Actus
1.
Scaena
1.
Enter
old
HOMER
THE
Gods
of
Greece
,
whose
deitles
I
rais'd
Out
of
the
earth
,
gaue
them
diuinity
,
The
attributes
of
Sacrifice
and
Prayer
Haue
giuē
old
Homer
leaue
to
view
the
world
And
make
his
owne
presentment
.
I
am
he
That
by
my
pen
gaue
heauen
to
Iupiter
,
Made
Neptunes
Trident
calme
,
the
curled
waues
,
Gaue
Aeolus
Lordship
ore
the
warring
winds
;
Created
blacke
hair'd
Pluto
King
of
Ghosts
,
And
regent
ore
the
Kingdomes
fixt
below
.
By
me
Mars
warres
,
and
fluent
Mercury
Speakes
from
my
tongue
.
I
plac'd
diuine
Apollo
Within
the
Sunnes
bright
Chariot
.
I
made
Venus
Goddesse
of
Loue
,
and
to
her
winged
sonne
Gaue
seuerall
arrowes
,
tipt
with
Gold
and
lead
.
What
hath
not
Homer
done
,
to
make
his
name
Liue
to
eternity
?
I
was
the
man
That
flourish'd
in
the
worlds
first
infancy
:
When
it
was
yong
,
and
knew
not
how
to
speake
,
I
taught
it
speech
,
and
vnderstanding
both
Euen
in
the
Cradle
:
Oh
then
suffer
me
,
You
that
are
in
the
worlds
decrepit
Age
,
When
it
is
neere
his
vniuersall
graue
,
To
sing
an
old
song
;
and
in
this
Iron
Age
Shew
you
the
state
of
the
first
golden
world
,
I
was
the
Muses
Patron
,
learnings
spring
,
And
you
shall
once
more
heare
blinde
Homer
sing
.
Enter
two
Lords
.
1.
Lord
.
The
old
Vranus
,
sonne
of
the
Aire
&
Day
Is
dead
,
and
left
behinde
him
two
braue
sonnes
,
Tytan
and
Saturne
.
2.
Tytan
is
the
eldest
,
And
should
succeed
by
the
true
right
of
birth
.
2.
Lord
.
But
Saturn
hath
the
hearts
of
al
the
people
,
The
Kingdomes
high
applause
,
his
mothers
loue
,
The
least
of
these
are
steppes
vnto
a
crowne
.
2.
Lor.
But
how
wil
Tytan
beare
him
in
these
troubles
,
Being
by
nature
proud
and
insolent
,
To
see
the
yonger
seated
in
his
throne
,
And
he
to
whom
the
true
right
appertaines
,
By
birth
,
and
law
of
Nations
quite
cast
off
?
1.
Lord
.
That
either
power
or
steele
must
arbitrate
:
Causes
best
friended
haue
the
best
euent
.
Here
Saturne
comes
.
Enter
Saturne
and
Vesta
with
other
attendants
.
Saturn
.
Behold
what
nature
skanted
me
in
yeares
,
And
time
,
below
my
brother
;
your
applause
,
And
general
loue
,
fully
supplies
me
with
:
And
make
me
to
his
crowne
inheritable
.
I
choose
it
as
my
right
by
gift
of
heauen
,
The
peoples
suffrage
,
the
dead
Kings
bequest
,
And
your
election
,
our
faire
mother
Queene
,
Against
all
these
what
can
twelue
moones
of
time
,
Preuaile
with
Tytan
to
dis-herite
vs
.
Vesta
.
The
Cretan
people
,
with
shrill
acclamations
Pronounce
thee
soueraigne
ore
their
lands
and
liues
,
Let
Tytan
storme
,
and
threaten
strange
reuenge
,
We
are
resolu'd
thy
honour
to
maintaine
.
1.
Lord
.
Tytan
,
thy
ruine
shall
attempt
in
vaine
Our
hearts
ad-here
with
Uestaes
our
late
Queene
,
According
to
our
soueraignes
late
bequest
,
To
kneele
to
Saturne
.
Saturne
.
We
accept
your
loues
,
And
we
will
striue
by
merite
to
exceed
you
.
In
iust
requitall
of
these
fauours
done
.
Vesta
.
Arme
Lords
,
I
heare
the
voyce
A
noise
of
tumult
within
Of
Tytan
storming
at
this
strange
election
.
Enter
Tytan
,
Lycaon
and
others
.
Tytan
.
Descend
proud
vpstart
,
trickt
vp
in
stoln
weeds
Deckt
in
vsurped
state
,
and
borowed
honours
,
Resigne
them
to
their
owner
,
that's
to
me
.
Sat.
Tytan
keep
off
,
I
charge
thee
neere
me
not
,
Lest
I
thy
bold
presumption
seale
with
bloud
.
Tytan
.
A
Crown's
worth
tugging
for
,
&
I
wil
ha't
Though
in
pursute
I
dare
my
ominous
Fate
.
Licaon
.
Downe
with
the
vsurper
.
Vesta
.
Saturne
here
shall
stand
,
Immoueable
;
vpheld
by
Vestaes
hand
.
Tytan
.
Am
I
not
eldest
?
Vesta
.
Ey
but
yong'st
in
braine
.
Saturne
the
crowne
hath
ceas'd
,
and
he
shall
reigne
.
Tytan
.
Am
I
a
bastard
,
that
my
heritage
Is
wrested
from
me
by
a
yonger
birth
?
Hath
Vesta
plaid
th'adulteresse
with
some
stranger
?
If
I
be
eldest
from
Vranus
loynes
,
Your
maiden
Issue
,
why
am
I
debar'd
The
law
of
Nations
?
am
I
Vestaes
sonne
?
Why
doth
not
Vesta
then
appeare
a
mother
?
Was
yonger
Saturne
bedded
in
your
wombe
,
Neerer
your
heart
then
I
,
that
hee's
affected
And
I
despis'd
?
If
none
of
these
,
then
grant
me
,
What
Iustice
wils
,
my
interest
in
the
Crowne
:
Or
if
you
make
me
out-cast
,
if
my
Mother
For
get
the
loue
she
owes
,
I
shall
abandon
The
duty
of
a
sonne
.
If
Saturne
prooue
Vnnaturall
,
I'le
be
no
more
a
brother
,
But
maugre
all
that
haue
my
right
withstood
,
Reuenge
my
wrongs
,
&
make
my
way
through
bloud
.
Sat.
Tytan
we
both
acknowledge
thee
a
brother
,
And
Vestaes
sonne
,
which
wee'le
expresse
in
loue
,
But
since
for
many
vertues
growing
in
me
That
haue
no
life
in
you
,
the
Queene
,
the
Peeres
,
And
all
the
people
,
with
lowd
suffrages
,
Haue
shrild
their
Auees
high
aboue
the
clouds
,
And
stil'd
me
King
,
we
should
forget
their
loues
Not
to
maintaine
their
strange
election
.
Aduise
you
therefore
,
since
this
bold
aduenture
Is
much
aboue
your
strength
,
to
arme
your selfe
,
In
search
of
future
honours
with
our
loue
,
For
what
can
Tytan
do
against
a
people
?
Uesta
.
Saturne
aduiseth
well
,
list
to
his
consell
.
Tytan
.
If
my
owne
land
proue
thus
vnnaturall
,
I'le
purchase
forrraine
aid
.
1.
Lord
.
Rather
compound
.
Sat.
Let
Tytan
make
demand
of
any
thing
Sauing
our
Crowne
,
he
shall
enioy
it
freely
.
Uesta
.
Tytan
,
your
brother
offers
royally
,
Accept
his
loue
.
Tytan
.
To
loose
a
Crowne
includes
The
losse
of
all
things
.
What
should
I
demand
?
Lycaon
.
This
grant
him
Saturne
,
since
thy
insinuation
Hath
wrought
him
quite
out
of
the
Cretans
hearts
,
That
Tytans
warlike
issue
may
succeed
thee
.
Tytan
.
Lycaon
well
aduis'd
,
he
during
life
,
Shall
reigne
in
peace
,
no
interruption
,
Shall
passe
from
Tytan
to
disturbe
his
reigne
,
So
to
our
Gyant
race
thou
wilt
assure
The
crowne
as
due
by
right
inheritance
.
Saturne
.
To
cut
off
all
hostile
effusion
Of
human
bloud
,
which
by
our
difference
Must
needs
be
spilt
vpon
the
barren
earth
,
Wee'le
sweare
to
this
accord
.
Tytan
.
Conditiond
thus
,
That
to
depriue
all
future
enmity
In
our
succeeding
Issue
,
thy
male
children
Thou
in
their
Cradle
strangle
.
Saturne
.
Kill
my
sonnes
?
Tytan
.
Or
sweare
to
this
,
or
all
our
warlike
race
,
Disperst
in
seuerall
Kingdomes
Il'e
assemble
,
To
conquer
thee
,
and
from
thy
ambitious
head
,
Teare
that
vsurped
Crowne
.
Saturne
.
Tytan
,
thy
friendship
Wee'l
buy
with
our
own
bloud
,
all
our
male
children
,
(
If
we
hereafter
shall
haue
any
borne
)
Shall
perish
in
their
births
,
to
this
we
sweare
,
As
we
are
King
and
Saturne
.
Tytan
.
I
the
like
,
As
I
am
Tytan
,
and
Vranus
sonne
:
This
league
confirm'd
,
all
my
Allyes
I'le
gather
Search
forreigne
clymes
,
in
which
Il'e
plant
my
kin
,
Scorning
a
seate
here
where
I
am
dispis'd
,
To
liue
a
subiect
to
a
younger
birth
.
Nor
bow
to
that
which
is
my
owne
by
due
.
Saturne
farewell
,
Il'e
leaue
thee
to
thy
state
,
Whil'st
I
in
forreigne
Kingdomes
search
my
Fate
.
Thinke
on
thy
oath
.
Saturne
.
First
stay
with
vs
and
feast
,
Tytan
this
day
shall
be
King
Saturns
guest
.
Enter
the
Clowne
and
a
Nurse
.
Clown
.
There
is
no
dallying
,
you
must
come
with
all
speede
,
For
Madam
Sibilla
is
growne
a
great
woman
.
Nurs.
That
is
without
question
,
for
she
is
now
a
Queene
.
Clown
.
Nay
,
she
is
greater
then
many
Queenes
are
:
for
though
you
may
thinke
she
is
with
ancient
folkes
:
yet
I
can
assure
you
she
is
with
childe
,
you
may
imagine
,
beeing
now
but
morning
shee
is
new
risen
,
yet
t'is
thought
that
ere
noone
she
will
bee
brought
a bed
.
I
neuer
heard
she
was
commited
to
prison
:
yet
t'is
look't
euery
houre
when
she
shall
be
deliuered
,
and
therefore
Nurse
I
was
sent
to
you
in
all
haste
.
Nurs.
Is
she
so
neere
her
time
?
Clown
.
Yes
:
and
yet
tis
thought
shee
will
notwithstanding
hold
out
,
because
she
is
groning
.
Nurs.
Your
reason
?
Clowne
.
Because
you
know
the
prouerbe
:
A
grunting
horse
,
and
a
groning
wife
neuer
deceiue
their
Maister
:
say
,
will
you
make
haste
Nurse
?
Nurs.
What's
the
best
news
abroad
?
Clown
.
The
best
newes
abrode
is
,
that
the
Queene
is
likely
to
keepe
at
home
:
and
is
it
not
strange
,
that
halfe
an
houres
being
abroad
should
make
a
woman
haue
a
moneths
minde
to
keepe
in
.
But
the
worst
newes
is
,
that
if
the
King
haue
a
young
Prince
,
hee
is
tide
to
kill
it
by
oath
:
but
if
his
maiesty
went
drunke
to
bed
,
and
got
a
gyrle
,
she
hath
leaue
to
liue
till
she
dye
,
and
dye
when
she
can
liue
no
longer
.
Nurs.
That
couenant
was
the
most
vnnaturall
That
euer
father
made
:
one
louely
boy
Hath
felt
the
rigor
of
that
strict
decree
,
And
if
this
second
likewise
be
a
sonne
,
There
is
no
way
but
death
.
Clown
.
I
can
tell
you
more
newes
:
the
king
hath
sent
to
the
Oracle
to
know
whether
my
Lady
be
with
childe
of
a
boy
or
a
gyrle
,
and
what
their
fortunes
shall
be
:
the
Lord
that
went
,
is
look't
for
euery
day
to
returne
with
his
answere
:
it
is
so
Gossipt
in
the
Queenes
chamber
,
I
can
tell
you
.
O
Nurse
wee
haue
the
brauest
king
,
if
thou
knewest
all
.
Nurs.
Why
I
pray
thee
?
Clowne
.
Let
his
vertues
speake
for
himselfe
:
he
hath
taught
his
people
to
sow
,
to
plow
,
to
reape
corne
,
and
to
skorne
Akehorns
with
their
heeles
,
to
bake
and
to
brue
:
we
that
were
wont
to
drinke
nothing
but
water
,
haue
the
brauest
liquor
at
Court
as
passeth
.
Besides
,
he
hath
deuised
a
strange
engine
,
called
a
Bow
and
Arrow
,
that
a
man
may
hold
in
hand
,
and
kill
a
wilde
beast
a
great
way
off
,
and
neuer
come
in
danger
of
his
clutches
.
I'le
tell
you
a
strange
thing
Nurse
,
last
time
the
King
went
a
hunting
,
he
kild
a
beare
,
brought
him
home
to
be
bak't
and
eaten
:
A
Gentlewoman
of
the
Court
,
that
sed
hungerly
vpon
this
pye
,
had
such
a
rumbling
and
roaring
in
her
guts
,
that
her
Intrails
were
all
in
a
mutiny
,
and
could
not
be
appeased
.
