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A55546
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The treacherous brothers a tragedy, as it is acted by Their Majesty's servants at the Theatre-royal / written by George Powell.
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Powell, George, 1658?-1714.; Bayly, Thomas, d. 1657? Herba parietis.
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Armenia up to such a height Sh 'as vow'd to second us in our Revenge Men. 'T is well but let us hast to meet the King Hark Trumpets Drums and Shouts afar off Those Shouts inform us he is near the City And if our Plot goes right near to his Grave Again Good Heav'n Shouts nearer With how much Joy they wellcome him to Death Come Orgillus let us go meet this man Who Swell'd with Conquest comes with Tryumph on Trumpets and Drums on one side On the Other Violins Flutes and other Musick Enter on one side the King Meleander Lattimus Captains Guards On the other The Queen Ithocles Marcelia Menaphon Orgillus and Armena attend The King and Semanthe meet and Embrace King O my Semanthe take me to thy breast And let me Grow for ever in thy Arms. By Heav'n my Joys are much too great to bear Shou'd I gaze longer on this Charming fair Such killing brightness from her eyes she 'd cast I shou'd not have the power to stand before ' em Sem. My Lord my life O how shall I express My wonderous Bliss to see you safe return'd I swear I think the Joys of Heaven too poor To put in ballance with this one bless'd hour King My dear dear happyness my all I prize I swear my Lords and O bear witness for me You mighty Powers that have in war preserv'd me I Joy not half so much in all my Conquests As I do now in this dear happy minute Clasping Semanthe in my Longing Arms. Whilst the King goes and Salutes Marcelia Meleander comes towards the Queen Sem. O wellcome Brother wellcome Meleander From all the dreadfull hazards of the war Wellcome above the world next my Lov'd Lord. presents Lattimus Mele. I thank you Royall Sister and I beg Your favour for this youth my lifes preserver Lattinius Kneels and kisses the Queens hand Itho. The more I look upon that Lovely youth The more I see of poor Statilia in him My Sister who before this war fled from me aside Whither I know not nor for what strange Cause Men. Health and Success attend your Majesty Kneeling May all the Glories that your Arms have won Be doubled on you and your Conqu'ring Sword Be ever thus Successful 'gainst your foes King Rise Menaphon my true my faithfull freind O what return is in my power sufficient To recompence thee for thy wonderous care Of my Semanthe and my Kingdoms safety I swear cou'd I bestow a Crown upon thee 'T would be too little to requite thy merits Men. What I have done was nothing but my duty And wou'd do more if more were in my power To serve my Royall Lord. King I know thou wou'dst I know thy honesty To be as great as ever dwelt in man And know besides that shou'd I spend my Life In thanks to Heav'n for making me so bless'd With Loyall Subjects faithful valiant Warriours But above all with my Semanthes Love 'T would be too little O my brightest Star Let me again infold the next my heart Thus breathe my Soul into thy throbbing bosome I cou'd grow mad with my excese of bliss And end my Life this moment in thy arms Men. How soon this mighty Scene of love will vanish When once he finds my Poyson working in him aside Itho. My Royall Lord since you 're so bless'd by fate And Heav'n has given you all you can desire Let me implore who want your Royall favour Your kind Consent to make your vassall happy King O Ithocles if ought is in my power To recompence thy Loyallty and Courage Be quick and let me know how I may serve thee Itho. Great Sir upon my knees I beg forgiveness That I presume to ask so great a gift But love Reigns strongly in my tortur'd breast And tho' I 'me loved by her my Soul most Covets 'T is your Consent alone can make me happy Since 't is Marcelia Sir for whom I sue Mele Ha! for Marcelia Lord thou suest in vain For tho' I yet ne're own'd my Love to her I 've Long been her Adorer And have the Kings Consent to make her mine Latt Then I am Lost Aside King 'T is true brave Ithocles Before I knew thy Love I 'de given my promise And never can consent she shall be thine Whilst one so pow'rfull stands in Competition Mar. O Sir upon my knees let me intreat