,

Care not how bafe and low their rifsings be?

What are they but leane hungry Crowes that tyre

Vpon the mangled quarters of a Realme?

And on the houſe-tops of Nobilitie

(If there they can but fit) like fatall Rauens,

Or ſkrich-Owles croake their fals and hoarſely bode,

Nothing but ſcaſſolds and vnhalloved graues?

1. King. Fitter for vs: yet fit they here like doues.

Emp. True: like corrupted Churchme they are doues,
That haue eate carrion: home weele therefore ſend
Theſe buſie-working Spiders to the wals

Of their owne countrey, when their venemous bags
(Which they ſhall ſtuffe with ſcandales, libels, treaſons)

Are full and vpon burſtling: let them there

Weaue in their politicke loomes nets to catch flies;

To vs they are but Pothecary drugs,

Which we will take as Phyſicall pils, not food :

Vſe them as lancets to let others bloud,

That haue foule bodies, care not whom you wound,

Nor what parts you cut off, to keepe this found.

Omn. Here come they.

Campeius, Parydell, and † Lupus.

† Lopes.

Emp. Welcome: rife, and rife vp high

In honours and our fauour : you haue thruft

Your armes into our cofers, haue you not?

All 3. Yes ſacred Empreſſe.

Camp. And into our owne,
Hauerayned downe ſhowers of gold.

Emp. You ſhall deferue it:

You ſee what Ocean can replenifh you,

Be you but duteous tributarie ſtreames :

But is your temper right? are not the edges

Of your ſharpe ſpirits rebated? are you ours?

Do not your hearts ſinke downe yet? will you on?

F

All 3. Stood

The Whore of Babylon.

All 3. Stood death ith' way.

Lup. Stood hell.

Emp. Nobly refu'd:
But listen to vs, and observe our counsell :

Backe must we send you to the Fairie Land,
Danger goes with you; here's your safetie: listen,
Chufe winds to fayle by ; if the wayward feas.

Grow ſtormie, houer, keepe aloofe: if feares,
Shipwracks, and death lie tumbling on the waves,

And will not off, then on: be venturous,
Conqueſts hard got are ſweet and glorious.

Being landed, if ſuſpition caſt on you,

Her narrow eyes, turne your ſelues then to Moles,
Worke vnder ground, and vndermine your countrey.

Tho you caſt earth vp, but a hand full high,

To make her ſtumble: if that cloud-hound hunt you,
(That long-ear'd Inquifition) take the thickets,

Climbe vp to Hay-mowes, liue like birds, and eate

The vndeflowred corne: in hollow trees

Take ſuch prouſion as the Ant can make :

Flie with the Batt vnder the ceues of night,
And ſhift your neaſts: or like to Ancresſes,

Cloſe vp your ſelues in artificiall wals :

Or if you walke abroad, be wrapt in clouds,

Haue change of haires, of eie-brows, halt with ſoldiers,

Be ſhauen and be old women, take all ſhapes

To eſcape taking: But if the ayre be cleere,

Flie to the Court, and vnderneath the wings.

Of the Eagle, Faulcon, or ſome great bird houer,

Oakes and large Beech-trees many beaſts doe couer.

He that firſt ſings a Dirge tun'd to the death

Of that my onely foe the Fairie Queene,

Shalbe my loue, and (clad in purple) ride

V pons that ſcarlet-coloured beaſt that beares

Seuen Kingdomes on ſeuen heads.

Camp. If all the Spels

That wit, or eloquence, or arts can ſet :

If all the ſleights that bookemen vſe in ſchooles

Be powe ſefull in ſuch happineſſe, 'tis mine.

Rep. What

The Whore of Babylon.

Rep. What phyſicke can I dare onely to grow

(But as I merit (shall) vp in your eye.
Emp. Weele ereet ladders for you ſtrong and high,
That you ſhall climbe to ſtarrie dignitie.

Both. We take our leaue dread Emprefſſe. Exeunt.

Emp. Fare you well :

Our benediction goe along with you----

Our malediction and your ſoules confusion

Like ſhiuer'd towers fall on your luckeleſſe heads,

And wedge you into earth low as the deepe

Where are the damned, if our world you fire,

Since desperately you le ride and dare aſpire.

1. King. But is this all: shall we thus bend our ſinews
Onely to empty quiuers, and to ſhoot
Whole ſheafes of forked arrowes at the Sunne,

Yet neuer hit him ?

2. Car. And the marke so faire !

Com. Nay, which is more, ſuppoſe that al theſe torreſts
Which from your ſea of Greatneſſe, you (for your part)

And all thate ſtragling flouds which we haue driven.

V With full and fluffe winds to the Fairie Stronds,

Should all breake in at once, and in a deluge

Of Innoation, rough rebellion, ſactions,

Of maſſacres, and pale deſtruction

Swallow the kingdome vp, and that the bloud

Euen of Titania's heart ſhould in deepe crinſon

Dye all theſe waters: what of this? what share

Is yours? what land shall you recouer ?

1. King. All.

Com. All!

1. King. I, all:

Betweene the Tranſuerfaries that doe run

V pons this croſſe ſtaſſe, a dull eye may find

In what degree we are, and of what height

Your ſelſe (our brightest Ariadne) is,

Being vnderneath that Tropicke : as thate jewels

Of night and day are by alternate course

V Vorne in Heauens fore-head,

So when Deaths V Vinter comes,

F ij.

And

The Whore of Babylon.

And shortens all those beames of Maieſtie,
Which in this oblique and Zodiacall Sphere
Moue with Titania now, ſiall loose their heat,
Where muſt the next Sun rife but here? from whence
Shall Fairie land get warmth? meereely from hence.
Let but the taper of her life burne out,
We haue ſuch torches ready in her land
To catch fire from each other, that the flames
Shall make the frighted people thinke earth burnes,
And being dazled with our Copes of Starres,
We ſhall their temples hallow with ſuch eafe,
As't were in ſolemne gay proceſion.

Com. Some lyne ſea cards, that know not the ſeas taſt,
Nor ſcarce the colour : by your charmes I gather
You haue ſeene Fairie land---but in a Map:
Can tell how't ſtands : but if you giue't a fall,
You muſt get bigger bones : for let me whifper
This to your care; though you bait hookes with gold,
Ten thouſand may be nibbling, when none bites,
And thofe you take for Angels, you'le find Sprites.
Say that Titania were now drawing ſhort breath,
(As that's the Cone and Button that together
Claſpes all our hopes) out of her aſhes may

A ſecond † Phœnix rife, of larger wing,
Of ſtronger talent, of more dreadfull beake,
Who ſwooping through the ayre, may with his beating
So well commaund the winds, that all thofe trees
V Where fit birds of our hatching (now ſled thither)
V Vill tremble, & (through ſeare ſtrucke dead) to earth,
Throw thofe that fit and ling there, or in flockes
Driue them from thence, yea and perhaps his talent
May be ſo bonie and ſo large of gripe,
That it may ſhake all Babilon.

Emp. All Babylon !

Com. Your pardon: but who'le ſwear this may not be?

Emp. How the preuention ?

Com. Thus; to fell downe their Q. is but one ſtroake;

Our axe muſt cleaue the kingdome, that's the Oake.

Emp. The manner..

† K. Lames.

Com. Eafe.

The Whore of Babylon.

Com. Eafe: whileſt our thunderbolts
Are anuiling abroad, call Satyran home,
He in his ſadome metes vafe Argozies,
Huge Galeaſſes, and ſuch wodden Caſſles,
As by enchantment of the waters moue:
To his, marry yours and ours; and of them all
Create a braue Armado, ſuch a Fleete,
That may breake Neptunes baſe to carry it :
Such for varietie, number, puſſance,
As may fetch all the Fairie Land in turſes,
To make a greene for you to walke vpon
In Babilon.

1. King. Inuincible! goe on.

Com. Now when the volley of thofe murdring ſhot
That are to play firſt on Titaniaes breaſt,
And (yet) leane on their reſts, goe off and kill her,
So that the very Aluerado giuen,
Sounds the leaſt hope of conqueſt; then, then ſhew
Your warlike Pageants dancing on the waues,
Yours is the Land, the Nation are your flaues.

Omn. Counſell from Heauen!

Emp. None this ſhall ouer-whelme:
Braue voyage! Rig out ſhips, and fetch a Realme.

Exeunt.

Parydell and Palmio.

Pal. You ariue on a bleſt shore. The freight you bring
Is good : it will be bought vp of vs all
With our deere cloudes: be conſtant, doe not warpe
In this your zeale to Babilon.

Paryd. Graue Palmio,
To you I haue vnladen euen my ſoule,
The wings ſro' home that brought me had ſick feathers,
Some you haue puld off: my owne countrey graſſe
Was to my feet ſharpe needels (ſtucke vpright)
I tread on downe-beds now.

Pal. But are your countreymen
(I meane thofe that in thought with vs ſeaſt richly)
Fed with the courſe bread of affliction ſtill?

Paryd. Still father Palmio ſtill, and to relieue them

F 3.

Idare

The Whore of Babylon.

I dare doe what I told you,

Pal. Noble valour!

Pary. So that I might but read on yonder scrolls,
A warrant writ vnder the scale of Heauen,
To justify the Act.

Palm. You haue my hand,
And shall haue more. Y are reconcil'd (Sonne ?)

Pary. Yes.

Pal. Who did confesse you?

Pary. Iather Anniball.

Pal. But did the Nuntio Campeggio

Present your letters, and your vowed seruice

At Babylon.

