To banishment for ever from our kingdom.

Govi. What could be worse to one whose heart is lock'd Up in another's bosom? Banishment!

And why not death? is that too easy for me?

Tyr. But that the world would call our way to dignity A path of blood, it should be the first act in all our reign. Govi. She's lost for ever; farewell, virtuous men, Too honest for your greatness! now you're mightier Than when we knew the kingdom, your stile's heavier Than ponderous nobility, farewell!

3 Nobl. How's that, sir?

Govi.

O sir! is it you?

I knew you one-and-twenty and a lord,

When your destruction suck'd; is't come from nurse yet? You scorn to be a scholar, you were born better,

You have good lands, that's the best grounds of learning; ́If you can construe but your doctor's bill,

Parse
your wife's waiting women, and decline your tenants
'Till they're all beggars, with new fines and rackings;
You're scholar good enough, for a lady's son

That's born to living; if you list to read,
Ride but to th' city and bestow your looks
On the court library, the mercer's books,
They'll quickly furnish you, do but entertain
A tailor for your tutor, to expound

All the hard stuff to you, by what name and title
Soever they be call'd.

3 Nobl. I thank you, sir.

Govi. 'Tis happy you have learnt so much manners

Since you have so little wit; Fare you well, sir!

Tyr. Let him be staid awhile!

4 Nobl. Stay!

3 Nobl. You must stay, sir.

Govi. He's not so honest sure to change his mind, Revoke his doom; hell has more hope on him.

Tyr. We have not ended yet, the worst part's coming, Thy banishment were gentle were that all;

But to afflict thy soul before thou goest,

Thou shalt behold the heav'n that thou must lose

In her that must be mine.

Then to be banish'd, then to be depriv'd,

Shews the full torment we provide for thee.

Govi. He's a right tyrant now, he will not bate me Th' affliction of my soul; he'll have all parts

Enter the LADY clad in black, with Attendants.

Suffer together; now I see my loss:

I never shall recover't, my mind's beggar'd.

Tyr. Whence rose that cloud? can such a thing be seen In honour's glorious day, the sky so clear?

Why mourns the kingdom's mistress? does she come

To meet advancement in a funeral garment?

Back! [to the Attendants.] she forgot herself, 'twas too

much joy

That bred this error, and we heartily pardon't.
Go, bring her hither like an illustrious bride'
With her best beams about her, let her jewels
Be worth ten cities, that beseems our mistress,
And not a widow's case, a suit to weep in.
Lady. I am not to be alter'd.

Tyr. How!

Lady. I have a mind

That must be shifted ere I cast off these,

Or I shall wear strange colours;-'tis not titles,
Nor all the bastard honours of this frame

That I am taken with; I come not hither

To please the eye of glory, but of goodness,

And that concern'd not you, sir, you're for greatness; I dare not deal with you, I have found my match, And I will never lose him.

Govi. If there be man

Above a king in fortunes, read my story,

And you shall find him there; farewell, poor kingdom! Take it to help thee, thou hast need on't now;

I see thee in distress, more miserable

Than some thou lay'st taxations on, poor subjects!
Thou'rt all beset with storms, more overcast
Than ever any man that brightness flatter❜d.
'Tis only wretchedness to be there with thee,
And happiness to be here.

Tyr. Sure some dream crown'd me,

If it were possible to be less than nothing,
I wake the man you seek for,—there's the kingdom
Within yon valley fixt; while I stand here
Kissing false hopes upon a frozen mountain ́
Without the confines. I am he that's banish'd.
The king walks yonder chose by her affections,
Which is the surer side, for when she goes
Her eye removes the court; what is he here
Can spare a look? they're all employed on her.

Helvetius !-Thou art not worth the waking neither,
I lose but time in thee, go, sleep again

Like an old man, thou can'st do nothing;

Thou tak'st no pains at all to earn thine honours;
Which way shall we be able to pay thee
To thy content, when we receive not ours?
The master of the work must needs decay

When he wants means and sees his servants play.

Helv. [To his Daughter.] Have I bestow'd so many blessings on thee,

And do they all return to me in curses?

Is that the use I've for them? be not to me

A burden ten times heavier than my years !
Thou'dst wont to be kind to me and observe
What I thought pleasing; go, entreat the king!
Lady. I will do more for you, sir, you're my father;
[she kisses Govianus.

I'll kiss him too.

Helv. How am I dealt withal?

Lady. Why, that's the usurper, sir, this is the king;
I happen'd righter than you thought I had;
And were all kingdoms of the earth his own,
As sure as this is not, and this dear gentleman
As poor as virtue, and almost as friendless,
I would not change this misery for that sceptre,
Wherein I'd part with him; sir, be cheerful,
'Tis not the reeling fortune of great state,
Or low condition, that I cast mine eye at,
It is the man I seek, the rest I lose,
As things unworthy to be kept or noted;
Fortunes are but the outsides of true worth,

It is the mind that sets his master forth.

Tyr. Have there so many bodies been hewn down
Like trees, in progress to cut out a way

That was more known for us and our affections,
And is our gain so cross'd? There stands the first
Of all her kind that e'er refused greatness!

A woman to set light by sovereignty!

What age can bring her forth, and hide that book! 'Tis their desire most commonly to rule,

More than their part comes to, sometimes their husbands. Helv. 'Tis in your pow'r, my lord, to force her to you, And pluck her from his arms.

Tyr. Thou talk'st unkindly;

That had been done before thy thought begot it,

If

my affection could be so hard hearted,

To stand upon such payment; it must come

Gently and kindly, like a debt of law,

Or 'tis not worth receiving.

Govi. Now, usurper!

[aside to Helvetius.

I wish no happier freedom than the banishment

That thou hast laid upon me.

Tyr. O he kills me

At mine own weapon; 'tis I that live in exile

Should she forsake the land; I'll fain some cause

Far from the grief itself, to call it back.—

[aside.

[to-Govianus.

That doom of banishment was but lent to thee

To make a trial of thy factious spirit,

Which flames in thy desire; thou would'st be gone :
There is some combination betwixt thee