Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.
Enter Memnon alone.
Mem. 'Tis but to dye, Dogs do it, Ducks with dabling,
Birds sing away their Souls, & Babies sleep 'em,
Why do I talk of that is treble vantage?
For in the other World she is bound to have me;
Her Princely word is past: my great desert too
Will draw her to come after presently,
'Tis justice, and the gods must see it done too.
Besides, no Brother, Father, Kindred there
Can hinder us, all languages are alike too.
There love is everlasting, ever young,
Free from Diseases, ages, jealousies,
Bawds, Beldames, Painters, Purgers: dye? 'tis nothing,
Men drown themselves for joy to draw in Juleps
When they are hot with Wine: In dreams we do it.
And many a handsom Wench that loves the sport well,
Gives up her Soul so in her Lovers bosome;
But I must be incis'd first, cut and open'd,
My heart, and handsomely, ta'n from me; stay there,
Dead once, stay, let me think again, who do I know there?
For else to wander up and down unwaited on
And unregarded in my place and project,
Is for a Sowters Soul, not an old Souldiers.
My brave old Regiments—I there it goes,
That have been kill'd before me, right.—
Enter Chilax.
Chil. He's here, and I must trouble him.
Mem. Then those I have conquer'd
To make my train full.
Chi. Sir.
Mem. My Captains then—
Chi. Sir, I beseech ye.
Mem. For to meet her there
Being a Princess and a Kings sole Sister
With great accommodation must be cared for.
Chi. Weigh but the Souldiers poverty.
Mem. Mine own Troop first
For they shall die.
Chi. How, what's this?
Mem. Next—
Chi. Shall I speak louder, Sir?
Mem. A square Battalia—
Chi. You do not think of us.
Mem. Their Armours gilded—
Chi. Good noble Sir.
Mem. And round about such Engines
Shall make Hell shake.
Chi. Ye do not mock me.
Mem. For, Sir,
I will be strong, as brave—
Chi. Ye may consider,
You know we have serv'd you long enough.
Mem. No Souldier
That ever landed on the blest Elyzium
Did or shall march, as I will.
Chi. Would ye would march, Sir,
Up to the King and get us—
Mem. King nor Keiser
Shall equal me in that world.
Chi. What a Devil ails he?
Mem. Next, the rare beauties of those Towns I fir'd.
Chi. I speak of money, Sir.
Mem. Ten thousand Coaches—
Chi. O pounds, Sir, pounds I beseech your Lordship,
Let Coaches run out of your remembrance.
Mem. In which the wanton Cupids, and the Graces
Drawn with the Western winds kindling desires,
And then our Poets—
Chi. Then our pay.
Mem. For Chilax when the triumph comes; the Princess
Then, for I will have a Heaven made—
Chi. Bless your Lordship!
Stand still, Sir.
Mem. So I do, and in it—
Chi. Death Sir,
You talk you know not what.
Mem. Such rare devices:
Make me I say a Heaven.
Chi. I say so too, Sir.
Mem. For here shall run a Constellation.
Chi. And there a pissing Conduit.
Mem. Ha!
Chi. With wine, Sir.
Mem. A Sun there in his height, there such a Planet.
Chi. But where's our money, where runs that?
Mem. Ha?
Chi. Money,
Money an't like your Lordship.
Mem. Why all the carriage shall come behind, the stuff,
Rich hangings, treasure;
Or say we have none.
Chi. I may say so truly,
For hang me if I have a Groat: I have serv'd well
And like an honest man: I see no reason—
Mem. Thou must needs die good Chilax.
Chi. Very well, Sir.
Mem. I will have honest, valiant souls about me,
I cannot miss thee.
Chi. Dye?
Mem. Yes die, and Pelius,
Eumenes and Polybius: I shall think
Of more within these two hours.
Chi. Dye Sir?
Mem. I, Sir,
And ye shall dye.
Chi. When, I beseech your Lordship?
Mem. To morrow see ye do dye.
C[h]i. A short warning,
Troth, Sir, I am ill prepar'd.
Mem. I dye my self then,
Beside there's reason—
Chi. Oh!
Mem. I pray thee tell me,
For thou art a great Dreamer.
Chi. I can dream, Sir,
If I eat well and sleep well.
Mem. Was it never
By Dream or Apparition open'd to thee—
Chi. He's mad.
Mem. What the other world was, or Elyzium?