Pary. He did: I fled out warrant.

For passage safely thither: and from graue Como
(One of the capitall Columnes of the state)

This I received.

Palm. He sends you here good welcome :

'Tis strong, why went you not?

Pary. I like it not:

There wants a conuy of some better words,

Which hourly I expect: vpon a Sea.

So dangerous, so full of rockes, so narrow,
(Albeit the venture holy and of honour)

I would not gladly fayle, without direction

Of noble Pilots, home I would not come.

Bafely, but like a glorious voyager.

Enter Ragazzoni.

Palm. Yea, you do well; the Nuntio Ragazzoni !

Not know him ?

Pary. Certes no.

Palm. Conve, you shall meete:

Monfignor, here's a Gentleman defires

To haue your armes about him.

Rag. Willingly.

Palm. He vndertakes an action full of merit;
Sans promife or reward, to cure all those
Through Fairie land, that are diſeaſ'd within,
And he will doo't, by letting one veine bloud.

Ragaz.

The Whore of Babylon.

Ragaz. Shootes he at highest ?

Palm. Yes.

Rag. Draw home, and giue
Your arrowes compaſſe, that vntill they fall
Full on the head, none ſee them: you do well:

My hands are yours: good ſpeede.

Exit Ragazzoni.

Campeggio.

Pal. Campeggio?

Now shall you heare some newes.

Camp. I doe affure you,
The Miftris of vs all, hath on this paper
Breath'd you a bleſſing: your deuotion
Is recommended highly, and to nouriſh

The flames new kindled in you, here's more ſewell,

Pary. Licence to go and come, in verba imperatricis per omnes Iuris-
dictions Babilonicas abſq, impedimento.

Good: would it have come sooner.

Camp. Why?

Palm. 'Tis generall,
Exceeding abſolute and peremptorie.

Pary. It giues me my ſul faile: but by deepe vows,
I am to trauell lower, yet if ſeason
Beat me not backe, I will to Babylon,
What rubs ſo're I meete in letters still,
Ile kiffie her sacred hand.

Camp. You change not byas.

Pary. Oh good fir, yonder is the goale I run for!
Raggazoni at one dore, a Gentleman at another.
Rag. Lend me your ſpeeches both.
Palm. Yonder comes one of your owne countrye.
Pary. Oh I know him Sir.
Pal. Walk in this colledge clafſe but ſom few minutes,
Ile fend or bring to you a Gentleman,

Next neighbour to your countrye: an Albanois------
The man I told you of.

Exeunt.

Pary. Thankes Sir.

Gent. Met happily, I look'd for you.

Pary. Deere countryman the parly we late held

About

The Whore of Babylon.

About the land that bred vs, as how order
Was rob'd of ceremonie (the rich robe of order)
How Truth was freckled, spotted, nay made leaprous:

How Iustice—

Gent. Come, no more.

Pary. Euen now (as then)

You ward blowes off from her, that at all weapons
Strikes at your head: but I repent we drew not
That dialogue out to length, it was so sweet.
(man

That dialogue out to length, it was so sweet. (man
Gent. At houres more opportune we shal: but country-
I heard of late the muſicke of my ſoule,

And you the instrument are made that ſounds it:
Tis giuen me, that your ſelfe hath feal'd to heauen
A bond of your deuotion, to goe forth

A bond of your deuotion, to goe forth
As champion of vs all, in that good quarrell,
That hath coſt many lives.

Pary. What need we vſe

Circumgyrations, and ſuch wheelings? Sir,
Beleeue it, to recover our ſicke Nurſe
Ide kill the nobleſt ſoſter-child ſhe keepes.

Gent. I know what bird you meane, & who you hate,
But let him ſtand to fall: no fir, the Deere
Which we all hope you'l ſtrike, is euen the pride

And glory of the Forreſt: So, or not?

Pary. My vowes are flowne vp, and it muſt be done,
So this may be but ſettled.

Gent. Do you ſtagger?

Pary. All winds are not yet layd.

Gent. Haue you looked out

For skilfull coaſters, that know all the ſounds,
The flats, and quicke ſands, and can safely land you

Out of all touch of danger?

Pary. I haue met many,

And like a confort they hold ſeverall tunes—

Gent. But make they muſicke?

Pary. Faith a little jarring:

Sometimes a string or so; yet reuerend Palmio,
And Anniball a Codreto keepe the ſtreaime

In which I ſwim: the Nuntio Ragazzoni

Plie,

The Whore of Babylon.

Plies me with wholeſome phisicke; so the Nuntio,
My honored Friend Campeggio makes it cleere,
That it is lawfull.

Gent. Where at ſtick you then?

Pary. At a ſmall rocke, (a diſpenſation.)

Ragazzoni, Palmio, Campeggio, &c the Albonoys.

Gent. You cannot want for hands to helpe you for-
In ſuch a noble worke your friends are neere; (ward:
Deere Countriman, my ſword, my ſtate, and honor,
Are for your vſe, goe on; and let no heate,
Thaw your ſtrong reſolution, I ſhall see you,
Before you take to Sea.

Pary. You ſhall.

Gen. My dewtie.

Pari. This is the worthy Gentleman, to whome
I wish your loue endeer'd: we haue ſome conference.

Pary. Borne Sir in Fairy Land?

Alba. No marry Sir- An Albanois,

Pary. Then for proximitie

Of Countries, let vs enterchange acquaintance,
I wish'd for your embracements, for your name
Is crown'd with titles of integritie,

Iudgement and Learning: let me vpon their Bafes
Erect a piller, by which Babylon,
And all we may be ſtrengthened.

Alba. I pray be apert and plaine.

Pary. Then thus Sir; by the way of Argument
I would a question put, to taft your cenſure,
Because I doe not foundly reſiſh it.

Alba. Propone it Sir, Ile ſolue it as I can.

Pary. Suppose that in the field there were an Army,
Commixt of halfe your kinsſolke, friends, and louers,
The other halfe ſworne foes, (all countrimen;)

And that the leader of them were your father,
And that this leading father were so partiall,
That to preferue that halfe which loues you not,

Ye would loſe that which loues you: & that to take

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This

The Whore of Babylon.

This Captaines life away, might bring this good,
Of two fides to make one, and faue much bloud:
Would not you doe it.

Alba. Vmh: ya're ful of Ambage :
I anſwere as my ſpirits leade me, thus,

I would not doe it.

Pary. Why Sir.

Alba. Because I hold, Quod non omnino Licet.

Par. Come, Come, I know (without al commenting)
This text you vnderſtand : wey the vilitic,
That goes with it : the health it giues to thousands;
The ſap it ſpreads through braches which now wither:
The reſtauration---

Alba. Sir I ſee to'th bottome,
Of this deepe well you diue in: I doe arme you,
In this ſtrong fight, iuſt with the ſelſe fame weapons
Which I would weare to guard mee, and thofe are
My readings and belieſe ſetled by reading,
And this I find. Quod non ſunt faciēda mala, vt veniari bonum.
For good; (how great ſoeger) muſt be don,
no ill how ſmall ſoeger.

Pary. Tis no euill.
To barre out ſo great ill, with ſo great good.

Alba. All good muſt not be done, but onely that- Quod bende &
legitimè fieri poteſt: For Sir I know, that Deus magis amat aduerbia
quam nomina. Quia in actionibus magis ei Placent Bende & legitimè quan-
bonum. Ita vt nullum bonum Liceat ſacere, niſi bene & legitime fieri poteſt.
Quodin hoc Causi fieri non poteſt.

Pary. Yet (with your fauour) ſeuerall learned men,
Are cleane from your opinion, and doe hold, Quod licet.

Alba. Thoſe learned men perhaps may hold it fit,
That to ſaue many, they to one mans danger,
(Referring all to the depth inſcrutable)
May allow of a particular; on no warrant
That they can ſhew me written, but being ſtird,
With a humaine compassion to mens liues:
And leſſe you revelation haue diuine,
That bids you do, doe not; Thus you haue mine.

Omn. What ſo hard at it.

Pary. We haue done : the time,

Doc's

The Whore of Babylon.

Doe's pull me from your ſweet ſocietie,

Pal. You will to Babylon.

Pary. I cannot tell;
Whether I doe or no, you ſhall haue notice,
How this great worke goes forward; ſtrengthen mee,
VWith all your comforts, and commend my ſeruice
To the moſt glorious throne : if I get or e,
There lands blacke vengeance on the Fairy shore.

Omn. If prayers can doe it ſhall.

Exeunt.

Plaine dealing and Truth.

Pary. But how ſhall I know, thou art the right truth?

Tru. Because I am not painted.

Play. Nay if thou haſt no better couleur then that, ther's no
trueth in the e, for Im'e ſure your faireſt wenches are free of
the painters.

Tru. Befides I am not gorgeous in attire,
But ſimple, plaine and homely; in mine eyes,
Doues ſit, not Sparrowes: on my modelt cheekes,
No witching ſmiles doe dwell: vpon my tongue
No vnchaſt language lies: my ſkins not ſpotted
VWith foule diſeafe, as is that common harlot,
That baseborne trueth, that liues in Babylon.

Pla. V Vhy ? is ſhee ſpotted?

Tru. All ouer, with ſtange vglines, all ouer,

Pla. Then ſhe has got the pox, and lying at my hoſt Gryn-
cums, ſince I left her company: how ſoever it be thou and I will
liue honest togethier in one houſe, because my court miſtris will
haue it ſo: I haue beene a Trauailer a great while, plaine dea-
ling hath lept from country to country, till he had ſcarce a paire
of ſoales to carrie him.

