Fate or yours 'twixt two brave hands The Ballance of this mighty Empire stands Am. Zungteus Oh the Gods what have I done The only man whom I in Arms would shun O'retake the Herauld in his hasty flight And bid him tell the King I will not Fight Vang Not Fight Am. Not with Zungteus call him back Vang No stay Am. How Vang Love Commands what Honour can't obey Would you a generous King so ill requite And check that Fame which takes so high a flight Am. Oh thou rash Honour whose too eager Zeal Made me t' a Contract not look't o're set Sâ—al Honour a frantick Lust in Souls sublime Of leaping o're what Prudence stays to climb The King I hope by this time understands That my fierce Answer came from feeble hands And will conclude from my too brisk reply I talk too much to fit a part so high Vang Your quick acceptance merits his applause T' have askt your Foe e're you embrac'd the Cause That were t' have those where safely you might strike Great Valour weighs all Enemies alike You in your swift Compliance have exprest Such Gallantry the King will trust the rest His Confidence no further tryal needs He builds his Faith upon your former Deeds Am. If in my former Deeds I 'm so much blest My Fame and I may now sit down and rest And since I have so many Lawrels wore Tell him I 'm modest and will win no more Vang In this Retreat you would your Fame deface And shew you had begun a glorious Race But wanted Courage to pursue the Chase Am. I 'le tell him I 'm a Woman and resign To a manly hand which is too great for mine Vang You ought great deeds the rather to pursue As from a Woman they 're more rare and new Am. I 'le tell him I 'm a Lover Vang That Excuse A dangerous suspition would produce Both of your Courage and Allegiance too To own a Love for China's mortal Foe Would sound but harshly to the Emperours Ear. As if your private fancy you prefer Before your Countreys Cause 'T is a less blot To be an ill Lover than bad Patriot Am. I 'le tell him then I am Vang A Coward Am. How Vang If your fond thoughts to this tame faintness bow Your honour all is at one blast expir'd They 'l say e're half your Race was run you tyr'd And 't is far less ignoble not to have Been ever fam'd then not continue brave Am. A Coward Who but appeaâ—'s a Coward though abused Is sentenc'd in his being but accused The Name 's almost as heinous as the guilt That Title ruines all my Honour built And if my shrinking thoughts too lowly move I 'm impudent if I pretend to Love Coward and Lover are of different kind Love 's the most daring passion of the mind 'T is a Majestiâ—k and a Royal Guest And scornes to Lodge in an unhallow'd breast Whom Cowardise insects Love's fire ne'r felt It is the droâ—s of Souls and cannot melt I 'le meet him then and do my self this Right I 'le shew that I can Love 'cause I dare Fight Since I admire a Man so high in Fame I 'le keep up Glory to support my flame Exeunt SCENE the Third Enter Lycungus and Orunda Orund. Quitazo false My greatness and my Love despis'd and his Pâ—fidious heart the fair Alcinda's prize Lyc. Their setled Loves Ambition cannot shake Nor all the assaults that Pow'r or Death can make Orund. Oh my hà rd fortune Born so near a Crown And carry no more Thunder in my Frown False and dim Lights boast your faint Charms no more And feeble greatness thy faln State deplore pointing to her Eyes Weak Majesty and weaker Beauty too A heart I cannot shake I cannot bow None but thy Ruine shall my Rage appease No storms like those which injur'd Lovers raise Poor and Effeminate Revenge stand by No common furies can my Gall supply Is going Rivals best pleasure Rivals when they dye Lyc. Stay Injur'd Princess though in you just Heav'n To the World Copies of it self ha's given Should all adore you Gods were then too kind And have For you more homage than themselves design'd Beauty like Heav'n so large a sway ne'r bears To make all men Religious worshippers Let my devotion Expiate his Crimes Let me adore what his disdain Blasphemes Orund. How Sir Dares your aspiring fancy rove So high t' assault my Ear attempt my Love My kindness to Quitazo so soon cold Were his heart guarded more than Misers gold Or fighting Monarchs Crowns his Breast more Steel Than Lightning e'r would melt yet he shall feel The fierce Attaque my mighty power shall make But if Love Rage Fate and Death's powr's too weak If after all I cannot overcome But by her Murder and his Martyrdome Were his Ingratitude greater than 't is Yet still I scorn all other Love but his Exit Lyc. Well what my slighted passion cannot do That end I by Ambition will pursue In sluggish Breasts Love's idle frenzy rules Ambition is the Lust of all great Souls The Scene opens and discovers the King of China on a Throne Orunda by him Orund. Justice great Sir on a wrong'd Daughters score From a kind Father I this grace Implore That Justice as a King you can't deny Which lends Heav'n Thunder and you Majesty The flase Quitazo my just right denys He does my Love and your Commands despise And pays his homage to Alcinda's Eyes Lycun Whatsoever doom your Justice shall decree She is secured and waits her destiny King Is Insolence so high and King so low That to my will his Pride disdains to bow My Power by a Mortal and a Subject dar'd Kings and out-live that minute we are fear'd Crafty Quitazo does my Army lead That shelter for a while protects his Head But for his guilt