Document Type | Modernised |
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Code | Hey.0002 |
Bookseller | Benjamin Lightfoot |
Printer | Nicholas Okes |
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Year | 1613 |
Place | London |
The Silver Age, Including. The love of Iupiter to Alcmena: The birth of Hercules. And The Rape of Proserpine. Concluding, With the Arraignement of the Moone.
Aut prodesse solent aut delectare.
London, Printed by Nicholas Okes, and are to sold by Beniamin Lightfoote at his Shop at the upper End of Graies Inne-lane in Holborne.
1613
Let not the Title of this booke I entreate bee any weakening of his worth, in the generall opinion. Though wee begunne with Gold, follow with Silver, proceede with Brasse, and purpose by Gods grace, to end with Iron. I hope the declining Titles shall no whit blemish the reputation of the Workes: but I rather trust that as those Mettals decrease in valew, so è contrario, their books shall encrease in substance, weight, and estimation. In this we have given Hercules birth and life: In the next wee shall lend him honour and death. Courteous Reader, it hath bene my serious labour, it now onely attends thy charitable censure.
Thine,
T.H.
Homer.
Acrisius.
Pretus.
Bellerophon.
Perseus.
Danaus.
Iupiter.
Ganimed.
Amphitrio.
Socia.
Euristeus.
Hercules.
Theseus.
Perithous.
Philoctetes.
Mercury,
Triton.
Pluto.
Cerberus.
Rhadamantus
Asculaphus.
Queen Aurea.
Andromeda.
Alcmena.
Iuno.
Iris.
Galantis.
Hyodamia.
Ceres.
Proserpina.
Semele.
Tellus.
Arethusa.
A Guard.
2 Captaines.
6 Centaures.
Servingmen.
Swaines.
Theban Ladies.
The seven Planets.
Furies.
Actus I. Scœna I.
Enter Homer.
Since moderne Authors, moderne things have trac't,
Serching our Chronicles from end to end,
And all knowne Histories have long bene grac't,
Bootlesse it were in them our time to spend
To iterate tales oftentimes told ore,
Or subiects handled by each common pen;
In which even they that can but read (no more)
Can poynt before we speake, how, where, and when
We have no purpose: Homer old and blinde,
Of eld, by the best iudgements tearm'd divine,
That in his former labours found you kinde,
Is come the ruder censures to refine:
And to unlocke the Casket long time shut.
Of which none but the learned keepe the key.
Where the rich Iewell (Poësie) was put.
She that first search't the Heavens, Earth, Ayre, and Sea.
We therefore begge, that since so many eyes,
And severall iudging wits must taste our stile,
The learn'd will grace, the ruder not despise:
Since what we do, we for their use compile.
Why should not Homer, bee that caught in Greece,
Unto this iudging Nation lend like skill.
And into England bring that golden Fleece,
For which his country is renowned still.
The Golden past, The Silver age begins
In Iupiter, whose sonne of Danae borne,
We first present, and how Acrisius sinnes
Were punish't for his cruelty and scorne.
We enter where we left, and so proceed,
(Your fauour still, for that must helpe at need).
Alarme. Enter with victory, King Pretus, Bellerephon, bringing in King Acrisius prisoner, drum and colours.
Pretus
Now you that trusted to your Darreine strength,
The brazen to wer that earst inclos'd thy childe,
Stand'st at our grace, a captive, and we now
Are Arges King, where thou usurp'st so late.
Acrisius
Tis not thy power King Pretus, but our rigor
Against my daughter, and the Prince her sonne,
(Thus punish't by the heavens) have made thee victor.
Pretus
Twas by thy valor, brave Bellerephon,
That took'st Acrisius prisoner hand to hand.
Bellerophon
The duty of a service and a servant
I have exprest to Pretus.
Pretus
By thy valor.
We reigne sole King of Arges, where our brother
Hath tyrannis'd, and now these brazen walles,
Built to inmure a faire and innocent maide,
Shall be thine owne Iayle. Gyve his legges in Irons,
Till we determine further of his death.
Acrisius
Oh Danae, when I rude and pittilesse
Threw thee with thy yong infant, to the mercy
Of the rough billowes, in a mastlesse boat,
I then incur'd this vengeance. Iupiter,
Whose father in those blest and happy dayes
I scorn'd to be, or ranke him in my line,
Hath chastis'd me for my harsh cruelty.
Pretus
We are Ioves rod, and we will execute
The doome of heaven with all severity:
Such mercy as thy guardiant Beldams had,
(Who for the love of Danae felt the fire)
Thou shalt receive from us. Away with him:
Acrisius is led bound, and enters Queen Aurea.
Aurea
Why doth King Pretus lead his brother bound,
And keepe a greater foe in liberty?
This, this, thou most unchast Bellerephon,
And canst thou blushlesse gaze me in the face?
Whom thou so lately didst attempt to force,
Or front the Prince thy maister with such impudence,
Whose reverent bed thou hast practis'd to defile.
Bellerophon
Madame, my Lord.
Aurea
Heare not th'adulterers tongue,
Who though he had not power to charme mine eares,
Yet may inchaunt thine.
Pretus
Beauteous Aurea,
If I can prove by witnesse that rude practise,
His life and tortures Il'e commit to thee.
Aurea
What greater witnesse then Queen Aurea's teares?
Or why should I hate you Bellerephon,
That (save this practise) never did me wrong?
Bellerophon
Oh woman, when thou art given up to sin
And shamelesse lusts, what brazen impudence,
Hardens thy brow?
Aurea
Shall I have right of him?
Pretus
Thou shalt: yet let me tell my Aurea:
This knight hath seru'd me from his infancy,
Beene partner of my breast and secret thoughts.
His sword hath beene the guardian of my state,
And by the vertue of his strong right hand,
I am possest of Arges. I could reade thee
A Chronicle of his great services
Fresh in my thoughts, then give me leave to pause,
Ere I pronounce sad sentence of his death.
Aurea
Grant me my L. but a few private words
With this dissembling hypocrite: Il'e tell him
Such instance of his heynous enterprise,
Shall make him blush, and with efeminate teares,
Publish his riotous wrongs against your bed.
Pretus
We grant you privacy.
Aurea
Neare us Bellerophon.
Bellerophon
Oh woman, woman.
Aurea
We are alone, yet wilt thou grant me love,
Put me in hope, and say the time may come,
And my excuse to Pretus shall unsay,
These loud exclaimes, and blanch this Æthiop scandall,
As white as is thy native innocence:
Love mee, oh love mee, my Bellerophon
I sigh for thee, I mourne, I die for thee,
Give me an answere swift and peremptory;
Gaine by thy grant, life; thy deniall, death.
Wilt thou take time and limite mee some hope
By pointing me an houre?
Bellerophon
Never, oh never.
First shall the Sun-god in the Ocean quench,
The daies bright fire, and o're the face of heaven
Spread everlasting darknesse.
Aurea
Say no more.
Dogge, devill, even before my husbands face
Darst court me, Pretus canst thou suffer this?
Iniurious Traytor, think'st thou my chast innocence,
Is to bee mou'd with praiers, or brib'd by promises?
Hath the King hir'd thee to corrupt this bed?
Or is he of that slavish sufferance,
Before his face to see nice strumpeted?
Pretus, by heaven, and all the Gods I vow,
To abiure thy presence, and confine my selfe
To lasting widdow-hood, unlesse with rigor
Thou chastice this false groome.
Pretus
Bellerophon,
Thou hast presum'd too much upon our love,
And made too slight account of our high power
In which thy life or death is circumscrib'd.
Bellerophon
My Lord, I should transgresse a Subiects duty,
To lay the least grosse imputation
Upon the Queene, my beauteous Soveraintesse,
And rather then to question her chaste vertues
I laie my selfe ope to the strictest doome,
My service hath bene yours, so shall my life,
I yeeld it to you freely.
Pretus
Aureas teares,
Contend with thy supposed innocence
And have the upper hand: to see thee die
My setled love will not endure: but worse
Then death can bee, we doome thy insolence;
Go hence an exile, and returne no more
Upon thy Knight-hood, but expose thy selfe
Unto that monstrous beast of Cicily,
Cal'd the Chimera, t'hath a Lyons head,
Goats belly, and a poysonous Dragons traine.
Fight with that beast, whom Hoasts cannot withstand,
And feede, what Armies cannot satisfie.
My doom's irreuocable.
Bellerophon
For all my service
A faire reward, but by my innocence,
Vertues, and all my honours attributes,
That savadge Monster I will feede, or foile,
Die by his iawes, or bring home honoured spoile.
Aurea
Yet, yet, thy body meedes a better grave,
And kill not mee too, whom thy grant may save.
Bellerophon
A thousand fierce Chimerae's first I'le feede,
Ere staine mine honour with that damned deed.
Aurea
Againe to tempt me, hence base traytor flie,
And as thy guilt's meede, by that monster die.
Pretus
Away with him, 'tis our milde sufferance
Begets this impudence, come beauteous Aurea
Thou shalt bee full revengde, I know him honourable
In this, and will performe that enterprise
Which in one death brings many: let us now
Inioy our conquests, hee shall soone bee dead,
That with base sleights sought to corrupt our bed.
Enter Perseus, Andromeda, and Danaus.
Perseus
There stay our swift and winged Pegasus,
And on the flowers of this faire Medow grase,
Thou that first flewst out of the Gorgons bloud,
Whose head wee by Minervaes aide par'd off,
And since have fixt it on our Christall sheild.
This head that had the power to change to stone,
All that durst gaze upon't; and being plac't here
Retaines that power to whom it is uncas'd:
Hath chandge great Atlas to a Mount so high,
That with his shoulders hee supports the skie.
Danaus
Perseus, great sonne of Iove and Danae.
Famous for your atchievements through the world
Minervaes fauorite, Goddesse of Wisedome,
And husband of the sweete Andromeda.
Whom you so late from the Sea-monster freed,
After so many deedes of Fame and Honour,
Shall we returne to see our mother Danae?
Perseus
Deere brother Danaus, the renowned issue
Of King Pellonus that in Naples raignes,
Where beauteous Danae is created Queene,
Thither I'le beare the faire Andromeda
To see our Princely mother.
Andromeda
Royall Perseus,
Truely descended from the line of Gods,
Since by the slaughter of that monstrous Whale,
You freed me from that rocke where I was fixt
To be deuoured and made the Monsters prey,
And after wonne me from a thousand hands
By Phineus arme, that was my first betroathed,
Ingrate were I your fellowship to shunne,
Whom by the force of Armes you twice have won.
Enter Bellerephon.
Perseus
Towards Naples then, but soft, what Knight's that
So passionately deiect? Let us Salute him,
Whence are you gentle Knight?
Bellerophon
I am of Arges.
Perseus
But your adventure?
Bellerophon
The infernall Monster,
Cal'd the Chimera bred in Cicily.
Perseus
Thou canst not stake thy life against such oddes,
And not be generously deriu'd, I Perseus
The sonne of Iove and Danae, offer thee
Assistance to this noble enterprise.
Bellerophon
Are you the noble Perseus, whom the world
Crownes with such praise and royall hardinesse?
Fam'd for your winged steed, and your Gorgons sheild,
And for release of faire Andromeda?
Perseus
Wee Perseus are, and this Andromeda,
King Cepheus daughter, rescued by our sword,
The keene-edged harpe.
Bellerophon
Let me do you honours
Worthy your State, and tell such newes withall
As shall disturbe the quiet of your thoughts,
I am of Arges where Acrisius raigned.
Perseus
Our Grand-sire, and raignes still.
Bellerophon
His brother Pretus
Hath cast him both from stile and kingdome too,
Nor let Bellerephon himselfe belie,
It was by vertue of this strong right arme
Which he hath thus requited, to expose me
Unto this strange adventure, the full circumstance
I shall relate at leasure,
Perseus
Dares King Pretus
Depose Acrisius, knowing Perseus lives?
Guide me faire Knight unto my place of birth,
Where the great King of Arges lives captiu'd,
That I may glaze my harpe in the bloud
Of Tyrant Pretus.
Bellerophon
I am sworne by oath
To dare the rude Cycilian Monster first,
Whom having slaine, I'le guide you to the rescue
Of King Acrisius.
Perseus
Thou hast fir'd our bloud,
And startled all our spirits Bellerephon,
Wee'l mount our Pegasus, and through the ayre
Beare thee, unto that fell Chimeraes den:
And in the slaughter of that monstrous beast
Assist thy valour. Thence to Arges flye,
Where by our sword th'usurper next must dye.
Bellerophon
We are proud of your assistance, and withall
Assur'd of Conquest.
Perseus
Faire Andromeda,
Danaus shall be your guardiant towards Arges,
Where after this atchievement we will meet,
To give our grand-sire freedome. Come, lets part,
We through the ayre, you towards Darreine towre,
Where Tragicke ruine Pretus shall deuoure.
Exeunt.
Enter King Pretus, and Queen Aurea.
Pretus
Aurea, we were too hasty in our doome,
To loose that knight, whose arme protected us,
Whose fame kept all our neighbour Kings in awe:
Nor was our state confirm'd, but in his life.
Aurea
Let Traitors perish, and their plots decay,
And we still by divine assistance sway.
Pretus
But say some Prince should plot Acrisius rescue,
Invade great Arges, or siege Darreine tower,
Then should we wish Bellerephon againe,
To expose their fury, and their pride restraine.
Aurea
To cut off all these feares, cut off Acrisius,
Appeare to him a brother full as mercilesse
As he a cruell father, to his childe,
The beauteous Danae and her infant sonne.
Pretus
Onely his ruine must secure our state,
And he shall dye to cut off future claime
Unto this populous kingdome we enioy.
Our guard, command our captive brother hither.
Whom we this day must sentence. Oh Bellerephon!
Thy wrongs I halfe suspect thy doome: Repent,
Since all thy acts proclaime thee innocent.
Acrisius brought in by the guard.
Guard
Behold the King your brother.
Pretus
We thus sentence
Thy life Acrisius, thou that hadst the heart
To thrust thy childe into a mastlesse boate;
With a faire hopefull Prince, unto the fury
And rage of the remorslesse windes and waves:
To doome these innocent Ladies to the fire,
That were her faultlesse guardians; the like sentence
Receive from us: We doome thee imminent death
Without delay or pause. Beare to the blocke
The tyrant, he that could not use his raigne
With clemency, we thus his rage restraine.
Acrisius
Thou shew'st thy selfe in rigor pittifull,
And full of mercy in thy cruelty,
To take away that life, which to enioy
Were many deaths, having my Danae lost
With her sonne Perseus: having lost my kingdome,
All through the vaine feares of Prophetike spelles:
Why should I wish a wretched life to save,
That may rest happy in a peacefull grave?
A flourish and a shout. Enter a gentleman.
Pretus
What shout is that? the proiect?
Gentlman
Strange and admirable.
Bellerephon and a brave strange knight,
Both crownd in bloud in the Chimeraes spoyle,
Have cleft the ayre on a swift winged steede,
And in your Court alighted; both their swords
Bath'd in the Serpents bloud, they brandish still,
As if they yet some monster had to kill.
