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A27197	The prophetess, or, The history of Dioclesian written by Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher ; with alterations and additions, after the manner of an opera ; represented at the Queen's Theatre, by Their Majesties servants.	Betterton, Thomas, 1635?-1710.; Fletcher, John, 1579-1625. Prophetess.; Beaumont, Francis, 1584-1616. Prophetess.; Purcell, Henry, 1659-1695.	1690 (1690)	Wing B1605; ESTC R2373	40,175	84

from you For what I have confer'd is thine Drusilla Must make him firm and thankful But if all Remembrance of the Debts he stands ingag'd for Find a quick Grave in his Ingratitude My powerful Art that guides him to this height Shall make him Curse the Hour he ' ere was rais'd Or sink him to the Center Drus I had rather Your Art could force him to return that Ardour To me I bear to him or give me Power To moderate my Passions Yet I know not I should repent your Grant tho' you had sign'd it So well I think him worthy of my Love But to believe that any check to him In his vast Hopes could yield content to me Were Treason to my Love that knows no pleasure The Object which it dotes on being miserable Del. Pretty simplicity I love thee for 't And will not sit an idle looker on And see it wrong'd Dry thy innocent Eyes And cast off jealous Fears yet Promises Are slender Comfort and but fancy ought That 's possible in Nature or in Art That may advance thy Comfort and be bold To tell thy Soul 't is thine therefore speak freely Drus You give me a new Life To conceal from you My Virgin Fondness were to hide my Sickness From my Physician Oh dear Aunt I languish For want of Diocle's sight he is the Sun That keeps my Blood in a perpetual Spring But in his absence cold benumming Winter Seizes on all my Faculties Would you bind me Who am your Slave already in more Fetters Oh bear me then but 't is impossible I fear to be effected where I may See how my Diocles breaks thro' his Dangers And in what heaps his Honours fly upon him That I may meet him in the Height and Pride Of all his Glories and there Challenge him as my own Del. Enjoy thy Wishes This is an easie Boon which at thy Years I could have given to any It shall be done as fits my Skill and Glory From Ceres I will force her winged Dragons And in the Air hung over the Tribunal The Musick of the Spheres attending on us There as his good Star thou shalt shine upon him If he prove true and as his Angel guard him But if he dare be false I in a moment Will put that Glorious Light out with such horror As if eternal Night had seiz'd the Sun And all things were returnd to the first Chaos Or raise some Monster to devour him quick Dru. I fear th' Event but I will do Whatever you command Del. Rest then assur'd I am the Mistris of my Art and fear not Exeunt Scene a Forest Enter Aper Camurius and Guard with a Close Litter richly adorn'd with Figures of Gold Trophies and Plumes of White Feathers Aper Your Care of your sick Emperor Fellow-Soldiers In Colours to the Life does shew your Love And zealous Duty O continue it And tho' I know you long to see and hear him Impute it not to Pride or Melancholy That keeps you from your Wishes such State-Vices Too too familiar with Great Princes are Strangers to all the Actions of the Life Of good Numerianus Let your Patience Be the Physician to his wounded Eyes Wounded with pious Sorrow for his Father Which Time and your long Patience will recover Provided it prove constant 1 Gua. If he counterfeit I will hereafter trust a prodigal Heir When he weeps at his Father's Funeral 2 Gua. Or a young Widow following a Bed-rid Husband After a three-years Sickness to the Fire 1 Gua. Note his Humility with what soft Murmurs He does inquire his Pleasures 2 Gua. And how soon he is instructed 1 Gua. See how low he bows Aper All your Commands Dread Caesar I 'll impart To your most ready Soldier to obey 'em So take your Rest in Peace It is the Pleasure Of mighty Caesar his Thanks still remembred For your long Patience with a Donative Fitting his State to give shall quickly follow That you continue a strict Guard upon His sacred Person and admit no Stranger Of any other Legion to come near him For none but you he 'll trust I receive Your Answer in your Silence Now Camurius Speak without Flattery has not Aper acted This Passion to the Life Cam. I would applaud him Were he saluted Caesar But I fear These long-protracted Counsels will undo us And 't is beyond my Reason he being dead You should conceal your self or hope it can Continue undiscover'd Aper That I have killd him Yet feed these ignorant Fools with Hopes he lives Has a great end in 't The Pannonian Cohorts That are my own and sure are not come up The German Legions waver and Charinus Brother to this dead Dog Hells Plagues on Niger Is jealous of the Murther and I hear Is marching up against me 't is not safe Till I have