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The tragedy of Nero, emperor of Rome as it is acted at the Theatre-Royal, by His Majesties servants / by Nathaniel Lee ...
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Lee, Nathaniel, 1653?-1692.
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did move T was the effect of pity not of Love Enter Nero. Nero. The Empress dying hold thy bloody hand Piso. If thou wouldst save her life I charge thee stand The bound of thy Progression there shall be When e're thou stirr'st She takes a step to immortality Nero. Shall I be brav'd by a black Dog a Slave Hold hold my Pardon on my knees humbly thus I crave Stiff as an Elephant I cannot bend My little fault let this submission mend Piso. You stirr'd an inch 't is vain to weep or Pray Nero. Thou Son of Night pernicious creature stay I' th' name of all the Gods Oh let her live Let me this bounty on my knees receive And thou in all my Glories shalt have share Thy sooty hand shall the World's Scepter bear And Diamond wreaths shall round thy temples mourn And Pearly threds thy Jetty neck adorn Piso. Just as you move my Justice shall proceed She shall not dye this time though she must bleed Stabs Her in the Arm. Nero. What hast thou done Piso Not much your posture keep And stir not lest I make a wound more deep Nero. Behold I'm fix'd thou art not humane sure O mighty Love 'T is for thy sake I this disgrace endure Had'st thou a Generous Soul thou could'st not see The Lord O' th' world thus long upon his knee Piso. Like a Tall Tree to dull Earth thou shalt grow You were a mighty God a while a goe And 't is my Pride to make your Godhead bow Nero. I cannot suffer this Awake my Soul Let haughty rage all thoughts of Love controul Piso. Nay then 't is time Brother strike home Otho I have May all her faults be buried in her grave Nero. Hence from my fight the slaves to torments bear Mark me let 'em be dying all the Year Tortures in this small Book you may explore The Rack the Wheel Phalaris Bull nay more With care turn all the bloody pages o're On fiery brazen pavements let 'em run Their eye-lids snatch let them Face the Sun 'S death dare you stay begone I will not hear A word what need I thus my Spirits tear My looks hereafter shall my mind declare Where is the Empress bring her to my bed Plau. The Empress said you Sir Alas she is dead Nero. Villain thou ly'st go pull his tongue out haste I 'le see the roots on 't fly h' has spoke his last Who answers now Statues By Heav'n All dull Mir. If she were dead Nero. What then Sententious fool If she were dead I would restore her breath And she should live Spight of her self spight of the Gods and Death My Pow'r's unlimited as is their own My smile brings Life and death attends my frown My Empires bounds Nature alone does make The Sun his lodging in my Sea does take The grateful God too owns the mighty debt Thaws me down clouds and payes me gen'rous heat If she were dead Curse o' your crimingand base flattery Ye are lyars all hence from my presence fly Enter Messenger Drus. Lost and undone fly Sacred Sir you 'r lost Galba is just arriv'd upon our Coast With four score thousand strong he beats the way The treacherous Senate too their trust betray Through all the Streets Proclaim him Emperour But call you Tyrant curse your Name and Pow'r Exit Mir. Flie flie dread Sir flie from this fatal ground The base Plebeians have beset you round Petronius who a while sustain'd their heat I saw all bloody from the walls retreat Otho and Piso from your Guards are freed All ROME applauds them for this last great Deed. Exit Enter Petronius staggering Nero. Speak my true friend I 'le be advis'd by you What more remains in these extreams to do Petr. With faithful truth Sir I have serv'd you long Yours was the right I did my self the wrong But now it matters not 't was Loyalty And as I liv'd I in your service dye My counsel is you by your own hand bleed The Senate has some base poor death decreed Death 's but a name by my example fall I fear no lakes nor stigian Frogs that 's all Dies Nero. O Gods but wherefore name I these feign'd powr's The Elements the Seasons Days and hours Were alwayes as they are and will be so And Nature her eternal