think me dull Now I am a Person the farthest from that in the World for how can any one be accounted dull ho is always laughing and talking Alma It may be they are angry you intrench so much on their Privileges Cle. Ay they are envious of me without doubt because I say so many more witty things than they And therefore let me break ne'er so many Jests they do not so much as smile nay though I give them an Example they won't and shew them when they shou'd by laughing my self and treading on their toes nay if I repeat it fifty times they ne'er mind it Alma I perceive the Fool is acquainted with Women of Sense Aside Cle. So that since I cannot bridle my Native Heat so much as to be altogether silent I suit my Discourse to their Capacities and can now talk a whole day together and yet not say one word to the purpose Alma That 's no great Constraint Aside However all Women are not insensible of your Merits I know a Lady of most surprising Beauty who as far excels Men in Wit as her own Sex in Vertue I have heard her say such kind such tender things with so much Passion yet with so much Modesty Cle. What of me Ha! Ala. I ought not divulge a Lady's Secrets but you are my Friend and her I honour and it may be a kindness to both to acquaint you with her Thoughts Cle. Ay Come Prithee do out of pity to the Lady Adad I 'm strangely pleas'd at this Alma She says you have so much Grandeur in your Countenance one wou'd judge you born a Monarch yet you have so much Sweetness there and of so delicate a Complexion you might be suspected to be a disguised Woman S'Death can he be such a Fool to believe this Aside Cle. I am amazed I am transported I am confounded I am extasy'd I am I am Alma That you are of an easie Shape graceful and free in all your Motions that Cle. Hold Hold I cannot contain my Joy I am convinced she loves me there can be no doubt of it nay I have been told such things before now but then it has always cost me so much Money Out of pure Gratitude I have been forced to reward them so highly Alma This is a Lady of Quality Cle. Lady of Quality Adad all the difference between Ladies of Quality and other Women is that they set a greater Price upon their Favors and by their Titles often make false Jewels pass for true ones But who is this enamour'd Lady for amongst her other good Qualities you have forgot the chief is she very wealthy what is her Name Alma I am oblig'd to name her now to justifie her it is the chast the beauteous Flora Odoacre's Daughter Cle. Hum Odoacre's Daughter I was afraid indeed it was one who admir'd my Money as well as my Person Alma Oh! you wrong the Lady I must confess the World frowns a little on her Father but his Fortune is not contemptible and Flora by her good management has gather'd considerable Riches and has Jewels inestimable to my Cost I 'm sure Aside Cle. Say you so But how shall I be assured of this Alma Dare you take my Word Cle. Ay ay your Word is sufficient Alma Then you have it that she is very Wealthy I saw her pass but this Way now follow her and make your Addresses she cannot resist one so accomplisht as your self Cle. Nay if it be so I 'll marry her instantly and if I do once set about it there is no Woman can resist me tho' I say it Tho' may be I shall find it difficult to persuade her to marry me at first sight Alma Try I 'll accompany and assist you If she seems coy I 'll own I have discover'd her Love Cle. Ah my dear Lord how shall I be able to requite this Favour I on her Wealth and Virtue may depend Since I 'm assur'd of both by such a Friend Exeunt ACT III. The SCENE Draws And shews Alboino and Rosamund seated Desiderio Almachild Odoacre Cleanthe Angellina c. Guards and Attendants Alb. THus we possess in War the Joys of Peace And scorn the vain Efforts of Roman Arms. And while our Foes prepare for rash Attempts In Pleasure waste your time secure by me Rosa. We do not fear Success where you command But yet when we reflect upon the Toils Of War and various Deaths all aim'd at you I tremble at your approaching Danger The Brave no more than Cowards are exempt from Death Else both your Life and Conquest were secure Alb. I scorn the utmost of my feeble Foes They dare not hope Success where I Command For if when by Ambition urg'd alone I have surpass'd Belief and the Reports Of Fame what mighty Wonders shall I act Both to preserve a Crown and her I love Rosa. I have a Soul which scorns Danger 't is not For my self I fear Wou'd my Sex permit Fearless I wou'd into the Battel rush And share your Hazards Tho' I can't prevent Alb. Your Merit Rosamund shall wing Conquest I 'll haste to conquer sooner to return That I may place fresh Lawrels on my Brow And on your Head fix a more splendid Crown There 's he who taught me