Actus Quarti ACT V. SCENE I. Enter the Emperour Barnagasso chain'd Zaraida Zanhaga and Guards Zaraida in disshevell'd hair intreats the Emperour Zar. OH spare him spare him spare my Husband's Life His Blood can't make you Beautiful to me 'T will paint you worse than horrid Monsters are Why will you kill him then O cruel King Is that the way to Love because he 's mine He dyes how can I love his Murderer My Eyes are weak they cannot look on Blood That colour makes me weep my Heart 's so soft Like our quick plant from a rude touch it flyes But kindly opens to the gentle hand More mercy and less Blood might do much more Aside Oh! I d say any thing to save his Life Which I have brought to such a shameful Death Oh could we now but dye with Honour I were blest Bar. Forgive me love if I reproach thee now My Friend too who disswaded me from Death See what your pray'rs have done I was unjust When I would end this miserable Life Oh my Prophetick fears are true 't was once My own to dye the happy minute fled Unheeded by the slighted Friend will ne're return Now lead me where you please to death which ne're Can come too soon to a wise man lead on Zar. Why hast you so my Lord Death is not slow To come can you leave me for death Emp. My Love admits of no delay speak Fair Accept my flame and he shall live live great But for your self good Gods the Earth shall groan Millions of Slaves shall sweat in her rich veins Slaves who are born and dye in Golden Mines Their e'ry stroke shall cleave an Empire forth The rough form'd â—ass shall loose it 's close embrace The Embryo Gold shall from the Womb be torn And shall by curious art be form'd a new By pray'rs or force I will enjoy your charms Zar. Vain Promises you ask so high a price The Universe's now worth what I must give Bar. Vain Promises you ask so high a price The Universe's now worth what I must give Bar. Spare all thy tears Zaraida spare thy sighs My life 's not worth the Ransom he requires Zar. Oh cruel King are you a Man yet bear Unmov d what bent the stormy Winds and Seas My face alone could calm their Rage but now Nor that nor tears nor sighs can move your Breast My voice has lost it's sweetness now Oh call The Winds and Waves call them not cruel now No more be they accurst for they were kind Much kinder than the cursed Monster Man Em. 'T is you are cruel now curse on 't I could Force her Love but then I 've imperfect joy Aside Have you thought To Zar. Zar. Yes I have thought Emp. And what is the result Zar. That if one crime can sink a Soul to Hell Where will thy World of Murders hurry thee Emp. To Heav'n poor fool where should great Jamoan go Zar. What for Murder Emp. Ask thy self that if common Murder sinks Where must thou go whose hands are dipp'd In a fond Husbands Blood Bar. Why dost thou sport Almighty justice thus Think'st thou such slight evasions weigh with Heav'n Emp. If they weigh here I look no further Aside How can you call me cruel yet endure Your Husbands limbs by drawing Engines stretch'd His Veins drawn fine as silken wefts His Blood inflam'd by journeyiâ—â— on now finds A longer course renew'd and now it's dams Broke down irregularly runs forc'd up To the last limits of that little world It under dyes the white with scarlet streakes The snowy Corps blushes at the disgrace Can you bear this without reluctancy Zar. Oh do you know so well the pains o' th' rack And yet can cruelly design him there Emp. And now he curses Heav'n that made him young For life in youth is rivetted more close To the Inwrapping Flesh Now he roars loud with more than Lyons rage And now he flings his Body forward on The rack provoking Death who bears his taunts And servilely attends my nod O life Wretched indeed when Death so terrible To Humane thoughts is languish'd for Bar. Were it yet more wretched I have a Soul To bear it all cease then to threat and do Emp. The burning Vessel now boyls o're he foams And froths at mouth he struggles with the choaking stench His Eye-balls strain'd crack their suspending threads And from their splinter'd jaggy roots a deluge flows Nature quite tir'd with passion raves no more Yet still the Body huggs th' unwilling Soul In fond Embraces locks the Spirit fast Thristing for Separation Can you be Yet unmov'd at