to their quick Graves I 'le send All that but call him Brother Son or Friend I 'le punish his Affront on his whole Race And from Man-kind his hated Name deface Alcindâ—'s Blood first Expiates her sin Her strangled Pride shall the first Scene begin And to confirm my Rage I 'le pluck out all Their Eyes that shed a Tear to see her fall Whispers to one of his Attendants Exit Orund. This is too much So many Bleed How high Does th'anger of Affronted Monarchs flye Whole Famâ—lies destâ—oy'd his Rage so loud Her Murder will be lost in such a Croud Lyc. But in that Croud your hated Rival dyes Orund. Yes to his Rage not mine a Sacrifice Enter Alcinda puâ—sned by Mutes who entring kneels to the King Alc. Of your displeasure what can be the cause â— am too young to break Imperial Lawâ— King Why tardy Slaves this insolent delay Tâ—ke her and strangle her Orund. No great Sir stay Revenge and Justice in this Cause are mine And though my thoughts no mercy do design My Anger 's yet too cold to see her fall To my Remembrance first his scorn I 'le call Then sound her
Vangona who offers tâ— carry off Amavanga Zung. Hold your Rude Hands And take me with her Vang 'T was our Queen's Last Will Which you are bound by Promise to fulfill That if 't were by your Sword her Chance to fall My hand should give her private Funeral Zung. Spight of my Vow I 'le follow her for him Who commits Murder Perjury's no Crime Nor is this all I 'le do for when I have Attended my Dead Princess â—o her Grave By the same Inâ—trument her Death has giv'n I 'le send my Soul to wait on her to Heav'n But if the Stubborn God's refuse t' admit A Profane Murderer into Heav'n's blest Seat A Banish't Ghost I 'le wander through the Sky And Proclaim them worse Murderers than I. Unknown my Hand did this black Crime commit But they both knew and saw and suffer'd it I 'le follow her though all Enter a Tartar Tart. Zungteus Hold. Your Kindness by your Father is Control'd He for to Morrow's Fight do's now prepare Has call'd a Counsel and expects you there You straight to his Pavilion must retire Zung. My Duty do's against my Love conspire My Father is too Old to understand That Force which do's a Lover's thoughts command Fare-well brave Maid a Grave 's too narrow Room Oh that I thus might make my Arms thy Tomb Exit Vangona and her Attendants carrying out Amavanga She gone my Rage swells higher than before Now Love Commands and Duty Raigns no more Love Calls and Fathers now must wait I 'le be Both Priest and Offering great Saint to thee Offers to fall upon his Sword Palex. Reflect on your Great Deeds and as Great Birth And think how much it will Ecclipse your Worth When you give Fame or Envy leave to say That Grief a Womans Passion had the Pow'r To kill a General and a Conquerour Whil'st his Faint Soul shrunk to 'th lowest Ebb of Fear Chose Death to ease the Torment of a Tear Zung. You know 't is false and the World knows it too Fame to my Death will give a name more due A Just and Expiating Sacrifice When by my Hand my Mistress Murd'rer dyes Pal. T' excuse your Crime think how her Fall was wrought Her Death was her's and not Zungteus Fault You sought but Conquest of an unknown Foe But since she did your Love and Person know And with that Knowledge with Zungteus fought She for your Murder not your Conquest sought Death justly then her Malice doe's conclude As a Reward of her Ingratitude Zung. How impioâ—s man Gods do I live to find Worse Monsters than my self amongst Mankind Unknown I to her heart a passage found Thy proâ—ane Breath her Living Fame do's wound Draw then thy Traitor's Sword as I do mine Two greater Villainsâ—ne'r could Combat joyn Dear Amavanga now look down and see Me fall for Murder him for Blasphemy Palex. If any thing within my Heart you doubt Open my Veins kind Sir and let it out If ought you lâ—ke not lodge within this Brest Destroy the Seat that hâ—rbour's that ill Guest Zung. No you 've diâ—arm'd my Rage and now I find Your Love to me made you to her unkind But speak such words no more Oh! do not wound My â—rembling Sense with such another sound When next into your Bosome some Blest thought Has Amavanga's Glorious Image brought Think nothing of her but what 's great and good Think of her as my Queen that set in Blood Your Friend this Justice to her Fame implores Do not profane that Saint your Friend adores To so much Heav'n your pitty nor your praise Can never a too Glorious Altar raise No Language is too kind nor stile too high To speak the Fame of Beauties when they dy Enter Theinmingus Thein With Admiration I 've a Witness been Of your loud Passion for the Vanquisht Queen Astonish'd Fame speaks high Zung. To speak more high I lov'd that Queen and for her Love must dy Thein Traytor Is this a Language for my Son Wher 's all the martial Tartar's Greatnefs gone Such an Effeminate design will shame Thy sleeping Ancestors untainted Fame This Action thy more Masc'line mothers Ghost Will Blush at and disturb her Crumbling Dust. Zung. Oh my hard Fate is this a fathers Voice Thein Bid Crowns farewel Embrace thy humbler Choice Thy poor low spirited Design to Dy Kill'd by a Wound given by a Ladies Eye A Death worthy a Soldier Zung. Sir no more Can you place Crimes upon Devotions Score Am I the first Rais'd Altars to a Face And are none Lovers but the Vile and Base Think you Love's Power the Valiant cannot touch Thein The Great