T.D.

“ Enter, The two Kings of Lydia and Cilicia, Zenarchus sonne to the Cilician, Tymethes, sonne to the Lydian. Mareres, Fidelio, Amorpho, Sextorio, Lodovicus, when they come unto the Throne, the Tyrant of Cilicia puts by the old King, and ascends alone: all snatch out their swords, Mazeres crownes him, the old King and Tymethes stand amazed.
Florish.
Arm. Speranz.
Omn. Long live Armatrites King of Lydia.
King. How?
Arm. Art thou amaz'd old King, and all thy people
Mutually labouring in a fit of wonder? ”

“ And tis Tymethes; not his painted glories,
My soule in her accomplish'd wish desires.
Zen. What say you now sir?
Tym.
Tym. Nothing but admire
That heaven can frame a creature like a woman
And die be constant, seeing most are common.
Zen. Put by your wonder sir, she proves the same
I spake her vertues for her ere she came,
And when my father dyes I here doe vow
This kingdome now detained wrongfully
Shall then returne unforcedly to you,
In part thy dowry, but in all thy due.
Tym. Vnmatched honest young man.
Enter Mazeres observing. ”

“ The Lydian sends his sonne Tymethes for ayd; he enters againe with Armatrites King of Cilicia, Zenarchus his sonne, and Mazeres a young Prince the Cilician Kings follower. All they draw against the Lycians party, whereat they all with Lapyris flye; the two other Kings pursuing them. Then enter the old Queene of Lydia flying from her Nephew Lapyrus, with two Babes in her armes; he pursuing her with his drawne sword.
Enter
Enter Chorus. ”

“ At the other the old King of Lycia, Zantippus his Son, Eurymone his Daughter, and Souldiers. The two pyrus is given to the Lycian, and Zantippus to the Lydian. The Lycian seemes to offer his daughter Eurymone to Lapyrus to fall from his uncle, and joyne with him; he accepts her drawing his sword against his Country and Uncle. ”

“ Tis not the losse of Kingdome, Fathers banishment,
Vncertainty of Mother, afflicts me
With halfe the violence that thofe cross'd affections,
Betwixt your Princely Sister and our selfe,
Who upon fortune, or her Fathers frowne,
Erecting the whole Fabricke of her love,
Either now will not, or else dare not love me.
Zen. Chance alters not affection, see in me
that hold thee deare still spight of Tyrannie:
Fate does but dim the glasse of a right man,
He still retaines his worth, doe what fate can. ”

“ Th'old King of Lydia being so beset
By his owne Nephews unexpected trecheries,
Sent forth his sonne Tymethes to crave ayd
From Armatrites of great Cilicia,
Which he obtain'd in a disastrous houre
As the event will witnesse; In this trouble
The frighted Queene with her two Infants fled
Into a Forrest, fearing the sad ruine
Hourely expected, untill Armatrites
With a fresh Army fore'd Lapyrus flye
And fav'd the King, doom'd for worse treachery.
What followes flicwvs it selfe; tis our full due,
If we with labour give content to you.Exit.
Act.
Act. 1. Scene. 1. ”

“ Enter the Queene and two souldiers pursuing her.
Qu. Oh help, good heaven save a poore wretch from slaughter.
The. 1. Stop her mouth first, souldiers must have their sport.
Tis dearely earnd, they venture their blood for't. ”

“ Both. Hold, hold, sir; we are souldiers, but doe not love to fight.Exeunt.
Que. Let me disswade you from all hope of recompence
Save thankes and prayers, which are the Beggers gifts,
Lap. You cannot give me that I have more neede of
Than prayers; for my soule hath a poore stocke;
There's a faire house within, but tis ill furnisht
There wants true teares for hangings, penitent falls,
For
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Lap. Here, take my sword.
Are you yet constant? shame your Sex and be so; will you do't? ”