Tru. V Vhy ? in what Countries haue you beene?

Pla. In more then I had mind to ſtay in; I haue beene amongſt
the Turkes too, the Turkes made as much of poore plaine dea-
ling, as thofe whom we call Chriſtians.

Tru. V Vhat man is that great Turke? I neuer ſaw him:

Par. Nor euer ſhalt: why the great Turke is a very little fel-
low; I haue ſene a ſeuruy little bad paltry Chriſtian, has beene
taken for the greatest Turke there.

Tru. V Vhere had you bin, when now you met with me.

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Play

The Whore of Babylon.

Plain. Looking vp and downe for thy selfe: and yet I lie too,
now I remember,I was in the citie: our miftresse would needes
haue me goe thither,to see fashions: I could make an excellent
Taylor for Ladies and gentlemen, and fooles, for I haue seene
more fashions there,then a picture drawer makes skuruy faces,
the firſt two yeares of his trade:its the maddeſt circle to coniure
in,that euer raiz'd ſpirit.

Truth. Tell me good kinsman,what in the citie faw you?

Plain. What did I fee?why Ile tell the cozen; I sawe no more
conſcience in moſt of your rich men, then in Tauerne faggots:
nor no more ſobernes in poore men, then in Tauerne ſpiggots:
I fee that citizens fine wiues vndo their husbands (by their pride)
within a yeare after they are married ; and within halfe a yeare
after they be widdowes, knights vndo them: they'le give a 100.
pound to be dubd ladies, and to ride in a coach, when they have
ſcarce another hundred pound left to keep the horses. But cozé
Truth, I met in one ſtreet a number of men in gowns, with papers
in their hands, what are all thofe ?

Truth. Oh ! they are the ſonnes of Iuſtice; they are thofe
That beat the kingdom leuell, keep it ſmooth
And without rubs: they are the poore mans captaine,
The rich mans ſouldier, and cal'd Lawiers.

Plain. Lawiers? does't know any of them?

Truth. A few.

Plain. I wondred what they were, I asked one of them if they
were going to foot-ball, yes faid he, doe you not fee thofe coun-
trie ſellowes, we are againſt them, and who do you thinke ſhall
winne, faid I, oh faid he, the gownes, the gownes.

Enter Time.

Time. Follow me Truth; Plaine dealing follow me.

Exit

Plain. He charges like a Conſtable; come, wee are his watch:
follow me? Is our Time mad?

O braue mad Time.

Exeunt.

Dumb, then: A cauſe suddenly breaks open, and out of it comes Fallhood,
(attain'd as Truth is) her face ſpotted, ſhee ſlickes vp her banner on the top
of the Caue; then with her foot in ſeuer all places strikes the earth, and vp
rifeth Campeius; a Fiser with a boze; a gentleman with a diuell in his ſword,
another with rich glances in a boze, another with a bridle, Time, Truth
with her banner, and Plain dealing enter & stand aloft be beholding all.
Time. See there's the Caue, where that Hyena lurkes,

That

The Whore of Babylon.

That counterfets thy voyce, and calles forth men
To their deſtruction.

Plain. How full of the ſmall poxe ſhee is, what ayles ſhee to
ſtamp thus? is the whole mad? how now? Yea do you rife before
Doomes day; father Time, what conduit-pipes are theſe, that
breake o it of the earth thus?

Time. The conduit-heads of treaſon, which conuey
Conſpiracies, ſcandals, & ciujll diſcord,
Maſlacres, poyſonings, wrackes of faith and ſealtie
Through Fairies hearts, to turne them into elues:
See Truth, fee ſonne, the ſnake slips off his ſkinne,
A ſcholler makes a ruffian.

Plain. Now muſt that ruffian cuſſe the ſcholler, if I were as he.

Time. And fee, that ſhape which earſt ſhew'd reuerend,

And wo, e, the outward badge of ſanctitie,
Is cloath'd in garments of hypocrifise.

Plain. See, fee, father, he ha's a iacke in a boze: what's that ?

Time. A wild beaſt, a mad bull, a bull that roares,
To fright allegiance ſi om true ſubieſts boſoms;
That Bull muſt bellow, at the Flamins gate:
His gate, that tends the flockes of all thofe ſheep,
That graze in the fatſt paſture of the land,
Beeing all inclos'd: that bull will on his backe
Beare all.

Plain. Whither? whither?

Time. To hell: tis ſaid to heauen

That will but ſit him, till with hoofe or horne,
He goare the annointed Fairie.

Plain. Such Bulls haue I ſeene ſent out of Babylón, to runne at
people: I should once haue rid vpon one of thê, but he that beg'd
my offce, broke his necke by the bargaine, and ſau'd me a la-
bour: what's he with the ſword, a maſter of the noble Science ?

Truth. A noble villaine: fee, he pulls down heauen
With imprecations, if that blade he ſheath not,
In our sweet miftresse breakt.

(villaine?

Plain. O rogue ! what good cloathes hee weares, and yet is a
Time. I, doe: clap hands vpon't, that poyſoned gloue,
Shall ſtrike thee dead to death, with the ſtrong ſent
Of thy diſcouered treaſon.

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Plain

The Whore of Babylon.

Plain. What's that horse-courser with the bridle?

Time. A slaue, that since he dares not touch her head,
Would worke vpon her hand:---laugh and confpire;
The higher villaines climbe, they fall the higher.

Plain. Stay father, now the Armie comes forward: shee takes downe the flagge, belike their play is done; what will shee beare the collours? thou haſt collour enough in thy face already, thou needſt no more: did ye euer see a more lowſie band? there's but two rapiers in the whole regiment: now they muſter, now they double their files: marke how their hands juggle, and lay about; this is the maine battell : O well florifht Ancient ! the day is their's; see, now they ſound retrait: whither march they now? Exeunt

Tim. To death; their falles, thus *Time* and *Truth* proclaime,
They shall like leaues drop from the Tree of ſhame.
Let's follow them.

Plain. To the gallowes? not I; what doe we know, but this freckled face queane, may be a witch.

Time. Shee is ſo; shee's that damned forceretſſe,
That keepes the enchanted towers of Babylon.
This is the *Truth*, that did bewitch thee once.

Plain. Is this ſpeckled toade ſhee? Shee was then in mine eye,
The goodlieſt woman that euer wore fore part of Sattin:
To ſee what theſe female creatures are, when they deale with 2.
or 3. Nations; how quickly they were carbuncles & rich ſtones?
now ſhee is more vgly then a bawd.

Truth. Shee look'd so then; fairenes it ſelfe doth cloth her
In mens eyes, till they ſee me, and then they loath her.

Time. Loofe no more minutes, come, lets follow them.

Plain. With hue and crie, now I know her; this villanous drab is bawd, now I remember, to the Whore of *Babylon*, and weele neuer leaue her, till shee be carted: her face is full of theſe red pimps with drinking *Aquauite*, the common drinke of all bawdes: come. Exeunt.

Titania, Elfiron, Florimel, a gentleman standing aloofe,
and Repus.

Titan. What comes this paper for ?

Fid. Your hand.

Titan. The cauſe?

Fidel. The Moone that from your beames did borrow light,
Hath from her filuer bow ſhot pitchy clowds

T'ecclipſe

The Whore of Babylon.

T'ecclipſe your brightnes: heauen tooke your part,
And her ſurpriz'd; A jurie of bright ſtarres,
Haue her vnworthy found to ſhine agen:
Your Fairies therefore on their knees intreat,
Shee may be puld out from the firmament,
Where ſhee was plac'd to glitter.

Titan. Muſt we then,
Strike theſe whom we haue lou'd ? albeit the children,
Whom we haue no riſht at our princely breaſt,
Set daggers to it, we could be content
To chide, not beaſt them (miſht we vſe our will)
Our hand was made to ſaue, but not to kill.

Flor. You muſt not (cauſe hee's noble) ſpare his blood.

Titan. We should not, for hee's noble that is good.

Fid. The fall of one, like multitudes on yce,
Makes all the reſt, (of footing) be more nyce:
But if by ventring on that glaſſie floore
Too farre, he ſinks, and yet riſe with no more harme,
Ten thousand to like danger it doth arme:
All mercy in a Prince, makes vile the ſtate,
All justice makes euen cowards desperate.

Titan. In neither of theſe ſeas, ſpread we our ſayles,
But are the impartiall beame between both ſcales;
Yet if we needs muſt bow, we would incline
To that where mercy lies, that ſcale's diuine:
But so to ſaue were our owne breaſt to wound,
Nay (which is more) our peoples: for their good,
We muſt the Surgeon play, and let out blood.

Euery Peeres birch ſtickes a new ſtarre in heauen,
But falling by *Lucifer an* inſolence,
With him a Conſtellation drops from thence.
Give me his Axe---how ſoon the blow is giuen? writes
Witneſſe: so little we in blood delight,

That doing this worke, we wiſh we could not write.

Let's walke my Lords. Florimel? Flor. Madame. Titan. Stay:
Not one arm'd man among ſt vs? you might now
Be all old-beaten ſouldiers: truth I thanke ye;
If I were now a jewel worth the ſtealing,

Two theeuces might bind you all.

Omn. With much adoe.

Titan.

