Have at thy Heart Muly. H. Stay Sir Oh cruel Mariamne can you part From Love and Life to rob the world and me Mar. No Muly Hamet a worse stain 't will be To have my Crown resign'd than my Blood spilt I of the two will choose the lesser guilt Fame never shall in Histories express Born to be great I yeilded to be less Muly. H. If you aspire to greatness that I 'le grant Your Muly Hamet Empires cannot want Whilst he possesses You and wears a Sword And if our Africk does no room afford I le travel then to some remoter Spheare Till I find out new Worlds and Crown you there Mariam T is Honour and not Crowns that I esteem And should I basely yield my Throne to him My Name and Story would but poorly sound Who rais'd a Murd'rer and a Rebel Crown'd No if at worst I by this Traytour Dye Adore my Name and love my Memory Yes Mighty Man perform this Valiant Part To Crim. Bravely and boldly pierce a Female Heart Let story boast you this great deed fulfil'd Your manly hand an unarm'd Woman kil d. Crim. Since you at scorne and daring are so good I 'le feel your Pulse and try your heat of Blood Guards fire the Castle And while that burns I 'le a new shape assume I 'le Sport and Revel with more pleasing Charms Than Nero when he sung to burning Rome I 'le sing my Funeral Obsequies in these Armes I 'le Ravish her Then throw my self and her into the Fire And arm in arm together wee 'll Expire Burn Burn the Tower Enter Hametalhaz in the Belcone with Guards who seizes Crimalhaz and disarmes Him Ham. Before this Tower takes Fire you 'le want a Head Crim. Hametalhaz stand off am I betray'd Ham. I have no time to answer your demands Deliver him to Muly Hamets Hands The highest Triumph my weak Arm e're gain'd Is to present this Princess to his Hand Crim. is forced down by the Guards Muly. H. Her life preserv'd and he the instrument What Miracle of Honour has fate sent Sure Heav'n acts Wonders Wonders no 't is none What have th'high'r Powers to do but to take care Of so much Vertue and a Face so Fair Enter Crimalhaz below led in by Guards See him Convey'd to Execution straight He as he rose in Blood in Blood shall â—…et Crim. Since I must die and die Condemn'd by you Hear Heav'n for I ne're troubl'd you till now So may my body rot when I am Dead Till my rank dust has such Contagions bred My Grave may dart forth Plagues as may strike death Through the infected Air where thou draw'st breath Others may fancy pleasures more divine I know not where this shall in Hell be mine To think when dead I yet can Death Convey And what my Arm can't act my Ashes may Exit Guarded with Abdelcador Enter Hametalhaz Leading Mariamne Muly. H. My dear and best Life welcome By thy Hand My Crown my Happiness and Heav'n regain'd What mystick Blessing does my fate pursue To see her Sav'd and see her Sav'd by you Ham. Oh do not at this mystery admire Nothing is strange which Beauty does inspire To punish Treason and preserve a Throne Are due to Mariamnes Eyes alone When to his hand I gave that beauteous prize Design'd for his ambitions Sacrifice When her hard fate and her bright Charmes I saw These did my homage that my pity draw Something so kind I to that face did pay That to Serve her I could my trust betray Had I â—…een born a Prince and in that name Like You Erected Trophys to her fame In all things then I had your Rival prov'd And confidently told her that I Lov'd But wanting worth I wanted words and chose This way my speechless Passion to disclose I would defend what I could ne're injoy And break all bars that did her Peace destroy But I too late resolv'd a flight so high I cut my wings before I thought to fly Too quick to woâ—…k too weak to prop her Fall My Penitence could not my Sins recal Till this blest moment and your influence gave Her dangers and his insolence a Grave Muly. H. Such Honour and such Love I am Conquer'd here My Deeds and Passions are below thy Sphear But as your Worth your Pow'r shall out-reach mine Subjects my Homage pay but Monarchs thine Embraces him Ham. Though Heav'n by me her threatned life secures And saves her blood to be ally'd to yours Despair not Friendship yields to that hard task I bravely give what I durst never Ask. Hold Heart while I this Treasure do resign And Crown her Bliss with that which ruins mine I perish at her feet whom I adore The greatest Wracks are nearest to the shore Mariam Such Language may by Chastest ears be heard Your Love I must admire and he reward A Nobler Passion Story never writ That turn'd a Traytor to a Proselyte Thou best of Converts Muly. H. And of Rivals too Sir as a Tribute to your Vertue due All Honours Merit in a Court can meet And a kind Monarchs Love lye at your Feet Ham. Hold that great act of Mercy must not pass Let not your first days Raign a King disgrace Of such high Boâ—…nty I 'm unworthy still My good Acts have not yet out-weighed my ill No To some far Country I from those Eyes for ever will remove I cannot stand the sight of hopeless Love Pilgrims whose Zeal's more blest though less Divine Go meet their Saints but I must fly from mine Offers to go Muly. H. Stay I conjure you stay you shall you must You 've made me Great Let me not be unjust Speak what Command what Pow'r what Crown you 'l choose Ham. Crowns no such little Favours I refuse None but the place you hold my wish can bound But since I have your free offer to be Crown'd It is accepted I a King will be And of my Raign make this my first Decree This Criminals Banishment and to pursue My state a Conqueror and a King like you To what er'e place my wandring steps incline I 'le fancy Empires for I 'le think her mine Exit Ham. Here the Scene opens and Crimalhaz appears cast down on the Gaunches being hung on a Wall set with spikes of Iron Enter again Abdelcador Abd. See the reward of Treason Death 's the thing Distinguishes th' Usurper from the King Kings are immortal and from Life remove From their Low'r Thrones to wear new Crowns