you Force not my Inclinations 't is most true That I have given my heart to Ithocles And never can consent to love another Meleander is too noble sure to seek The love of one that must deny his passion Mele. Why Cruell fair am I so far unworthy That you should scorn me thus to please a Rivall He cannot more then I adore Marcelia Nor Venture more to shew how much he loves I have the King's Consent Itho. But I Marcelia's Mar. And when I e're consent to love another Heav'n shut your bright gates against me banish me From the bless'd Realms of your Immortal day May I King No more thou Cheap Ignoble fool That durst to own a Love without my knowledge To you my Lord I ever shew'd such kindness to Itho. As might have kept you from so base an Act To Court thus privately a Niece of mine Forget her and I 'le own thee still my Friend Persist in it and thy Life answers for it Itho. Forget her No if I must lose Marcelia Death is the kindest thing you can bestow And I wou'd now most willingly embrace it Since I must never hope t' obtain my Love For you my Lord it shews most base in you to Mele. To offer to invade Anothers right Our hearts our Souls are join'd by Solemn Contract And tho' the King's Consent on my side 's wanting Her Constant heart is never to be Chang'd Therefore I know your Courtship will be vain Latt Pray Heav'n it be Aside King Well Sir leave that to time But now to shew how much thy vanity And thy unlook'd for suit has mov'd thy King As you respect my favour I command you Never make mention of thy impious love to Itho. For if thou dost by the great victory My arms have gain'd over the bold Suillians Thou shallt no more behold the face of day But in a Dungeon dark as your loves were I 'le make thee end the remnant of thy days Sem. My Gracious Lord let me intreat this mercy To Calm your rage 'gainst the unhappy Ithocles Consider love's the Occasion of his Crime Whose power alass your Royall self have felt And know 't is Irresistable King O pardon me thou Mirrour of thy Sex That I bestow one minute from thy arms But shall Semanthes Brother plead in vain He who feels flames as great as Ithocles It must not be by Heav'n my love it must not Conduct Marcelia straight to her Apartment to Armena And let none visit her without my Order Exit Marcelia weeping with Armena Come my Semanthe after all the Hazards That do attend on war the happyness
There 's nothing of thee reall I 'de been too happy if thou hadst been true The thrifty Heav'ns mingle our Sweets with gall Lest being glutted with excess of good We shou'd ungratefully forget the giver Sem. O Sir King Be gone take those Inchanting eyes away There 's a bewitching Influence within Those sparkling Circles that unmans my Soul Sem. Nay if these eyes have Pow'r to make you kind kneels They shall pursue you wheresoe're you go With their soft humble pleading courting tears I 'le weep 'em blind to quench your raging fires Dear Sir indulge Improve these sparks of pitty Mercy 's the Glory of a Deity subdue Your wild desires and that Heroick deed Is Nobler then the Conquest of a Kingdom But if you stain your hands with Guiltless blood Then think what dismall horrours wait on murder Woolves Ravens screech-Owls then will be your Guests And my pale Ghost will haunt your startling Sleeps Press your sad thoughts with loads more heavy then The Pond'rous Marble that Entombs my ashes King By Heav'n I can no longer bear her sorrows Her watry eyes wou'd make a Tyger tame One accent of that tongue wou'd Calm the Seas Tho' all the Winds strove there at once for Empire But Ha! Where am I going Stay my fleeting Glory I had design'd that great that brave reveage As shou'd have fix'd my vast immortal fame High as a Monumentall Pyramid And hid its Tow'ring Top among the Clouds But thou false feind wou'dst shake my great Foundation Take thy face hence Sem. O Sir King I 'le hear no more Vanish false fire bright Meteor disappear It is not safe for me to tarry here My mighty mind wou'd keep its sacred way But she strews Flow'rs to lead my Soul astray Ex. King Manet Semanthe Sem. Pitty me Heav'n and view my wretched State Let me not undeserv'dly meet my fate O Change this frantick humour in the King His stragling sense to its first Station bring Calm his wild rage let him his Errour see But if your doom decrees that I must dye Let when I 'm dead my Innocence appear My spotless virtue to the World