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Tita. I marry I commend you gentleman.
Pray Sir come neere, looke you, hee's well prouided
For all rough wethers: Sir, you way be proud,
That you can giue armes better than thefe Lords,
I thanke you yet, that if a storme should fall,
We could make you our shelter. A good fword:
This would goe through ſtich; had I heart to kill
I'de wifh no better weapon; but our dayes
Of quarreling are palt; Shall we put vp Sir,
We ha put vp wrongs ere now, but this is right,
Nay we are not falling yet,

Flor. It did vs good

To see how your Maiestick prefence dawnted
The filly gentleman.

Tita. The fillie gentleman!

Fid. He knew not how to ſtand, nor what to ſpeak,

Tita. The filly gentleman? know you him Lords?

Where is hee?

Flor. Gotten hence poore wretch with ſhame.

Tita. That wretch hath ſworne to kill me with that

Omn. How?

(sword,

Fid. The traytor.

Flor. Locke the Court gates.

Omn. Guard her person. Exeunt omnes.

Tita. You guard it well. Alacke! when louers wooe,
An extreame joy and feare, them so apall,
That ouer much loue, ſhewes no loue at all.

Zeale sometimes-ouer- does her part- It's right--
When the frais done, Cowards crie whers the Flight.

Pentioris,

Florimell

Flor. The wolfes in his own ſnare: O damned ſlaue!
I had like to ha made his heart my ponyards graue.

How got you to this knowledge? --bleſſed heauen!

Tita. It came vnto me strangely: from a window,
Mine eyes tooke marke of him; that he would ſhoot
Twas told me, and I tried if he durſt doo't.

Is Ropus here, our Doctor?

Rop. Gratious Lady.

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You haue a lucky hand ſince you were ours,
It quickens our taſt well; ſill vs of that

You laſt did minſter: a draught, no more,
And giue it fire, euen Doctor how thou wilt.

Rop. I made a new extraction, you ſhall neuer
Rellish the like.

Tyt a: Why, ſhall that be my laſt?

R: Oh my deere Miftres!

Exit Ropus. Enter Parthe-

Tyt a. Go, go, I dare ſware thou louſt my very heart.

(nophill.

Parth: This ſcaly Serpent

Is throwne (as he deſerues) vp on the Sword
Of Iuſtice ; and to make theſe tydings twinnes,
I bring this happy newes, Campeins,
(A Snake that in my boſome once I warm'd:)

The man for whome—

Tyt a: Oh, wee remember him.

Parth: This Owle, that did not loue your ſacred light,
Stole or e the Seas by darknes, and was held
In Babilon a bird of noble flight.

They tourn'd him to a Goſhawke, ſether'd him
Arm'd him with tallents, & then gaue him bels,

And hither charg'd him fly, he did: and ſoar'd

O're all your goodlyeſt woods, and thickeſt groues,
Inticing birdes that had the skill in ſong,

To learne harſh notes: and thate that fail'd in voice,
He taught to pecke the tender bloſſomes off,

To ſpoyle the leauy trees, and with ſharpe bills

To mangle all the Golden cares of corne.

But now hee's tan'e.

Tyt a: Good ſheapheards ought not care,
How many foxes fall into the Snare.

Enter Elſyron.

Elſ: Your ciuill Doctor, Doctor Paridell

Caſts Anchor on your ſhores againe, being freighted
With a good venture, which he ſaies, your ſelfe

With a good venture, which he ſaies, your ſelfe
Muſt onely haue the fight of.

Exit.

Tyt a: Bring him hither:

Lord Florimell, pray call Fideli to vs.

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Florimell

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Florimell, Fideli, Ropus.

Tyta: Sure'tis too hot. Fid: Oh roague!

Tyta: Set it to coole.

Fid: Hell and dampation, Diuels,

Flor: What's that?

Fid: The damned it treason! Dog: you whorfen dog;

O blessed mayd: let not the toad come neere her:

What's this? If't be his brewing, touch it not --

For 'tis a drench to kill the strongest Deuill,

That's Druncke all day with brimstone: come sucke, Weezell,

Sucke your owne teat, you--pray.

Thou art preferu'd.

Tyta: From what? From whome?

Fid: Looke to that Glifter-pipe:

One crowne doe's ferue thy tourne, but heere's a theefe,

That muft haue 50000. crownes to keale

Thy life: Here 'tis in blacke and white--thy life,

Sirra thou Vrinall, Tynoco, Gama,

Andrada, and Ibarra, names of Diuels,

Or names to fetch vp Diuels: thou knowest these Scar-crowes.

Rop: Oh me! O mercy, mercy! I confesse.

Fid: Well sayd, thou fhalt be hang'd then.

Tyta: Haue we for this,

Heap'd fauours on thee.

Shee reades the letters

Enter Gard.

Fid: Heape halsers on him: call the Guard: out polecat:

He Diuels, thy conscience ftincks Doctor goe purge

Thy foule, for 'tis diseas'd. Away with Ropus.

Omu: Away with him; foh,

Rop: Here my tale but out.

Fid: Ther's too muchout already.

Fid: Oh me accursed! and molft miſerable.

Exit with Guard.

Tyta: Goodnes of vertue! is my bloud so sweet,

That they would pay so deere for't

What would not Wolues, doe, he that this paper writte,

Had neuer meaning we should finger it.

Tyta: Our a mercy makes them cruell, hunt out theſe Leopards;

Their own ſpots will betray them; they build caues

Euen

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Euen in our parkes: to them, him; and the reſt,

Let death be ſent, but ſent in ſuch a ſhape,

As may not be too frightfull. Alacke! what glorie

Is it to buffet wretches bound in giues?

The debt is derely paid that's payd with lives

Oh! leane vs all.

Enter Elfiron and Paridell.

Fid: More Doctors ! if this doe

Aſwell as tother, beſt to hang him too,

Excuse

Tytania, Paridell.

Tyta: Florimell! Stay,

But giue vs liberty.

Pari: This is the bleſſed day for which (through want
Of those bright rayes that ſparkle from your eyes)

My frozen foule hafh languifh'd Goddeſſe compleate,

If you, a wretch ſo meane, will bid me ſpeake,

I ſhall vnclafſe a booke whose very first line,
(Being not well pointed) is my doome to death:

But if your ſacred iudgement (on the Margine.)

Controwle all wrefting comments, All your ſubieſts

Will fold me in their boſomes.

Tyta: Giue your minde.

Par: A Pilgrim haue I been on forren ſhores,
(Your gracious hand allow'd it) in my wandring,

With Monſters I encounterd of ſtraunge ſhape,

Some that ſuckt poyſon vp, and ſpet it ſoorth,

Vpon your land: ſome, that ſhot forked ſtinges,

At your molft God-like perſon: all were Gyants,

Fighting againſt the heauen of your bleſt raigne:

With theſe (oh pardon me !) with theſe I held

A politicke league, the lines of all their treasons,

(Drawne from one damned circle) met in nice,

My heart became the Center, and the point

Was this-- I dare not tell it.

Tyta: Speake? Peri: To kill you.

Tyta: How durſt you (being our ſubieſt) wade so far?

Par: Your care of mercy. I became a ſpunge

To drincke vp all their miſchieſe, and lay drowne'd

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In

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In their infested waters, (with much loathing,)
Onely that I before you might wring out
This their corruption, and my (elfe) make cleere.
And now (immortall maid) I'ne not vnlike
A casket wherein papers ituft with danger,
Haue close beene lockt, but thofe tane out, the cheft
Serues to good vfe, so may my loyall breft:
For from their flintie hearts what sparkes I got,
Were but to fire themfelues.
Tyta. I praise your plotte,
You make vs now your debter, but a day
Will come, when we shall pay. My Lord, we want your Arme.

Pary: Vmh! I feare—
Tyta: Doctor, weele haue (Sir) other Dialogues.
Pary: O shallow foole, thou haft by selfe vndone,
Shees hardned and thou melted at one future.
Exit.

Enter Como, and the three Kings:

Como. Our eyes haue luffed for you, and your prefence
Comes as the light to day, showers to the spring,
Or health to fique men.

3. King. Thankes moft reuerend Fathers.

1. King. Our blond raine all to water, yea our Soules
Stroue all (at once) to expire, (when it was blowne
Hither from Faicy land, that all the darts
Which ours heere, and your arme deliuered there,
Fell either short, or lighted upon yce)
Left you had loft bloud in the enterprize.

3. King. No, I weare a stronger Armour: gamefter-like
I fawe the dogges brought forth; and fet them on,
Till the Diuell parted them; but pluckt off none,
I kept aloofe out of the reach of pawes:
Better to fight with Lions then with lawes.
What drummes are these?

2. King. Muficke of heauen.

Como. The dancers reuell in steele.

1. King. These march to fill our Fleere.

3. King. From whence weele match with prowd victorious feete,
And

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And walke on Fayeries hearts, their beaten waies
With their owne heades weele paue, whilft ours with bayes,
And oake (the conquering Souldiers wreath) we crowne:
These hookes, or none, muft pull their Cities downe,
Inuafion is the fire: See, See, 'tch Ayre
Angels hang beckoning vs to make more haſte,
Vengeance deferd growes weake, and runnes to waſte.
Whats this?— Enter a Herrald before one: sounds once, and ſtaies.
Como. Ere we take ship, we muſt to Court.
Omn. A way.

3. King. In thunder: tis the Souldiers ſport.

Exeunt.

The Herrald reades.