Power to justifie the Act To shew my self the Author Be careful therefore For a small time till I have fully sounded How the Tribunes and Centurions stand affected That none come near the Litter If I find them Firm to my Party I 'll dare disclose my self And then live Aper's Equal Cam. Does not the Body begin to putrifie Aper That exacts my Haste When but even now I feign'd Obedience to it As I had some great Business to impart The Scent had almost choak'd me Be careful therefore All keep at distance Cam. I am taught my Part Haste you to perfect yours Exit Aper 1 Gua. I had rather meet An Enemy in the Field than stand thus nodding Like a Rug-gown'd Watchman Enter Diocles Maximinian and Geta. Max. A Watch at Noon This is a new Device Cam. Stand. Dio. I am arm'd against all Danger Max. If I do not second you A Coward 's Name pursue me Dio. Now my Fate guide and direct me Cam. You are rude and saucy With your forbidden Feet to touch this Ground Sacred to Caesar only and to these That do attend his Person Speak what are you Dio. What thou nor any of thy Faction are Nor ever were Soldiers and honest Men. Cam. So blunt Dio. No Instruments of Craft Engines of Murther That serve the Emperor only with oyl'd Tongues Sooth and applaud his Vices and when y 'ave wrought So far upon his Weakness that he 's grown Odious to all the Subject and himself You rid him out of the way Cam. Treason Dio. 'T is Truth and I will make it good Cam. Lay hands upon 'em or kill 'em instantly Get. I 'll keep my Distance I do not like the Sport Dio. What 's he that is Owner of any Vertue worth a Roman Or does retain the Memory of the Oath He made to Caesar that dares lift his Sword Against that Man who careless of his Life Comes to discover such a horrid Treason As when you hear 't and understand how long Y 'ave been abus'd will make you mad with Fury I am no Stranger but like you a Soldier Train'd up one from my Youth and I see some With whom I have

mine to give Upon his Creatures Nig. Mighty Sir ascribe it To his assurance of your Love and Favour And not to Pride or Malice Cha. No good Niger Courtisie shall not fool me he shall know I lent a Hand to raise him and will defend him While he continues Good But the same Strength If Pride makes him usurp upon my Right Shall strike him to the Center You are well met Sir Max. That 's as you please to make it Sir I hear That you repine and think your self much wrongd Because without your Leave I have bestow'd The Gallian Pro-Consulship upon A Follower of mine Cha. 'T is true and wonder you durst attempt it Max. Durst Charinus Cha. Durst Maximinian Again I speak it Think you me so tame So heavy and unactive to sit down With such Dishonour But recall your Grant And speedily or by the Roman Gods It quickly shall be try'd who has most Power In Rome and in the Empire Max. Thou hast none But by Permission Alas poor Charinus Thou Shadow of an Emperor I scorn thee Thee and thy Childish Threats The Gods appoint him The absolue Disposer of the Earth Who has the sharpest Sword I am sure Charinus Thou wear'st too dull a one When cruel Aper Had kill'd Numerianus thy Brother An Act that would have made a trembling Coward As daring as Alcides thy poor Fear Made thee wink at it Then rose up my Uncle The Honour of the Empire and of Rome Against the Traytor and amidst his Guards Punish'd the Treason This bold daring Act Got him the Soldiers Suffrages to be Caesar And howsoever his too gentle Nature Allow'd thee the Name only as his Gift I challenge the Succession Cha. Thou art cozen'd When the Receiver of a Courtesie Cannot sustain the Weight it carries with it 'T is but a Trial not a confirm'd Act. Thou hast in those few Days of thy short Reign Sham'd Noble Dioclesian and his Gift Nor doubt I when he 's once rightly inform'd How much the Glorious Roman Empire groans Under thy Tyranny but he will forsake His Private Life and once again resume His former Majesty Then doubt not Soldiers But that this Mushroom sprung up in a Night Shall as soon wither And for you Aurelia If you esteem my Honour or your own Fly from a certain Ruin So farewel E're long you shall hear more Ex. Charinus Niger Guards Aur. Are you struck dumb That you make no Reply Max. My Life I 'll do And after talk I will prevent their Plots And turn 'em on their own accursed Heads My Uncle Shall I live in fear of him Shall Justice Piety or Gratitude Stop my Ambition in its full Careere No he who would a mighty Empire sway Must level all that stops him in his Way Exeunt Scene A long Walk in the middle of a great Wood at the farther end is a Prospect of Dioclesian 's Grange in a delightful Valley Enter Two or Three Countrymen 1 Cou. Dost think this great Man will continue with us 2 Cou. Continue yes what else he has bought the great Farm And all the Grounds about it all the Woods too And stockt it like an Emperor 1 Cou. But hark ye We must not call him