first the Art of War Enter Aistolfus Where hast thou been loit'ring my old Friend While we were drinking to our Arms Success Come Retrieve your lost Time Fill me a Bowl And give my General one to pledge me Aist. I 'm not good at this 't is out of my road I 'm as awkward a Drinker as Lover They both are Foes to Bus'ness and to War But in Obedience Drinks Alb. I know it well War is thy whole Delight But on a Day so memorably Great A Day of Triumph and of Joy whereon I fought and won a Battel Queen and Crown We may exceed the strict Bounds of Temp'rance And gives our selve a Loose Fill me agen Then let the Musick that 's prepar'd begin Drinks And then Enter Mars attended by Warriors Mars Sings Entring I. TO Arms the God of War commands to Arms Heark how the lofty Noise of Battel charms Fearless into the thickest Hazards run Death 's to be sought where Glory 's to be won II. Who 's he has Courage to express his Fear Or dare a Coward seem when I appear While such I fright to Danger 's disregard Honour 's the Brave Man's Motive and Reward Chorus See how we appear at thy dread Voice Prepar'd to conquer or to die In Victory we do rejoice Or pleas'd in Honour's Bed to lie Mars I. Vnmov'd our Army bears the Foes Attack See with what Vigour now they force them back The Brave like th' Innocent no Danger dread Follow resolv'd where Fame and Vertue lead II. Timorous Wretches meanly do survive In Horrour and in fear of Death they live While the Bold Man freely resigns his Breath Vndaunted dies without the fear of Death Chorus Now now we
think that will excuse thee Dost believe I 'll listen till thou repeatst The Arts he us'd the Vows he made to win thee That will encrease my painful Rage too much Delay thy death and my Revenge too long Long. Give me leave to interceed for her Life Forgive her for her faithful Fathers sake Tho now he 'd joyn with you in your Revenge Nature will soon move him to pardon her And wish to have her stain'd rather than Dead Rosa. To his services let her own her Life But hence I can no longer bear her Sight Why this exceeds Alboino's Crime I burst with rage Tho 't is not that I love the fickle wretch For Wives are jealous tho they do not love Odoa I beg I may obtain one favour more That I may punish him for both our wrongs Then if I may advise take Longinus A worthier choice and which secures your Crown Rosa. Merits like his may hope for any thing But I 'll please my self in the Traytors Death Ha! behold he comes to his appointment How every circumstance agrees Retire and leave his Punishment to me Exeunt Longinus and Odoacre Now let me play the Woman to deceive Enter Almachild Pensive Alm. Was it a dream have Dreams such wondrous power Vast Prerogative of Sleep Thus to insult our thoughts when w' are awake Other Men sleep and so forget their Pain But one Hours sleep robs me for ever of my rest The Murder was as great the Sin as great before Yet was I easy in my Mind calm and at peace Do Sense and Judgment clearer work in Sleep Business and noyse diverted them before Sleep has awak'ned them to my eternal Plague Rosa. What mean those Sighs har'd Looks and heavy Gate a side Alm. Oh my Rosamund I have been seeking you To try to ease my Griefs b'imparting them For oh I bear a load within my Breast Enough to sink me to the lowest Hell But I 'm so filled so choak'd with black dispair I well may burst but have not breath to speak Rosa. What can this mean sure 't is to colour his design aside Alike we should relate our joys and griefs 'T will improve the one and lessen t'other As Winds imprison'd in the Earths Cavernes Then rage and storm with greatest Violenc And seem to shake the basis of the World But when they 've forc'd a Vent they quickly waste So sorrow stifl'd in our breasts racks most But why dost thou complain of Griefs and Pain Cannot a Crown and Queen compleat thy Joys Alm. Are you to ask the Cause of my despair You who compell'd me to the cruel deed Art thou so hardned in impenitence Or dost thou only ignorance affect Think on Alboino my murder'd Master Think on thy wrong'd Husband think on our King And then be happy doest not stattle thee Do's not despair and horror seize thy Soul Rosa. Nay then 't is time to kill the Tender Fool And end his idle superstitious Fears Else such disquiet Thoughts he 'll raise in me aside Alm. Confess the gnawing fortunes of thy Mind And with severest words accuse thy self That I may have a clearer Idea Of my Sin fill me with raging despair Till it distracts my distemper'd senses Oh wretched State oh tormenting Crime When I From Madness only can expect a Cure Rosa. Some melancholy dream has rais'd these thoughts Thou feest I am quiet and undisturb'd Nor can repent what Justice mov'd me to Alm. See where the