Pretus
Bellerephon return'd?
Thou hast amaz'd us.
Enter Perseus Danaus, and Bellerophon, with Andromeda. Kill Pretus and Aurea, beat away the rest of the guard.
Perseus
One monster (then the rude Chimere more fell)
That's Pretus, Danaes soone must send to hell.
Pretus
Treason. Our guard.
Perseus
Lives there a man, the tyrant Pretus dead,
Saith that the Crowne shall not invest his head?
All
We all stand for the King Acrisius.
Perseus
Then by his generall sufferage once more raigne,
Since by our hand th'usurper here lyes slaine.
Acrisius
Our hopelesse life, and new invested state,
Strikes not so deepe into Acrisius ioyes,
As when he heares the name of Danaes sonne.
Lives Danae?
Perseus
Grand-sire, thy faire daughter lives
A potent Queene: we Perseus are her sonne,
This Danaus your hopefull grand-childe too:
Nor let me quite forget Andromeda,
By Perseus sword freed from the huge Sea-whale,
And now ingraft into your royall line.
Acrisius
Dviide my soule amongst you, and impart
My life, my state, my kingdome, and my heart.
Oh had I Danae here, my ioyes to fill,
I truely then should be immortalis'd.
Renowned Perseus, Danaus inly deere,
And you bright Lady, faire Andromeda,
You are to me a stronger sort of ioy
Then Darreines brasse, which no siege can destroy.
Danaus
My gran-sires sight doth promise as much blisse,
As can Elisium, or those pleasant fields,
Where the blest soules inhabite.
Andromeda
You are to me
As life on earth, in death eternity.
Acrisius
Let none presume our purpose to controwle:
For our decree is like the doome of Gods
Fixt and unchanging: Perseus we create
Great Arges King, crown'd with this wreath of state.
Perseus
With like applause, and sufferage shall be seene,
The faire Andromeda crown'd Arges Queene.
Acrisius
Onely the Darreine tower I still reserve
In that to pennance me a life retir'd,
And I in that shall prove the Oracle.
Faire Danaes sonne instated in my throne,
Shall thus confine me to an Arch of stone.
There will I live, attended by my guard,
And leave to thee the manadge of my Realme.
Our will is law, which none that beares us well,
Will strive by word or action to refell.
Perseus
The Gods behest with your resolve agree
To increase in us this growing maiesty.
Bellerephon, we make thee next our selfe
Of state in Arges: Danaus you shall hence,
To cheere our mother in these glad reports,
And to succeed Pelonnus: but first stay,
Rights due to us ere we the state can sway.
Homer
Alacke! earths ioyes are but short-lvi'd, and last
But like a puffe of breath which (thus) is past.
Acrisius in his fortresse lives retir'd,
Kept with a strong guard: Perseus reignes sole King,
Who in himselfe one sad night long desir'd
To see his grand-sire some gladnewes to bring,
Whom the stearne warders (in the night) unknowne,
Seeke to keepe backe, whence all his griefe is growne.
A dumbe shew.
Enter 6 warders, “to them Perseus, Danaus, Bellerephon and Andromeda. Perseus takes his leave of them to go towards the tower: the warders repulse him, he drawes his sword. In the tumult enter Acrisius to pacifie them, and in the hurly-burly is slaine by Perseus, who laments his death. To them Bellerephon and the rest: Perseus makes Bellerephon King of Arges, and with Danaus and Andromeda departs.
Homer
Perseus repulst, the stardy Warder strikes,
This breeds a tumult, out their weapons flye,
Acrisius heares their clamours and their shrikes,
And downe descends this broyle to pacifie;
Not knowing whence it growes: and in this brall,
Acrisius by his grand-childes hand doth fall.
The Oracle's fulfil'd, hee's turn'd to stone,
That's to his marble grave, by Danaes sonne;
Which in the Prince breeds such lament and mone,
That longer there to reigne hee'l not be wonne:
But first Bellerephon he will invest,
And after makes his travels towards the East.
Of Iupiter now deifi'd and made
Supreme of all the Gods, we next proceed:
Your suppositions now must lend us ayd,
That he can all things (as a God indeed.)
Our sceane is Thebes: here faire Alcmena dwels,
Her husband in his warfare thrives abroad,
And by his chivalry his foes expels.
He absent, now descends th'Olimpicke God,
Innamored of Alcmena, and trans-shapes
Himselfe into her husband: Ganimed
He makes assistant in his amorous rapes,
Whil'st he preferres the earth 'fore Iunoes bed.
Lend us your wonted patience without scorne,
To finde how Hercules was got and borne.
Enter Amphitrio with two Captaines and Socia with drum and colours: hee brings in the head of a crowned King, sweares the Lords to the obeysance of Thebes. They present him with a standing bowle, which hee lockes in a Casket, and sending his man with a letter before to his wife, with news of his victory. He with his followers, and Blepharo the maister of the ship, marcheth after.
Homer
Creon that now reignes here, the Theban King,
Alcmenaes husband great Amphitrio made
His Generall, who to his Lord doth bring
His enimies head that did his land invade.
Thinke him returning home, but sends before
By letters to acquaint his beauteous wife
Of his successe, himselfe in sight of shore
Must land this night: where many a doubtfull strife
Amongst them growes, but Iove himselfe discends,
Cuts off my speech, and heere my Chorus ends.
Thunder and lightning. Iupiter discends in a cloude.
Iupiter
Earth before heaven, we once more have preferd:
Beauty that workes into the hearts of Gods:
As it hath power to mad the thoughts of men,
So even in us it hath attraction.
The faire Alcmena like the Sea-mans Starre
Shooting her glistering beauty up to heaven,
Hath puld from thence the olimpick Iupiter
By vertue of thy raies, let Iuno skold,
And with her clamours fill the eares of heaven,
Let her bee like a Bachinall in rage,
And through our christall pallace breath exclaimes,
With her quicke feete the galaxia weare,
And with inquisitive voice search through the Spheares.
Shee shall not find us here, or should she see us,
Can shee distinguish us being thus transhapt?
Where's Ganimed? we sent him to survey
Amphitrioes Pallace, where we meane to lodge
Enter Ganimed shapt like Socia.
In happy time return'd: now Socia.
Ganimed
Indeed that's my name, as sure
As your's is Amphitrio.
Iupiter
Three nights I have put in one to take our fill
Of daliance with this beauteous Theban dame.
A powerfull charme is cast or'e Phœbus eies:
Who sleepes this night within the euxine sea,
And till the third day shall forget his charge
To mount the golden chariot of the Sunne,
The Antipodes to us, shall have a day
Of three daies length. Now at this houre is fought
By Iosua Duke unto the Hebrew Nation,
(Who are indeede the Antipodes to us)
His famous battle 'gainst the Cananites,
And at his orison the Sunne stands still,
That he may have there slaughter, Ganimed
Go knocke and get us entrance.
Exit Iupiter.
Ganimed
Before I knocke, let mee a little determine with my selfe, If I be accessary to Iupiter in his amorous purpose, I am little better then a parcell guilt baud, but must excuse my selfe thus, Ganimed is now not Ganimed, And if this imputation be put upon mee, let it light upon Socia, whom I am now to personate; but I am too long in the Prologue of this merry play we are to act, I will knocke, and the Servingmen shall enter.
1. Servingman
Who knocks so late?
Ganimed
Hee that must in, open for Socia,
Who brings you newes home of the Theban warres.
2. Servingman
Socia returned.
Enter 3 Servingmen.
3. Servingman
Unhurt, unslaine?
Ganimed
Even as you see, and how, and how?
1. Servingman
Socia? let me have an armefull of thee.
Ganimed
Armefuls, and handfuls too, my boyes.
2. Servingman
The news, the news, how doth my Lord Amphitrio?
Ganimed
Nay, how doth my Lady Alcmena, some of you cary her word my Lord will be heere presently.
1. Servingman
I'le be the messenger of these glad newes.
2. Servingman
I'le have a hand in't too.
3. Servingman
I'le not be last.
Exeunt Servingmen.
Ganimed
They are gone to informe their Lady, who will bee ready to intertaine a counterfeite Lord, Iupiter is preparing himselfe to meet Alcmena, Alcmena, she to encounter Iupiter, her beauty hath inchanted him, his metamorphosis must beguile her: al's put to proofe, I'le into furnish my Lord whilst my fellow servants attend their Lady: they come.
Enter at one dore Alcmena, Thessula, 4 Servingmen; at the other Iupiter shapt like Amphitrio to Ganimed.
Alcmena
But are you sure you spake with Socia?
And did hee tell you of Amphitrioes health?
1. Servingman
Madam, I assure you, wee spake with Socia, and my L. Amphitrio will be here instantly.
Alcmena
Usher me in a costly banquet straight
To entertaine my Lord, let all the windowes
Glister with lights like starres, cast sweete perfumes
To breath to heaven their odoriferous aires,
And tell the Gods my husband's safe return'd,
If you be sure 'twas Socia.
2. Servingman
Madam take my life, if it be not true.
Alcmena
Then praise be to the highest Iupiter,
Whose powerfull arme gave strength unto my Lord
To worke his safety through these dangerous warres,
Hang with our richest workes our chambers round,
And let the roome wherein we rest to night,
Flow with no lesse delight, then Iuno's bed
When in her armes she claspeth Iupiter,
Iupiter
I'le fill thy bed with more delighfull sweetes,
Then when with Mars the Ciprian Venus meetes.
Alcmena
See how you stir for odours, lights, choise cates,
Spices, and wines, is not Amphitrio comming
With honour from the warres? where's your attendance?
Sweete waters, costly ointments, pretious bathes,
Let me have all, for tast, touch, smell, and fight,
All his five senses wee will feast this night.
Iupiter
'Tis time to appeare, Alcmena:
Alcmena
My deere Lord.
Ganimed
It workes, it workes, now for Iuno to set a
Skold betweene them.
A banquet brought in.
Alcmena
Oh may these armes that guarded Thebes and us,
Be ever thus my girdle, that in them
I may live ever safe, welcome Amphitrio
A banquet, lights, attendance; good my Lord
Tell mee your warres discourse.
Iupiter
Sit faire Alcmena.
Alcmena
Proceede my dearest love.
Iupiter
I as great Generall to the Theban King,
March't gainst the Teleboans: who make head
And offer us encounter: both our Armies
Are cast in forme, well fronted, sleeeu'd and wing'd
Wee throw our vowes to heaven, the Trumpets sound,
The battels signall, now beginnes the incursions,
The earth beneath our armed burdens groanes,
Shootes from each side reverberat gainst heaven,
With Arrowes and with Darts the aire growes darke
And now confusion ruffles, Heere the shoutes
Of Victors sound, there groanes of death are heard,
Slaughter on all sides; still our eminent hand
Towers in the aire a victor, whilst the enemy
Have their despoyled helmets crown'd in dust.
Wee stand, they fall, yet still King Ptelera
Strives to make head, and with a fresh supply
Takes up the mid-field: him Amphitrio fronts
With equall armes, wee the two Generals
Fight hand to hand, but Iove omnipotent
Gave me his life and head, which we to morrow
Must give to King Creon.
Alcmena
All my orisons
Fought on your side, and with their powerfull weight,
Added unto the ponder of your sword,
To make it heauy on the Burgonet
Of slaughtered Ptelera.
Iupiter
I for my reward,
Had by the Subiects of that conquered King
A golden cup presented, the choice boule
In which the slaughtered Tyrant us'd to quaffe. Socia.
Ganimed
My Lord.
Iupiter
The cup, see faire Alcmena.
Ganimed
This cup Mercury stole out of Amphitrioes cas-
ket, but al's one as long as it is truely delivered.
Alcmena
In this rich boule I'le onely quaffe your health,
Or use, when to the Gods I sacrifice.
Is our chamber ready?
Iupiter
Gladly I'de to bed,
Where I will mix with kisses my discourse,
And tell the whole proiect.
Alcmena
Mirth abound,
Through all these golden roofes let musicke sound,
To charme my Lord to soft and downy rest.
Iupiter
Come light us to our sheetes.
Alcmena
Amphitrioes head
Shall heere be pillowed, light's then and to bed.
Exeunt with Torches.
Ganimed
Alas poore Amphitrio I pitty thee that art to be made cuckold against thy wives will, she is honest in her worst dishonesty, and chast in the superlative degree of inchastity: but I am set heere to keepe the gate: now to my office.
Enter Socia with a letter.
Socia
Heere's a night of nights, I thinke the Moone stands stil and all the Stars are a sleepe, he that drives Charles wayne is taking a nap in his cart, for they are all at a stand, this night hath bene as long as two nights already, and I
thinke 'tis now entring on the third; I am glad yet that out of this utter darkenes I am come to see lights in my Ladies
Pallace: there will be simple newes for her when I shall tell her my Lord is comming home.
Ganimed
'Tis Socia and Amphitrioes man, sent before to tell his Lady of her husband, I must prevent him.
Socia
This night will never have an end, he that hath hired a wench to lie with him all this night, hath time enough I thinke to take his peny worths, but I'le knocke.
Gan.
I charge thee not to knock here least thou be knocked.
Socia
What not at my Maisters gate.
Ganimed
I charge thee once more, tell mee whose thou art?
whether thou goest, and wherefore thou commest?
Socia
Hither I go, I serve my Maister, and come to speak with my Lady, what art thou the wiser? nay, if thou beest a good fellow let me passe by thee.
Ganimed
Whom dost thou serve?
Socia
I serve my Lord Amphitrio, and am sent in hast to my Lady Alcmena.
Ganimed
Thy name?
Socia
Socia.
Ganimed
Base counterfeit take that, can you not be content to come sneaking to one's house in the night, to rob it, but you must likewise rob me of my name?
Socia
Thy name, why, what's thy name?
Ganimed
Socia.
Socia
Socia, and whom dost thou serve?
Ganimed
My Lord Amphitrio chiefe of the Theban Legions,
and my Lady Alcmena, but what's that to thee?
Socia
Ha, ha, That's a good iest, but do you heare, If you
be Socia my Lord Amphitrioes man, and my Lady Alcmenaes,
Where dost thou lie.
Ganimed
Where do I lie? why in the Porters Lodge.
Socia
You are decevi'd, you lie in your throate, there's
but one Socia belongs to this house, and that am I.
Ganimed
Lie slave, and wilt out-face mee from my name?
I'le use you like your selfe a counterfeit,
Beats him.
What art thou? speake?
Socia
I cannot tell.
Ganimed
Whom dost thou serve?
Socia
The time.
Ganimed
Thy name?
Socia
Nothing.
Ganimed
Thy businesse?
Socia
To bee beaten.
Ganimed
And what am I?
Socia
What you will.
Ganimed
Am not I Socia?
Socia
If you be not, I would you were so, to be beaten in my place.
Ganimed
I knew my L. had no servant of that name but me.
Socia
Shall I speake a few coole words, and bar buffeting.
Ganimed
Speake freely.
Socia
You will not strike.