Emperor 2 Cou. That 's all one He is the King of good Fellows that 's no Treason And so I 'll call him tho' I be hang'd for 't 1 Cou. Now all our Sports again and all our Gambols Our Songs and Evening Dances on the Green 2 Cou. Ay ay he shall have Songs if that will please him We 'll bawl most fearfully 1 Cou. We must all be Fine and Neat. On goes my Russet Jerkin with blue Buttons 2 Cou. And my green Breeches I was married in We 'll be all Handsom too and wash our Faces Neighbour I see a remnant of March Dust That 's hatch'd into your Chaps Go to the Barbers And mundefie your Muzzel Enter Geta. 1 Cou. It shall be done But who comes here 2 Cou. No doubt 't is some great Man 1 Cou. Let us be civil then and shew our Breeding Heaven bless your Worship 2 Cou. Your Greatness or your Mightiness what you please Sir Get. Thanks my good People Stand off and know your Duties As I take it You are the labouring People of the Village That Plow and Sow keep Sheep Stand farther off yet And mingle not with my Authority I am too mighty for your company 1 Cou. We know it Sir and we desire your Worship 2 Cou. Your Honour Fool 1 Cou. Your Honour Fool to take a little notice of us And recommend us Sir to our new Landlord And if our Country Sports can please him Sir Get. For your Sports my Friends they may be seen Yes out of the abundance of my Wisdom And Favour when they 're ready I 'll behold ' em You stare upon me Friends as if you knew me 'T is true I have been a Rascal as you are A Fellow of no mention nor no mark Just such another piece of Dirt so fashion'd But Time that purifies all things of merit Has set another Stamp on me Come nearer And be not fearful I take off my Austerity Now know me for the great and mighty Steward Under this Man of Honour All. We all acknowledge you Get. He was a kind of Rascal once like me Or little better but that must be forgot too Take notice now y' are all of ye my Vassals I can as I think fit dispose of you Can blow you and your Cattel out o' th' Country But fear me and have favour Come along with me And I will hear your Songs and perhaps like ' em 1. Cou. I hope you will Sir Get. 'T is not a thing impossible Perhaps I 'll sing my self the more to grace you And if I like your Women 2 Cou. We 'll have the best Sir young handsom Girls Get. The handsomer the better You may bring your Wives too 't will be all one charge to ye For I must know your Families All. You shall Sir Enter Delphia Del. 'T is well my honest Friends I know y' are hatching Some pleasurable Sports for your great Landlord Fill him with Joy and Pleasure win him to ye And make his little Grange seem a large Empire Full of all sweet content Thus win his favour Which daily shall be show'rd upon you all Get. Will you lend us a Devil to play Gratis Fidlers are very chargeable Del. I I any thing and Bag-pipes that shall play alone Get. I thank you Come follow me and get all ready instantly Exeunt Del. Do and when you are prepared come hither Friends You 'll find him in this Grove Enter Diocles and Drusilla Dio. Come my Drusilla The Partner maker of my Happiness I hope now you believe me Drus Yes and dare assure you I am most happy if you think your self so Dio. I am my sweet I swear to thee I find now by experience Content dwells not in Courts Drus Walk on Sir The Grove is cool

serv'd and not to praise my self Must needs confess they have seen Diocles In the late Britain Wars both dare and do Beyond a Common Man 1 Gua. Diocles 2 Gua. I know him the bravest Soldier of the Empire Cam. Stand if thou advance an Inch thou art dead Dio. Die thou Kills Cam. That durst oppose thy self against a Truth That will break out tho' Mountains cover it Get. I fear this is a Sucking Pig no Boar He falls so easie Dio. Hear me Soldiers And if I make it not apparent to you This is an Act of Justice and no Murther Cut me in pieces I 'll disperse the Cloud That has so long obscur'd a bloody Act Ne'er equal'd yet You all know with what Favours The good Numerianus ever grac't The Provost Aper 1 Gua. We all know it well Dio. And that those Bounties Should have contain'd him if he e're had learn'd The Elements of Honesty and Truth In Loyal Duty But Ambition never Looks backward on Desert but with blind haste Boldly runs on But I lose time You are here Commanded by this Aper to attend The Emperor's Person No my Friends you are cozen'd The good Numerianus now is past The sense of Wrong or Injury All Gua. How dead Dio. Let your own Eyes inform you Opens the Litter and shews the Body of the murther'd Emperor Get. Is this an Emperor's Cabinet Fough I have known a Charnel-house smell sweeter If Emperors Flesh have this savour what will mine do When I am rotten 1 Gua. Most unheard of Villany 2 Gua. And with all Cruelty to be reveng'd 1 Gua. Who is the Murtherer Name him that we may Both punish it in him and all his Family Dio. Who but Aper That barbarous and most