above But Heav'n for him has scarce that bliss in store When an Usurper dies he raigns no more Muly. H. My Justice ended now I 'le meet a Crown Crowns are the Common Prizes I have won Those are Entayld on Courage No 't is You Can only yield a Bliss that 's great and new The Charm of Crowns to Love but dull appears Rargning's a whole lifes toyl the work of Years In love a day an hour a minut's Bliss Is all Flight Rapture Flame and Extasies Love 's livelyer Joyes so quick and active move An Age in Empire 's but an Hour in Love Exeunt Omnes EPILOGUE THis Play like Country Girle come up to Town Long'd t' appear fine in Jewels and rich Gown And so Hoping it's Pride you Courtiers would support To please You lost its Maiden-head at Court Pufft with the glitt'ring of your gaudy Charms It fear'd to meet no danger in your Arms. And though the harshest Censures be its due Yet kinder usage it deserves from you A generous Gallant though tired and Cloy'd Should still speak well of what he has enjoy'd Should you damn this you would your selves reproach 'T is barb'rous to defame what you debauch Nay now you 've Cast it off yet do not Frown Though like the refuge of a Miss o' th' Town It is turn'd Common Yours for half a Crown T' was generous at Court and did for Love But does for profit to the Stage remove Women and Wit on equal scores begin Love and affection first may make 'um Sin They trade for Interest when they 're once got in But for you Sirs who Censure but not Write Who do in Wit as some in War delight Whose Courages do not much care to Fight But though they can't of Scars nor Conquests vapour They can draw sieges and take Towns in Paper You 't will be hard to please Critiques whose saving and Condemning still Is not your Act of Judgment but your Will Who equal Choice in Plays as Faces make What you resolve not what deserves shall take Thâ—…s your applause resembles your Amours Have we not seen Oh loves almighty Powers A Wench with tallow Looks and winter Face Continue one Mans Favorite seven Years space Some Ravishing kâ—…ack i' th' sport and some brisk motion Keeps the gilt Coach and the gallants Devotion Be to this Toy thus kind and you will raise Much better Fancies to write better Plays When meaner Faces are us'd kindly by ye What Power have greater Beauties to deny ye So your kind Smiles advance the scribling Trade To get good Play 's you must Excuse the bad FINIS ERRATA FIrst page of the Eâ—…istle line 21 read Authour pag. 2. l. 16. â—… to givâ—… 〈◊〉 Plaâ—… p. 8. l. 13. r. feighn'd l. 26 â—… gilded p 12. l 3â—… deleatur period p. 19. l. 29. r. friendâ—… p. 21. l. 25. â—… hand had run p. 34. l. 21. â—… Lent p. 3â—… l. 4. r. clouds l. 29. r with p. 43 r. Euridice p. 45. l. 25. â—… in the way p. 50. l 6. r. Râ—…quests p. 58. l. 20 dele are p. 60. l. 5. r. her Heart p. 62. l. 28. r. Raise my Guard p. 63. l. 15. r. know
and whâ—…te forms we 'l with a radiant light Their Breasts incircle till their Passions be Gentle as Nature in its Infancy Till soften'd by our Charms their Furies cease And their Revenge dissolves into a Peace Thus by our Death appeas'd their Quarrel ends Whom Living we made Foes Dead we 'l make Friends Muly L. Oh generous Princess whose couragious Breath Can set such glorious Characters on Death The antient World did but too modest prove In giving a Divinity to Love Love the great Pow'r o th' higher World controuls Heaven but creates but Love reâ—…ines our Souls Enter to them Q. Mother weeping Q. Moth. Oh Son your Royal Father Muly L. Hold your Tears Confound my hopes O my presaging fears Has he it cannot be has he decreed Morena must not no she shall not bleed The Skies would blush when that bold deed were done And look more red than at a setting Sun Q Moth. 'T is not Morena who is doom'd to dy Muly L. Has he decreed I shall her place supply If so thanks my kind Father thou hast done The only deed that could oblige a Son If I to save your Life resign my own to Morena I shall more glorious shine than on his Throne Q. Moth. That object which your Mothers tears procures Is your great Fathers sudden fate not yours Muly L. My Father ha Q. Moth. is dead Just as he sate Pronouncing yours and your Morena's fate A sudden Check his hasty Breath controul'd He startled trembled and his Eye balls rould His wandring fears his unshap'd thoughts supply'd With horrours then Muly Labas he cry'd Forgive what my mistaken Rage has done In peace possess thy Mistress and my Throne Then with his dying Breath his Soul retir'd And in a sullen sigh his Life expir'd Muly L. The Emperour dead and with his dying Breath Did he Morena to his Son bequeath He in this Gift a Father has out-don And robs me of the Duty of a Son For those just Tears which Nature ought t' imploy To pay my last Debt to his Memory The Crowning of my Passâ—…on disallows Grief slightly sits on happy Lovers Brows Enter Crimalhaz and Hametalhaz with Attendants A Shout within All Long live Muly Labas Emperour of Morocco Crim. Welcome brave Prince to your great Fathers Crown Advancing from a Prison to a Throne The City does in one full shout concur And in one voice proclaim you Emperour Yet Sir your Freedom must not reach so far But this fair Princess Chains you still must wear The Sun Great Sir must in one circuit view Your Coronation and your Nuptials too Muly L. Enjoy a Throne and my Morena wedd A Joy too great were not my Father dead The Force of one the others Pow'r controuls Heav'n fits our swelling Passions to our Souls When some great Fortune to mankind's convey'd Such Blessings are by Providence allay'd Thus Nature to the World a Sun creates But with cold Winds his pointed Rays rebates Exit Muly L. leading Morena Q Moth. Besotted in thy Love and Empires Charms Sleep and grow dull in your Morena's Arms. 