round will go The Gods when we 're awake their Daemons keep At home and only fright us when we sleep I would the utmost know of Destiny And therefore dying do their pow'rs defie If they have any Thunder let it come I 'le stand the heavy shock and brave my doom Down all at once Ha! whence proceeds this noise Thunder If there be Gods sure this must be their voice Speak on talk lowder yet What shapes are these O dismal Scene of death my Arteries Tremble and nature sinks beneath her weight I know you all smile on Thou art my Fate What God was 't hung thee there He is my friend By thee he points me out a noble end Dies Otho Piso Attendants Otho 'T is he and as it seems by himself slain ROME's Sacred Genius now look forth again Come from thy shroud show thy Majestick head Direct our Joyes the dreadful Tyrant's dead Piso. Let 's to the FORVM haste and there proclaim A mighty donative in Galbas's name With all the Pomp ' o th' Court his Camp wee 'll meet And his approach with Joyful shoutings greet Proclaim him Emperour with Trumpets Souud While he now made a God shall scorn the ground And on our shoulders ride with Lawrels Crown'd FINIS The Epilogue spoken by Mr. Harris HOW dull how grave and how precise ye sit As if ye had acted Love not tasted wit When the Trick's done like Wine unstop'd yee pall After enjoyment thus it 's with yee all Your modish Playes like jaunty Misses shew'd Be bravely drest high flown more fine than good For Cloaths attract yee more than flesh and blood Like cover'd viands Beauties hid from sight Raise drooping fancy up to new delight For you Gallants ye gay brisk witty Men He knows your killing trade your damning strain Ye can as well Wenches and drink restrain Yet faith for my sweet sake be kind to night Or may this heavy curse upon ye light May each Gallant that has an assignation Be jilted after four hours expectation Or if the masked Gentlewoman come Spight of long Scarff may she be dogg'd from home May ye In height of Titilation hear a rapping And then the jealous Cuckold take ye napping
trembled fetch'd heart-breaking sighs As if her eyes were springs she made complaints So languishing and with so sad an accent I wonder that it kill'd her not till now Brit I hope you come not to abuse me By Heav'n if you do Cya Indeed I do not Let that convince you if you know her hand I find he 's Noble his looks are chang'd o th' sudden I fear I 've gone too far How do you Sir Brit. Well Boy O GODS Devils Hell Heaven and Earth Reads If in the other world I can behold ought here it will be you pray love my memory 't will be a satisfaction above the thoughts of Paradise to your dying Cyara I feel a mortal trembling shot a long My Arteries I 'm cold Octavia Cyara Oh! Falls Cya Help help my Lord Cyara lives return What have I done upon thy dying lips I 'le print my soul but I 'le bring back thy life Fool that I was for a fancy thus To play away that Pearl for which I would Have sold my breath my vital Spirits my all O he returns Cyara is not dead Look up my Lord do you not know this face Brit. Cyara Heav'ns 't is she Thou charming fair How am I ravish'd with thy Glorious presence O who would live on Earth sultry and hot Under a load of care did he once taste The pleasures of these cool immortal shades O the refreshing sweets which the winds blow From ever-budding flowers eternal Spring Cya Where Sir Brit. Why here in blest Elizium Cya O he is lost distracted Brit. Look look my dear pr'y thee let 's walk along The grass does shine with more Emerald green Each purling brook like liquid plate appears And every pebble seems a Diamond Fall burnish'd trees with fruit of massy Gold Upon whose boughs all fair and Heav'nly forms Sit sweetly warbling to their Loves below See yonder 's Octavia my Sister look Pale and forlorn in a close gloomy Her Ayry substance thus I will condense And to squeeze water 'cause I cannot weep Cya Ah Prince Cyara lives and I am she Brit. Thou art a lying Boy O Gods my head Cya Do you not know me Sir Look wistly on me Brit. Cyara's Picture just such charming eyes Such snowy hands such lips such winning smiles Such tenderness such was her every Grace But Oh! you told a false a fatal tale The accent of thy voice is different She could