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  FRANCIS BEAUMONT
    Born 1584
    Died 1616

  JOHN FLETCHER
    Born 1579
    Died 1625



  _BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER_

  THE MAD LOVER
  THE LOYAL SUBJECT
  RULE A WIFE, AND HAVE A WIFE
  THE LAWS OF CANDY
  THE FALSE ONE
  THE LITTLE FRENCH LAWYER


  THE TEXT EDITED BY
  A. R. WALLER, M.A.


  CAMBRIDGE:
  at the University Press
  1906



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  THE
  MAD LOVER,
  A
  TRAGI-COMEDY.


  Persons Represented in the Play.

    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_.

    _WOMEN._

    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_.


  _The Scene_ Paphos.

    The principal Actors were,

    _Richard Burbadge._
    _Robert Benfeild._
    _Nathanael Feild._
    _Henry Condel._
    _John Lowin._
    _William Eglestone._
    _Richard Sharpe._




_Actus primus. Scena prima._


        _Flourish._ _Enter_ Astorax _King of_ Paphos, _his Sister_
        Calis, _Train_, _and_ Cleanthe, Lucippe _Gentlewomen, at
        one door; at the other_ Eumenes _a Souldier_.

  _Eume._ Health to my Soveraign.

  _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