No
phisicke
,
would
helpe
her
,
what
did
the
King
but
caused
an
excellent
Mastiffe
to
be
knock't
in
the
head
,
and
drest
,
gaue
it
to
the
gentlewoman
,
of
which
when
she
had
well
eaten
,
the
flesh
of
the
Mastiffe
worried
the
beare
in
her
belly
,
and
euer
since
her
guts
haue
left
wambling
.
But
come
,
come
,
I
was
sent
in
hast
,
the
Queene
must
needs
speake
with
you
.
Exeunt
.
Enter
Saturne
with
wedges
of
gold
and
siluer
,
models
of
ships
,
and
buildings
,
bow
and
arrowes
,
&c.
His
Lords
with
him
.
Saturne
.
You
shall
no
more
be
lodg'd
beneath
the
trees
,
Nor
chamber
vnderneath
the
spreading
Okes
:
Behold
,
I
haue
deuis'd
you
formes
for
tooles
,
To
square
out
timber
,
and
performe
the
Art
Of
Architecture
,
yet
vnknowne
till
now
.
I'le
draw
you
formes
of
Cities
,
Townes
and
Towers
,
For
vse
and
strength
,
behold
the
models
here
.
1
Lord
.
Saturnes
inuentions
are
diuine
,
not
humane
,
A
God-like
spirit
hath
inspir'd
his
reigne
.
Saturne
,
See
here
a
second
Arte
of
Husbandry
,
To
till
the
earth
,
to
plow
,
to
sow
,
to
plant
,
Deuis'd
by
Saturne
:
here
is
gold
refin'd
From
Grosser
mettals
,
siluer
,
brasse
,
and
tinne
,
With
other
minerals
,
extract
from
earth
.
I
likewise
haue
found
out
to
make
your
brooks
,
Rivers
and
seas
by
practise
Nauigable
.
Behold
a
forme
to
make
your
Craers
and
Barkes
To
passe
huge
streames
in
safety
,
dangerlesse
.
2.
Lord
Saturne
is
a
God
.
Saturn
.
The
last
,
not
least
,
this
vse
of
Archery
,
The
stringed
,
bow
,
and
nimble-fethered-shaft
:
By
this
you
may
command
the
flying
fowle
,
And
reach
her
from
on
high
:
this
serues
for
warre
,
To
strike
and
wound
thy
foe-man
from
a farre
.
What
meanes
this
acclamation
?
Alowd
shout
within
.
1.
Lord
.
Tis
thy
people
,
Deuinest
Saturne
furnisht
with
these
vses
,
(
More
then
the
Gods
haue
lent
them
)
by
thy
meanes
.
Proclaime
to
thee
a
lasting
deity
.
And
would
haue
Saturne
honoured
as
a
God
.
Saturn
.
Wee'l
study
future
profits
for
their
vse
,
And
in
our
fresh
inuentions
proue
diuine
.
But
Gods
are
neuer
touch't
with
my
suspires
,
Passions
and
throbs
:
their
God-like
Issue
thriue
,
Whilst
I
vn-man-like
must
destroy
my
babes
.
Oh
my
strict
oath
to
Tytan
,
which
confounds
All
my
precedent
honours
:
one
sweete
babe
,
My
yongest
Ops
hath
felt
the
bloudy
knife
,
And
perisht
in
his
swathing
:
And
my
Queene
Swels
with
another
Infant
in
her
wombe
,
Ready
to
taste
like
rigor
.
Is
that
Lord
Return'd
from
Delphos
yet
?
2
Lord
.
He
is
.
Saturn
.
Admit
him
:
now
what
doth
the
Oracle
Speake
by
the
Delphian
Priest
.
3.
Lord
.
Thus
mighty
Saturne
.
After
our
Ceremonious
Rites
perform'd
,
And
Sacrifice
ended
with
reuerence
,
A
murmuring
thunder
hurried
through
the
Temple
.
When
fell
a
pleasant
shower
,
whose
siluer
drops
.
Fil'd
all
the
Altar
with
a
roseate
dew
.
In
this
amazement
,
thus
the
Delphian
God
,
Spake
from
the
Incenst
Altar
:
Lord
of
Creete
,
Thus
say
to
Saturne
:
Sibill
his
faire
wife
,
Is
great
with
a
yong
Prince
of
Noble
hopes
,
That
shall
his
fathers
vertues
much
excell
,
Ceaze
on
his
Crowne
,
and
driue
him
downe
to
Hell
.
Sat.
The
Gods
(
if
there
be
any
boue
our selfe
)
Enuy
our
greatnesse
,
and
of
one
that
seekes
To
beare
himselfe
boue
man
,
makes
me
more
wretched
Then
the
most
slauish
bruit
.
What
shall
my
Sibill
Bring
me
a
sonne
;
that
shall
depose
me
then
?
He
shall
not
;
I
will
crosse
the
Deities
,
I'le
toombe
th'usurper
in
his
Infant
bloud
,
I'le
keepe
my
oath
;
Prince
Tytan
shall
succeed
,
Maugre
the
enuious
Gods
,
the
brat
shall
bleed
.
1.
Lor.
Way
for
the
dowager
Queene
,
Enter
Vesta
sad
Sat.
How
fares
our
mother
?
How
i'st
with
faire
Sibilla
,
our
deere
Queene
?
Vesta
.
Your
Queenes
deliuered
.
Sat.
Of
some
female
birth
,
You
Deities
I
begge
:
make
me
oh
Heauens
,
No
more
inhumane
in
the
tragicke
slaughter
Of
princely
Infants
,
fill
my
decreed
number
With
Virgins
,
though
in
them
I
loose
my
name
And
kingdome
,
either
make
her
barren
euer
Or
else
all
generatiue
power
and
appetite
Depriue
me
:
lest
my
purple
sinne
be
stil'd
Many
degrees
boue
murder
.
What's
her
birth
?
Vesta
.
Shee's
the
sad
mother
of
a
second
sonne
.
Saturn
.
Be
euer
dumbe
,
let
euerlasting
silence
Tong-tye
the
world
,
all
humane
voyce
henceforth
,
Turne
to
confus'd
,
and
vndistinguisht
found
,
Of
barking
Hounds
,
hoarse
beares
,
&
howling
wolues
,
To
stop
all
rumour
that
may
fil
the
world
With
Saturnes
tyranies
against
his
sonnes
.
Vest.
Ah
,
did
but
Saturne
see
you
smiling
babe
,
Hee'd
giue
it
life
,
and
breake
ten
thousand
oathes
Rather
then
suffer
the
sweet
infant
dye
,
His
very
looke
would
begge
a
quicke
reprieue
Euen
of
the
tyrant
Tytan
saw
the
vnkle
With
what
a
gracefull
looke
the
Infant
smiles
,
Hee'd
giue
it
life
,
although
he
purchas'd
it
with
losse
of
a
great
Kingdome
.
Saturn
.
Then
spare
the
lad
:
I
did
offend
too
much
To
kill
the
first
,
tell
Sibill
he
shall
liue
,
I'le
be
no
more
so
monstrous
in
my
rigor
,
Nor
with
the
bloud
of
Princes
buy
my
Crowne
.
No
more
their
Cradles
shall
be
made
their
Tombes
,
Nor
their
soft
swathes
become
their
winding
sheetes
:
How
can
my
subiects
thinke
Il'e
spare
their
liues
,
That
to
my
owne
can
be
so
tyranous
?
Tell
Sibill
he
shall
liue
.
Uest.
Vesta
will
be
that
ioyfull
messenger
.
Saturn
.
Stay
,
let
me
first
reward
the
Oracle
,
It
told
me
Sibill
should
produce
a
sonne
,
That
should
his
Fathers
vertues
much
excell
,
Cease
on
my
Crowne
,
and
driue
me
downe
to
Hell
.
Must
I
then
giue
an
Infant-traitor
life
,
To
sting
me
to
the
heart
?
the
brat
shall
bleed
.
Uesta
.
Sweet
sonne
.
1.
Lord
.
Deere
soueraigne
.
Saturn
.
He
that
next
replyes
,
Mother
or
friend
,
by
Saturnes
fury
dyes
.
Away
,
fetch
me
his
heart
,
brimme
me
a
bowle
With
his
warme
bloud
.
Tyran
,
my
vow
I'le
keep
,
Life
newly
wakend
,
shall
as
newly
sleep
.
Vest.
Worse
then
a
bruit
,
for
bruits
preserue
their
own
Worse
then
the
worst
of
things
is
Saturne
growne
.
Saturn
.
Command
the
childe
to
death
.
Uesta
.
Tyrant
,
I
will
.
Tygers
would
saue
whom
Saturn
means
to
kill
,
Sat.
It
is
my
sonne
whom
I
command
to
death
,
A
Prince
that
may
succed
me
in
my
Throne
,
And
to
posterity
reuiue
my
name
.
Call
Vesta
backe
,
and
bid
her
saue
the
Babe
.
1.
Lord
.
I'le
do't
my
Lord
.
Sat.
Yet
stay
:
the
lad
to
kill
I
saue
my
oath
,
and
keep
my
kingdome
still
.
Post
after
her
and
charge
them
on
their
liues
,
Send
me
the
babes
bloud
in
a
cup
of
gold
,
A
present
which
I'le
offer
to
the
Gods
.
Delay
not
,
bee't
our
mother
,
nay
our
wife
,
Forfeits
her
owne
to
saue
the
Infants
life
.
1.
Lord
.
I
shall
informe
them
so
.
Sat.
Is
this
a
deity
,
To
be
more
wretched
then
the
worst
on
earth
,
To
be
depriu'd
,
that
comfort
of
my
issue
,
Which
euen
the
basest
of
my
land
enioy
:
Il'e
henceforth
for
my
rigor
hate
my selfe
,
Pleasures
despise
,
and
ioyes
abandon
quite
.
The
purest
bloud
that
runnes
within
my
veines
,
I'le
dull
with
thicke
,
and
troubled
melancholy
,
Il'e
warre
with
comfort
,
be
at
oddes
with
solace
,
And
league
with
nothing
but
distemprature
.
Henceforth
my
vnkem'd
lockes
shall
knot
in
curles
,
Rasor
nor
any
edge
shall
kisse
my
cheeke
,
Vntill
my
chin
appeare
a
wildernesse
,
And
make
we
wild
in
knowledge
to
the
world
.
Perpetuall
care
shall
cabin
in
my
heart
,
My
tyranny
I'le
punish
in
my selfe
,
And
saue
the
Gods
that
labour
—
Saturns
disturbance
to
the
world
shall
be
,
That
planet
that
infuseth
melancholy
.
Enter
Sibilla
lying
in
child-bed
,
with
her
child
lying
by
her
,
and
her
Nurse
,
&c.
Sibilla
.
Is
not
our
mother
Vesta
yet
return'd
,
That
made
herselfe
th'unwilling
messenger
,
To
bring
the
king
newes
of
his
new-borne
sonne
?
Nurs.
Madam
,
not
yet
.
Sibil.
Mother
,
of
all
that
euer
mothers
were
Most
wretched
.
kisse
thy
sweet
babe
ere
he
dye
,
That
hath
life
onely
lent
to
suffer
death
.
Sweet
Lad
,
I
would
thy
father
saw
thee
smile
,
Thy
beauty
and
thy
pretty
Infancy
,
Would
molifie
his
heart
wer't
hew'd
from
flint
,
Or
caru'd
with
Iron
tooles
from
the
corsicke
rocke
,
Thou
laughest
to
thinke
thou
must
be
kild
in
iest
.
Oh
if
thou
needs
must
dye
,
I'le
be
thy
murdresse
,
And
kill
thee
with
my
kisses
(
pretty
knaue
)
And
canst
thou
laugh
to
see
thy
mother
weepe
?
Or
art
thou
in
thy
cheerefull
smiles
so
free
In
scorne
of
thy
rude
fathers
tyranny
?
Nurs.
Madam
,
the
King
hath
slaine
his
first
borne
son
,
Whom
had
hee
seene
aliue
,
hee'd
not
haue
giuen
For
ten
such
Kingdomes
as
he
now
enioyes
,
The
death
of
such
a
faire
and
hopefull
child
,
Is
full
as
much
as
Tytan
can
demand
.
Sib.
He
shall
spare
this
sweet
babe
,
I'le
ransome
thee
With
my
owne
life
,
the
knife
that
pierceth
thee
,
Will
wound
thy
mothers
side
,
and
I
shall
feele
The
least
sharpe
stroke
from
his
offensiue
steele
.
Nurs.
The
mother
Queen's
return'd
.
Enter
Vesta
How
lookes
she
Nurse
?
Let
her
not
speake
,
but
yet
a
little
longer
My
hopes
hold
in
suspence
:
oh
me
most
wretched
,
I
reade
my
Lords
harsh
answere
in
her
eye
,
Her
very
lookes
tell
me
the
boy
must
dye
.
Say
,
must
he
?
must
he
?
kill
me
with
that
word
,
Which
will
wound
deeper
then
King
Saturnes
sword
.
Vesta
.
The
boy
must
dye
.
Sib.
Oh!
Nurs.
Looke
to
the
Queene
,
she
faints
.
Vest.
Oh
let's
not
loose
the
mother
with
her
infant
,
The
losse
of
one's
too
much
.
Sibill.
Oh
wher's
my
childe
?
Ile
hide
thee
in
my
bed
,
my
bosome
,
brest
,
The
murderer
shall
not
finde
my
little
sonne
,
Thou
shalt
not
dye
,
be
not
afraid
my
boy
.
Go
tell
the
King
hees
mine
as
well
as
his
,
And
I'le
not
kill
my
part
:
one
he
hath
slaine
,
In
which
I
had
like
interest
:
this
I'le
saue
,
And
euery
second
sonne
keepe
from
the
graue
.
Enter
the
first
Lord
.
Vesta
.
Fobeare
sir
,
for
this
place
is
priuiledg'd
,
And
onely
for
free
women
.
1.
Lord
.
Yet
is
the
Kings
command
boue
your
decree
,
And
I
must
play
th'intruder
gainst
my
will
.