and Valiant feel 't but not too much None but a Fool a dang'rous Stranger takes And yields that Seat which his own Tyrant makes Zung. It is a lawful Power not Tyranny That Sentences a Criminal to Dy. T was I that Kil'd her Sir and is my Blood T' attone hers a Sacrifice too good Or is that Justice by your hand withstood Thein Thy Death with-held by me No 't is a Sin To have that base corrupted Blood kept in After the Merit of so mean a Thought Oblige the World and me and let it out And when t is mixt with dust may thy just Fame To thy lost Courage and thy slighted Name With Pain keep up thy Memory and say Thou couldst a Father and a King betray Desert a just Revenge and Royal Cause And break thy Duty Honour Natures Laws And from a Conqueror turn a Womans slave To sleep with a cold Mistress in a Grave Zung. Must all these stains be mine No Love retreat Duty and Honour now shall fill your Seat Love's Power grows weak in it s declining Cause From my bar'd Heart the Vanquish't Lord with-draws Now see your God-like Power a Fathers Right Try my new modell'd Soul shew me that â—light I dare not take that Path I dare not tread Dangers I will not meet and Glories lead Sound Loud your Trumpets Wave your Ensigns high Go on for my new Mistres Victory Ruine and Blood shall all soft thoughts remove I 'le be as great in Vengeance as in Love Exeunt SCENE the Second a GROVE Enter Orunda in Disguise Orun. By the assistance of this borrow'd shape I from the Court have made a safe Escape I hope Lycungus follows my Command And th' Ambuscade of Murd'rer's are at hand This is th' appointed Hour and this the Grove Alcinda once I bid thee Live and Love But now to meet him basely in Disguise To gain a Victory by a Surprize My Mercy has destroy'd and you shall Dy. And though I to so mean a Justice Fly That I to take thy Life thy Poisoner prove I Kill not halfe so poorly as you Love Enter Quitazo leading Alcinda in a Shepheardess's Habit. Oh this blest Minute they 're already here What Wings has Love when Love 's Reward is near Well are they come I will unseen retire And Laugh to see my subtle Train take Fire Retreats within
Sir Your scatter'd Forces fly A Party by Quitazo's friendship made Have to the Tartar Pequin's Gates betray'd And great Zungteus such Success has found That he wants nothing now but being Crown'd Lyc. And had Quitazo in this deed a part Thus I 'le Revenge my Wrongs upon thy heart Thus Traytor Enter Zungteus and Soldiers Zung. Traytor thy own Life defend 'T is here my Conquests and thy Crimes I 'le end What Object 's this shall I the Glory have That in thy Death I shall Quitazo save Thy Vengeance aim'd too at a womans heart Thou whose Vile hand dares Act so mean a part Usurper know thou hast as little Claim T' a Souldier's as thou hast to a Monarch's name Lyc. My sinking Throne shall be this day rebuilt When by my hand I have Chastis'd thy Guilt And though my Royalty ha's weakly stood I will new Scarlets wear dy'd in thy blood They fight and Lycungus is Kill'd After seâ—eral shouts and Lycungus Party being beat off the Soldiers Cry Long live Zungteus Emperour of China Zung. Now I am great indeed 't is more Renown To save a Friend than 't is to win a Crown Quit. Above my Thanks for my own safety due Zungteus has the Gods his Debtors too The greatest Ornament which Heaven ere gave The World with mine this Ladyes Life you save Zung. My Arm in War more Nobly could not shine But that hand sav'd his Mistriss murder'd mine â—side But I forget Honour 's my Province say How goes the work of this Triumphant day Pal. All your Opposers hopes but weakly stood And now are drown'd in their lost Leaders blood Joy's only active now all Arms layd down You 're absolutely Lord of China's Crown Zung. Enough so Father now thou art Obey'd I 've signaliz'd my Haâ—d and Crown'd my Head I have done all Glory calls Great or Good Perform'd thy Funeral Obsequies in Blood And now I 've all that Greatness Victory And Crowns can give me Love I 'm fit for thee I Fought Obey'd and Conquer'd and surviv'd My Mistress Murder and 't was just I liv'd For to have Dyed great Saint less than a King Had been to Thee too mean an Offering But all Love's wants my Victories compleat Thus perfect made look down from thy bright Seaâ— And see a Love ripe for thy Altars grown Who for thy Love resigns both Life and Crown Offers tâ— stab himself is staid by Vangona Vang Hold your fierce Hand and your fond Rage lay by Zung. Intruding Boy Vang No Monarch Sir must dy When I can buy his Life Quit. Great Sir forbear Vaâ—g Look Royal Sir see your Life's Ransom there Enter Amavanga Zung. Ha! has some God turn'd Thief and stole that Face If such you are and are come here to grace A Lover's Funeâ—al You can't Converse With Mankind in a brighter Form than hers No 't is her self no Image I embrace There are no Copies of so fair a Face My Amavanga Amav Yes She whom your hand amongst the Stars had plac'd Had not th' High Powers thought Heaven would be disgrac'd By a Guest so mean then as my Juster due They chang'd my Doom and let me live for you Zung. To see your Life Restor'd Oh! let me know To what God you this Resurrection ow. Am. T' a God that smil'd on Love When by your Hand I bled My Soul Possession kept though my Sense fled My Wounds by care and your kind Influence cur'd I am to Life to Health to Love restor'd Zung. My Ravish'd Sense 'twixt