Herald. It is the Imperiall pleafure, decree, peremptory edict,
and dreadfull command (upon paine of a curſe to be denounced
upon him that is disobedient) from her who hath power giuen her
to make the backes of flubborne Kings her foote-stooles, and Em-
perours her vaſſalles: the mother of Nations; the triple-crowned
head of the world; the purple-rider of the glorious beaſt; the moſt
high, moſt fupreame, and moſt adored Empresse of Babilon; that no
Captaine Generals of Armies, Generals of Squadrons, Admirals,
Colonels, Captaines, or any other Officers of her magnificent, in-
comparable, formidable, and inuincible Armada, which is orday-
ned to Swallow vp the king dome of Fatiery, ſhall prefume to fet one
foote on ship-board, till her ſacred hand hath bleſſed the enterprize
by fealing them all on the forhead, and by bowing their knees be-
fore the Beaſt. Sound, goe on.
Exeunt.

Dumb ſtow: Empresse on the Beaſt.

Emp. Feeles the base earth our weight? it common Aire
We fuck in and reſpire? doe ſeruile clowdes,
(Whofe azure winges I spread ouer graues and tombes)
Our glorious body circumvolue? dare night
Calf her black nets into dayes criftall ſtreames,
To draw vp darkneſſe on our golden beames:
And vs 'tenclepſe, why is not Babilon
In a contorted chaire made all of starres,
Wound vp by wheelſes as high, nay boue the thrones
Supernall, which with Iones owne ſeate stand euen,

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That

The Whore of Babylon.

That we might ride heree as the Queene of heauen.
And with a spurne from our controwling foote,
That should like thunder shake th'etheriall floore,
Of life and heauen them both ot once bereaue,
That thither vp dare clime without our leaue.

Com. You doe: you ride there now this is your Sphere,
Earth is all one with heauen when you are here.

3. King. Yet ther's a hell on earth or if not hell,

Diuels there are or worse then Diuels, that roare onely at you.

Emp. At vs? what, dare they roare?

3. King. Your pardon, and ile tell it.

Emp. Tell: We feare, no spots, the orbe we shine in is so clear.

3. King. Thus then: the Faiery Adders hiffe: they call you
The superstitious Harlot: purple whole:

The whole that rides on the rose-coloured beaft:

The great whole, that on many waters sitteth,
Which they call many Nations: whilft their Kings,
Are flaues to fate your luft, and that their bloud,
(When with them you haue done) ferues as a floud,
For you to drinke or swimme in.

Omn. O prophane!

Emp. Goe on: the searching small wounds is no paine.

3. King. These cowards thus when your back's turnd (that fluke)
Follow their blowe and sweare, that where you claime,
Supremacie monarchall ouer Kings,

Tis but your tiranous pride, and not your due.

Emp. But what your felues giue, what haue we from you?
You say we are your mother, and if so,
Muft not fonnes kneele? they pay-but what they owe.

3. King. They say the robes of purple which you weare,
Your fearlet veiles, and mantles are not giuen you
As types of honour and regality,

But dyed so deepe with bloud vpon them spilt,
And that (all or e) y'are with red murder gilt:

The drinke euen in that golden cup, they sweare

Is wine fophillicated, that does runne,

Low on the lees of error, which in tafe,

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Is fweete and like the neate and holsome iuyce
Of the true grape, but tis ranke poyfon downe.

Omn. Haue we not all it tafted?

Emp. Nay, vutter all.

Out of their lips you see flowes naught but gall.

3. King. What can my breath doe more, to blast your cheekes,
And leaue them glowing as red gads of fteele?

My tongue's already bliltred founding this,

Yet muft I whisper to your sacred eare:
That on your brow (they say) is writ a name

Inletters mifticall, which they interpret
Confusion, by great Babylon they meane

The Citie of Confusion.

Emp. View our forhead?

Where are we printed with such Characters?

Point out thefe markes: Which of you all can lay
A finger on that Moale that markes our face?

3. King. They say you can throw mifts before our eyes,
Tomake vs thinke you faire.

Omn. Damnd blasphemies.

Com. You shall with rods of iron scurge these treasons.

1. King. The Mace is in your hand, grinde them to duft.

2. King. And let your blowes be found.

3. King. For they are iuft.

Emp. Lets heare with what lowde throats our thunder speakes,
Repeate our vengeance o're, which to beate Kings
Muft now flie o're the seas with linnen winges,

Com. Our Galeons, Galeafles, Zabracs, Gallies,
Ships, Pynaces, Pataches, huge Caruiles,
For number, rib and belly are so great,

That should they want a Sea neere Faiery land
Of depth to beare them vp, they in their wombs

Might swim with a feathither: here are breifes
Of your imperiall Armies.

Emp. Reade them lowde:

Thunder ne're speakes, but the voice crackes a lowde.

Com. In the first Squadron twelue great Galeons:

Floate

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Floate like twelue moouing Caſtles: Zabraes two,
Habilimented gloriously for warre,
With Souldiers, Seamen, ſhot, and ordinance:
This Squadron ſtout Medyna does command:
Who of the maine is Captaine Generall.
The ſecond Squadron braue Ricalde leades,
Being Admirall to fouretene Galleons.
Flores de Valdes guides the third, the fourth
Followes the ſilken streamers of the haughty
Pedro de Valdes that tried warriour.
Oquendo in the fifth front cries a Charge,
Bretandona bringes vp the Leuantines
With his fixt Squadron: Gomes de Medyna
Waſtes vp the ſeauenth like the God of warre,
The eighth obayes Mendoza: and the ninth
Fierce Vgo de Montada: all theſe Squadrons,
For veſſell, numbred are one hundred thirtie,
The fight of Souldiers, Marriners, and Slaues
Twentie nine thouſand, eight hundred thirtie three.
Peeceſs of braſſe for battery theſe,
Six hundred thirtie: adde to theſe Gallions
Twentie Caruiles, and Saluees ten: which make
The whole Armada, eight ſcore luſtie ſaile.
Add to all theſe your Generals of Armies,
Your Captaines, Enſigne bearers, (which in role,
Are eight ſcore and eleauen ) the Voluntaries,
With officers and ſeruants, then the Regiments
That are in pay: to theſe, all men of orders,
All minifters of iuſtice: and to theſe
Supplies of forces that muſt ſecond vs,
And laſt that hoſt of ſtarres which from the Moone
Will fall to guide vs on: theſe totald vp,
You ſhal a hundred thouſand ſwordes behold
Brandiſh at once, whoſe—
ſtandes
Men will ſeeme borne with weapons in their hands.
Emp. Goe: cut the ſalt ſome with your mooned keeles,
And let our Galeons ſeele euen child-birth panges,

Till

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Till their great bellies be deliuered
On the soft Faiery ſhoares: capriue their Queene,
That we may thus take off her crowne, whilſt the
Keelees to theſe glorious wonders, or be trampled
To death for her contempt: burne, batter, kill,
Blow vP, pull downe, ruine all, let not white haires,
Nor red cheekes blunt your wrath, ſnatch babes from breſts,
And when they crie for milke, let them ſucke bloud,
Turne all their fieldes to lakes of gellyed goare,
That Sea-men one day ſayling by the land
May ſay, there Faiery kingdome once did stand.
Omn. They ſhall. 3. King: Tis done already.
Emp: To be ſure
You all are ours, bow and adore the beaſt,
On whome we ride.
Omn. We fall beneath his ſeete.
Emp: Be bleſt, obedience is in ſonnes moſt ſweete,
O ſtrange, to you he ſtoopes as you before him,
Humility, he bowes whilſt you adore him:
To kindle luſtie fires in all your bloud,
A health to all, and as our cup goes rownd,
Draw neere, weele marke you for our choſen flocke,
Who buildes on heartes ſonſir'd, buildes on a rocke:
The ſeale of heauen! who on their foreheads weare it,
We choose for counſaile: on their hands who beare it,
We marke for Action: Heere, a health to all.
Omn. Braue health! to pledge it, see King's proſtrate fall. Kneele.
Emp: On: All: On:
3. King. Sing warre thy lowd and loftieſt notes.
We winne; our ſhips meete none but fisher-boates. Exeunt.
Enter Paridell and his kinsman.
Pari: What if I ſhewe you a foundation,
Firme as earthes fixed Center: a ſtrong warrant,
To ſtrike the head off, an Injunction —
That bids me doo't: A diſpenſation.
For what I doe: A pardon ſign'd, that giues
Indulgence plenarie, and full remission

I

(For

## The Whore of Babylon.

(For any criminall breach of the highest Law)
After't is done: nay more, a voice as cleere

As that of Angels, which proclaimes the act,
Good, honourable, meritorious,
Lawfull, and pyous, what if I shew you this?

**Cox:** Come, come, you cannot, then let riotous heires
beg patrents to kill fathers: graunt but this
Murder may be a faire Monopoly,
And Princes stab'd by Act, of parliament:
Who i'th dare that thing meritorious call,
Which feindes themselves count diabolicall?

**Pari:** Your coldnes makes me wonder: why should you
ronne vp to'th necke, from drowning to faue her,
That treades vpon your head; your throat, to sincke you?

**Cox:** Say you should wound me; should I (in reuence)
Murder my selfe? for what can be the clofe
But death, dishonour; yea, damnation
To an act so base, nay so impoffible.