this description Alas You little know the thousand pains he bears Zar. O Gualata Now I feel I fear for you My Female-Courage trembles at the thoughts Yet I 'll not shrink a jot from Virtues Rules Nor give this Beauty to that Tyrants Arms Tho at my first Embrace thy pains should cease Bar. Where are ye Gods if the loud fall of two Such mighty wrecking Orbs can't rouze your souls Awake nor let a Mortal brave ye thus Em. Think Can you bear to see him piece-meal torn His angry flesh wrench'd from th' unwilling bones His Bowels ript while Life yet shivers there His big heart dancing in a Sea of Blood Shall first be mash'd then thrown into his Face Zar. I cannot think it thought startles at it Em. I 'll aid your barren Imagination I 'll lead you where your eyes shall straight behold That horrour which your lagging fancy could not reach Zar. Hold hold tho all your arts can't make me yield I 've heard enough to dye farewell Swoons Bar. That thou wert dead indeed there all my fears Would end the weary Soul retires for ease Em. By Heav'ns a lucky opportunity Bear her to the Royal Bed and him to Death Bar. Oh stay no pow'r shall force me hence till she Revive Zaraida Curse on my weak Voice Why was 't not loud as Whirl-winds Tempests roar Oh that my Chains could ring a loud alarm To wake the sleeping Gods and her Where Father where Oh that my Teeth my Nails could straitway dig Quite through this Globe to find the wand'ring God! What shall I do to save her from his Lust I 'll wake or crush her Soul out with my weight Rushes upon her Zar. Oh Barnagasso Am I once more here Thus let my Kisses breath my Soul into Waking gets between his Arms. Your Body that we may together dye Bar. Oh Love nor Hell nor Heav'n shall part us now Emp. Then Earth shall Guards force her from him or Racks Unheard of be your Fate unbind him first He struggles Then force her from her hold As they unbind him he snatches a Sword and holds her in his left hand Bar. Now I am loose no Power shall bind my Hands again Em. Curse on my Dalliance it has ruin'd all Bar. See King my Fate is now my own but I Will live live to revenge my self by Heav'ns 'T is ominous 't is the
immediate Death Gen. What shall I do to save so brave a Man Bar. Give me a Sword disswade me not from Death When life 's a burden grown think not I 'd dye If I could live as Barnagasso should If you 're my Friend as I can hardly doubt Relieve my wants and charitably help To end that Life which I cannot preserve Gen. Defer it but a moment more till I Can sound the King then if I fail 't is time Enough to dye a minute is not much Bar. Should I let slip this moment Heav'n affords Perhaps why do I say perhaps I 'm sure 'T will never never come again Zar. Nay now my Lord you 're too unjust to me And to your self to slight so great a boon Despair when there is room for Hope is mean And what is mean can never enter here Death is unlawful as you said your self While life can honourably be preserv'd Come we will joyn our Forces and intreat A short Reprieve can you deny your Wife Gen. Can you deny your Friend who begs you Live Zar. My Lord I 'm not acquainted yet with death Stay but an hour you will not leave me sure Gen. How can you need such Courtship to your Life And to a happy one if Heav'n can make it so Pointing to her Zar. We conquer see he yields he melts apace Bar. Do with me what you please but much I fear Zar. What my Lord Bar. That we shall live to Curse this weak neglect Ex. cum Zar. The General at the other Door SCENE Changes to the Emperour's Apartment Enter the Emperour and Zanhaga Em. Did he so haughtily reject my Gift Zan. He bad me say he was prepar'd for Fate Em. Then Fate shall be prepar'd for him or false Or true the Oracle shall now take place Away repenting thoughts Remorse avaunt Methinks I see his Soul already wing'd Bring me the Royal Bowl Zanhaga quick I 'll drink its happy Voyage through th' Air Zan. And Ill drink yours now Fate thou' rt kind indeed Exit and Returns with Two Bowls Em. This 't is to be a King and fortunate Were I Gualata now I were to dy Zan. And were I either of you so were I. Aside Em. Come give it me Ill drink this Health tho death Were mixt inseparably with the Draught Drinks Zan. Aside That would not I tho' Heav'n