Royal sacred Ghost appears starting See where he stands and bodes me certain Hell And look this cursed Hand is stain'd with Blood Rosa. You but create this anguish to your self There 's no such thing these are idle fancies Alma My Conscience sees him plain and tho he 's gone His dreadful Image is fixt ever here Break burst my Heart why shou'dst thou thus endure Such cruel Torments as admit no Cure From time it self thou canst not hope for ease No action past none to come can please Friendless without distraction all within Obdurate made as Punnishment for Sin Rosa. These sad thoughts Musick and Love shall banish Retire with me to my Alcove and try their Force Alm. Lead on and dispose of me as you please But much I fear there can no Art be found To heal my Minds envenom'd desperate Wound Exeunt SONG I. OH Love how mighty are thy Joys Who can bear th' Extasy Joy so great my Life destroys In Rapture now I dye II. But that I ever might partake Of such transporting Bliss I wou'd in t'ether World awake As I expire in this After the Song is ended the Scene draws and discovers Rosamund and Almachild sitting she with a Cup in her hand Rosa. Here 's what will end his care 't is a Poison Of such force three drops destroys him in a moment aside Still you appear disturb'd my Almachild Have my tender Embraces no effect Shall all my Arts and Love be try'd in vain Will nought dispel your melancholy thoughts Alma Nothing can ease me while my Mem'ry lasts Music heightens and improves our passions It encreases but never changes them The pleasant it transports with Mirth and Joy But fills the sad with a more fierce Despair Rosa. If Love and Music can't prevail try this Here I 've prepar'd a Cordial for my Love Alma Wine for the present may allay our Griefs But they 'll return and rack with double Force Howe're give it me I 'd leave nought untry'd He takes the Bowl and Drinks A Cordial is it 't is strangely nauseous I cannot force my Stomach to receive One drop more what means this sudden coldness Near my Heart and this swimming in my Head Rosa. I find it begins to work already Half he has drank will send him strait to Hell aside Alm. Now 't is plain by all my fears 't is Poyson But she shall not triumph in my Death too aside Here my Rosamund I find its Virtues To be so excellent that you must pledge me Rosa. I need it not I have my health intire Alm. Oh thou bloody Monster worse than Woman How have I deserv'd this barbarity Thy refusal as well as my Torments Discovers thy baseness But I 'll not fall alone Here drink this while I have strength to force thee Rosa. Help Murder help where are my Guards Murder Alm. Thy resistance is vain here take thy choice Drink or I 'll strike this Dagger to thy Heart Nay delay not one Moment if thou dost offering to stab her Rosa. Hold give it me Death looks less dreadful here She drinks and then Enter Longinus Aistolfus Desiderio Odoacre Guards Alma So now let them come to her assistance I dye pleas'd since time was for this deed giv'n And by this Justice I may merit Heav'n Dies Long. What does this mean Whence proceeds his Death and your fainting Looks Rosa. Ah! you are come too late he has forc'd me To share the Poison I prepar'd for him Odoacre there then dread thy Fate next Justice has overtaken the Murder I contriv'd and will soon thy Treachery T' Enemies your Country you betray'd While I a Plot to kill Alboino laid No Art can thee from divine Justice guard And I in Death and Hell shall meet Reward Dies Desid Were 't thou the Villain who betray'd the Town Thus Traytor I 'll fulfil her Prophecy They fight Long. Hold part them Odoacre falls Odoa I have deserv'd this end and shou'd rejoyce I 've liv'd long in misery my Conscience Plagu'd me so much I cou'd no more bear Life My Fate is just and kind I 'll not complain And Death may end but can't encrease my Pain Dies Long. I will not blame what Justice bid thee do Nor for interest will protect Villains to Desiderio But her I must lament not all her Crimes Not death can deprive her of her beauty looking on Rosamund Aist. Be pleas'd and thankful for Heaven's Justice Which has wisely freed you from the Love Which would else have sully'd all your Renown Long. Time may perswade me to mind your advice But that I may pay the Regard that 's due To the noble Alboino's Memory Wear the Crown which he bequeath'd you and be Assur'd Justinus will confirm the gift But only promise to remain his friend And quit all pretensions to Verona Aist. I 'll readily agree to any terms So I may preserve Longinus friendship The greatest businss of my life is o're Alboino's death is now fully reveng'd Yet for his fall grief still my breast distends Crowns cannot recompence the loss of Friends Exeunt Omnes EPILOGUE