The
King
vpon
your
liues
hath
charged
you
,
To
see
that
infant
Lad
immediatly
Receiue
his
death
,
he
stayes
for
his
warme
bloud
To
offer
to
the
Gods
.
To
thinke
him
slaine
,
Sad
partner
of
your
sorrowes
I
remaine
.
Nurs.
Madam
you
heare
the
king
doth
threat
our
liues
Let's
kill
him
then
.
Sib.
Is
he
inexorable
?
Why
should
not
I
proue
as
seuere
a
mother
As
he
a
cruell
father
:
since
the
King
Hath
doom'd
him
,
I
the
Queene
will
doo't
my selfe
,
Giue
me
the
fatall
Engine
of
his
wrath
,
Il'e
play
the
horrid
murdresse
for
this
once
.
I'le
kisse
thee
ere
I
kill
thee
:
for
my
life
,
The
Lad
so
smiles
,
I
cannot
hold
the
knife
.
Uesta
.
Then
giue
him
me
,
I
am
his
Grand-mother
,
And
I
will
kill
him
gently
:
this
sad
office
Belongs
to
me
,
as
to
the
next
of
kin
.
Sib.
For
heauens
sake
when
you
kil
him
,
hurt
him
not
.
Vesta
.
Come
little
knaue
,
prepare
your
naked
throat
,
I
haue
not
heart
to
giue
thee
many
wounds
,
My
kindnesse
is
to
take
thy
life
at
once
.
(
Now
.
)
Alacke
my
pretty
Grand-child
,
smil'st
thou
still
?
I
haue
lust
to
kisse
,
but
haue
no
heart
to
kill
.
Nurs.
You
may
be
carelesse
of
the
kings
command
,
But
it
concernes
me
,
and
I
loue
my
life
More
then
I
do
a
sucklings
,
giue
him
me
,
I'le
make
him
sure
,
a
sharpe
weapon
lend
,
I'le
quickly
bring
the
yongster
to
his
end
.
Alacke
my
pretty
knaue
,
t'were
more
then
sin
,
With
a
sharpe
knife
to
touch
thy
tender
skin
.
On
Madame
,
hee's
so
full
of
Angell
grace
I
cannot
strike
,
he
smiles
so
in
my
face
.
Sib.
I'le
wink
&
strike
,
come
once
more
reach
him
hither
:
For
dye
he
must
,
so
Saturne
hath
decreed
,
'Las
for
a
world
I
would
not
see
him
bleed
.
Vesta
.
Ne
shall
he
do
,
but
sweare
me
secresie
,
The
babe
shall
liue
,
and
we
be
dangerlesse
,
Sib,
O
blesse
me
with
such
happinesse
.
Vesta
.
Attend
me
.
The
king
of
Epires
daughters
,
two
bright
maids
,
Owe
me
for
many
fauours
the
like
loue
,
These
I
dare
trust
,
to
them
I'le
send
this
babe
To
be
brought
vp
,
but
not
as
Saturns
sonne
.
Do
but
prouide
some
trusty
messenger
,
My
honour
for
his
safety
.
Sib.
But
by
what
meanes
shall
we
delude
the
king
,
Vest.
A
yong
Kids
heart
,
swimming
in
reeking
bloud
Wee'l
send
the
King
,
and
with
such
forged
griefe
,
And
counterfet
sorrow
shadow
it
,
That
this
imposture
neuer
shall
be
found
.
Sib.
Oh
twice
my
mother
you
bestow
vpon
me
,
A
double
life
thus
to
preserue
my
boy
.
Nurs.
Giue
me
the
child
,
I'le
finde
a
messenger
,
Shall
beare
him
safe
to
Melliseus
Court
.
Vesta
.
The
bloud
and
heart
I'le
presently
prouide
,
T'appease
the
rage
of
Saturne
.
Sib.
First
lets
sweare
,
To
keepe
this
secret
from
King
Saturnes
eare
.
Vesta
.
We
will
,
and
if
this
plot
passe
vndiscouer'd
By
like
deuise
we
will
saue
all
your
sonnes
.
About
our
taskes
;
you
some
choyce
friend
to
finde
,
I
with
my
feigned
teares
the
King
to
blinde
.
Act.
3.
Scoene
1.
Enter
Homer
.
Hom.
Yong
Iupiter
doth
force
this
beauteous
maid
,
And
after
would
haue
made
her
his
bright
Queene
.
But
discontent
she
in
the
Forrest
staid
,
Loath
of
Diana's
virgins
to
be
seene
.
Oft
did
she
write
,
oft
send
,
but
all
in
vaine
,
She
neuer
will
returne
to
Court
againe
.
Eight
moones
are
fild
&
wain'd
when
she
grows
great
And
yong
Ioues
issue
in
her
wombe
doth
spring
.
This
day
Diana
doth
her
Nimphs
intreat
,
Vnto
a
solemne
bathing
,
where
they
bring
Deflowr'd
Calisto
,
note
how
she
would
hide
That
which
time
found
,
and
great
Diana
spide
.
A
dumbe
shew
.
Enter
Diana
and
all
her
Nimphs
to
bathe
them
:
shee
makes
them
suruey
the
place
.
They
vnlace
themselues
,
and
vnlose
their
buskins
:
only
Calisto
refuseth
to
make
her
ready
.
Diana
sends
Atlanta
to
her
,
who
perforce
vnlacing
her
,
finds
her
great
belly
,
and
shewes
it
to
Diana
,
who
turnes
her
out
of
her
society
,
and
leaues
her
.
Calisto
likewise
in
great
sorrow
forsakes
the
place
.
Her
crime
thus
found
,
shee's
banisht
from
their
crew
,
And
in
a
caue
she
childs
a
valiant
sonne
,
Cal'd
Archas
,
who
doth
noble
deeds
pursue
,
And
by
Ioues
gift
Pelagia's
seate
hath
wonne
,
Which
after
by
his
worth
,
and
glorious
fame
,
He
hath
trans-stil'd
Archadia
by
his
name
.
But
we
returne
to
Tytan
,
who
by
spyes
Hath
learn'd
,
that
Saturne
hath
kept
sonnes
aliue
.
He
now
assembles
all
his
strange
allyes
,
And
for
the
crowne
of
Creet
intends
to
striue
.
Of
their
successe
,
and
fortunes
we
proceed
,
Where
Tytans
sonnes
by
youthfull
Ioue
must
bleed
.
Enter
Tytan
,
Lycaon
,
Encelaàus
,
Aegeon
in
Armes
,
drum
,
colours
,
and
attendants
,
Tytan
.
Now
are
we
strong
,
our
giant
Issue
growne
,
Our
sonnes
in
seuerall
kingdomes
we
haue
planted
,
From
whence
they
haue
deriu'd
vs
braue
supplyes
,
From
Sicily
,
and
from
th'
Aegean
sea
,
That
of
our
sonne
Aegeon
beares
the
name
.
We
haue
assembled
infinites
of
men
,
To
auenge
vs
on
proud
Saturnes
periury
.
Lycaon
.
What
I
haue
said
to
Tytan
,
Il'e
make
good
,
Tis
rumor'd
Melliseus
Foster-child
He
that
expulst
me
from
Pelagia's
Crowne
.
And
in
my
high
tribunall
sits
enthron'd
,
Is
Saturnes
sonne
,
and
stiled
Iupiter
,
(
Besides
my
daughter
by
his
lust
deflowred
)
On
vs
the
poore
distressed
Tytanoyes
He
hath
committed
many
out-rages
.
Aege.
All
which
wee'l
punish
on
K.
Saturnes
head
,
I
that
haue
made
th'
Aegean
confines
shake
,
And
with
my
powerfull
voyce
affrighted
Heauen
:
From
whose
enraged
eyes
the
darkned
skyes
Haue
borrowed
lustre
,
and
Promethian
fire
,
Will
fright
from
Creet
the
proud
Saturnian
troope
,
And
thousand
hack't
and
mangled
souldiers
bring
To
intombe
the
glories
of
the
Cretan
King
.
Encel.
That
must
be
left
to
great
Enceladus
,
The
pride
and
glory
of
the
Tytans
hoast
.
I
that
haue
curb'd
the
billowes
with
a
frowne
,
And
with
a
smile
haue
made
the
Ocean
calme
,
Spurn'd
downe
huge
mountains
with
my
armed
foot
,
And
with
my
shoulders
lift
the
vallies
high
,
Wil
in
the
wrinkles
of
my
stormy
brow
,
Bury
the
glories
of
the
Cretan
King
,
And
on
his
slaughtered
bulke
braine
all
his
sonnes
.
Aegeon
.
And
what
shall
I
do
then
?
Encel.
Do
thou
stand
still
,
Whil'st
I
the
foes
of
Tytan
pash
and
kill
.
Am
I
not
eldest
from
great
Tytans
loynes
,
The
Saturnists
hereditarie
scurdge
?
Leaue
all
these
deeds
of
horror
to
my
hand
,
I
like
a
Trophy
ore
their
spoyles
will
stand
.
Lica.
Why
breath
we
then
?
Encel
Come
arme
your
sinowy
limbes
,
With
rage
and
fury
fright
pale
pitty
hence
,
And
drowne
him
in
the
sweate
your
bodies
still
.
With
hostile
industry
tosse
flaming
brands
About
your
fleecy
lockes
,
to
threat
their
Cities
With
death
and
desolation
,
let
your
steele
Glistring
against
the
sunne
,
daze
their
bright
eyes
,
That
with
the
dread
of
our
astonishment
They
may
be
sunke
in
Lethe
,
and
their
graue
May
be
the
darke
vawlt
,
cal'd
obliuious
Caue
,
Titan.
Are
our
Embassadors
to
Saturne
gone
,
To
let
him
know
whence
this
our
warre
proceedes
?
Lica,
Your
message
hath
by
this
startled
th'vsurper
,
Encel.
Set
on
them
,
waste
their
confines
as
we
march
,
And
let
them
tast
the
rage
of
sword
and
fire
,
Th'
Alarm's
giuen
,
and
hath
by
this
arriú'd
Euen
at
the
wals
of
Creet
,
the
cittadell
Where
the
Cathedrall
Saturne
is
enthron'd
.
Tytan
.
Warlicke
Aegeon
and
Enceladus
,
Noble
Lycaon
lend
vs
your
assistance
To
forradge
as
we
march
,
plant
desolation
Through
all
this
fertile
soile
,
be
this
your
cry
;
Reuendge
on
Saturne
for
his
periury
.
Exit
.
Enter
Saturne
with
haire
and
beard
ouergrowne
,
Sibilla
,
Iuno
,
his
Lords
,
drum
,
colours
and
souldiers
.
Sat.
None
speake
,
let
no
harsh
voyce
presume
to
iarr
In
our
distressed
care
,
I
am
all
sad
,
All
horrour
and
afrightment
,
since
the
slaughter
And
tragick
murder
of
my
first
borne
Ops
,
Continued
in
the
vnnaturall
massacre
Of
three
yong
Princes
:
not
a
day
hath
left
me
Without
distast
,
no
night
but
double
darkned
With
terrour
and
confused
melancholy
:
No
houre
but
hath
had
care
and
discontent
Proportion'd
to
his
minutes
not
an
instant
:
Without
remorse
and
anguish
.
Oh
you
crownes
,
Why
are
you
made
,
and
mettald
out
of
cares
?
I
am
ouergrowne
with
sorrow
,
circumuailed
With
multiplicity
of
distempratures
,
And
Saturne
is
a
King
of
nothing
else
,
But
woes
,
vexations
,
sorrowes
,
and
laments
.
To
adde
to
these
the
threatnings
of
red
war
,
As
if
the
murther
of
my
Princely
babes
Were
not
enough
to
plague
an
vsurpation
,
But
they
must
adde
the
rage
of
sword
and
fire
,
To
affright
my
people
:
these
are
miseries
,
Able
to
be
comprised
in
no
dimension
.
Iuno
.
My
father
shall
not
macerate
himselfe
,
Ile
dare
to
interrupt
his
passions
,
Although
I
buy
it
deerely
with
his
hate
.
My
Lord
you
are
a
King
of
a
great
people
,
Your
power
sufficient
to
repulse
a
foe
Greater
then
Tytan
.
Though
my
brothers
birthes
Be
crown'd
in
bloud
,
yet
am
I
still
reseru'd
To
be
the
hopefull
comfort
of
your
age
.
Sat.
My
dearest
Iuno
,
beautifull
remainder
Of
Saturnes
royall
issue
,
but
for
thee
I
had
ere
this
with
these
my
fingers
torne
A
graue
out
of
the
rockes
,
to
haue
entomb'd
The
wretched
carkasse
of
a
caitife
King
:
And
I
will
liue
,
be't
but
to
make
thee
Queene
Of
all
the
triumphes
and
the
spoyles
I
winne
.
Speake
,
what's
the
proiect
of
their
inuasion
?
1.
Lord
.
That
the
King
of
Creet
,
Hath
not
(
according
to
his
vowes
and
oathes
)
Slaine
his
male
issue
.
Sat.
Haue
I
not
their
blouds
Already
quaft
to
angry
Nemesis
?
Haue
not
these
ruthlesse
and
remorslesse
eyes
,
(
Vn-father-like
)
beheld
their
panting
hearts
Swimming
in
bowles
of
bloud
?
Am
I
not
sonne-lesse
?
Nay
child-lesse
too
,
saue
Iuno
whom
I
loue
:
And
dare
they
then
?
Come
,
our
continued
sorrow
Shall
into
scarlet
indignation
turne
,
And
my
sonnes
bloud
shall
crowne
their
guilty
heads
With
purple
vengeance
.
Valiant
Lords
,
set
on
,
And
meet
them
to
their
last
destruction
.
1.
Lord
.
March
forward
.
Sat.
