by Heaven But the poor Lady arm'd with Innocence May pour forth Favours to Unthinking Men Whose Vanity may make her Vertuous Freedom Seem to the World a Blemish of her Mind Loc. By Heaven and thou say'st right our Foolish Youth Cannot be Judges of a Real Vertue Their Folly is the only Glass they look in And what to Noble Minds shou'd Beauteous seem To them appears Deform'd Arsaracus I thank thee And tho' I know her Soul is clear as Day Yet in her Conduct she may chance to err Ars. 'T is true my Lord clear Souls still take most Freedom Loc. I 'll instantly Attend upon my Love And with my strictest Care contrive a way To stop the Censure of Unknowing Fools Whose Judgment Indiscretion over-rules Exit Ars. Now Coreb now if thou but keep thy Promise How many Wrecks will tear his hated Soul But should his swelling Rage burst forth on her And Passion thrust him on her Innocent Life Then what I have with Care strove to obtain Must be fast lock'd in the Cold Arms of Death I cannot bear the thought on 't O my Coreb If thou hast News of Joy declare it quickly Enter Coreb. Cor. 'T is done 't is done my Lord I left the Prince Tearing the Ground like an entangled Lyon Ars. Hast thou succeeded then Cor. Beyond my Hopes Soon as the Potion had its wish'd Effects Amarante did retire into her Chamber Where on her Couch she laid her self to rest The young Lord Sozismond whom I had before Drawn from the Company on pretence of Business Sate himself down and in a little time The drowsie God of Sleep o'repower'd him In which I by the Assistance of two Knaves That I had bought by Gold and Promises I laid him gently by the Countess's side And in that Posture has the Prince surpriz'd ' em Ars. And what 's become of Soâ—ismond Cor. I heard the Prince Give Order to the Guards for his Confinement And had not they stept in he had murder'd him But see he comes my Lord we had best retire Ars. Yes I will go and hug my self to think How easie 't is to make a Great Man wretched Exit Enter Locvinus followed by Amarante Amar. Yet stay and hear me Oh my honour'd Lord Thus on my Knees I beg you 'd give me Hearing Loc. How canst thou dare to be within my Presence Or think of living after thou hast wrong'd me Amar. When I do wrong you may I cease to live Loc. Nay prithee add not to thy impious Crime And varnish o're thy Whoredom with a Lye Had I but only heard not seen thy Falshood I cou'd not have believed tho' Heaven had spoke it But to behold ye clung like ' twisted Adders Tyr'd and doz'd o're your vicious Sin Let me not think on 't Get thee from my Sight Madness is busie Working in my Brain And all my Thoughts are bent on Blood and Murder Amar. Let it be so I 'm prepar'd for Death And tho' I 'm sure 't was the curs'd Power of Magick That cast this Darkning Mist over my Fame Yet I will kneel and grow beneath your Feet Till I have made you sensible you wrong me Loc. I beg thou wou'dst not tempt my Justice long For I do love thee tho' I know thee false And O bear Witness you Immortal Powers I throw thee from my Sight with greater Pain Than our first Parents left their Paradice For tho' thy Canker'd Soul is Spotted o're Thy Face is still enrich'd with all its Beauties Amar. What shall I say or how shall I convince you Loc. There 's not a Possibility in Nature And all the Pleasure thou canst give me now Is to retire and never see me more Amar. Since it will please my Lord I will be gone But when I 'm dead as I shall quickly be For long I cannot bear this Separation May Heaven that sees how I 'm with Wrongs opprest Make my Truth known and I shall be at rest Exit Loc. You swelling Mountains that o're-view the Earth Fall now make me eternally unseen Philosophy contract thy Meek Sage Brow Let Patience be no more thy Saint as soon Give Medicines to the Dead bid Statues walk And Angry Winds sleep Quiet in the North As soon bid empty Lyons play with Kids And bid the shaggy Scythian Mourn and Weep As Virgins do when they Interr their Loves The blind and shuffled Elements that first In Chaos strove were not so opposite As this Religious Frost is to my Heat Patience thou art more fond than Teeming Wives Tamer then Sleep Divinity which calls Our Anger Sin and Courage Pride has sent This silly Cherubim to Earth this Patience The Coward 's Sword that only does Disarm Dull Sleep that neither can nor wou'd do harm Exit ACT IV. SCENE I. Continued Enter Hertius and Spungius Galy drest