**Pari:** Impoffible; the parting of the ayre,
Is not more easy: looke vpon the Court,
Through narrow fights, and fhees the faireft ma'ke,
And fooneft hit of any: like the Turke
Shee walkes not with a Ianifarie-Guard,
Nor (as the Ruffia with fowle-big-board flaues,
Strutting on each side with the flicing Axe,
Like to a payre of hangmen: no, alas:

Her Courts of Guard are Ladies, & (sometimes)

Shee's in the garden with as small a trayne,
As is the Sun in heauen: and our Acceſſe;

May then as easy be as that of Clyents,
To Lawyers out of termes; time.

**Cox:** Grant all this:

Nay, ſay the blow were giuen: how would you ſca jef?

**Pari:** Oh fir, by water. — **Cox:** I but: —

**Pari:** Nay, good cozen. —

**Crz:** You leape as ſhort at safety, as at ſtarre:

By water: why the gates will all be locke,

Wayters

## The Whore of Babylen.

Wayters you muſt haue none.

**Pari:** Heare me. **Coz:** Heare me,
You muſt not haue a man, and if you kill
With powder, ayre betrayes you.

**Pari:** Powder! no fir, my dagge shall be my dagger.
Good sweete Cozen marke but how smooth:

My pathes are: looke you fir,

**Cox:** I haue thought vpon a course,

**Pari:** Nay, nay, heare mine,

You are my marke, ſuppoſe you are my marke,
My leuell is thus lowe, but er e I rife,
My hand's got vp thus hie: the deere being ſtrucke,
The heard that ſtand about so frighted are,
I ſhall haue leaue to ſcape, as does a pirate,
Who hauing made a ſhot through one more ſtrong,
All in that ſhip runne to make good the breach,
Whilft th'other ſailes away. How like you this?

**Cox:** As I like paper harnſe.

**Pari:** Ha, well, pawſe then:

This bow ſhall stand vnbert, and not an arrow

Be ſhot at her vntil we take our ayme

In S. Iagoes parke; a rare, rare Altar!

The ſit't to ſacrifize her bloud vpon:

It ſhall be there: in S. Iagoes parke:

Ha coz! it ſhall be there: in the meane time,
We may keefe followers (nine or ten a peese)

Without ſuſpition: numbers may worke wonders;

The ſtorme being ſudden too: for were the guard
A hundred ſtrong about her, looke you fir,

All of vs well appoynted—Cafe of dags

To each man, ſee you? you ſhoote there, we heere,
Vnleſſe ſome ſpirits put the bullets by,

Ther's no ſcape for her: ſay the dags faile,
Then to our ſwordes.—Come, ther's no mettle in you.

**Cox:** No mettle in me? would your warres were honest,
I quickly would finde Armour: what's the goade
So ſharpe, that makes you wildly thus to runne

I a

Vpon

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Vpon your certaine ruine?

Pari: Goad? sharp ponyards,

Why should I spare her bloud?

Coz: She gaue you yours.

Pari: To ha'tan' it had bin tyrany, her owne lips

Confelt I strucke her lawes nothard: I ha' spent

My youth, and meanes in ferung her: what rape I?

Wounds (discontents) what giues the me? good words
(Sweet meates that rotte the eater:) why, laft day

I did but begge of her the mailter ship

Of Santa Cataryna, twas denied me.

Coz: She keepes you to a better.

Pari: I hush, that's not all:

My bonds are yonder feald; And she muft fall.

Coz: Well, coz, ile hence.

Pari: When shall I see you?

Coz: Hah.

Soone: very foone: sooner than you expeſt,

Letme but breaſh, and what I meane to doe,
I shall refolu'e you.

Pari: Fare you well,

Coz. Adue.

Exit.

Tytania, Elfyron, Parthenophil, Parydel, Florimell.

Flor. Newes; thunding newes sweete Lady: Enuy, Ambition,
Theft sacrilegious, and bafe treason, lay

Their heads and handses togither, at one pull

To heaue you from your throne: that mannifh woman-Disell,
That luſt full bloudie Queene of Babylon,

Hath (as we gather ripe intelligence)

Rigid an Arm'd fleere, which cuen now beates the waues,
Boaſing to make their wombes our Cities graues.

Tyta. Let it come on: our Generall leades aboue them,
Earth-quakes may king domics moome, but not remooue them.

Fideli.

Fid. He yonder, he that playes the fiend at ſey,
The little Captaine that's made all of ſire,

Sweares (Flemming-like) by twenty thousand Diucls,
If our tongues walke thus, and our feete stand ſtill,

So

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So many huge ſhips neere our coaſts are come,
An Oyſter-boate of ours will ſcarce finde roome.

He ſweares the windes haue got the ſailes with childe,

With ſuch big bellies, all the linnen's gone,
To finde them linnen and in Babylon;

That ther's not one ragge left,

Tyta. Why ſwels this fleeter?

Fid. Thus they giue out, that you ſent forth a Drake,

Which from their riuers beate their water-fowle,

Tore filuer feathers from their faireſt Swannes,

And pluckt the Halcions winges that roue at ſea,

And made their wilde-duckes vnder-water diue,

So long, that ſome neuer came vp aliue.

This Sea-pie *Babylon*, her bug-Beare calles,

For when her baſtards cry, let the nurſe cry

But this, *the Drake comes*, they hush preſently,

For him theile cudgell vs: will you ha the troth?

That ſcarlet-whore is thirtie and no bloud,

But yours, and ours (sweete maide) can doe her good.

Tyta. That drake that out againe: to counſel Lords,

Fid. Come, come, short counſell: better get long ſwordes.

Flor. Good Lady dread not you, what ere befall.

Fid. Wee'l die firſt, yours is the laſt funeral: away, away, away.

Omr. Poffs, poffs, cal meſtengers, poffs with al ſpeed,

Tyta. How? ſcare? why should white boſomes

Feare a Tyrants Armed.

Tyrants may kill vs, but not doe vs harme.

Are we your prisoners that you garde vs thus?

Exeunt.

Stay, And you too, we are alone; when laſt

Manet Paridell.

We entertaynd your ſpeech (as we remember)

Cloſe traines and dangerous you did diſcouer

To fire which you were praid,

Pari. I was, Tyta, And ye cielded.

Albeit it were againſt our life.

Pari. Moſt true: — my reaſons.

Tyta. We forget them not: at that time

Here was but one, (true) but one counceller,

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Who

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Who flood aloofe, heard nothing; and though acloud
Of courser veines then ours, would haue beene flird
Into a fea tempesttuous to boyle vp,
And drowne the Pilate that durft faile so farre,
Yet of our princely grace (tho twas not fitte,
Nor flood with wifdome) did we silence it.
These heaped fauours, notwithstANDING (Doctor)
Tis in our eare: the hammers lie not still,
But that new clubs of iron are forging now,
To bruise our bones, and that your selfe doe knowe,
The very Anuile where they worke.

Pari. I.

Tyta. Heare vs, becaufe tis thought some of thofe worfer spirits,
And moft malignant that at midnight rife
To blast our Faiery circles by the Moone,
Are your Familiars.

Pari: Madam, Tyta: Sir anone.
Thee therefore I coniure (if not by faith,
Oathed allegeance, nor thy confcience,
Perhaps this ranckling vlcerateth them)

Yet by thy hopes of blifſe, tell, and tell true,
Who it muſt let vs cloud?

Pary: O vnhappie man;
That thou ſhouldſt breathe thus long: mirrour of women,
I open now my breſt euen to the heart,
My very ſoule pants on my lips: none, none,
I know of none.

Tyta. Well; none: rife and take heede,
They are no common droppes when Princes bleede,
What houre is this? does not my larum ſtrike?

This watch goes false.

Pari: This watch goes true.

Tyta: All's naught,—what houre is this?

The worke you haue begun: where art thou heart?

Tyta: Oh we fee't: Doctor wind vp the wheele, tis downe,

Pari: Tis downe.

Tyta: How

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Tita: How now? what ſtrucke thee downe? thy lookes are wilder
Why was thine armed hand reard to his height?
What blacke worke art thou doing?

Pari. Of damnation vpon my ſelfe,

Tita: How?

Pari: Your wordes haue ſplit my heart in thowſand ſhuers,
Heere, heere that ſickes which I feare will not out.

Better to die than liue ſuspect'd. Had not your bright eyes
Turnd backe vpon me, I had long ere this
Layen at your feete a bloudie ſacrifice.

Tyta. Staind Altars please not vs: why does't thou weepe?
Thou mak'st my good thoughts of thee now declyne,
Who loues not his owne bloud, will ne're ſpare mine,
Why does't thou weepe?

Pari. When on your face I looke,
Me thinkes I see thofe Vertues drawne aliue
Which did in Eſſilyne the ſeauenth ſuruuiſe,
(Your fathers father, and your grandfather.)
And then that you ſhould take me for a ſerpent
Gnowing the branches of that glorious tree,
The griefe melts euen my ſoule, O pardon me.

Tita. Contraſt thy ſpirits togither, be compos'd;
Take a full man into thee, for beholde.

All theſe blacke cloudes we cleere: looke vp, tis day,
The ſunne ſhines on thee ſtill: weel' reade: away—

Pari. O machlſſe; imi'e all poyſon, and yet ſhe!
Tunes all to goodnes by wife tempering me.

Goes off.

Tyta. If thou prou'dt copper—well; this makes vs ſtrong
As towers of flint. All traytors are but waues,
That beate at rockes, their owne blowes. digge their graues.

Paridell manet.

Pari. For not dooing am I damde: how are my ſpirits
Halde, tortured, and growne wilde? on leaues eternall
Vowes haue I writ so deepe, so bound them vp,

So texted them in characters capitall,

I cannot race them but I blot my name.

