and whâ—…te forms we 'l with a radiant light Their Breasts incircle till their Passions be Gentle as Nature in its Infancy Till soften'd by our Charms their Furies cease And their Revenge dissolves into a Peace Thus by our Death appeas'd their Quarrel ends Whom Living we made Foes Dead we 'l make Friends Muly L. Oh generous Princess whose couragious Breath Can set such glorious Characters on Death The antient World did but too modest prove In giving a Divinity to Love Love the great Pow'r o th' higher World controuls Heaven but creates but Love reâ—…ines our Souls Enter to them Q. Mother weeping Q. Moth. Oh Son your Royal Father Muly L. Hold your Tears Confound my hopes O my presaging fears Has he it cannot be has he decreed Morena must not no she shall not bleed The Skies would blush when that bold deed were done And look more red than at a setting Sun Q Moth. 'T is not Morena who is doom'd to dy Muly L. Has he decreed I shall her place supply If so thanks my kind Father thou hast done The only deed that could oblige a Son If I to save your Life resign my own to Morena I shall more glorious shine than on his Throne Q. Moth. That object which your Mothers tears procures Is your great Fathers sudden fate not yours Muly L. My Father ha Q. Moth. is dead Just as he sate Pronouncing yours and your Morena's fate A sudden Check his hasty Breath controul'd He startled trembled and his Eye balls rould His wandring fears his unshap'd thoughts supply'd With horrours then Muly Labas he cry'd Forgive what my mistaken Rage has done In peace possess thy Mistress and my Throne Then with his dying Breath his Soul retir'd And in a sullen sigh his Life expir'd Muly L. The Emperour dead and with his dying Breath Did he Morena to his Son bequeath He in this Gift a Father has out-don And robs me of the Duty of a Son For those just Tears which Nature ought t' imploy To pay my last Debt to his Memory The Crowning of my Passâ—…on disallows Grief slightly sits on happy Lovers Brows Enter Crimalhaz and Hametalhaz with Attendants A Shout within All Long live Muly Labas Emperour of Morocco Crim. Welcome brave Prince to your great Fathers Crown Advancing from a Prison to a Throne The City does in one full shout concur And in one voice proclaim you Emperour Yet Sir your Freedom must not reach so far But this fair Princess Chains you still must wear The Sun Great Sir must in one circuit view Your Coronation and your Nuptials too Muly L. Enjoy a Throne and my Morena wedd A Joy too great were not my Father dead The Force of one the others Pow'r controuls Heav'n fits our swelling Passions to our Souls When some great Fortune to mankind's convey'd Such Blessings are by Providence allay'd Thus Nature to the World a Sun creates But with cold Winds his pointed Rays rebates Exit Muly L. leading Morena Q Moth. Besotted in thy Love and Empires Charms Sleep and grow dull in your Morena's Arms. 'T was not for this I rais'd thee to a Crown Poison'd the Father to enthrone the Son Hadst thou been ripe for Death we had decreed Thou shouldst him in his Fate not Throne succeed Thy early growth we in thy Chains had crusht And mix'd thy Ashes with thy Fathers Dust. But live fond Boy to manage our Design We first must thy Great General undermine They who by Policy a Crown pursue Snatch at one Grasp the Sword and Scepter too Then wee 'l with ease depose an Armless King Men sport with Serpents when they 've lost their Sting When our Designs to the full height succeed I 'le place the Crown Imperial on your Head to Crimalhaz Sir of your Progress a Relation make How died the King how did the Poison take Crim. With safety I accomplish'd your desire For Hell and Night did in the deed conspire As if He by some secret instinct knew The fatal Potion had been sent by you Up from his Seat he rose and sighing cried O unkind Laula and then groan'd and died His Death so much of horrour did present I curs'd my Hand for being the Instrument A strange unusual trembling shook my Heart As that Magâ—…cian whose infernal art Raising a Vision is with Terrour seiz'd At th'Apparition his own Charms have rais'd Have you consider'd Madam what you 've done Q. M. Poison'd my Husband Sir and if there need Examples to instruct you in the deed I 'll make my Actions plainer understood Coppying his Death on all the Royal Blood Crim. The Falls of Kings are heavy and on You Q. M. Hold Sir sure you have drunk the Poison too That thus your Blood grows cold and your faint Breast Is with such dull and stupid Fears possest A States-mans Breast should scorn to feel remorse Murder and Treason are but things of course Crim. I am a Convert Madam for kind Heaven Has to mankind immortal Spirits given And Courage is their Life but when that sinks And to tame Fears and Coward-faintness shrinks We the great Work of that bright Frame destroy And shew the World that even our Souls can dy By your