with fine Cloaths and a French Page Her COme on Brother Spungius good Times are come agen See what we have got by being in the Fashion And kicking that troublesome Companion Religion Out of our Consciences Spung. Ay ay Brother Hertius happy is he I say that can get into the Service of the Devil Page Page Monsieur Hert. What Answer did the Lady make to my Letter Page A Garzoone me was never so much put to 't before Jerne me have Pimp for all de Noble-men of France and receive much Lar-Ion but by Gar me have met wid nothing for my Good Inclination of Pimping for you but Kicks Buffets a Broken Pate Morbleu Spung. Why Sirrah Sirrah do ye intend to Serve in the Honourable Post of Page to our Worships and Grumble at a Broken Pate Page No Garzoone me shou'd no have Grumble if you had de Lady but by Gar she speak no much Love of him she put up my toder Maters Money in her Pocket And then Jerne she bid her Footman kick me down Stan's Her Well well I 'll deal well enough with her Page It had been well vor Monsieur a moy if her Footman had dealt well a by me Spun. Peace Sirra here 's the Devil's Privy Counsellor we must have a great Care of Grumbling in his Company Enter Coreb. Cor. Well my good Boys How de you find your selves since your new Service Her Why as the Devil would have it we are mighty well Contented Spun. We are only afraid we sha'nt have the Power to deserve these Mighty Favours the Right Worshipful Mr. Lucifer is pleas'd to Confer upon us Cor. Fear not 't is in your Power to serve him now Who is that with you Her That Sir 't is our Page We are resolv'd to live as great as we can that the Devil mayn't loose any Credit by us Cor. Well said I 'm come to Dine with you Spun. 'Faith Sir you shall be very welcome Cor. Nay you ought to bid me welcome since I bring my Fare with me Spun. In your Pocket Sir Cor. That you shall see Waves his Wand and a Banquet rises they sit down and two
Scaramouch Men and two Scaramouch Women Enter and Dance Then two Harlaquin Men and Women After the Dance Coreb speaks Cor. You see how very kind I have been to you which Kindness I 'll continue if you 're Faithful Spun. Faithful Pray Sir don't be so unkind as to doubt us Command us to Hang our selves and to shew how Zealous we are we won't stay for Ropes but do it in our own Garters Cor. Then hear me Friends The Prince this Morning goes to meet the King Now I would have you two with others that I have imploy'd already to intercept him and when you behold the Lord Arsaracas in private Conference with him strike this into his Heart Gives a Dagger Her We 'll do 't Spun. Fear not we 'll open his Belly and Hang him in his own Guts Cor. Come on then be but firm and you shall prosper Her Never doubt us Sir Come Page Alon. Exeunt The SCENE changes to the Cliff of Dover Augusta Thamesis and their Followers rise out of the Sea and Sing CHORUS HAil Royal Albion Hail to thee Sent from the Gods to set us free From Bondage and from Slavery Thamesis Hark I am call'd old Father Ocean Calls my Tide Come away On the Mounting Billows dancing See the Royal Bark advancing The Waves the Wind and Sea Are all at Albion's dear Devotion 1st Triton See the Merry Boatswain too Has call'd his Iolley Crew Chorus Come come come c. A Dance of six Watermen Neptune See see the Sea Gods trim thy Sails Every Nymph in all her Pride 1st Triton Wafted by the Calmer Gales O're thy own Main Triumphant Ride Augusta Each Neried does her Locks adorn And every Triion minds his Horn The Lovely Mermaid too behold How she Combs her flowing Gold Without a Snare or Charm she sings Welcome to the best of Kings Chorus Welcome c. Apollo descends in his Chariot Apollo Albion all Hail Thou Sacred Head Heavens Darling Care no Danger dread For Walls of Fate thy Life Enclose The Plots of thy Malitious Foes Abhor'd above Expos'd below Their own dull Light shall shew Treason which her Infernal Train Worke in her Hellish Mines in vain Chorus Albion all Hail c. Apollo My Oracles declare When he has done His finish'd Work of Fate And broke the Universal Yoke A Smiling Race of Years his Reign shall Crown A Song in Three Parts AT Albion's Return this Happy Isle Dries up her Widows Tears And with a Smile Plumes like a Bride With Ioy and Pride The Meadows smile the Groves and Flowers are Gay All Nature chears up at this Great and Glorious Day Cho. At Albion's Return c. Enter King Locrinus and two Lords King How