Wonder and Delight Feels too impetuous Joys and Rays too bright Am. Now Modestly I may proclaim my Pride To say I have your Love and Honour try'd And without blushing own their Conquering Pow'rs Accept a Heart by Fate and Justice your's Zung. Nor shall our Loves be Fortunate alone Be yours blest too yours is the Tartar Crown To Quit. Your Milder Presence will auspicious be And Civilize my Rougher Tartary And whil'st the Chinans pay Allegeance here I 'le Teach their softer Natures Arms and War Am. Nor think I lov'd you less because I held A Sword against your Life I was Compell'd And Snar'd by Glory to that Fatal Fight But not to have wrong'd Love by Honour's Right I was Resolv'd if I had Conquer'd you Not t' have Out-liv'd your Fall Zung. To a Love so true The Chinan Throne pay's Homage at your Feet Now for our Nuptial Charms where I shall meet A Greater Scene of Bliss Glories more Gay Than Triumph and a Coronation Day Exeunt Omnes FINIS
in the Field Amav I 'le meet you there And Sir to merit what this grace imparts I 'le practice deaths upon your Subjects hearts Deep in the Tartars blood I 'le dye my Sword To mak 't a Weapon fit t'attacque their Lord. Zung. But Generous Enemy Something I feel so Sacred at thy sight That-makes me wish I might avoyd this Fight But if we must for mine and thine own sake Be Death far distant from the Wounds I make All hostile Rage must at that Scene lye by I 'de Conquer with a bloodless Victory Embraces him again The Magick works afresh Enchanter hence I feel such changes in my startled sense As tell me I have talk'd too long What strange Miraculous influence has made this change If supernatural pow'r this terrour draws And he 's Some Tutelar Saint that aid's the Chinan Cause For less can't make me shake If in that form Some Divine pow'r has humane likeness worne If he has ought of Charm or aide of Gods To guard him when we meet he has the Odds. To match my Arm with his He must lend mine Divinity or must his own resigne Aside Vang So nigh approach and so long conference Has half recover'd his enlightned sense Retire whilst you are safe To Amav Am. I 'm gone How ill Great Prince am I thy Challenger I will In Arms and if I can in Glory shine I 'le aim my Vengeance 'gainst all hearts but Thine Vang For what then did you Challenge him Am. To try his Courage and his Gallantry The only merit that can Conquer Me And I 've my wish A General and yield T' expose his Royal Person in the Field Singly against a private unknown hand Such Gallantry I can't enough admire My King and Country's Cause my Sword require But by a former and more pow'rful tye My Soul adores my Countrys Enemy I Love Zungteus and with secret joy Admire that hand which China does destroy Exeunt Amav Vang Manent only Zungteus and Palexus Zung. When Peace the prop of sluggish Kings secuâ—'d The Chinan Empire from the Tartars Sword And Heaven did by that Charm this Crown support I went a Guest to the Taymingian Court And in the Chinan Empire spent those years Where Child wears â—ut and growing Man appears When I felt somthing in my heart take seat Which wrote in my enlivned blood Be Great There I first thought the heir t'an Empire bound T' have his hand active ere his head were Crown'd And Chanquincungus his Rebellion first Taught me in blood to satisfie that thirst Thus Tartary does the less Title claim That but to me gave Birth but China to my Fame Now by a Turn of State their Foes I head My Vallour now to their destruction led Does prey upon that Empire where 't was bred Palex. Revenge and Justice for their Ruine speak No Tyes so strong but Injuries can break Zung. But Oh me-thinks an inward Voyce I hear Forbare bold man thou hast a Princess there My Amavanga does a Crown enjoy Within that Empire which my Armes destroy Gods Was your World so Barren that it cou'd Affoâ—d my Armes no better scene of blood But where my sury must my Saint dethrone Palex. Your Vengeance aims at the Imperial Crown And though her Province in this Empire lye War points out what shall Live as well as Dye Zung. How vainly you mistake you know her pow'r Is borrow'd from the Chinan Emperour The Patron and Protector of her Seat Since then my fury does his Ruine threat Her Interest is to his 〈◊〉 Wedd The limbs of Empire suffer in the Head A Sacred horrour does my sense awake And bids me be less bloody for her sake Kind Messenger of Heaven thou art obey'd I 'le instantly to my great Father plead Th' injustice of his Arms till his Rage cease And he return in a Triumphant Peace Pal. Consider Sir before this Pause is made Your Ancestors here basely were betray'd And Ruine in all forms is but too small To purge th' infected aire where Monarchs fall Zung. Had China Crimes More loud than Heav'n durst hear or Hell durst own Her Pretence would a Kingdoms sins Atone Palex. What though her pretence does this Empire bless She by your Arms will greater grow not less The more your Victories in China spread You win but Crowns to plant them on Her head Zung. But how if she should this occasion choose And her own person to the War expose Remember when the Scene of Civil War Was in her Fathers Kingdom layd how far Her Courage led her in a Masc'line shape She from her Father's Court made an Escape Amongst the thickest dangers still she flew Aâ—d Honours reap'd where they were great and new Her own disguise could not her Glory's shroud