'T was not for this I rais'd thee to a Crown Poison'd the Father to enthrone the Son Hadst thou been ripe for Death we had decreed Thou shouldst him in his Fate not Throne succeed Thy early growth we in thy Chains had crusht And mix'd thy Ashes with thy Fathers Dust. But live fond Boy to manage our Design We first must thy Great General undermine They who by Policy a Crown pursue Snatch at one Grasp the Sword and Scepter too Then wee 'l with ease depose an Armless King Men sport with Serpents when they 've lost their Sting When our Designs to the full height succeed I 'le place the Crown Imperial on your Head to Crimalhaz Sir of your Progress a Relation make How died the King how did the Poison take Crim. With safety I accomplish'd your desire For Hell and Night did in the deed conspire As if He by some secret instinct knew The fatal Potion had been sent by you Up from his Seat he rose and sighing cried O unkind Laula and then groan'd and died His Death so much of horrour did present I curs'd my Hand for being the Instrument A strange unusual trembling shook my Heart As that Magâ—…cian whose infernal art Raising a Vision is with Terrour seiz'd At th'Apparition his own Charms have rais'd Have you consider'd Madam what you 've done Q. M. Poison'd my Husband Sir and if there need Examples to instruct you in the deed I 'll make my Actions plainer understood Coppying his Death on all the Royal Blood Crim. The Falls of Kings are heavy and on You Q. M. Hold Sir sure you have drunk the Poison too That thus your Blood grows cold and your faint Breast Is with such dull and stupid Fears possest A States-mans Breast should scorn to feel remorse Murder and Treason are but things of course Crim. I am a Convert Madam for kind Heaven Has to mankind immortal Spirits given And Courage is their Life but when that sinks And to tame Fears and Coward-faintness shrinks We the great Work of that bright Frame destroy And shew the World that even our Souls can dy By your Example I 'll great Deeds pursue My Thoughts sha'nt start at what my Hand dares do Hamet Madam as Agents in this great Design Zibdy Morat and Abdrahamon joyn They the Kings Ears will with such Whispers fill As shall the Poyson Jealousie instill And by such subtilty his Breast infect Till he his Generals Loyalty suspect Crim. Then to promote Suspition we 'l proclaim His Generals high Courage Pow'r and Fame His Armies Love and his great Spirit praise And to that pitch his heighten'd Virtues raise That their Perfection shall appear their Crime As Giants by their Height do Monsters seem Q. M. Brave Crimalhaz thy Breast and mine agree Now thou art woâ—…thy of a Crown and Mee And by such Arts I 'll my Sons Breast invade Till his fond Duty has his Life betray'd Till by my means we have his Army gain'd And have remov'd the Sword into your Hand And then we publâ—…kly and safely may Our bloody Ensigns to the World display His Pow'r once gone we 'l act his Death in state And dash his Blood against his Palace Gate Great Deeds should in the open day be don As Sacrifices offer'd to the Sun Crim. But till these mighty Actions ripen'd are We must the borrow'd Looks of Friendship wear Q. M. To flatt'ring light'ning our feign Smiles conform Which back'd with Thunder do but guild a Storm Exeunt Finis Actus primi Act the Second Scene the First The Scene opened is represented the Prospect of a large River with a glorious Fleet of Ships supposed to be the Navy of Muly Hamet after the Sound of Trumpets and the Discharging of Guns Enter King Young Queen Hametalhaz and Attendants Hamet GReat Sir Your Royal Fathers General Prince Muly Hamet's Fleet does homewards sail And in a solemn and
Madam You may say any thing Your Sex And Birth the vent of my just Passion checks Sir do but hear To the King Crim. You may vouchsafe to hear What You may read more plainly here and there Points to the dead Eunuch and his wounded Arm. King I in this Parley too much time bestow Hearing the Cause I make the Vengeance slow Guards Yet I 'le hear him Muly H. My single Word a vain Defence will make Where so much Witness and a Mother speak But yet Heav'n sees my Innocence and know That I am proud this Shame to undergo Believe me her intended Ravisher Appearing so I take the Guilt from Her Their false Impeachments do this comfort bring That I may wear that Cloud would shade a King King His kind soft Words do but confirm th' Offence Men are nere losers for their Breaths expence But still speak kindest when their Falls are near Not out of Generosity but Fear It is enough She witness'd his Offence Her Virtue scorns to accuse Innocence And since her Blood does run within my Veins By ' instinct I know she all that 's base disdains But if I want more Proofs to make it out His Murder and his Wound removes the doubt Muly Hamet for this Guilt our Prophets Breath Has in his sacred Laws pronounc'd your Death Q. M. His Death Surprized But hold The King will then my Cheat descry I wish His Death who tamely see him dye aside O cruel Sir that killing Breath recall to the King Our holy Prophet dares not see him fall I 'm sure had he My Eyes Heav'n cannot see Such Courage bear so harsh a Destinie The Pow'rs above would shrink at what he felt His Death to Tears their Chrystal Orb would melt But If You must act what Mercy can't prevent Inflict inflict some milder Punishment King His Deeds and Service in Morocco's Cause May mitigate the rigour of our Laws His Army then I to your charge commend Her Honours Guardian and our Loyal Friend to Crimalhaz Here bind the Traytor and convey him strait to the Guards To Prison there to linger out his Fate Till his hard Lodging and his slender Food Allay the Fury of his Lustful Blood Guards bind Muly Ham. Q. M. Think what Impression on my Breast 't will make To â—…ee his Hands wear Fetters for my sake In whisper between Muly Hamet and Queen Mother Muly H. Madam be serious tell me how so foul A Treason gain'd admission to your Soul Q M. My Soul Dull Man what has my Soul to do In such mean Acts as my betraying You Murder and Treason Without the help of Souls