different is the Clime to what I left it My Kingdom sure is by Enchantment Govern'd Musick attends us both by Sea and Land Eccho's of Joy still hover round about us But for what Cause Heaven only can be Judge 1 st Lord. It shews that Heaven rejoyces at your Safety King I hope I have with strictest Care perform'd The Charge which Heaven and you have laid upon me But blame me not if I appear Concern'd At the Unusual and Surprizing Accidents 2 d Lord. I must confess my Liege 't is most amazing Enter a Messenger King Thou seemst in hast Quickly declare thy Message Mess. My Leige the Prince your Son with a small Guard Was hasting to your Majesty While Treacherous Arsaracus who bore him Company Did with a band of Ruffins fall upon 'em But a strong Party of your Guards approaching The Villains fled but were soon overtaken And Arsaracus with the rest are bringing hither King Is 't possible Cou'd Arsaracus play the Villain And to my Son a Prince that made his Fortunes From a mean State raised him to Power and Greatness Where is there Truth or Honour to be found If those whom we have foster'd in our Bosoms Should like ungrateful Snakes sting to our Hearts Enter Locrinus Arsaracus Hersius Spungius c. Prisoners The Prince Kneels Locr. Angels be Guardians to my Royal Father And Heaven with Blessings Crown his Virtuous Reign May Treason be a Stranger to his Realms And all the Plots of his Malicious Foes Fall doably on the Curst Contrivers Heads King Thank thee my Son Rise let me look a little To see where Villain 's writ upon that Man Not in his Face that bears a shew of Honesty His Person too cast in a Noble Form No 't is within and his Ignoble Soul All over does the stamp of Villain bear Locr. Sir on my Knees I beg you 'd calm your Anger For he has made me ample satisfaction And by his free Confession clear'd the Fame Of my ador'd my best lov'd Amarante King Cou'd any Villain dare to blast her Virtue Locr. The Story Royal Sir's too long to tell But give me leave Sir to perform my Promise Which was to spare his Life and on my Knees I beg that you will grant it King I will my Son But never more appear within my Kingdom Go wander thro the World like the first Murderer Thou needst no Mark thy Crimes will speak themselves Arsar I go and Noble Prince the Life you give I 'le wear in hopes that it may do you Service My banishment I do Embrace with Joy and I have now no farther use for Life But to repent I ever wrong'd such Virtue Exit Locr. Now Villain what canst thou say Dor. Why I am sorry I have tane such pains to do so little mischief King Drag him to the Gibbet Cor. I defie ye Laugh at ye And when you see me next take care of me Sinks King Amazing Span. What is he gone and left us Why Bro. Hersius we shall never be able to find the way to the Devil without him Locr. Now what can you expect ungrateful Villains Hers. Why we expect to be hang'd and I dare Swear you won't let us go without our Expectations King To Prison with ' em Leave 'em to the Law They are not worth our Anger Come my Son I thought by mildness to have rul'd my Subjects But I perceive they 'l rowze the sleeping Sword And force Revenge from their Offended Lord. The End of the fourth Act. ACT V. SCENE the Thames As the King enters the Cave of Proteus rises which consists of Twelve Arches of the Tuscan Order The Frontispiece is adorn'd with a Tritan a Neired and several Sea-monsters enrich'd with Mother-Pearl Coral and Sea-shells At the farther end Proteus appears with his Followers who come forward and sing A SONG Proteus ALbion belov'd of Earth and Heaven Bid rough War and Battel cease Return with Fame when thou hast driven The hunted Tyrant down and given Europe a Vniversal Peace Chor. Albion belov'd c. Proteus Albion Albion Heaven attends him Heaven its Guardian-Angels lends him Nor wonder Heaven's best smile defends him When for Heaven his Sword he draws His Standard's Heaven and Heaven 's his Cause King You great all-knowing Powers that rule