Ganimed
Say on.
Socia
I am the party you wot off, I am Socia, you may strike if you will, but in beating me (if you be Socia) I assure you, you shall but beate your selfe.
Ganimed
The fellowes mad.
Socia
Mad, am I not newly landed? sent hither by my Maister? Is not this our house? Do I not speake? Am I not awake? Am I not newly beaten? Do I not feele it still? And shall I doubt I am not my selfe? come, come, I'le in and doe my message.
Ganimed
Sirrah, I have indured you with much impatience,
Wilt thou make me beleeve I am not Socia?
Was not our ships launcht out off the Persicke haven?
Did I not land this night?
Have we not won the Towne where King Ptelera raign'd?
Have we not orethrowne the Teleboans?
Did not my Lord Amphitrio kill the King hand to hand?
And did hee not send mee this night with a letter to certify my Lady Alcmena of all these newes.
Socia
I beginne to mistrust my selfe, all this is as true as if I had told it my selfe; but Il'e try him further: What did the Teleboans present my Lord with after the victory.
Ganimed
With a golden cuppe in which the King himselfe us'd to quaffe.
Socia
Where did I put it.
Ganimed
That I know not, but I put it into a casket, sign'd by my Lords Signet.
Socia
And what's the Signet?
Ganimed
The Sun rising from the East in his Chariot,
But do you come to undermine me you slave?
Socia
I must go seeke some other name, I am halfe hang'd already, for my good name is lost; once more resolve me, if thou canst tell me what I did alone I will resigne thee my name: if thou bee'st Socia, when the battles began to ioyne, as soone as they beganne to skirmish, what didst thou?
Ganimed
As soone as they began to fight I began to runne.
Socia
Whither?
Ganimed
Into my Lords tent, and their hid mee under a bed.
Socia
I am gone, I am gone, somebody for charity sake either lend mee or give me a name, for this I have lost by the way, and now I looke better on he, me; or I, hee; as he hath got my name, hee hath got my shape, countenance, stature, and everything so right, that he can bee no other then I my owne selfe; but when I thinke that I am I, the same I ever was, know my Maister, his house, have sence, feeling, and understanding, know my message, my businesse, why should I not in to deliver my letter to my Lady.
Ganimed
That letter is delivered by my hand.
My Lady knowes all, and expects her Lord,
And I her servant Socia am set heere
To keepe such idle raskals from the gate,
Then leave mee, and by faire meanes, or I'le send thee leglesse, or armelesse hence.
Socia
Nay, thou hast rob'd me of enough already, I would bee loath to loose my name and limbes both in one night: where have I miscaried? where bene chang'd? Did I not leave my selfe behind in the ship when I came away, I'le even backe to my Maister and see if hee know mee, if hee know me, if he call me Socia, and will beare me out in't, Il'e come backe and do my message, spight of him saies nay, Farewell selfe.
Exit.
Ganimed
This obstacle, the father of more troubles
I have put off, and kept him from disturbance
In their adulterate pastimes, faire Alcmena
Is great already by Amphitrio
And neere her time, and if shee prove by Iupiter
He by his power and God-hood will contract
Both births in one, to make her throwes the lesse:
And at one instant shee shall child two issues,
Be got by Iove and by Amphitrio.
The house by this long charm'd by Hermes rod
Are stirring and Iove glutted with delights,
Ready to take his leave, through satiate
With amourous dalliance: parting's not so sweet
Betweene our lovers, as when first they meet.
Enter Iupiter, Alcmena, and the servants.
Iupiter
My deerest love fare-well, we Generals
Cannot be absent from our charges long:
I stole from th'Army to repose with thee,
And must before the Sunne mount to his Chariot,
Be there againe.
Alcmena
My Lord, you come at midnight,
And you make haste too, to be gone ere morne,
You rise before your bed be throughly warme.
Iupiter
Fairest of our Theban Dames, accuse me not,
I left the charge of Souldiers to report
The fortune of our battailes first to thee:
Which should the campe know, they would lay on me
A grieuous imputation, that the beauty
Of my faire wife, can with Amphitrio more
Then can the charge of legions. As my comming
Was secret and conceal'd, so my returne,
Which shall be short and sudden.
Alcmena
That I feare,
Better I had to keepe you beeing here.
Iupiter
Nay part we must sweet Lady, dry your teares.
Alcmena
You'l make my minuts months, and daies seeme yeares.
Iupiter
Your businesse ere we part?
Alcmena
Onely to pray
You will make haste, not be too long away. Fare-well.
Iupiter
Fare-well. Come Ganimed, 'tis done,
And faire Alcmena sped with a yong sonne.
Exit.
Enter Amphitrio, Socia, two Captaines with attendants.
Amphitrio
Oh Gentlemen, was ever man thus crost?
So strangely flowted by an abiect groome?
That either dreames, or's mad: one that speakes nothing
Sauing impossibilities, and meerely
False and absurd. Thus thou art here, and there,
With me, at home, and at one instant both,
In vaine are these delirements, and to me
Most deeply incredible.
Socia
I am your owne, you may use me as you please: One would thinke I had lost inough already, to loose my name, and shape, and now to loose your fauour too. Oh!
1. Captaine
Fye Socia, you too much forget your selfe,
And 'tis beyond all sufferance in your Lord,
To use no violent hand.
Socia
You may say what you will, but a truth is a truth.
2. Captaine
But this is neither true nor probable,
That this one body can deuide it selfe,
And be in two set places. Fie Socia, fie.
Socia
I tell you as it is.
Amphitrio
Slave of all slaves the basest: urge me not,
Persist in these absurdities, and I vow
To cut thy tongue out, have thee scourg'd and beaten,
Il'e have thee flay'd.
Socia
You may so, you may as well take my skin as another take my name and phisnomy: all goes one way.
Amphitrio
Tell ore thy tale againe, make it more plaine.
Pray gentlemen your eares.
Socia
Then as I sayd before, so I say still: I am at home; do you heare? I am heare: do you see? I spake with my Lady at home; yet could not come in at the gate to see her: I delivered her your letter, and yet have it still in my hand. Is not this plaine? do you understand me? I am neither mad nor drunke but what I speake is in sober sadnesse.
1. Captaine
Fie Socia, fie, thou art much, too much too blame.
2.Captaine
How dare you tempt your maisters patience thus?
Amphitrio
Thinke not to scape thus: yet once more resolve me
And faithfully: Do'st thou thinke it possible
Thou canst be here and there? Be sencible,
And tell me Socia.
Socia
'Tis possible; nor blame I you to wonder: for it marvels me as much as any heere: Nor did I beleeve that Hee, my owne selfe, that is at home, till hee did conuince me with arguments, told me every thing I did at the siege, remembred my arrand better then my selfe: Nor is water more like to water, nor milke to milke, then that He and I are to me and him: For when you sent me home about midnight—
Amphitrio
What then?
Socia
I stood there to keepe the gate a great while before I came at it.
Captaine
The fellow's mad.
Socia
I am as you see.
Amphitrio
He hath been strooke by some malevolent hand.
Socia
Nay that's certaine: for I have been soundly beaten.
Amphitrio
Who beat thee.
Socia
I my owne selfe that am at home, how oft shall I tell you?
Amphitrio
Sirrah, wee'l owe you this. Now gentlemen
You that have beene co-partners in our warres,
Shall now co-part our welcome: we will visite
Our beauteous wife; with whom (our businesse ended)
We have leasure to conferre.
Enter Alcmena with her servants and Mayd.
Alcmena
Have you took down those hangings that were plac'd
To entertaine my Lord?
1. Servant
Madame they are.
Alcmena
And is our private bed-chamber dis-roab'd
Of all her beauty? to looke ruinous,
Till my Lords presence shall repair't againe.
2. Servant
'Tis done as you directed.
Alcmena
Every chamber,
Office and roome, shall in his absence looke,
As if they mist their maister, and beare part
With mee in my resembled widow-hood.
3. Servant
That needs not madame: See my Lord's return'd.
Alcmena
And made such haste to leave me: I misdoubt
Some tricke in this: It is distrust or feare
Of my prou'd vertue: value it at best,
'T can be no lesse then idle iealousie.
Amphitrio
See bright Alcmena, with my sudden greeting,
Il'e rap her soule to heaven, and make her surfet
With ioyes aboundance. Beauteous Lady see
Amphitrio return'd a Conquerour,
Glad to unfold in his victorious armes
Thy nine-moneth absent body, whose ripe birth
Swels with such beauty in thy constant wombe.
How cheeres my Lady?
Alcmena
So, so, wee'l do to her your kinde commends,
You may make bold to play upon your friends.
Amphitrio
Ha, what language call you this, that seemes to me
Past understanding? I conceive it not,
I reioyce to see you wife.
Alcmena
Yet shals have more?
You do but now, as you have done before.
Pray flowt me still, and do your selfe that right,
To tell that ore you told me yester-night.
Amphitrio
What yesternight? Alcmena this your greeting
Distastes me. I but now, now, with these gentlemen
Landed at Thebes, and came to do my love
To thee, before my duty to my King.
This strangenesse much amazeth me.
Socia
We have found one Socia, but we are like to loose an Amphitrio.
Alcmena
Shall I be plaine my Lord? I take it ill,
That you, whom I recevi'd late yester-night,
Gave you my freest welcome, feasted you,
Lodg'd you, and but this morning, two houres since
Tooke leave of you with teares, that your returne
So sudden, should be furnisht with such scorne.
Amphitrio
Gentlemen, I feare the madnesse of my man
Is fled into her braine, be these my witnesse,
I am but newly landed: witnesse these
With whom I have not parted.
1. Captaine
In this we needs must take our Generals part,
And witnesse of his side.
Alcmena
And bring you witnesse to suggest your wrongs,
Against you two I can oppose all these.
Recevi'd I not Amphitrio yester-night?
1. Servant
I assure you my Lord remember your selfe, you were here yester-nighr.
All
'Tis most certaine.
Amphitrio
These villaines all are by my wife suborn'd,
To seeke to mad me. Gentlemen pray list,
Wee'l give this errour scope: Pray at what time
Gave you me entertainement the last night?
Alcmena
As though you know not? Well, Il'e fit your humor,
And tell you what you better know then I.
At mid-night.
Amphitrio
At mid-night: Pray observe that Gentlemen,
At mid-night we were in discourse a boord
Of my Commission.
2. Captaine
I remembr't well.
Amphitrio
What did we then at mid-night?
Alcmena
Sate to banquet.
1. Servant
Where I waited.
2. Servant
So did we all.
Amphitrio
And I was there at banquet.
3. Servant
Your Lordship's merry: do you make a question of that?
Alcmena
At banquet you discourst the Inter-view Betweene the Theleboans and your hoast.
Amphitrio
Belike then you can tell us our successe,
Ere we that are the first to bring these newes
Can utter it.
Alcmena
Your Lordship's pleasant still.
The battailes ioyn'd, cryes past on either side,
Long was the skirmish doubtfull, till the Thebans
Opprest the Theleboans: but the battaile
Was by the King renewed: who face to face
And hand to hand, met with Amphitrio:
You fought, and arme to arme in single combat,
Troad on his head a Victor.
Amphitrio
How came you by this?
Alcmena
As though you told it not.
Amphitrio
Well then, after banquet?
Alcmena
We kist, embrac'd, our chamber was made ready.
Amphitrio
And then?
Alcmena
To bed we went.
Amphitrio
And there?
Alcmena
You slept in these my armes.
Amphitrio
Strumpet, no more.
Madnesse and impudence contend in thee,
Which shall afflict me most.
Alcmena
Your iealousie
And this imposterous wrong, heapes on me inviries
More then my sex can beare: you had best deny
The gift you gave me too.
Amphitrio
Oh heaven! what gift?
Alcmena
The golden Cup the Theleboans King
Us'd still to quaffe in.
Amphitrio
Indeed I had such purpose,
But that I keepe safe lock't. Shew me the bowle.
Alcmena
Thessala, the standing cup Amphitrio gave me
Last night at banquet, ther's the key.
Thessala
I shall.
1. Captaine
My Lord, ther's much amazement in the opening of these strange doubts, the more you seeke to unfold them, the more they pusle us.
2. Captaine
How came she by the notice
And true recitall of the battailes fortune?
Amphitrio
That hath this villaine told her, on my life.
Soc.
Not I, I disclaime it, unlesse it were my tother selfe, I have no hand in it.
Enter Thessala with the cup.
Thessala
Madame, the bowle.
Alcmena
Restor't Amphitrio,
I am not worthy to be trusted with it.
Amphitrio
The forme, the mettal, and the graving too.
'Tis somwhat strange. Socia, the casket streight.
Socia
Here sir.
Amphitrio
What, is my signet safe?
Socia
Untouch't.
Amphitrio
Then will I shew her streight that bowle
The Theleboans gave me. Wher's my key?
Socia
Here sir. This is the strangest that ere I heard, I Socia have begot another Socia, my Lord Amphitrio hath begot another Amphitrio. Now, if this golden bowle have begot another golden bowle, we shall be all twin'd and doubled.
Amphitrio
Behold an empty casket.
Alcmena
This notwithstanding you deny your gift,
Our meeting, banquet, and our sportfull night.
Your mornings parting.
Amphitrio
All these I deny
As falce, and past all nature, yet this goblet
Breeds in me wonder, with the true report
Of our warres proiect: But I am my selfe
New landed with these Captaines, and my men,
Deny all banquets and affaires of bed,
Which thou shalt deerely answere.
Alcmena
Aske your servants
If I mis-say in ought.
1. Servant
My Lord, there is nothing said by my Lady, but we are eye-witnesses of, and will iustifie on our oathes.
Amphitrio
And will you tempt me still?
Socia, run to the ship, bring me the maister,
And he shall with these Captaines iustifie
On my behalfe, whilst I revenge my selfe
On these falce servants, that support their Lady
In her adulterous practise. Villaines, dogges.
1. Captaine
Patience my Lord.
Amphitrio beats in his men. Exit.
Alcmena
Nay let him still proceed,
That having kild them, I may likewise bleed.
His frensie is my death, life I despise,
These are the fruits of idle iealousies.
Yonder he comes againe,
Enter Iupiter.
So soone appeas'd,
And from his fury: I shall nere forget
This iniury, till I have paid his debt.
Iupiter
What sad Alcmena? Pre'thee pardon me,
'Twas but my humour, and I now am sorry.
Nay whither turn'st thou?
Alcmena
All the wit I have,
I must expresse: borne to be made a slave:
I wonder you can hold your hands, not strike,
If I a strumpet be, and wrong your bed,
Why doth not your rude hand assault this head?
Iupiter
Oh my sweet wife, of what I did in sport,
Condemne me not: If needs, then chide me for't.
Alcmena
Was it because I was last night to free
Of courteous dalliance, that you iniure me?
Was I too lavish of my love? Next night
Feare not, Il'e keepe you short of your delight:
Il'e learne to keepe you off, and seeme more coy,
You shall no more swim in excesse of ioy,
Looke for't hereafter.
Iupiter
Punish me I pray.