when I think good Such toys I act as I 'm but Flesh and Blood Mu. H. Let not too high your Scorn of Justice swell Know Madam on such Crimes there waits a Hell Q. M. Hell No of that I scorn to be afraid I 'le â—…end such throngs to the infernal shade Betray and kill and damn to that degree I le crowd up Hell till there 's no Room for Me. King Here to the Tower that guarded Pris'ner send His saâ—…ther Doom from my Commands attend Muly H. I for my former state My Homage to your Royal Father paid And Monarchs may destroy what Monarchs made For Subjects Glories are but borrow'd things Rais'd by the favourable Smiles of Kings And at their Authors Pleasures should retire And when their Breath renounces 'em expire Should I the Sentence of my Sovereign blame I should be guâ—…tier than They say I am But though your Frowns declare my Fetâ—…ers just Look to what dang'rous Hand your Pow'r you trust Monarchs do nothing ill unless when they By their own Acts of Grace their Lives betray When Favours they too gen'rously afford And in a Treacherous Hand misplace their Sword Their Bounties in their Ruine are employ'd Kings only by their Vertues are destroy'd King Your Counsels weakly do my Ears attract You ill â—…each Virtue which you cannot act Live then till time this â—…ense of Horrour brings What 't is to ravish Queens and injure Kings Exeunt King and Muly Hamet severally Muly Hamet led out by the Guards Q. M. You see the Fates do their Allegiance know And to my pow'rful Breath their Conduct ow. 'T is pity Monarâ—…hs are so scarce Such gen'rous â—…asie kind good natured things That one feign'd Tear can rule the Faith of Kings Crim. So bravely Madam your Design succeeds As if the Fates were Vassals to your Deeds That Politician who to Empire climbs With Virtues Dress should beautifie his Crimes Our guilded Treason thus like Coral seems Which appears Black within its native Streams But when Disclos'd it sees the open Air It changes Colour and looks Fresh and Fair. Exeunt Scene the second the Scene a Prison The Scene opens Muly Hamet appears bound Muly H. Disrob'd of all at once what turns more strange Can Ages if an Hour can make such Change Enter to him Mariamne with one Attendant from whom she takes a Sword and exit Attendant Kind Mariamne Mar. Yes False Man the same Till your bold Lust had forfeited that Name The Daughters easie Breast would ill confer A Kindness on her Mothers Ravisher Muly H. Can Mariamne think me guilty too More than my Chains have done your Frowns will do Mariamne's Eyes out-vie her Brothers Pow'r I ne're was miserable till this hour Mar. Ungrateful is your Soul so much defaced Have I so ill a too fond Heart misplaced My Rival Mother does my Right remove And in affront to my rejected Love Your Scorn to Me you in her Shame make good Forcing her Virtue to prophane my Blood But perjur'd Man though you deserve so â—…ll Yet you shall find me Mariamne still To my past Favours I will add one more Thus I your Freedom and your Sword restore Unbinds him and gives him the Sword Live and in safety go and fly that Fate Which does th' unhappy Muly Hamet wait Muly H. My Sword and Liberty restor'd by You To one ungrateful false and perjur'd too Ah Madam if your Mercy can confer Such Bounty on a condemn'd Ravisher What nobler Favours would your Smiles dispence If Mariamne knew my Innocence Mar. Sir you mistake my Favours I have lent Your Freedom only as your Banishment That being releas'd you might Morocco fly Remov'd at once both from my Heart and Eye For should he stay Something like Pity in his cause would plead Till my faint Anger were in Triumph led aside Some Rebel Thought my ill-fenc'd Heart would win And treacherously once more let him in Go Ravisher take your offer'd Liberty And to some barb'rous unknown Desart fly Where Men have nought but Shape that 's humane there Where Virtue looks more ill than Monsters here Converse with wild and lustful Savages Live and inhabit any Seat but This. Points to her Breast Muly H. Divine but cruel Princess to whom Heav'n Has all its Titles but its Knowledg giv'n Else like their Pow'rs you could not want a Sence Of Muly
obey you and embrace my Doom With the same patience Saints do Martyrdom Only their Suffering's a Reward receive They Die to meet that Happiness I leave They Die that in their deaths they Heaven may find But in my Princess I leave Mine behind And my hard Exile does this Horrour bring I lose the power to serve so good a King So Good that 't would as great a Bliss confer To Die for You as 't is to Live for Her Since in your Kingdoms limits I 'm deni'de A seat may your great Empire spread so wide Till its vast largeness does Reverse my doom And for my Banishment the World wants room King I 'le hear no more But for this Audience know How much you to my gracious Favour owe. His Mercy 's great whose Patience is so strong To give a Traytor leave to Talk thus long Exeunt King and young Queen Mar. Farewel for ever When you 're gone and all Mariamne ever Lov'd or ever shall She sees no more Yet by despair made just Let not our Hearts take leave though our Eyes must Though you through wild and savage Desarts go No place so barren but where Love may grow Muly H. When to your ears some gentle breath shall bring The last Remains of a lost wretched thing That lived as long as he could gaze on You And shined till that inspiring Light withdrew If Fame vouchsafe words on a wretch so poor When you shall hear I was but am no more In my Lost seat let my Remembrance stay Give my Name life though Grief take Mine away Exeunt Muly Hamet and Mariamne severally Crim. Fate and our Wishes meet Q. M. His Exile is not all Our Treasons are not safe but in his Fall He Lives though he be Banish't and the Great Are never fully Dark'ned till they Set This Cloud may pass and He shine out once more But from your hand this favour I implore Pursue him out of Town and in disguise to Hametal With some