your Mistress Her Quit her hang her a Man cannot thrive worse if he served the Devil Cor. How the Devil I 'll tell ye what now of the Devil he 's no such horrid Creature Cloven-Footed Black SaweerEy'd his Nostrils breathing Fire as these Lying Religious Fools wou'd make you believe Spun. No! Cor. No no he 's more Loving to Man than Man to Man is Her Alack good Gentleman how is he wrong'd Spun. Wou'd we two cou'd come acquainted with him Cor. You shall he 's a wondrous Good Fellow Loves a Cup of Wine a Whore or any thing Her Do's he love a Whore say you Cor. Oh mightily Her ' Gad I 'll help him to one then she is not very handsome but she 's well enough she offer'd her self to the Play-houses and they refused her and if once the Players refuse her I 'm sure she 's fit for no Body but the Devil Cor. Well said my Lad 't is ten to one in a short time I bring him to the Tavern to you Spun. ' Gad I 'll bespeak the best Room in the House for him But pray Sir Does the Devil pay Two Shillings a Flask for his Wine Cor. Oh always Spun. Then I find he has some Relation to us Britans he 'd never suffer himself to be made such a Bubble else But pray do's the Devil love Dancing Sir Cor. O yes extreamly Loves Dances but of a different sort to what you have here I 'll shew you to divert you the Fashion of his Country Spun. O Lord Sir you 'll oblige us woundily Coreb waves his Wand and a Misty Cloud rises out of the Earth as it ascends a great Wind-mill is discovered out of which comes Millers and Countrey Women who Dance After their Dance the Wind-mill is changed into a Witch out of which come several Devils who Dance with the Witch and then sink Cor. Now what think ye Her Think Why I think I shall never be at quiet till I 'm with the Devil Cor. If you knew him so well as I do you 'd be more impatient Why there 's nothing you can ask him for but immediately it 's brought ye Ask for a handsome Whore you have her presently Spun. And will the Devil keep the Door Sir Cor. No no that 's below his Dignity but he has those ready at hand that will Spun. But pray Sir when shall we enter into Service for I 'm impatient Cor. To morrow Morning but one Piece of Service you must do me first Her Any thing Pray be pleas'd to Command us I 'll not scruple any thing that may be serviceable to you upon my Word Spun. Nor I tho' 't were to hang my Mother and Ravish her afterwards Pray Sir what is 't Cor. 'T is this the Prince and the young Lord Sozimon this Day Feast with your Lady I 'd have you put this into her Drink and you be mindful to Spice the Lord Sozimon's Bowl with this and when your Feasting's over let me privately into your Lady's Chamber Her Into her Chamber Ay Sir into her Bed if your Worship pleases Cor. Well said Do this and you shall both be happy Spun. Never fear us Sir I gad I 'll Pepper my Lady's Bowl I 'll warrant you Her And I my Lords as I hope to be acquainted with the Devil Exit Her and Spun. Cor. Poor helpless Fools How greedily for Gold Wou'd these vain Wretches sacrifice their God Now proud Augusta is thy Ruine near Nor will I let my Art be bassled longer But I must watch a Time when Seraphino Is absent from the Mighty Charge he holds See where Augusta comes with Thamesis Now were a Time to check her Tow'ring Pride And lay her Lofty Palaces in Dust. Angelo seen in the Air with Hermes I 'll do 't But ha my Ancient Enemy Is still at hand to vanquish my Designs But tho' I now am of Revenge debarr'd If Hell have Power thou shalt not long escape me Exit Ang. 'T is false malicious Fiend No poor Augusta Thou art the Care of Heaven by whose Command Hermes and I do hover still about thee Iris by Iuno is already sent To Guard thy Most-Lov'd Monarch safe to Land And bless his Country with his Wish'd for Presence Mercury sings SEE the opening Clouds divide asunder And see see yonder The Angry Wife of Jove descending from Above More loud than all Jove's Thunder Juno descends on her Peacock As it comes near the Stage the Clouds opon and discover the Tail of the Peacock which is so wide it almost covers the Stage Juno comes forward and sings Juno No Hermes no all Quarrels cease In Heaven as well as Earth 't is Peace Jove by the Stygian Lake has swore His Wandring Love shall Rove no more Thamesis sings Great Queen who shin'st with those bright Beams Whose Glory gilds my Streams See what Bending Knees we pay Thee Thus Adore Thee thus Obey Thee Augustina sings Bright Queen of Hymen's hallow'd Fires The Sovereign of all Chast Desires That with true Ioy the Genial Bed inspires See what Bending Knees we Pay Thee Thus Adore Thee thus Obey Thee Chorus Great Queen c. Iris descends on a Rainbow and comes forward Juno Say Iris say from the Battavian Strand What News hast thou brought o're Hast thou Obey'd my Great Command And brought Great Albion safe to Shore Iris. Neptune his Brother Lord o' th' Ocean