Stay
,
because
wee'l
ground
our
warres
On
iustice
:
Faire
Sibilla
,
on
thy
life
,
I
charge
thee
tell
me
,
and
dissemble
not
,
By
all
the
hopes
in
Saturne
thou
hast
stor'd
,
Our
nuptiall
pleasures
,
and
affaires
of
loue
,
As
thou
esteem'st
our
grace
,
or
vengeance
fear'st
,
Resolue
me
truly
.
Hast
thou
sonnes
aliue
?
Sibilla
kneeles
.
These
teares
,
and
that
deiection
on
thy
knee
,
Accompanied
with
dumbnesse
,
argue
guilt
.
Arise
and
speake
.
Sib.
Let
Saturne
know
,
I
am
a
Woman
then
,
And
more
,
I
am
a
Mother
:
would
you
haue
me
A
monster
,
to
exceed
in
cruelty
The
sauadgest
of
Sauadges
?
Beares
,
Tygers
,
Wolues
,
All
feed
their
yong
:
would
Saturne
haue
his
Queene
More
fierce
then
these
?
Thinke
you
Sibilla
dare
Murder
her
yong
,
whom
cruell
beasts
would
spare
?
Let
me
be
held
a
mother
,
not
a
murdresse
:
For
Saturne
,
thou
hast
liuing
three
braue
sonnes
.
But
where
?
rather
then
to
reueale
to
thee
,
That
thou
may'st
send
,
their
guiltlesse
bloud
to
spill
,
Here
cease
my
life
,
for
them
thou
shalt
not
kill
.
Sat.
Amazement
,
warre
,
the
threatning
Oracle
,
All
muster
strange
perplexions
'bout
my
braine
,
And
robbe
me
of
the
true
ability
Of
my
direct
conceiuements
.
Doubt
,
and
warre
.
Tytans
inuasion
,
and
my
ielousie
;
Make
me
vnfit
for
answere
.
1.
Lord
.
Royall
Saturne
,
'Twas
pitty
in
the
Queene
so
to
preserue
them
.
Your
strictnesse
slew
them
,
they
are
dead
in
you
,
And
in
the
pitty
of
your
Queene
suruiue
.
Sat.
Diuine
assistance
plunge
me
from
these
troubles
,
Mortality
here
failes
me
,
I
am
wrapt
In
millions
of
confusions
.
Enter
a
Lord
.
2.
Lord
.
Arme
,
great
Saturne
,
Thy
Cities
burne
:
a
generall
massacre
Threatens
thy
people
.
The
bigge
Tytanoys
Plow
vp
thy
Land
with
their
inuasiue
steele
.
A
huge
vn-numbred
army
is
at
hand
,
To
set
vpon
thy
Campe
.
Sat.
All
my
disturbances
Conuert
to
rage
,
and
make
my
spleene
as
high
As
is
their
toplesse
fury
,
to
incounter
With
equall
force
and
vengeance
.
Go
Sibilla
,
Conuey
my
beauteous
Iuno
to
the
place
Of
our
best
strength
,
whil'st
we
contend
in
Armes
For
this
rich
Cretan
wreath
:
the
battel
done
,
And
they
confin'd
,
wee'l
treat
of
these
affaires
.
Perhaps
our
loue
may
with
this
breach
dispence
,
But
first
to
Armes
,
to
beate
th'intruders
hence
.
Exeūt
.
Alarme
.
Enter
Tytan
,
Lycaon
,
Enceladus
,
Egeon
.
Tyt.
Saturne
giues
backe
,
and
'gins
to
leaue
the
field
.
Lica.
Pursue
him
then
vnto
that
place
of
strength
,
Which
the
proud
Cretans
hold
impregnable
.
Encel.
This
Gigomantichia
be
eternis'd
For
our
affright
and
terror
:
If
they
flye
,
Tosse
rockkes
,
and
toppes
of
Mountaines
after
them
To
stumble
them
,
or
else
entombe
them
quicke
.
Aegeon
.
They
haue
already
got
into
the
towne
,
And
barricadoed
'gainst
vs
their
Iron
gates
.
What
meanes
then
shall
we
finde
to
startle
them
?
Ence.
What
,
but
to
spurn
down
their
offenciue
mures
?
To
shake
in
two
their
Adamantine
gates
,
Their
marble
columnes
by
the
ground
fylls
teare
,
And
kicke
their
ruin'd
walles
as
high
as
heauen
?
Tyt.
Pursue
them
to
their
gates
,
and
'bout
their
Citie
Plant
a
strong
siege
.
Now
Saturne
all
my
suffrances
Shall
on
thy
head
fall
heauy
,
wee'l
not
spare
Old
man
or
babe
.
The
Tytans
all
things
dare
.
Exeunt
.
Alarme
.
Enter
Saturne
,
Sibilla
,
Iuno
,
with
other
Lords
of
Creet
.
Sat.
The
heauens
haue
for
our
barbarous
cruelty
Done
in
the
murther
of
our
first
borne
Ops
,
Powr'd
on
our
head
this
vengeance
.
Where
,
oh
where
Shall
we
finde
rescue
?
Sib.
Patience
royall
Saturne
.
Sat.
Bid
Woolues
be
milde
,
and
Tygers
pittiful
,
Command
the
Libian
Lions
abstinence
,
Teach
me
to
mollifie
the
Corsicke
rocke
,
Or
make
the
Mount
Chymera
passable
.
What
Monarch
wrapt
in
my
confusions
,
Can
tell
what
patience
meanes
?
Iuno
.
Oh
royall
Father
!
Sat.
Oh
either
teach
me
rescue
from
these
troubles
,
Or
bid
me
euerlastingly
,
ey
euer
Sinke
in
despaire
and
horror
,
Syb.
Oh
my
Lord
,
You
haue
from
your
owne
loines
issue
reserued
,
that
may
redeeme
all
these
calamities
.
Saturne
.
Issue
from
vs
?
Syb.
From
Saturne
and
Sybilla
.
That
royall
Prince
King
of
Pelagia
,
And
famous
Melliseus
foster-child
,
Whom
all
the
world
stiles
by
the
noble
name
Of
Iupiter
,
hee
is
King
Saturnes
sonne
.
Satu.
Thou
hast
Sybilla
kept
that
sonne
aliue
That
onely
can
redeeme
mee
from
this
thraldome
,
Oh
how
shall
we
acquaint
yong
Iupiter
,
With
this
his
fathers
hard
successe
in
Armes
.
Syb.
My
care
did
euer
these
euents
foresee
.
And
I
haue
sent
to
your
suruiuing
sonne
,
To
come
vnto
your
rescue
;
Then
great
Saturne
,
In
your
wiues
pitty
seeme
to
applaude
the
heauens
,
That
make
me
their
relentfull
minister
,
In
the
repairing
of
your
downe
cast-state
.
Satu.
If
royall
Iupiter
be
Saturnes
sonne
,
We
shall
be
either
rescued
or
reueng'd
,
And
now
I
shall
not
dread
those
Tytanois
,
That
threaten
fire
and
steele
.
Syb.
Trust
your
Sybilla
.
Satu.
Thou
art
my
anchor
,
and
the
onely
columne
That
supports
Saturnes
glory
,
Oh
my
Iupiter
,
On
thee
the
basis
of
my
hopes
I
erect
,
And
in
thy
life
King
Saturnes
fame
suruiues
.
Are
messengers
dispatch'd
to
signifie
My
sonne
of
our
distresse
.
Sib.
As
farre
as
Epire
.
Where
as
we
vnderstand
,
Ioue
now
remaines
,
Satu.
Then
Tytan
,
and
the
proud
Enceladus
,
Hyperion
and
Aegeon
with
the
rest
,
Of
all
the
earth-bread
race
we
wey
you
not
,
Threaten
your
worst
,
let
all
your
eyes
sparke
fire
.
Your
flaming
nosthrils
like
Auernus
smoake
,
Your
tongues
speak
thunder
,
&
your
armed
hands
Fling
Trisulke
lightning
:
Be
you
Gods
aboue
,
Or
come
you
with
infernall
hatred
arm'd
,
We
dread
you
not
:
we
haue
a
sonne
suruiues
,
Shall
calme
your
tempests
:
beautious
Iuno
comfort
,
And
cheare
Sybilla
,
if
he
vndertake
Our
rescue
,
we
from
danger
are
secure
,
Wee
in
his
valour
all
our
liues
assure
.
Exeunt
:
A
flourish
.
Enter
Iupiter
and
Melliseus
with
attendants
Mell.
Faire
Prince
,
for
lesse
by
your
desertes
and
honour
.
You
cannot
be
:
your
fortunes
and
your
birth
Are
both
vnknowne
to
me
:
my
two
faire
daughters
As
a
swath'd
infant
brought
you
to
my
Court
,
But
whence
,
or
of
what
parents
you
proceed
I
am
meerely
ignorant
.
Iup.
Then
am
I
nothing
,
And
till
I
know
whence
my
descent
hath
bene
,
Or
from
what
house
deriu'd
,
I
am
but
aire
,
And
no
essentiall
substance
of
a
man
.
Enter
Calisto
pursu'd
by
her
yong
sonne
Archas.
Cal.
Help
,
help
,
for
heauen
sake
help
,
I
am
pursu'd
,
And
by
my
sonne
,
that
seemes
to
threate
my
life
,
Iup.
Stay
that
bold
lad
.
Cal.
What's
he
?
false
Iupiter
?
Iup.
Calisto
,
or
I
much
deceiue
my selfe
.
Cal.
Oh
thou
most
false
,
most
treacherous
,
and
vnkind
,
Behold
Calisto
by
her
sonne
pursu'd
,
Indeed
thy
sonne
:
this
little
sauadge
youth
Hath
liued
'mongst
Tygers
,
Lyons
,
Wolues
,
and
Beares
,
And
since
his
birth
partakes
their
cruelty
.
Archas
his
name
:
since
I
Diana
left
,
And
from
her
chast
traine
was
diuorc't
,
this
youth
I
childed
in
a
caue
remote
and
silent
.
His
nurture
was
amongst
the
sauadges
.
This
day
I
by
misfortune
mou'd
his
spleene
,
And
he
pursu'd
me
with
reuenge
and
fury
,
And
had
I
not
forsooke
the
shades
and
forrests
,
And
fled
for
rescue
to
these
walled
Townes
,
He
had
slaine
me
in
his
fury
:
saue
me
then
,
Let
not
the
sonne
the
mother
sacrifice
Before
the
fathers
eye
.
Iup.
Archas
my
sonne
,
my
yong
son
Archas
,
Iupiters
first
borne
Oh
let
me
hugge
thee
,
and
a
thousand
times
Embrace
thee
in
myne
armes
.
Lycaons
grand-child
Calisto's
sonne
;
Oh
will
you
beauteous
Lady
Forsake
the
forrests
and
yet
liue
with
vs
?
Cal.
No
thou
false
man
,
for
thy
periurious
lusts
I
haue
abandoned
humaine
subtelties
:
There
take
thy
sonne
,
and
vse
him
like
a
Prince
,
Being
sonne
vnto
a
Princesse
.
Teach
him
Arts
,
And
honoured
armes
.
For
me
:
I
haue
abiur'd
All
peopled
Citties
,
and
betooke
my selfe
To
solitary
deserts
.
Ioue
adue
.
Thou
prouing
false
,
no
mortall
can
be
true
Exit
.
Arc.
Since
she
will
needs
be
gone
,
be
pleased
then
,
Weari'd
with
beasts
,
I
long
to
liue
'mongst
men
.
Iup.
Yet
stay
Calisto
,
why
wilt
thou
out-runne
Thy
Iupiter
?
Shee
gone
,
welcome
my
sonne
.
My
deere
sonne
Archas
,
whom
if
fortune
smile
,
I
will
create
Lord
of
a
greater
stile
.
Enter
the
Clowne
with
letters
.
Clowne
.
Saue
you
sir
,
is
your
name
K.
Melliseus
Melli.
We
are
Melliseus
,
and
the
Epire
King
,
Clowne
.
Then
this
letter
is
to
you
,
but
is
there
not
one
in
your
Court
,
cal'd
(
let
me
see
)
haue
you
here
neuer
a
gibbit-maker
?
Iup.
Sirra
,
here's
one
cal'd
Iupiter
.
Clowne
.
Ey
Iupiter
,
that's
he
that
I
would
speake
with
.
Here's
another
letter
to
you
,
but
ere
you
reade
it
,
pray
let
me
aske
you
one
question
.
Iup.
What's
that
?
Clowne
.
Whether
you
,
be
a
wise
child
or
no
?
Iup.
Your
reason
?
Clowne
.
Because
I
would
know
whether
you
know
your
own
father
,
but
if
you
do
not
,
hoping
you
are
in
good
health
,
as
your
father
scarce
was
,
at
the
making
hereof
,
These
are
to
certify
you
.
Iup.
Newes
of
a
father
!
neuer
could
such
tydings
Haue
glutted
me
with
gladnesse
.
They
reade
.
Clowne
For
mine
owne
part
,
though
I
know
not
what
belongs
to
the
getting
of
children
,
yet
I
know
how
to
father
a
child
,
&
because
I
would
be
loath
to
haue
this
Parish
troubled
with
you
,
I
bring
you
newes
where
you
were
borne
.
I
was
the
man
that
laid
you
at
this
mans
dore
,
&
if
you
will
not
go
home
quietly
,
you
shall
be
sent
from
Constable
to
Constable
,
till
you
come
to
the
place
where
you
were
begot
.
Reade
further
&
tell
me
more
.
Melli.
Is
Iupiter
then
mighty
Saturns
sonne
?
Iup.
Am
I
the
sonne
of
Saturne
,
King
of
Creet
?
My
father
baffled
by
the
Tytanoys
?
May
all
my
toward
hopes
die
in
my
birth
,
Nor
let
me
euer
worthily
inherite
The
name
of
royalty
,
if
by
my
valour
I
proue
me
not
discended
royally
,
Clowne
.
I
was
the
man
that
tooke
paines
with
you
,
'twas
I
that
brought
you
in
the
hand-basket
.
