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Piso. Have you put

Enter Frederick. A whore upon me?

Fred. First, joy unto you all! And next, Leliu. By Hear'n, you do me wrong! I think we shall have wars. I have a heart as pure as any woman's; Jac. Give me some wine! And I mean to keep it so for ever.

I'll drink to that. Father. There is

Fab. I'll pledge. No starting now, son; if you offer it,

Frank. But 1 I can compel you; her estate is great, Shall lose you then. But all made o'er to me, before this match: Jac. Not a whit, wench; Yet if you use her kindly, (as I swear I'll teach thee presently to be a soldier. I think she will deserve) you shall enjoy it Fred. Fabritio's command, and yours, During your life, all, sare some slender piece Are buth restor'd. I will reserve for my own maintenance; Jac. Bring me four glasses then! And if God bless you with a child by her, Fred. Where are they? It shall have all.

Ang. You shall not drink 'em here. It is Piso. So I may bave the means,

[soir I do not much care what the woman is:

And from my house no creature here shall Come, my swectheart! as long as I shall find These three days; mirth shall flow as well Thy kisses sweet, and thy means plentiful,

as wine. Let people talk their tongues out.

Father. Content. Within, I'll tell you more Lelia. They may talk

at large

(you, Of what is pass'd; but all that is to come How much I am bound to all, but most to Shall be without occasions.

Whose undeserved liberality Julio. Shall we not make

Must not escape thus unrequited. Piso and Lodovic friends?

Jac. 'Tis happiness to me, I did so well : Jac. Hang 'em, they dare not

Of every noble action, the intent Be enemies; or, if they be, the danger Is to give Worth reward, Vice punishment. Is not great. Welcome, Frederick!


supper time;


İr you mislike (as you shall ever be
Your own free judges) this play utterly,
For your own nobleness yet do not hiss!
But, as you go by, say it was anriss,

And we will mend: Chide us, but let it be
Never in cold blood! ()'niy honesty,
(If I hare any) this l'll say for all;
Our meaning was to please you still, and shall.


The Commendatory Verses by Gardiner and Hills ascribe this Play solely to, Fletcher. It

was first printed in the folio of 1647. Mr. Seward, on the authority of Langbaine, says, it was revived by Dryden: But in this particular, we apprehend, they are both mistaken; as Downes, the prompter, in his Roscius Anglicanus, positively assigns the revival of it, and the alterations and additions inade to it, to Betterton. The piece, thus altered, after the manner of an Opera, was represented at the Queen's Theatre, and printed in quarto, 1690. Purcell composed the musick, and Priest the dances: It appears to have been revived at a considerable expence, and has within a few years been performed at Covenfis Garden Theatre.


Guard. CosRoe, King of Persia.


DIOCLES, of a private Soldier elected Co-em Ambassadors.
MAXIMINIAN, Nephew to Diocles, and Em Lictors.
peror by his Donation.

Flainen. VOLUTIUS APER, Murderer of Numerianus, Shepherd. the late Emperor.

Niger, General of the Roman Forces.

CAMURIUS, a Captain, and Creature of Aper.
Geta, a Jester, Servunt to Diocles, a merry AURELIA, Sister to Charinus.

CASSANA, Sister to Cosroe, u Captive, waitPersian Lords.

ing on Aurelia, Senators.

Delphia, « Prophetess.

Diocles, Soldiers.

DRUSILLA, Niece to Delphia, in love with SCENE, Rome.

Niger. True, sir:

[ness, Enter Charinus, Aurelia, and Niger.

Fear of your unbelief, and the time's gidui.

Made me 1 durst not then go further. So Charinus. You buz into my


strange your Grace please, likelihoods,

Out of your wonted goodness, to give credit, And fill me full of doubts: But what proofs, | I shall unfold the wonder. Niger,

Aur. Do it boldly:

[hearings. What certainties, that my most noble brother You shall have both our hearty loves and Came to bis end by murder? Tell me that; Niger. This Aper then, this too-muchAssure me hy some circumstance.

honour'd villain, Niger. I will, sir;

[me! (For he deserves no mention of a good man) And as I tell you truth, so the gods prosper Great sir, give ear--this most ungrateful, I've often nam'd this Aper.

spiteful, Char. True, you have done;

Above the memory of mankind mischievous,
And in mysterious senses I have heard you With his own bloody hands-
Break out o'th' sudden, and abruptly.