And his Sea-Nymphs whole Devotion Venus in her Sholl attends him Her Fair Hand and Smiles she lends him Thousand Prayers to â—aft him o're And carefully has brought him safe to Shore See see the Crowds and Ioys all round Welcome Thunders all before Till the Gods Ioyn in the Chorus Welcome Heaven and Earth resound Mercury If Mortals Laugh and Sing 'T is time we Gods take Wing To mount and send her down The Guardian of his Crown Astrea who from Earth was driven Till Albion call'd her back from Heaven Chorus Then all prepare to Sing his Fame Sing all Sing all Great Albion's Name For 't was by Mighty Iove Decreed This Island should by him be freed While this Chorus is Singing Juno Iris and Mercury ascend After the Musick Augusta speaks Aug. Come Thamesis prepare to meet our Lord Let him glide gently on these Silver Streams While I with all my stately Towers prepare To welcome him from his long Toyls of War Exit Enter Arsaracus and Locrinus Ars. Hear me but out my Lord. Loc. Forbear to tempt me With the least sound against her Constant Vertue I should as soon believe the Queen of Night Wou'd mount the Fiery Chariot of the Day And to that God resign her Chastity As my dear Aramante injure me Ars. My Lord I bear the same Belief with you But when I hear so many busie Tongues With Private Publick Whisperings proclaiming The Great Dishonour of my Much-lov'd Prince My Duty and Allegiance both start up And bid me shew my self your Real Friend Loc. Why dost thou think she 's false Ars. Not I
A NEW OPERA CALLED Brutus of Alba OR Augusta's Triumph As it is ACTED At the THEATRE in Dorset-Garden By His Majesty's Servants LONDON Printed by W. Onley for Sam. Briscoe at the Corner of Charles-street near Russel-street Covent-garden MDCXCVII Having received very large Encouragement already from several Persons of Honour and Quality there will speedily be Publish'd A Second Volume of Familiar Letters written by the late Lord Rochester the Duke of Buckingham and Sir George Etherege If any Gentlemen are willing to Oblige the Publick with any Letters of those Honourable Persons they are desired to send them to Sam. Briscoe in Covent-Garden who will Print them in the next Volume Dramatis Persona Brutus Locrinus Arsaracus Coreb Hersius Spungias La Friske WOMEN Amarante Ragusa SINGERS Augusta Thamesis Apollo Juno Hermes Iris Pluto Alecto Minos Proteus Fame Neptune Bacchus Cupid Mars Nestor Tritons Angello Seraphino Airy Spirits TO Sam. 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Your Friends and Servants GEORGE POWELL JOHN VERBRUGGEN BRUTUS of ALBA OR AUGUSTA's TRIUMPH ACT I. SCENE I. The SCENE is The River of Thames the Prospect reaches as far as can be seen from the Bridge in a clear Day On one side of the Stage lies Augusta attended by Cities on the other Thamesis attended by Rivers Angello hovering in the Air. After a Symphony of Musick Angello speaks Angel WAke wake Augusta Thamesis awake Leave of your mourning for your absent Lord From the bright Court of Love I 'm hither sent To chear your Drooping Spirits and inform you The Guardian of this once Unhappy Island Returns with Safety from his Gallick Foes Tham. Oh thou Bright Vision Thus we kneel before thee Thus pay our Thanks to those Almighty Powers That have Preserv'd the Great the God-like Brutus Aug. O send our Albion send him quickly to us Guard him good Heaven Preserve him from his Foes For when he falls Augusta is no more Aug. Once more I charge you to dismiss your Fears For Heav'n has made him its peculiar Care Seraphino Descends See here the Guardian Heav'n has appointed Still to Attend and to Preserve his Person Hermes Descends in his Chariot drawn by Ravens Her And Hermes too appears to chear your Sorrows Hermes Sings Thou Glorious Fabrick stand for ever stand Well worthy thou to Entertain The God of Traffick and of Gain To draw the Concourse of the Land And Wealth of all the Main Augusta Sings O Hermes pity take Of her who Europe's Pride was seen And this fair Isle's Imperial Queen Albion's Darling Bride adorn'd Till my Absent Lord I mourn'd And whilst my Turtle-moans I make Oh Hermes pity take Thamesis Sings And I the Noble Flood who pour My Plenteous Vrn on her Rich Shoar No more the Prince of Fields I Reign Nor she the Queen of Albion's Fame Aug. Oh Hermes pity take Tha. Oh Hermes pity take Cho. To thee for pity now we call O! God-like Hermes pity all Mer. Cease fair Augusta cease thy Sorrow And tho' to Day thou mourn'st thou 'lt smile to Morrow Thy Morning Prayer and Evening Dreams Thy Albion with his smiling Beams Returns so Glorious Bright and Gay He Rivals the Great God of Day Chorus Our Albion with his smiling Beames Hermes While Gallick Foes which Envy see Your Monarch's happy Victory Augusta ought not to Despair For Albion's
