made a pile of dead On which he mounting view'd the murd'ring game Thus the defects of Nature he supply'd But Fortune Emp. Cease your praise harangue no more But let me see this wonder of a Man Enter lead in by the General Barnagasso he looks haughtily at the Emperour Emp. How great he looks he braves me in his chains Were he encircled round with flatt'ring crowds VVhat could he more Can misery so glorious be VVhat shall I do to bend his haughty Soul Aside My Resolutions sicken at this sight At e'ry look my weaker genius shrinks I must be gone Zanhaga follow me Exit cum Zan. Manent Barnagasso the General Dafila c. Bar. Is that your Emperour Gen. He is the darling Substitute of Heaven Bar. Then Gods may be deceiv'd as well as men VVhat is he mute to awe the common rout To a mistaken reverence of their King Is he then forc'd To cheat his People to obey I pity him Gen. I know not what could call him hence so soon But Monarchs motions are above our reach Bar. How he betray'd his fear when in the midst Of peace not dareing to proclaim a war He basely stole my love he can't repent A Coward ne're can be an honest Man Gen. He can't indeed but Jamoans brave he scorns To owe his safety to these Chains they speak Too much a Monarchs fear Vnbinding him Bar. A Man to Empire born bred up to all That could endow a Royal Breast yet stoop So low as Treachery my honest heart's Unwilling to believ 't and yet when I Behold my tender charming Wife from my Soft bosom torn were he yet more than King Were he a God yet he is base as Hell You 've often mourn'd my fate have pity'd me To the General Could you not bless me with a sight of her I love Methinks I 'd not forego the World till I Had ta'en my leave of that Divinity Say can your rigid honour grant me this Gen. Dispair not Sir of love or liberty The King tho' he indulges ev'ry vice In loath'd debauches reason quite enervated And in loose Riots has unmann'd his Soul Yet there are hours when honour may be heard Such Eloquence can never plead in vain Believe me Sir I 'll be your faithful Friend Bar. Oh! I believe and know thee honest but The King the cursed King enjoys my Love He grasps her in his arms insatiate Goat Ev'n now now whilst I wishing stand he gluts Perhaps oh damn th'intruding thought h 'as forc'd Her to his bed lead me Friend lead me now This hour 's the best shew me where Hell and Heavn's So near they touch I 'll rush between and like A Tygress seize my robbing prey tear out His heart but he has none Oh! misery Gen. Compose your self trust me the danger 's less Than you have form'd it to me he has own'd That when refus'd he has design'd to force Some secret pow'r has chill'd his hot desires Nature her self as with its Extasie Surcharg'd deny'd Compliance to his Will Bar. Oh Zaraida the Pow'r that sent thee here Will preserve thee there all my hopes are plac'd Gen. Rest there secure I have a thousand doubts To be resolv'd about this fair one 's Birth Inform me if she Be old Senega's Daughter say what Arts He us'd to make her so Divinely fair Bar. Oh! I will tell thee all with the same joy That I beheld her first Will I repeat The pleasing tale My dying Father left Me an Infant to my Uncles care he took Me to his Court where faithful Tutors did Instruct my Youth one day we walk'd abroad As 't was their custom to divert my Mind And their harsh Precepts sweeten with delights There as I wanton'd near the bounding Seas Where Africk is no more I saw stay let Me form the glorious Pageant Now it comes Like a young Prophet in 's first dream of bliss I feel the inspiring God my fancy move And my returning thoughts croud to inform my Tongue Daf. Such joy your words your air express methinks I see this Sea-born Goddess mount the Waves Bar. The floating thing draws near rapt with the sight I plunge into the Flood spite of my Guards And use my tender Arms as Nature taught And now I reach the meeting Bark I see the fair Rock'd by the gentle Waves afleep she lay A thousand graces blest the smiling Babe Officious Loves about her Beauties play'd Which shoot themselves at once into my Breast And now I take her in my eager arms Like a young God I waft this Goddess o're So light was Heavn ' to Barnagasso's Arms Gen. Were there no Spirits to attend this Saint Did Heav'n this Paradice ungarded leave Bar. Two Men there were they dyed the Babe was lov'd And bred by good Senega as his Child For he had none I was her Companion In harmless sports we often spent the day Till we had play'd each other into Love He blest this flame at last I Marry'd her Yes in the face of Heav'n I Marry'd her A joy too great to last For now curs'd brood My Subjects grown Rebellious forc'd me leave This fair She all joy was coming to my Arms When curs'd Tombu but I 've done the rest you know Tears must have way since she is