Out of the booke of ſence: mine oath stands ſilde

On your court-roles. Then keepe it, vp to heau'n

Thy

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Thy ladder's but thus hie: courage, to kill
Ten men I should not freeze thus: yet her murder
Cannot be named cloud-shed, for her Faeries
Are all of faith, and fealty affoyled,
The balme that her annoynted is waft off,
Her crowne is now not hers; vpon the paine
Of a blacke curfe, no more muft I bey her,
I climbe to heauen by this, climbe then and fly her.

Tyta. Atyrants strange, but iut end!

—Reades,

Ran mad for sleepe, and died Princes that plunge

Their foules in ranke and godlesse appetites

Must fecke no rest but in the armes of Sprites.

Pa. Nothing to read? that (if my nerues should shrink

And make mine arme reuolt) I might haue colour

To vfurp this walke of hers: what's this? fee, fee

An Angel thrufts this iron into my hand,

My warrant sign'd from Babylon to kill her,

Endorsed, the last will of Paridell.

—Reades.

*Le concedes sua Benedictione, plenavita indulgenza,*
*the very words of*
*Ee remissione di tutti le perccati—tutti le perccatæ*

—Cardinal, como his letter, sent to Parry.

All, all my finnes are paid off, paying this,

Tis done, tis done, All you blest powers I charme,

Now, now, knit all your finnes to this armes.

As he offers to step to her, he flories sodbaynly, upon the approach of
Fidely, Florinel, Parthenophil, Elfiron, the Ladies,
a Guard, and the Doctors Cozen.

Omn. You haproou'd your felfe a loyall gentleman.

Fid. The hand of Angels guide vs: Shees not heere,

The Queen's kild; treason: Wenches, raife the Court.

Omn. Walke feuerall waies firft.

Fid. Waies; shees murdered: treason.

Tyt. Treason; a word. What traytor dare? who? where?

Flo. A guard: the damned serpent, fee, lurkes heere.

Fid. Sure heeres some neft they breed in: paw him faft.

This Woolfe, this Toade (markes, he swellles red with poyson)

This learned knaue is sworne to murder thee.

Pari. I defie any man that speaks it.

Fid. Halt.

The Whore of Babylon.

Fid. Hah: —defie this noble, honest gentleman,

Defie him, he fal spit it on thy face,

Thy beard scald Doctor.

Pari. And does thou betray me? Saist thou so?

Cox. And will feale my ſpeech with bloud.

Pari. My no againſt his yea; My no is as good.

Fid. Better, his yeas goe naked, and your noes

Very well clok'd: off, come, truth naked goes.

And heres his naked truth.

—Shewes his drawn dagger.

Tyta. Againe.

Pari. Oh me; —now nothing but your mercy me can faue.

Tita. It must not: Princes that would safely liue,

May grieue at traytors falles but not forgiue.

Let him be ſonniond to the barre of ſhame.

Pari. Tis welcome, a blacke life, ends in blacke fame.

Exit.

Omn. Away with him.

Parth. Now to the busines,

We haue one foote.

Fid. I, I, looke to the head.

The hangman cures thofe members.

Tua. What is done?

Flor. This (facred Lady:) we with either hand
Haue raifde an Armie both by sea and land.
Your goodly ſhips beare the most royall freight,
That the world owes (true hearts:) their wöbes are ful,
Of noble ſpirits, each man in his face

Shewes a Kings daunting looke, the ſouldiers ſtand
So thickly on the decke, so brauely plum'd,

(The Silken streamers wauing or their heades)

That (feeing them) you would iudge twere Pentecost,

And that the iollie youngſers of your townes,

Had flocket together in gay multitudes,

For May-games, and for ſummer merriments,

They looke so cheerely: In ſuch little roome

So many Faeries neuer dwelt at once,

Neuer so many men were borne so ſoon;

The drum that gaue the call, could not be heard

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For

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For iuffling armours: er e the call was done,
It was so ringd about with groues of pikes,
That when they brake on both sides to giue way,
The beating of the drum was thunders noise,
Whilft coates of fiele clasht so on coates of fiele,
Helmets on helmets that they strucke out fire,
Which fhowd like lightning, or thofe flames that flie
From the huge Cyclops-hammer, when they fweate
To forge loues thunder: And in fuch a heate
With quicknes rush they armed forth, captaines fware,
Harnefle was fure the cloathes they daily wore.
Men fafter came to fight then to a fealt.

Fid. Nay, women fued to vs they might be preft.

Parth: Old grandams that on crutches beare vp age,
Full nimbly buckled Armours on their fonnes,
And when twas on, ſhe clapt him on his backe,
And ſpake thus, runne my boye, fight till th'art dead,
Thy bloud can neuer be more brauly ſhed.

Tita: How are the numbers you haue leuicd?

Fid: What your ſea-forces are, this briefe doth ſpeak.

Elf. We haue rais'd double walls to fence your land.

The one the bodie of a standing Camp,
Whofe tents by this are pitcht in Beria,
On the fhores point, to barre the foe from footing.

Tita: Ouer that Camp at Beria* we create
Your Florimeli Lieuetenant Generall;

Elf: The other is to guarde your royall perſon.

Tita: Whofe charge is yours: the ſea Fideli, yours.

Elf: The standing camp of horſemen and of ſoote,
These numbers fill, Launces 253. Horſemen 769.
Footemen 22000. The mouing Army, which attends on you,
Is thus made vp: of horſemen & of ſoote, Launcers 481.

Light horſe-men 1421. Footemen 34050.

Tita: We do not raife our hopes on points of ſpeares.
A handfull is an hoſt, in a good fight,

Lambes may beate Lions in a warre not right.

The Generall of all armies be our leader,

*Tübwy.

Bee

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Be full of courage Lordes as ya're in yeares.

For this be ſure weele not out-lie our peereſ.

Fid. Weele al lioe, but wil firſt haue them bi't cares.

Tyta. Goe on, your conduct be the prosperous hand,
Make you the ſea good, weele not loose the land.

Your Queene will to the field, It ſhall be faſd,

Once ſouldiers to their Captaine had a Maide.

Evocnt.

Truth and Plaine-dealing leading ſouldiers with drum
and colours, Time meeting them.

Time: You ſweate well in this harueſt.

Plai: Nay, when we come to binde vp the whole of Babilons

Punckes and Pynaces in ſheaues, weele ſweate worſe.

Time, Haue you beſtowed the other bandes?

Tru: I haue.

Time, Incorporate this to you then: tis the mandate
Of your Liefetenant Generall. You fight

In your great Faieries quarrell, and Truthes right,
Stand therefore too't.

Volu: I will haue no woundes on my ſhoulders, I ſcorn to run,
Or to cry out of warlike kybes in the heele.

Time, Gee (thou moſt God-like maide) & buckle on
The breſt-plates fetcht from thine owne Armoury,

Let euery ſouldier weare one, on each leader

Beftowe a guiding-ſtaffe, and a ſtrong ſhield

That may as faithfull be to his good ſword

As thou art to his heart: head all the ſpeares
With gold of Angell-prooſe. Sit like a doue

Vpon the Horſmans helme, and on his face

Fan with thy filuer winges ſweete victorie,

Goe, beate thy drum, that men may know thy march,
Spread thine owne colours (Truth) ſo let them ſhine,

Souldiers may ſweare theiple follow none but thine. Away.

Tru. I flie, ſwift as the winged winges.

Exit.

Play. To day is workiday with me for all I haue my beſt clothes
On, what doe you ſet me to?

Time, Goe thou and ſweepe tha'buſes from the camp. (cleane,

Plai. Conſcience has left no broomes big enough to doe that

Time: Then purge the tents of all inſedious aires.

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Plai. Yonder's

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Plai. Yonder's one infection new broke out, if it be not stope
From running, will choake vs all.

Time, Name it, ile minister the remedie.

Plai. Time may do it, this tis: A Broker and his wife that dropt
out of the Hangmans budget but last day, are now eating into the
Camp, and are victualers to it: their very Cannes haue hoopes of
gold lace now, that bangd Captaines Jerkins all or'e but yester-
day: 15. Liefetenants haue eaten vp their buffe Jerkins with
cheese and muftard: Nay this vilaine of fourecore ith hundred
has set vp three Armourers shops with harnesle caps, and pewter
coates, that are linde cleane out with Ale: the Rogue lies eucry
night vpon as many fethers which grew in souldiers hats, as' will
vndooe foure hundred Schoolemasters to hire them for their boyes
to goe a feasting,

Time, Breede such disorders mongst the souldiers?

Play. They swarme like lyce: nay his wife tickels it too, for
three Muskateeres came but to drinke Tobacco in her cabbin, and
she fired their flaskes and tuch-boxes.

Time, Goe i'lde the Camp of these, and al like these.

Play. If any souldier were ile casheere him too.

Time, You will scarce leaue two in the Army then.

Play. What shall I doe with those Pyoners yonder?

Ti. You know the ground, lead them to caft vp trenches. Away.

Play. They are by this time leading one another, for when I
left them, I left them all cafting, ile now goe see what it comes
to.
Exit.

Time, Ile flie hence to the fleete of Babylon.

And from their tacklings and their maine-maft tops,
Time shall flnove vengeance through his bow of flleele,
Wedge like to split their Naue to the keele.
Ile cut their Princes downe as blades of graffe,
As this glaſſe, so the Babilonian power,
The higher shall runne out to fill the lower.
Exit.

The Sea fight.