I have with strictest Care assisted him But all my Magick Powers too weak alone For by my Art I find some Heavenly Being Some Guardian Angels has the Charge of Brutus That still prevents his and Augusta's Ruine Therefore once more I do implore your Aid PLUTO Sings OF all my whole Infernal Brood I 'll give you one well Nurst in Blood The Eldest Child of black Perdition One that is fit to serve Ambition Alecto See Noble Prince how ready he stands With Blood-shed Eyes and Crimson Hands Minos He the glorious Work will do For Mischiefs his Delight The Bloody Business then pursue And shrow'd his Glories in Eternal Night He was for mighty Mischief made Mischief is his Darling Trade Fury Great Prince I am at hand To Obey thy great Command And Fear not me For you shall see His great Renown I 'll soon pull down From its tow'ring Eagles Flight That soar'd high as the Poles To Creak with the Bat And Hoot Hoot Hoot with the Owles Chorus Then you Furies advance Lead lead up a Dance All shall be well And we 'll frolick in Hell For our Enemy now we are humbling Make his Subjects Rebel We shall soon fill up Hell And rejoyce while the Wretches are Tumbling Advance of Envy Cor. Now brave Arsaracus is there now a prospect That your vast wishes are to be obtain'd Arsa. I am a Man a Man not used to fear But at this fight each Artery is numb'd My Blood is chill'd and has not power to flow Say I shou'd now desist and go no farther Then may his Magick be employed on me To make me worse then Damn'd to make me see Despair in all its Forms to make me Mad And feel Hell here and a worse Hell hereafter Cor. What i' st my Lord you pause on Arsa. Oh I 'll tell thee The Image of those miserable Wretches In all their different yet Eternal Tortures Has quite Un man'd me blown out all that Fire Love and Ambition kindled in my Breast Cor. You would desist then Arsa. Yes I would ' my Coreb. Coreb. And quit the glorious Game you 'd so long Hunted Arsa. Ha. Cor. See the bright Amarante made your Rival's Her Beauteous Treasures Rifled by another Close lock'd within Locrinus's longing Arms Feasting on Pleasures while you feed on Pains And when he knows as he will surely know Your Treacherous Design to undermine him Oh what a grateful fight it must be to you To see your Honours all at once stript off And he that might have been a Monarch here Thrust out a poor Discarded Wanderer Arsa. No more O Coreb Thou hast fixt me now Firm as a Rock to our great resolution Methinks I see my self already Crown'd The trembling Fair brought blushing to the Temple The Priest prepared for the wish'd Ceremony The Night come on the Bridal Bed Adorn'd While I Transported with her powerful Charmes Do to the height of all my bliss make haste And for that happy Hour Forgive whose Ages of my Torments past Exit Coreb. Go on deluded Wretch thou shalt not cool Nor our great Masters Empire want for Subjects While Coreb rules on Earth Since Coreb by Heavens wrath is dasht to Hell Since all my hopes of future bliss are gone I 'll make more Fools into destruction run For 't is some pleasure not to fall alone ACT II. SCENE I. The Scene is a very pleasant Garden in the midst of the great Walk is a Fountain and on each side the Stage large Figures standing in Shells at the farther end is fill'd with Cascades Enter Amarante and Ragusa Amar. WHere is the pretty Talking Boy Ragusa I entertained this Morning Rag. He follow'd you into the Garden Madam Amar. And have you seen him Cloath'd Rag. As you commanded I think you 've well bestow'd your Charity Amar. 