ungrateful Aper His desperate Poniard printed on his Breast This deadly wound Nay weep not let your Loves speak in your anger And to confirm you gave no suffrage to This damned Plot lend me your helping Hands To punish the Paricide And if you find That there is worth in Diocles to deserve it Make him your Leader All. A Diocles A Diocles A Diocles. Dio. We 'll force him from his Guards Now my Stars If you have any good for me in store Shew it when I have slain this fatal Boar. Exeunt Delphia and Drusilla appear in the Air in a Chariot drawn by Dragons Del. Fix here and rest a while your Sail-stretch'd Wings That have out-stript the Winds The Eye of Heaven Durst not behold our speed but hid it self Behind the grossest Clouds and the pale Moon Pluckt in her Silver Horns trembling for fear That my strong Spells should force her from her Sphere Such is the power of Art Drus Good Aunt where are we Del. Look down Drusilla Yonder lofty Towers And spacious Streets where every private House Appears a Pallace to receive a King The Site the Wealth and Beauty of the Place Will soon inform thee 't is Imperial Rome Rome the great Mistriss of the conquer'd World Dru. But without Diocles it is to me Like any Wilderness we have pass'd o're Shall I not see him Del. Yes and in full glory And glut thy eager Eyes with looking on His prosperous success Contain thy self For tho' all things beneath us are transparent The sharpest sighted were he Eagle-Ey'd Cannot discover us Nor will we hang Idle Spectators to behold his Triumph Enter Diocles Maximinian Senators Guard with Aper Prisoner Geta and Officers But when occasion shall present it self Do something to add to it See he comes Drus How God-like he appears with such a grace The Giants that attempted to scale Heaven When they lay dead on the Phlegrean Plain Mars did appear to Jove Del. Forbear Dio. Look on this And when with horror thou hast view'd thy deed Thy most accursed deed be thy own Judge And tell me if thou canst perswade thy self To Hope or Plead for Mercy Ape No I confess my Life 's a burthen to me Dio. Thou art like thy name a cruel Boar. I long have hunted for thee and since now Thou art in the Toil it is in vain to hope Thou ever shalt break out Yet since my future Fate depends upon thee Thus to fulfil great Delphia's Prophesie Aper thou fatal Boar receive the honour kills Aper To fall by Diocles Hand Shine clear my Stars That met when I had entrance to the World And give Applause to this great Work Del. Strike Musick from the Spheres Drus Oh now you honour me A Symphony of Musick in the Air. Dio. Ha! Musick in the Air All. This is miraculous Max. This shews the Gods approve the Person and the Act. But hark First SONG GReat Diocles the Boar has kill'd Which did infest the Land What Heart is not with Rapture fill'd Who can his Joys command Down down the bloody Villain falls Hated contemn'd of All And now the mighty Spirit calls For Rites of Funeral CHORUS Sing Io's praise the Thundring Jove Pallas and Venus share Since the All-charming Queen of Love Inspires the God of War Second SONG by a Woman CHaron the peaceful Shade invites He hastes to Waft him o're Give him all necessary Rites To land him on the Shore Sound all your Instruments of War Fifes Trumpets Timbrels play Let all Mankind the Pleasure share And bless this happy Day CHORUS Sound all your Instruments c. Max. Now if the Senate For in the Soldiers Eyes I read their Love Think Diocles worthy to supply the place Of dead Numerianus as he stands His Heir in his revenge with one consent Salute him Emperor 1 Sen. Long live Diocles Augustus Pater Patriae and all Titles That are peculiar only to the Caesar's We gladly throw on him 1 Gua. We confirm it And will defend his honour with our Swords Against the World raise him to the Tribunal 1 Sen. Fetch the Imperial Robes And as a sign We give him absolute power of Life and Death Bind this Sword to his Side 2 Sen. Omit no Ceremony that may be for his honour While they Invest him with the Imperial Robes this Martial Song is sung Trumpets and Ho-Boys joining with them LET the Soldiers rejoyce With a general Voice And the Senate new Honours decree 'em Who at his Armies Head Struck the fell Monster dead And so boldly and bravely did free ' em CHORUS Rejoyce Rejoyce c. To Mars let 'em raise And their Emperors praise A Trophy of the Armies own making To Maximinian too Some honours are due Who joyn'd in the brave undertaking CHORUS Rejoyce Rejoyce c. With Flowers let 'em strow The way as they go Their Statues with Garlands adorning Who from Tyrannies Night Drave the Mists in their Sight And gave 'em a glorious Morning CHORUS Rejoyce Rejoyce c. Then a Symphony of Flutes in the Air and after this SONG SInce the Toils and the Hazards of War 's at an end The Pleasures of Love should succeed 'em The Fair should present what the Senators send And compleat what they have decreed '