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The conquest of China by the Tartars a tragedy, acted at the Duke's Theatre / written by Elkanah Settle ...
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Settle, Elkanah, 1648-1724.
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The kind Defender of his Soveraigns fame Who in defiance of the Tartars pow'r Went to the King as my Embassadour That War he has Proclaim'd I will pursue And paint my Glory by the lines he drew Orund. Your Father did by War gain his Renown Succeed him in his Courage as his Crown King Yes Daughter Though Kings in Death the unkind Gods think good Should levell'd be with common flesh and blood Though they debas'd us to Mortalâ—ty They gave us hearts which tamely scorn to dye Quitazo and Lycungus though you may No equal share in Loves Dominion sway Though to my Blood but one can be Alli'd Between you both I will my pow'r divide Our Military conduct I commend To your high Trust Our dearest Son and Fâ—end He in the Camp shall Raign and you at home All my State-Mandats through your hands shall come My Royal Signet's yours to guard my Crown To him I grant the Sword to you the Gown Open our Treasur's and with golden Charms Gold's the Religion and the Saint of Arms Raise all the Force that Interest can sway All who that pow'rful Leader will obey Who in distress an Empire would uphold Must build his hopes next to his Gods on Gold Our Treasur's and success consistent are Kings may speak Vengeance but their Gold makes War Here the King enters in dispute with Orunda and Quitazo in dumb shew Lycung A Gown 's not that my â—oaring wishes want Aside The Sword had been the more obliging grant The Sword in prudent hands has pow'r to raise More fruit from Victory than wreaths of Bays Wise Conquerors this Charity still own When Crowns and Diadems are weighty grown Ease their Kings brows and plant them on their own asidâ— But my dull Office does that pow'r deny A lazy Gown-man rarely mounts so high 'T is true in Wars that Treason in a Gown May sell a Kingdom but not wear a Crown King Daughter perhaps it may appear unkind To part two Lovers wh'are so lately joyn'd But as my Son 't is Honour calls him forth I must retard his bliss t' advance his worth Exeunt omnes but Orunda and Quitazo Quitaz Oh unkind King you act a cruel part Thus to engage my hand against my heart How shall I meet her kindness with what face To Counterfeit a Love is poor and base In that a Princess I betray and one Who with her Love presents me with a Crown And if I in the path of Honour tread And owning my aversion lose my Head Though to meet Death be nothing to the brave Yet when I think what 's buried in a Grave To lose Alcinda checks that bravery Such a Damnation makes me fear to dye Lovers like Sinners do resign their breath The loss of Heav'n is the greatest fear in death Direct me Gods Orund. So we 're alone and now That sullen Cloud that hung upon his brow No doubt my presence will with ease exhale I 'm suâ—e if Love can do'â— it shall not fail Who knows but all that â—ullenness might be His scorn of Rivals and his Pride of me 'T is little transports that a Voyce assume The Extasie is hâ—ghest when 't is dumb Quitazo I must approach her with what eager eye She darts these smiles by which my peace must dye Aside Her dangerous kindness how can I escape Was ever Ruâ—ne in so fair a shape Let your poor Slave thus low his homage pay Kneels You and the Gods should be ador'd one way The blessings you both show'r one current take Powr'd on Man-kind who no return can make Orund. How no return Quit. Yes Prayers and Offerings Desertless Mortal this poor Tribute brings Up to his Gods his Eyes and Vows may lift But what 's the breath ador's them but their gift What pretious Gums with which we Altars Crown But Fruits produc'd by their own Rain and Sun Orund. Strain not your Rhetorick to a point too high To accept your Vows I 'le lay my God-head by Though there are no Returns made to a God Let this blush say there are to flesh and blood Rise rise my Lord cease these ill-tim'd amours My Fate my King and Love have made Me your's Kneeling's a posture fawning Courtship gives To proud and scornful Mistresses not Wives Quit. That word has death in 't Aside But whom you raise to Honours so sublime Should by degrees to that high glory climb Consider first what Bliss that Grace design'd And banish