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kingdom_n	empire_n	great_a	time_n	2,169	5	3.3784	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A49925	Gloriana, or, The court of Augustus Cæsar acted at the Theatre-Royal, by Their Majesties servants / by Nat. Lee.	Lee, Nathaniel, 1653?-1692.	1676 (1676)	Wing L849; ESTC R20919	39,804	76

Empress bears To kiss Iove's feet and know her kindred Stars So shall my Mistress sit enthron'd above First share my Glory and then tast my Love Ha! who are thou my Rival arm'd who waits Caesar's betray'd Enter Mecaenas and Guards Caes. Call the opposing fates With all the Forces of the fighting Earth For I would perish as becomes my birth Aug. How cam'st thou here Caes. I will not tell thee how Should the Gods ask I have not leisure now But more to blow thy hate and on disdain Pile burning Rage behold thy Mistress slain Now give me death Aug. Death thou hast nothing nam'd Thou shalt be rack'd an Age and then be damn'd Oh Gloriana bright unhappy Fair But shall revenge be wanting to dispair Kill him he dies though Caesar should come down And for his life with sacred sighs attone Caes. I thank thee mighty Rival Yet e're my Ghost puts on her Aiery shroud Behold I kneel who ne're to man yet bow'd And beg that when the fatal fires convey'd By which this body must be Ashes made Some of my dust as a more gen'rous doom May be inclos'd in Gloriana's Tomb. Aug. Thou crav'st those honours that my envy move Yet I 'le be just to Glory as to Love Thou shalt not vainly kneel I will comply With your desires Caesario rise and dye Caes. This act of vertue though so lately sh●wn Will in oblivion all your vices drown Now Guards your mighty Master's will obey Aim'd at my heart your pointed weapons lay With all your Spears my body thus enclose And let me set in Glory as I rose Aug. The fate he claims my justice has decreed And though I turn me from the bidden deed Yet for the Empires safety he must bleed Fight Caes. Thus fell my Father thus encompass'd round And bore beneath him Glory to the ground With the remains of life I 'le drag me on And at thy knees for ever lay me down Oh happiness Oh pleasure in death's pangs My hovering soul o're thy lov'd sweetness hangs I 'le grasp her all and Love shall last be mine Give me but this Caesar the world is thine dyes Enter Agrippa Agr. Heav'n Caesar Guard Aug. Oh my Agrippa see Behold the malice of my destiny Terrible death which I so often brav'd With this last vizard has the Victor scar'd Agr. Yet by the fall of Love Empire 's acquir'd Since with your Mistress Caesar's Son expir'd Mec. Thus when th' immortals take they greatly give And bribe your big affronted heart to live Aug. But all Earth's Kingdoms cannot equal weigh With the vast sums Love in the Scale did lay Thus the great Governours return me Brass For Gold and for my Diamonds barter Glass By this time I had been in bed in Heav'n And o're their heads with tow'ring pleasures driv'n Enter Tiberius Tib. Yet fortifie your mind dread Sir and hear What none but I durst offer to your ear Fate by Narcissa's loss more spite has shewn And sudden death has robb'd you of a Son Aug. Ha! Tib. Marcellus stay'd by Iulia from the gro●●d Sunk in her arms and dy'd without a wound Stretch'd on his limbs the Princess lies all pale And soon will perish except you prevail Agr. We must submit to the Divine commands Aug. No I 'le not take a blow more at their hands Raise me a Fun'ral Pile and round me mourn For 't is resolv'd like Hercules I●le burn Grief mortal as his poison'd shirt sticks fast And now I wish that my last hour were past That my immortal honours were begun I 'le dye I 'le set this Ev'ning with the Sun Summon the Earth wrong'd Livia's Son proclaim My Caesar and to Heav'n resound his name Tib. For me t were vanity to make reply Yet in Augustus quarrel I dare dye And almost wish the World might once rebel That I might reap the fame your Foes to quell But you already awe the Nations round And at your nod bow'd Scepters touch the ground Aug. Small are the thanks I owe the Pow●rs above For all the Nations that beneath me move As severe Masters ply their early charge Yet their vex'd spirits at set times enlarge Some few short airy joys in Fields to find And for worse hardship bait the wearied mind So Heav'n abroad with Conquest crowns my Wars But wracks my spirit with domestick jars The End of the Play EPILOGUE TO THE Court of Augustus Caesar. Spoken by Mr. Haynes YOur Servant Gentlemen 't is a long time Since I had th' honour to converse with you in Rhime They told me at t'other House y● had left us quite And I was going to hang my self out-right● But for the hopes of pleasing you to Night For what 's insipid life to them or me Without the favour of your Company Good Faith I 'm very glad to see you here 'T is well you can at a New Play appear This Winter you forsaking all the Old Kept up one while of a damn'd Pockie Cold Some few came here but who the Lord can tell All were shrunk up like Snails within their shell Huge Brandenburgh had so disguis'd each one That from your Coachman you could scarce be known And then you droopt as if half-drown'd you came Scap'd from North-Holland or from Amsterdam And Cough'd Heav'n save you with as grave a motion As you had been at Church where 't is Devotion The Ladies too neglecting every Grace Mob'd up in Night-cloaths came with Lace to face The Towre upon the Forehead all turn'd back And stuck with Pins like th' Man i th' Almanack● The Misses those delights of humane kind No longer in their dear Side-boxes shin'd But each to Chamber-practice did retire With Ale and Apples and a Sea-coal fire Now 〈◊〉 ●●sfor●une we by yo●rs have fou●d Your C●ld 〈…〉 us t●ough you are ●ound But Sirs what makes it now so hard I pray To get you here but just at a Now Play We 've Play'd t' oblige you all that 's in our pow'rs We 've Play●d and Play'd our selves e'en out of doors And yet we cannot find 〈…〉 You 're grown so nice I think the Devil 's in ye But hold there 's one w●y yet to get your praise Ill treating you your appetites ●ay raise Libels and Lampoons we for Plays must write Criticks like Lovers p●l'● with their delight● Always esteem those kiss●s best that bite We 'l deal with you Gallants in your own way● And treat you like those Punks that Love for pay Cartwright and ● dress'd like two thund'ring Whores With Rods will stand behind the Play-house do●r● And ●irk you up each day to pleasure duly As Jenny Cromwell does or ●etty ●uly FINIS