Chur. Take heed!
Out of your wonted goodness to give credit.] Sympsou thinks it would be better to read,

to give ear to li'


Niger. I'm in, sir;

That all the world may know you lov'd your And, if I make not good my story

brother? Aur. Forward!

[ful. And do it safely too, without an army? I see a truth would break out: Be not fear Char. Most willingly. Niger. I say, this Aper, and his damn'd Niger. Then send out a proscription, (it, ambition,

[fortunes: Send suddenly; and to that man that executes Cut off your brother's hopes, his life, and (I mean that brings his head) add a fair payThe honour'd Numerianus fell by him,


(not, Fell basely, most untimely, and most trea No common sum: Then you shall see, I fear ch'rouslv;

Ev’n from his own camp, from those men For in his litter, as he hore him company,

that follow bim, Most privately and cunningly be kill'd lim. Follow and Aatter him, we shall find one, Yet still he fills the faithful soldiers' ears And, if he miss, one hundred, that will venWith stories of his weakness; of his life;

ture it.

[brother, That he dare not venture to appear in open,

Aur. For his ree ard, (it shall be so, dear And shew his warlike face among the soldiers, So far I'll honour bim that kills the villain; The tenderness and weakness of his eyes, For so far runs my love to my dead brother) Being not able to endure the sun yet:

Let him be what he will, base, old, or crooked, Slave that he is, he gives out this infirmity Ile shall have me: Nay, which is more, I'll (Because he would dispatch bis honour too) love him. To arise from wantonness, and love of wo I will not be denied. And thus he juggles still.


Char. You shall not, sister: [too. Aur. Oh, most pernicious, ther, But you shall know, my love shall go along Most bloody, and most base! Alas, dear bro See a proscription drawn; and for bis reArt thou accus'd, and after death thy memory compense, Loaden with shames and lies? those pious My sister, and half partner in the empire ;

(nument, And I will keep my word. Thou daily shower’dst upon my father's mo Aur. Now you do bravely. (When in the Persian expedition

Niger. And, tho' it cost my life, I'll see He fell unfortunately by a stroke of thunder) it publishi’d. Made thy defame and sins? those wept-out Chur. Away then, for the business. eyes,

Niger. I am gone, sir:
The fair examples of a noble nature,

You shall have all dispatch'd to-night.
Those holy drops of love, turn'd by depravers Char. Be prosperous.
(Malicious poison'd tongues) to thy abuses? Aur. And let the villain fall,
We must not suffer this.

Niger. Fear nothing, madam. (Ereunt.
Char. It shews a truth now:
And sure this Aper is not right nor honest,

He will not now come near me.
Niger. No; he dare not: [science,

Enter Delphia and Drisilla.
He has an inmate here, that's call'd a Con Drus. 'Tis true, that Diucles is courteous,
Bids him keep off.

And of a pleasant nature, sweet and tempeChar. My brother honour'd him,

rate; Made him first captain of his guard, his next

His cousin Maximinian, proud and bloody. friend;

Delph. Yes, and unistrustful too, my girl : Then to my mother (to assure him nearer)

Take heed; He made him husband.

Altho' he seem to love thee, and affect, Niger. And withal ambitious; [sir, Like the more courtier, curious compliment, For when he trod so nigh, his false feet itch’d,

Yet lave a care. To step into the state.

Drus. You know all my affection, Aur. If you believe, brother,

And all my heart-desires, are set on Diocles : A per a bloody knave, as 'tis apparent, [ble. But, aunt, bow coldly he requites this cours Let's leave disputing, and do something noChar. Sister, be ruld. I ain not yet so How dull and heavily he looks upon me! pow'rful

Altho' I wooe him sometimes beyond moTo meet him in the field: H'has under him desty,

[me! The flower of all the empire, and the strength, Beyond a virgin's care, how still be slights The Britain and the German cohorts; 'pray And puts me still off with your prophecy, you be patient.