Spoke by Miss Dennis Chock OF all the Actors you have seen this day Our Scribbler culls out me t' excuse his Play I cry'd I was too young be said he knew The likeliest way to please was to be new I cou'd not choose but laugh to find the Fool Shou'd think Ine're was try'd bred in this School And therefore to remove his gross mistake I told I 'd been us'd before to speak But since I was 't address to you he swore It was no fault to have been us'd Before Tho he has taken after all wrong measure Either to give the Men or Ladies Pleasure Gladly he wou'd divert yon beauteous Row In vain he strives for by my self I know They hate what they admir'd an hour ago Yet since they are not always of one mind Some at some minutes may perhaps be kind One tender look from them will please him more Than when the Pit applauds or Gall'ries roar And for the Men I m told there was a time When nothing mov'd like Virgins in their Prime But Time alas is chang'd now 't is not so Nothing will please the Beaux now but a Beau. They come not now with Masks to keep a pother But from Side-boxes ogle one another But I forget for what I am come here Well 't is not yet too late because I hear For all your forward boasts you love the Rear I come to beg for Mercy for the Play Yet do not think I 'll for your Judgment stay No I 'll be gone because such gen'rous Youths When my Back 's turn'd will speak the kindest Truths FINIS
matter I 'll stop at nothing that is base or ill So I the hated Tyrants Blood may spill Exeunt ACT IV. Enter Almachild and Rosamund vailed Alm. NAy this is unkind my Dr. Cleanthe Why is that beauteous face hid now why vailed Thou hast deprived me of half my pleasure By covering the face I so admire That face to which I am so much oblig'd Rosa. Y' are more oblig'd to me than you conceive More than to Cleanthe for 't is not she You 'll scarce believe who 't is when you have seen Vnvails herself Alm. The Queen incredible indeed 't is well I knew not that from you I had the joy The mighty pleasure sure wou'd then have kill'd Oh! let me throw my self beneath your Feet Let me adore such Love that has prevail'd With you to yield thus freely to my Arms. Rosa. Love no I scorn the foolish childish Flame Know 't was a nobler cause prevail'd on me Alm. Not Love Rosa. You 've heard Alboino boast to day 'T was by his salvage hands my Father fell And by his barb'rous Temper urg'd Made of his sacred Skull a drinking Cup. For this I wou'd Revenge and thus far I 've proceeded Alm. 'T is a pretty step towards it truly can she go any farther aside I have happiness beyond addition To have assisted you in this Revenge If you propose some other I 'd be proud to serve Rosa. Thou shall 't For I 've resolv'd the haughty Tyrants Death And t is by you that he must lose his Life Alm. By me what kill the King I dare not do 't Rosa. Hast not Courage to murder in the dark A Coward Villains fittest to murder But if thy fear delays my just Revenge One short moment I 'll strait to Alboino And with my deepest dissimulation I 'll weep I 'll vow thou forc'd me to thy lust Think how his boundless Rage will use thee then A Death so lingring painful he 'll inflict The Torments of the damn'd will come far short of thine Alm. Hold Madam allow me a Moments thought Rosa. But if thou dar'st perform what I command Rewards great as his punnishments are thine Think when thou strik'st the Tyrant to the Heart The lucky blow gives thee his Crown and Queen Alma Now you 've named the most prevailing motive Unmov'd thus Paris heard the Rival Goddesses But when the Queen of Love proffer'd herself She quickly won the Hero to her side Rosa. Lose no time then 't is now the dead of night The prop'rest Season to commit such deeds The Town will to the Romans be betray'd But Alboino must be dispatch'd before See where his ill stars send him to his Death Undress'd unarm'd bless'd opportunity I leave you to the Execution You 'll sure strike home since you already know The great rewards that will attend the Blow Exit Rosamund Enter Alboino Alb. Yesterday's Ryot sits heavy on me My Fancy Spirits are so much opprest By the dregs of Wine I cannot freely think Alm. Now is my time while his back is to me but Then 't is too sure a way I must by one stroke secure his death apart Alb. Business and action must employ this day The Romans shall repent their daring soon And where they hop'd submission find their Death I 'll strait give orders that my Army moves And at the approaching of day I 'll fight them Alma First let me warn you of impending Ills. Before you do a Foreign foe attack From a domestick one secure your self A black Conspiracy against you's form'd By discontented Slaves and seeming Friends Alb. Lives there the Wretch who dares