dissembling Tale his Ears surprise Till your Confederate-Party has gain'd time To place an Ambuscade and Murder him Hamet Conclude it done Q. M. And your next step t' a Throne to Crimalhaz Must be dear Sir the Murther of my Son Crim. His Palace And the kind City's love 's so strong a Guard Th' Attempt within these Walls appears too hard Q M. But what that Bars this Easier way secures His Army and his Treasures Charge are yours To Morrow on the Plain before the Wall His Forces you t' a general-muster Call Then their Commander You shall in their Head His Army to the Mountain Atlas lead And to secure your Flight to night by Stealth Ransack his Treasury seize all his Wealth At first Alarm this will his Courage damp But by such Arts I his Resolves will sway I 'le work him from the Town up to the Camp And safe into your Hands his Life betray But when Your Throne I on His Grave have built Remember Love was Authour of my Guilt Crim. This work which we so roughly do begin Zeal and Religion may perhaps call Sin No the more Barb'rous garb our Deeds assume We nearer to our First perfection come Since Nature first made Man wild savage strong And his Blood hot then when the world was Young If Infant-times such Rising-valours bore Why should not Riper Ages now do more But whilst our Souls wax Tame and Spirits Cold We Only show th'unactive World grows Old Exeunt Crimalhaz and Young Queen Hamet Muly Hamet Bleeds the next To him who Climbs by Blood no track seems Hard The Sence of Crimes is lost in the Reward Aspirers neither Guilt nor Danger Dread No path so rough Ambition dares not Tread Eâ—…it Finis Actus Tertii Act the Fourth Scene the First Enter King Attended King HOw Crimalhaz up to the Mountains fled And with him the Morocco Forces led Oh Rebel 1. Lord. Sir he only does pursue That Treason which you lent him Pow'r to do He was your Treasurer and has made bold To be too strict a Guardian of your Gold All your Crown-Jewels and your heaps of Wealth He in the Night convey'd away by Stealth And now Encamped on Atlas skirts he by your Gold Has Rais'd new Forces and Confirm'd the Old With that he Bribes your Army to his Cause And after him new Trains of Rebells draws King Oh Prophane Gold which from infectious Earth From Sulph'rous and Contagious Mines takes Birth It grew from Poysons and has left behind Its native Venome to infect Mankind Rapes Murders Treasons what has Gold not Don If it has ever any Glory won Given to Reward a Virtue or decreed T' a Pious use or Charitable deed That Sacred Powr's but borrowed which it bears Let from their Royal Images it wears Enter Queen Mother 2. Lord. I am afraid his Thoughts fly High his Dreams Have little less than Empires for their Theams King On what Ill subjects I my Favours cast Him high in Pow'r and Honours I have plac'd Kings Bounties act like the Suns Courteous smiles Whose rayes produce kind Flowers on fruitful Soyles But cast on barren Sands and baser Earth Only breed Poysons and give Monsters Birth 2. Lord. Let not too far your Fears your Peace molest Perhaps you 've mis-interpreted his Breast You know that Crimalház his ' High Command Was formerly in Muly Hamets hand He who forced Favours both from Fate and Fame Made War a Sport and Conquest but a Game And therefore he perhaps to Act some Deed Which Muly Hamets glory may exceed Has for his Mistress from the common Rouâ—… Of the worlds beauties singled Honour out And that which makes him his Designes disguise He 'll make his flight of Honour a surprize King No he 's a Traytor and he 'll use my Pow'r Not to Promote but to Usurp my Crown Pow'r swoln too High destroys not guards as show'rs Luxurious grown what they should Cherish drown Our Swords in Loyal hands may act great Things Be both the Glory and Defence of Kings But when misplaced those Arms our Ruins be As Mountains bulwarks are at Land but Rocks at Sea Q. M. Can you Rebellion fear or any thing Who are my Son and great Moroccoes King If he be False you can't resist your Fate If True his aim will be to guard your State But grant he would some Traytrous act performe Accept my Counsel to divert the Storm Up to the Mountains strait and visit Him Your Awful sight may check an ungrown Crime Out-face his Treason e're his Rise begin Men Bashful are i' th' non-age of a Sin King Madam your dauntless spirit would breath fire To breasts as cold as Age. I must admire Your Courage but your Innocence mistakes Your Goodness in my Cause weak Iâ—…dgment makes Your Thoughts can't Reach the flights which Treason takes Q. M. You 've hit my Thoughts Alas I am too good Treason 's a Thing I never understood But yet I understand what 's High and Brave He dares not Sir
Traytors Executioner Good Gentle Kind give me the Dagger back For mine for His For Heav'n and Justice sake Cannot my Tears and Prayers your heart o'recome If my Request appear too burdensome Grant but this one that pointed Steel restore And I 'le not live to ask you any more Q. M. Oh cruel Queen What has your fury done That made You lose a Husband me a Son This Realm a King the World a Virtue grown Too fit for Heav'n but not to go so soon Y. Q. Mother it does a much less wonder seem That I 've kil'd him than that you blame the Crime Was it not You that arm'd me to this guilt Told me I should a Ravishers blood have split No 't was by your design my Husband fell You in this Masque have over-acted Hell Q. M. Alas she Raves See how her rage begins But madness always ushers in great Sins This is no News to that which she has don She was distracted ere the Masque begun Alone I saw her in a posture set As if she thought of something High and Great Strai't with a more than common rage inflam'd She mov'd star'd walk'd storm'd rag'd curst rav'd damn'd With a distorted look she tore her hair Unsheath'd her Dagger and gave Wounds to th' Air Her face discolour'd grew to a deep red As if her looks presag'd that blood she shed Then with an infant Rage more soft and mild She plaâ—…d with madness leap'd sung danc'd and smil'd Why did not Heav'n this Mystery unfold Her frantick Rage his Death too plain foretold Had I foreknown you did this blow design To strike his Heâ—…t you should have peirc'd through mine Y. Q. Think you there is a God or have a Soul That on my score dare such false crimes enroule I' st not enough that my dear Lord I flew But must be Actor and Designer too No barb'rous stepmother 't was you alone Guided that hand that kil'd your King and Son Q. M. Observe how idly her wild fancies walk But she who acts so ill as ill may talk who 'd think a thing so young so soft and Fair Could be so kind a Husbands Murderer But see when Heaven commands its gifts away The Wits and Sences lost the Soul may stray Y. Q. Oh perjur'd Woman how can you invent This feign'd disguise to appear innocent Q. M. 