should follow it If Poyson causes Death he guesses well However there 's no Robbery he gets a Star And I his Crown he 's pleas'd and so am I. Em. Zanhaga I forgot you should have drank of mine Zan. My Lord this Bowl is rich enough for me How wond'rous kind he is Now I am great Drinks Gualato Tombu are my own And all by Wit by Politicks refin'd How I could hug my self and how applaud Aside That brave ambition which has urg'd me on Emp. Come my Zanhaga 't is not fit Death wait Love calls upon me to destroy this King And reap from thence what Love and Beauty bring As they are going out the General enters and stops ' em Gen. I beg your Majesty to hear my suit Emp. What is it Barsiloa speak I 'll hear Gen. 'T is in behalf of the whole Empire of Your self to punish whom the Gods would change The course of Nature rain cold Winter down A freezing Hell on scorching Africa If Blood so Innocent be rashly spilt Em. What tends it that way then Aside Speak I'm in hast Gen. I beg the gallant Prisâ—ner may be freed And his fair Wife giv'n to her Husbands arms Emp. Why ask'st thou not my Crown as well thou may'st And sooner should succeed proud insolence Darest thou oppose thy self to me and Heav'n Who has requir'd his Death and Doom'd her mine Away I 'll hear no more such suits lead on Gen. My Lord 't is what our Laws allow my self Who made 'em Slaves now beg they may be free Emp. Those Laws one King has made another may Revoke Zanhaga sure this cannot be your Son Zan. I know not if he be my Son a few Hours more and he shall be my Slave Aside Gen. You can't but know the forgeries of the Priest To the Emp. His curs'd abuse of Sacred Rites inflames All Africk with a Pious Rage if he Must dye t were better far you tell the World The true the only cause say he 's the rub To your hoâ—â—ust Proclaim in Tombu's Streets Gualata dyes that you may act the Beast Securely with his Wife this would be great Tho wicked yet 't is better than to skulk Behind a poor pretence of Fates commands Which you your self have countenanc'd the Priest To forge there is some Vertue in a bold Attempt but a mean action adds that sin To Cruelty and dwindles you to nothing straight Em. Oh Love how poor a God art thou whose chains So much debase whom they Subject my Slave Sees in my Face my heart and braves me now Zan My Lord 't is time Fates orders were obey'd Emp. I thank thee thou hast rowz'd Revenge and Love My Thunder first shall crush this Prince then you Gen. 'T is not big words can fright your General Have you forgot Stay Sir when first the War Broke out when Gualata all Revengeful flew To right his injur'd Honour and his Love Remember Sir what fears your Army seiz'd Even you your self Who now can Thunder trembled then not Flags By Winds more mov'd you almost shook your Soul away What had become of your bravados then Had I not undertook the desp'rate charge Kind Pray'rs and tears were paid me then I thought 'em true curst fool I did I lead Your Troops where I 've unfortunately won Conquer'd the best of Men have chain'd a God For such is Barnagasso to our World And now to be deny'd the common right Is base and I return ingrate to you Emp. Audacious Villian hence Blaspheme no more With thy vile Tongue my Sacred Majesty But that thy Fathers Services now plead Aloud my Royal Blood too which thou shar'st For Mercy begs thou Traytour hadst been dead Loath too I am t' imbrue my hands afresh In the same Purple Flood I spilt this day A thousand things now force me t' excuse thee The time calls on me for a nobler act To glut in Blood of Kings not Slaves yet e're I go to give th' aspiring Soul some check I spurn thee Traytour from my presence thus Exit cum Zan. Manet Barsiola Solus Gen. Is that to check thou art in love indeed Have I for this endur'd the Toyls of War Left a Luxurious Court for a rough Camp Forc'd my just heart to fight for Lust my Soul To sweat and drudge to pamper him for Rapes And am I spurn'd at last for my Reward My slighted wounds gape in their Masters face Revenge revenge they cry I 'll right my self By force my forming brain chalks out the way Which I must tread hast then e're 't is too late To right thy self and to prevent his Fate Exit Finis