attempt my Life Who can complain of Wrong since I was King Some Men may tax me with severity But 't is the heigth of Justice to reward Virtue and rigorously punish Crimes None wish my Death who wou'd be safe themselves Alma Were your whole Court compos'd of honest Men Wou'd Heaven grant their Prayers alone you 'd be Immortal and wou'd reign secure as Jove But ev'n Heav'n has not been free from Vice Pride and Ambition boldly enterd there And even there conspiracies were hatch'd Jove hurl'd from thence those Vices to the Earth But still permitted such to swarm in Courts Alb. This from thee this speaks thee brave and honest Thy Character was misrepresented Thou hast been wrong'd and I impos'd upon But Monarchs are the last who hear the Truth If thou are half so honest as thou seemst Relate this black design against my Life Alma Were I less honest silence were more safe Mine is a dangerous piece of Loyalty Who rashly against Favourites informs Gains with his Prince unwilling slow belief Where he expects Rewards meets with Contempt And by their greater interest is crush'd Alb. Doubt not severest Justice on my Foes I 'll punish them and thee I will reward Let this Embolden thee to utter Truth Be thus near me ever Embraces him Alma Then I impart The secret thus stabs him Alb. Oh treacherous Villain Oh barbarous inhumane bloody Slave That I cou'd reach thee with my dying gasps I 'd force thee with me to my Grave Alm. Now I can safely hear thee threat and rail And that the thoughts may give the paineful Death Kow that I pass'd last night with Rosamund To murder thee was the reward she ask'd And by this deed she and thy Crown are mine Dye with that Thought I 'd stay to plague thee more But I must haste away to seize on both Exit Alb. 'T is a tormenting dismal thought indeed Which racks me worse than even the Pangs of Death Woman Woman how endless are thy ills They know not when to leave when they have once Begun but boundless in all their Passions Was 't not enough to wrong the Marriage Bed But must my death compleat thy Crimes Shall my Crown the Crown which I have purchas'd At the expence of so much Toyl and Blood Be the Reward of Murderers and Whores Ebb faster out ye dull remains of Life That death may free me from such tortering thoughts Enter Aistolfus Desiderio Aist. Can it be certain that the Towns betray'd Can there be a Villain so besotted So blindly led by Passion or disgust Who wou'd betray his Country and his King To Foreign Power to gratify himself Desid What urged the Traytors to an act so vile I know not but one of my Officers Who was posted at the Ravenna Gate Came to inform me of the Treason and by His Wounds confirm'd the Truth of his Report Let 's lose no time then but haste to the King Try if his presence can reedeem the Town Aist. Ha! is not that the King stretcht on the Ground What can that sad dejected posture mean Alb. Shall I thus tamely thus poorly perish And is there none who will revenge this Murder Aist. What! murder'd Ha! Oh curs'd nefarious deed both Running up to him Desid Murder'd nay then our Ruin is compleat But what is Life or Power when you are gone Alb. Surely ye
triumph o'er the Plain Joy our Hearts so much distends We 've not leisure to mourn the Slain The Living grow much dearer Friends Enter a Troop of Virgins one of them Singing I. Do not your Youth thus Misemploy Let me possess your vig'rous Prime For Youth alone can give me Joy You 're fit for War tho' old as Time II. If Death you seek then let me reign To be alone Votaries For he who Loves thinks Life a Pain And with Excess of Pleasure dies Enter Bacchus attended c. He Sings Entring No more of War or whining Love I come your Empires to remove To me your boasted Palms resign To me the mighty God of Wine A Drinking SONG I. THE Toil of Life will soon be done Perhaps before next Rising Sun Tho' it by chance should longer last It will with Sorrows be o'ercast Life is uncertain Ills are sure They will come should that endure But Drinking all our Griefs will cure Then let this Glass end all our fruitless Care We 'll Drink till there 's no room left for Despair II. It 's not Time that gives the Blessing But 't is wisely Time possessing Therefore nought past shall torment us Whate're's to come shall content us Nay it the present Bliss destroys Should we reflect on absent Joys 'T is this alone our Thoughts employs We slight the Bottle whilst in Caella's Arms But when we Drink Caelia has then no Charms Alb. So 't is enough Be gone and leave us now Aist. I hate these low effeminating Sounds Such Musick which softens while it pleases I 'd hear none but the lofty Phrygian Airs Timotheus alone shou'd play to me Who might Inspire me like Alexander With so much transporting Warmth and