mine no more Weeps Daf. Now is the time t' obey our Emperour Sure Love and Duty can excuse one crime Aside weeps Bar. See the poor Youth at my misfortune weeps Daf. Who will not weep that knows Zaraida's dead Bar. Dead 't is impossible By Heavns 't is false Her Father Sun would be obscur'd by grief But why should he Oh no he 'll shine for joy That she his Emanation is return'd Gen. Thou tend'rest fair That heart indeed is Hard that cannot weep ev'n Blood for thee Bar. But say for now I can hear any thing Inform my Soul how did that fair one dye Daf. Long had our Emperour sollicited in vain For joys which you alone were to Possess Till wearied with delay and hopless e're To work her to comply he lay'd aside His Arts and the bold Ravisher appear'd Cloak'd with the veil of Love no more resolv'd T' enjoy by force what he could never win But the chast Maid snatch'd from his Guards a Sword And rather chose to dye than live a Slave to Lust Who can forbear to weep at this Bar. Yes I will weep but fruitless tears no more Large drops of liquid flame my Ey 's shall pour The scalding deluge shall parch up my Skin As this consumes without despair shall gnaw within But I must yet one act of justice do Rid at one stroke the World and me of woe By me this lustful Royal Beast shall dye I 'll plunge his Soul in endless Misery That done I 'll bask me in some open Vale And let her Sun my Vapour Soul exhale Where with Zaraida I shall happy Reign In bliss refin'd in Pleasure free from pain We 'll live Divinely on our Am'rous fare And
no more his Age Reflected on the Battels which his youth had won With envious Pride survey'd his Wounds inspir'd by these Like one in Renovating Juices steep'd His Soul rowz'd from it's Lethargy shook off Inglorious ease and boldly call'd for War But Fate design'd his Soul for rest he dy'd And with his Crown Entail'd the War On Barnagasso which he lead eager on resolv'd To hazard all for her Reliefe But soon your Brother stopp'd this Rapid Flood O'repow'rd with numbers this Invading King Whom now in Triumph he to Tombu leads Daf. By Heaven's this Story Warms and Cools me too My Youthful blood boyls at the Thoughts of VVar And yet I 'm cold to think our Emperour Should force such softness from her Virgin Flame How glorious would it be to curb his Love And give her Body where her Soul is plac'd Zan. You shew your self a Novice every way This Fair unknown has such Inviting Charms As may excuse the boldest Ravisher Daf. Oh Father you mistake her Eyes would turn His savage heart he 'd Adoration pay To that Fair Shrine which he could not pollute Zan. Yours is Aereal love not fit for Kings Whose grosser apetites descend so low That but to purchase for themselves a moments bliss They 'd sacrifice the quiet of anothers life But you should check my Boy this cheating flame Should this be known your head must answer it Daf. 'T is hard to dye for what we cannot help All Sects are pleas'd their God should be ador'd Why then should mighty Jamoan disallow my love Zan. Take heed you 're in the Court where ev'n your looks Are too severely scann'd no word but 's screw'd To a forc'd meaning I must to the King Whom I begin to view with envious Eyes The growing mischief rolls disjointed here Aside Pointing to his Head And wants a moments thought to ripen it My Child stay not long after me the King Expects you to make up the Court to day Exit Dafila Solus Daf. Is it a fault to love in one so young What pity 't is so sweet a bliss should not Be lawful too Why does my duty bid me hold When I designe no ill What crime can I Commit who only strive to please yet Heav'n Pardon my years if you will count it Sin All youths have their one fault and love is mine Exit SCENE drawn discovers the Emperour on an Imperial Throne Zanhaga Dafila who enters in the midst of the dance c. a Warlike Dance ended they come forward Emp. Sound there sound louder yet your brazen notes Let ev'ry accent reach the Thrones above Stop our bright Father with repeated charms Let him look down and see his sporting Son Crown'd a victorious King a mortal God Zan. What more could he himself have done From his high hopes you hurl'd young Gualata down And in exchange for Scepters gave him chains Emp. My weari'd People by his chains I freed Africk no more shall tremble with alarms Nor Babes be hush'd with Barnagasso's name Curs'd be that name more curst my General Who spar'd his life What hindr'ed him t o've lopp'd The haughty boy and made my joys compleat But there 's a spiteful Daemon haunts my rest Which in my greatest sweets still mingles gall And makes ev'n Nectar poyson to my taste Zan. Curse on his pleading honour say I too It breaks my well wrought measures all my Arts And when by studied politiques I 've won A Crown his aery notions idely throw The jewel from him