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THE MAD LOVER THE LOYAL SUBJECT RULE A WIFE, AND HAVE A WIFE THE LAWS OF CANDY THE FALSE ONE THE LITTLE FRENCH LAWYER
CAMBRIDGE UNIVERSITY PRESS WAREHOUSE, C. F. CLAY, MANAGER. London: FETTER LANE, E.C. Glasgow: 50, WELLINGTON STREET. Leipzig: F. A. BROCKHAUS. New York: THE MACMILLAN COMPANY. Bombay and Calcutta: MACMILLAN AND CO., LTD.
Astorax, _King of_ Paphos. Memnon, _the General and the Mad Lover_. Polydor, _Brother to_ Memnon, _beloved of_ Calis. Eumenes, } _two eminent Souldiers._ Polybius, } Chilax, _an old merry Souldier_. Syphax, _a Souldier in love with the Princess_. Stremon, _a Souldier that can sing_. Demagoras, _Servant to the General_. _Chirurgion_. _Fool_. _Page_. _Courtiers_.
Calis, _Sister to the King, and Mistris to_ Memnon. Cleanthe _Sister to_ Syphax. Lucippe, _one of the Princesses Women_. _Priest of_ Venus, _an old wanton_. _A Nun._ Cloe, _a Camp Baggage_.
_Richard Burbadge._ _Robert Benfeild._ _Nathanael Feild._ _Henry Condel._ _John Lowin._ _William Eglestone._ _Richard Sharpe._
_Flourish._ _Enter_ Astorax _King of_ Paphos, _his Sister_ Calis, _Train_, _and_ Cleanthe, Lucippe _Gentlewomen, at one door; at the other_ Eumenes _a Souldier_.
_King._ _Eumenes_, welcome: Welcome to _Paphos_, Souldier, to our love, And that fair health ye wish us, through the Camp May it disperse it self, and make all happy; How does the General, the valiant _Memnon_, And how his Wars, _Eumenes_?
_Eume._ The Gods have giv'n you (Royal Sir) a Souldier, Better ne're sought a danger, more approv'd In way of War, more master of his fortunes, Expert in leading 'em; in doing valiant, In following all his deeds to Victories, And holding fortune certain there.
_King._ O Souldier, Thou speak'st a man indeed; a Generals General, A soul conceiv'd a Souldier.
_Eumen._ Ten set Battels Against the strong usurper _Diocles_ (Whom long experience had begot a Leader, Ambition rais'd too mighty) hath your _Memnon_ Won, and won gloriously, distrest and shook him Even from the head of all his hopes to nothing: In three, he beat the Thunder-bolt his Brother, Forc'd him to wall himself up: there not safe, Shook him with warlike Engins like an Earthquake, Till like a Snail he left his shell and crawl'd By night and hideous darkness to destruction: Disarm'd for ever rising more: Twelve Castles, Some thought impregnable; Towns twice as many; Countries that like the wind knew no command But savage wildness, hath this General With loss of blood and youth, through Storms and Tempests Call'd to your fair obedience.