Example I 'll great Deeds pursue My Thoughts sha'nt start at what my Hand dares do Hamet Madam as Agents in this great Design Zibdy Morat and Abdrahamon joyn They the Kings Ears will with such Whispers fill As shall the Poyson Jealousie instill And by such subtilty his Breast infect Till he his Generals Loyalty suspect Crim. Then to promote Suspition we 'l proclaim His Generals high Courage Pow'r and Fame His Armies Love and his great Spirit praise And to that pitch his heighten'd Virtues raise That their Perfection shall appear their Crime As Giants by their Height do Monsters seem Q. M. Brave Crimalhaz thy Breast and mine agree Now thou art woâ—…thy of a Crown and Mee And by such Arts I 'll my Sons Breast invade Till his fond Duty has his Life betray'd Till by my means we have his Army gain'd And have remov'd the Sword into your Hand And then we publâ—…kly and safely may Our bloody Ensigns to the World display His Pow'r once gone we 'l act his Death in state And dash his Blood against his Palace Gate Great Deeds should in the open day be don As Sacrifices offer'd to the Sun Crim. But till these mighty Actions ripen'd are We must the borrow'd Looks of Friendship wear Q. M. To flatt'ring light'ning our feign Smiles conform Which back'd with Thunder do but guild a Storm Exeunt Finis Actus primi Act the Second Scene the First The Scene opened is represented the Prospect of a large River with a glorious Fleet of Ships supposed to be the Navy of Muly Hamet after the Sound of Trumpets and the Discharging of Guns Enter King Young Queen Hametalhaz and Attendants Hamet GReat Sir Your Royal Fathers General Prince Muly Hamet's Fleet does homewards sail And in a solemn and
Lust enraged He with the Masker subt'ly has engaged His shape in the last entry to assume And seize you in the suppos'd Orpheus room Then will he rudely snatch you from the place And basely force You to his foul Embrace And at that instant Your dear Lord shall Bleed By Murderers appointed for the Deed. Whil'st with the noyse of Drums and Trumpets sound Your Out-cryes and his Dying Groans are drown'd Y. Q. Inhumane Monster such a bloody Fact No mortal sure can Think much less dares Act. Q. M. 'T is but too true But since No other force this Treason can withstand It is Your Husband and your Kings command When the bold Ravisher seizes You to take This brave resolve for your fair Vertues sake Where both your Honour and his life 's at stake In your Defence tâ—… act your own Champions part With your drawn Dagger stab him to the Heart Y. Q. Could Fate This Office on no hand but mine confer A Queen a Traytours Executioner Q. M. You have no leisure to dispute the deed You must resolve with Courage and with speed Y. Q. I 'le do 't And though it misbecomes my Hand Yet at my Vertues and my Kings command Through all my Veins I feel a manly heat And this Heroick act looks brave and Great Methinks I hear loud Fame already sing She nobly saved her Honour and her King Q. M. Fame in this Deed our Sex will higher prize Proving our Arms Victorious as our Eyes Y. Q. Yes Ravisher meet your intended Prey Meet her but meet your Death too way To strike my Dagger home Love and Obedience shall that strength supply Which Nature does t' a female Arm deny Exit Q. M. Let those whom pious Conscience awes forbear And stop at crimes because they Vengeance fear My deeds above their reach and pow'r aspire My Bosom holds more Rage than all Hell Fire Exit The Mask The Scene open'd is presented a Hell in which Pluto Proserpine and other Women-Spirits appeared seated attended by Furies the Stage being fill'd on each side with Crimalhaz Hamet Q. Mother and all the Court in Masquerade After soft Musick Enter Orpheus Orpheus Sings The grones of Ghosts and Sighs of Souls Infernal Ecchoes and the Howles Of Tortured Spirits cease A gentle Gust Has all things Husht And Hell in spite of Vengeance is at Peace Whilst Ravisht by my warbling Strings The Vultures moult their Wings The Furys from their Heads will sâ—…ake Each useless Snake The Scorpions loose their Stings And Hell it self forget their Tyrant Kings Pluto Sings Whence Mortal does thy Courage grow To dare to take a Walk so Low Orpheus Sings To Tell thee God thou art a Ravisher No Tears nor Prayer Your unresisted Will Controules Who Commit force on Vertue Rapes on Souls Pluto Sings Dares a weak Animal of Mortal Race Affront a God t' his Face And of a Crime Impeach a Deity Thy Breath has Damn'd Thee thou shalt Die. For your God and Honours sakes Unloose your twisted crests of snakes Into his Breast those swift Tormentors fling And his tortur'd Entrals Sting Proserpine Sings Oh Sir his fatal Doom recal Dispel your furious Anger Let not such noble worth your Victim fall Be kind both to a Lover and a Stranger Attendant Sings Oh Pardon Pardon what his height of Love discovers Rage is a venial Sin in Lovers Proserpine Sings Then gentle