Wherein they sit, it being the sov'reign place The worthiest queen: these, without envy' on her, To you, most royal and most happy king, Here the throne wherein they sat, being machina versatilis, suddenly changed; and in the place of it appeared Fama bona, as she is described (in Iconolog. di Cesare Ripa) attired in white, with white wings, having a collar of gold about her neck, and a heart hanging at it: which Orus Apollo, in his hierogl., interprets the note of a good Fame. In her right hand she bore a trumpet, in her left an olive-branch: and for her state, it was, as Virgil describes her, at the full, her feet on the ground, and her head in the clouds. She, after the music had done, which waited on the turning of the machine, called from thence to Heroic Virtue, and spake this following speech. FAME. Virtue, my father and my honour; thou Swiftness and strength, two other gifts of mine. At which the loud music sounded as before, to give the By this time, imagine the masquers descended; and again mounted into three triumphant chariots, ready to come forth. The first four were drawn with eagles (whereof I gave the reason, as of the rest, in Fame's speech), their four torchbearers attending on the chariots' sides, and four of the hags bound before them. Then followed the second, drawn by griffons, with their torch-bearers, and four other hags. Then the last, which was drawn by lions, and more eminent (wherein Her Majesty was), and had six torch-bearers more, peculiar to her, with the like number of hags. After which, a full triumphant music, singing this song, while they rode in state about the stage: Help, help, all tongues, to celebrate this wonder: Where never dies the sound; Her feet do strike the ground. Sing then, good Fame, that 's out of Virtue born: Here they lighted from their chariots, and danced forth their first dance: then a second, immediately following it: both right curious, and full of subtle and excellent changes, and seemed performed with no less spirits, than of those they personated. The first was to the cornets, the second to the violins. After which, they took out the men, and danced the measures; entertaining the time, almost to the space of an hour, with singular variety: when, to give them rest, from the music which attended the chariots, by that most excellent tenor voice, and exact singer (her Majesty's servant, master Jo. Allen) this ditty was sung: When all the ages of the earth Were crown'd, but in this famous birth; A queen, in whom all they do live! After it, succeeded their third dance; than which, a more numerous composition could not be seen: graphically disposed into letters, and honouring the name of the most sweet and ingenious prince, Charles duke of York. Wherein, beside that principal grace of perspicuity, the motions were so even and apt, and their expression so just, as if mathematicians had lost proportion, they might there have found it. The author was master Thomas Giles. After this, they danced galliards and corrantos. And then their last dance, no less elegant in the place than the rest, with which they took their chariots again, and triumphing about the stage, had their return to the House of Fame celebrated with this last song; whose notes (as the former) were the work and honour of my excellent friend, Alfonso Ferrabosco. Who, Virtue, can thy power forget, Their noises tarry the same fate. You can, it soon decays; But so good Fame shall never: Her triumphs, as their causes, are for ever. To conclude which, I know no worthier way of epilogue, than the celebration of who were the celebraters. Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher are dramatists who wrote much together, and whose plays belong only to the reign of James I. Fletcher was the son of a bishop, Beaumont the son of a judge. Fletcher was born in 1576, Beaumont in 1586. Beaumont, who was ten years younger, died nine years before Fletcher, Beaumont dying in March, 1616 (a month before Shakespeare), and Fletcherof the plague in August, 1625, not many months after the death of James I. The friends began their fellowship as poets in 1607, when there appeared some lines of verse from each of them among the tributes of honour paid to Ben Jonson for his "Volpone." There were eighteen years of activity as a dramatist in Fletcher's life. During nine or ten of them he and Beaumont worked together, but memory of the fellowship clings to the work done by himself, sometimes alone, sometimes with other dramatists, during the other nine years, and the whole body of his plays is contained in volumes known as the works of Beaumont and Fletcher. Their first thorough success together was achieved in 1608 with the play of PHILASTER. The First Act opens in the palace of the usurping King of Sicily and Calabria, with a dialogue between Dion, a Lord (father to the sad Eufrasia, who is disguised as the page Bellario, in Philaster's service), and Cloremont and Thrasiline, two noble gentlemen, his associates. Their speech is of the King's daughter, the Princess Arethusa Cle. Horo's nor lords, nor ladies. Dion. Credit me, gentlemen, I wonder at it. They received strict charge from the king to attend here: besides, it was loudly published, that no officer should forbid any gentlemen that desired to attend and hear. Cle. Can you guess the cause? Dion. Nir, it is plain, about the Spanish Prince that's come to marry our kingdom's heir, and be our sovereign. Thra. Many, that will seem to know much, say, she looks not on him like a maid of love. Dion. Oh, sir, the multitude (that seldom know anything but their own opinions) speak that they would have; but the Prince, before his own approach, received so many confident messages from the State, that, I think, she's resolved to be ruled. Cle. Sir, it is thought, with her he shall enjoy both these kingdoms of Sicily and Calabria. But Dion. Sir, it is, without controversy, so meant. 