not lye for she was all perfection All beauty sickned when she left the world Cyara Oh thou fair one Glorious Saint Thou could'st not dye for me desertless me Cya She is not dead but lives and loves you Sir Brit. Thou dost associate with Lawyers sure And Travellers Cya Who I Sir why Brit. Because Thou lyest extreamly Boy No she is dead The canopy of Heav'n is hung with Sable The Sun like a great mourner drives her Hearse Wrap'd round with clouds each Star withdraws His Golden head and burns within his socket The whole cope is dark black dismal And mourns the sudden loss of fair Cyara Ha! shough yonder flyes a night-Raven In each black eye there rowls a pound of Jet See how he fans with his huge wicker wings The dusky Ayr. Come boy be gone I 'le save thee though I dye me self go in Run run I say I 'le fetch my Bow and shoot him Exeunt Scaen. The Country Petronius Poppea Piso over-hearing Pop. I must not hear you Sir Petr. Can you despise A flame whose matchless splendor drowns the Stars And lustre vies with the great eye of Day O scrupulous Virtue art thou grown so cold That the reflected beams of doubled Honours Beating upon thee with incessant Glories Cannot approach thee through thy walls of Ice With all their fiery points cannot once pierce thee Pop. High minds should not be tempted with appearance Nor drown to dangerous courses from homely Cells Where honest pleasure with safe plenty dwells Pet. But what converse what Nobleness is here To deck your thoughts that claim a vaster Sphere Through all the Heav'n they should like Eagles roam Not stay in such a solitary home Pop. What unknown guests are these that tear my brest Like slaves in golden mines they dig their way A Crown they shew which my frail heart Adores Before my thoughts a Royal Scepter flyes At which my fancy grasps but when it comes And it bright glories offer to my hand I fain would reach and yet refuse to hold Petr. Madam consider 't is a mighty proffer 'T is not this Province or that Colony He gives you all all is a gift so great As none but Iove to Caesar can bestow What is it deters you from your happiness Pop. Oh I am lost in Honours Labrynth No clew to guide me but my own desire And that would lead me out but knows not how Piso. Oh Heaven what will this earth come to Was it for this my noble Brother was sent for in so much haste and is it for this he harbours that Viper in our house to tear his Darling hence and eat his heart out O Laws of hospitality why are you Sacred why is my hand so backward to punish that ravisher of our Honour Methinks I see that Genius of our house Start from his Monument and stalk along Shaking with Panick fears and with an eye That Darts its poyson'd beams of Indignation At me me thinks I see him chide my slow Revenge Pop. My brother has lost his Senses Piso. I would I had and with thm lost my life So thou could'st find thy honour Oh thy Honour More worth than all that golden Pageantry High tops of Fortune Glorious Pinacles And Heav'n knows what that swim in thy fond faney Those wanton Sepulchers have swallowed it Thy eyes those graves of Nobleness and Glory I 've known the time when had I look'd but thus Thus curiously upon thee straight a blush Would mount in to thy cheek there 's nothing now But pale dishonour Prithee do not speak Thy words are pestilent the blasting issue Of a corrupted heart diseas'd and deadly Pop. How should he know this sure he over heard Petronius talking with me 't must be so But pray why is 't a sin to go to Court I am not guilty of one wicked thought And yet you make me a most wretched creature Piso. Indeed thou art a sinful wretched creature Thou art the wretched'st thing I ever saw Thy blood is all o' fire the Emperour That Dog-star has inflam'd it I pity thee O that my tears could make thy heart relent Or quench those fires that will devour thee Then I would drain those Chrystal Sources dry Rivers I 'de weep and long luxuriant streams My eyes should play the Wantons not thy way If thou hast any sense of shame look back Thy feet upon the brink of ruin stand But one step more and thou art lost for ever Glorious destruction glitt'ring miseries Will keep thee waking till death close thy eyes Weeps Petr. Fie fie my Lord were your