Courage Cou'd force me think Tho' o'er my Cups I were at th' Army's Head And from the Table leap to shake my Spear Alb. T was Wine inspir'd the Hero not his Notes And we will try how that will work on us Another Bowl Not that we want an Edge To go where Glory calls Desid He warms apace Wou'd he cou'd be persuaded to forbear To Aistolphus Rosa. I can be no Assistant to this Sport I 'll retire Alb. Stay I will have none depart What do's my Mirth prove tedious to you Thanks to the Wine it has refresh'd my Thoughts Awaken'd Jealousie that seem'd to sleep It may be she 'd retire to talk to him S'Death how that Thought has stung me to the quick Apart But I will first discover that which shall As much disquiet her Wait a moment I 'll bring a Bowl shall tempt you too to drink Exit Aist. I have not known him so much mov'd with Wine By Nature he 's too fierce and heated thus I dread some Inconvenience may attend Re-Enter Alboino with a Goblet in his Hand Alb. I prize this Goblet far above my Crown 'T is the Trophy of my noblest Conquest Dangers and Death I seem'd to court yet scorn'd And triumph'd over both to purchase this And when my ambitious Aim I 'd won Victory and Empire attended it Rosa. Some Magick Cup which you may well admire Since it portended so much good to you For me I have an aversion for it If I but look on'it I faint away Tho'I'm not able to ascribe the Cause Alb. There 's Mystery in my Discourse Some Wine Pledge me then I will unfold the Riddle Come Rosamund Here 's to the Memory Of that Bloody Day whereon I won this Desid What can the meaning of this be Aside Rosa. I wou'd be excus'd But since 't is your Will An unusual Horror seizes on my Mind My Blood runs cold and stagnates in my Veins I tremble too as if I saw a Ghost If I must drink give me some other Bowl Alb. Nay drink out of that Rosa. You must be obey'd Alb. For 't is but fit that on a Day of Mirth While she drinks he speaks So happy memorably great as this That you shou'd drink one Cup with your Father Rosa. With my Father I understand you not Alb. I 'll explain my meaning to you Know then That on this very Day which now I celebrate Your Father fought a Battel and with it Lost his Life Rosa. Dismal Day I know indeed My Father fell in Battel but by whom He lost his Life I never yet could learn The Day too was conceal'd when he was slain I judg'd some nobler Cause why this was kept Aist. Now on my aged faithful Knees I beg You wou'd not own by whom her Father fell Apart to Alboino But rather lay the fault on me or him Say any other did it but your self Alb. What wouldst thou deprive me of my Glory By Heav'n I 'll own and boast a Deed so great Away Disturb me not Aist. I 've seen the Day When your Renown your Empire and your Life Have in one dreadful Battel all been stak'd All had been forfeited by one false Step Then I have been listned too Alb. To the Camp Retire There Preach where Sense is drown'd by Noise An honest Man shou'd never do an Act He is asham'd to own Had I been of that bold Gigantick Race Who durst aspire to storm even Heaven Tho' Lightning blaz'd and Thunder roar'd around My Head I 'd own the brave tho' rash Attempt Rosa. Lives he yet who rob'd me of my Father Alb. The Sun had scarcely Crimson'd o'er the Morn When the two eager Armies in the Field Appear'd One was by your Father headed The other was by me Rais'd by my Merit to so great Command Not by a lucky accidental Birth Or by blind Fortune's Power Each quickly saw Success depended on the other's Death Like Lions fighting for their Prey we met Each Army paus'd to see our mightier Blows Long he resisted my impetuous Force Till summoning my whole Pow'r in one stroke I sent his Body headless to the Earth Rosa. What was 't from you my Father had his Death And do you own the cruel bloody Deed Alb. Own it I boast it I 've not yet own'd half Shall I disown what purchas'd me a Crown His Crown and you were by the Conquest mine And that an Act so fortunately great Might never wither in my Memory I straight alight and seiz'd upon his Head And of his Skull I made that Drinking Cup. Rosa. Oh Horror Oh Barbarian Unnatural Tyrant What of my Father's Skull to make a Cup To assist your beastly drunken Frolicks Give me the Sacred the Prophan'd Relict Let me adore the dear much wrong'd Remains Let me weep in 't till t'deluge with my Tears Till it be purg'd from such vile Pollution Alb. Take her away This suits not with our Mirth Rosa. I 'll take my self for ever from your sight Rather than you I wou'd a Tyger meet Rob'd of her Young or hunting for her Prey Thy barb'rous Temper cancels all my Love And fills me with a nobler flame Revenge Come then the haggard Furies start from Hell Lodge all your Venom in my Breast here dwell With Spite