Stranger tell What Fortune has befell That brings a Lover down to Hell Orpheus Sings I have a Mistress in your Spheare Forc'd from my Armes By deaths Alarm's My Martyr'd Saint brings me a Pilgrim here My fair Eurdice my fair Eurdice Proserpine Sings Unhappy Wanderer which is she Oh which is she Orpheus Sings If a gentle Ghost you heare Complaining to the Winds and sighing to the Aire Breathing an unregarded Prayer If She in faint and murmuring Whispers Cry Orpheus Orpheus Oh I Die Snatch'd from Heaven and thee Oh that is She. Oh take me down to Her or send Her back to me Pluto Sings Shall Lovers Idle Prayers disturb my Eare Mortal we'v'e serious business here Your tiresome Story pleads in vaine Be gon Proserpine Sings But with thee thy fair Treasure take Releast by Love from that Eternal Chain Which destin'd Kings and Conquerours cannot break Pluto Sings No fond Man no who comes within my Power From Death and Hell returns no more Proserpine Sings If Hell's strâ—…ct Laws have never alt'red bin Let us be kind and now begin Revoke her angry Doom That when on Earth they come To th' wondring World he in soft Aires may tell Mercy as well as Justice Rules in Hell Pluto Sings Your love does with Success implore Conduct Her in but in such State As fits the Court of Fate And to his Hand the fairest Guest restore That Ever Landed on the Stygian Shore Proserpine Exit and Reenters with the young Queen Drest for Euridice Orpheus For this sigâ—…al Grace to the World I 'le declare In Heaven Earth and Hell Loves Pow'r is the Same No Law there nor here no God so Severe But Love can Repeale and Beauty can Tame Chorus For This Signal Grace to the World I 'le declare In Heaven c. Here a Dance is perform'd by several infernal Spirits who ascend from under the Stage the Dance ended the King Offers to snatch the Young Queen from the Company who instantly draws her Dagger and stabs him Y. Q. Take that Ravisher stabs Him Q. M. Hold. King By my Morenas hand undisguising himself Y. Q. Muly Labas Faints away and falls into the hands of some Women who run in to her Assistance Here all the Masquers undisguise and run in to the Kings assistance Q. M. My Son kâ—…l'd by Her hand Crim. Call my Physitians Bid my Guards appear The Emperour Stab'd the Queen his Murderer King Have I for this a too fair Saint admir'd And with a more than common Love inspir'd Rais'd my bold Thoughts so high t' engross your Charms And bounded my Ambition in your Arms And muâ—…t I die as depos'd Angels fell 'Cause they aspir'd and lov'd their Heav'n too well My death Morena a less pain will be Than 't is to think I owe my death to Thee Have I less kindness from your Hands than Eyes For they have given me gentler wounds than these Your hand 't is true has your Adorer Ki'ld 'T has reacht his Heart but not the Love it held Your Image cannot from my Soul retire My Lov 's Immortal though my Life expire Dyes Here the Young Queen being revived before the last words of the King turnes and kneels to him Y. Q. Oh my dear Lord Stay gentle soul Oh stay Rude Death stand off his life 's too great a Prey But Oh he 's gon His ravish't Soul is mounting to the Skyes But I 'le send mine t'o'â—…etake it as it flyes Offers to stab her self but is detain'd by Crimalhaz and the Dagger snatcht from her Y. Q. Why does your cruelty my hand debar From being a
And hither come with such a Force of Charms As may give check even to your prosp'rous Armes Millions of Cupids hovering in the Rear Like Eagles following fatal Troops appear All waiting for the slaughter which draws nigh Of those bold Gazers who this Night must dye Nor can you 'scape our soft Captivitie From which old Age alone must set you free Then tremble at the fatal Consequence Since 't is well known for your own part Great Prince 'Gainst us you still have made a weak Defence Be generous and wise and take our part Remember we have Eyes and you a Heart Else you may find too late that we are things Born to kill Vassals and to conquer Kings But oh to what vain Conquest I pretend Whilâ—…st Love is our Commander and your Friend Our Victory your Empire more assures â—…or Love will ever make the Triumph yours Written by the Earl of Rochester PROLOGUE At the Play House FOr this days Treatment you have pai'd too deare Your best belov'd diversion is not here All you 're now like to have is a dull Play The Wells have stoln the Vizar Masks away Now punk in penitential Drink begins To purge the surfeit of her London Sins Their Loves have been o're stockt and but make stop For a new tillage tow'rds another Crop 'T is seasonable sometimes to forbeare Alass it is not Harvest all the Year Though heated they like tatter'd Ships keep in They stay but to refit then Lanch again Be honest then one Day and patient sit With neither baudy in the Play nor Pit And though thus far you to your loss are come What 's yet still worse you must drive Empty