Alcmena
Give me my dower and Il'e be gone away:
Leave you to your harsh humors, and base strife,
Onely the honour of a vertuous wife
Il'e beare along; my other substance keepe:
For in a widowed bed Il'e henceforth sleepe.
Iupiter
By this right hand, which you Amphitrio owe,
My wrongs henceforth shall nere afflict you so.
Speake, are we friends? By this soft kisse I sweare,
No Lady lviing is to me like deare.
These nuptiall brawles oft-times more love beget:
The ravishing pleasures, when last night we met
We will redouble. These hands shall not part
Till we be reconcil'd.
Alcmena
You have my heart; nor can my anger last.
Iupiter
Faire love then smile.
Enter Blepharo and Socia.
And let our lips our hearts thus reconcile.
Blepharo
Thou tel'st me wonders.
Socia
I assure you there are two Socia's, and for ought I can heare, there are two Amphitrio's: we were in hope to have two golden bowles. Now if your ship can get two maisters, you wil be simply furnish't to sea. But see my Lord and my Lady are friends; let us be partakers of their reconcilement.
Blepharo
Haile to the generall: you sent to me my Lord.
Iupiter
True Blepharo:
But things are well made even, and we attoned,
Your chiefest businesse is to feast with us.
Attend us Socia. Faire Alcmena now
We are both one, combin'd by oath and vow.
Exeunt.
Socia
Ther's musicke in this: If they feast Il'e feast with them, and make my belly amends for all the blowes recevi'd
upon my backe.
Enter Ganimed.
Ganimed
Iupiter and Alcmena are entred at the backe gate, whil'st Amphitrio is beating his servants out at the foregate. Als in up-rore: I do but watch to see him out in the street, to shut the gates against him. But yonder is Socia, I'le passe by him without speaking.
Socia
I should have seene your face when I have look't my
selfe in a glasse, your sweet phisnomy, should be of my ac-
quaintance: I will not passe him without Conge.
They passe with many strange Conges.
Enter Amphitrio, beating before him his servants, the two Captaines, they meet with Ganimed.
Amphitrio
Villaines, dogges, divels.
1. Captaine
Noble Generall.
Amphitrio
These wrongs are too indigne. Socia return'd?
Where's Blepharo?
Ganimed
I have sought him a boord; but he is in the Citty to
see some of his friends, and will not returne till dinner.
Now for a tricke to shut the gates upon him.
Exit.
Amphitrio
Patience, if thou hast any power on earth,
Infuse it here, or I these hypocrites,
These base suggesters of their Ladies wrongs,
Shall to the death pursue.
2. Captaine
Finde for their punishment
Some more deliberate season: sleepe upon't,
And by an order more direct and plaine
Void of this strange confusion, censure them.
Amphitrio
Sir, you advise well, I will qualify
This heate of rage: now I have beate them forth
Let's in and see my wife, Socia stolne hence
And the gates shut, let's knocke.
Knockes, enter Ganimed above.
Ganimed
What Ruffin's that that knocks? you thinke belike
the nailes of our dores are as sawcy as your selfe, that they
neede beating.
Amphitrio
Socia I am thy Lord Amphitrio.
Ganimed
You are a fooles head of your owne, are you not?
Amphitrio
Ruffin and foole.
Ganimed
Take coxcombe and asse along, if you bee not satisfied.
Amphitrio
Do you condemne me now, pray Gentlemen
Do me but right, have I iust cause to rage?
Can you that have perswaded mee to peace
Brooke this? oh for some battering engine heere
To race my Pallace walles, or some iron Ramme
To plant against these gates,
Ganimed
Sirrah, I'le make you eate these words, stay but
till I come downe, I'le send you thence with a vengeance, I
am now comming, looke to't, I'le tickle you with your
counterfeit companions there.
Exit.
1. Captaine
This is too much, 'tis not to be indured.
Amphitrio
I wish of heaven to have no longer life then
once more to behold him, hee shall pay for all the rest.
2. Captaine
He promist to come downe.
Enter Socia and Blepharo.
1. Captaine
And I thinke hee will, for harke, I heare the gates open.
Amphitrio
Forbeare a little, note the villaines humor.
Socia
Al's quiet within, I'le go helpe to fetch my Lords stuffe from ship, but see, hee's out of the gates before us, which way came hee?
Blepharo
Hee hath made hast.
Socia
I thinke he hath crept through the key-hole.
Amphitrio
Nay, I'le be patient feare not, note my humor: Socia.
Socia
My Lord.
Amphitrio
My honest Blepharo I'le talke with you anone, my faithfull servant, who past this house to you, that you have
power to keepe the Maister out? tell me, what know you by your faire Mistresse, that you call your Lord coxcombe and asse, (nay I am patient still) Amphitrioes name is heere forgot, foole, ruffin are nothing, them I pardon, now you are downe, when do you beate me head-long from the gate, and these my counterfeit companions hence.
Socia
Who I, I, is your Lordship as wise as God might have made you, I
Amphitrio
You see we are here still, when doe you strike, what? not: Then I'le beginne with you.
Blepharo
Amphitrio.
Socia
My Lord's mad, helpe Gentlemen.
Blepharo
If you be Gentlemen and love Amphitrio,
Or if you know me to be Blepharo
Your Maister that transported you by sea
Give not this madnesse scope, upon my credit
Socia is guiltlesse of this falce surmise.
Amphitrio
Is Blepharo turn'd mad too.
Blepharo
Generall no,
It pitties me that left you late so milde
And in such peacefull conference with your wise
So suddenly to finde you lunaticke,
Pray helpe to bind him Gentlemen.
Amphitrio
So, so, am I abus'd or no, speake fellow souldiers.
1. Captaine
Insufferable, and yet forbeare your rage,
Breath, breath, upon't and find some other leasure
These errors to determine.
Enter Iupiter, Alcmena, Ganimed before, all the servants running fearefully.
Amphitrio
Well, I will.
Socia
Yonder's my brother, my same selfe.
Blepharo
Two Socia's, two Amphitrioes.
1. Captaine
Coniuring, witch-craft.
Iupiter
Friends and my fellow souldiers, you have dealt
Unfriendly with mee, to besiedge my house
With these exclaimes, to bring Imposters hither.
Is there no law in Thebes? will Creon suffer me
For all my service, to be iniur'd thus?
Amphitrio
Bee'st thou infernall hagge, or fiend incarnate, I coniure thee.
Iupiter
Friends, I appeale to you:
When have you knowne me mad? when rage and rave?
Shall my humanity and mildnesse thus
Be recompenst? to be out-brau'd, out-fac'd
By some deluding Fairy? To have my servants
Beat from my gates? my Generall house disturb'd,
My wife full growne, and groaning, ready now
To inuoke Lucina, to be check't and scorn'd?
Examine all my deeds, Amphitrioes mildnesse
Had never reference to this Iuglers rage.
1. Captaine
Sure this is the Generall, he was ever a milde Gentleman: Il'e follow him.
2. Captaine
There can be but one Amphitrio, and this appeares to be he by his noble carriage.
Blepharo
This is that Amphitrio I conducted by sea:
1. Servant
My Lord was never mad-man. This shall be my maister.
All
And mine.
Alcmena
This is my husband.
Socia
Il'e even make bold to go with the best.
Ganimed
Soft sir, the true Socia must goe with the true Amphitrio.
Amphitrio
Oh thou omnipotent thunder! strike Amphitrio,
And free me from this labyrinth.
Iupiter
Gentlemen,
My house is free to you; onely debar'd
These Counterfets: These gates that them exclude,
Stand open to you: Enter, and taste our bounty,
Attend us. 'Lasse poore Amphitrio,
I must confesse I do thee too much wrong,
To keep thee in these maze of doubts so long;
Which here shall end: For Iuno I espy,
Who all our amorous pastimes sees from hye:
As she descends, so must I mount the spheares
To stop her, lest she thunder in our eares.
Exeunt all but Amphitrio and Socia.
Amphitrio
What art thou?
Socia
Nay, what art thou?
Amphitrio
I am not my selfe.
Socia
You would not beleeve me when I sayd I was not my selfe: why should I beleeve you?
Amphitrio
Art thou Socia?
Socia
That's more then I can resolve you: for the world is growne so dangerous, a man dares scarce make bold with his owne name; but I am he was sent with a letter to my Lady.
Amphitrio
And I am he that sent thee with that letter,
Yet dare not say I am Amphitrio;
My wife, house, friends, my servants all deny me.
Socia
You, have reason to love me the better, since none
stickes to you but I.
Amphitrio
Let all yon starry structure from his basses
Shrinke to the earth, that the whole face of heaven
Falling upon forlorne Amphitrio,
May like a marble monumentall stone,
Lye on me in my grave Eternall sleepe
Cast a nocturnall filme before these eyes,
That they may nere more gaze upon yon heavens,
That have beheld my shame: or sleepe or death
Command me shut these opticke windowes in:
My braine is coffin'd in a bed of lead,
'Tis cold and heauy; be my pillow Socia:
For I must sleepe.
Socia
And so must I, pray make no noyse, for waking me or my maister.
They sleepe.
Iuno and Iris descend from the heavens.
Iuno
Iris away, I have found th'adulterer now:
Since Mercury faire Ioe's keeper slew,
The hundred-eyed Argus, I have none
To dogge and watch him when he leaves the heavens.
No sooner did I misse him, but I sought
Heaven, sea, and earth: I brib'd the sunne by day,
And starres by night; but all their iealous eyes
He with thicke mists hath blinded, and so scap't.
Iris my Raine-bow threw her circle round,
If he had beene on earth, to have clasp't him in,
And kept him in the circle of her armes
Till she had cal'd for Iuno: But her search
He soone deluded in his slye trans-shapes.
And till I saw here two Amphitrioes,
I had not once suspected him in Thebes.
Roab'd all in wrath, and clad in scarlet fury,
I come to be aveng'd upon that strumpet
That durst presume to adulterate Iunoes bed.
Pull me from heaven (faire Iris) a blacke cloud,
From which Il'e fashion me a beldams shape,
And such a powerfull charme Il'e cast on her,
As that her bastard-brats shall nere be borne;
But make her wombe their Tombes. Iris away.
Iris
I flye Madame.
Exit Iris.
Iuno
No, these are mortals, and not them I seeke.
I feare me if he heare of me in Thebes,
He (with his Minion) streight will mount the heavens.
But let him seat him on the loftiest spire
Heaven hath: or place me in the lowest of hell,
Il'e reach him with my clamours.
Socia
Hey-ho, now am I dream'd of a scold.
Enter Iris with a habit.
Iuno
But Iris is return'd: Rage, feast thy fill,
Till I the mother sley, the bastards kill.
Exit Iuno.
Thunder and lightning. All the servants run out of the house affrighted, the two Captains and Blepharo, Amphitrio and Socia amazedly awake: Iupiter appeares in his glory under a Raine-bow, to whom they all kneele.
Iupiter
The Thunderer, Thunderers, and the Lord of feare,
Bids thee not feare at all Amphitrio.
Iove, that against the Theleboans gave thee
The palme of Conquest, and hath crown'd thy browes
With a victorious wreath, commands thy peace
With faire Alcmena, she that never bosom'd
Mortall, save thee; The errours of thy servants
Forbeare to punish, as forgot by us,
And finde us to thy prayers propicious.
Thy wife full growne, inuokes Lucinaes ayd:
Send in to cheare her in her painefull throwes.
Hers, and thy Orisons wee'l beare to heaven;
And they in all your greatest doubts and feares,
Shall have accesse to our immortall eares.
Amphitrio
Iove is our patron, and his power our awe,
His maiesty our wonder: will, our law.
Iupiter
Our Act thus ends, we would have all things even,
Smile you on earth whilst we reioyce in heaven.
Enter Homer one way, Iuno another.
Homer
Behold where Iuno comes, and with a spell
Shuts up the wombe by which Ioves sonne must passe:
For whilst shee Crosse-leg'd sits (as old wives tell,
And with clutch't hands) there is no way alas
For faire Alcmena's childing. All those wives
That heare her painfull throwes, are in dispaire:
Yet in her wombe the Iove-bred Issue strives:
Three dayes are past, her paines still greater are.
But note a womans wit, though Iuno smile.
A Beldams braine the Goddesse shall beguile.
Iuno
Ha, ha! Now Iove with thy omnipotence,
Make (if thou canst) way for thy bastards birth,
Whose passage I thus binde, and in this knot
Which till their deaths, shall never be dissolu'd,
I have power to strangle all the charmes of hell.
Nor powers of heaven shall streight me, till the deaths
Of yon adulteresse and her mechall brats.
Laugh Gods and men, sea, earth, and ayre make ioy,
That Iuno thus Alcmena can destroy.
Enter the Midwife, Galantis with two or three other aged women.
Galantis
Have you obseru'd her to sit crosse-leg'd ever
since my Lady began her travell? I suspect witch-craft, Il'e
have a tricke to rouze her.
Midwife
No doubt but did she open her knees and fingers,
my Lady should have safe delivery.
Galantis
Trust to my wit, Il'e in and find a meanes to startle her.
Beldame
Note how the Beldame smiles, and in her clutches
Strangles my Ladies birth: some friend remove her.
Iuno
Ha, ha, he, their teares my griefes recure,
Thus I revenge me of their deeds impure.
Enter Galantis merry.
Galantis
Now Iove be prais'd, and Ladies dry your teares,
And gentle Madame come reioyce with us.
Iuno
Why, what's the matter?
Galantis
I cannot hold my ioy: thankes faire Lucina
Goddesse of child-birth, Iove and all be prais'd,
Alcmena is delivered, brought to bed
Of a fine chopping boy.
Iuno riseth.
Iuno
Is my spell faild? how could I curse and teare?
Midwife
The witch is rouz'd, in and see what newes.
Galantis
Stay stay, Il'e go see what cofort's within: for when I came out I left my poore Lady in midst of all her torment.
Iuno
What edge of steele, or Adamantine chaine,
Hath forc'd in two the vertue of my charme?
Which Gods and divels gave unite consent
To be infract? Oh powerfull Iupiter!
I feare thy hand's in this.
Enter Galantis extreamely laughing.
Beldame
How the witch stormes!
Iuno
What meanes the wretch to hold her sides and laugh,
And still to point at me? How now Galantis?
Galantis
That's my name indeed: (hold heart, hold) you are a
witch, are you? you sat crosse-leg'd, did you? my Lady could
not bee brought to bed, could she? And now Gallantis hath
gul'd you, hath she?
Iuno
The morrall.
Galantis
Il'e tell thee; I suspecting thy trechery to my Lady, brought in counterfet newes she was brought to bed, which you (gooddy witch) no sooner heard, but rose up; and no sooner you had cast your armes abroad, but my Lady was deli-
vered of two goodly boyes, one like my Lord Amphitrio, but the other the bravest chopping lad— laugh the beldam
out of her skin, and then returne to comfort my Lady.
Exeunt.
Iuno
Oh that we should be subiect to the Fates!
And though being Gods, yet by their power be crost.