Iup.
Should
I
haue
wisht
a
father
through
the
world
,
It
had
bene
Saturne
,
or
a
royall
mother
,
It
had
bene
faire
Sybilla
,
Queene
of
Creet
.
Great
Epires
King
,
peruse
these
tragicke
lines
,
And
in
thy
wonted
bounty
grant
supplies
To
free
my
noble
father
.
Mel.
Iupiter
,
as
I
am
Melliseus
Epyres
King
,
Thou
shalt
haue
free
assistance
.
Iup.
Come
then
,
Arme
,
Assemble
all
the
powers
that
we
can
leauy
.
Archas
,
we
make
thee
of
Pelagia
King
,
As
King
Lycaons
Gran-childe
,
and
the
sonne
Of
faire
Calisto
.
Let
that
Clime
henceforth
Be
cal'd
Arcadia
,
and
vsurpe
thy
name
.
Go
then
and
presse
th'Arcadians
to
the
rescue
Of
royall
Saturne
,
this
great
King
and
I
Will
lead
th'Epyrians
.
Faile
me
not
to
meet
,
To
redeeme
Saturne
,
and
to
rescue
Creet
.
Exeūt
.
Manet
Clown
.
Clown
.
I
haue
no
mind
to
this
buffeting
:
Il'e
walke
after
faire
and
softly
,
in
hope
that
all
the
buffeting
may
be
done
before
I
come
.
Whether
had
I
better
go
home
by
land
,
or
by
sea
?
If
I
go
by
land
,
and
mis-carry
,
then
I
go
the
way
of
all
flesh
.
If
I
go
by
sea
and
mis-carry
,
then
I
go
the
way
of
all
fish
:
I
am
not
yet
resolu'd
.
But
howsoeuer
,
I
haue
done
my
message
so
cleanly
,
that
they
cannot
say
,
the
messenger
is
be-reau'd
of
any
thing
that
belongs
to
his
message
.
Alarme
.
Enter
Tytan
,
Lycaon
,
Enceladus
,
with
Saturne
,
Iuno
,
and
Sibilla
prisoners
.
Tyt.
Downe
trecherous
Lord
,
and
be
our
foot-pace
now
To
ascend
our
high
tribunall
.
Wher's
that
God-head
With
which
the
people
Auee'd
thee
to
heauen
?
Encel.
'Tis
sunke
into
the
deep
Abysme
of
hell
.
Teare
from
his
head
the
golden
wreath
of
Creet
.
Tread
on
his
captiue
bulke
,
and
with
thy
weight
Great
Tytan
,
sinke
him
to
the
infernall
shades
,
So
low
,
that
with
his
trunke
,
his
memory
May
be
extinct
in
Lethe
.
Sat.
More
then
tyrannous
To
triumph
or'e
the
weake
,
and
to
oppresse
The
low
deiected
.
Let
your
cruelty
Be
the
sad
period
of
my
wretchednesse
:
Onely
preserue
my
louely
Iuno's
life
,
And
giue
Sibilla
freedome
,
Encel.
By
these
Gods
.
We
neither
feare
nor
value
,
but
contend
To
equall
in
our
actions
:
both
shall
dye
.
There
shall
no
proud
Saturnian
liue
,
to
braue
The
meanest
of
the
high-borne
Tytanoyes
.
Lyca.
Raze
from
the
earth
their
hatefull
memory
,
And
let
the
bloud
of
Tytan
sway
the
earth
.
Speake
,
are
the
ports
and
confines
strongly
arm'd
'Gainst
all
inuasions
?
Tytan
.
Who
dares
damadge
vs
?
Let
all
the
passages
be
open
left
,
Vnguarded
let
our
ports
and
hauens
lye
.
All
danger
we
despise
,
mischance
or
dread
We
hold
in
base
contempt
.
Encel.
Conquest
is
ours
.
Maugre
diuine
,
or
base
terrestriall
powers
.
Alarme
.
Enter
Aegeon
.
Aege.
Arme
royall
Titan
,
Arme
Enceladus
,
A
pale
of
brandisht
steele
hath
girt
thy
land
.
From
the
earths
Cauernes
breake
infernall
fires
,
To
make
thy
villages
and
hamlets
burne
.
Tempestuous
ruin
in
the
shape
of
warre
Clowds
all
thy
populous
kingdome
,
At
my
heeles
Confusion
dogges
me
,
and
the
voyce
of
death
Still
thunders
in
mine
eares
.
Tyt.
Ist
possible
?
Beare
Saturne
first
to
prison
Wee'l
after
parly
them
.
Ence.
Come
Angels
arm'd
,
or
Diuels
'clad
in
flames
,
Our
fury
shall
repell
them
.
Come
they
girt
With
power
celestiall
,
or
infernall
rage
,
Wee'l
stand
their
fierce
opposure
.
Royall
Titan
,
Aegeon
and
Hyperion
,
d'on
your
armes
,
Brauely
aduance
your
strong
orbicular
shields
,
And
in
your
right
hands
brandish
your
bright
steele
.
Drowne
your
affrightments
in
th'amazed
sounds
Of
martiall
thunder
(
Diapason'd
deep
)
Wee'l
stand
them
,
be
they
Gods
;
(
if
men
,
)
expell
Their
strengthles
force
,
and
stownd
them
low
as
hell
,
A
Florish
.
Enter
marching
K.
Melliseus
,
Iupiter
,
Archas
,
Drumme
and
souldiers
.
Tit.
Whence
are
you
that
intrude
vpon
our
confines
?
Or
what
portend
you
in
these
hostile
sounds
Of
clamorous
warre
?
Iup.
Tytans
destruction
,
With
all
the
ruin
of
his
giant
race
.
Tit.
By
what
pretence
or
claime
?
Iup.
In
right
of
Saturne
:
Whom
against
law
the
Tytans
haue
depos'd
.
Tit.
What
art
thou
speak'st
it
?
Iup.
I
am
Iupiter
.
King
Saturnes
sonne
,
immediate
heire
to
Creet
.
Encel.
There
pause
,
that
word
disturbs
all
thy
claime
,
And
proues
that
Tytan
seates
him
in
his
owne
.
Tyt.
If
Saturne
(
as
thou
say'st
)
hath
sonnes
aliue
,
His
oath
is
broken
,
and
we
are
iustly
seiz'd
Of
Creta's
Crowne
by
his
late
forfeiture
.
Aege.
Thy
tongue
hath
spoke
thy
owne
destruction
,
Since
whom
K.
Saturne
spar'd
,
our
swords
must
kill
,
And
he
is
come
to
offer
vp
that
life
Which
hath
so
long
beene
forfeit
.
Iup.
Tyrants
no
:
The
heauens
preseru'd
me
for
a
further
vse
,
To
plague
your
Off-spring
that
afflict
the
earth
,
And
with
your
threatnings
spurne
against
the
Gods
.
Lyca.
Now
shalt
thou
pay
me
for
Calisto's
wrong
,
Exiling
me
,
and
for
dishonouring
her
.
Iup.
Are
you
there
Caniball
?
Man-eating
woolfe
?
Lycaon
,
thou
art
much
beholding
to
me
,
I
woman'd
first
Calisto
,
and
made
thee
A
grand-father
.
Dost
not
thanke
me
for't
?
See
heer's
the
Boy
,
this
is
Archadia's
King
.
No
more
Pelagia
now
,
since
thy
exile
.
Tyt.
To
thee
that
stil'st
thy selfe
K.
Saturnes
sonne
:
Know
thou
wast
doom'd
before
thy
birth
to
dye
,
Thy
claime
disabled
,
and
in
sauing
thee
Thy
father
hath
made
forfeit
of
his
Crowne
.
Iup.
Know
Tytan
I
was
borne
free
,
as
my
father
,
Nor
had
he
power
to
take
that
life
away
That
the
Gods
freely
gaue
me
.
Tyrants
see
,
Here
is
that
life
you
by
Indenture
claime
,
Seize
it
,
and
take
it
:
but
before
I
fall
,
Death
and
destruction
shall
confound
you
all
.
Encel.
Destruction
is
our
vassaile
,
and
attends
Vpon
the
threatning
of
our
stormy
browes
.
We
trifle
howers
.
Arme
all
your
fronts
with
horror
,
Your
hearts
with
fury
,
and
your
hands
with
death
.
Thunder
meet
thunder
,
tempests
stormes
defie
,
Saturne
and
all
his
issue
this
day
dye
.
Alarme
.
The
battels
ioine
,
Tytan
is
slaine
,
and
his
party
repulst
Enter
Aegeon
.
Aege.
Wher's
now
the
high
and
proud
Enceladus
,
To
stop
the
fury
of
the
Aduerse
foe
,
Or
stay
the
base
flight
of
our
dastard
troupes
?
Tytan
is
slaine
,
Hyperion
strowes
the
earth
,
And
thousands
by
the
hand
of
Iupiter
Are
sent
into
blacke
darknesse
.
All
that
stand
Sink
in
the
weight
of
his
high
Iouiall
hand
.
To
shun
whose
rage
,
Aegeon
thou
must
flye
.
Creet
with
our
hoped
conquests
all
adiew
.
We
must
propose
new
quests
,
since
Saturnes
sonne
Hath
by
his
puissance
all
our
campe
ore-runne
.
Exit
Alarme
.
Enter
Enceladus
leading
his
Army
.
Iupiter
leading
his
.
They
make
a
stand
.
Ence.
None
stir
,
be
all
your
armes
cramp't
&
diseas'd
Your
swords
vn-vsefull
,
may
your
steely
glaues
Command
your
hands
,
and
not
your
sinewes
them
,
Till
I
by
single
valor
haue
subdu'd
This
murderer
of
my
father
.
Iup.
Here
he
stands
,
That
must
for
death
haue
honour
at
thy
hands
.
None
interrupt
vs
,
singly
wee'l
contend
,
And
'twixt
vs
two
giue
these
rude
factions
end
.
Encel.
Two
royall
armies
then
on
both
sides
stand
,
To
view
this
strange
and
dreadfull
Monomachy
.
Thy
fall
,
Saturnian
,
addes
to
my
renowne
:
For
by
thy
death
I
gaine
the
Cretan
Crowne
.
Iup.
Death
is
thy
due
,
I
finde
it
in
thy
starres
,
Whil'st
our
high
name
giues
period
to
these
warres
.
Alarm
.
They
combat
with
iauelings
first
,
after
with
swords
and
targets
.
Iupiter
kils
Enceladus
,
and
enters
with
victory
,
Iupiter
,
Saturne
,
Sibilla
,
Iuno
,
Melliseus
,
Archas
,
with
the
Lords
of
Crete
.
Sat.
Neuer
was
Saturne
deifi'd
till
now
,
Nor
found
that
perfectnesse
the
Gods
enioy
.
Heauen
can
assure
no
greater
happinesse
Then
I
attaine
in
sight
of
Iupiter
,
Sib.
Oh
my
deare
son
,
borne
with
my
painful
throws
,
And
with
the
hazard
of
my
life
preseru'd
,
How
well
hast
thou
acquitted
all
my
trauels
,
In
this
thy
last
and
famous
victory
?
Iup.
This
tels
me
,
that
you
royall
King
of
Creet
My
father
is
:
and
that
renowned
Queene
My
mother
:
all
which
proues
by
circumstance
,
That
'tis
but
duty
,
that
by
me's
atchieu'd
.
Onely
you
beauteous
Lady
stands
apart
,
I
know
not
how
to
stile
.
Satu.
'Tis
Iuno
,
and
thy
sister
.
Iup.
Oh
my
stars
!
You
seeke
to
make
immortall
,
Iupiter
.
Iuno
.
Iuno
is
onely
happy
in
the
fortunes
,
Of
her
renowned
brother
.
Iup.
Royall
Saturne
,
If
euer
I
deseru'd
well
as
a
victor
,
Or
if
my
warlike
deedes
,
yet
bleeding
new
,
And
perfect
both
in
eyes
and
memory
May
pleade
for
me
:
Oh
if
I
may
obtaine
,
As
one
that
merits
,
or
intreate
of
you
,
As
one
that
owes
;
being
titled
now
your
sonne
,
Let
me
espouse
faire
Iuno
:
and
bright
Lady
Let
me
exchange
the
name
of
sister
with
you
And
stile
you
by
a
neerer
name
of
wife
.
Oh
be
my
spouse
faire
Iuno
:
Iuno
.
'Tis
a
name
,
I
prise
'boue
sister
,
if
these
grace
the
same
.
Satu.
What
is
it
I'l
deny
my
Iupiter
?
Shee
is
thy
owne
.
I'l
royalise
thy
nuptials
With
all
the
solemne
triumphes
Creet
can
yeeld
.
Melli.
Epyre
shall
adde
to
these
solemnities
,
And
with
a
bounteous
hand
support
these
triumphs
Archas.
So
all
Archadia
shall
.
Satu.
Then
to
our
Pallace
Passe
on
in
state
,
let
all
raryeties
Showre
downe
from
heauen
a
lardges
,
that
these
bridals
may
exceede
mortall
pompe
.
March
,
March
,
and
leaue
mee
To
contemplate
these
ioyes
,
and
to
deuise
,
How
with
best
state
this
night
to
solemnize
.
They
all
march
of
and
leaue
Saturne
alone
.
Satu.
Saturne
at
length
is
happy
by
his
sonne
,
Whose
matchlesse
and
vnriual'd
dignities
Are
without
peere
on
earth
,
Oh
ioy
,
ioy
?
corsiue
Worse
then
the
throwes
of
child-birth
,
or
the
tortures
Of
blacke
Cimmerian
darkenesse
.
Saturne
,
now
Bethinke
thee
of
the
Delphian
Oracle
:
He
shall
his
fathers
vertue
first
excell
,
Seise
Creet
,
and
after
driue
him
downe
to
hell
.
The
first
is
past
:
my
vertues
are
exceeded
:
The
last
I
will
preuent
,
by
force
or
treason
.
