_Siph._ The Devil grace ye all.

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

_Chi._ Shall we laugh half an hour now?

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

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

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

_King._ You know he do's deserve ye, loves ye dearly, You know what b.l.o.o.d.y violence had us'd { _The Hea.r.s.e Upon himself, but that his Brother crost it, { ready, Polydor, You know the same thoughts still inhabit in him { Eumenes & And covet to take birth: Look on him Lady, { Captains._ The wars have not so far consum'd him yet, Cold age disabled him, or sickness sunk him To be abhorr'd: look on his Honour Sister, That bears no stamp of time, no wrinkles on it, No sad demolishment, nor death can reach it: Look with the eyes of Heaven that nightly waken, To view the wonders of the glorious Maker, And not the weakness: look with your vertuous eyes, And then clad royaltie in all his conquests, His matchless love hung with a thousand merits, Eternal youth attending, Fame and Fortune, Time and Oblivion vexing at his vertues, He shall appear a miracle: look on our dangers, Look on the publick ruin.

_Calis._ O, dear Brother.

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

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

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

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

_Enter_ Funeral, _Captains following, and_ Eumenes.

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

Whose body's this?

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

_Mem._ My Brother dead?

_Calis._ O G.o.ddess!

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

_King._ Read Captain.

_Mem._ Read aloud: farewel my follies.

[Eumen. _reads to the Excellent Princess_ Calis.

_Eum._ Be wise, as you are beauteous, love with judgement, And look with clear eyes on my n.o.ble Brother, Value desert and vertue, they are Jewels, Fit for your worth and wearing: take heed Lady, The G.o.ds reward ingrat.i.tude most grievous; Remember me no more, or if you must, Seek me in n.o.ble _Memnons_ love, I dwell there: I durst not live, because I durst not wrong him, I can no more, make me eternal happy With looking down upon your loves. _Farewel._

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

_King._ Excellent vertue!

What will ye now doe?

_Calis._ Dwell for ever here Sir.

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

O love, love, love, love above recompence!

Infinite love, infinite honesty!

Good Lady leave, you must have no share here, Take home your sorrows: here's enough to store me, Brave glorious griefs! was ever such a Brother?

Turn all the stories over in the world yet, And search through all the memories of mankind, And find me such a friend; h'as out done all, Outstript 'em sheerly, all, all, thou hast _Polydor_, To die for me; why, as I hope for happiness, 'Twas one of the rarest thought on things, The bravest, and carried beyond compa.s.s of our actions, I wonder how he hit it, a young man too, In all the blossomes of his youth and beautie, In all the fulness of his veins and wishes Woo'd by that Paradise, that would catch Heaven; It starts me extreamly, thou blest Ashes, Thou faithfull monument, where love and friendship Shall while the world is, work new miracles.

_Calis._ O! let me speak too.

_Mem._ No not yet; thou man, (For we are but mans shadows,) only man, I have not words to utter him; speak Lady, I'le think a while.

_Calis._ The G.o.ddess grants me this yet, I shall enjoy the dead: no tomb shall hold thee But these two arms, no Trickments but my tears Over thy Hea.r.s.e, my sorrows like sad arms Shall hang for ever: on the tuffest Marble Mine eyes shall weep thee out an Epitaph, Love at thy feet shall kneel, his smart bow broken; Faith at thy head, youth and the Graces mourners; O sweet young man!

_King._ Now I begin to melt too.

_Mem._ Have ye enough yet Lady? room for a gamester.

To my fond Love, and all those idle fancies A long farewel, thou diedst for me dear _Polydor_, To give me peace, thou hast eternal glory, I stay and talk here; I will kiss thee first, And now I'le follow thee. [_Polydor rises._

_Pol._ Hold, for Heavens sake!

_Mem._ Ha!

Does he live?

Dost thou deceive me?

_Pol._ Thus far, Yet for your good, and honour.

_King._ Now dear Sister.

_Calis._ The Oracle is ended, n.o.ble Sir, Dispose me now as you please.

_Pol._ You are mine then?

_Calis._ With all the joyes that may be.

_Pol._ Your consent Sir?

_King._ Ye have it freely.

_Pol._ Walk along with me then, And as you love me, love my will.

_Calis._ I will so.

_Pol._ Here worthy Brother, take this vertuous Princess, Ye have deserv'd her n.o.bly, she will love ye, And when my life shall bring ye peace, as she does, Command it, ye shall have it.

_Mem._ Sir, I thank ye.

_King._ I never found such goodness in such years.

_Mem._ Thou shalt not over-doe me, though I die for't, O how I love thy goodness, my best Brother, You have given me here a treasure to enrich me, Would make the worthiest King alive a begger, What may I give you back again?

_Pol._ Your love Sir.