Galantis, Il'e be first reveng'd on thee
For this derision, and trans-forme thy shape
To some fowle monster, that shall beare thy name.
And are the bastards borne? They have past the wombe,
They shall not passe the cradle.
Iris
Ho.
Enter Iris.
Iris
Madame.
Iuno
Fly into Affricke, from the mountaines there
Chuse me two venemous serpents, of the blood
That Perseus dropt out of the Gorgons head
When on his winged horse, with that new spoyle
He crost the Affricke climate: thou shalt know them
By their fell poyson, and their fierce aspect. When Iris?
Iris
I am gone.
Iuno
Haste Iris, flye with expeditions wings,
These brats shall dye by their invenomed stings.
Homer
The iealous Goddesse in the Chamber throwes
The poysonous serpents, who soone wound and kill
Yong Ipectetes, whom Amphitrio owes.
But Hercules, whom Iove with power doth fill,
You first shall in his infant-cradle see,
Ere growne a man, famous for chivalrie.
The Nurses bring yong Hercules in his Cradle, and leave him. Enter Iuno and Iris with two snakes, put them to the childe
and depart: Hercules strangles them: to them Amphitrio, admiring the accident.
Homer
He that could in his cradle serpents kill,
Will (being growne) the world with wonders fill.
Imagine him full growne, and nobly train'd
By King Euristeus, the bold youth proclaimes
Pastimes of exercise, where he hath gain'd
Chiefe praise and palme in these Olimpicke games.
Them we must next, as his first grace present
With Iuno, to his fame maleuolent:
Enter, after great shouts and flourishes, Iuno and King Euristeus.
Iuno
Harke, harke Euristeus, how the yelling throats
Of the rude rabble, deifie his praise:
Their lofty clamours, and their shrill applauses
Strike 'gainst the cleare and azure floores of heaven,
And thence against the earth reverberate,
That Iuno can nor rest above nor here,
But still his honours clangor strikes mine eare.
Euristeus
Patience celestiall Goddesse, as I wish
Your powerfull aidance when I need it most,
So for your sake I will impose him dangers,
Such and so great, that without Ioves owne hand,
He shall not have the power to scatter them.
Iuno
If neither tyrants, monsters, savages,
Giants nor hell-hounds, can the bastard quell;
Let him be pasht, stab'd, strangled, poisoned,
Shouts within.
Or murdered sleeping. Harke Euristeus still
How their wide throates his high applauses shrill.
Euristeus
Th'earth shall not breed a monster, nor the heavens
Threaten a danger shall not taske his life.
Iuno
Thou chim'st me spheare-like musicke, I have rouz'd
A monstrous Lyon, that doth range these woods:
My deere Euristeus, make him tugge with him.
Shouts.
Still doth his praise make the heaven resound;
Farewell Euristeus, Il'e not see him crown'd.
Exit Iuno.
Enter the Kings of Greece to Euristeus with Garlands, Hercules, Theseus, Perithous, Philoctetes, with others from the games of Olimpus.
1. King
These honoured pastimes on Olimpus mount,
Begun by thee the Theban Hercules,
Shall last beyond all time and memory.
Thou art unpeer'd, all Greece resounds thy praise,
And crowne thy worth with these greene wreaths of Baies.
Hercules
More deere to me then the best golden Arch
That ere crown'd Monarkes brow, we have begun
In pastimes, wee'le proceed to acts more dreadfull,
To expresse our power and hardiment:
Though by your sufferage, we have best deseru'd;
Yet merit we not all, these Grecian Princes,
Although degree'd below us, did excell,
Though not as best, receive as those did well.
Theseus, Perithous, Philoctetes, take
Your valours meeds, your praises lowd did sound,
Then each one take from Hercules a crowne.
Theseus
Brave Theban youth, no lesse then Ioves owne son,
Give Theseus leave both to admire and love thee:
Lets henceforth have one soule.
Hercules
Theseus commands the heart of Hercules,
And all my deeds, next Iove omnipotent,
Il'e consecrate to thee and to thy love.
Perithous
Though all unworthy to be stil'd the friend
Of great Alcides, give Perithous leave
To do thee honour, and admire thy worth.
Philoctetes
That Philoctetes begges of Hercules.
Thy curtesie equals thy active power:
And then in both art chiefe and patternelesse.
Hercules
We prize you as the deerest gemmes of Greece,
And all the honours of Alcmenaes sonne
You shall partake, whil'st these brave Argive Kings,
That rang us plaudits for the Olimpike games,
Shall clap our triumphes 'gainst the dreadful'st monsters
Heaven can send downe, or deepe Averno belch forth.
As for the earth-bred monsters, we have power
Infus'd by Iove, to calme their insolence.
Nor will we cease, till we have purchas'd us
The name of Tyrant-tamer through the world.
Euristeus
It glads Euristeus to be made so happy
As to be Tutor to this noble youth.
Thou hast (witnesse Olimpus) prou'd thy selfe
The swiftest, actiu'st, ablest, strongest, conning'st
In shaft or dart; which when thy step-dame Iuno
Shall understand how much thou do'st excell,
As 'twill please Iove, it will content her well.
Hercules
May we renowne Euristeus by our fame,
As we shall strive to please that heavenly dame.
Euristeus
Set on then Princes to the further honours
Of this bold Theban: may he still proceed
To crowne great Greece with many a noble deed.
Enter a Heardsman wounded.
Theseus
Stay Lords: what meanes this Tragicke spectacle?
Herdsman
If Greece, that whilome was esteem'd the spring
Of valor, and the well of chivalry,
Can yeeld an army of resolved spirits,
Muster them all against one dreadfull beast,
That keeps the forrests and the woods in awe:
Commands the Cleonean continent,
Unpeoples townes; And if not interdicted,
In time will make all Greece a wildernesse.
Hercules
Hearesman, thou hast exprest a monstrous beast,
Worthy the taske of Iove-borne Hercules.
What is the savadge? speake.
Herdsman
Whether some God,
With Greece offended, sends him as a murreine,
To strike our heards; or as a worser plague,
Your people to destroy: But a fierce Lyon
Lives in the neighbour forrest, preying there
On man and beast, not satisfied with both.
Ten Heardsmen of my traine at once he slew,
And me thus wounded; yet his maw unstaunch't,
He still the thicke Nemean groves doth stray,
As if the world were not sufficient pray.
Euristeus
This Lyon were a taske worthy Ioves sonne,
Oh free us from this feare great Hercules.
Hercules
If he be den'd, Il'e rouze the monstrous beast;
If seeking prey, Il'e chace him through the groves,
And having over-run the fugitive,
Dare him to single warre: It fits Ioves sonne
Wrastle with Lyons, and to tugge with Beares,
Grapple with Dragons, and incounter Whales.
Be he (as Ioves owne shield) invulnerable,
Or be his breast hoop't in with ribbes of brasse,
Be his teeth raser'd, and his tallons keepe,
Sending at every blow, fire from his bones,
Yet I ere night will case me in his skin.
This is a sport———
Above th'Olimpiads; we will hunt to day
Yon fierce Nemean terror, as a game
Becomming Hercules. Winde hornes, away:
For now a generall hunting we proclaime,
Follow us Princes, you that love the game.
Exeunt.
Windhornes. Enter Iuno and Iris above in a cloud.
Iuno
Yon cheerefull noyse of hunting tels mine eare
Hee's in the Chace: Redouble Ire on Ire,
And teare the bastard Theban limbe from limbe.
Where art thou Iris? tell me from the cloud,
Where I have plac'd thee to behold the Chace.
Iris (aloft)
Great Hercules
Pursues him through the medowes, mountaines, rockes.
Iuno
And flyes the savadge? will he not turne head,
Knowing his skin (save by Ioves Thunderbolt)
Not to be pierc'd? base trembling coward beast.
Iris Now doth the Lyon turne 'gainst Hercules
With violent fury: 'lasse poore Hercules.
Iuno
Gramercy Iris, I will crowne thy brow
With a new case of starres, for these good newes.
Shouts within.
Iris
Oh! well done Hercules.
He shakes him from his shoulders like a feather.
And hurles the Lyon flat: The beast againe
Leaps to his throat; Alcides grapples with him.
The Lyon now: Now Hercules againe.
And now the beast; me thinkes the combat's even.
Iuno
Not yet destroyd?
Shouts within.
Iris
Well, wrastled Hercules:
He gave the monstrous Lyon such a fall,
As if a mountaine should ore-whelme withall.
Above him still: he chokes him with his gripes,
And with his ponderous buffets stownds the beast.
Iuno
Thus is my sorrow, and his fame increast.
Iris
Now he hath strangled him.
Iuno
Iris discend.
But though this faile, Il'e other dangers store,
My Lyon slaine, I will provide a Boare.
Enter to them at one doore, Euristeus, and the Kings of Greece: at the other Hercules, with the Lyons head and skinne, Theseus, Perithous, Philoctetes.
Hercules
Thus Hercules begins his Ioviall taskes:
The horrid beast I have torne out of his skin,
And the Nemean terror naked lyes,
Despoyl'd of his invinced coat of Armes.
Iuno
This head (O wer't the head of Hercules)
Doth grace Alcides shoulders, and me thinkes,
Deck'd in these spoyles, thou dar'st the God of Armes.
Hercules
To you great Iuno, doth Alcmena's sonne
His high laborious valour dedicate.
You might have heard the Lyon roare to heaven;
Even to the high tribunall in the Shpeares,
Where you sit crown'd in starres. We fac'd the beast,
And when he fixt his tallons in our flesh,
We catch't the monster in our manly gripes,
And made him thrice breake hold. Long did we tugge
For eminence; but when we prou'd his skin
To be wound-free, not to be pierc'd with steele,
We tooke the savadge monster by the throat,
And with our sinowy puissance strangled him.
Euristeus
Alcides honours Thebes, and fames whole Greece.
Hercules
There shall not breath a monster here unawed,
We shall the world affoord a wonderment,
Unparalel'd by Theban Hercules.
This Lyons case shall on our shoulders hang,
Wee'l arme our body with th'unvulner'd skin;
And with this massy Club all monsters dare:
And these shall like a bloudy meteor shew
More dreadfull then Orions flaming lockes,
T'affright the Gyants that oppresse the earth.
Euristeus
Let Hercules meane time abide with us,
Till King Euristeus new atchievements finde,
Worthy his valour.
Theseus
Honour me great Prince,
To grace my friend Perithous, and his ayd,
To be at their high spowsals.
Perithous
Hypodamia
Shall in this suit assist Perithous,
With us the Lapithes, the Centaurs meete,
Those whom Ixion got upon a cloud.
They live amongst the groves of Thessaly,
And in their double shapes will grace our feast.
Hercules
Perithous, we will meet the Centaurs there,
And quaffe with them to Hypodamia's health.
But wherefore stands bright Iuno discontent?
Iuno
Oh blame me not, an uncoth savadge Boare
Devasts the fertill plaines of Thessaly:
And when the people come to implore our ayd,
Their lives no mortall that dare undertake
To combat him; The rough Nemean Lyon
Was milde to this: he plowes the forrests up,
His snowy foame he scatters ore the hils,
And in his course or-turnes the Dordan okes:
Oh let him dye by mighty Hercules.
Hercules
Eternall Goddesse, were his sharpned teeth
More dreadfull then the phangs of Cerberus,
Or were his bristled-hide Ioves Thunder proofe,
Were his head brasse, or his breast doubly plated
With 'best Vulcanian armour Lemnos yeelds;
Yet shall his braines rattle beneath my Club.
The Eremanthian forrest where he den's,
Shall quake with terrour when we beat the beast:
And when we cast his backe against the earth,
The ground shall groane and reele with as much terror
As when the Gyant Typhon shakes the earth.
Iuno
Oh may'st thou live the Theban Conquerour.
(Dye by the fury of that savadge swine,
And with thy carkasse glut his ravenous maw.)
Hercules
Perithous, I will bring thee to thy Bridals
This huge wilde swine, to feast the Centaurs with.
Diana's wrath shall be Alcides dish,
Which hee'l present to Hypodamia.
Theseus and Philoctetes, you consort
Perithous, and assist the Lapythes
In these high preparations: We will take
The Eremanthian forrest in our way.
Let's part, and sacred Goddesse wish us well
In our atchievements.
Iuno
To be damn'd in hell.
Exeunt.
Enter Ceres and Proserpine attired like the Moone, with a company of Swaines, and country Wenches: They sing.
Song
With faire Ceres Queene of graine
The reaped fields we rome, rome, rome,
Each Countrey Peasant, Nimph and Swaine
Sing their harvest home, home, home;
Whilst the Queene of plenty hallowes
Growing fields as well as fallowes.
Eccho double all our Layes,
Make the Champians sound, sound, sound
To the Queene of harvest praise,
That sowes and reapes our ground, ground, ground.
Ceres Queene of plenty hallowes,
Growing fields as well as fallowes.
Ceres
As we are Ceres, Queene of all fertility,
The earthes sister, Aunt to higest Iupiter,
And mother to this beauteous childe the Moone,
So will we blesse your harvests, crowne your fields
With plenty and increase: your bearded cares
Shall make their golden stalkes of wheat to bend
Below their laden riches: with full sickles
You shall receive the usury of their seeds.
Your fallowes and your gleabes our selfe will till
Frow every furrow that your plow-shares raze
Upon the plenteous earth, our sisters breast,
You shall cast up aboundance for your gratitude
To Ceres and the chaste Proserpina.
Proserpine
Whil'st with these swaines my mother merry-makes,
And from their hands eates cakes of newest wheate,
The firstlings of their vowed sacrifice,
Leave me behinde to make me various garlands
Of all the choycest flowers these medowes yeeld,
To decke my browes, and keep my face from scorches
Of Phœbus raies.
Ceres
That done returne to us,
Unto our Temple, where wee'l feast these swaines.
Proserpine
No sooner shall faire Flora crowne my temples,
But I your offerings will participate.
Ceres
Now that the heavens and earth are both appeas'd,
And the huge Giants that assaulted Iove,
Are slaughtered by the hand of Iupiter;
We have leasure to attend our harmelesse swaines:
Set on then to our Rurall ceremonies.
Exeunt singing.
Tempests hence, hence winds and hailes,
Tares, cockle, rotten showers, showers, showers,
Our song shall keep time with our flailes,
When Ceres sings, none lowers, lowers, lowers.
She it is whose God-hood hallowes
Growing fields as well as fallowes.
Proserpine
Oh! may these medowes ever barren be,
That yeeld of flowers no more variety.
Here neither is the white nor sanguine Rose,
The Straw-berry flower, the Paunce nor Violet:
Me thinkes I have too poore a medow chose,
Going to begge, I am with a begger met
That wants as much as I: I should do ill
To take from them that need. Here grow no more,
Then serue thine owne despoyled breast to still,
The meades I rob, shall yeeld me greater store.
Thy flowers thou canst not spare, thy bosome lend,
On which to rest whil'st Phœbus doth transcend.
She lyes downe.
Thunder. Enter Pluto, his Chariot drawne in by Divels.