And the performance of your late prediction, Niger, bow stands the soldier to him? That when he's emp’ror, then he'll marry me! Niger. In fear more, sir,

Alas, what hope of that? Than Jove or honour: He has lost their fair Delph. Peace, and be patient; affections,

For tho' he be now a man most miserable, By his most covetous and greedy griping. Of no rank, nor no badge of honour on him, Are you desirous to do soinething on him, Bred low and poor, no eye of favour sbining i



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And tho' my sure prediction of his rising, Geta. 'Would it would come with thinkWhich can no more fail than the day or ing! for then

[nator. night does,

O’my conscience I should be at least a seNay, let him be asleep, will overtake him,

Nuri. A sowter; llach found some rubs and stops, yet (hear For that's a place more fitted to thy nature, me, niece,

If there could be such an expectation. And hear me with a faith) it shall come to Or, say the devil could perform this wonder, I'll tell thee the occasion.


Can such a rascal as thou art hope for honour? Drus. Do, good aunt;

Such a log-carrying lout? For yet I'm ignorant.

Geta. Yes; and bear it too, Delph. Chiding him one day,

And bear it swimmingly. I'm not the first For being too near and sparing for a soldier?,

(rendly. Too griping, and too greedy, he made an Has borne good office, and perforin'd it reveswer,

Dio. Thou being the son of a tiler, canst When I am Cæsar, then I will be liberal:' thon hope to be a senator? I presently, inspir'd with boly fire,

Geta. Thou being the sou of a tanner, And my prophetic spirit burning in me,

canst thou hope to be an emperor? Gave answer from the gods; and this it was: Dio. Thou say'st true, Geta; there's a stop Imperalor eris Roma, cum aprum grundem

indeed: interfeceris 3 :

But yet the bold and virtuous • Thou shalt be emperor, oh, Diocles,

Geta. You're right, master, • When thou hast kill'd a mighty boar.' From Right as a gun! For we, the virtuous, that time,

(ploy'd Tho' we be kennel-rakers, scabs, and scounAs giving credit to my words, he has em drels, Much of his life iv hunting : Many boars, We, the discreet and bold. And yet, now I Hideous and tierce, with his own hands h' remember it, has kill'd too,

We tilers may deserve to be senators, But yet not lighted on the fatal one, (niece; (And there we step before you

thick-skin'd Should raise bim to the empire. Be not sad, tanners)

fones, Ere long he shall. Come; let's go entertain For we are born three stories high ; no base him :

[hunting: None of your groundlings, master. For by this time, I guess, he comes from

Dio. I like thee well;

[honour And, by my art, I find this very

instant Thou hast a good mind, as I have, to this Some great design's o'foot.

Getu. As good a mind, sir, of a simple Drus. The gods give good, aunt! Excunt. plaisterer:

And, when I come to execute my office, SCENE III.

Then you shall see

Mari. What? Enter Diocles, Muriminian, and Geta with a

Geta. An officer in fury, bour.

An officer as he ought to be. Do you laugh Dio. Lay down the boar.

[rence? Geta. With all my heart; I'ın weary ou't: Is a senator, in hope, worth no more reveI shall turu Jew, if I carry many such burdens. By these hands, I'll clap you by th' heels the Do you think, master, to be emperor

first hour of it!

[lieves ! With killing swine? You may be an honest Aluri. U''my conscience, the fellow bebutcher,

Dio. Ay, do, do, Geta; Or allied to a seemly family of souse-wives. For if I once be einperarCan you be such an ass, my reverend master, Geta. Then will i

[publick) To think these springs of pork will shoot up (For wise men must be had to prop the re

Mari. The fool says true. [Cæsars? Not bate you a single ace of a sound sevatur,

Dio. Come, leave your fooling, sirrah, Dio. But what shall we do the whilst? And think of what thou shalt be when I'ın Geta. Kill swive, and sonse 'em, emperor.

And eat 'em when we've bread. - This whole speech is almost a translation from Vopiscus. Sympson

3. I could wish this splendulus pannus, this Latin piece of patch-work, was not to be found in the oldest edition : It night very well have been spared, and the Author's learning have suffered no detriment. Sympson.

Never was a more injudicious censure, than this of Mr. Sympson upon the above Latin line ; it being absolutely necessary, to preserve the pun (tör so it must be called) upon the name of sper, for the prediction to be delivered in that language: But perhaps Mr. Syopo son would bave had the traitor's name Anglicised, and have called hun Volatius Buur. Thou hust a good mind ] Betterton, in his alteration of this play, rcads,

• Thou hast us good a mind as I have,' &c. Sympson follows him, but claims the merit of the variation. VOL. II.