'T is pity Fate such Beauty should misplace So stain'd a Heart and yet so fair a Face Y. Q. Impostor speak if Conscience have a Seat In Traytors breasts was it not You whose Cheat And Cunning did my fatal hand engage At once t' a Murder and a Sacriledge To kill my King and rob mankind of more Vertue than ere dwelt in one Brest before Q. M. Divert thy Frenzy Child some other way Oh my dear Daughter try if you can Pray Y. Q. How she disowns that blood which she has spilt Treason with her is but a modest guilt Q. M. Our presence will but raise her Passion higher T' allay her frantick Rage let us retire But of your Queen see that strict care you keep Wait her to her repose try if shee 'd Sleep Sleeping some Angel may be kind And in a Dream t' her thoughts her guilt present That when this fit is o're she may Repent Here the Attendants carry off the King over whom the Young Queen Weeps Y. Q. Heav'ns since from You the power of Monarchs springs Sure you were bound t' have had more care of Kings Exeunt all but Q. Mother Crimalhaz and Hametalhaz Q. M. Now in her Death we must some way invent That of his blood we may seem Innocent First let her Face with some deep poys'nous Paint Discolour'd to a horrid black be stain'd Then say 't was as a mark of Vengeance given That she was blasted by the hand of Heaven And as a publick Spectacle expos'd Let her be in a burning pile inclos'd And whil'st the clouded Air reeks with the smoke Hire a magician by his art t' invoke A Train of Devils who in dreadful forms Waited by Earthquakes Thunder Winds and Storms Shall rove i' th' Air and with loud ecchoes houle As if they watcht to seize her flying Soul Thus will men think 't was only she that fram'd This Treason and that for the deed she 's Damn'd Crim. Bring back the Queen E're I see Justice don I with Morena will converse alone Enter Guards leading in the Young Queen Great Empress stay and hear my Story too How much I for an injur'd Queen dare do Discourses in whisper with the Queen Ham. The Emp'rours acting of the Masquers part His Murder and the management your Art And her feigned madness to our wish succeed Q. M. And more than this to have secur'd the Deed Had not Her hand struck home to back her Crime The Surgeons I had brib'd to poyson him 'T is not the blood of Sons nor Monarchs shakes Those resolutions which my Courage takes O're Fear and Vertue too I have this odds My Wâ—…ll's my King my Pleasures are my Gods Exâ—…nt Q. M. Ham. Manent Crimalhaz Y. Queen Crim. Sâ—…nce I 'm a Monarchs Heir may I not own An equal Title in his Love as Throne If you 'l accept so mean an Offering You shall not want a Lover nor a King My kindness shall supply Y. Q. Hold Do you mean This oâ—…er'd service to an injur'd Queen How Sir is my dead King so far remov'd That I am past remembrance that I lov'd Admit new Courtships and with the same Eye Behold a murder'd Soveraigns Ghost stand by I thought your profer'd kindness had been this T o've sentenced me to mix my blood with his T o've told me I should Die and dying have The Happiness of sleeping in His Grave Crim. Death is guilts due Yours is a gentler Doom You may enjoy my Throne but not his Tomb. I know your Innocence and Vertue You This fatal Deed from some false Copy drew And I begin to think your Mothers Heart Has Poyson in 't what-ere her looks impart But to revenge a Murder'd King I 'le â—…ound This Treason till the utmost Depth be found And to such pains the Authors I 'le condemne That to the World I 'le your lost Fame redeem Y. Q. A Kings Revenge so brave an act will be That you 'l at once Oblige both Heaven and Me. And his blest Spirit in the Skyes must owe A Debt which he has left unpaid below Crim. That trifling score one smile from you will quit And sure you are so kind to pay his Debt Y. Q. My Thanks are granted e're your Suite is heard Crim. I must have more than Thanks for a reward Y. Q. The Glory of the deed requites the pains Crim. But Glory only in your Favour Reigns Y. Q. That Breath I cannot must not understand Crim. Love needs but little art to be explain'd Y. Q. Love stop that barbrous Breath In a new Love I stab his Image and profane his Dust. Crim. But not to love