'twill be a troublesome labour for him to enjoy both these kingdoms with safety, the right heir to one of them living, and living so virtuously; especially, the people admiring the bravery of his mind, and lamenting his injuries. Cle. Who? Philaster? Dion. Yes, whose father, we all know, was by our late king of Calabria unrighteously deposed from his fruitful Sicily. Myself drew some blood in those wars, which I would give my hand to be washed from. Cle. Sir, my ignorance in State policy will not let me know, why, Philaster being heir to one of these kingdoms, the king should suffer him to walk abroad with such free liberty. Dion. Sir, it seems, your nature is more constant than to enquire after State news. But the king, of late, made a hazard of both the kingdoms, of Sicily and his own, with offering but to imprison Philaster. At which the city was in arms, not to be charmed down by any State order or proclamation till they saw Philaster ride through the streets pleased, and without a guard; at which they threw their hats, and their arms from them; some to make bonfires, some to drink, all for his deliverance: which, wise men say, is the cause the king labours to bring in the power of a foreign nation to awe his own with. Then enters Galatea, a discreet and modest lady attending on the Princess, with Megra, a lady of opposite nature, and another lady of weak character. A short exchange of words by these, preludes the entrance of the King and his train, with his daughter Arethusa, and with Pharamond, the Prince of Spain. The King commends his daughter to the Prince of Spain, and adds Last, noble son, (for so I now must call you) To you or me, but all; and to confirm Thra. This will be hardly done. Cle. It must be ill done, if it be done. Dion. When 'tis at best, 'twill be but half done, whilst So brave a gentleman's wrong'd and flung off. Thra. I fear. Dion. I fear not for myself, and yet I fear too. Well, we shall see, we shall see no more. Pha. Kissing your white hand, mistress, I take leave To thank your royal father; and thus far To be my own free trumpet. Understand, Manners and virtues you would wed your kingdoms: Your servant; you shall make him yours, for whom Dion. I wonder what's his price? For, certainly, He'll sell himself, he has so praised his shape: But here comes one more worthy those large speeches Let me be swallow'd quick if I can find, One sinew sound enough to promise for him By this sun, he 'll ne'er make king, Unless it be of trifles, in my poor judgment. Phi. Right noble sir, as low as my obedience, And with a heart as loyal as my knee, I beg your favour. King. Rise, you have it, sir. My language to you, Prince; you, foreign man. And say, I might have been. I tell thee, Pharamond, Cle. Peace! we are one soul. Pha. What you have seen in me to stir offence I cannot find; unless it be this lady Offer'd into mine arms, with the succession, To mutiny within you, without disputing Whose branch you are. The king will leave it me, And ring'd among the choicest of his friends, And from this presence,' spite of all these bugs, King. Sir, you wrong the Prince : I gave you not this freedom to brave our best friends. This would have been a pattern of succession, Meg. And ease me of a load would bow strong Atlas. Cle. He dares not stand the shock. Dion. I cannot blame him, there's danger in 't. Every man in this age has not a soul of crystal for all men to read their actions through: men's hearts and faces are so far asunder, that they hold no intelligence. Do but view yon stranger well, and you shall see a fever through all his bravery, and feel him shake like a true recreant; if he give not back his crown again, upon the report of an elder gun, I have no augury. King. Go to: Be more yourself, as you respect our favour; That you 're, and shall be, at our pleasure, what fashion we Lady. Fear, madam? sure, he knows not what it is. Are. You are all of his faction; the whole court Is bold in praise of him; whilst I May live neglected, and do noble things, As fools in strife throw gold into the sea, Drown'd in the doing: but, I know, he fears. Lady. Fear? Madam, methought, his looks hid more of love than fear. Are. Of love to whom? to you? Did you deliver those plain words I sent With such a winning gesture, and quick look, That you have caught him? Lady. Madam, I mean you. Are. Of love to me? Alas! thy ignorance As he and I am: if a bowl be of blood, Are. To make the passion of feeble maid Phi. Oh! 'tis well: Madam, your messenger Phi. I can't endure it: turn away my face? I never yet saw enemy that look'd So dreadfully, but that I thought myself As great a basilisk as he; or spake So horribly, but that I thought my tongue Bore thunder underneath, as much as his : A thing so loathed, and unto you that ask If you entreat, I will unmov'dly hear. Are. Yet for my sake a little bend thy looks. Phi. I do. So violently, would amaze a man, Are. Another soul, into my body shot, Could not have fill'd me with more strength and spirit, In seeking how I came thus: 'tis the gods, In that the secret justice of the gods Is mingled with it. Let us leave and kiss; I have a boy Phi. I found him sitting by a fountain-side, Of which he borrow'd some to quench his thirst, A garland lay by him, made by himself Exprest his grief; and to my thoughts did read The prettiest lecture of his country art That could be wished: so that, methought, I could : Enter Lady. Are. 'Tis well, no more. Lady. Madam, the Prince is come to do his service. Are. Dear, hide thyself. Bring in the Prince. Philaster hide himself? Are. He cannot know it. Phi. Though it should sleep for ever to the world, It is a simple sin to hide myself, Which will for ever on my conscience lie. |