quite forget we ever Mortals were Exeunt Finis Actus Primi ACT II. SCENE I. A Pleasant Grove at the farther end Zaraida is discover'd on a Couch she rises and comes forward Zara. WHy should I Weep Can Tears call back his Soul Or force mine out to him In vain I grieve Where is thy Body smooth as Ebony And softer than the tender'st yielding Virgins skins Thy Limbs are undistinguish'd torn thy heart Oh that they'd pierc'd thee there forgive my Wish That I too might have Dy'd no Difference now Between the Monarch and the Slave Yes this The Pile confess'd thy Worth and groan'd beneath thy weight The Flame thy Royal Ensign sep'rate burn'd Nor mix'd its purer Blaze with common streams But proud of t 's God like Load pierc'd through the expanded Air Thou Brightest Saint now use thy Musick Speech Intreat my Father Sun to take me hence While I joyn with thee in such Airs Divine As never fail'd to move the listning God SONG here which ended Enter Dafila A Messenger from Hell in stead of Heaven Daf. Sure I am Monstrous that you start aside And leave your Angel-strains when I Appear Your Silence tells me I 've been rude disturb'd Your pious Offerings to an Earthly Saint 'T is true my Ears were blest but Heavn ' till I Had seen you too imperfect was Za. 'T is base t'insult o're my Religious Grief When Gods Afflict Men should not add their scorn Daf. Is it Insulting when the Pious Votary In hallow'd Censers serves Devotion up If this be Scorn then I confess I 'm base Kneels For Knees and Tears shall foree your pity down Za. In vain fond Youth you plead the cause of Vice Such Vertue should not kneel for such a King Da. Oh hear me For my self I beg not him Won't you reward that Innocence you praise She avoids him Why do you fly my Virgin-Touch the Flame Burns not so pure in Temples as my Breast And like that too mine to its Heaven Aspires Oh stay Coy Fair yet stay and hear me speak Ev'n Heavn ' will hear tho it refuse to grant Perhaps you think me of Ignoble Stock And on that Errour ground your Scorn my Streams From Royal Fountains flow my Veins are rich And swell with pure unmixt Caelestial Blood Za. I stay too long my Widdow'd ears and heart Must never more or hear or think of Love She strives to get loose he holds her Da. 'T is true I 've no Crowns to lay before you Nor Thousand Slaves to wait my least Command Yet I 've a Sword shall hew you out a Throne Or Altar rather for so fair a Saint My Brother General too will lend his Arm Inur'd to Victory Za. Were you in Love You 'd strive to please and not oppose my Will Daf. Can nothing move your cruel Brest yet stay I 've yet a Charm to lure your Heart give me Those Favours you can justly grant And while you sing soft Airs to Barnagasso's praise I ll ecchoe nothing back but Barnagasso's Name No sound shall reach your Ears but Barnagasso Za. Rise artful Youth thou cunning Innocence Thou 'st stroke the darling note my Heart revives Oh there 's such Musick in that Name enough To bend me from my stiff reserve yes now I 'll think I 'll hear nay talk of Love again But of a lost one there my Woe returns I 've a Request which you must not deny Pauses Da. Speak for I can deny you nothing say Is' t in my power already I am Wing'd Swifter than Light'ning to perform your Will Has any Villain wrong'd your Honour say Tho' 't were our Emperour himself he dyes This little Arm guided by Avenging Heav'n Shall Wonders do to expiate my former Guilt Za. 'T will try your Love indeed ' mongst all the Slaves Is there not one that knew my Husband well One in whose Breast he could repose his Griefs Could you find such a one I should be blest Da. Aside Oh I could please her beyond measure now What hinders then My Duty that I 've lost In Pleading for my self Can I pretend To Love yet harbour in my Breast a Foe To that soft Passion No she shall be serv'd Yes there is such a one so dear he was To your Dead Lord he knew each Thought each Sigh Not Barnagasso to himself more Conscious was Like a True Friend he waited him to Death And did the last Kind Offices perform Za. May I not see him Oh he 'll sooth my Grief With Mournful Tales of Barnagasso's Death Tell me How oft he call'd upon Zaraida how VVhen he lay Gasping in his latest Breath Zaraida prest you shan't deny me this Daf. Aside It shall be so the Invention pleases me Surprizes