Fighting she spoke in Thunder from her Cloud And when the Conquering Chanquincungus stood On her dead Brothers Neck his yet warm blood She at one stroke Reveng'd and at one blow A Rebel and his Army did overthrow By her his life the Vanquish't Conq'rour lost A Victim to her Brothers new-made Ghost Palex. All this I know Zung. And think you there are Charms In Conq'ring Rebels more than bearing Arms 'Gainst an Invading Enemy whose Sword Her Countrys Bowels has so deeply goar'd So great a Courage and a Cause so great I 'm too certain will infuse that heat As must be quench't with Blood and what e're veile Her disguis'd Sex and beauty does conceal She 'le be i' th Battel nay she is she must be there Who knows then but wild Chance in heat of War May make my hand my Mrs. Murderer Rather than so I 'le take this Nobler way I 'le strait my Fathers Orders disobey Renounce my Conquest and remove the War And for her sake a sinking Empire spare Palex. Shall one rash act shame all your past Renown Zung. What are the spoyls of VVar Fame or a Crown Compar'd with her fair Eyes I 'le fight no more Our Swords ill strike at what our Hearts adore The famous Gyants that with â—ove made War Had ne're storm'd Heaven had they paid homage there Palex. In these Resolves your Father you betray And in that act from Natures bonds you stray Zung. A stronger force weak Natures pow'r controles Nature makes tyes of Blood but Love of Souls Palex. In this unmanly and so mean design From Duty and from Honour you decline And she for Virtue has a Zeal so great You 'r lost should you but think of a Retreat If out of Honours paths one step you move She 'le hate you and abhor your worthless Love If o're her heart you would Victorious grow You must fight on her Bleeding Countrys Foe Zung. If then through Blood I must my Mrs. win Fâ—te and Necessity take off the Sin Like Providence I can act nothing ill Insallible cause 't is my Princess will If nought can châ—rm her breast but Fight and Wars I 'le tear Their heaâ—ts out to secure me Hers. And that her Love
no rest nor pause may take With Drums and Trumpets sounds I 'le keep 't awake Nor shall my stains of Blood my worth impair A Comet is as glorious as a Star Exeunt End of the First Act. The Second ACT. The Scene open'd discovers the Royal Pallace of Pequin the King of China and Orunda seated with Attendants of Women and Eunuchs King THe Mighty will from whence all pow'r does grow That plac'd the Sun above and me below That gave me all that I cou'd wish beside Has to my Royal Blood a Son deny'd But you fair Daughter must supply that want The tardy Fates dispute before they grant This day you must my Successour declare Choose me a Son and China's Crown an heir Orand Oh how extravagant is greatness grown All other Beauties are by Courtship won But the Imperial Daughters are oblig'd To yield their hearts before they are besieg'd We must Court first for since that Mortal dyes That dares but offer homage to our Eyes Custom has render'd that great and sublime Which were in all but us our Sexes crime King You by the Chinan Laws have understood That from the twelve next Princes of the blood Our Royal Daughter must two men prefer The most deserving of a Crown and her One of which two your Father must design The happy Man shall share your Love and mine In Pomp conduct the Rival Princes in And let this Royal Scene of Love begin Enter twelve Princes in Masquerade mask'd Quitazo and Licungus being of them a Maskal Dance is performed which ended the Princes unmask and the King and Princes rise King From this great Train now Daughter let your Eyes Mark out that worth which best deserves to rise And make such choice as may become her part Who founds an Empire where she givés a heart Here Orunda having view'd around stands stands with her Eye fixt on Quitazo Orund. So sudden and so sure Do I want sence Or have too much My Eyes my greatness wrong They ought to visit but not dwell so long That Look that Form Hold heart one minutes stay No 't is too great a Rebel to obey Like Vessels Stranded on a shallow Coast I 'm fixt and cannot move 'till I am lost Yet from my heart this favour I receive It gives me warning e're it takes its leave And on my Fetters I my glory build For now I shall be Conquer'd ere I yeeld King Daughter your kindest thoughts Orund. Since in one Sphear Love ought to fix my wandring thoughts rest here pointing to Quitazo For since my Birth does no mean choice allow Theâ—'s something seems Imperial in his brow King Sure Daughter you your favours do misplace For in the Characters of his gloomy Face Wrapt in an angry and disdainful frown I read a Sullenness that scorns a Crown And certainly that Honour you design'd Deserv'd a brow more calm and look more kind Were I assur'd he did the grace despise Hâ—s Head not Heart should be your Sacrifice But choose again and your mistake retrieve Whilsâ— I thâ— forfeit of his Head forgive That his severer punishment may be To live and feel the loss of You and Me. Orund. What fatal fury does your passion raise To judge that his offence which is his praise His Gallantry is in that Look exprest They take gifts coldest who deserve them best A Modesty in his dark brow I find The noblest mark of an Illustrious mind He seems to tell me in his looks cast down That my kind hand must raise him to a Crown Then blame not that which shews him great and