Chi. She wills you read that; for, belike, she's bound to silence For such a time. She's wondrous gracious to you. [Gives a paper to S:PHAX. Sip. Heaven make me thankful! Chi. She would have you read it. Sip. [Reads.] "Siphax, the will of Heaven hath cast me on thee

To be thy wife, whose will must be obey'd:
Use me with honour, I shall love thee dearly,
And make thee understand thy worths hereafter.
Convey me to a secret ceremony,

That both our hearts and loves may be united;
And use no language, till before my brother
We both appear, where I will shew the oracle;
For till that time I'm bound, I must not answer."
Oh, happy I!

Chi. You're a made man.

Sip. But, Chilax,

Where are her women?

Chi. None but your grace's sister

Because she would have it private to the world Knows of this business.

Sip. I shall thank thee, Chilax;

Thou art a careful man.

Chi. Your grace's servant.

Sip. I'll find a fit place for thee.

Chi. If you will not,

[yet

Stre. Why, the king is with him, And all the lords.

Chi. Is not the princess there too?

Stre. Yes: And the strangest coil amongst 'em - She weeps bitterly;

The king entreats, and frowns; my lord, iike autumn,

Drops off his hopes by handfuls; all the temple Sweats with this agony.

Chi. Where's young Polydore?

Stre. Dead, as they said, o' th' sudden.

Chi. Dead?

Stre. For certain;

But not yet known abroad.

Chi. There's a new trouble.

A brave young man he was; but we must all die.
Stre. Did not the general meet you this morning
Like a tall stallion-nun?

Chi. No more o' that, boy.
Stre. You had been ferreting.
Chi. That's all one.-Fool!

My master Fool, that taught my wits to traffick, What has your wisdom done? How have you profited?

Out with your audit: Come, you are not empty; Put out mine eye with twelve-pence, do, you shaker.

[Takes out his purse, and shakes it. What think you of this shaking? Here's wit, cox

comb !

Ha, boys? ha, my fine rascals? here's a ring.
How right they go !

Fool. Oh, let me ring the fore-bell.

Chi. And here are thumpers, chequins, golden Wit, wit, ye rascals ! [rogues :

Fool. I have a sty here, Chilax.

Chi. I have no gold to cure it, not a penny, Not one cross, cavalier: We are dull soldiers, Gross heavy-headed fellows; fight for victuals! Fool. Why, you are the spirits of the time. Chi. By no means.

Fool. The valiant, fiery!
Chi. Fy, fy! no.

Fool. Be-lee me, sir.

Chi. I would I could, sir.
Fool. I will satisfy you.

Chi. But I will not content you.-[To the
Page.]-Alas, poor boy,

Thou shew'st an honest nature; weep'st for thy

master?

There's a red rogue, to buy thee handkerchiefs. [Gives him a piece of gold. Fool. He was an honest gentleman I have lost

too.

Chi. You have indeed, your labour, Fool.-But,

Stremon,

Dost thou want money too? No virtue living? No firking out at fingers' ends?

Stre. It seems so.

Chi. Will ye all serve me?

Stre. Yes, when you are lord-general; For less I will not go.

Chi. There's gold for thee then;

Thou hast a soldier's mind.-Fool!

Fool. Here, your first man.

Chi. I will give thee for thy wit, (for 'tis a fine A dainty diving wit) hold up!—just nothing. [wit, Go, graze i' th' commons; yet I am merciful.There's sixpence: Buy a saucer, steal an old

gown.

King. My sister! she's i' th' temple, man.
Sip. She is here, sir.

Lord. The captain's mad! she's kneeling at the altar.

King. I know she is.-With all my heart, good captain,

I do forgive ye both : Be unveil'd, lady.

[Puts off her veil. Will you have more forgiveness? The man's frantic. Come, let's go bring her out.-God give you joy, Sip. How! Cloe? my old Cloe? [sir. [Exeunt King, Lords.

Cloe. Even the same, sir.
Chi. Gods give your manhood much content!
Stre. The princess

Looks something musty since her coming over.
Fool. 'Twere good you would brush her over.
Sip. Fools and fiddlers

Make sport at my abuse too!

Fool. Oh, 'tis the nature

Of us fools to make bold with one another;
But you are wise, brave sir.

Chi. Cheer up your princess.
Believe it, sir, the king will not be angry;
Or, say he were; why, 'twas the oracle:
The oracle, an't like your grace; the oracle.
Stre. And who, most mighty Siphax-
Sip. With mine own whore?

Cloe. With whom else should you marry; speak your conscience,

Will you transgress the law of arms, that ever
Rewards the soldier with his own sins?

Chi. Away, then; our act's ended. [Exeunt.

Enter King, CALIS, MEMNON, CLEANTHE, Lords, and Courtezan.

King. You know he does deserve you, loves you dearly;

You know what bloody violence he had used
Upon himself, but that his brother cross'd it;
You know the same thoughts still inhabit in him,
And covet to take birth: Look on him, lady;
The wars have not so far consumed him yet,
Cold age disabled him, or sickness sunk him,
To be abhorr'd: Look on his honour, sister;
That bears no stamp of time, nor wrinkles on it;
No sad demolishment, nor death can reach it:
Look with the eyes of Heaven, that nightly waken
To view the wonders of the glorious Maker,
And not the weakness: Look with your virtuous
And then clad royally in all his conquests, [eyes;
His matchless love hung with a thousand merits,
Eternal youth attending, fame and fortune;
Time and oblivion vexing at his virtues,

He shall appear a miracle: Look on our dangers,
Look on the public ruin.