I'l
worke
his
ruine
'ere
he
grow
too
hygh
.
His
starres
haue
cast
it
,
and
the
boy
shall
dy
.
More
sonnes
I
haue
,
more
crownes
I
cannot
winne
,
The
Gods
say
he
must
dy
,
and
tis
no
sinne
.
Actus
.
4.
Scoena
.
1.
Enter
Homer
.
Homer
.
O
blind
ambition
and
desire
of
raine
,
What
horri'd
mischiefe
wilt
not
thou
deuise
?
The
appetite
of
rule
,
and
thirst
of
raigne
Besots
the
foolish
,
and
corrupts
the
wise
.
Behold
a
King
suspicious
of
his
sonne
,
Pursues
his
innocent
life
,
and
without
cause
.
Oh
blind
ambition
what
hast
thou
not
done
Against
religion
,
zeale
and
natures
lawes
?
But
men
are
borne
their
owne
fates
to
pursue
,
Gods
will
be
Gods
,
and
Saturne
finds
it
true
.
A
dumbe
shew
.
Enter
Iupiter
,
Iuno
,
Melliseus
,
Archas
,
as
to
reuels
.
To
them
Saturne
,
drawes
his
sword
to
kill
Iupiter
,
who
onely
defends
himselfe
,
but
beeing
hotly
pursu'd
,
drawes
his
sword
,
beates
away
Saturne
,
seiseth
his
crowne
,
and
sweares
all
the
Lords
of
Creet
to
his
obeysance
,
so
Exit
.
Saturne
against
his
sonne
his
force
extended
,
And
would
haue
slaine
him
by
his
tyrannous
hand
,
Whilst
Iupiter
alone
his
life
defended
.
But
when
no
prayers
his
fury
could
withstand
,
Hee
vs'd
his
force
,
his
father
droue
from
Creet
,
And
as
the
Oracle
before
had
told
Vsurpt
the
Crowne
,
the
Lords
kneele
at
his
feete
,
And
Saturnes
fortunes
are
to
exile
sold
.
But
leauing
him
,
of
Danae
that
bright
lasse
,
How
amorous
Ioue
first
wrought
her
to
his
power
,
How
shee
was
closed
in
a
fort
of
brasse
,
And
how
he
skal'd
it
in
a
golden
showre
,
Of
these
we
next
must
speake
,
curtious
and
wise
,
Help
with
your
hands
,
for
Homer
wants
his
eyes
.
A
flourish
.
Enter
Iupiter
,
Iuno
,
the
Lords
of
Creet
,
Melliseus
,
Archas
,
Neptune
,
and
Pluto
.
Iup.
Our
vnkind
father
double
tyrannous
,
To
prosecute
the
vertues
of
his
sonne
,
Hath
sought
his
owne
Fate
,
and
by
his
ingratitude
Left
to
our
head
th'Imperiall
wreath
of
Creet
:
Which
gladly
we
receiue
.
Neptune
from
Athens
,
And
Pluto
from
the
lower
Tartarie
Both
welcome
to
the
Cretan
Iupiter
.
Those
Starres
that
gouern'd
our
natiuity
,
And
stript
our
fortunes
from
the
hand
of
death
,
Shall
guard
vs
and
maintaine
vs
.
Nept.
Noble
Saturne
,
Famous
in
all
things
,
and
degenerate
onely
,
In
that
inhumaine
practise
'gainst
his
sonnes
,
Is
fled
vs
,
whom
we
came
to
visite
freely
,
And
filiall
duties
to
expresse
.
Great
Athens
The
nurse
and
fostresse
of
my
infancy
,
I
haue
instructed
in
the
sea-mans
craft
.
And
taught
them
truely
how
to
saile
by
starres
Besides
the
vnruly
Iennet
I
haue
tam'd
And
train'd
him
to
the
saddle
for
my
practise
.
The
horse
to
mee
is
soly
consecrate
.
Pluto
.
I
from
the
bounds
of
lower
Tartarie
Haue
trauel'd
to
the
fertile
plaines
of
Creet
.
Nor
am
I
lesse
in
lustre
of
my
fame
,
Then
Neptune
,
or
renowned
Iupiter
.
Those
barren
Kingdomes
I
haue
richt
with
spoiles
,
And
not
a
people
trafficks
in
those
worlds
,
For
wealth
or
treasure
,
but
we
custome
them
,
And
they
inrich
our
coffers
:
our
arm'd
guards
Prey
on
their
Camels
,
and
their
laden
Mules
,
And
Pluto's
through
the
world
renown'd
&
fear'd
.
And
since
we
haue
mist
of
Saturne
lately
fled
,
It
glads
me
yet
,
I
freely
may
suruey
The
honours
of
my
brother
Iupiter
.
Nep.
And
beauteous
Iuno
,
Empresse
of
all
hearts
Whom
Neptune
thus
embraceth
.
Pluto
.
So
doth
Pluto
.
Iun.
All
diuine
honours
crowne
the
royal
temples
Of
my
two
famous
brothers
.
Iup.
King
Melliseus
welcome
them
to
Creet
.
Archas
do
you
the
like
.
Melli.
Princes
your
hands
.
Archas.
You
are
my
royall
vnckles
.
Iup.
Nay
hand
him
Lords
,
he
is
your
kinsman
too
.
Archas
my
sonne
,
of
faire
Calisto
borne
,
I
hope
faire
Iuno
it
offends
not
you
,
It
was
before
your
time
.
Iuno
.
Shee
was
a
strumpet
.
Iup.
Shee
shall
be
a
Starre
.
And
all
the
Qeenes
and
beautious
maides
on
earth
That
are
renown'd
for
high
perfections
,
We'l
woe
and
winne
,
wee
were
borne
to
sway
and
rule
.
Nor
shall
the
name
of
wife
be
curbe
to
vs
.
Or
snaffle
in
our
pleasures
.
Beauteous
Io
,
And
faire
Europa
,
haue
by
out
transhapes
,
And
guiles
of
loue
already
bene
deflour'd
,
Nor
liues
shee
that
is
worthy
our
desires
,
But
we
can
charme
with
court-ship
.
Royal
brothers
what
newes
of
note
is
rumor'd
in
those
Realmes
,
Through
which
you
made
your
trauels
?
Nep.
Haue
you
heard
Of
great
Acrisius
,
the
braue
Arges
King
,
And
of
his
daughter
Danae
.
Iup.
His
renowne
,
And
her
faire
beauty
oft
hath
peirc't
our
eares
.
Nor
can
we
be
at
peace
,
till
we
behold
That
face
fame
hath
so
blazd
on
.
What
of
her
?
Nept.
Of
her
inclosure
in
the
Darreine
Tower
,
Guirt
with
a
triple
Mure
of
shining
brasse
.
Haue
you
not
heard
?
Iup.
But
we
desire
it
highly
.
What
marble
wall
,
or
Adamantine
gate
,
What
Fort
of
steele
,
or
Castle
forg'd
from
brasse
,
Loue
cannot
scale
?
or
beauty
not
breake
through
?
Discourse
the
nouell
Neptune
.
Nept.
Thus
it
was
.
The
Queene
of
Arges
going
great
,
the
King
Sends
(
as
the
custome
is
)
to
th'Oracle
,
To
know
what
fortunes
shall
betide
the
babe
.
Answer's
return'd
by
Phoebus
and
his
Priests
:
The
Queene
shall
childe
a
daughter
beautifull
,
Who
when
she
growes
to
yeares
,
shall
then
bring
forth
A
valiant
Princely
boy
,
yet
such
a
one
That
shall
the
King
his
grandsire
turne
to
stone
.
Danae
is
borne
,
and
as
she
growes
to
ripenesse
,
So
grew
her
fathers
feare
:
and
to
preuent
His
ominous
fate
pronounc'd
by
th'Otacle
,
He
mowlds
this
brazen
Tower
,
impregnable
Both
for
the
seat
and
guard
:
yet
beautifull
As
is
the
gorgeous
palace
of
the
Sunne
.
Iup.
Ill
doth
Acrisius
to
contend
and
warre
Against
th'unchanging
Fates
,
Il'e
scale
that
Towers
:
Or
raine
downe
millions
in
a
golden
shower
.
I
long
to
be
the
father
of
that
babe
,
Begot
on
Danae
,
that
shall
proue
so
braue
,
And
turne
the
dotard
to
his
marble
graue
.
Tis
cast
already
:
Fate
be
thou
my
guide
,
Whil'st
for
this
amorous
iourney
I
prouide
.
Mel.
But
is
the
Lady
there
immur'd
,
and
clos'd
From
all
society
and
sight
of
man
?
Nept.
So
full
of
iealous
feares
is
King
Acrisius
,
That
,
saue
himselfe
,
no
man
must
neere
the
Fort
.
Only
a
guard
of
Beldams
past
their
lusts
,
Vnsensible
of
loue
,
or
amorous
pitty
,
Partly
by
bribes
hir'd
,
partly
curb'd
with
threats
,
Are
guard
vnto
this
bright
imprisoned
dame
.
Plut.
Too
pittilesse
,
and
too
obdur's
the
King
,
To
cloyster
beauty
from
the
sight
of
man
.
But
this
concernes
not
vs
.
Iup.
That
fort
I'le
scale
,
Though
in
attempting
it
be
death
to
faile
.
Brothers
and
Princes
,
all
our
Courts
rarities
Lye
open
to
your
royal'st
entertainment
Yet
pardon
me
,
since
vrgence
cals
me
hence
To
an
inforced
absence
.
Nay
Queene
Iuno
You
must
be
pleas'd
,
the
cause
imports
vs
highly
.
Feast
with
these
Princes
till
our
free
returne
.
Attendance
Lords
,
we
must
descend
in
gold
.
Or
you
imprisoned
beauty
ne'r
behold
.
Exit
.
Enter
foure
old
Beldams
,
with
other
women
.
1.
Beld.
Heer's
a
coyle
to
keep
fire
and
tow
a sunder
.
I
wonder
the
King
should
shut
his
daughter
vp
so
close
:
for
any
thing
I
see
,
she
hath
no
minde
to
a
man
.
2.
Beld.
Content
your selfe
,
you
speake
according
to
your
age
and
appetite
.
We
that
are
full
fed
may
praise
fast
.
We
that
in
our
heate
of
youth
haue
drunke
our
bellyfuls
,
may
deride
those
that
in
the
heate
of
their
blouds
are
athirst
.
I
measure
her
by
what
I
was
,
not
by
what
I
am
.
Appetite
to
loue
neuer
failes
an
old
woman
,
till
cracking
of
nuts
leaues
her
.
When
Danae
hath
no
more
teeth
in
her
head
then
you
and
I
,
Il'e
trust
a
man
in
her
company
,
and
scarce
then
:
for
if
we
examine
our selues
,
wee
haue
euen
at
these
yeares
,
qualmes
,
and
rhumes
,
and
deuises
comes
ouer
our
stomakes
,
when
we
but
look
on
a
proper
man
.
1.
Beld.
That's
no
question
,
I
know
it
by
my selfe
,
and
whil'st
I
stand
centinell
,
I'le
watch
her
for
that
I
warrant
her
.
2.
Bel.
And
haue
we
not
reason
,
considering
the
penalty
?
1.
Bel.
If
any
stand
centinel
in
her
quarters
,
we
shall
keep
quarter
here
no
longer
.
If
the
Princesse
miscarry
we
shall
make
gunpowder
,
and
they
say
an
old
woman
is
better
for
that
then
Salt-peter
.
The
'larme
bell
rings
.
3.
Beld.
The
larme
bell
rings
,
It
should
be
K.
Acrisius
by
the
sound
of
the
clapper
.
4.
Beld.
Then
clap
close
to
the
gate
and
let
him
in
.
Enter
Acrisius
.
Acri.
Ladies
well
done
:
I
like
this
prouidence
And
carefull
watch
ore
Danae
:
let
me
finde
you
Faithlesse
,
you
dye
,
be
faithfull
and
you
liue
Eterniz'd
in
our
loue
.
Go
call
her
hither
,
Be
that
your
charge
:
the
rest
keep
watchfull
eye
On
your
percullist
entrance
,
which
forbids
All
men
,
saue
vs
,
free
passage
to
this
place
.
See!
Danae
is
descended
.
Faire
daughter
Enter
Danae
.
How
do
you
brook
this
palace
?
Dan.
Like
a
prison
:
What
is
it
else
?
you
giue
me
golden
fetters
,
As
if
their
value
could
my
bondage
lessen
.
Acri.
The
architectur's
sumptuous
,
and
the
building
Of
cost
inualuable
,
so
rich
a
structure
For
beauty
,
or
for
state
,
the
world
affoords
not
.
Is
not
thy
attendance
princely
,
like
a
Queenes
?
Are
not
all
these
thy
vassails
to
attend
?
Are
not
thy
chambers
faire
,
and
richly
hung
?
The
walkes
within
this
barricadoed
mure
Full
of
delight
and
pleasure
for
thy
taste
And
curious
palate
,
all
the
chiefest
cates
Are
from
the
furthest
verges
of
the
earth
Fetch't
to
content
thee
.
What
distastes
thee
then
?
Dan.
That
which
alone
is
better
then
all
these
,
My
liberty
.
Why
am
I
cloyster'd
thus
,
And
kept
a
prisoner
from
the
sight
of
man
?
What
hath
my
innocence
and
infancy
Deseru'd
to
be
immur'd
in
brazen
walls
?
Can
you
accuse
my
faith
,
or
modesty
?
Hath
any
loose
demeanour
in
my
carriage
Bred
this
distrust
?
hath
my
eye
plaid
the
rioter
?
Or
hath
my
tongue
beene
lauish
?
haue
my
fauours
Vn-virginlike
to
any
beene
profuse
,
That
it
should
breed
in
you
such
ielousie
,
Or
bring
me
to
this
durance
?
Acri.
None
of
these
.