stand fair O grant his mourning pitty may but come And shed one tear on poor Semanthe's Tomb. Exit Weeping The End of the Fourth Act. The Fifth ACT. SCENE I. A Pallace Enter King Solus King WHat 's Nature and the Pow'r that Governs it Man is the Puppet of the Gods and moves Backwards and forwards as they please to dance him Now cou'd I laugh to find my self a fool And yet be mad to think I can't be otherwise Where 's all my blust'ring Roaring Storm against Semanthe hush'd and Calm'd and all because Her tears had Pow'r to charm me into fondness My great Foundation 's laid in sand one minute Fierce as Incount'ring Lyons and the next I 'm tamer then the meekest Beast they Prey on Enter Menaphon Men. Good morning to the King my Royal Master May health and happiness for ever wait you O may you never know one hour of sorrow May sweet content dwell ever in your breast And all your days and Nights be fill'd with Joys Equall to those the bless'd above possess King I thank thee Menaphon for thy kind wishes But oh they 're what I never must expect Alass I am a thing the World does laugh at And all those Clouds those dark and dismall Clouds Which bar the Sun from shining on my misery Will never be chased off 'till I am dead Men. The Gods forbid O do not name your death My Loyall heart weeps tears of bloud to hear it Alas my Lord I thought e're this t' have seen A Riotous Pleasure Rev'ling in your eyes To think how bravely you'd reveng'd your wrongs I thought t' have heard you say come Menaphon Now thou sha't see I am a King again The Snake I long had foster'd in my breast Is Crush'd th' Adulterate Queen is now no more King O why my friend why shou'd that fair one dye The Modell of the Heav'ns the Earth the Waters The Harmony and sweet consent of time Are not so beautifull in their Creation As is Semanthe shall I throw away A Jewell Empires are to poor to purchase What tho' she 's faulty look but on her face Oh there 's that Expiating brightness there As Guilds o're all the Sables of her Soul And all her faults and spots are seen no more Men. Why lives she still then King Yes my friend she does 'T is true I went with fix'd resolves to kill her But when I came Oh who can paint the Scene I saw the beauteous Creature all in tears A winking Lamp was burning by her side Her Pallace was become a loathsome Jayl Nought but infectuous damps were her Companions I saw her on her knees a while unmov'd But Oh at last I cou'd no longer hold By a long siege of tears she calm'd my fury And I had not the power to give the Blow O Menaphon the keen edg'd Sword of Justice I held advanc'd in air but O her eyes There shot that Lightning from those beauteous Heav'ns That th' Angry Steel was melted down before ' em Men. I 'm glad to find such mercy dwells within you I must confess the Chiefest of my wishes Is she may live but give me leave to think I blot my Loyalty in wishing it For O what Floud can ever wash away The stain that hangs upon your honour Sir Consider but the talk of other Nations When they shall hear as this can be no secret How your own eyes beheld your Queens dishonour Saw her in the Embraces of a Traytor And after that you could sit tamely down Without a dire Revenge for the black deed 'T will make your little name blown round the World The Forregn shame and your own Subjects scorn King Oh! thou hast stung me to the very Soul It must it will be so methinks I see How the proud haughty King of Sicilly Devours the welcome news of my dishonour Oh she must dye she must by Heav'n she shall Nay dye a publick Spectacle to the World And her vile Minion too curss'd Ithocles Shall bear her company this very day I 'll sign an order for their Execution And let it be your care to see it perform'd Men. Nay now you bend too much the other way This is short warning for departing Souls For pitties sake Sir let 'em live till Morn King Round me you furies that delight in mischief And ever keep me waking till the Cliffs That over-hangs my light fall off and leave These hollow spaces to be cramm'd with dust If I do either eat or drink or sleep Till I have finish'd my great just revenge Men. Well Sir I will no more strive to diswade you But what death wou'd you have Semanthe die King Ha! By the Gods a Question worth disputing And it would puzzle an ingenious Artist T' invent a way to kill her for by fire Or water 't is impossible to do 't Betwixt her