3. Ki. The sulphurous Ætna belcheth on our ships,
Cut Cables, or the whole fleete drown'ds in fire.
2. Ki. Of Babilon, 1. Ki. What Hulkes ar these, that are on fire?

3. King. The

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3. Ki. The Diuel: the sea's on fire, the Diuel fure takes Tobacco.

1. King. Wher's Medyna?

2. King. Close vnder hatches, draes not ſhew his head.

3. King. Damnation on such liuerd Generals. Wher's braue

Ricaldes? 2. King. Who?

3. King. Our Admiral: the Admirall of aur Nauy, wife Ricalde.

2. King. Our flowre and braue Ricalde keepes his bed.

3. King. All poxes fire him out; Pedro de Valdes

Hauing about him 50. Canons throates,

Stretch wide to barke is, boarded, taken. 2. King. Taken?

3. King. Without refistance: Pyementelly funke,
Oquendo burnt, Moncada drown'd or flaine,

1. King. The ship of all our medicaments is loft.

3. King. Dogges eate our medicaments, such are our woundes
We more shall Sextons neede than Surgeons.

2. King. What courfe is beſt? 3. King. The beſt to get the day.
Is to hoile ſayles vp, and away.

Omn. Away, away, hoile failes vp and away.

3. King. A world of men and wealth loft in one day. Exeunt.

Florimell followed by Captaines, Marriners and Gunners with Linſtocks.

Flor. Shoot, shoot, they anſwer; braue: more Linſtocks: shoot:
This stratagem dropt downe from heauen in fire.

Om. Board, board, hoyſe more failes vp, they flie, shoot, Shoot.

Exeunt.

## Titania in the Camp.

Tita. We neuer held a royal Court till now:
(Warriours) would it not seeme moſt glorious,
To haue Embaſſadors to greete vs thus?

Our chaire of ſtate, a drum: for ſumptuous robes

Ruffling about vs, heads cas'd vp in globes

Of bright reflecting fleele: for reuellers

(Treading ſoft meaſures) marching ſouldiers.

Truſt me, I like the martiall life ſo well,

I could change Courts to campes, in fieldes to d well.

Tis a braue life: Me thinkes it beſt becomes

A Prince to march thus, betweene guns and drummes.

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My

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My fellow souldiers I dare sweare you'l e fight,
To the last man, your Captaine being in fight.

Volu: To the last least mans little finger.

Fid: What flames through all your blond your breath inspires,

Tita: For that we come not: no breft heere wants fires.

Twas kindled in their cradles, strength, courage, zeale,
Meete in each bosome like a three-fold cloud,
We come with yours to venture our owne cloud,
For you and we are fellowes; thus appeares it,
The souldier keeps the crowne on, the prince weares it.
Of all men you we hold the moste moste deere,
But for a souldier I had not beene heere.

Fid: Doe not their gunnes offend you?

Tita: How? we are tried,
whim' e borne a souldier by the fathers fide.

The Cannon (thunders Zany) playes to vs,
Soft mufikes tunes, and more mellodious:

And me more rarely like, becaufe all these,
That now can speake the language of sterne warre,
Could not speake fwords, or guns, nay scarce could go,
Nay were not borne, but like to new fowne graine
Lay hid i'th mold, when we went to be crown'd,
Tho now th' are tall corne fields, couering the ground.

Plaine Dealing.

Plai. Roome, roome, newes, newes, the youngest newes that
euer was brought forth amonſt men at Armes: a woman (ſweere
miſtris) is brought to bed of a man childe it h Camp: a boy that
lookes as if he would ſhoote off already: the bed they haue ſwad-
led him in, is the peeece of an old torne Ancient: his blankets are
two ſouldiers Mandilions: his cradle is the hollow backe-peeece of
a ruſtie Armour: his head lies in a Murren that's quilted to keepe
him warme, the firſt thing that euer he laid hold on, was a truin-
cheon, on which a Captaine leand to looke vpon him, hee'le bee a
wariour I warrant. A Can of beere is ſet to his mouth already,
yet I doubt hee'le prooue but a viſtualer to the Camp: A notable
fat double-chind bulchin.

Tyta: A child borne in our Camp! goe giue him fame,

Let

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Let him be Beria cald, by the Campes name.

Plai. That his name then: Beria; in ſteede of a Midwife, a Cap-
taine shall beare him to the Fount, and if there be any women to
followe it, they shall either traile pikes, or ſhoote in Caliuer's; who
would ſweate thus to get goſſips for an other man's child? but fa-
thers themselves are guld so sometimes, farewel miſtris.

Time, Flormell, Captaines, Souldiers.

Tita: With roſes vs you crowne, your ſelfe with palme,

Flor: Had we al woundes, your words are ſoueraigne balme.

Tyta: Are thofe clowds ſperſt that ſtroue to dimme our light?

Flor. And driuen into the gloomie caues of night.

Tyta: Our hands be heau'd vp for it.

Time, Theres good caufe,

We are bownd to doe so by the higher lawes,

Thofe roaring Whales came with devouring wombes

To ſwallow vp your kingdoms: ſoolſh heires;

When halſe of them ſcarce knew where it did stand,

Under what Zenith, did they ſhare your land.

At dice they plaid for Faieries; at each caſt

A Knight at least was loſt: what doe you ſet?

This Knight cries one (and names him) no, a Lord.

Or none, tis done, he throwes and sweepes the bord,

His hatte is full of Lords vp to the brimme,

The ſea threw next at all, won all and him,

Would you theſe Gameſters ſee now?

Fid: See now? where?

Thei'le ſcarce ſee vs, the last fight coſt so deere,

Ti. Bid you me do it, tis done, Time takes ſuch pride,

To waite on you, heele lackie by your ſide.

Thofe daies of their Artiuall, battaile, flight,

And ignominious ſhipwrackes (like loſt Arrowes)

Are out of reach: of them the world receaues

But what Times booke ſhewes turning back the leaues,

But if you'le ſee this Concubine of Kinges,

Inher maiesticke madnes with her ſonnes,

That houre is now but numbring out in ſand,

These minutes are not yet run through Times hand.

For

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For you and for your Fairies sweete delight

Time shall do this,

Tyta: 'Twil be a glorious fight,

Time, Vnseene you shall both see and heare these wonders.
On the greene Mount of Trusteth: let the Armie mowe,

And meete you in the vale of Oberon,

Your captives are sent thithert quicke as thought

You shall flie hence vpon my active winges,

Time at one instant sees all Courts of Kings.

Excunt.

Time descending: Enter the Empresse, three Kings,
and foure Cardinals.

Emp. Hence: fling me not: y'are Scorpions to my breast,
Disceales to my bloud: he dies that speaks.

3. King. Y'are madde.

Ambo. Y'are madde.

4. Card. ò falles not heauen!

Emp. Be silent:

Be damned for your speech: as y'are for Aci,
You are all blacke and elose conspirators

In our disgrace,

3. King. You lie:

4. Card. O horrible!

3. King. You Raue yet know not why,

Emp. Thou faist all's loft.

3. King: Drownd, burnt, split vpon rockes, caft ouer bord,
Throates cut by Kernes, whole haires like elfe-lockes hang,

2. King. One of those shamrock-eaters at one breakefaft,

Slit fourescore wezand-pipes of ours,

1. King. Of yours..

Oquendo burnt, Piementelli Slaine,

Pedro de Valdes tane,

1. Card. Could dwarfes beate Gyants?

3. King. In one day fell 500. Galleous 15.

Drownd at the same time; or which was worfer taken,
The same day made 1000. prifowers.

Yet not a cherry stone of theirs was funke.

No

The Whore of Babylon.

Not a man flaine nor tane, nor drownd.

Emp. O damnd!

3. King. Two with two spit-frog Rapiers tooke a Galleon.

Com: O pittie her. 3. K. Let her tafte al. Emp, Fall thunder

And w edge me into earth, stiffe as I am.

So I may be but deafe, turne me into

A speckled Adder: O you Mountaines fall,

And couer me, that of me, memory

May neuer more be found.

4. Card. O holy mother!

Emp. Earth, lle sucke all thy venome to my breast,
It cannot hurt me so as doe my fonnes,

My disobedient, desperate, dampned fonnes,

My heauy curse shall strike you. Com: Oh kneele downe!
Kneele downe and begge a pardon, leaft her curse. —

1. King. I that's the blocke, wee muft kneele,or doe worfe.

Com: Lift vp your sacred head : your children come,
Vpon their knees to take a mothers doome.

Emp. O Syrian Panthers! you spend breath most sweete,
But you are spotted or'e, from head to feete,

This neck ile yoke,—this throate a staires ile make.

By which ile climb be— like flubble thou fhalt burne,
In my hot vengeance.

2. King. Vengeance Idefie.

I shall fall from thee, since thou makst my breast
Thy ſcorne, true Kings such basenes will deteft.

Electors will I call, and they shall make thee,

But ſeruant of mine Empire: they shall thrufft

A ring into thy nostrils,

Emp. Come let me kiffe thy cheeke: I did but ieſt,

Tyta. Marke: thofe that moſt adore her, moſt are ſlau'd,

She neuer does grow bafe, but when ſhees brau'd:

3. King. You feeme full angry. Emp. No, yes: leade the way,
Neuer was day to me thus Tragically,

Great Babylon thus lowe did neuer fall.

Tita. Thankes Time for this; lanch forth to Oberons wayle
We are neere shore: your hands to strike our ſaile.

Excunt.

FINIS.

L