Pluto
What hurly-burly hath beene late in heaven
Against our brother love omnipotent?
The Gyants have made warre: great Briareus,
Whose hundred hands, a hundred swords at once
Have brandish't against heaven, is topsie turn'd,
And tumbled headlong from th'Olimpicke Towers.
But big-limb'd Typhon, that assaulted most,
And hurl'd huge mountaines 'gainst heavens christall gates
To shatter them, wrastled with Iove himselfe:
Whose heeles tript up, kick't 'gainst the firmament;
And falling on his backe, spread thousand acres
Of the affrighted earth, astonish't Iupiter,
Lest he should rise to make new up-rores there,
On his right hand the mount Pelorus hurle:
Upon his left spacious Pachinne lyes,
And on his legges, the land of Liliby:
His head the ponderous mountaine Ætna crownes,
From which the Gyant breathes infernall fires:
And struggling to be freed from all these weights,
Makes (as he moves) huge earth-quakes that shake th'earth
And make our kingdomes tremble. Frighted thence,
We have made ascent to take a free survey
Whether the worlds foundations be still firme;
Lest being cranied, through these concave cliffes,
The Sunne and starres may shine, to lighten hell.
Al's sound, we have strooke th'earths basses with our mace,
And found the Center firme: Our Iron Chariot
That from his shod wheeles rusty darknesse flings,
Hath with our weight, prou'd mountaines, dales and rocks,
And found them no where hollow; All being well,
Wee'l cleave the earth, and sinke againe to hell.
Proserpine
Ceres, oh helpe me father Iupiter,
Yon ugly shape affrights me.
Pluto
Ha, what's the matter?
Who breath'd that well-turn'd shrike, sweet shape, bright beauty, Pluto's heart was never soft till now.
Faire mortall.
Proserpine
Hence foule fiend.
Pluto
By Lethe, Styx, Cocytus, Acheron,
And all the terrors our blacke Region yeelds,
I see and love, and at one instant both.
Kisse me.
Proserpine
Out on thee Hell-hound.
Pluto
What are you, beauteous Goddesse?
Proserpine
Nothing. Oh!
Helpe mother, father, Ceres, Iupiter.
Pluto
Be what thou canst, thou now art Pluto's rape,
And shalt with me to Orcus.
Proserpine
Clawes off Divell.
Pluto
Fetch from my sister Night a cloud of darknesse
To roabe me in, in that Il'e hide this beauty
From Gods and mortals, till I sinke to hell.
Nay, you shall mount my Chariot.
Proserpine
Ceres, Iove.
Pluto
Ceres nor Iove, nor all the Gods above
Shall rob me this rich purchase. Yoake my stallions
That from their nostrils breath infernall fumes:
And when they gallop through these upper worlds,
With fogges choake Phœbus, chace the starres from heaven,
And while my Ebon Chariot ore the rocks,
Clatters his Iron wheeles, make a noyse more hideous
Then Panompheus thunder.
Proserpine
Helpe heaven, helpe earth.
Pluto
Cleave earth, and when I stampe upon thy breast
Sinke me, my brasse-shod wagon, and my selfe,
My Coach-steeds, and their traces altogether
Ore head and eares in Styx.
Proserpine
You Gods, you men.
Pluto
Eternall darknesse claspe me where I dwell
Saving these eyes, wee'l have no light in hell.
Exit.
Enter Ceres.
Ceres
Where is my faire and lovely Proserpine?
The feast is done, and she not yet return'd:
Speake Ioves faire daughter, whither art thou straid?
I have sought the medowes, gleabes, and new-reap't fields,
Yet cannot finde my childe. Her scattered flowers,
And garland halfe made up, I have light upon,
But her I cannot spy. Behold the trace
Of some strange wagon, that hath scortch't the fields,
And sing'd the grasse: these routes the sunne nere sear'd.
Where art thou love? where art thou Proserpine?
Hath not thy father Iove snatch't thee to heaven
Upon his Eagle? I will search the spheares
But I will finde thee out: swift Mercury,
Ioves sonne, and Mayas; speake, speake from the clouds,
And tell me if my daughter be above.
Mercury flies from above.
Mercury
Thy clamours (Ceres) have ascent through heaven;
Which when I heard, as swift as lightning
I search't the regions of the upper world,
And every place above the firmament.
I have past the planets, soar'd quite through the spheares;
I have crost the Articke and Antarkicke poles.
Hot Cancer, and cold Arctos I have search't,
Past th'Hyperboreans, and the Solsticies,
The Tropiques, Zones, Signes, Zeniths, Circles, Lines,
Yet no where can I finde faire Proserpine.
Exit Mercury.
Ceres
If not in heaven, Il'e next inquire the earth,
And to the place where old Oceanus
Layes his hoare head in Amphitrites lap:
Il'e travell till I finde my girle.
Assist me gracious Neptune in my search;
And Tryton, thou that on thy shelly Trumpet,
Summons the Sea-gods, answer from the depth,
If thou hast seene or heard of Proserpine.
Exeunt.
Enter Tryton with his Trumpe, as from the sea.
Tryton
On Neptunes Sea-horse with my concave Trumpe,
Through all th'Abysse, I have shril'd thy daughters losse.
The channels cloath'd in waters, the low citties,
In which the water-Nymphes, and Sea-gods dwell,
I have perus'd; sought through whole woods and forrests
Of leavelesse Corrall planted in the deepes,
Tost up the beds of Pearle, rouz'd up huge Whales,
And sterne Sea-monsters from their rocky dennes.
Those bottomes, bottomlesse shallowes and shelves:
And all those currents where th'earths springs breake in,
Those plaines where Neptune feeds his Porposes,
Sea-morses, Seales, and all his cattell else.
Through all our ebbes and tides my Trump hath blaz'd her,
Yet can no caverne shew me Proserpine.
Exit Tryton.
Ceres
If heaven nor sea, then search thy bosome earth,
Faire sister Earth, for these beauteous fields
Spread ore thy breast; for all these fertill croppes,
With which my plenty hath inrich't thy bosome,
For all those rich and pleasant wreathes of graine
With which so oft thy Temples I have crown'd:
For all the yearely liveries and fresh robes
Upon thy sommer beauty I bestow,
Shew me my childe.
Earth riseth from under the stage.
Earth
Not in revenge faire Ceres
That your remorslesse plowes have rak't my breast,
Nor that your Iron-tooth'd harrowes print my face
So full of wrinkles, that you digge my sides
For marle and soyle, and make me bleed my springs
Through all my open'd veines, to weaken me;
Do I conceale your daughter: I have spread
My armes from sea to sea, look't ore my mountaines,
Examin'd all my pastures, groves, and plaines,
Marshes and wowlds, my woods and Champian fields,
My dennes and caves; and yet from foot to head
I have no place on which the Moone doth tread. Earth sinkes.
Ceres
Then Earth thou hast lost her: and for Proserpine
Il'e strike thee with a lasting barrennesse.
No more shall plenty crowne thy fertill browes,
Il'e breake thy plowes, thy Oxen murren-strike:
With Idle agues Il'e consume thy swaines,
Sow tares and cockles in thy lands of wheat,
Whose spykes the weed and cooch-grasse shall out-grow,
And choke it in the blade. The rotten showers
Shall drowne thy seed, which the hote sunne shall parch,
Or mill-dewes rot; and what remaines shall be
A prey to ravenous birds. Oh Proserpine!
You Gods that dwell above, and you below,
Both of the woods and gardens, rivers, brookes,
Fountaines and wels, some one among you all
Shew me her selfe or grave, to you I call.
The river Arethusa riseth from the stage.
Arethusa
That can the river Arethusa do,
My streames you know faire Goddesse, issue forth
From Tartary, by the Tenarian Isles:
My head's in Hell, where Stygian Pluto reignes,
There did I see the lovely Proserpine,
Whom Pluto hath rap't hence; behold her girdle,
Which by the way dropt from her beauteous waste,
And scattered in my streames. Faire Queene adue,
Crowne you my banks with flowers, as I tell true.
Exit Arethusa.
Ceres
Hath that infernall monster stolne my childe?
Il'e mount the spheares, and there solicite Iove,
To invade the Stygian kingdomes, to redeeme
My ravish't daughter. If the Gods deny
That grace to Ceres, Il'e inuoke the helpe
Of some bold mortall: noble Hercules,
Who with his Club shall rouze th'infernall King,
Dragge out the furies with their snaky lockes,
Strangle hels Iudges in their scarlet robes,
And bring a double terrour to the damn'd.
Of Gods and Men I will inuoke the aides
To free my childe from those infernall shades.
Enter Hercules, Theseus, Perithous, Philoctetes, Hypodamia, the Centaurs, Nessus, Euritus, Chiron, Cillarus, Antimachus, Hippasus. At a banquet.
Hercules
To grace thy feast faire Hypodamia,
The Eremanthian forrest we have rob'd
Of that huge Boare: you Centaurs doubly shap't,
Feed with Alcides on that monstrous swine,
That hath deuour'd so many Swaynes and Heards.
Theseus
Take Theseus welcome for Perithous sake,
And sit with us faire Princes, take your place
Next you Alcides; then the Centaurs round.
Antimachus
Now by Ixion, that our grand-sire was,
That dar'd to kisse the mighty thunderes wife,
And did not feare to cuckold Iupiter,
Thou dost the Centaur's honour.
Nessus
Let's quaffe the brides health in the bloud of grapes,
Wine begets mirth, and mirth becomes a bridall.
Perithous
Fill then for Nessus and Antimachus,
Let Euritus and Chiron pledge it round.
Euristeus
Fill to us all, even till these empty bowles
Turne up their bottomes 'gainst the face of heaven.
Chiron
Off shall all this to Hipodamia's health,
The beauteous bride: wil't pledge it Hercules?
Hercules
Yes, were it deeper then the golden cup
Iove quaffes in from the hand of Ganimed.
Silanthus, Hippasus, and Cillarus,
To the faire Princesse of the Lapythes.
Antimachus
Shee's faire indeed, I love her: wine and love
Adde fire to fire. To Philoctetes this.
Philoctetes
'Tis welcome Hippasus. Here Cillarus.
Cillarus
Faire Hypodamia's of the Centaurs brood,
Great Bistus daughter, neere ally'd to us,
Il'e take her health.
Perithous
Gramercy Cillarus:
Il'e do the like to faire Philonome,
Thy sweet She-Centaur.
Cillarus
Double this to her.
Hypodamia
Crowne all your healths with mirth, let ioyes abound
And to Philonome let this go round.
Antimachus
Cramercies, 'lasse my braine begins to swim,
I have an appetite to kisse the bride,
I and I will.
Theseus
What meanes Antimachus?
Antimachus
Kisse Hypodamia, I and———
Theseus
That's too much,
And more then any of the Centaurs dare.
Cillarus
Why? who should hinder him?
Theseus
That Theseus will.
Antimachus
Ha, ha, have I from the fierce Lyon torne her whelp?
Brought from the forrests she-Beares in my armes?
And dandled them like infants? plaid with them,
And shall I not then dare to kisse the bride?
Hercules
Audacious Centaur, do but touch her skirt,
Prophane that garment Hymen hath put on;
Or with thy hideous shape once neere her cheeke,
Il'e lay so huge a ponder on thy skull,
As if the basses of the heaven should shrinke,
And whelme ore thee the marble firmament.
Antimachus
That will I try.
A confused fray with stooles, cups and bowles, the Centaurs are beaten.
Cillarus
Assist Antimachus.
Perithous
Rescue for Hypodamia.
Chiron
Downe with the Lapythes.
Nessus
Downe with Hercules.
Hercules
You cloud-bred race, Alcides here will stand
To plague you all with his high Ioviall hand.
Alarme. Enter Iuno, with all the Centaurs.
Iuno
And shrinkes Ixions race? durst he aspire
To our celestiall bed? though for his boldnesse
He now be tortured with the wheele in hell?
And dare not you withstand base Hercules?
Currage brave Hyppo-Centaurs, let the bastard
Be hew'd and mangled with our conquering arme.
Renue the fight, make the Thessalian fields
Thunder beneath your hoofes, whilst they imprint
Upon the earth, deepe semi-circled moones.
Let all your arm'd race gallop from the hils,
To inmure the faint deiected Lapithes.
Tis Iuno, whom your tortur'd grand-sire lou'd,
Bids you to Armes: lift up your weapons hye
And in their fall may great Alcides dye.
Antimachus
Our grand-sires wheeles cracke all that Centaurs bones,
That flyes when Iuno gives incouragement.
Chirus, Latreus, Nessus, Euritus,
And all our race first tumbled in the clouds
That crown'd the mountaine toppes of Thessaly,
Make head againe, follow Antimachus,
Whose braine through heated with the fumes of wine
Burnes with the love of Hypodamia.
Theseus, Perithous, and Alcides, all
Shall in this fury by the Centaurs fall.
Alarme. Enter to them Hercules, Theseus, Perithous, and Philoctetes.
Hercules
Behold the lust-burn'd and wine-heated monsters
Once more make head; wee'l pash them with our club.
This Centaure-match, it shall in ages,
And times to come, renowne great Hercules.
Upon them, when we parlee with our foes:
Tongues peace: for we breake silence with our blowes.
Alarme. They fight, the Centaurs are all disperst and slaine.
Enter with victory, Hercules, Theseus, Perithous, Philoctetes, Hypodamia, and others.
Hercules
Let Thessaly resound Alcides praise,
And all the two-shap't Centaurs that survive,
Quake when they heare the name of Hercules.
Were these Thessalian monsters bred at first
By Saturne and Philiris, as some say,
When in equinall shape she was deflour'd?
Or when Ixion, snatcht to heaven by Iove,
And feasted in the hye Olimpicke hall,
He sought to strumpet Iuno? The heavens Queene
Transform'd a cloud to her celestiall shape,
Of which he got the Centaurs. Be they bred
Of earth or vapour, their hote fiery braines
Are now dispurpled by Alcides Club,
And in their deaths renowne the Lapythes.
Theseus
Ioves sonne was borne a terrour to the world,
To awe the tyrants that oppresse and sway.
Perithous
But most indebt to thee Perithous is,
That hast restor'd a virgin and a bride,
Pure and untouch't to sleep in these my armes.
Hypodamia
My tongue shall sound the praise of Hercules.
My heart imbrace his love.
Hercules
Oh had bright Iuno
My loving step-dame, seated in the clouds,
Beheld me pash the Centaurs with my club,
It would have fild her with celestiall ioyes;
Knowing that all my deeds of fame and honour
I consecrate to her and Iupiter.
Of these proud Centaurs Nessus is escapt,
The rest all strew the fields of Thessaly.
Enter Ceres.
Ceres
Reserves the noble Theban all his valour
For th'ingrate Iuno, and hath stor'd no deed
Of honour for deiected Ceres here?
Ceres forlorne, forsaken and despis'd,
Whom neither obdure heaven, relentlesse sea,
Nor the rude earth will pitty.
Hercules
Queene of plenty,
Lye it within the strength of mortall arme,
The power of man, or worke of demi-god,
I am thy Champion.
