King. Lay hold upon his instrument:

Fond man, dost think I am in love with villany?
All the service they can do me here

Is but to let these see the right I do

Them now is unconstrain'd; then thus I do proceed :
Upon the place Zorannes lost his life,

I vow to build a tomb, and on that tomb

I vow to pay three whole years' penitence:

If in that time I find that heaven and you
Can pardon, I shall find again the way

To live amongst you.

Ther. Sir, be not so cruel to yourself, this is an age-
King. 'Tis now irrevocable: thy father's lands

I give thee back again, and his commands;

And with them, leave to wear the tiara,

That man there has abus'd.

To you, Orbella,

Who, it seems, are foul as well as I,

I do prescribe the self-same physic

I do take myself;

But in another place, and for a longer time

Diana's nunnery.

Orb. Above my hopes.

King. For you, who still have been

The ready instrument of all my cruelties,

And there have cancell'd all the bonds of brother,

Perpetual banishment: nor, should

This line expire, shall thy right have a place.

Ari. Hell and furies!

King. Thy crimes deserve no less; yet, 'cause thou wert

Heaven's instrument to save my life,

Thou only hast that time of banishment,

I have of penitence.

[Exit.

[Comes down. ZIRIFF offers to kiss the King's hand. Iolas. May it be plague and famine here till I return. No: thou shalt not yet forgive me.

King. Aglaura, thus I freely part with thee.

And part with all fond flames and warm desires,

I cannot fear new agues in my blood
Since I have overcome the charms

Thy beauty had, no other ever can

Have so much power: Thersames, thou look'st pale,
Is't want of rest?

Ther. No, sir; but that's a story for your ear

Orsa. A strange and happy change.

Ori. All joys wait on you ever.

Agl. Orithie,

How for thy sake now could I wish

Love were no mathematic point,

[They whisper.

But would admit division, that Thersames might,
Though at my charge, pay thee the debt he owes thee.
Ori. Madam, I lov'd the prince, not myself;

Since his virtues have their full rewards,

I have my full desires.

King. What miracles of preservation have we had! How wisely have the stars prepar'd you for felicity! Nothing endears a good more than the contemplation Of the difficulty we had to attain to it:

But see, night's empire's out,

And a more glorious auspiciously does begin;
Let us go serve the gods, and then prepare

For jollity, this day I'll borrow from my vows.

Nor shall it have a common celebration;

Since't must be,

A high record to all posterity.

[Exeunt omnes.

EPILOGUE.

PLAYS are like feasts, and every act should be
Another course, and still variety:

But, in good faith, provision of wit
Is grown of late so difficult to get,

That do we what we can, we are not able,
Without cold meats to furnish out the table.
Who knows but it was needless too? May be
'Twas here, as in the coachman's trade; and he
That turns in the least compass, shows most art:
Howe'er, the poet hopes, Sir, for his part,

You'll like not those so much, who show their skill
In entertainment, as who show their will.

BRENNORALT.

A Tragedy.

PRESENTED AT THE

PRIVATE HOUSE IN BLACKFRIARS,

BY

HIS MAJESTY'S SERVANTS.