give a relish to the Bliss Duty be gone Love in my Master now Expect a while and doubt not but I 'll bring The Man you most desire Exit Za. Him whom I most desire indeed for since My Husband 's Dead Where can I lull my Cares Asleep but in that Breast himself did trust Ah Barnagasso that I 'd dy'd for thee And yet I dare not must not wish ev'n that For were it so yet we should have parted And that 's the only Hell I 'd shun She retires aside Enter Dafila with Barnagasso at one end of the Stage Daf. Divert your Grief in these Coole Shades you 'll find Your little Jaylor's not Tyrannical My Duty calls me hence Bar. Kind Youth farewell Goes behind the Scene All are not Monsters in this Affrick Court. Barnagasso Coming Forward Bar. Oh Zaraida Wer 't thou as happy as I am wretched I should be happy too Ha! Is it possible Or do I Dream Seeing her And speak but what I wish Thou Brightest Vision that Assum'st the Lovely'st Shape on Earth or Heav'n Speak and in rev'rence to the form you bear Thus bending to the Earth my open Ears Kneels Shall suck with greedy thirst the welcome Sounds Za. It must be he yes he himself no Ghost What stays me then to undeceive us both Rise Barnagasso rise I am your Zaraida Take me and satisfie your self I 'm she Runs into his Arms. Your constant fondest Wife Bar. Oh raptures too Divine The sudden joy o're pow'rs my Spirits depress'd With the weight of whole Heaven but thy kind warmth Imbraces her Calls back my retiring Blood thy Kisses breath A Soul into thy Image it enlivens In my fond heart and almost talks of Love Oh Zaraida so close I ll press thee in these Arms All that behold shall think I grew to thee Za. Closer yet closer to my Breast my Lord Each sense confesses you my Arms that oft In am'rous twines have lock d my Husband fast Now fall of course into their wonted place Bar. Oh judge not of my passion by my VVords Those sounds are yet unknown that can express My Bliss My silent Exstasies declare My Soul wrap't far beyond Tumultuous Joys Oh we 'll repeat the life of Love and all Our happiness
God Make ev'n these hands the Ministers of Death Give me a Sword be you too arm'd for Love Zaraida shall like Vict'ry doubtful hang And to the Man who most deserves her fall Oh glorious cause Worthy such Swords as ours The Day seems mark'd by fate for such a War The expecting Gods to their last limits come Deeply concern'd for Souls so like their own 'T were not good manners to delay the sport When such spectators wait come bring the Swords And let the Royal Fight begin Emp. 'T is an unequal Game I set my Crown To nought sure you forget you 're Pris'ner here A Bankrupt both in honour and Estate 'T is not for you who at my Mercy breath To hope so brave a Death as from this Arm I scorn to lift my Sword against my Slave Bar. If I 'm a Slave you could not make me one Emp. Under my Auspices my Soldiers fought They servilely perform'd what I inspir'd Bar. Excuses ne're are wanting when the will is gone Thus Cowards always Reason wrest Emp. Were I that thing what hinder'd me t o've forc'd This Lady long e're this and Murder'd you Bar. Because thou art that thing for tho 't were base Yet there 's a boldness in it thou 'rt a Stranger to Emp. The World shall find I am not base to Heav'n Who best decides this cause refer the Priest Shall in my Court inquire it's will while we Expect to whom just Heav'n this Fair will give Mean time free access I allow to both Zanhaga bid the Priest his Gods prepare That hint's enough this seeming Piety Aside Secures their hearts whom pity might mislead My General too who loves this Prince must yield to Heaven Exit Zar. If Heav'n be Heav'n we shall be happy yet Bar. We will be happy or in Life or Death Exit cum Zar. Manet Zanhaga Solus Yes he shall Solve your Doubts the Priest shall give Zaraida to your Arms but you shall n'ere Enjoy that Gift Gualata and your self Stand in my way My Son 's my Darling's Death Shan't long be Unreveng'd True I was fir'd By my Ambition to attempt a Crown before But now Revenge too eggs me on his blood Shall be the Oyl to whet my blunted hopes I 'll soon prepare the Priest to serve the King His Parrot-Gods shall speak but what I Teach And my own Thoughts his Pratling Daemons Preach Exit Finis Actus