I
loue
my
Danae
.
But
when
I
record
The
Oracle
,
it
breeds
such
feare
in
me
,
That
makes
this
thy
reteinement
.
Danae
.
The
Oracle
?
Wherein
vnto
the
least
of
all
the
Gods
Hath
Danae
beene
vnthankfull
,
or
profane
,
To
bondage
me
that
am
a
princesse
free
,
And
votaresse
to
euery
deity
?
Acri.
Il'e
tell
thee
Lady
.
The
vnchanging
mouth
Of
Phoebus
,
hath
this
Oracle
pronoun'st
,
That
Danae
shall
in
time
childe
such
a
sonne
That
shall
Acrisius
change
into
a
stone
.
Danae
.
See
your
vaine
feares
.
What
lesse
could
Phoebus
say
?
Or
what
hath
Danae's
fate
deseru'd
in
this
?
To
turne
you
into
stone
;
that's
to
prepare
Your
monument
,
and
marble
sepulcher
.
The
meaning
is
,
that
I
a
sonne
shall
haue
,
That
when
you
dye
shall
beare
you
to
your
graue
.
Are
you
not
mortall
?
would
you
euer
liue
?
Your
father
dy'd
,
and
to
his
Monument
You
like
a
mourner
did
attend
his
herse
.
What
you
did
to
your
father
,
let
my
sonne
Performe
to
you
,
prepare
your
sepulcher
.
Or
shall
a
stranger
beare
you
to
your
tombe
,
When
from
your
owne
bloud
you
may
store
a
Prince
To
do
those
sacred
rights
:
or
shall
vaine
feares
Cloister
my
beauty
,
and
consume
my
yeares
?
Acri.
Our
feares
are
certaine
,
and
our
doome
as
fix't
As
the
decrees
of
Gods
.
Thy
durance
here
Is
with
limit
endlesse
.
Go
attend
her
Exit
Danae
.
Vnto
her
chamber
,
there
to
liue
an
Ankresse
And
changelesse
virgin
,
to
the
period
Of
her
last
hower
.
And
you
,
to
whom
this
charge
Solely
belongs
,
banish
all
womanish
pitty
:
Be
deafe
vnto
her
prayers
,
blinde
to
her
teares
,
Obdure
to
her
relenting
passions
.
Should
she
(
as
heauen
and
th'Oracle
forbid
)
By
your
corrupting
loose
that
precious
Gemme
We
haue
such
care
to
keepe
and
locke
safe
vp
:
Your
liues
are
doom'd
.
Be
faithfull
we
desire
,
And
keepe
your
bodies
from
the
threatned
fire
.
Exit
.
1
,
Beld.
Heauen
be
as
chary
of
your
Highnesse
life
,
As
we
of
Dana's
honour
.
Now
if
shee
bee
a
right
woman
,
shee
will
haue
a
minde
onely
to
loose
that
,
which
her
father
hath
such
care
to
keepe
.
There
is
a
thing
that
commonly
stickes
vnder
a
womans
stomacke
.
2.
Beld.
What
do
we
talking
of
things
?
there
must
be
no
medling
with
things
in
this
place
,
come
let
vs
set
our
watch
,
and
take
our
lodgings
before
the
Princesse
chamber
,
Exit
.
Enter
Iupiter
like
a
Pedler
,
the
Clowne
his
man
,
with
packs
at
their
backes
.
Iup.
Sirrah
,
now
I
haue
sworne
you
to
secrecy
attend
your
(
charge
Clo.
Charge
me
to
the
mouth
,
and
till
you
giue
fire
I'l
not
of
.
Iup.
Thou
know'st
I
haue
stuft
my
packe
with
rich
iewels
,
to
purchase
one
iewell
worth
all
these
.
Clowne
.
If
your
pretious
stones
were
set
in
that
Iewell
it
would
be
braue
wearing
.
Iup.
If
we
get
entrance
,
sooth
me
vp
in
all
things
:
&
if
I
haue
recourse
to
the
Princesse
,
if
at
any
time
thou
seest
me
whisper
to
her
,
find
some
tricke
or
other
to
blinde
the
Beldams
eyes
.
Clow.
Shee
that
hath
the
best
eyes
of
them
all
,
I
haue
a
trick
to
make
her
nose
stand
in
her
light
.
Iup.
No
more
K.
Iupiter
but
goodman
Pedler
,
remember
that
Clow.
I
haue
my
memorandums
about
mee
.
As
I
can
beare
a
packe
,
so
I
can
beare
a
braine
,
&
now
I
talke
of
a
packe
,
though
I
know
not
of
the
death
of
any
of
your
freinds
,
I
am
sorry
for
your
heauinesse
.
Iup,
Loue
and
my
hopes
doe
make
my
loade
seeme
light
,
This
wealth
I
will
vnburthen
in
the
purchase
Of
you
rich
beauty
.
Prethee
ring
the
bell
,
Clow.
Nay
do
you
take
the
rope
in
your
hand
for
lucke
sake
.
The
morall
is
,
because
you
shall
ring
all-in
.
He
rings
the
bell
,
Iup.
I
care
not
if
I
take
thy
counsell
.
Enter
the
4
Beldams
.
1.
Beld.
To
the
gate
,
to
the
gate
,
and
know
who
'tis
ere
you
open
.
2.
Beld.
I
learn't
that
in
my
youth
,
still
to
know
who
knockt
before
I
would
open
.
Iup.
Saue
you
gentle
Matrons
:
may
a
man
be
so
bold
as
aske
what
he
may
call
this
rich
and
stately
Tower
?
3.
Beld.
Thou
seem'st
a
stranger
to
aske
such
a
question
,
For
where
is
not
the
tower
of
Darreine
knowne
?
Clow.
It
may
be
cal'd
the
tower
of
Barren
for
ought
I
see
,
for
heere
is
none
but
are
past
children
.
4.
Beld.
This
is
the
rich
and
famous
Darreine
Tower
,
Where
King
Acrisius
hath
inclos'd
his
daughter
,
The
beautious
Danae
,
famous
through
the
world
For
all
perfections
.
Iup.
Oh
then
'tis
here
;
I
here
I
must
vnload
.
Comming
through
Creet
,
the
great
King
Iupiter
Intreated
me
to
call
here
at
this
Tower
,
And
to
deliuer
you
some
speciall
Iewels
,
Of
high
pris'd
worth
,
for
he
would
haue
his
bounty
Renown'd
through
all
the
earth
.
Downe
with
your
packe
,
For
here
must
wee
vnload
.
1.
Beld.
Iewels
to
vs
?
2.
Beld.
And
from
Iupiter
?
Iup.
Now
gold
proue
thy
true
vertue
.
Thou
canst
all
things
and
therefore
this
.
3.
Beld.
Comes
he
with
presents
,
and
shall
he
vnpacke
at
the
gate
?
nay
come
into
the
Porters
lodge
good
Pedlers
.
Clowne
,
That
Lady
hath
some
manners
,
shee
hath
bene
well
brought
vp
I
warrant
her
.
4.
Beld.
And
I
can
tell
thee
pedler
,
thou
hast
that
curtesy
that
neuer
any
man
yet
found
but
the
King
Acrisius
.
Iup.
You
shall
be
well
paid
for
your
curtesy
,
Here's
first
for
you
,
for
you
,
for
,
for
you
,
for
you
.
1.
Beld.
Rare
!
2.
Beld.
Admirable
!
3.
Beld.
The
best
that
e're
I
saw
!
4.
Beld.
I'l
run
and
shew
mine
to
my
Lady
.
1.
Beld.
Shut
the
gate
for
feare
the
King
come
,
and
if
he
ring
clap
the
Pedlers
into
some
of
you
old
rotten
corners
.
And
hath
K.
Iupiter
bene
at
all
this
cost
?
hee's
a
courteous
Prince
,
&
bountifull
.
Keepe
you
the
pedler
cōpany
,
my
Lady
shall
see
mine
too
.
Iup.
Meane
you
the
Princesse
Danae
?
I
haue
tokens
from
Iupiter
to
her
too
.
1.
Bel.
Runne
,
runne
,
you
that
haue
the
best
legges
,
and
tell
my
Lady
.
But
haue
you
any
more
of
the
same
?
Clowne
.
Haue
we
quoth
he
?
We
haue
things
about
vs
,
wee
haue
not
shewed
yet
,
and
that
euery
one
must
not
see
,
would
make
those
few
teeth
in
your
head
to
water
,
I
would
haue
you
thinke
,
I
haue
ware
too
as
well
as
my
Mayster
.
Enter
in
state
Danae
with
the
Beldams
,
looking
vpon
three
seuerall
iewels
.
1.
Bel.
Yonder's
my
Lady
.
Nay
neuer
bee
abasht
Pedler
,
There's
a
face
will
become
thy
iewels
,
as
well
as
any
face
in
Creet
or
Arges
either
.
Now
your
token
.
Iup.
I
haue
lost
it
.
Tis
my
heart
,
beauty
of
Angels
,
Thou
art
o're
matcht
,
earth
may
contend
with
heauen
,
Nature
thou
hast
to
make
one
compleate
creature
Cheated
euen
all
mortality
.
This
face
Hath
rob'd
the
morning
of
her
blush
,
the
lilly
Of
her
blanch't
whitnes
,
and
like
theft
committed
Vpon
my
soule
:
shee
is
all
admiration
.
But
in
her
eyes
I
ne're
saw
perfect
lustre
.
There
is
no
treasure
vpon
earth
but
yonder
.
Shee
is
!
(
oh
I
shall
loose
my selfe
)
Clowne
.
Nay
Sir
,
take
heed
you
be
not
smelt
out
.
Iupi.
I
am
my selfe
againe
.
Dan.
Did
hee
bestow
these
freely
?
Dana's
guard
Are
much
indebted
to
King
Iupiter
.
If
he
haue
store
wee'l
buy
some
for
our
vse
,
And
wearing
.
They
are
wondrous
beautifull
,
Where's
the
man
that
brought
them
?
1.
Beld.
Here
forsooth
Lady
,
hold
vp
your
head
and
blush
not
,
my
Lady
will
not
hurt
thee
,
I
warrant
thee
.
Iup.
This
iewell
Madam
did
King
Iupiter
Command
me
to
leaue
heere
for
Danae
.
Are
you
so
sti'ld
?
Danae
.
If
sent
to
Danae
,
'Tis
due
to
me
.
And
would
the
King
of
Creet
,
Knew
with
what
gratitude
we
take
his
gift
.
Iup.
Madame
he
shall
.
Sirrah
set
ope
your
pack
,
And
what
the
Ladies
like
let
them
take
freely
.
Dan.
Much
haue
I
heard
of
his
renowne
in
armes
,
His
generousnesse
,
his
vertues
,
and
his
fulnesse
Of
all
that
Nature
can
bequeath
to
man
.
His
bounty
I
now
tast
,
and
I
could
wish
,
Your
eare
were
his
,
that
I
might
let
him
know
What
interest
he
hath
in
me
to
command
,
Iup.
His
eare
is
myne
,
let
me
command
you
then
.
Behold
I
am
the
Cretan
,
Iupiter
,
That
rate
your
beauty
aboue
all
these
gems
.
What
cannot
loue
,
what
dares
not
loue
attempt
?
Despight
Acrisius
and
his
armed
guards
,
Hether
my
loue
hath
brought
me
to
receiue
Or
life
or
death
from
you
,
onely
from
you
.
Dan.
We
are
amaz'd
,
and
the
large
difference
Betwixt
your
name
and
habite
,
breeds
in
vs
Feare
and
distrust
.
Yet
if
I
censure
freely
I
needes
must
thinke
that
face
and
personage
Was
ne're
deriu'd
from
basenesse
.
And
the
spirit
To
venture
and
to
dare
to
court
a
Queene
I
cannot
stile
lesse
then
to
be
a
Kings
.
Say
that
we
grant
you
to
be
Iupiter
,
What
thence
inferre
you
?
Iup.
To
loue
Iupiter
.
Dan.
So
far
as
Iupiter
loues
Dana's
honour
,
So
farre
will
Danae
loue
Iupiter
.
2.
Beld.
We
waight
well
vpon
my
Lady
.
Iup.
Madam
you
haue
not
seene
a
cleere
stone
,
For
coulour
or
for
quicknesse
.
(
sweete
your
eare
.
Dan.
Beware
your
ruine
,
if
you
Beldams
heare
.
Iup.
Sirrah
shew
all
your
wares
,
and
let
those
Ladies
best
please
themselues
.
Clowne
.
Not
all
at
these
yeares
.
I
spy
his
knauery
.
Now
would
he
haue
mee
keepe
them
busied
,
whilst
he
courts
the
Lady
.
3
,
Beld.
Doth
my
Lady
want
nothing
?
Shee
lookes
backe
Clown
.
As
for
example
,
heer's
a
silver
bodkin
,
this
is
to
remoue
dandriffe
,
and
digge
about
the
roots
of
your
siluer-hair'd
furre
.
This
is
a
tooth-picker
,
but
you
hauing
no
teeth
,
heere
is
for
you
a
corrall
to
rub
your
gums
.
This
is
cald
a
Maske
.
1.
Beld.
Gramarcy
for
this
,
this
is
good
to
hide
my
wrinckles
,
I
neuer
see
of
these
afore
.
Clown
.
Then
you
haue
one
wrinckle
more
behinde
.
You
that
are
dim
ey'd
put
this
pittifull
spectacle
vpon
your
nose
.
Iup.
As
I
am
sonne
of
Saturne
,
you
haue
wrong
To
be
coop't
vp
within
a
prison
strong
.
Your
father
like
a
miser
cloysters
you
,
But
to
saue
cost
:
hee's
loth
to
pay
your
dower
,
And
therefore
keepes
you
in
this
brazen
Tower
.
What
are
you
better
to
be
beautifull
,
When
no
mans
eye
can
come
to
censure
it
?
