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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A37158	Circe a tragedy as it is acted at His Royal Highness the Duke of York's Theatre / by Charles D'Avenant ...	Davenant, Charles, 1656-1714.	1677 (1677)	Wing D302; ESTC R8025	34,614	66

his guilded Beams you ne're shall play II. You who hatch Factions in the Court Sedition in the meaner sort Amongst the Pious holy Strife Tumults in Camps in Senates too Those discords which the good undoe All all that wait on humane life Chor. Circe the Daughter of the Sun obey Or in his guilded Beams you ne're shall play Enter four Spirits Cir. Bring me the juice of every Plant Which grows in those infectious Shades Where Nature hid corrupts or fades Of all that temperate heat or moisture want Bring me the lustful Motacilla's blood And Vervain against Thunder good The juice of baneful Aconite The black and melancholy qualities of these By sympathy the God of Darkness please Whom I must raise up to his hated light Exit one of the Spirits Sung by one of Circe's Women alone LOvers who to their first Embraces go Are slow and languishing compar'd to you In speed you can outdo the winged Wind And leave even Thought creeping and tir'd behind A Spirit rises and layes a Jarre at Circe's feet Sung by Circes Women BEhold quick as thy thought Th' Ingredients of thy Spells are brought By which thy dismal Bus'ness must be wrought Great Minister of Fate In this deep Cave you sit in State Famine and Pestilence about you wait At your dread Word they fly through every Land Whilst their fierce undiscerning rage Does pity neither Sex nor Age. Death is as blind as Love at your command Chorus Each Plant and Herb have all their poyson sent On what new mischief is your Magick bent Cir. Whil'st on the Earth this Juice I pour To the Magicians And that the Priests their solemn Anthem sing Do you tread on this holy flour Those mystick Figures sacred to th' Infernal King Magicians dance A Priest sings alone PLuto arise From those blest shades where Kings and Lovers are Where those no torment have from State and Care And these feel not the torment of Despair The Second Part of the Dance PLuto arise From thy blest Kingdom of Equality Where Birth Wealth Beauty have no tyranny Where all Mankind are fellow-slaves to thee Scene Fifth The Earth opens Pluto arises in a Chariot drawn by Black Horses Circe Pluto Priests Spirits Plut. Why do you call me from Eternal night Unwilling to the world 's more guilty might Cir. I do conjure thee by her conqu'ring Eyes Which even had pow'r to make a God their prize Pity those Lovers who indure more pain Than all the Damn'd thy Empire does contain Vouchsafe in Fates mysterious Books to read What for my Son and Husband is decreed Plu. 'T is destin'd by a pow'r which Gods obey That both should meet a cruel fate this day Cir. Each word has been a thousand deaths to me Ah take my Soul to the dark Shades with thee Plu. Great Circe weep no more Love shakes his Dart The lawful terrour of each noble heart And cries aloud what Deity can dare Proscribe those slaves who my blest fetters wear I 'le punish all by fatal Stix he swears And this he spoke with Frowns but more with Tears The Gods like fearful Senates all debate And their harsh Sentence strive to moderate Cir. Just Heaven Plu. Love from the Gods at last obtain'd That by one means their safety may be gain'd This day two Noble Youths from Argos come Who travel hither by Apollo's doom Let one according to your Empires law Be offer'd to Diana Taurica If one of these a Sacrifice be made They may the Sentence of the Gods evade Whom your fair Priestess chooses let him fall A bloody Victim to attone for all I can no more indure this hated light She waves her Wand and he descends Restore me to the peaceful arms of night Cir. This to the King and to my Son relate To the Priests Do you th' arrival of these Strangers wait To the Spirits And so contrive that by some pow'rful Charms They be depriv'd of all defensive arms Ex. Priests and Spirits With anger and revenge I 've play'd too long Now it is time that I resent my wrong Perfidious King I have resolv'd thy Fate Thy Iphigenia too shall share my hate Sullen and dark the Planets all appear As if some dismal Fate were hatching there Some mighty ill is threatned to us all Witness you Gods I do not fear to fall But I 'le not die alone At Death I 'de smile were all the world to be my Funeral Pile Exit ACT II. Scene the Grecian Fleet. Orestes Pylades Ores THIS is that happy place my generous Friend Where 't is declar'd my Miseries shall end Those miseries which had batter'd down this Fort But that their shock you help me to support I do in our harmonious friendship find Musick to charm the frenzie of my Mind Py. Useless is all my friendly art and care What I would heal is fester'd by despair Within your self a solemn Court you call And at each hour by your own Sentence fall Condemning an unhappy Paricide Whom all the world would have absolv'd beside No more in these dark Clouds of grief appear Orst 'T is Pylades the shape which Guilt should wear A Mothers name should have had power to charme With sacred Reverence my guilty Arm Ah! though she did my Royal Father kill And stain his Bed she was my Mother still I should have left her to the Pow'rs Divine Justice was Heaven's Prerogative not mine Py. Heav'ns distant power ill men but little fear Who must be kept in awe by what is near They impudently sin because they know The Good to Heav'ns slow Court of Justice go And Judgments are so long in coming thence That guilt may Weary praying Innocence Think not the Gods like lazy Monarchs give To their bold Subjects their Prerogative Heav'n had it thought that great revenge its due Would ne're have let it been usurp'd by you Orest This Region is that famous Temples seat Where men with humane blood their Goddess treat To end my griefs it is perhaps decreed That on Diana's Altar I should bleed My Pylades this dismal place forsake You may perhaps the Second Victim make Ah flie this morning Sacrifice declares That Scythia's bloody Zeal no Stranger spares Py. Ah my dear friend Pylades sighs Orest What does your sorrow mean Py. Would I had ne're the fatal Temple seen They had perform'd the holy Rites before Your thoughtful steps had reach'd the Temple Door A lovely Youth did at the Altar bow Garlands and manly Grace adorn'd his Brow When a bright Virgin with a solemn pace All drown'd in tears approach'd the holy place How beautious was her Grief the dress she wore Declar'd that she the bloody office bore She took the crooked Knife and gave the wound The murder'd Victim panted on the ground Whilst I did something in my Bosom feel That wounded deeper than the sacred Steel Orest Defend your Heart that must not be a Prize To any but your Iphigenia's Eyes The Oracle at Delphos did declare I