'T was pity he shou'd have remain'd a Beggar Each word he speakes methinks gives Harmony Pray call him hither for I love to see him Enter Seraphino like a Page Rag. He 's coming this way Madam Amar. Come hither Seraphino Sera Most honoured Lady I attend your pleasure Amar. Thy voice sends forth such Musick that I never Was Ravisht with a more Celestial Sound Were every Servant in the World like thee So full of Goodness Angels wou'd come down To dwell with us in this short day thou 'st given me More pleasure then my Life produced before But it grows late I 'd have thee go to rest I fear thy Youth cannot dispence with watching Sera O my dear Lady I could weary Stars And force the wake full Moon to lose her Eyes To watch and wait by you I 'm blest when with you Therefore my most loved Lady do not bid Your Boy that loves you to depart from you For then you 'll break his heart Amar. Be nigh me still then In Golden Letters I 'll set down this day Which gave thee to me little did I think To meet such Worlds of comfort in a Child When I beheld my little Beggar boy Craving an Almes which I with Joy bestow'd I did believe thou'sd prove my chief delight Sera I shall be proud if my poor weak endeavours Can please so good a Mistress Amar. I have offer'd Handfuls of Gold but to behold thy Parents I prithee my dearboy let me but see 'em Come be not ashamed Sera I am not I did never Know who my Mother was but by yon Pallace Till'd with Celestial Courtiers I dare assure you My Father is in Heaven and Noble Mistress If your Bright hour Glass do spend its sand No worse then it does now upon my life You and I both shall meet my Father there And he shall bid us welcome Amar. Pretty Child how Charming is his Language Enter Spungius and Hercius Now Sirs have you disposed my Charity as I ordered Spun. Disposed it yes Madam we have disposed it For my part Madam I 'm amazed at your Ladiships Bounty here have you out of your own Pocket To day reliev'd at least half a dozen Prisoners And this you think is Charity when to my knowledge Half of 'em eat well from the Basket before And now they 're out they can't tell where to get a dinner Her Ay ay Madam my Fellow Spungius says True here do you Fast and Pray and give to The Poor to save their Souls while they are Cursing Swearing Eating and Drinking to Preserve their Bodies Ama. How dare you call my Charity in question Sera My fellow servants I wou'd have you all Pitty the Poor think of the many Blessings That wait upon the Charitable hand The riches that you will enjoy hereafter For a small mite bestowed upon the needy Amar. ' This well said Seraphim and be sure You follow his good counsel Har Hark'e Brother Spungius who is this whipster Spun. Peace peace 't is my Lady's Page she found Him mumping at the Temple dore this Morning And out of his patches of Canvas and Buckham She has put him into Silks and Satten Her Ay
ay Brother she 's a Charitable Woman rest her Soul She took us from the Gallows as I take it and instead of a Brace of Halters about our necks bestowed a brace of Gold Liveries upon our Backs Spun. We must have a great care Hercius how we talk For that 's a Develish religious young spark He has entertain'd my Lady all this morning With nothing but discourses of Elizium Her Elizium Prithee what 's that Spun. Nay Faith I can't tell he says he 'l give us An account of it one time or other Amar. Come Dear Augusta the Air methinks grows cold Let 's in Rag. Walk this way Madam for if I mistake not I see my Lord Arsaracus coming yonder His looks are full of Joy I hope Ragusa He brings some News of my dear Lord's return Ragu Pray Heaven he may for I am still in fear His â—lighted love at last may turn to hate Enter Arsaracus Arsa. Madam I beg you 'd pardon this intrusion But I have news will give you double Joy The dazling Vertues that enrich your mind Has turn'd the Love which was by you despis'd To true repentance for my great presumption Ioanna O cou'd I but believe your words were real Cou'd I but think you had Master'd your wild passion I shou'd with Joy not Anger look upon you Rich. Then on my Knees behold me a true Convert My stragling thoughts of honour all call'd back My Duty and Alleigance fizt so firm That Heaven it self applauds and Hell cant change it Sera Heaven knows thy heart but Hell commands thy actions Rich. Now Madam since I have with humblest duty Express'd my sorrow for my bold presumption I hope you will recall your wonted goodness And tho I have err'd make not my error known To my much iujur'd Prince and Royal Friend Who is Arrived and with impatience Lost Directs his steps this way Ioanna Ha! What said you Is my dear Lord in safety then return'd Oh! for thy News be all thy faults forgotten For what thou hast said brings to my heart more Joy Then thy ten welcome Love before brought horror Rich. The Shouts and Trumpets do proclaim him near May you be still a blest and