good His merits are the brighter for the Cloud His darken'd Visage wears King But name the second man and then I 'le bind That the Eternal Providence has sign'd Your destiny from my high pleasure springs The will of Heav'n speaks in the breath of Kings Orund. The cruel rigour of our Laws Revoke Orunda only can Quitazo choose And for his sake must all man-kind refuse King A Father and a King you ill mistrust I to your Love can be both kind and just Orund. Sir I obey you since your Laws design I must name two may the kind Gods incline aside My Fathers fancy to conspire with mine Sir for his Second I Lycungus choose The only man I would with scorn refuse Him as Quitazo's foyle I set his dark Harsh and ill-featur'd look seems more the mark Of Policy then Love If with my Eyes My Father sees he must that face despise Aside And for my Armes my nobler choice ordain A sweetness fit to Love and Majesty to Reign Your Sentence Royal Sir King They seem to Worth so equally alli'd My fancy must survey e're it decide Orund. How can your wandring fancy stray so far That your weak Eyes their merit can compare Look on that brow what formes of horror dwell Where hate and rage like meeting Tempests swell But see what charms his softer looks impart Worthy to rule your Empire and my Heart What winning goodness does that frame adorn With all its gayest dress of greatness worne King Daughter you 'r born too near a Crown to Err Quitazo then I to your Grace prefer And if He yet wants what your praises speak He 'le soon be all you wish him for your sake That merit which you do not find you 'l make After a Sound of Trumpets from a distance Enter a Messenger who delivers a Memorial in a Scroule of Parchment to the King whilst he reads one of the attending Princes speaks Prince The Emperour is disturb'd his alter'd look Does seem to say his mighty mind is shook Whence should proceed this fear Lycung Sir you mistake He is a Monarch and his mind can't shake Fears the Convulsion of Ignoble Souls Whose aw'd pow'r some Superior force controles But he that 's absolute and depends on none Is above Terrour and that Right alone Belongs to Kings The life of Majesty But one unalterable Scene should be Unmov'd by storms a waâ—k of State untrod By all but Kings and boundless as a God It should not stop nor any change admitt Inconstancy and â—bbs are only fit For those whose Luster 's small or not their own The Moon admits of wains but not the Sun King Read there new Subjects of a Monarchs care I must Engage in a defensive War The Blooâ—y Tartars have Incursions made And their dead Kings Revenge too fully paid Orund. How Sir are you betray'd or have they past That mighty Bar which your great Fathers cast That Wall whose length does in a stately Pride Your China from their Tartary divide King No with a pow'r of Horse by Winters aide He o're the Ice our Country does Invade And fierce Zungteus Heads this Barb'rous Train Whose fury has so many thousands slain My Subjects by his Conq'ring power o'recome Meet both their Murder and their Martyrdom My Men he Massacres my Towns he Burns And into Funeral Piles whole Cities turns But thanks to that brave Youth of unknown name
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
And the subduing of a Princess heart If killing is such an Heroick part And so much worth from giving Deaths accrue Then Plagues and Famines have more worth than you Quit. Madam I must be gone A stay so long Does both your Greatness and your Beauty wrong Unworthily I have approacht too nâ—gh An excellence so sacred and so high A greater distance fits my humble state Th' unworthy should in outward Temples wait Whilst th'inner steps which to high Altaâ—s lead None but the Holy and inspir'd should tread Whilst meaner worths more awfully forbear In Reverence to th' Almighty presence there Exâ— Orund. If this be Love 't is brave must Victory And Glory be the steps t' ascend to me In such a Lover Oh how blest but hold A sudden check makes my faint Blood run cold T' his Mistress Armes a Vâ—ctor he returns Suppose he for some other Mistress burns Oh Jealousie my thoughts take hideous â—ormes I fear those Clouds he wore will end in stormes If all this Gallantry should prove but Art Oh the sad Ruines of a wounded heart But why should I suspect 't is all mistake But to shun dangers I 'le this refuge take Mine and my Fathers pow'r shall keep him here Till Law and Sacred Rites remove my fear Then when I 've made him and his Soul my own Have made him Lord of Me my Love and Crown I 'le fear no Rivals but securely trust My Eyes and Charms to keep him kind and just Devotion is by unbelief destroy'd None are Apostates who have Heav'n enjoy'd Enter Lycungus Yet I 'le remove all doubt Lycungus stay You have Convers't with Fame what does it say Of my Quitazo Lyc. What it says of things 'Twixt men and Gods what it should say of Kings Orund. But what do you think of him Lyc. As I ought All of him that can come in reach of thought But the vast Bliss which your high favours give None but the rich Possessor can conceive Orund. Hold you mistake the thing which I demand My pow'r and its effects I understand It is his native Virtues I enquire Not my own Creatures those which I inspire I have a trust which to your private care I would commit search out his Character Observe his Actions and his Looks survey And for my Thanks I will my