Emp. Had curs'd Gualata dy'd I needed not have feign'd that lye with which I would delude Zaraida's heart flatter'd My love with hopes that she despairing ere To see him more might cast her ey 's with pity down On me 't is true my heart unus'd to shifts Started within me at the base design My Monarch Soul disdain'd th' unworthy trick But love prevail'd and I by Proxy told The Lye which my own tongue refus'd tell me How did Zaraida take the news you bore Daf. I found her in a thoughtful posture lay'd Where nothing that but look'd like joy appear'd She list'ned carefully to th' tale I told And ever as I mention'd Barnagasso dropt A Sigh let fall a tear which were he dead Might bribe the Gods to give him back again With doubtful answers her fond hopes I fed Till wearied with uncertainty she begg'd me give The blow as Fate had sent it her But when I feign'd the story of his death I us'd such apt expressions to deceive Her faith that she dissolv d in tears retir'd And told me they were so intirely one She could not long be after him Emp. Some tribute she should pay his memory She lov'd him not at once nor can at once Forget the am'rous play thing but her pride Will soon o'recome her grief she ll think on me And rather choose a Sceptre than a Grave Daf. Much I fear it her love 's too resolute Emp. Your Son Zanhaga is the fittest youth For Court intrigues so innocent his face None could suspect a Serpent in such fruit Then he 's so faithful to his Master's trust That I 'll employ him once more in a secret Daf. 'T is strange he thus should praise my innocence Yet teach me to be false in Childhood too Emp. He shall to Gualata the same story tell With which he first abus'd Zaraida's ears Who knows what his despair may urge him to Zan. Oh 't is a brave design pursue it home For I shall reap the fruits of all your toil Aside Daf. How soon vice creeps in each unguarded breast 'T was his commands that made me Villian first Now for my self I 'm tempted to be one If Barnagâ—sso dye my Youth and Innocence May win Zaraida for my self not him Whose love she hates as Hell My Lord the General Seeing him Warlike Musick enter the General kneels to the Emperour Emp. Welcome my Soldier to thy Monarchs arms Thou faithful Prop to my declining Throne My grateful blood so near a kin to yours Leaps and is fir'd at every kind embrace Eager to force its banks as who should say Let our divided Streams in the fame channel run Gen. Such gratitude were I again to fight Would doubly edge my Sword new vigour give To e'ry stroke my Weapons animate And sure to conquer Barnagasso I Should need it all Emp. You speak of this Gualata as indeed a Man Gen. Or rather God Oh had you seen him when Adorn'd with plumes fit for the royal sports Of War he led his willing Squadrons on So gracefully in order rang'd his Troops His beauty and his Sword were Rivals grown And both were deep imbrued in humane gore Oft on those heaps which he himself had made He 'd wishing gaze to find the hottest work And then like Lightening flew to share the sport His men as each were wrong'd with him spurr'd on And hop'd a noble harvest from this Sun While he as he disdain'd he were not Gyant born Mow'd all around and
Actus Quarti ACT V. SCENE I. Enter the Emperour Barnagasso chain'd Zaraida Zanhaga and Guards Zaraida in disshevell'd hair intreats the Emperour Zar. OH spare him spare him spare my Husband's Life His Blood can't make you Beautiful to me 'T will paint you worse than horrid Monsters are Why will you kill him then O cruel King Is that the way to Love because he 's mine He dyes how can I love his Murderer My Eyes are weak they cannot look on Blood That colour makes me weep my Heart 's so soft Like our quick plant from a rude touch it flyes But kindly opens to the gentle hand More mercy and less Blood might do much more Aside Oh! I d say any thing to save his Life Which I have brought to such a shameful Death Oh could we now but dye with Honour I were blest Bar. Forgive me love if I reproach thee now My Friend too who disswaded me from Death See what your pray'rs have done I was unjust When I would end this miserable Life Oh my Prophetick fears are true 't was once My own to dye the happy minute fled Unheeded by the slighted Friend will ne're return Now lead me where you please to death which ne're Can come too soon to a wise man lead on Zar. Why hast you so my Lord Death is not slow To come can you leave me for death Emp. My Love admits of no delay speak Fair Accept my flame and he shall live live great But for your self good Gods the Earth shall groan Millions of Slaves shall sweat in her rich veins Slaves who are born and dye in Golden Mines Their e'ry stroke shall cleave an Empire forth The rough form'd â—ass shall loose it 's close embrace The Embryo Gold shall from the Womb be torn And shall by curious art be form'd a new By pray'rs or force I will enjoy your charms Zar. Vain Promises you ask so high a price The Universe's now worth what I must give Bar. Vain Promises you ask so high a price The Universe's now worth what I must give Bar. Spare all thy tears Zaraida spare thy sighs My life 's not worth the Ransom he requires Zar. Oh cruel King are you a Man yet bear Unmov d what bent the stormy Winds and Seas My face alone could calm their Rage but now Nor that nor tears nor sighs can move your Breast My voice has lost it's sweetness now Oh call The Winds and Waves call them not cruel now No more be they accurst for they were kind Much kinder than the cursed Monster Man Em. 