Didst never travel in thy sleep?
Chi. To Taverns,
When I was drunk o're night; or to a Wench,
There's an Elyzium for ye, a young Lady
Wrapt round about ye like a Snake: is that it?
Or if that strange Elyzium that you talk of
Be where the Devil is, I have dream't of him,
And that I have had him by the horns, and rid him,
He trots the Dagger out o'th' sheath.
Mem. Elyzium,
The blessed fields man.
Chi. I know no fields blessed, but those I have gain'd by.
I have dream't I have been in Heaven too.
Mem. There, handle that place; that's Elyzium.
Chi. Brave singing, and brave dancing,
And rare things.
Mem. All full of flowers.
Chi. And Pot-herbs.
Mem. Bowers for lovers,
And everlasting ages of delight.
Chi. I slept not so far.
Mem. Meet me on those banks
Some two days hence.
Chi. In Dream, Sir?
Mem. No in death, Sir.
And there I Muster all, and pay the Souldier.
Away, no more, no more.
Chi. God keep your Lordship:
This is fine dancing for us.
Enter Siphax.
Si. Where's the General?
Chi. There's the old sign of Memnon, where the soul is
You may go look as I have.
Si. What's the matter?
Chi. Why question him and see; he talks of Devils,
Hells, Heavens, Princes, Powers, and Potentates,
You must to th' pot too.
Si. How?
Chi. Do you know Elyzium? a tale he talks the Wild-goose chase of.
Si. Elyzium? I have read of such a place.
Chi. Then get ye to him,
Ye are as fine company as can be fitted. [Exit Chilax.
Your Worships fairly met.
Si. Mercy upon us,
What ails this Gentleman?
Mem. Provision—
Si. How his head works!
Mem. Between two Ribbs,
If he cut short or mangle me; I'le take him
And twirle his neck about.
Si. Now Gods defend us.
Mem. In a pure Cup transparent, with a writing
To signifie—
Si. I never knew him thus:
Sure he's bewitch'd, or poyson'd.
Mem. Who's there?
Si. I Sir.
Mem. Come hither, Siphax.
Si. Yes, how does your Lordship?
Mem. Well, God a mercy Souldier, very well,
But prithee tell me—
Si. Any thing I can, Sir.
Mem. What durst thou do to gain the rarest Beauty
The World has?
Si. That the World has? 'tis worth doing.
Mem. Is it so; but what doing bears it?
Si. Why! any thing; all danger it appears to.
Mem. Name some of those things: do.
Si. I would undertake, Sir,
A Voyage round about the World.
Mem. Short, Siphax.
A Merchant does it to spice pots of Ale.
Si. I wou'd swim in Armour.
Mem. Short still; a poor Jade
Loaden will take a stream and stem it strongly
To leap a Mare.
Si. The plague, I durst.
Mem. Still shorter,
I'll cure it with an Onion.
Si. Surfeits.
Mem. Short still:
They are often Physicks for our healths, and help us.
Si. I wou'd stand a breach.
Mem. Thine honour bids thee, Souldier:
'Tis shame to find a second cause.
Si. I durst, Sir,
Fight with the fellest Monster.
Mem. That's the poorest,
Man was ordain'd their Master; durst ye dye, Sir?
Si. How? dye my Lord!
Mem. Dye Siphax; take thy Sword,
And come by that door to her; there's a price
To buy a lusty love at.
Si. I am content, Sir,
To prove no Purchaser.
Mem. Away thou World-worm,
Thou win a matchless Beauty?
Si. 'Tis to lose't Sir,
For being dead, where's the reward I reach at?
The love I labour for?
Mem. There it begins Fool,
Thou art meerly cozen'd; for the loves we now know
Are but the heats of half an hour; and hated
Desires stir'd up by nature to encrease her;
Licking of one another to a lust;
Course and base appetites, earths meer inheritours
And Heirs of Idleness and blood; Pure Love,
That, that the soul affects, and cannot purchase
While she is loaden with our flesh, that Love, Sir,
Which is the price of honour, dwells not here,
Your Ladies eyes are lampless to that Vertue,
That beauty smiles not on a cheek washt over,
Nor scents the sweet of Ambers; below, Siphax
Below us, in the other World Elyzium,
Where's no more dying, no despairing, mourning,
Where all desires are full, desarts down loaden,
There Siphax, there, where loves are ever living.