home Nor when Play 's done need the shamefaced Debauch Change the guilt Chariot for the hackney Coach Then since our sober Andience denyes You furious men of prey all hopes of prize To see the Play should be your only Ends Wee 'le then presume you are the Authors Friends And though you miss your dear delights you may Be to the Poet kind and Clap the Play Your Hands are now employ'd no other Way The Actors Names Muly Labas Son to the Emperour of Morocco Mr. Harris Muly Hamet a Prince of the Royal Blood contracted to Mariamne and General of the Emperours Forces Mr. Smith Crimalhaz a Courtier and Gallant to the Queen Mother Mr. Batterton Hametalhaz his Confident and Creature Governour of a Castle in Morocco Mr. Medbourne Abdelcador Friend to Muly Hamet Mr. Crosby Achmat An Eunuch Laula Empress of Morocco and Mother to Muly Labas and Mariamne Mris. Batterton Mariamne her Daughter Mris. Mary Lee. Morena Daughter to Taffalet Mris. Johnson Villains Lords Messengers Priests Masquers and other Attendants THE EMPRESS OF MOROCCO The First Act Scene the First Scene opens Muly Labas appears bound in Chains attended by Guards Muly L. COndemn'd to Fetters and to Scepters born 'T is in this Garb unhappy Princes mourn Yet Fortune to great Courages is kind 'T is he wants Liberty whose Soul 's confin'd My Thoughts out-fly that mighty Conqueror Who having one World vanquish'd wept for more Fetter'd in Empires he enlargement crav'd To the short Walk of one poor Globe enslav'd My Soul mounts higher and Fates Pow'r disdains And makes me reign a Monarch in my Chains But 't is my Father has decreed my fate Yet still he shews his Greatness in his hate Thy rage brave Prince mean Subjects does despise None but thy Son shall be thy Sacrifice Enter Morena bound This dazling Object my weak sight invades Such Beauty would make Dungeons lose their shades Moren Remember Sir when first you were a Guest To Taffaleâ—…a's Court and to my Breaâ—…t That I fond Woman in a 〈◊〉 shape Was a Conspirator in my own Rape When in a fatal night whose darkness did Both our Escapes and my faint Blushes hide With You I fled my Countrey left a Crown Heir oâ—…ly â—…ow t'â—…n 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 And now for refuge to Mâ—…rocco come We in your Fathers Court receive this doom points to her Chains Our Love from him this Entertainment gains We in our Sanctâ—…ary meet our Chains Our Fathers too have now proclaim'd a War By Taffaletta's Arms we are pursu'd Our amorous flights like threatning Comets are Which thus draw after them a train of Bloud Muly L. Why do you thus â—… sad relation make Of all that you have suffer'd for my sake Unless you my Unworthiness resent And of your misplaced kindnesses repent Moren No I recount the Scenes of our past storms To arm your Fancy for more pleasing forms I come to tell you that your Father's kind And has our mutual Happiness design'd Of our past Woes I have this relation given As Purgatory does make way for Heaven Muly L. This does disperse my Fears checks my Despair And has my Father Shall we then and are Our Loves and Hopes Oh my uâ—…ruly Joy Which does my Thoughts so in their Birth destâ—…oy That my disorder'd Words no form can bear Speak then what You would say and I would hear Moren He has pronounâ—…'d such great and glorious things As are fit only for the Breath of Kings Our happy Passion he so far approves That ere three days expire he 'l crown our Loves Know then to grant our Souls a stricâ—…r Tye He has decreed we shall together Dye Muly L. How are my visionary Dreams retir'd And my fond Hopes in the Embrace expir'd Mor. That day my Father Taffaletta's Arms To this proud City give their first Alarms His Standard fix't before Moroâ—…co's Walls Muly Labas and his Morena falls He for my Murder does this reason plead He will present my Father with my Head That sudden Blow which he designs for you 'T is your suspected Treason prompts him to And the same Jealousie that made his Breath Decree your Chains makes him pronounce your Death Muly L. I freely at his feet my Life will throw Life is a debt we to our Parents ow. But die suspected Can he think so fouâ—… A Thought as Treason harbours in his Soul Which does Morena's sacred Image bear No shape of ill can come within her Sphear But must Morena fall when eâ—…re she bleeds He no severer a Damnation needs That dares pronounce the Sentence of her Death Than the Infection that attends that Breath Moren Hold Sir and your unmanly fears remove And shew your Courage equal to your Love Let us to Death in solemn Triumph go As to the nobler Nuptials of the two For when we 're dead and our freed Souls enlarg'd of Natures grosser burdens we 're discharg'd Then gentle as a happy Lovers Sigh Like wandring Meteors through the Air we 'l fly And in our aâ—…ry Walk as subtil Guests We 'l steal into our cruel Fathers Breasts There read their Souls and track each Passions sphear See how Revenge moves there Ambition here And in their Orbs view the dark Characters Of Siâ—…ges Ruins Murders Blood and Wars We 'l blot out all those hideous Droughts and wrâ—…te Pure