'T is you are cruel now curse on 't I could Force her Love but then I 've imperfect joy Aside Have you thought To Zar. Zar. Yes I have thought Emp. And what is the result Zar. That if one crime can sink a Soul to Hell Where will thy World of Murders hurry thee Emp. To Heav'n poor fool where should great Jamoan go Zar. What for Murder Emp. Ask thy self that if common Murder sinks Where must thou go whose hands are dipp'd In a fond Husbands Blood Bar. Why dost thou sport Almighty justice thus Think'st thou such slight evasions weigh with Heav'n Emp. If they weigh here I look no further Aside How can you call me cruel yet endure Your Husbands limbs by drawing Engines stretch'd His Veins drawn fine as silken wefts His Blood inflam'd by journeyiâ—â— on now finds A longer course renew'd and now it's dams Broke down irregularly runs forc'd up To the last limits of that little world It under dyes the white with scarlet streakes The snowy Corps blushes at the disgrace Can you bear this without reluctancy Zar. Oh do you know so well the pains o' th' rack And yet can cruelly design him there Emp. And now he curses Heav'n that made him young For life in youth is rivetted more close To the Inwrapping Flesh Now he roars loud with more than Lyons rage And now he flings his Body forward on The rack provoking Death who bears his taunts And servilely attends my nod O life Wretched indeed when Death so terrible To Humane thoughts is languish'd for Bar. Were it yet more wretched I have a Soul To bear it all cease then to threat and do Emp. The burning Vessel now boyls o're he foams And froths at mouth he struggles with the choaking stench His Eye-balls strain'd crack their suspending threads And from their splinter'd jaggy roots a deluge flows Nature quite tir'd with passion raves no more Yet still the Body huggs th' unwilling Soul In fond Embraces locks the Spirit fast Thristing for Separation Can you be Yet unmov'd at this description Alas You little know the thousand pains he bears Zar. O Gualata Now I feel I fear for you My Female-Courage trembles at the thoughts Yet I 'll not shrink a jot from Virtues Rules Nor give this Beauty to that Tyrants Arms Tho at my first Embrace thy pains should cease Bar. Where are ye Gods if the loud fall of two Such mighty wrecking Orbs can't rouze your souls Awake nor let a Mortal brave ye thus Em. Think Can you bear to see him piece-meal torn His angry flesh wrench'd from th' unwilling bones His Bowels ript while Life yet shivers there His big heart dancing in a Sea of Blood Shall first be mash'd then thrown into his Face Zar. I cannot think it thought startles at it Em. I 'll aid your barren Imagination I 'll lead you where your eyes shall straight behold That horrour which your lagging fancy could not reach Zar. Hold hold tho all your arts can't make me yield I 've heard enough to dye farewell Swoons Bar. That thou wert dead indeed there all my fears Would end the weary Soul retires for ease Em. By Heav'ns a lucky opportunity Bear her to the Royal Bed and him to Death Bar. Oh stay no pow'r shall force me hence till she Revive Zaraida Curse on my weak Voice Why was 't not loud as Whirl-winds Tempests roar Oh that my Chains could ring a loud alarm To wake the sleeping Gods and her Where Father where Oh that my Teeth my Nails could straitway dig Quite through this Globe to find the wand'ring God! What shall I do to save her from his Lust I 'll wake or crush her Soul out with my weight Rushes upon her Zar. Oh Barnagasso Am I once more here Thus let my Kisses breath my Soul into Waking gets between his Arms. Your Body that we may together dye Bar. Oh Love nor Hell nor Heav'n shall part us now Emp. Then Earth shall Guards force her from him or Racks Unheard of be your Fate unbind him first He struggles Then force her from her hold As they unbind him he snatches a Sword and holds her in his left hand Bar. Now I am loose no Power shall bind my Hands again Em. Curse on my Dalliance it has ruin'd all Bar. See King my Fate is now my own but I Will live live to revenge my self by Heav'ns 'T is ominous 't is the