Si. Why do we love in this World then?
Mem. To preserve it,
The maker lost his work else; but mark Siphax,
What issues that love bears.
Si. Why Children, Sir.
I never heard him talk thus; thus divinely
And sensible before.
Mem. It does so, Siphax,
Things like our selves, as sensual, vain, unvented
Bubbles, and breaths of air, got with an itching
As blisters are, and bred, as much corruption
Flows from their lives, sorrow conceives and shapes 'em,
And oftentimes the death of those we love most.
The breeders bring them to the World to curse 'em,
Crying they creep amongst us like young Cats.
Cares and continual Crosses keeping with 'em,
They make Time old to tend them, and experience
An ass, they alter so; they grow and goodly,
Ere we can turn our thoughts, like drops of water
They fall into the main, are known no more;
This is the love of this World; I must tell thee
For thou art understanding.
Si. What you please, Sir.
Mem. And as a faithful man:
Nay I dare trust thee,
I love the Princess.
Si. There 'tis, that has fired him,
I knew he had some inspiration.
But does she know it, Sir?
Mem. Yes marry does she,
I have given my heart unto her.
Si. If ye love her.
Mem. Nay, understand me, my heart taken from me,
Out of my Body, man, and so brought to her.
How lik'st thou that brave offer? there's the love
I told thee of; and after death, the living;
She must in justice come Boy, ha?
Si. Your heart, Sir?
Mem. I, so by all means, Siphax.
Si. He loves roast well
That eats the Spit.
Mem. And since thou art come thus fitly,
I'll do it presently and thou shalt carry it,
For thou canst tell a story and describe it.
And I conjure thee, Siphax, by thy gentry,
Next by the glorious Battels we have fought in,
By all the dangers, wounds, heats, colds, distresses,
Thy love next, and obedience, nay thy life.
Si. But one thing, first, Sir, if she pleas'd to grant it,
Could ye not love her here and live? consider.
Mem. Ha? Yes, I think I could.
Si. 'Twould be far nearer,
Besides the sweets here would induce the last love
And link it in.
Mem. Thou sayest right, but our ranks here
And bloods are bars between us, she must stand off too
As I perceive she does.
Si. Desert and Duty
Makes even all, Sir.
Mem. Then the King, though I
Have merited as much as man can, must not let her,
So many Princes covetous of her beauty;
I wou'd with all my heart, but 'tis impossible.
Si. Why, say she marry after.
Mem. No, she dares not;
The gods dare not do ill; come.
Si. Do you mean it?
Mem. Lend me thy knife, and help me off.
Si. For heaven sake,
Be not so stupid mad, dear General.
Mem. Dispatch, I say.
Si. As ye love that ye look for,
Heaven and the blessed life.
Mem. Hell take thee, Coxcomb,
Why dost thou keep me from it? thy knife I say.
Si. Do but this one thing, on my knees I beg it,
Stay but two hours till I return again.
For I will to her, tell her all your merits,
Your most unvalu'd love, and last your danger;
If she relent, then live still, and live loving,
Happy, and high in favour: if she frown—
Mem. Shall I be sure to know it?
Si. As I live, Sir,
My quick return shall either bring ye fortune,
Or leave you to your own fate.
Mem. Two hours?
Si. Yes, Sir.
Mem. Let it be kept, away, I will expect it. [Ex. Mem. Si.
Chi. You dainty wits! two of ye to a Cater,
To cheat him of a dinner?
Boy. Ten at Court, Sir,
Are few enough, they are as wise as we are.
Chi. Hang ye, I'le eat at any time, and any where,
I never make that part of want, preach to me
What ye can do, and when ye list.
Fool. Your patience,
'Tis a hard day at Court, a fish day.
Chi. So it seems, Sir,
The fins grow out of thy face.
Fool. And to purchase
This day the company of one dear Custard,
Or a mess of Rice ap Thomas, needs a main wit;
Beef we can bear before us lined with Brewes
And tubs of Pork; vociferating Veals,
And Tongues that ne're told lye yet.
Chi. Line thy mouth with 'em.
Fool. Thou hast need, and great need,
For these finny fish-dayes,
The Officers understandings are so flegmatick,
They cannot apprehend us.
Chi. That's great pity,
For you deserve it, and being apprehended
The whip to boot; Boy what do you so near me?
I dare not trust your touch Boy.