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The mourning bride a tragedy : as it is acted at the theatre in Lincoln's-Inn-Fields by His Majesty's servants / written by Mr. Congreve.
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Congreve, William, 1670-1729.
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Wing C5856; ESTC R8328
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shall dare to tax Eternal Justice Yet I may think I may I must for Thought Precedes the Will to think and Errour lives Ere Reason can be born Reason the Power To guess at Right and Wrong the twinkling Lamp Of wand'ring Life that winks and wakes by turns Fooling the Follower betwixt Shade and Shining What Noise Who 's there My Friend how cam'st thou hither Enter Heli. Hel. The time 's too precious to be spent in telling The Captain influenc'd by Almeria's Power Gave order to the Guards for my Admittance Osm. How does Almeria But I know she is As I am Tell me may I hope to see her Hel. You may anon at Midnight when the King Is gone to rest and Garcia is retir'd Who takes the Privilege to visit late Presuming on a Bridegroom's Right she 'll come Osm. She 'll come 't is what I wish yet what I fear She 'll come but whither and to whom O Heav'n To a vile Prison and a captiv'd Wretch To one whom had she never known she had Been happy why why was that Heav'nly Creature Abandon'd o'er to love what Heav'n forsakes Why does she follow with unwearied Steps One who has tir'd Misfortune with pursuing One driv'n about the World like blasted Leaves And Chaff the Sport of adverse Winds till late At length imprison'd in some Cleft of Rock Or Earth it rests and rots to silent Dust. Hel. Have Hopes and hear the Voice of better Fate I 've learn'd there are Disorders ripe for Mutiny Among the Troops who thought to share the Plunder Which Manuel to his own Use and Avarice Converts This News has reach'd Valentia's Frontiers Where many of your Subjects long oppress'd With Tyranny and grievous Impositions Are risen in Arms and call for Chiefs to head And lead 'em to regain their Liberty And Native Rights Osm. By Heav'n thou 'st rous'd me from my Lethargy The Spirit which was deaf to my own Wrongs Deaf to revenge and the loud Crys of my Dead Father's Blood Nay which refus'd to hear The Piercing Sighs and Murmurs of my Love Yet unenjoy'd what not Almeria could Revive or raise my Peoples Voice has wak'ned O my Antonio I am all on Fire My Soul is up in Arms ready to charge And bear amidst the Foe with conqu'ring Troops I hear 'em call to lead 'em on to Liberty To Victory their Shouts and Clamours rend My Ears and reach the Heav'ns where is the King Where is Alphonso ha where where indeed O I could tear and burst the Strings of Life To break these Chains Off off ye Stains of Royalty Off Slavery O curse that I alone Can beat and flutter in my Cage when I Would soar and sâ—oop at Victory beneath Hel. Our Posture of Affairs and scanty Time My Lord require you should compose your self And think on what we may reduce to Practise Zara the Cause of your restraint may be The Means of Liberty restor'd That gain'd Occasion will not fail to point out Ways For your Escape Mean time I 've thought already With Speed and Safety to convey my self Where not far off some Male-Contents hold Counsel Nightly hating this Tyrant some who love Anselmo's Memory and will no doubt When they shall know you live assist your Cause Osm. My Friend and Counsellour as thou thinks't fit So do I will with Patience wait my Fortune Heli. When Zara comes abate of your Aversion Osm. I hate her not nor can dissemble Love But as I may I 'll do I have a Paper Which I would shew thee Friend but that the Sight Would hold thee here and clog thy Expedition Within I found it by my Father's Hand 'T was writ a Prayer for me wherein appears Paternal Love prevailing o'er his Sorrows Such Sanctity such Tenderness so mix'd With Grief as wou'd draw Tears from Inhumanity Heli. The Care of Providence sure left it there To arm your Mind with Hope Such Piety Was never heard in vain Heav'n has in Store For you those Blessings it with-held from him In that Assurance live which Time I hope And our next meeting will confirn 〈◊〉 Farewell 〈…〉 the Good thou dost deserve attend thee Ex. Heli. 〈…〉 to blame and question'd with Impiety 〈…〉 of Heav'n Not so my Father bore 〈…〉 Anxious Grief This shou'd have better taught me 〈…〉 Lesson in some Hour of Inspiration By him set down when his pure Thoughts were born Like Fumes of Sacred Incense o'er the Clouds And wafted thence on Angels Wings thro' Ways Of Light to the bright Source of all There in The Book of Prescience he beheld this Day And waking to the World and mortal Sense Left this Example of his Resignation This his last Legacy to me which I Will treasure here more worth than Diadems Or all extended Rule of regal Pow'r Enter Zara veil'd What Brightness breaks upon me thus thro' Shades And promises a Day to this dark Dwelling Is it my Love Zara. O that thy Heart had taught Lifting her Veil Thy Tongue that Saying Osm. Zara I 'm betray'd By my surprize Zar. What does my Face displease thee That having seen it thou do'st turn thy Eyes Away as from Deformity and Horrour If so this Sable Curtain shall again Be drawn and I will stand before thee seeing And unseen Is it my Love ask again That Question speak again in that soft Voice And Look again with Wishes in thy Eyes O no thou canst not for thou seest me now As she whose savage Breast has been the Cause Of these thy Wrongs as she whose barbarous Rage Has loaden thee with Chains and galling Irons Well dost thou scorn me and upbraid my Falseness Cou'd one that lov'd thus torture what she lov'd No no it must be Hatred dire Revenge And Detestation that cou'd use thee thus So thou dost think then do but tell me so Tell me and thou shall see how I 'll revenge Thee on this false one how I 'll stab and tear This Heart of Flint 'till it shall bleed and thou Shalt weep for mine forgetting thy own Miseries Osm. You wrong me beauteous Zara to believe I bear my Fortunes with so low a Mind As still to meditate Revenge on all Whom Chance or Fate working by secret Causes Has made perforce subservient to that End The Heav'nly Powers allot me no not you But Destiny and inauspicious Stars Have cast me down to this low Being or Granting you had from you I have deserv'd it Zar. Can'st thou forgive me then wilt thou believe So kindly of my Fault to call it Madness O give that Madness yet a milder Name And call it Passion then be still more kind And call that Passion Love Osm. Give it a Name Or Being as you please such I will think it Zar. O thou dost wound me now with this thy Goodness Than e'er thou could'st with bitterest Reproaches Thy Anger cou'd not pierce thus to my Heart Osm. Yet I could wish Zar. Haste me to know it what Osm. That at this Time I had not