What
are
sweet
cates
vntasted
?
gorgeous
clothes
Vnworne
?
or
beauty
not
beheld
?
yon
Beldams
With
all
the
furrowes
in
their
wrinkled
fronts
May
claime
with
you
like
worth
;
ey
and
compare
.
For
eye
to
censure
you
none
can
,
none
dare
.
Dan.
All
this
is
true
.
Iup.
Oh
thinke
you
I
would
lye
(
With
any
saue
Danae
.
)
Let
me
buy
This
iewell
,
your
bright
loue
,
though
rated
higher
Then
Gods
can
giue
,
or
men
in
prayers
desire
.
Dan.
You
couet
that
,
which
saue
the
Prince
of
Creet
None
dares
.
Iup.
That
shewes
how
much
I
loue
you
(
sweet
)
I
come
this
beauty
,
this
rare
face
to
saue
,
And
to
redeeme
it
from
this
brazen
graue
.
Oh
do
not
from
mans
eye
this
beauty
skreene
,
These
rare
perfections
,
which
no
earthly
Queene
Enioyes
saue
you
:
'twas
made
to
be
admir'd
.
The
Gods
,
the
Fates
,
and
all
things
haue
conspir'd
With
Iupiter
,
this
prison
to
inuade
,
And
bring
it
forth
to
that
for
which
'twas
made
.
Loue
Iupiter
,
whose
loue
with
yours
shall
meet
,
And
hauing
borne
you
hence
,
make
at
your
feet
Kings
lay
their
crownes
,
&
mighty
Emperours
kneele
:
Oh
had
you
but
a
touch
of
what
I
feele
,
You
would
both
loue
and
pitty
.
Dan.
Both
I
do
.
But
all
things
hinder
,
yet
were
Danae
free
,
She
could
affect
the
Cretan
.
Iup.
Now
by
thee
(
For
what
I
most
affect
,
by
that
I
sweare
)
I
from
this
prison
will
bright
Danae
beare
,
And
in
thy
chamber
will
this
night
fast
seale
This
couenant
made
.
Dan.
Which
Danae
must
repeale
.
Iup.
You
shall
not
,
by
this
kisse
.
1.
Beld.
Tis
good
to
haue
an
eye
.
(
She
lookes
backe
.
)
Clown
.
Your
nose
hath
not
had
these
spectacles
on
yet
.
Dan.
Oh
Iupiter
.
Iup.
Oh
Danae
.
Dan.
I
must
hence
:
For
if
I
stay
,
I
yeeld
:
Il'e
hence
,
no
more
.
Iup.
Expect
me
for
I
come
.
Dan.
Yon
is
my
doore
,
Dare
not
to
enter
there
.
I
will
to
rest
.
Attendance
.
Iup.
Come
I
will
.
Dan.
You
had
not
best
.
Exit
Danae
.
2.
Beld.
My
Lady
calls
.
Wee
haue
trifled
the
night
till
bed-time
.
Some
attend
the
Princesse
:
others
see
the
Pedlers
pack't
out
of
the
gate
.
Clown
.
Will
you
thrust
vs
out
to
seeke
our
lodging
at
Midnight
.
We
haue
paid
for
our
lodging
,
a
man
would
thinke
,
we
might
haue
laine
cheaper
in
any
Inne
in
Arges
?
Iup.
This
castle
stands
remote
,
no
lodging
neere
,
Spare
vs
but
any
corner
here
below
,
Bee't
but
the
Inner
porch
,
or
the
least
staire-case
,
And
we'l
begone
as
early
as
you
please
.
2.
Beld.
Consider
all
things
,
we
haue
no
reason
to
deny
that
.
What
need
we
feare
?
alas
they
are
but
Pedlars
,
and
the
greatest
Prince
that
breathes
would
be
aduis'd
ere
he
durst
presume
to
court
the
princesse
Danae
.
1.
Beld.
He
court
a
princesse
?
hee
lookes
not
with
the
face
.
Well
pedlers
,
for
this
night
take
a
nap
upon
some
bench
or
other
,
and
in
the
morning
be
ready
to
take
thy
yard
in
thy
hand
to
measure
me
some
stuffe
,
and
so
to
be
gone
before
day
.
Well
,
good-night
,
we
must
attend
our
princesse
.
Iup.
Gold
and
reward
,
thou
art
mighty
,
and
hast
power
O're
aged
,
yong
,
the
foolish
,
and
the
wise
,
The
chaste
,
and
wanton
,
fowle
,
and
beautifull
:
Thou
art
a
God
on
earth
,
and
canst
all
things
.
Clown
.
Not
all
things
,
by
your
leaue
.
All
the
gold
in
Creete
cannot
get
one
of
you
old
Crones
with
childe
.
But
shall
we
go
sleepe
?
Iup.
Sleep
thou
,
for
I
must
wake
for
Danae
.
Hence
cloud
of
basenesse
,
thou
hast
done
inough
To
bleare
you
Beldams
.
When
I
next
appeare
Hee
puts
off
his
disguise
.
To
you
bright
Goddesse
,
I
will
shine
in
gold
,
Deck't
in
the
high
Imperiall
robes
of
Creet
,
And
on
my
head
the
wreath
of
Maiesty
:
For
Ornament
is
a
preuailing
thing
,
And
you
bright
Queene
I'le
now
court
like
a
King
.
Exit
.
Enter
the
foure
old
Beldams
,
drawing
out
Dana's
bed
:
she
in
it
.
They
place
foure
tapers
at
the
foure
corners
.
Dan.
Command
our
Eunuch's
with
their
pleasing'st
tunes
To
charme
our
eyes
to
rest
.
Leaue
vs
all
,
leaue
vs
.
The
God
of
dreames
hath
with
his
downy
fanne
Swept
or'e
our
eye-lids
,
and
sits
heauy
on
them
.
1.
Bel.
Hey-ho
,
Sleepe
may
enter
in
at
my
mouth
,
if
he
be
no
bigger
then
a
two-peny-loafe
.
Dan.
Then
to
your
chambers
,
&
let
wakelesse
slūbers
Charme
you
in
depth
of
silence
and
repose
.
All
.
Good
night
to
thee
faire
Danae
.
Dan.
Let
musick
through
this
brazen
fortresse
sound
Till
all
our
hearts
in
depth
of
sleepe
be
drown'd
.
Enter
Iupiter
crown'd
with
his
Imperiall
Robes
.
Iup.
Silence
that
now
hath
empire
through
the
world
Expresse
thy
power
and
Princedome
.
Charming
sleepe
Deaths
yonger
brother
,
shew
thy selfe
as
still-lesse
As
death
himselfe
.
None
seeme
this
night
to
liue
,
Saue
Ioue
and
Danae
.
But
that
Goddesse
wonne
Giue
them
new
life
breath'd
with
the
morning
sunne
,
You
is
the
doore
,
that
in
forbidding
me
She
bad
me
enter
.
Womens
tongues
and
hearts
Haue
different
tunes
:
for
where
they
most
desire
,
Their
hearts
cry
on
.
when
their
tongues
bid
retire
.
Al's
whist
,
I
heare
the
snorting
Beldams
breathe
Soundnesse
of
sleepe
,
none
wakes
saue
Loue
and
we
You
bright
imprisoned
beauty
to
set
free
.
Oh
thou
more
beauteous
in
thy
nakednesse
Then
ornament
can
adde
to
—
How
sweetly
doth
she
breath
?
how
well
become
Imaginary
deadnesse
?
But
Il'e
wake
her
Vnto
new
life
.
This
purchase
I
must
win
,
Heauens
gates
stand
ope
,
and
Iupiter
will
in
.
Danae
?
He
lyes
vpon
her
bed
.
Dan.
Who's
that
?
Iup.
'Tis
I
,
K.
Iupiter
.
Dan.
What
meane
you
Prince
?
how
dare
you
enter
here
?
Knowing
if
I
but
call
,
your
life
is
doom'd
,
And
all
Creetes
treasure
cannot
guard
your
person
.
Iup.
You
tell
me
now
how
much
I
rate
your
beauty
,
Which
to
attaine
,
I
cast
my
life
behinde
me
,
As
lou'd
much
lesse
then
you
.
Dan.
Il'e
loue
you
too
,
Would
you
but
leaue
me
.
Iup.
Repentance
I'd
not
buy
At
that
high
rate
,
ten
thousand
times
to
dye
.
You
are
mine
owne
,
so
all
the
Fates
haue
sed
.
And
by
their
guidance
come
I
to
your
bed
.
The
night
,
the
time
,
the
place
,
and
all
conspire
To
make
me
happy
in
my
long
desire
.
Acrisius
eyes
are
charm'd
in
golden
sleepe
,
Those
Beldams
that
were
plac't
your
bed
to
keepe
,
All
drown'd
in
Lethe
(
saue
your
downy
bed
,
White
shetes
,
and
pillow
where
you
rest
your
head
)
None
heares
or
sees
;
and
what
can
they
deuise
,
When
they
(
heauen
knowes
)
haue
neither
eares
nor
eyes
.
Dan.
Beshrow
you
sir
,
that
for
your
amorous
pleasure
Could
thus
sort
all
things
,
person
,
place
and
leasure
.
Exclaime
I
could
,
and
a
loude
vproare
keepe
,
But
that
you
say
the
Crones
are
all
a sleepe
:
And
to
what
purpose
should
I
raise
such
feare
,
My
voyce
being
soft
,
they
fast
,
and
cannot
heare
?
Iup.
They
are
deafe
in
rest
,
then
gentle
sweetly
further
,
If
you
should
call
,
I
thus
your
voyce
would
murther
,
And
strangle
with
my
kisses
.
Dan.
Kisses
,
tush
.
I'le
sinke
into
my
sheetes
,
for
I
shall
blush
.
I'le
diue
into
my
bed
.
Iup.
And
I
behind
?
No
:
wer't
the
Ocean
,
such
a
gemme
to
find
,
I
would
diue
after
.
Iupiter
puts
out
the
lights
and
makes
vnready
.
Dan.
Good
my
Lord
forbeare
What
do
you
meane
?
(
oh
heauen
)
is
no
man
neere
,
If
you
will
needs
,
for
modesties
chast
law
,
Before
you
come
to
bed
,
the
curtaines
draw
,
But
do
not
come
,
you
shall
not
by
this
light
,
If
you
but
offer't
,
I
shall
cry
out
right
.
Oh
God
,
how
hoarse
am
I
,
and
cannot
?
fie
Danae
thus
naked
and
a
man
so
nye
.
Pray
leaue
me
sir
:
he
makes
vnready
still
,
Well
I'le
euen
winke
,
and
then
do
what
you
will
.
The
bed
is
drawne
in
,
and
enter
the
Clowne
new
wak't
.
Clowne
.
I
would
I
were
out
of
this
tower
of
Brasse
,
&
from
all
these
brazen
fac't
Beldams
:
if
we
should
fall
asleepe
,
and
the
King
come
and
take
vs
napping
,
where
were
we
?
My
Lord
staies
long
,
&
the
night
growes
short
,
the
thing
you
wot
of
hath
cost
him
a
simple
sort
of
Iewels
.
But
if
after
all
this
cost
,
the
thing
you
wot
of
would
not
do
:
If
the
pedler
should
shew
himselfe
a
pidler
,
he
hath
brought
his
hog's
to
a
faire
market
.
Fye
vpon
it
,
what
a
snorting
forward
and
backeward
these
Beldams
keep
?
But
let
them
sleepe
on
,
some
in
the
house
I
am
sure
are
awake
,
and
stirring
too
,
or
I
misse
my
aime
.
Well
,
here
must
I
sit
and
waite
the
good
howre
,
till
the
gate
be
open
,
and
suffer
my
eyes
to
do
that
,
which
I
am
sure
my
cloake
neuer
will
,
that
is
,
to
take
nap
.
Exit
.
Enter
Iupiter
and
Danae
in
her
night-gowne
.
Danae
.
Alasse
my
Lord
I
neuer
lou'd
till
now
,
And
will
you
leaue
me
?
Iup.
Beauteous
Queene
I
must
,
But
thus
condition'd
;
to
returne
againe
,
With
a
strong
army
to
redeeme
you
hence
,
In
spight
of
Arges
,
and
Acrisius
,
That
doom's
you
to
this
bondage
.
Danae
.
Then
fare-well
,
No
sooner
meete
but
part
?
Remember
me
:
For
you
great
Prince
I
neuer
shall
forget
!
I
feare
you
haue
left
too
sure
a
token
with
me
Of
your
remembrance
.
Iup.
Danae
,
be't
a
sonne
,
It
shall
be
ours
when
we
haue
Arges
wonne
.
Danae
.
But
should
you
faile
?
Iup.
I
sooner
should
forget
My
name
,
my
state
,
then
faile
to
pay
this
debt
,
The
day-starre
'gins
t'appeare
,
the
Beldams
stir
,
Ready
t'vnlocke
the
gate
,
faire
Queene
adue
.
Dan.
All
men
proue
false
,
if
Ioue
be
found
vntrue
.
Iup.
My
man
?
(
Exit
.
Clown
.
My
Lord
.
Iup.
Some
cloud
to
couer
mee
,
throw
or'e
my
shoulders
Some
shadow
for
this
state
,
the
Crones
are
vp
,
And
waite
t'vnprison
vs
,
nay
quickly
fellow
.
Clow.
Here
My
Lord
,
cast
your
old
cloake
about
you
.
Enter
the
foure
Beldams
in
hast
.
1.
Beld.
Where
be
these
Pedlers
?
nay
quickly
,
for
heauen
sake
:
the
gate
is
open
,
nay
when
?
fare-well
my
honest
friends
,
and
do
our
humble
duties
to
the
great
King
Iupiter
.
Iup.
King
Iupiter
shall
know
your
gratitude
,
Farewell
.
2.
Beld.
Nay
,
when
I
say
fare-well
,
fare-well
.
Clow.
Farewell
good
Miniuers
.
Exeunt
diuers
〈◊〉
.