Who e're has seen us knows I am a Queen That powerful Word his Silence does demand 'T is Blasphemy to name nay understand What Princes act Crim. Ho! Achmat Achmat Enter Achmat. What bold Man has been Admitted to th' Apartment of the Queen Ach. Prince Muly Hamet Q. Moth Ha! by whose Command Achm. The Royal Signet from the Kings own hand Gave him Admittance Q. Moth. But rude Slave how durst You violate what I commanded first Know Traytor I am Mother to a King His Pow'r subordinate from Me does spring My Orders therefore should unquestion'd stand Who gave him Breath by which he does Command What my Commands have mist this shall make good Princes are by their Deeds best understood Stabs the Eunuch who falls and dies Crim. Fall and in Death all hopes of Mercy lose Who durst the Secrets of your Queen disclose Closets of Princes should be held Divine As a Saints presence Consecrates his Shrine And Princes Pleasures should Alliance hold With their great Pow'r be free and uncontrou'ld Q. Moth. Is it not pity now That Grave Religion and dull sober Law Should the high flights of Sportive Lovers aw Whilst for the loss of what 's not worth a Name The slight excâ—…rsions of a wanton flame You must your Ruine meet and I my Shame And yet we must not at our Dooms repine Because Law and Religion are Divine Yes they 're Divine for they 're so over-good I 'm sure they ne're were made by Flesh and Blood But since 't is past what does your Courage think You will not shake at what I scorn to shrink Crim. No though I lose that Head which I before Desig'nd should the Morocco-Crown have wore Yet what 's the fear of Tortures Death Hell Death Like a faint Lust can only stop the Breath Tortures weak Engines that can run us down Or skrew us up till we are out of tune And Hell a feeble puny cramp of Souls Such infant Pains may serve to frighten Fools Fates if I 'm doom'd your Mark â—…'le stand you fair Nor will I for your Favours lose a Pray'r Q. M. A pray'r Devotion and a States-man No The Pow's above are titular below Stars are all Eye and when great Deeds are done All their faint Lights are but bare Lookers on Now thou art brave none but a Heart above The shock of Fortune could deserve my Love But fear no danger to our aid I 'le call My Arts and Fiends in Hell to stop our Fall To this I 'le for our safety take recourse Through your right Hand this fatal Dagger force Then leave the Conduct of the Deed to me Fate dares no less than my Protector be Here Crimalhaz stabbs himself in his right Arm which immediately appears bloody Crim. 'T is don Throws away the Dagger Enter to them the King and Muly Hamet King May Heav'n forgive my Eies that they have seen This Object in a Mother and a Queen Q. M. Oh Son be deaf to what will wound your Ear Let this black Day be cancell'd from the Year But if your Justice must his Faults pursue Impose on Me what to his Guilt is due Muly H. See how she treats her Shame Madam I wish Your Virtues greater or your Birth were less King Since you have sullied thus our Royal Blood The Grounds and Rise of this past Crime relate to Crimalhaz That having your Offences understood We what we cann't recall may expiate Crim. Sir 'T was my fate Q. M. Hold Sir the Story does to me belong A Womans Frailty from a Womans Tongue Whilst pensively I in my Closet sate My Eyes pay'd Tribute to my Husbands Fate And while those Thoughts my sinking Spirits seis'd His Entrance my dejected Courage rais'd Pointing to Muly Hamet The sudden Object did new Thoughts produce My Griefs suspended lent my Tears a Truce For then I otherwise employ'd my Eies Whilst in His Aspect I read Victories points to Muly Hamet But Muly Hamet then your cruel Breast Muly H. Speak Q. M. Let my Tears and Blushes speak the rest Muly H. What does she mean My lab'ring Thoughts dispatch Q. M. Your Soul and Person Nature did ill match Such savage Passions and unruly Heat Lodg'd in Your Breast hold a too glorious Seat Muly H. This mystick Language does my Sence confound Q. Moth. Oh Sir King This riddling History expound Q. M. Well Sir since you will force my Tongue I must Be to my Honour and my Virtue just Having a while upon each other gaz'd He at my Silence I his Eyes amaz'd Then Muly Hamet then King What did he do Q. M. Attempt to ravish me His alter'd Brow Wore such fierce Looks as had more proper been To lead an Army with than Court a Queen And as a Ravisher I abhorr'd him more In that black form than I admir'd before But whilst my Virtue a Resistance made My Shrieks and Cries brought Achmat to my aid Whilst th' Eunuch stood amaz'd his Sword he snatc'd And at one Stroke his wond'ring Soul dispatch'd Muly H. Oh Horrour Q. M. Then led by some happy