Friendship pay Lyc. So paid my Loyalty you need not fear At half that price you 'd buy my life too dear Orund. This Curiosity's a Venial part Where I bestow an Empire and a Heart Lyc. Madam I 'le bring him drawn to 'th life I 'le use All aâ—ts and means that may his Soul disclose And the large Mirrour shall be clear and true I 'le be his Paâ—nter and Historian too Exit Orunda Why all this search It s depth I cannot sound Howe're I like the Structure though the ground I understand not The Employment's brave And Princess I am thy Obedient Slave My Services shall such Reward deserve That I 'le take care my labour shall not starve Allegiance can do much but Interest more States men serve Princes not as Slaves dig o're In Mines t'enâ—ich their Masters and themselves be Poor In toyle and sweat like them we spend our hours But search the Mine to make the Treasure ours Exit The Scene changes Enter Quitazo Quit. What haunting fury did my Life pursue That me to this accurs't Election drew Forc'd by that Law this Court has long obey'd When any of the Imperial Daughters Wedd The Chinan Custom does her choice design Out of the twelve next Princes of the Line And he whose Birth within that limit lyes Must break all past though ne're so sacred tyes Or that Imperial grace refus'd he dyes Laws Virtues Fetters a strict Tye which still Makes those good only who want pow'r for ill Actions which Honour prompts and Love fulfils Are humane deeds by passions fram'd and wills But they are Bruits whom only Love controles For there our senses act without our Souls She 's here now must I speak that which I know When it takes breath will give a mortal blow But to take off some horrour of the wound I will prepare her for the killing sound Enter Alcinda Alc. Return'd from Court kind Heaven his presence here Removes my dangers and dispels my fear My dearest Lord here take me in your Arms. They embrace Enter Lycungus Lycung So close a conference such melting eyes aside Pray Heav'n I guess but right Quit. Ha a Surprize what brings him here Alc. What unkind man is this Thus to intrude and interrupt my bliss Dear Sir I will retire till he is gone My eâ—ger joys admit no lookers on Exit Lyc. Well well my Lord you feel the growth of State All Eyes look smiling on your rising Fate The Cause that brought that Lady brings me too No doubt all Sexes are your Suppliants now Quit. What does he mean aside Lyc. Ha's She obtain'd a grant Quit. Of what Oh Torture aside Lyc. Nay I know you want No pow'r t' oblige and by the view I took I read Petitions in her very Look Assist me Wit aside Quit. Death how he startles me aside Lyc. If her request some Crown some Kingdom be Do not deny her think how large a pow'r Is seated in a Chinan Emperor So many Coronets wait on your Crown That petty Kingdoms are an easie Boon You from the Princess smiles more greatness have engrost Then any thing beneath a God can boast Quit. He has eased my staggering Soul of half its fear 'T is flattery not malice brings him here He saw her last kind Looks but thanks to his aside False light he read Petitions only in her eyes And 't is a happy Errour but to make All safe I will comply with the mistake You guest that Suppliant Ladys business right Her Father â—ell in the late Rebels Fight Great were her Countrys sufferings great were her own And to repair what Fire and Sword has done She humbly from my bounty does implore My Interest her greatness to restore Lyc. As I could wish aside I knew her Father well 'T was by a poyson'd Arrow that he fell And to pursue the Story did not that Afflicted Lady forc'd by her hard â—ate A Captive on the Conqueror's Triumphs wait Who by the Eyes of his fair Prey subd â—'d With Threats of Death his furious Love pursu'd Till the poor â—righted Lady lost the Field For her Lifes Ransom did her Honour yeeld But weakness did at last decide the strife And 't was a Sacrifice to save a Life Quit. Horrour and Death was ever sucâ— a Lye And not one Blush at the impiety She yeeld her Honour God's can you hear this But if your Thunder 's not awake mine is Draws For this loud Blasphemy thou dyest Lyc. Hold Sir Have I affronted you or injur'd her If she has lost her Honour where's th' Offence To tell you so Quit. Oh savage Impudence Thy deserv'd Sentence I too long deâ—er And thy one
Tryal of my Love If Amavanga's Arme Victorious prove My King Reveng'd and China's Peace restor'd I 'le find this Second Subject for my Sword Points to her heart And if it be his Fate to kill I 'le try If after me h' has Love enough to dy Then to the Skyes together we 'l take Flight As Conqu'rours and be Crown'd with Wreaths of Light Since for our Loves the World no Room has giv'n Dying we will Remove the Scene to Heav'n We 'l Shine the brightest Pair that Reign Above No such twin-Stars as those that dy in Love Enter Theinmingus Zungteus Palexus and Tartars on one side King of China Quitazo Licungus and Guards of Chineses on the other side Amavanga Vangona Zungteus and Palexus with drawn Swords advance into the middle of the Stage A Herauld with a large Parchment-Roll at the further end of the Stage faces the Audience Thein In Presence of both Armies Heav'n and youâ— I solemnly my former Oath Renew That at his Victory and our Defeat I from your Empire will in Peace Retreat To all those Articlâ—s contain'd I yield All your Demolish't Citys I 'le rebuild King of