your Champion is unjust Y. Q. Your Service I accept your Love take back Crim. None hate the giver who the present take Why can't your Heart Y. Q. Why can't your Arm revenge A King without my Heart paid in exchange Know though you basely trade with Loyalty My Love my Kings revenge does over-buy Go Mercenary man I will resigne His Vengeance to the hand of Heaven not thine Crim. Let such harsh words be by tame Lovers borne My Passion is too rough to bear your scorn Y. Q. And must my Heart at such a price be sold Thy Seat Usurpt before thy Blood is cold This was thy Right and though thy Death I gave Who lov'd the Martyr will the Reliques save My Heart by none but thee was ever won I 'le guard the Trophy though the Conqu'rour's gon Aside But stay This Grant is to revenge thy Blood And on that score no Offering's too good I should scorn Love Life Honour Empires all To strike their Heads whose Treason wrought thy fall Can you on no less terms my King revenge Crim. No second Thoughts my Resolution change Since all I act is only for your sake Love must accept those offers Love does make Y. Q. Well Sr my Heart is won Your Seige remove I condeâ—…cend to any thing but Love Retreating from him Resign that Heart that 's His Heav'ns shall I live to act so great a Sin To right a Monarch must I damn a Queen Be gon I hate thee now worse than before Descend to thee No I that Thought abhorre And though his Blood does loud for Vengeance call I know â—…ee'd scorn his Queen so low should fall Though I have lost a King I 'm not so poor The Temple raz'd the Ruines I 'le adore Crim. My Love 's too fierce long Seiges to attend You 've lost â—… Servant and your King a Friend offers to go Y. Q. Stay No be gon I scorn thee Yet Sir stay Hopes of Revenge so much my passions sway That what would I not do for Justice sake Where the assault's so strong here Conqu'rour take Gives her hand Crim. Oh my best hopes Kisses her Hand Y. Q. My friendship give my Love My Love my Soveraigns Right I rate above The Ransome of a world and if thy hand Does not perform what his loud wrongs demand Thou art his Murderer Crim. But when you see that murderer wear his Crown You shall too late repent your haughty Frown Offers to go Y. Q. Hold ere the pleasures of Revenge I 'le want Invader here what e're you ask I 'le grant Crim. Oh Charming Excellence Y. Q. But Sir Loving too soon I shall convince the Faith Of Men that I design'd my husbands Death Crim. 'T is true some marks of sorrow should be worn To please the World I le give you time to mourn Y. Q. When you 've appeas'd his Ghost and th' angry Pow'rs Above and to his sacred Memory My last debt 's paid all that I am is yours Crim. My Vow 's the same First to Revenge I 'le fly With Traytours Blood I 'le entertain your Eye E're you 're my Queen and wear a second Crown I 'le build a Scaffold first and then a Throne Exit Y. Q. I 've found the way Oh my dear Lord though now Death does embrace what to my Arms is due I 'le keep My Vow to Him and Love to Thee Entire No second King shall to this Throne aspire Points to her Breast To Thee my last Debts payment shall be this I 'le die and dead all that I am is His. In thy Revenge when I 've Triumphant stood On Traytors necks amid'st a Scene of Blood Morena's hand shall wash the stain She wears As Condemn'd men turn Executioners To expiate thy blood I 'le let out mine And triumph in my fall who mourn for thine Then with a gentle gale of dying sighs I 'le breath my flying Soul into the Skies Wing'd by my Love I will my passage steer Nor can I miss my way when You shine there Exit The Fifth Act. Enter Crimalhaz attended as King Crim. THough on the Blood of Kings my Throne I 've built The World my Glory sees but not my Guilt Mysterious Majesty best fits a Throne They Vertuous seem whose Vices are unknown Men have ador'd and have made Offerings To unknown Gods why not to unknown Kings Enter Ham. Ham. Your Guards are set your forces on the Walls And in the Streets are rank'd in fighting forms Expecting when the martial Summon calls And Taffaletta this proud City storms For our last Scouts which newly are come in Tell us th' assault will in few hours begin Crim. I thank him â—…or this War he has begun The number of my Foes enhance my Crown It does a worth on Kings as Beauties set To have our Rivals numerous and Great But is th' imprison'd Princess whom your Sword Ravisht from Muly Hamets hand secur'd From the Worlds knowledg Ham. Royal Sir I have The pride to be her Jaylor and her Slave Aside Crim. Muly Hamet and Mariamne are the last Of the Imperial Race that have not past To th' other World to make me room in this But though your hand did of his murder miss Howe're his exile has restrain'd his Pow'r And her I have conceal'd within the Tow'r But should she be discover'd and I found Her Jaylor her restraint would horrid sound I am not safe then till I see her Dead You therefore shall present me with her Head Aside Ham. Mariamnes Head presented by my Hand I 'de first strike his that gives me that Command For since that Beauteous Prisoner was my charge Her charming Image did my Soul enlarge At the approach of so Divine a Guest I 've shook my late familiars from my Breast The thoughts of Mischeifs Villany and Blood By her fair Eyes inspir'd I dare be good Exit Enter Queen Mother Q. M. Though your Deâ—…igns have met so great Success Doe not forget I was your Patroness And she to whom you made this solemn Vow to Crim. That I should share that Throne I rais'd you to Crim. The highest Seat in all but Monarchs Breasts Should be by th'high'st of Passions Love Possest But Kings in so sublime a Region Move They have Concerns that must take place of Love My Subjects call for Veng'ance and I must To the dead King before my Love be Just. Then give me leave to prosecute his Death First wear the Cypress then the Myrtle Wreath Q. M. Bring in the Queen If She delay our Love Let out her Blood and those weak Bars Remove Enter Guards bringing in the Young Queen Muly Labas his Queen and Murderer To Expiate his Death you are Summon'd here To prove how much the World by you has lost And what Atonement's due t' a Monarch's Ghost Y. Q. Yes Madam when great Princes Die I 'de have Their Majesty kept up beyond the Grave Such streams of Blood should for their Murders pay Their Ghosts should have a Train as great
