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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A42748	Phaeton, or, The fatal divorce a tragedy as it is acted at the Theatre Royal in imitation of the antients : with some reflections on a book call'd, A short view of the immorality and profaneness of the English stage.	Gildon, Charles, 1665-1724.; Euripides. Medea.	1698 (1698)	Wing G735; ESTC R8371	47,862	57

Lord Mr. Powel What d' you talk of those Hard Words to Courtiers Soldiers Cits and Beaux Fray let us speak We shall be understood We speak the Language of All Flesh and Blood Mr. Powel Oh! Mrs. Cross pray do as you think good Exit Mrs. Cross. On our Advice our Poet thinks not fit To trust his Fortune wholly to your Wit For that 's the Rock on which he fears to Split As much a surer way his Hopes t' Advance He wisely borrows Ornaments from France Here 's what you Use to to take so much Delight in Musick and Dance and every thing but Fighting And tho' he knew that always here wou'd please He left it out to Complement the Peace But yet for fear this shou'd not make you easie He sent all us here in hopes to please ye For when a wanting Friend has often fail'd With the rich Churl our Sex has soon prevail'd Molded th' ingenerous Cully to their Mind And made him prove most Prodigally kind If then this Charming Tribe shou'd fail to win ye I needs must say some strange dull Devil 's in ye Cannot our Eyes our Youth our Form appease ye And have we Nothing Nothing that can please ye Has Malice such Confounded Pow'r o're ye That you will damn tho' Youth and Charms implore ye Well if your darling Envy damn this Play At least before we 've had a full third day All your Efforts I hear I will defie The first And I. 2d And I. 3d. and I. 4th And I. 5th And I. Miss Chock Not one of us I 'm sure I 'll ne're comply Mrs. Cross. You hear what Doom is past therefore beware And for our Sakes the unknown Poets Spare All you that have Loves Fear before your Sight For Women may be honest out of Spight Dramatis Personae MEN. Mr. Mills Merops King of Egypt and the Indies Father to Lybia and Husband to Clymene Mr. Powel Phaeton Son of the SUN by Clymene in Love with Lybia and Marry'd to Althea Mr. Williams Epaphus the Son of Iupiter by IO now the Goddess Isis Friend to Phaeton WOMEN Mrs. Powel Clymene second Wife to Merops and Mother to Phaeton Mrs. Knight Althea Neice to Argus and Daughter to the King of Samos Wife to Phaeton Mrs. Temple Cassiope Maids to Althea Mrs. Kent Merope Maids to Althea Lybia Daughter to Merops by a former Wife and Heiress to Egypt and the Indies in Love with Phaeton a mute Person Priests Shepherds Messengers c. SCENE a Grove and adjoining Temple in the Court Egypt ACT I. SCENE I. The Curtain rises and discover a pleasant Grove c. the Prospect ending in a River running thro a Valley Phaeton Althea and her Maids in the front of the Stage and on each side Shepherds and Shepherdesses in Green Phaeton and Althea come forward before the rest Alth. ' I Was on this day that first I saw my Phaeton 'T was on this day that first I lov'd my Phaeton For when I first beheld you I first lov'd you Phaet I lov'd Althea too when first I saw her Lov d did I say no I ador'd her rather For as the Gods to Man so she to me Reveal'd herself in generous Benefits Of Life of Liberty Alth. O! my dear Lord Permit me here in safety to review The wondrous Rise of my unchanging Love Or I lose half the Triumphs of this day Phaet Oh! lose no joy that Phaeton can give Alth. It was the solemn Festival of Iuno The great Protectress of our Samian State When at the sacred Rites this wondrous Sight Surprizd us all but most affected me The Priest o' th sudden started from the Victim And threw aloft his trembling hands to Heav'n His hair erected stood upripht like bristles His glaring eves about confus dly roll'd And his stretch'd nostrils breath'd a cloud of smoak When from his widen'd mouth an awful voice A Voice much more than mortal shook the Temple As thunder dreadful and almost as loud And in a storm pronounc'd these fatal words Samos is lost and Hierax is no more Vnless we drive these Strangers from our shore He said and full of sacred Fury led The willing people to the neighb'ring Sea Phaet 'T was there he found us just escap'd the Wreck The shatter'd Reliques of th' inclement Tempest Our Swords and Virtue all the Waves had left us With joy we spy'd the Ensigns of the Gods Secure of help and hospitable rights Both from his age and office But alas Our hopes all vanish'd e're they well were form'd For on the verge of the descending Strand With hostile threatnings he forbad our passage Th' ignoble Vulgar with confirming shouts All seconded their Leader What cou d we do on e ry hand beset The Sea on this side and on that the People All sworn to our Ruin Resolv'd on Death My small but chosen Band unsheath'd their Swords Appealing to the Gods we rush'd upon 'em And drove th' inhumane herd into their street Alth. Ay there I first beheld my Godlike Lord Like Mars undaunted but like Cupid Fair A charming terror fill d his lovely face That did more execution than his Arm Tho that did Wonders scarce to be believ'd As from the Palace we survey'd the Fight For the first Tumult drove us from the Temple We all took Int'rest in your doubtful Fate And those that fear'd you pray'd you might o'recome At least that swift Agreement might secure you Phaet The people now amazd at what we did Had soon agreed had not Sesostris Sword Cleft down their Mitred Chief For tho he fell Himself to expiate his Crime their rage Encreas'd still with their numbers till unable To wield our glutted Swords we all were taken Alth. Then like the Sun obscur'd in noisome Fogs I lost my Phaeton in th' earthy Vulgar A pow'rful Pity for thy youth and beauty I thought it Pity but I found it Love Compell'd my steps down to thy frightful Dungeon To set thee free from Chains and hast'ning Death But oh the Joy the Transports of my Soul When you refus'd your liberty and life If those must rob you of your Benefactress Refus'd a flight that bore you from Althea O! the soft melody that thro my ears Dissolv'd my heart at your dear vows and oaths Of boundless love and of eternal truth Phae. O! my false heart thou hast too soon forgot ' em Aside Alth. By the bright God the Author of thy Being I cou'd not help the Fondness I betry'd The struggling Ecstacy too mighty grew For my weak breast to hold it bore down all The artful coyness of our modest Sex The Tyes of Blood the Fears of Womanhood Father Mother Country and toilsom Dangers I fled with joy from all that men hold dear Alone o re Seas to Asia in a Boat My Pilot thou and my protecting God Phae. Aside Oh! why was glory and this charming woman Such mortal foes as not to be united Why must I owe so much and be