Chance Kind Crimalhaz did to my Aid advance Crim. But being by my sudden Entrance crost And all the Hopes of his stoln Pleasures lost My sight did to his sparkling Eies inspire Such Rage as if his Lust had lent em Fire Though Justice in Her Cause did guide my Hand No Sword could his Victorious Arm withstand And when his Weapon through my Hand run Fearing th' Event of what his Rage had done He bore away my Sword a poor Pretence To turn his Crime upon my Innocence Muly H. False and perfidious Traytour to Crimalhaz Sir to your Royal Favours add one more to the King And I 'le quit all that I receiv'd before To this Adulterer your Leave afford To vindicate his Treason by his Sword That Justice by my Hand may give him Death And stifle with his Blood his peâ—…jur'd Breath King Hold Sir if you this rash attempt pursue You 'l make me think that what he says is true This subtile mystery confounds me more Than the past horrour of the Deed before Crim. Alas Sir He who has so savage been To dare abuse the Honour of a Queen Esteeming all less Crimes but sportive things Could not want Words t' abuse the Ears of Kings Muly H. Bold Villain King Hold your Passions Rage command You in an injur'd Monarchs presence stand Muly H. Can the Eternal Pow'rs such Treachery Permit You the great Rulers of the Sky Sitting thus patient at so tame a rate In Heav'ns soft ease are grown effeminate If such loud Crimes your armless Pow'r out-face Your pointless Vengeance will your Heav'n disgrace Q. M. Had you my Breast by Honour sought to win Yet Love t' a pious Mother and a Mourning Queen Had sounded harsh But grant that Time and Love Could from my Bosom my dead Lord remove I to your Passion might so just have been To 've met your Love but not i th' shape of Sin Muly H.
as they Q. M. See Sir she begs her Death as a Reward Use Charity do not her Bliss retard to Crimal aside Crim. In Common Murders Blood for Blood may pay But when a Martyr'd Monarch dies we may His Murderers Condemn But that 's not all A Vengeance hangs o're Nations where they Fall Q. M. No Tedious Introductions to her Death Good Sir make haste more business and less Breath Crim. Who wears his Crown can best defend his Cause I 'le on his Murderer Execute such Laws The Rigour of my Justice shall declare How high I rate that Majesty I weare Q. M. No Prologues to her Death let it be done I could have kil'd ten Queens while you are judge One. Crim. Therefore to prosecute his Death Q. M. Speak Home Crim. I on his Murderer must Pronounce a Doom Q. M. No Mercy be Severe Crim. As may Express I can't do more nor can his Blood ask less Guards I on You that Office do Confer Obey my Orders seize This Murderer Here the Guards seize the Q. M. Thy poyson'd Husband and thy murder'd Son This injur'd Empress and Moroccoes Throne Which thy accursed Hand so oft has shook Deserves A blow more Fierce than Justice ever strook Q. M. Q. M. Inhumane Villain Monster Devil Strugling in the Guards Crim. Silence her Fury Stop her poyson'd Breath And check her growing outrage by her Death But since to Me you 've been so kind t' impart Some Favours and a Title in your Heart In Gratitude and Honour you shall have This Mercy to walk gently to your Grave Bid my Physitians a strong Draught prepare And leave her Execution to their Care Q. M. Ungrateful Slave Crim. Go I 'le not hear her Plead No Arguments shall save a Traytours Head All his Revenge demanded I have done to the Y. Queen Perform your Vow accept my Love and Throne Q. M. Hold Sir I ask not Life such acts of Grace Your Bounty may on little Sinners pass My Sins are but too Capital My Son And Poyson'd Husband What have I not don So many Treasons and such bloody Rage Would sink an Empire and defame an Age. No sound but Deaths harsh Name my Soul could Daunt Now all my Sins my frighted Conscience Haunt Guilt onely thus to guilty Minds appeares As Syrens do to drowning Mariners Seen onely by their Eyes whose Deaths are Nigh We rarely see our Crimes before we Die And now they 're seen I 'm with such Horrour strook They seem so large I dare not Upwards look Where 's all my Confidence and Courage driven Guilt ne're grows bashful till it thinks of Heaven Though I want Pow'r to ask for Mercy there I will look down and beg my Pardon here Kneels to the Y. Q. Fair Innocence I for your Pardon sue T' a condemn'd Traytour but a Mother too Let her repenting Sighs her Griefs impart Who thus Offers her Tears and thus thy Heart Stabs the Young Queen Die Rival and Die Traytour Runs to stab Crimalhaz but being stopt by the Guards stabs her self Then Die Thou Crim. Morena Kild Q. M. Yes Sir and I 'de have don the same for You. But since my Dagger has so feebly don Missing thy Breast I 've sent it to my own If some kind Devil had but took my part I 'had pierc'd thy Bosom as I 've don thy Heart Curse on weak Nature which my Rage unman'd A Masculine heart linkt with a