Calis. Oh, dear brother!

King. Fy! let us not, like proud and greedy
Gain to give off again: This is our sea, [waters,
And you, his Cynthia, govern him; take heed:
His floods have been as high and full as any,
And gloriously now he's got up to girdle
The kingdoms he hath purchased. Noble sister,
Take not your virtue from him; oh, take heed
We ebb not now to nothing; take heed, Calis!
Calis. The will of Heaven (not mine) which
must not alter,

And my eternal doom, for aught I know,
Is fix'd upon me. Alas, I must love nothing;
Nothing that loves again must I be bless'd with!
The gentle vine climbs up the oak, and clips him,
And when the stroke comes, yet they fall together.
Death, death must I enjoy, and live to love him!
Oh, noble sir.

Mem. Those tears are some reward yet :
Pray, let me wed your sorrows.

Calis. Take 'em, soldier;

They are fruitful ones; lay but a sigh upon 'em,
And straight they will conceive to infinites :
I told you what you would find 'em.

Eum. [Within]. Room before there!

A hearse is brought in, upon which PoLYDORE is laid, covered, and seemingly dead; EUMENES, POLYBIUS, and PELIUS following.

King. How now? what's this? more drops to Whose body's this?

Eum. The noble Polydore :

This speaks his death.

Mem. My brother dead?

[th' ocean?

[Shewing a letter.

Calis. Oh, goddess!

Oh, cruel, cruel Venus! here's my fortune.
King. Read, captain.

Mem. Read aloud -Farewell, my follies!
Polyb. [Reading.] "To the excellent princess
Calis.

Be wise as you are beauteous; love with judgment,
And look with clear eyes on my noble brother;
Value desert and virtue, they are jewels

Fit for your worth and wearing. Take heed, lady;
The gods reward ingratitude most grievous.
Remember me no more; or, if you must,
Seek me in noble Memnon's love; I dwell there.
I durst not live because I durst not wrong him.
I can no more; make me eternal happy

With looking down upon your loves. Farewell!"'
Mem. And didst thou die for me-
King. Excellent virtue !

What will you now do?

Calis. Dwell for ever here, sir.

[Kneels before the hearse.

Mem. For me, dear Polydore? oh, worthy young man !

Oh, love, love, love! Love above recompense!
Infinite love, infinite honesty!—

Good lady, leave; you must have no share here;
Take home your sorrows: Here's enough to store

me,

Brave glorious griefs! Was ever such a brother?
Turn all the stories over in the world yet,
And search through all the memories of mankind,
And find me such a friend! He has outdone all,
Outstripp'd 'em sheerly; all, all: thou hast, Poly-
dore!

To die for me? Why, as I hope for happiness,
'Twas one o' the rarest-thought-on things, the

bravest,

And carried beyond compass of our actions.
I wonder how he hit it; a young man too,
In all the blossoms of his youth and beauty,
In all the fulness of his veins and wishes,
Woo'd by that paradise, that would catch Heaven!
It startles me extremely. Thou bless'd ashes,
Thou faithful monument, where love and friendship
Shall, while the world is, work new miracles!
Calis. Oh, let me speak too!
Mem. No, not yet.-Thou man,
(For we are but man's shadows) only man-
I have not words to utter him.-Speak, lady;
I'll think a while.

Calis. The goddess grants me this yet,
I shall enjoy thee dead: no tomb shall hold thee
But these two arms, no trickments but my tears:
Over thy hearse my sorrows, like sad arms,
Shall hang for ever: On the toughest marble
Mine eyes shall weep thee out an epitaph:
Love at thy feet shall kneel, his smart bow broken;
Faith at thy head, Youth and the Graces mourners.
Oh, sweet young man !

King. Now I begin to melt too.

Mem. Have you enough yet, lady? Room for a gamester!

To my fond love, and all those idle fancies,

A long farewell! Thou diedst for me, dear Poly

dore;

To give me peace, thou hast eternal glory!—
I stay and talk here! I will kiss thee first,
And now I'll follow thee.
[Offers to kill himself.
Polyd. [Rises. ] Hold, for Heaven's sake!
Mem. Ha! does he live? Dost thou deceive me?

Mem. And you shall have it, even my dearest My first, my noblest love: Take her again, sir; She's yours, your honesty has over-run me. She loves you; lov'st her not?-Excellent princess, Enjoy thy wish; and now, get generals. Polyd. As you love Heaven, love him.-She's only yours, sir.

Mem. As you love Heaven, love him.-She's My lord the king—— [only yours, sir.— Polyd. He will undo himself, sir, And must without her perish : Who shall fight Who shall protect your kingdom?

Mem. Give me hearing,

[then?

princess has her;

Who, I assure myself, will use her nobly.

A pretty sweet one 'tis, indeed.

Puts. Well bred, sir,

I do deliver that upon my credit,

And of an honest stock.

Theod. It seems so, captain,

And no doubt will do well.

Puts. Thanks to your care, sir.

But tell me, noble colonel, why this habit
Of discontent is put on through the army?
And why your valiant father, our great general,
The hand that taught to strike, the love that led
Why he, that was the father of the war,

[all,

Theod. It must be so. Captain, you are a stranger, But of a small time here a soldier,

Yet that time shews you a right good and great