Ceres
From heaven, earth and sea,
Then Ceres must appeale to Hercules.
Know then I am rob'd of beauteous Proserpine,
Tartarian Dis hath rap't my daughter hence;
Which when I heard, I skal'd the thundered throne,
And made my plaints to him, who answered me,
His power was onely circumscrib'd in heaven,
And Pluto was as absolute in hell
As he in heaven ; nor would he muster Gods
Against the fiends, ore which his brother reign'd.
Next made I suit to have Neptune call his waters,
And with his billowes drowne the lower world:
Who answered, the firme channell bounds his waves,
Nor is there passage betweene sea and hell,
The earth beneath her center cannot sinke,
Nor have I hope from thence; onely great Hercules.
Hercules Will undertake what neither Iupiter,
Neptune, nor all the Gods dare make their taske:
The Stygian Pluto shall restore the moone,
Or feele the masse of this my ponderous club.
Comfort faire Queene, Il'e passe the poole of Styx,
And if leane Charon wastage shall deny,
The Ferry-man Il'e buffet in his barge.
Three-throated Cerberus that keepes hell-gates,
Shall (when we come to knocke) not dare to howle:
The ghosts already dead, and doom'd, shall feare
To dye againe at sight of Hercules.
Sterne Mynos, Æachus, and Rhadamant,
Shall from the dreadfull sessions kept in hell,
Be rouz'd by us: wee'l quake them at that barre
Where all soules stand for sentence: the three sisters
Shall crowch to us. Ceres, wee'l ransacke hell,
And Pluto from th'infernall vaults expell.
Theseus
Theseus in this will ayd great Hercules.
Perithous
And so Perithous shall.
Hercules
Comfort Queene Ceres,
Whom neither Harpyes, Boares or Buls can tame,
The darke Cimerians must next sound his fame.
Adue bright Hypodamia lately freed
From the adulterous Centaurs: Our renowne
That yet 'tweene heaven and earth doth onely shine,
Hell shall next blaze for beauteous Proserpine.
Homer
Ere Hercules the Stygianpooles invade
A taske which none but he durst undertake,
Without both earthy and immortall ayde,
We Iove present; who once more doth forsake
Heaven, for a mortall beauty; one more rare
Earth yeelded not then Semele the faire.
Whilst Iuno, Hercules with hate pursues,
Neglecting Iove, he from the spheares espyes
This bright Cadmeian, and the groves doth chuse
To court her in: How, and in what disguise
You next shall see, they meet first in the Chace,
Where they discourse, acquaint, kisse, and imbrace.
Dumbe Shew. Enter Somele like a huntresse, with her traine, Iupiter like a wood-man in greene: he woes her, and winnes her.
What cannot Iove, infus'd with power divine?
He woes and winnes, enioyes the beauteous dame;
The iealous Iuno spyes their love in fine,
Leaves off her enuy to Alcides fame,
And 'gainst this beauteous Lady armes her spleene,
Quite to destroy the bright Cadmeian Queene.
Your fauours still: some here no doubt will wonder,
To see the Thunderers love perish by thunder.
Enter Iuno and Iris.
Iuno
Hast thou found him Iris?
Iris
Madame I have.
Iuno
Where?
Iris
In the house of Cadmus, courting there
The fairest of the race, yong Semele.
Iuno
What am I better to be Queene of heaven,
To be the sister and the wife of Iove,
When every strumpet braves my Deity?
Whilst I am busied to lay traps and traines
For proud Alcmena's bastard, he takes time
For his adulterous rapes. Europa lives
Sainted in earth, Calisto shines a starre,
Iust in mine eye, by name of Lesser Beare,
Io in Ægypt is ador'd a Goddesse:
And of my servant Argus (slaine by Mercury)
There lives no note; save that his hundred eyes
I have transported to my peacockes traine.
Thus fall the friends of Iuno, whilst his strumpets
Front me on earth, or brave mine eye in heaven:
But Semele shall pay for't. In what shape
Saw'st thou him court that strumpet?
Iris
Like a wood-man.
Iuno
I met him on the mountaine Erecine,
And tooke him for the yong Hyppolitus.
Iris I hau't; 'tis plotted in my braine,
To have the strumpet by her lover slaine.
Of her nurse Beroe Il'e assume the shape,
And by that meanes avenge me on this rape.
Exeunt.
Enter Semele with her servants and attendants.
Semele
Oh Iupiter! thy love makes me immortall,
The high Cadmeian is my grace,
To that great God exalted, and my issue,
When it takes life, shall be the seed of Gods;
And I shall now be ranck't in equipage
With Danae, Io, Lada, and the rest,
That in his amours pleas'd the thunderer best.
Me-thinkes since his imbraces fil'd my wombe,
There is no earth in me, I am all divine:
Ther's in me nothing mortall, save this shape,
Whose beauty hath cal'd Iove himselfe from heaven,
The rest all pure, corruptlesse and refin'd,
That hath daz'd men, and made th'immortall blinde.
Leave us, oh you unworthy to attend
Or wait upon Cadmeian Semele:
Hebe shall be my hand-mayd, and my wine
The hand of Ioves owne cup-bearer shall fill,
Il'e begge of him the Troian Ganimed
To be my page; and when I please to ride,
Borrow his Eagle through the ayre to glide.
Go call me hither my Nurse Beroe,
Whom I will make free-partner in my ioyes.
Enter Iuno in the shape of old Beroe.
Servant
Beroe attends your grace.
Semele
Oh my deere nurse! lives there on earth a Princesse
Equally lou'd and grac'd by Iove himselfe?
Iuno
Out on thee strumpet, I could teare those eyes,
Whose beauty drew my husband from the skyes.
Semele
Am I not happy Beroe?
Iuno
Were you sure
'Twere Iove himselfe this gladnesse did procure.
Madame, there many fowle imposters be,
That blinde the world with their inchastity:
And in the name of Gods, being scarce good men,
Iuggle with Ladyes, and corrupt their honors.
Thinke you you stripling that goes clad in greene,
Is Iupiter?
Semele
I know him for heavens King,
Whose issue in my wombe I feele to spring.
Iuno
I thinke it not; but Lady this I know,
That Gods are so lascivious growne of late,
That men contend their lusts to imitate.
Semele
Not Iupiter.
Iuno
Things truly reconcile,
You'l iumpe with me: how have you beene the while,
Since you were breeding, now well, sometimes ill,
Subject to every imperfection still,
Apt to all chances other women be.
When were you lou'd of the high Deity,
That hath the guift of strength, power, health, and ioy,
The least of these could not your state annoy.
Semele
Thou putst me in mistrust, and halfe perswad'st me
He is no more then mortall whom I love.
How shall I prove him nurse?
Iuno
Il'e tell you madame; When you see him next,
Seeme with some strange and uncoth passion vext,
And beg of him a boone, which till he grant,
Sweare he no more your fauours shall inchant.
Semele
Beroe, what boone?
Iuno
To hugge you in that state
In which faire Iuno he imbrac'd so late.
To descend armed with celestiall fire,
And in that maiesty glut his desire.
His right hand arm'd with lightning, on his head
Heavens massy crowne; and so to mount your bed.
So are you sure he is a God indeed,
Obtaine this boone, and fairely may you speed.
Semele
Thou hast fir'd me Beroe.
Iuno
Thou shalt be on flame,
So great, the Ocean shall not quench the same.
Semele
Beroe away, my chamber ready make,
Tosse downe on downe: for we this night must tumble
Within the armes of mighty Iupiter.
Of whom Il'e begge th'immortall sweets of love,
Such as from Iove Imperiall Iuno tastes.
Begone without reply, my love's at hand.
Iuno
Thy death's upon thy boone: this Iuno cheares,
That my revenge shall mount above the spheares.
Exit Iuno.
Semele
I will not smile on him, lend him a looke,
As the least grace, till he give free ascent
To fill me with celestiall wonderment.
Enter Iupiter like a wood-man.
Iupiter
Oh thou that mak'st earth heaven, and turn'st th'imortal
Into this shape terrestriall, thou bright issue
Of old Ægenor, and the Cadmeian line,
For whom, these stony buildings we preferre
Before our Christall structures: that mak'st Iove
Abandon on the high counsels of the Gods
To treat with thee of loves faire blandishments:
Divinest of thy race, faire Semele
Fold in thy armes Olimpicke Iupiter.
Semele
Iupiter!
Iupiter
That Iupiter that with a powerfull nod
Shakes the heavens arches, ore the universe
Spreads dread and awe; and when we arme our selfe
With maiesty, make th'earths foundation tremble,
And all mortality flye like a smoake
Before our presence vanish't and consum'd.
Semele
Did Semele behold such Maiesty,
She could beleeve this were the thunderers voyce,
Thou hee?
Iupiter
What meanes this strangenesse Semele?
Have I preferd thy beauty before hers
Whose state fils heaven, whose food's Ambrosia,
Upon whose cup the lovely Hebe waits
When she quaffes Nectar? whose bright Chariot
Is drawn with painted peacocks through the clouds
And am I thus receiu'd?
Semele
Thou bed with Iuno?
Base groome, thou art no better then thou seem'st,
And thy impostures have deceived a Princesse
Greater then ere descended from thy line.
Hence from my sight thou earth, that hast profan'd
The dreadfull thunderers name: what see I in thee
More then a man, to prove thy selfe a God?
Thou deifi'd? thy presence groome is poore,
Thy 'haviour sleight, thy courtship triviall,
Thou hast not a good face, what's in thee worth
The fauour and the grace of Semele?
A God? alasse! thou art scarce a proper man.
Iupiter
Ha, fails my shape, is he that awes the Gods,
Now valued lesse then man? why Semele
Prove me and what I can: wouldst thou have gold?
Il'e raine a richer shower in thy bosome
Then ere I powr'd on Danae.
Semele
Gold! what's that?
Which every mortall Prince can give his love.
Iupiter
Wouldst thou increase thy beauty or thy strength?
Semele
I am nor fowle nor sicke.
Iupiter
Wouldst thou have God-hood?
I will translate this beauty to the spheares,
Where thou shalt shine the brightest starre in heaven:
Il'e lift thy body from this terrene drosse,
And on two eagles, swift as Pegasus,
Wee'l take our daily progresse through the clouds.
Il'e shew thee all the planets in their ranke,
The monstrous signes, the Lyon, Ramme and Bull,
The blake-scald Scorpion, and the Cancers clawes.
Aske what thou wilt to prove my Deity,
And take it as thine owne faire Semele.
Semele
Grant me one boone, lesse then the least of these,
My armes shall spread thus wide to imbrace my love,
In my warme bosome I will glove thy hand,
And seale a thousand kisses on thy lippes.
My fingers Il'e intangle in these curles,
And scarse my Iuory arme about thy necke;
And lay my selfe as prostate to thy love,
As th'earth her grasse-greene apron spreads for raine.
Speake, shall I aske? or have you power to grant?
Iupiter
By dreadfull Styx, an oath I cannot change,
But aske and have.
Semele
Then bed with me to night,
Arm'd with the selfe-same God-hood, state and power
You Iuno meet.
Iupiter
Blacke day, accursed houre,
Thou hast ask't too much, thy weake mortality
Cannot indure the scorthing fires of heaven.
Semele
Either you cannot doo't, as wanting might,
Or loath you are to breed me such delight.
Is this your love?
Iupiter
Thy death is in thy boone:
But 'tis thy fate, she can it not recall,
Nor I unsweare: the infant in her wombe
Not yet full growne and ripe, torments me most:
For in this rash demand they both are lost.
Semele
Il'e stand it at all dangers, and prepare
For this nights sport.
Iupiter
Above my thunders are,
Thither I must, and beeing arm'd, descend
To give this beauty (in her rashnesse) end.
Semele
Remember by this kisse you keep your oath.
Iupiter
Never did Iove to heaven ascend so loath;
Expect me this sad night.
Semele
With double ioy.
Celestiall sweets shall surfet me, and cloy
My appetite; the Gods are loath to impart
Their pleasures to us mortals. Dance my hart,
And swim in free delights, my pleasures crowne,
This Ioviall night shall Semele renowne.
Exit Semele.
Iuno and Iris plac'd in a cloud above.
Iuno
Come Iris, ore the loftiest pinnacles
Of this high pallace, let us mount our selves,
To see this noble pastime: Is't not brave?
Iris
Hath her suit tooke effect? 'lasse Semele!
Iuno
Hang, burne her witch, be all such strumpets fir'd
With no lesse heat then wanton Semele.
Oh 'twill be gallant sport, wil't not Iris?
To see these golden roofes daunce in the aire.
These pinnacles shall pricke the floores of heaven,
These spires confused, tumble in the clouds;
And all flye up and shatter at the approach
Of his great God-hood. Oh 'twould please me Iris
To see this wanton with her bastard, blowne
And hang'd upon the high hornes of the moone.
The howre drawes on, we may from hence espy
Th'adultresse sprall, the pallace upwards fly.
Enter two maids of Semeles chamber.
1. Maide
Questionlesse my Lady lookes for some great Guests, that she makes all this preparation.
2. Maide
'Tis not like she expects them at supper, because she herselfe is preparing to bed.
1. Maide
Did you note how she made us tumble and tosse the bed before the making of it would please her?
2. Maide
There hath beene tumbling and tossing on that bed hath pleas'd her better; you know the youth in greene, he hath made my Lady looke red ere now.
1. Maide
You know shee is naturally pale; hee did but wrastle with her to get her a colour.
2. Maide
They youth in greene hath given her a medicine for the greene sicknesse, I warrant her: I am deceived, if (when they meet) it go not two to one of her side.
1. Maide
Why do you thinke her with childe.
2. Maide
Tis past thinking, I dare sweare. But let's attend my lady.
Enter Semele drawne out in her bed.
Semele
Away, we will have none partake our pleasures,
Or be eye-witnesse of these prodigall sweets
Which we this night shall in aboundance taste.
This is the houre shall deifie my earth,
And make this drosse immortall: thankes my Beroe,
That thou hast made me begge my happinesse,
Shew'd me the way to immortallity,
And taught me how to emulate the Gods.
Descen'd great Iove in thy full maiesty,
And crowne my pleasures: here behold me spred,
To taste the sweets of thy immortall bed.
Thunder, lightnings, Iupiter descends in his maiesty, his Thunderbolt burning.
Iupiter
Thus wrapt in stormes, and black tempestuous clouds,
Lightning and showers, we sit upon the roofes
And trembling Tarrasses of this high house
That is not able to containe our power.
Yet come we not with these sharpe thunders arm'd,
With which the sturdy giants we ore-threw,
When we the mighty Typhon sunke beneath
Foure populous kingdomes: these are not so fiery,
The Cyclopes that us'd to forge our bolts,
Have qualifi'd their feruour, yet their violence
Is 'bove the strength of mortals. Beauteous Semele,
In steed of thee I shall imbrace thy smoakes,
And claspe a fumy vapour left in place
Of thy bright beauty, Stormy tempests cease,
The more I frowne, the more their breathes increase.