as they Q. M. See Sir she begs her Death as a Reward Use Charity do not her Bliss retard to Crimal aside Crim. In Common Murders Blood for Blood may pay But when a Martyr'd Monarch dies we may His Murderers Condemn But that 's not all A Vengeance hangs o're Nations where they Fall Q. M. No Tedious Introductions to her Death Good Sir make haste more business and less Breath Crim. Who wears his Crown can best defend his Cause I 'le on his Murderer Execute such Laws The Rigour of my Justice shall declare How high I rate that Majesty I weare Q. M. No Prologues to her Death let it be done I could have kil'd ten Queens while you are judge One. Crim. Therefore to prosecute his Death Q. M. Speak Home Crim. I on his Murderer must Pronounce a Doom Q. M. No Mercy be Severe Crim. As may Express I can't do more nor can his Blood ask less Guards I on You that Office do Confer Obey my Orders seize This Murderer Here the Guards seize the Q. M. Thy poyson'd Husband and thy murder'd Son This injur'd Empress and Moroccoes Throne Which thy accursed Hand so oft has shook Deserves A blow more Fierce than Justice ever strook Q. M. Q. M. Inhumane Villain Monster Devil Strugling in the Guards Crim. Silence her Fury Stop her poyson'd Breath And check her growing outrage by her Death But since to Me you 've been so kind t' impart Some Favours and a Title in your Heart In Gratitude and Honour you shall have This Mercy to walk gently to your Grave Bid my Physitians a strong Draught prepare And leave her Execution to their Care Q. M. Ungrateful Slave Crim. Go I 'le not hear her Plead No Arguments shall save a Traytours Head All his Revenge demanded I have done to the Y. Queen Perform your Vow accept my Love and Throne Q. M. Hold Sir I ask not Life such acts of Grace Your Bounty may on little Sinners pass My Sins are but too Capital My Son And Poyson'd Husband What have I not don So many Treasons and such bloody Rage Would sink an Empire and defame an Age. No sound but Deaths harsh Name my Soul could Daunt Now all my Sins my frighted Conscience Haunt Guilt onely thus to guilty Minds appeares As Syrens do to drowning Mariners Seen onely by their Eyes whose Deaths are Nigh We rarely see our Crimes before we Die And now they 're seen I 'm with such Horrour strook They seem so large I dare not Upwards look Where 's all my Confidence and Courage driven Guilt ne're grows bashful till it thinks of Heaven Though I want Pow'r to ask for Mercy there I will look down and beg my Pardon here Kneels to the Y. Q. Fair Innocence I for your Pardon sue T' a condemn'd Traytour but a Mother too Let her repenting Sighs her Griefs impart Who thus Offers her Tears and thus thy Heart Stabs the Young Queen Die Rival and Die Traytour Runs to stab Crimalhaz but being stopt by the Guards stabs her self Then Die Thou Crim. Morena Kild Q. M. Yes Sir and I 'de have don the same for You. But since my Dagger has so feebly don Missing thy Breast I 've sent it to my own If some kind Devil had but took my part I 'had pierc'd thy Bosom as I 've don thy Heart Curse on weak Nature which my Rage unman'd A Masculine heart linkt with a Female Hand My Stars had been more just had they design'd Me less of Hell or less of Woman-kind Y. Q. T' express my Gratitude thus low I Bow to the Q. M. Murder was ne're an act of Grace till now Your Curteous Arm retrived mine from a Guilt Morenas Hand Morenas Blood had spilt Had not that stroke more kindly been decreed You ne're did act a Mother till this Deed Here I perform my Vow To Crimalhaz giving him her Hand When I 've resign'd My Soul to Him take all I leave behind Thy death Dear Saint reveng'd and mine so near Such charming objects to my Thoughts appear In hopes I shall meet Thee my Joy's so high Methinks I visit Heav'n before I die My mourning Soul durst ne're one thought encline To sense of Joy till it drew nigh to Thine Heaven's Blisses are a prize Love only Wins Where my Life ends my happiness Begins Dyes Q. M. Is this your Thanks for all her Love has done Who staked her Soul to raise Thee to a Throne Durst you Perfidious Villain with one Breath Pronounce Her Coronation and my Death But I 've remov'd that Rival Thanks to Me Her wandring Soul is mounted to a Cloud But you may Court her still in Heav'n if she Can hear so far and you can talk so loud Crim. Though against Me your Rage had just pretence Yet how durst you assault such Innocence Q. M. Let single Murthers Common Hands Suffice I Scorn to kill less than whole Families In all my Race I nothing find that 's ill But that I 've Barren been and wanted still More Monarchs to dethrone more Sons to Kill My Actions are scarce worth the Memory And I am yet too Innocent to Dye Had but my Hand performed thy Murther too I should meet Death with smiles upon my Brow But Oâ—… my Spirit 's Faint yet I have Breath Enough to make a Prayer before my Death If there be such a place as yeilds abodes To Souls that scorn the company of Gods May I in Hell hell's greatest Torments bear Provided 'tis thy Doom to meet me there Dyes Crim. Infection stick upon thy blasted name Thou Foile to Monsters and thy Sexes shame to Q. M. But here my Heart to Pity does Incline to Y. Queen Till now I smil'd at blood but sigh for Thine Vertue farewel I could bewail thy Fate But 't is a Cowards Crime to grieve too late Fury's the Mourning garb great Spirits weare From this day for thy sake no Lives I 'le spare I will send â—…housands to attend thy shade Lust made me King Love has a Tyrant made Remove those breathless objects those dumb shows Of Majesty now I 'le for deeds prepare This morning must begin and end a War Kind Taffalet does for my presence Call I am invited to his Funeral The little Champion with impatience waites To beg a Tomb before Morocco's Gates And rather than his lingâ—…ing Fate delay I 'le with my Army take a walk that way His heat of blood and lust of Crowns shall cease Lasht to a Calm and cool'd into a Peace Enter Hametalhaz in hast a sound of Trumpets heard from within Ham Your Army 's routed ere the War 's begun The City taken and your Empire won And this surprising Conquest is not gain'd â—…y Taffalets but Muly Hamets Hand Crim. Muly Hamet from his banishment return'd Ham. Yes at the News of th' Emperours Death Concern'd That his great Master was by you betray'd He came to Taffalet and frankly made A proffer of his Sword which brave demand Was by the generous