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Mari. Why didst thou run away

Dio. Certain, you much mistake her. When the boar made toward thee? art thou Mari. Mistake her? hang her! To be not valiant!

made her purveyors, Geta. No, indeed am I not; and 'tis for To feed her old chaps, to provide her daily, mive honour too:

(ster; And bring in feasts, whilst she sits farting I took a tree, 'tis true, gave way to th' monHark what Discretion says: “Let fury pass; And blowing out her Prophecies at both ends! From the tooth of a mad beast, and the Dio. 'Prithee be wise: Dost thou think, tongue of a slanderer 5,


[ledgePreserve thine honour.'

So great a rev'rence, and so staid a knowDio. He talks like a full senator. [one; Muri. Sur-rev'rence, you would say! What Go, take it up, and carry 't in. 'Tis a huge truth? what knowledge? We never kill'd so large a swine; so fierce too, What any thing, but eating, is good in her? I never met with yet.

Twould make a fool prophesy, to be red Maxi. Take heed! it stirs again.


(danger, How nimbly the rogue runs up! he climbs What do you get? Your labour and vour like a squirrel.

dead? Whilst she sits bathing in her larded tury. Dio. Come down, you dunce! Is it not Inspir'd with full deep cups, who cannot proGeta. I know pot.

phesy? Dio. Ilis throat is cut, and his bowels out. A tinker, out of ale, will give predictions; Geta. That's all one.

(I know, But who believes ? I'm sure bis teeth are in; and, for any thing Dio. She is a holy druid, He inay have pigs of his own nature ii's belly. A woman noted for that faith, that piety, Dio. Come, take him up, I say, and see Belov'd of Heav'n. him dress'd;

[him, Mari. Heav'n knows, I don't believe it. Hle's fat, and will be lusty meat; away with Indeed, I must confess, they're excellent And get some of him ready for our dinner. jugglers;

[tidence: Geta. Shall he be roasted whole, (vice! Their age upon some fools too firgs a conAnd serv'd up in a souce-tub? a portly ser But what grounds have they, what elements I'll run i'th' whcel myself.

to work on? Mari. Sirrah, leave your prating,

Shew me but that! the sieve and sheers; a And get some piece of him ready presently;

learn'd ove. We're weary both, and hungry.

I have no patience to dispute this question, Geta, I'll about it.

'Tis so ridiculous! I think the devil does What an inundation of brewis shall I swim help 'em; in !

(Erit. Or rather, mark me well, abuse 'em, uncle : Div. Thou’rt ever dull aud melancholy, For they're as fit to deal with him, these old Distrustful of my hopes. [cousin, women,

(tureMaxi. Why, can you blame me?

They are as jump and squar'd out to his naDo men give credit to a juggier?

Dw. Thoù liast a perfect malice.
Dio. Thou know'st she is a Prophetess. Muri. So I would have
Mari. A small one,

Against these purblind prophets; for, look And as small profil to be hop'd for by her.

(devil, Dio. Thou art the strangest man! How Old women will lie monstrously, so will the does thy hurt?

(Or else h’ has had much wrong, upon iny The boar came near you, sir.

knowledge); Mari. A scratch, a scratch.

Old women are malicious, so is he; Dio. It aches and troubles thee, and that They're proud, and covetous, revengeful, makes thee angry.

(uncle, Tech’rous, Duri. Not at the pain, but at the practice, All which are excellent attributes o'th' devil: The butcherly base custom of our lives now: They would at least seem boly, so would he; Had a brave enemy's sword drawn so much And, to veil o'er these villainies, they'd pro

phesy; Or danger niet me in the head o'th' army, He gives them leave now and then to use T'' have blush'd thus in my blood had been their cunnings, mine honour;

Which is to kill a cow, or blast a barvest, But to live base, like swine-herds, and be Make young pigs pipe themselves to death, lieve too!


choke poultry, To be fool'd out with tales, and old wives? And chafe a dairy-wench into a fever Dreams when they're drunk!

With puinping for her butter: 5 Thine honour.] · To preserve thy honour from the tooth of a mad beast' is scarcely sense.. The deticiency of the verse gives room to suspect that soinething is dropt. I read:

of a mad beast, and the tongue of
A slanderer, preserve thee (or thyself) and honour.' Seward.

ye, sir,

from me,

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