Part 25 (1/2)

_Siph._ The Devil grace ye all.

_Cloe._ G.o.d a mercy _Chilax_.

_Chi._ Shall we laugh half an hour now?

_Strem._ No the King comes, And all the train.

_Chi._ Away then, our Act's ended. [_Exeunt._

_Enter King_, Calis, Memnon, _and_ Cleanthe, _Lords_.

_King._ You know he do's deserve ye, loves ye dearly, You know what b.l.o.o.d.y violence had us'd { _The Hea.r.s.e Upon himself, but that his Brother crost it, { ready, Polydor, You know the same thoughts still inhabit in him { Eumenes & And covet to take birth: Look on him Lady, { Captains._ The wars have not so far consum'd 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, no 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 vertuous eyes, And then clad royaltie in all his conquests, His matchless love hung with a thousand merits, Eternal youth attending, Fame and Fortune, Time and Oblivion vexing at his vertues, He shall appear a miracle: look on our dangers, Look on the publick ruin.

_Calis._ O, dear Brother.

_King._ Fie, let us not like proud and greedy waters Gain to give off again: this is our Sea, And you his _Cynthia_, govern him, take heed, His flouds have been as high, and full as any, And gloriously now is got up to the girdle, The Kingdomes he hath purchas'd; n.o.ble Sister, Take not your vertue from him, O take heed We ebbe not now to nothing, take heed _Calis_.

_Calis._ The will of Heaven not mine, which must not alter, And my eternal doom for ought I know Is fixt upon me; alas, I must love nothing, Nothing that loves again must I be blest with: The gentle Vine climbs up the Oke and clips him, And when the stroke comes, yet they fall together; Death, death must I enjoy, and live to love him, O n.o.ble Sir!

_Mem._ Those tears are some reward yet, Pray let me wed your sorrows.

_Calis._ Take 'em Souldier, They are fruitfull ones, lay but a sigh upon 'em, And straight they will conceive to infinites; I told ye what ye would find 'em.

_Enter_ Funeral, _Captains following, and_ Eumenes.

_King._ How now, what's this? more drops to th' Ocean?

Whose body's this?

_Eum._ The n.o.ble _Polydor_, This speaks his death.

_Mem._ My Brother dead?

_Calis._ O G.o.ddess!

O cruel, cruel _Venus_, here's my fortune.

_King._ Read Captain.

_Mem._ Read aloud: farewel my follies.

[Eumen. _reads to the Excellent Princess_ Calis.

_Eum._ Be wise, as you are beauteous, love with judgement, And look with clear eyes on my n.o.ble Brother, Value desert and vertue, they are Jewels, Fit for your worth and wearing: take heed Lady, The G.o.ds reward ingrat.i.tude most grievous; Remember me no more, or if you must, Seek me in n.o.ble _Memnons_ 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. _Farewel._

_Mem._ And did'st thou die for me?

_King._ Excellent vertue!

What will ye now doe?

_Calis._ Dwell for ever here Sir.

_Mem._ For me dear _Polydor_? O worthy young man!

O love, love, love, love above recompence!