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Enter Calianax, with Diagoras.
Diag.And if he will not be wise, you are forsworn.
Cal.One may wear out his heart with swearing, and get thanks on no side. I'll be gone—look to't who will.
Diag.My Lord, I shall never keep them out.
Pray, stay; your Looks will terrifie them.
Cal.My looks terrifie them, you Coxcombly Ass, you! I'll be judged by all the Company whether thou hast not a worse Face than I———
Diag.I mean, because they know you and your Office.
Cal.Office! I would I could put it off, I am sure I sweat quite through my Office. I might have made room at my Daughter's Wedding, they had near kill'd her among them. And now I must do service for him that hath forsaken her; serve that will. .mw-parser-output .wst-floatright{float:right;text-indent:0}[Exit Calianax.
Diag.He's so humorous since his Daughter was forsaken: hark, hark, there, there, so, so, codes, codes. [Knock within.]
What now?
Mel.Open the door.
Diag.Who's there?
Mel.Melantius.
Diag.I hope your Lordship brings no Troop with you, for if you do, I must return them.
Enter Melantius and a Lady.
Cal.Yes, I do service for your Sister here,
That brings my own poor Child to timeless Death;
She loves your Friend Amintor, such another false-hearted
Lord as you.
Mel.You do me wrong,
A most unmanly one, and I am slow
In taking vengeance; but be well advis'd.
Cal.It may be so: Who plac'd the Lady there so near the presence of the King?
Mel.I did.
Cal.My Lord, she must not sit there.
Mel.Why?
Cal.The place is kept for Women of more Worth.
Mel.More Worth than she? It mis-becomes your Age
And Place to be thus womanish; forbear;
What you have spoke, I am content to think
The Palsey shook your Tongue to.
Cal.Why, 'tis well if I stand here to place Mens Wenches.
Mel.I shall forget this Place, thy Age, my Safety, and thorough all, cut that poor sickly week, thou hast to live, away from thee.
Cal.Nay, I know you can fight for your Whore.
Mel.Bate the King, and be he Flesh and Blood,
He lyes that says it; thy Mother at fifteen
Was black and sinful to her.
Diag.Good my Lord!
Mel.Some God pluck threescore Years from that fond Man,
That I may kill him, and not stain mine Honour;
It is the curse of Soldiers, that in Peace
They shall be brain'd by such ignoble Men,
As (if the Land were troubled) would with Tears
And Knees beg Succour from 'em. Would that Blood
(That Sea of Blood) that I have lost in fight,
Were running in thy Veins, that it might make thee
Apt to say less, or able to maintain.
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But a Place priviledg'd to do Men wrong.
Cal.Ay, you may say your pleasure.
Enter Amintor.
I would not for more wealth than I enjoy,
He should perceive you raging; he did hear
You were at difference now, which hastned him.
Cal.Make room there.
Hautboys play within.
Cinth.Great Queen of Shadows, you are pleas'd to speak
Of more than may be done; we may not break
The Gods decrees, but when our time is come,
Must drive away, and give the Day our room.
Yet, while our Reign lasts, let us stretch our Pow'r
To give our Servants one contented hour,
With such unwonted solemn Grace and State,
As may for ever after force them hate
Our Brother's glorious Beams, and wish the Night
Crown'd with a thousand Stars, and our cold Light:
For almost all the World their service bend
To Phœbus, and in vain my light I lend;
Gaz'd on unto my setting from my rise
Almost of none, but of unquiet Eyes.
Night.Then shine at full, fair Queen, and by thy pow'r
Produce a Birth to crown this happy hour;
Of Nymphs and Shepherds let their Songs discover,
Easie and sweet, who is a happy Lover;
Or if thou woot, then call thine own Endymion,
From the sweet Flowry Bed he lies upon,
On Latmus top, thy pale Beams drawn away,
And of this long Night let him make a Day.
Cinth.Thou dream'st, dark Queen; that fair Boy was not mine,
Nor went I down to kiss him; Ease and Wine
Have bred these bold Tales: Poets, when they rage,
Turn Gods to Men, and make an Hour an Age;
But I will give a greater State and Glory,
And raise to time a noble Memory
Of what these Lovers are: Rise, rise, I say,
Thou Pow'r of Deeps, thy Surges laid away,
Neptune, great King of Waters, and by me
Be proud to be commanded. [Neptune rises.
Nept.Cinthia, see,
Thy word hath fetcht me hither, Let me know
Why I ascend.
Cinth.
Doth this Majestick Show
Give thee no knowledge yet?
Nept.Yes, now I see
Something intended (Cinthia) worthy thee;
Go on, I'll be a Helper.
Cinth.Hie thee then,
And charge the Wind flie from his Rocky Den.
Let loose thy Subjects, only Boreas,
Too foul for our Intention as he was;
Still keep him fast chain'd; we must have none here
But vernal Blasts, and gentle Winds appear,
Such as blow Flow'rs, and through the glad Boughs sing
Many soft welcomes to the lusty Spring.
These are our Musick: Next, thy watry Race
Bring on in Couples; we are pleas'd to grace
This noble Night, each in their richest things
Your own Deeps or the broken Vessel, brings,
Be prodigal, and I shall be as kind,
And shine at full upon you.
Nept.Ho the Wind!
Enter Eolus out of a Rock.
The Measure. Second Song.
Cinth.Hold up thy head, dead Night; see'st thou not Day?
The cast begins to lighten: I must down,
And give my brother place.
Night.Oh, I could frown
To see the Day, the Day that flings his light
Upon my kingdom, and contemns old Night!
Let him go on and flame! I hope to see
Another wild-fire in his axletree;
And all fall drench'd. But I forgot; speak, queen,
The day grows on; I must no more be seen.
Cinth.Heave up thy drowsy head again, and see
A greater light, a greater majesty,
Between our set and us! Whip up thy team!
The day-break's here, and yon sun-flaring beam
Shot from the south. Say, which way wilt thou go?
Night.I'll vanish into Mists. [Exit.
Cinth.I into day. [Exit. Finis Mask.
King.Take lights there, Ladies, get the bride to bed;
We will not see you laid. Good-night, Amintor,
We'll ease you of that tedious Ceremony;
Were it my Case, I should think time run slow.
If thou be'st noble, youth, get me a boy,
That may defend my Kingdom from my Foes.
Amin.All happiness to you.
King.Good night, Melantius. [Exeunt.