next from his aspiring â—ind His own poor distant state and humble Birth They who reach Heav'n shake off the thoughts of Earth Then his enlightned brow and ravisht sence Prepare to entertain such Excellence So make all gay without all rich within To take the Royal Guest the mighty Conquerour in Orund. This Gallantry does but new flames inspire Aside Oh Love the Charm winds up still higher higher Why all this distance why this State to me What need of Parly's after Victory United hearts should no distinctions know Love finds all equal or else leav's 'em so Then Sir this generous Gallantry give o're Talk of high Blood Descents and Births no more Our Births are things of many years agoe Here is our business now Quit. What shall I do Aside Her fatal kindness still encreases more Alas my Ruine was too sure before But Madam whilst your Influence I survey And think how Nations must your pow'r Obey Can you imagine I of all Man-kind The most oblig'd rais'd by your smiles design'd To share your Throne should think no homage due To your great Name when the world pays it you Orund. Still of my Birth let this that thought remove gives him her hand I shall Rule Empires but I 'le yield to Love Quit. What Devil but my self would be unmov'd Aside By so much Charm thus Honour'd and thus Lov'd To see a Courting Majesty deny'd Madam my Soul I can no longer hide To Heaven Religiously this Vow I made That when it was my fate to Love t' invade My Mistress heart and lay a glorious Siege I 'de act some Deed extravagantly great Both to deserve and to confirm that Seat Since then the Tartar War has shew'd the way Let me my debt to Heaven and Beauty pay First shine in Wars and when your Vassal treads Upon your Foes the Conquer'd Tartars Heads He to the World his passion may proclaim When he has done Deeds worthy a Lovers Name Orund. Being in my Debt you 'l Bankrupt seem poor T' engage with Honour e're you pay Loves scoâ—e Quit. Madam I 've sworn and my King bids me goe And Majesty 's as Sacred as my Vow He calls me hence besides I should not dare Aspire to Mirtles till I Lawrels wear Orund. Hold Generous Sir that fond pursuit give o're To act your Vow already you 've done more Than Conquer'd Armys for you 've Conquer'd me And sure there is some distance or should be 'Twixt sending of poor Soldiers to their Graves Hirelings bred up for Death and born for Slaves
fierce Horrors which must Seize my Soul When all this sweetness Dies these Soft fires cool These Roses wither and that charming breath Stopt and untun'd by the harsh Hand of Death Shall all delight all Harmony give ore When those Fair Eyes take and give light no more Then Oh! then what harsh doom 's ordain'd for me Yet in that Plague this comfort I foresee Quitazo's destiny shall follow thine I too shall set that hour you cease to shine Alcin. To make Death lighter yet expect to see Half of the well-come burden Borne by me When Death takes you I 'le follow my dear Lord With open Armes I 'le rush upon the Sword Though it in Tortures comes fates power desy On Constancy and me look Back and Dy. Exit forced out by Villains Quit. Others on Heaven in their Misfortunes call T' ask pardon for their Sins that Cause their fall But when my fortune a just Lover bears The Gods should ask his pardon not he their's For 't is a stain to their Eternall State To Order such a Beauty such a Fate Exeunt Enter King of China and Lycungus King of China My Daughter poison'd for Alcinda's sake Could desperare Love this Barbarous progress take But since kind Sir you have disclos'd the fact And Seiz'd the Savage Poysoners in the Act See the Disguis'd Alcinda be secur'd Her distiny shall be a while defer'd Then Publickly let False Quitazo be Proclaim'd a Traitour to the State and me And in his Room to you my worthy Friend I the whole Charge of China's power Commend When thus Degraded all his fame 's expir'd His Sword rebated and his power retir'd Let him be brought to me Then for this fact These Lovers shall be both together rackt Then Dear Orunda from thy Heav'n look down And see that Vengeance which attends my frown Exit Lyc. A Sawcy Murmur does my peace molest And Greatness preach to my uneasiy brest Why am I not already great my hand points to his Sword Bears this and I an army do Command True But we rarely our own greatness Spy When we see greater than our selves Stand by At that damp thought my greatness Hangs her