Female Hand My Stars had been more just had they design'd Me less of Hell or less of Woman-kind Y. Q. T' express my Gratitude thus low I Bow to the Q. M. Murder was ne're an act of Grace till now Your Curteous Arm retrived mine from a Guilt Morenas Hand Morenas Blood had spilt Had not that stroke more kindly been decreed You ne're did act a Mother till this Deed Here I perform my Vow To Crimalhaz giving him her Hand When I 've resign'd My Soul to Him take all I leave behind Thy death Dear Saint reveng'd and mine so near Such charming objects to my Thoughts appear In hopes I shall meet Thee my Joy's so high Methinks I visit Heav'n before I die My mourning Soul durst ne're one thought encline To sense of Joy till it drew nigh to Thine Heaven's Blisses are a prize Love only Wins Where my Life ends my happiness Begins Dyes Q. M. Is this your Thanks for all her Love has done Who staked her Soul to raise Thee to a Throne Durst you Perfidious Villain with one Breath Pronounce Her Coronation and my Death But I 've remov'd that Rival Thanks to Me Her wandring Soul is mounted to a Cloud But you may Court her still in Heav'n if she Can hear so far and you can talk so loud Crim. Though against Me your Rage had just pretence Yet how durst you assault such Innocence Q. M. Let single Murthers Common Hands Suffice I Scorn to kill less than whole Families In all my Race I nothing find that 's ill But that I 've Barren been and wanted still More Monarchs to dethrone more Sons to Kill My Actions are scarce worth the Memory And I am yet too Innocent to Dye Had but my Hand performed thy Murther too I should meet Death with smiles upon my Brow But Oâ—… my Spirit 's Faint yet I have Breath Enough to make a Prayer before my Death If there be such a place as yeilds abodes To Souls that scorn the company of Gods May I in Hell hell's greatest Torments bear Provided 'tis thy Doom to meet me there Dyes Crim. Infection stick upon thy blasted name Thou Foile to Monsters and thy Sexes shame to Q. M. But here my Heart to Pity does Incline to Y. Queen Till now I smil'd at blood but sigh for Thine Vertue farewel I could bewail thy Fate But 't is a Cowards Crime to grieve too late Fury's the Mourning garb great Spirits weare From this day for thy sake no Lives I 'le spare I will send â—…housands to attend thy shade Lust made me King Love has a Tyrant made Remove those breathless objects those dumb shows Of Majesty now I 'le for deeds prepare This morning must begin and end a War Kind Taffalet does for my presence Call I am invited to his Funeral The little Champion with impatience waites To beg a Tomb before Morocco's Gates And rather than his lingâ—…ing Fate delay I 'le with my Army take a walk that way His heat of blood and lust of Crowns shall cease Lasht to a Calm and cool'd into a Peace Enter Hametalhaz in hast a sound of Trumpets heard from within Ham Your Army 's routed ere the War 's begun The City taken and your Empire won And this surprising Conquest is not gain'd â—…y Taffalets but Muly Hamets Hand Crim. Muly Hamet from his banishment return'd Ham. Yes at the News of th' Emperours Death Concern'd That his great Master was by you betray'd He came to Taffalet and frankly made A proffer of his Sword which brave demand Was by the generous
abuse that pow'r You gave For he who sav'd my Honour will guard yours That very Argument your Life secures Then trust to Fortune and my Counsel Go And visit him but wear no Jealoâ—…s brow It makes men False to be Suspected so I 'le be your Leader King When She leads the Way Though it were Death to go 't were worse to Stay Madam I 'le go For Taffaletta's Armes In few dayes March will reach Moroccoes Walls If Crimalhaz prove False at his Alarms Muly Labas by a forreign Conq'rour falls Staying I tamely Perish if I go I face my Ruine and I Charge my Foe It will more like an act of Courage look To be by Ruine met than over-took But at my sight perhaps he in my brow May something read which his High thoughts may bow Kings that want Armes do not want Majesty Heav'n is still Heav'n though 't lays its Thunder by Exit with Attendants Q. M. Go easy Fool and Dye and when you Bleed Remember I was Author of the Deed. T' enlarge Fates black Records search but My Soul There ye Infernal Furies read a scrowl Of Deeds which you want Courage to Invent Of which Hells Legends want a President Scene the Second The Scene open'd is presented a Prospect of a Clouded Sky with a Rain bow After a shower of Hail enter from within the Scenes Muly Hamet and Abdelcador Abd. Such Storms as These this Climate never knew A Show'r of Hail's an Object strange and new I fear it does Portend some Dire Event That waits upon your Fatal Banishment Muly H. My Country Princess and my King forsook Stormes to my Miseries like attendants look These Tempests Sir are to my Sufferings due When my King Frowns 't is just that Heav'n frown too