Secundi ACT III. SCENE I. SCENE the Priests Apartment Enter the Emperour Em. THus far has Love unbounded hurry'd me The rapid Flood breaks through opposing Dams Bears down each Fence that dares dispute its way All Disappointments but increase its force Each blow new Vigour gives each fall Infuses fresh Recruits to ev'ry part Tenacious of his hold he hugs me close Whilst smother'd honour struggles but in vain Shall I be forc'd to mortifie my flame Because some servile Priests has joyn'd their hands What tho her folly too unites their hearts My Priest shall streight untye this Mystick Knot And make ev'n Heav'n repeal its former Act. What ho within there Marabou come forth And ease a Monarch's Breast Enter Priest Zanhaga c. Zan. You have your Cue be faithful to your Trust And your Reward shall far exceed desire Em. Behold you who the Heavenly secret know Behold me both a Monarch and a Slave I to whose Nod all Africa submit Can stoop to kneel at a weak Womans feet She tho' a Captive scorns to look on me My very Crown 's a Bawble in her eyes Too poor to play with whilst the Captive Prince Tho' robb'd of all his Glories gluts in Joys Which but to tast my self would be Dethron'd And I had pluck'd ere this th' unwilling Rose But some remaining dregs of honour hinder'd me This is the Plague torments your Monarch's Soul Now see if Hell or Heav'n afford a Cure Here the Emperour sits while the Priest begins the Incantation ARise ye Fiends of Hell arise You who for freedom groan Who long lost Earth bemoan Come with fresh Objects feed your eyes You who for Sins on Earth are bound To Swim in Coldest Streams Still dying never Dead are found Come warm you by my Flames I 'll Chafe you till you 'r happy too I 'll Thaw your Blood if it Congeale I 'll mend your blue and bleaky hue Your skin tho chopp'd and scarr'd I 'll heale The cutting Winds that Whistling blow From dazling Mountains of driv'n Snow Shall cease their Orders to obey If you 'll prepare and come away Chorus of Priests Come to our Monarch give Advice Arise ye Fiends of Hell arise Four Infernal Spirits Arise all in White and Sing WE come we come Great Marabou We watch thy pleasing Call Our stiff'ned Joynts are supple now You warm the coldest Hell 1st Male Spirit If Love disturb this Monarch's Breast 'T is fit he should enjoy What e're can please th' unruly Guest And force her if she fly 1st Female Gualata Dead she 'll yield of course Dull Lovers we despise She but expects the pleasing force To give down all her Joys My Lover was for Piety Conscience and Lov'd wag'd Wars His coldness Damn'd himself and me Or we had both been Stars 2d Male Behold me once a Mortal Wight In an Old Beldain's Arms For Love of Gold I drudg'd all Night And rose at all Alarms But yet 't was cold 't was coldly done Nor did it ought avail Then force the young the fair nor run The Risque to freeze in Hell 2d Female I to an Aged Fool did Charm Who only hugg'd me close My Maiden-head in Hell can't warm Nor Virtue-heat infuse Chorus of Infernals Then force the Fair nor longer crave But let Gualata die By this your self and her you 'll save From Winters Misery Chorus of Priests and Infernals For they who quench'd their am'rous flames Are Damn'd to Freeze in Coldest Streams Priest SINGS HEar you in Heav'ns blue Regions hear You who have once been Men And for your Virtues swim in Air To make my Phoebus train How happy you warm'd by his Beams Your Balls of Fire ye Guard Each Spirit guides his Orb of Flames Proud of his hot reward You who 've obey'd Almighty Love Inur'd to Amorous Wars For which in Flames you wanton rove Pleas'd with your Subject Stars You who prefix each Mortals Doom And know each Miscreants Fate Say will ye cut the Pris'ners Loom Or give a longer Da'e Chorus of Priests Come come relate The Captives Fate Or Life or Death Bring in a Breath If Love must yield And quit the Field Or Beauty Bend. Descend ye Lords of Air descend Descend in a Machine to proper Musick 4 Heav'nly Spirits All Sing YOur Crown 's not safe if he should Live The God's are unappeas'd His Blood 's our due in vain you strive With Blood alone we 're pleas'd Chorus of Coel. For you the Sun has sent her here Destroy the Prince and force the Fair. Say Hell Shall it be so Yes Wee 're for it