wing I am a General but not a King But how are we less than Kings Or Whence can they more Sense of Glory feel There 's Brightness in a Crown but Edge in Steel These Can Raise Majesty Or pluck it down Swords have Securer titles than a Crown But though we Souldiers through the World strike Awe We make Obedience but Kings give it Law And all the Trophies of a Conquering Sword Do but build Temples where their Name 's ador'd Men dread the Voice of Thunder but admire And Reverence the Gods that lend it fire Well whether an Arm'd hand or a Crown'd Head Be best or worst if my designs succeed I will aspire to both To ease my doubt Wear Sword and Crown and find the difference out 'T is he puts Reason to the Surest Test Who tryes and not disputes which is the best Exit The Fifth ACT. Scene the Camp Enter Zungteus attended Vangona in Disguise Zungteus WHat do I Live to hear my Father Dead By a Gangrene from a Poison'd Arrows head Vang Call it not Death when Monarchs leave mankind But a Translation t'an Immortal Throne All of him that was King in you is left behind And all of him that 's God to its proper seat is gon Zung. In Heaven great Saint Oblige thy mourning Son My Amavanga's Constellation find 'T is easy found for 't is the brightest there And Represent to her enlightned mind The Torment of a Lover in Despair Tell her from me when her you meet above That 't is my Piety Controles my Love Thou badst me quit Love's Race to follow Fame And dread Sir even in Death thy Power the same Thee gon I 'le pay my Duty to thy Name Revenge by a double Ty directs my hand Thy Blood calls louder now than thy Command Enter Palexus and Quitazo Quitazo kneels to Zungteus Palex. Sir the Degraded Chiness General Do's at your Feet an Humble Suppliant fall Zung. Rise Worthy Sir you are my Friend Distress Do's not make Distance greater or Worthless Your deprest Virtue such strong Bonds has ty'd Thou can'st not ask that thing shall be deny'd T' oblige desert's my Study and my Pride Quit. That God-like Mercy banisheth Despair Now I dare speak when you are pleas'd to hear And Pardon'd Sinners make the Boldest Prayer I have a Mistress Sir Zung. And so had I aside 'Till this Curst Hand Quit. But Fate and Cruelty Have so Conspir'd Zung. She 's injur'd is she not Quit. Yes Royal Sir by one too that has got Pow'r to perform what his Wild Rage decrees Zung. And you want Arms to right her Injuries Quit. Your Goodness has with Heav'n this Vertue shar'd To know my Wants before my Prayers are hear'd Zung Call all your own what e'r Love can implore Divide thy Sorrows and command my Pow'â— A Nobler Cause cannot my Sword oblige Is it a Town or Kingdome you 'd besiege Say Sir Is this fair Sufferer Immur'd in City Walls Tow'rs Mountains Speak And let my Thunder the Vast Gordian break Quit. Sir T' express my Gratitude take this true Description of a Soul that bows to you I was your Enemy and should be still Had I a King t' obey or Foes to kill But now you 're China's Friend your Sword employ'd Against that Power which has a King destroy'd My Princess and Love's Sufferings plead alike In their Cause at th' Usurpers Heart I 'd strike A Mistress and a Soveraign's Cause I 'd Right Under your Banners I beg leave to Fight The Grant of this Request Great Sir will be As kind in you as it is just in me For though my Sword aims at my Countrie 's blood I make but th' ill Veins bleed to save the Good Zung. Share halfe my Pow'r take me your Rival too I owe as much of Vengeance there as you Then in Revenge let 's try which shall pay most Thou to a King and Love I to a Fathers Ghost Valiant I know you Just I 'm sure you 'l prove I ne'r doubt Honour where I meet with Love Vang Which way soe'r Fame calls your Conqu'ring sword Let your poor Slave attend his honour'd Lord Be near you when you Fight with greedy Eye Grasp your great Conquests see your Enemies Dy Admire your Arm and though I can't repay This Grace I can Adore you more than they Who have more Worth to pay the mighty Debt The Poor are as Religious as the Great Zung. Yes kind unknown thou shal't but whence proceeds This Zeal Is 't Love or Envy of my Deeds Thou like my Genius haunt'st me where I go Admirest my Victories and shar'st'em too Kind Boy there 's something in thy forward Zeal Say's thou art more than what thy Looks reveal I must find out from whence these Wonders spring Draw back the Curtain and Oblige this King Exeunt