But why does my dear Confident intend In my Misfortunes thus to run my Race Must I in my sad Ruine plunge my Friend As Drowning men sink those whom they Embrace Abd. Do not my friendships right forbid With You I 've been a Conq'rour why not Exile too Shall my Esteem grow faint or my Zeal less Because I view you in a Meaner dress Your outward Pomp laid by and Honours raz'd The Saint's not less although the Shrine's defac'd Enter Mariamne with a small Attendance Muly H. Mariamne Mar. Yes And she who led by Love Leaves Palaces and does to Desarts Rove Wing'd by that zeal united Souls do beare Those Stars that smile on Lovers brought me here I for Your sake my wandring steps engage Devotion is the rise of Pilgrimage Muly H. Can Love in Hearts such deep impressions make That you can for your Wretched Vassals sake Leave Courts Pomp Greatness and all splended things Mar. Sir 't is the same with Lovers as with Kings Thus if a King should with his Train resort To a poor Cell he makes that Cell a Court Oh Sir the most Illustrious Queen on Earth Would quit the Pageantry of Crowns and Birth And in exchange Mariamnes Exile choose Could she but Love as Mariamne does Muly H. Oh my kind Princess King and Court sarewel Where painted Honours feigned Glories dwell Lovers when happy made have Souls that scorn Those guilded wreaths which swelling brows Adorn Mar. Mariamne has this glory on her side That kindness you call Love I call my Pride For of my Constancy Any less tryal I disdain to make Then shew I scorn an Empire for your sake And whosoe're does my rash Flight condemn The meaness of their Censures I contemn None of my Actions can fit Judges be But they who 've soul enough to Love like Me. Lovers alone Loves causes can decide As Nobles only by their Peers are Try'd Enter to them Hametalhaz disguis'd in the Habit of a Priest with Villains in the same Dress Ham. Sir our great Prophet has pronounc't your Fate Your Love is doom'd to be Unfortunate Muly H. No Sir 't is False thou doest belye his Name Our Prophet is a Lover as I am Ham. Your Mistress too must your Misfortune find Muly H. To her our Prophet cannot be unkind She is a Princess Ham. No Titles his eternal will confute Muly H. She is a Woman and he scorns to do 't Did not thy Garb protect thee Mahomet To wrong her Sex his greatness would forget Ham. No Sex is from ill destiny debar'd Muly H. She is a Beauty and that Name 's her guard Good sates as due should be to Beauty given Beauty which decks our Earth and props his Heav'n When Heav'n to Beauty is propitious It payes those Favours it but lends to Us. Ham. Oh do not Sir their Oracles decry With patience hear the Language of the Sky Heav'n when on Earth some Change it does fore-shew Does write Above what we must read below This Morning as our Eyes we upward cast The desart Regions of the Air lay Wast But strait as if it had some Penance bore A mourning Garb of thick black Coulds it wore But on the Sudden Some aery Demon chang'd its form and now That which look't black Above look'd white below The Clouds dishevel'd from their crusted Locks Something like Gems coin'd out of Chrystal Rocks The Ground was with this strange bright Issue spread As if Heav'n in affront to Nature had Design'd some new found Tillage of its own And on the Earth these unknown Seeds had sown Of these I reacht a Grain which to my sence Appear'd as cool as Virgin-innocence And like that too which chiefly I admir'd Its ravisht Whiteness with a Touch expir'd At the approach of Heat this candid Rain Dissolv'd to its first Element again Muly H. Though show'rs of Hail Morocco never see Dull Priest what does all this Portend to me Ham. It does Portend Muly. What Ham. That the Fates designe Muly. To tire me with Impertinence like thine Here a Company of Villains in Ambush from behind the Scenes discharge their Guns at MulyHamet at which Muly Hamet starting and turning Hamettalhaz from under his Priesâ—…s habit draws a Sword and passes at Muly H. which pass is intercepted by Abdelcader They engage in a very fierce Fight which the Villains who also draw and assist Hametalhaz and go off several ways Fighting after the discharge of other Guns heard from within and the Clashing of Swords Enter again Muly Hamet driving in some of the former Villains which he Kills Muly H. Dye Slaves and may this desart raise a brood Of unknown Monsters from your venom'd Blood My Princess gone Fortune and Justice are Sure not so Blind but they of her took Care Enter Abdelcader Abd. Your Princess Sir is from your Armes divorc'd In her own Chariot to Morocco forc'd Muly H. I 'le fetch her back though Abd. Hold With their fair prize they 've took so quick a flight That She is now beyond your reach and sight And the chief Leader of those Villains was The Old Queens Confident Hametalhaz And all the Story which the Slave did frame Was only to gain time to take his aim They