happy pair While life does last and Hell make hast to part you Aside Trumpets sound Enter Locrinus attended Locri. Enough good Heaven You 'ave recompenc'd my pains The Toils the Hardships and the many dangers I have pass'd through you now have well rewarded So when the Soul is from the body fled Driven by Convulsive torments from its mansion Is of a sudden snatcht to endless bliss And all the wounds that it received on Earth Healed at last by the sweet balm of Heaven Amar. Oh! My dear Prince my ever honour'd Lord Your sight brings joys to great to be express'd Now Farewell all my fears all my disquiets You like the Sun have chased those Clouds away That hung between my happiness and me Locri. Durst any sawcy fear invade thy breast A Mansion fit for Angels to inhabit O let no Cares ever approach my fair one The burthen of thy sorrows lay on me And all the blessings of the World be thine Arsar Ten Thousand welcomes to my much lov'd Lord And may success still wait upon his Armes May he continue still the pride of Europe And Love and Conquest Crown his Youthful brows Locri. Arsaracus my best and truest Friend Thou faithful Guardian of this most loved Treasure Were I the Monarch of this Glorious Island Nay were the Universe at my dispose I cou'd not in that vast extent of Riches Find out a Recompence for all thy care Ars. I am my Lord sufficiently rewarded The Joy of seeing you so safe return'd Brings double blessings to your faithful Servant Sera Dissembling Hypocrite Aside Ama. My dearest Lord the night comes fast upon us And the bleak Air compels us to withdraw Loc. We will my fairest let me have one look more Here cou'd I grow gaze upon thee ever For all the Beauties of thy Sex are in thee Devouring Cankers gnaw upon her Beauty Till she 's despised and scorned as I am by her Asidâ— Locri. Before the Sun has finish'd twice his course I shall have full possession of my wishes The King my love the King my Royal Fatheâ— Has given his Consent to make me happy And Crown my Joys with thy desired embraces Oh the distracting hours that are to come Till Hymens Torch light to our Nuptial bed Impatience makes me angry with the Sun Who has so little care of longing Lovers As not to change his constant lazy course Were he a pitying God he 'd Lash his Steeds And drive his fiery Chariot with such hast That the Circumference of the mighty Globe In one short hour shou'd be encompass'd round Amar. Oh that your love wou'd keep thus firm for ever Forgive me my dear Lord forgive my fears I do not doubt your Faith but my own Merits Locri. Thou Sha't not doubt I 'm suce thou need'st not doubt For the Poles are not firmer fixt then I am Heaven thô it cast our Bodies in two moulds Gave but one Soul which cannot be divided We my Ioanna the decrees of Fate Shall first be blotted from their Sacred Roules Bright Phebas round the World refuse to move And cease to Shine e'er I can cease to Love Ex Manet Rich. Arsa. The Curse of Jealousie infect your minds But wherefore does the knawing VVorm despair Posses me now now when my hopes stnnd fair To ruin him both in his Love and Fortune Coreb. Enter Coreb. Cor. My Lord. Arsa. My ever faithful Friend Now is the time now if thou would'st assist me Lend me thy speedy Counsel what to do Cor. My Lord I have follow'd hitherto your fortunes And cannot rest till I have shewn my self What I profes your true and faithful Servant I see the Princes Love is desperate but withal I see a way to quench his violent flame As thus We must infect his mind with Jealousie Arsa. That be your task the rest let me perform Rich. What dost thou mean Which way can he be jealous That has the heart of one chast as Diana Cor. The Young Lord Soizinus is an instrument the fittest we can work on I will find A means to bribe her Servant i' th' mean time Do you endeavour to Possess the Prince And nothing shall be wanting to your wishes Rich. I will consider on t Cor. It does not need Why are you melancholy come my Lord Sir down I will divert your restless mind Where are my Damons let me have Music there Still him if possible in spite of Love And let him nod into forgetfulness He waves his wand and behind the Fountain rises a Triton and a Sea Nymph who sing a Dialogue A Dialogue between a Triton and a Nayad Triton OH Turn and be kind my dear Nymph of the Flood I burn in cold Water Love's fire 's in my blood At the bate of your Face some but nimble and