Thunder and lightning.
Semele
What terror's this? oh thou immortall speake!
My eyes are for thy maiesty too weake.
As he toucheth the bed it fires, and all flyes up, Iu-
piter from thence takes an abortive infant.
Iupiter
Receive thy boone, now take thy free desire
In thunder, tempest, smoake, and heavenly fire.
Iuno
Ha, ha, ha.
Faire Semele's consum'd, 'twas acted well:
Come, next wee'l follow Hercules to hell.
Iupiter taking up the Infant, speakes as he ascends in his cloud.
Iupiter
For Semele (thus slaine) the heavens shall mourne
In pitchy clouds, the earth in barrennesse;
The Ocean (for her slaughter) shall weepe brine,
And hell resound her losse. Faire Semele
Nothing but ashes now; yet this remainder,
That cannot dye, being borne of heavenly seed,
I will conserve till his full time of birth:
His name Il'e Bachus call, and being growne,
Stile him, The God of Grapes; his Bachenals
Shall be renown'd at feasts, when their light braines
Swim in the fumes of wine. This all that's left
Of Semele, unto the heavens Il'e beare,
Whose death this Motto to all mortals lends:
He by the Gods dyes, that 'bove man contends.
Homer
Let none the secrets of the Gods inquire,
Lest they (like her) be strooke with heavenly fire.
But we againe to Hercules returne,
Now on his iourney to the vaults below,
Where discontented Proserpine doth mourne,
There's made to cheere her an infernall show.
Hels Iudges, Fates and Furies summond beene
To give free welcome to the Stygian Queene.
A dumbe shew of Pluto and all his Divels, presenting severall gifts and shewes to cheere, but she continues in her discontent.
All this and more (the beauteous Queene to cheare)
Pluto devis'd, but still her griefe remaines:
No food she tastes within the gloomy spheare,
Save of a ripe Pomegranat some few graines.
The next thing we present (sit faire and well)
You shall behold a Holy-day in hell.
Enter Theseus, Perithous, and Philoctetes armed.
Theseus
Saw you not Hercules?
Perithous
Noble Theseus no.
I left him in the forrest, chacing there
Dianaes Hart, and striving to out-run
The swift-foot beast.
Theseus
His active nimblenesse
Out-flies the winged bird, out-strips the steed,
Catcheth the hare, and the swift grey-hound tires
Out-paceth the wilde Leopard, and exceeds
Beasts of most active chace.
Philoctetes
We have arriu'd
At Tenaros; this is the mouth of hell,
Which by my counsell, wee'l not seeke to enter
Till Hercules approach.
Theseus
Not enter Philoctetes?
Our spirits may compare with Hercules.
Though he exceed our strength, I with my sword
Will beat against blacke Tartaras Ebon gates,
And dare the triple-headed dogge to armes,
Hels tri-shap't porter.
Philoctetes
Not by my perswasion.
Perithous
Perithous will assist his noble friend,
And in this worke prevent great Hercules.
Let's rouze the hell-hound, call him from his lodge,
And (maugre Cerberus) enter hels-mouth,
And thence redeeme the ravish't Proserpine.
Theseus
Had Orpheus power by musicke of his harpe,
To charme the curre, pierce Orcus, Pluto please,
And at his hands begge faire Euridice:
And shall not we as much dare with our swords,
As he with fingring of his golden strings.
Come, let our ioynt assistance rouze the fiend,
Thunder against the rusty gates of hell,
And make the Stygian kingdomes quake with feare.
They beate against the gates. Enter Cerberus.
Cerberus
What mortall wretch, that feares to dye above
Hath travel'd thus farre to enquire out death?
Theseus
We that have blaz'd the world with deeds of praise
Must fill the Stygian Empire with our fame;
Then rouze thee thou three-throted curre, and taste
The strength of Theseus.
Cerberus
These my three empty throats you three shall gorge,
And when my nailes have torne you limbe from limbe,
Il'e sit and feast my hunger with your flesh.
These phangs shall gnaw upon your cruded bones,
And with your bloods Il'e smeare my triple chaps,
Your number fits my heads, and your three bodies
Shall all my three-throars set a worke at once.
Il' worry you; and having made you bleed,
First sucke your iuice, then on your entrails feed.
Perithous fights with Cerberus, and is slaine.
Theseus
Hold bloudy frend, and spare my noble friend,
The honour of the worthy Lapythes
Lyes breathlesse here before the gates of hell:
Cease monster, cease to prey upon his body,
And feed on Theseus here.
Theseus is wounded.
Cerberus
Il'e eate you all.
Enter Hercules.
Hercules
Stay and forbeare your up-roare, till our club
Stickle amongst you: whil'st we in the chace
Have catch't the swift and golden headed stagge;
These valiant Greekes have sunke themselves beneath
The upper world, as low as Erebus.
Whom see we? Theseus wounded, yong Perithous
Torne by the ravenous phangs of Cerberus.
My griefe convert to rage, and sterne revenge.
Come, guard thee well infernall Caniball,
At every stroke that lights upon thy skull,
Il'e make thee thinke the weight of all the world
And the earths huge masse shall crowne thee.
Cerberus
Welcome mortall,
Thou com'st to mend my breake-fast, thou wilt yeeld me many a fat bit.
Hercules
Il'e make thee eate my club,
And swallow this fell mastiffe downe thy panch.
At every weighty cuffe Il'e make thee howle,
And set all hell in up-roare: when thou roarest,
Thy barking groanes shall make the brasen Towers
Where ghosts are tortur'd, eccho with thy sound.
Plutoes blacke guard at every deadly yell,
Shall frighted run through all the nookes of hell.
Hercules beats Cerberus, and binds him in chaines.
Hercules
Keep thou this ravenous hell-hound gyu'd and bound,
Hels bowels I must pierce, and rouze blacke Dis,
Breake (with my fists) these Adamantine gates,
The Iron percullis teare, and with my club
Worke my free passage (maugre all the fiends)
Through these infernals. Lo, I sinke my selfe
In Charons barge, Il'e ferry burning Styx,
Ransacke the pallace where grim Pluto reignes,
Mount his tribunall, made of sable Iet,
Despight his blacke guard, stownd him in his chaire,
And from his arme snatch beauteous Proserpine.
Ghosts, Furies, Fiends shall all before us flye,
Or once more perish, and so doubly dye.
Hercules sinkes himselfe: Flashes of fire; the Divels appeare at every corner of the stage with severall fire-workes. The Iudgesof hell, eand the three sisters run over the stage, Hercules after them: fire-workes all over the house. Enter Hercules.
Hercules
Hence ravenous vulture, thou no more shalt tire
On poore Prometheus, Dunae spare your rubs,
Stand still thou rowling stone of Sisiphus,
Feed Tantalus with apples, glut thy panch,
And with the shrinking waves quench thy hote thirst.
Thy bones Ixion, shall no more be broke
Upon the torturing wheele: the Eagles beake
Shall Titius spare at sight of Hercules,
And all the horrid tortures of the damn'd
Shall at the waving of our club dissolve.
Enter Pluto with a club of fire, a burning crowne, Proserpine, the Iudges, the Fates, and a guard of Divels, all with burning weapons.
Pluto
Wer't thou Imperiall Iove, that swaies the heavens,
And in the starry structure dwel'st above,
Thou canst not revell here: my flaming Crowne
Shall scortch thy damn'd soule with infernall fires.
My vassaile Furies with their wiery strings.
Shall lash thee hence, and with my Ebon club
Il'e ding thee to the lowest Barathrum.
Hercules
First shall this engine arm'd with spikes of steele,
That fore the gates of hell strooke flat thy cutte.
Fall with no lesse power on thy burning sconce,
Then should great Iove the massy center hurle,
And turne the worlds huge frame upon thy head.
Pluto
Upon him Divels.
Hercules
Ayd me powers Divine,
From these blacke fiends to rescue Proserpine.
Hercules fels Pluto, beats off the Divils with
all their fire-workes, rescues Proserpine.
Now are we King of Orcus, Achercu,
Cocytus, Styx, and fiery Phlegeton.
Proserpine
Long live Alcides, crown'd with Godlike honours,
For rescuing me out of the armes of Dis,
The under-world, and fiery iawes of hell.
All the ghosts
Long live eterniz'd noble Hercules,
That hath dissolu'd our torments.
Rhadamunt
Hercules, attend th'unchanging doome of Rhadamunt,
And if the Gods be subiect to the Fares,
Needs must thou (noble Greeke) obey their doome,
Lo, in their name, and in the awfull voyce
Of us the reverend Iudges, to whose doome
Thou once must stand: I charge thee stir not hence,
Till we have censur'd thee and Proserpine.
Is not the power of Iove confin'd above?
And are not we as absolute in state
Here in the vaults below? To alter this
The heavens must faile, the sunne melt in his heat,
The elements dissolve, Chaos againe
Confuse the triple Masse, all turne to nothing:
Now there is order: Gods there are, and Divels:
These reward vertue; the other punish vice.
Alter this course you mingle bad with good,
Murder with pitty, hate with clemency.
Ther's for the best no merit, for the offender
No iust infliction.
Hercules
Rhadamant speakes well.
Pluto
To whom will Hercules commit this businesse?
Hercules
I will appeal to Iove, and to the Planets,
Whose powers, though bownded, yet infuse their might
In every mortall.
Æacus
Them the Fates shall summon,
Of whom this beauteous mayd, the Moone, is one,
The lowest of the seven: you reverend sisters,
Who all things that are past be, and to come,
Keepe registred in brasse, assemble there.
Hercules
Be Ceres pleas'd, Alcides is content:
Nor can she stand to bearer Iustices.
Then to the Gods and Planets.
Sownd. Enter Saturne, Iupiter, Iuno, Mars, Phœbus, Venus, and Mercury: they take their place as they are in bright. Ceres.
Saturne
I know this place, why have you summon'd Saturne
To hell, where he hath beene to arraigne the Moone?
These uncoth cavernes better suit my sadnesse
Then my high spheare above, whence to all mortals
I shoot my thicke and troubled melancholy.
Say, what's the businesse? say.
Iupiter
Ceres, thy presence
Tels me thy suit is 'bout thy daughters ape.
Ceres
Is she not thine? and canst thou suffer her
To be intoomb'd in hell before her time?
Iuno
Cannot hell swallow your ambitious bastard?
But (maugre all these monsters) lives he still?
Phœbus
I saw grim Pluto in my daily progresse
Hurry her in his chariot ore the earth.
Venus
What could he lesse do if he lou'd the Lady?
Mars
Venus is all for love.
Mercury
And Mars for warre,
Sometimes he runnes a tile at Venus lippes,
You have many amorous bickerings.
Mars
Well spoke Mercury.
Saturne
Come we hither
To trifle, or to censure? what would Pluto?
Pluto
Keepe whom I have.
Ceres
Canst suffer't Iupiter?
Hercules
I won her from the scenes of Stygian Pluto,
And being mine, restore her to her mother.
Ceres
And shall not Ceres keepe her? speake great Iove.
Iupiter
Thy censure Rhadamant.
Rhadamant
The Fates by whom your powers are all conscrib'd
Pronounce this doome: If since her first arrive
She hath tasted any food, she must of force
Be everlastingly confin'd to hell.
Pluto
Asculaphus, thou didst attend my Queene,
Hath she yet tasted of our Stygian fruits
That we may keepe her still?
Asculaphus
I saw her in her mouth chaw the moist graines of a Pomegranate.
Ceres
Curst Asculaphus,
Il'e adde unto thy uglinesse, and make thee
A monster, of all monsters most abhor'd.
Pluto
Your censures, oh you Gods, is she not Pluto?
Give your free censures up.
All
She must be Pluto's.
Ceres
The Gods are partiall all.
Pluto
Welcome my Queene.
Hercules
What can Alcides more for Ceres love,
Then ransacke hell, and rescue Proserpine?
Needs must our further conquests here take end,
When Gods and Fates against our force contend.
Ceres
Iustice, oh iustice, thou Omnipotent.
Rob not thy Ceres of her beauteous childe,
Either restore my daughter to the earth,
Or banish me to hell.
Saturne
Ceres you are fond,
Th'earth cannot want your plenty: your fertility
Will worse become hell scortched barrennesse.
Let's breake this Sessions up, I am dull.
Iupiter
You Gods above
And powers below, attend the Thunderers voyce,
And to our moderation lend an eare
Of reverence. Ceres, the Fates have doom'd her
The Bride of Pluto; nor is she disparaged
To be the sister of Olimpicke Iove.
The rape that you call force, we title Love:
Nor is he lesse degree'd, save in his lot,
To us that sway the heavens. So much for Pluto.
Now beauteous Ceres we returne to you,
Such is your care to fill the earth with plenty,
To cherish all these fruits, from which the mortals
Ostend their gratitude to us the Gods
In sacrifice and offrings, that we now
Thus by our dread power, mittigate the strictnesse
Of the Fates doome: we have not (oh you Gods)
Purpose to do our Stygian brother wrong,
Nor rob the heavens the Planet of the Moone,
By whom the seas are sway'd: Be she confin'd
Below the earth, where be the ebbes and tides?
Where is her power infus'd in hearbes and plants?
In trees for buildings? simples phisicall?
Or minerall mines? Therefore indifferent Iove
Thus arbitrates: the yeare we part in twelve,
Cal'd Moneths of the Moone: twelve times a yeare
She in full splendor shall supply her orbe,
And shine in heaven: twelve times fill Pluto's armes
Below in hell. When Ceres on the earth
Shall want her brightnesse, Pluto shall enioy it,
When heaven containes her, she shall light the earth
From her bright spheare above. Parted so even,
We neither fauour hell, nor gloze with heaven.
Pluto
Pluto is pleas'd.
Ceres
Ceres at length agreed.
Proserpine
Iove is all iustice, and hath well decreed.
Iupiter
Say all the planets thus?
All
We do.
Iupiter
Our Sessions we dissolve then. Hercules,
We limit you to dragge hence Cerberus,
To the upper world, and leave thee to the universe
Where thou shalt finish all thy Ioviall taskes;
Proceed and thrive. You that to earth belong,
Ascend to your mortality with honors,
The Gods to heaven: Pluto and his keepe hell,
The Moone in both by even attonement dwell.
Exeunt three wayes Ceres, The seus, Philoctetes, and Hercules dragging Cerberus one way: Pluto, hels Iudges, the Fates and Furies downe to hell: Iupiter, the Gods and Planets ascend to heaven.
Enter Homer.
Homer.
Our full Sceane's wane, the Moones arraignment ends,
Iove and his mount, Pluto with his descends.
Poore Homer's left blinde, and hath lost his way,
And knowes not if he wander or go right,
Unlesse your fauours their cleare beames display.
But if you daine to guide me through this night,
The acts of Hercules I shall pursue,
And bring him to the thrice-raz'd wals of Troy:
His labours and his death Il'e shew to you.
But if what's past your riper iudgements cloy,
Here I have done: if ill, too much: if well,
Pray with your hands guide Homer out of hell.
FINIS.