China If in this Fight Fate on our Champion frown We 're Tributaries to the Tartar Crown Thein The next thing is it lies in your free Choice To fight with Seconds or without Zung. Your Voice Are you for Seconds Amav Seconds are Men grown Such Cowards that they dare not dy alone Beasts fight in heards and when Men are so Rude To decide Quarrels by a Multitude When snatch't at by so many Hands a way So Savage Honor 's not a Price but Prey Palex. But Sir by Custom and by â—riendship's Laws We plead a Seconds Right in a Friends Cause Am. Such Men true Friendship never understood Who basely with their own mix their Friends Blood Seconds th' Invention of some Coward Hand By Customary Barb'rousness maintain'd Which all Heroick Spirits must disown Who borrow others Courage doubt their own Decrepit Age may with Brisk Seconds fight And Wink and Conquer if their Arms hit right No Sir I beg yours and these Monarchs leave That from our Single Hands they would their Fates receive Zung. Agreed Thein King of China Agreed Thein Draw off and at the Trumpets sound Prepare your Entries first then choose your Ground Am. Sir I request your Promise if I fall To let him give me Private Funeral Pointing to Van. After the Sound of Trumpets they Fight and Amavanga falls The Tartars Shout Am. Draw nearer Sir and know these Closing Eyes ' Twou'â— be unkind to dye in a Disguise Empty of Blood my Veins with Love are fiâ—'d I 'm Charm'd even by that Courage I am kill'd Zung. My Amavanga dead and by my Hand Oh! Envious Gods with fâ—tal Planet Raign'd Ore this Black Day Could any thing but Hate And Scorne to me make you Embrace this Fate To Chuse your Murder from no Hand but this Am. Hold Sir t' accuse now I 'm dying is A Sound too harsh tâ—a breaking Lover's Heart So long a Farewell and unkindly Part Do not Repine at this Unhappy Blow Think what Devotion to my King I owe. Nothing but Loyalty and Honouâ—'s Laws Engag'd me in this Great but Fatal Cause Do not Deplore my Fate it is a Grace too High I 've lost an Empire and deserve to dy My Conscious Soul do's all my stains recount And blush to look on Heav'n where it would mount But if Heav'ns Mercy any Room can spare To let a Worthless Guest inhabit there My Soul shall bear thy Image to the Sky I 'l grasp thee till I reach Eternity And when I 'm there if Love so far can view Look up to me as I 'l look down to you dyes Zung. Her Sacrilegious Murder do's present All Horrours that Distraction can invent Or Tortuâ—'s yeild My stagg'ring Frame 's ill built And takes Convulsions from the Wounds she felâ— Palex. Restrain your Passion Let it ne'r be said You plaid the Lover in an Armies Head Zung. Gods Thein Now by the Justice of our stronger Cause You must submit t' obey your Conqu'rours Laws K. of China What I have sworn I never dare â—ll back Zung. Then Sir that Oath you swore 't is I dare break Be still a Monarch Tears the Articles You shall not shrink thus tamely from a Throne Nor quit one Gemm that sparkles in a Crown Thein How Tâ—aytor Zung. No I 'm China's Mortal Foe But 't is a Debt I to my Honour owe To give him back the forfeit of his Crown And to maintain his and my own Renown I 'le stake my Life and Soul and lend my Sword To Guard that Throne my bounty has restor'd Thein Great Gods what black Offences have I done To find so great a Traytor in a Son The Name of Son he ha's too long possest Direct your Swords at the bold Rebels Brest Zung. First hear me Sir and then my Life I 'le yield To my Disgrace I have a Woman kill'd Alc. A Woman Zung. But it shall never stain my past Renowâ— To say I fought with Women for a Crown I set such Rate on Kings though Enemies That though my mounting Pride at Empire flyes Yet my Ambition ha's this Virtue taught I scorne to wear a Crown so cheaply bought Once more then for my Honour and your own Choose out a Manly Hand to Guard your Throne Choose out a Champion from your Armies Head With him once more my former Cause I 'le plead Let our too Swords renew this great debate And turn the Scale of Empires by our Fate Quit. Sir Let my Hand that glorious Cause decide King of China Quitazo hold that Suite must be deny'd No I have found his Vertue so Sublime I dare not trust my Cause a Second time Zungteus ha's a mind so God-like great And Generous he can no Equal meet When e'r he fights unmatch't he has the Odds Who fights with him makes War against the Gods For sure their Deities must take his side Whose Soul is to their Heav'n so near ally'd I 'le trust my Fate to no more single Hands But bow to what this Conqu'rour Commands Zung. If then you dare not trust a single Sword Be in you Pallace Walls again secur'd The former Truce we made remains this Night And the next Morning's Sun Renews the Fight If through the Camp you doubt in your Retreat Your Person 's safety to the City Gate To You I and my Army shall this Homage pay Your Foes to morrow but your Guards to day Ring of China Brave Conqu'rour Had you of this Days Fate th' Advantage took You from my Hand had China's Scepter struck But they to th' highest Pitch of Conquest Rise Who the Reward of Conquest can despise Exit King of China attended Thein Zungteus Deeds and Glories are above The Payment of a King and Fathers Love I could call back my Youth and wish to be Thy Brother only to act Deeds like thee Manent only Zungteus Palexus
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