Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 10 of 10Fletcher, John
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Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 10 of 10
Fletcher, John
English drama
Rise presently: and now to your employments;
But first conduct this mortal to the rock.
_They carry_ Anthropos _to a Rock,_
_and fall a digging_.
What seest thou now? [Plutus _strikes the Rock, and flames flie out_.
_Anth._ A glorious Mine of Metal.
Oh _Jupiter_, my thanks.
_Plut._ To me a little.
_Anth._ And to the god of wealth, my Sacrifice.
_Plut._ Nay, then I am rewarded. Take heed now, Son,
You are afloat again, lest _Mundus_ catch ye.
_Anth._ Neve[r] betray me more.
_Plut._ I must to _India_,
From whence I came, where my main wealth lies buried,
And these must with me. Take that Book and Mattock,
And by those, know to live again.
[_Exeunt_ Plutus, Industry, Labour, _&[c]._
_Anth._ I shall do.
_Enter_ Fame _sounding_.
_Fame._ Thorow all the world, the fortune of great _Anthropos_
Be known and wonder'd at; his riches envy'd
As far as Sun or Time is; his power fear'd too. [_Exeunt._
MUSICK.
_Enter_ Delight, Pleasure, [Craft, Lucre,] Vanity, _&c. dancing_
_(and Masqu'd) towards the Rock, offering service to_
Anthropos. Mercury _from above. Musick heard. One half of
a cloud drawn. Singers are discovered: then the other half
drawn._ Jupiter _seen in glory_.
_Mer._ Take heed, weak man, those are the sins that sunk thee:
Trust 'em no more: kneel, and give thanks to _Jupiter_.
_Anth._ Oh mighty power!
_Jup._ Unmask, ye gilded poisons:
Now look upon 'em, son of earth, and shame 'em;
Now see the faces of thy evil Angels,
Lead 'em to _Time_, and let 'em fill his Triumph:
Their memories be here forgot for ever.
_Anth._ Oh just great god! how many lives of service,
What ages only given to thine honor.
What infinites of vows, and holy prayers,
Can pay my thanks?
_Jup._ Rise up: and to assure thee
That never more thou shalt feel want, strike, _Mercury_,
Strike him; and by that stroke he shall for ever
Live in that rock of Gold, and still enjoy it.
Be't done, I say. Now sing in honor of him.
_SONG._
_Enter the Triumph. First, the Musicians: then_ Vain Delight,
Pleasure, Craft, L[u]cre, Vanity, _and other of the Vices: Then
a Chariot with the person of_ Time _sitting in it, drawn by
four persons, representing Hours, singing_.
_Exeunt._ _Flourish._
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