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
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
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
heart and when I from her Bosom have those Secrets drawn Which yours and my Divinity profane When my rack'd Eares have heard all that may swell My Vengeance to th' highest Rage on this side Hell Then when my heated Pride to Fury turns Her breath shall blow that fire in which she burns They best the dictates of Revenge fulfil Who Sentence in hot Blood and raging Kill King Your Courage pleads so well and nobly too That Justice I design'd I leave to you But dare not see it acted but retire Lest I should envy what I now admire Exit King Orund. Madam you 've Beauty which should hearts engage And claim the spoils due to a blooming Age. And 'mongst the Captives which your Fetters wear Quitazo pays his humble homage there Alc. Quitazo Oh what Bliss dwells in that Name Quitazo is a Prince deserv's more Fame Than Conquer'd Crowns or Conquer'd Hearts can yeeld But if he ne'r so large an Empire held O're Souls more Proud and Beautys more Divine He 'd triumph only that he Raigns in mine Orund. I have my wish she has not learnt the Art aside To mask her thoughts I shall disclose her heart And Madam as you 're blest with Youth and Charms And softness fit for a young Lovers Arms No doubt you finding Providence so kind Know â—or what use such Blessings are design'd Does not a silent wish and warm desire Tell you 't is pitty so much Youthful fire To distant Gazers that approach no nigher Should rise each Morning and each Evening set And wast in giving only light not heat And so your yeelding kindness do's ordain Quitazo shall that Vanquish't Empire gain Alc. I understand not what desires you mean I know I have a heart does entertain All that may make him happy all that may In Love's bright Temple shine in meeting Souls look gay All that may make me wish Orund. Oh she Stabs me aside Alc. You would forgive I only for his sake desire to live Orund. Yes you shall live A minute and that 's all aside If I hold out so long before her fall But what return has your affection had Alcind The best and kindest that Man-kind e'r made He tells me of arm'd Deities that fly Invisible betwixt my Lip and Eye Of young wing'd Boys and felt but unseen fire Of little pains which 'gainst his Rest conspire And yet we feel no pains but what we make And those are pleasant for their Author's sake And thus with all that our full joys can raise We Gaze and Languish Talk and Sigh whole days But when the Night the Night draws on Orund. What then Alcind We part as if we ne'r should meet agen Orund. Revenge thou hast enough Fond Girle how dare You reach at Glory 's I design to wear But your own breath 's your Sentence Slaves go on To the Mutes Alcin. Oh Madam save my Life Orund. Let it be done She cannot dye quick you kill too soon Alc. Hold Villains hold low at your Feet I lye Ah Madam I can Love but cannot dye Orund. No more Alc. First hear me Orund. Well what can you say Alcind All just Commands for Life I will obey Orund. Will you Resign Alcind Resign I 'le yeeld you shall Have all Quitazo's breast can grant ye All His Friendship Gratitude Orund. And Love Alcind And Love can pay You shall his humble hearts Allegiance sway And what no disobedience can destroy You shall his kindness and his smiles enjoy Orund. And is this all Alcind No you shall sit and gaze and at his sight See day in his calm brow a full cleer light Where bright and gentle Beams and wanton Darts Shall sport and play and steal from eyes to hearts Then you shall hear him speak words so refin'd Language so Ravishing a style so kind That in the Raptures of a Bliss so high You 'l doubt which tasts most Heav'n your Face or Eye And after all you shall enjoy these Charms To Love him and admire him in my Arms. Orund. Your Arms Oh Rage Alcind My Arms why then you did design That he should rest in any Armes but mine Oh no! you said it but to fright me sure You cannot wish him so unkind He Swore He 'd rest in none but mine and those they say Who do their Sacred Vows and Oaths betray Shall meet with Curses and black frightful things And horrid fear which perjur'd Bosoms stings But since his Vow 's performance will remove Those ills and you pretend to so much Love Your Love is not so mean nor Cruel sure To let him suffer Ills which I can Cure Orund. 'T is done Revenge at last has got the day Her Innocence shall no more her Death delay Here Kill Stab Strangle any thing Alcind Murdrers come I 've vanquisht fear and I embrace my Doom Here Villains Kill Stab Strangle all Is for his Love a Sacrifice too small Now all the Trophy your high Pride shall have Shall be to walk Triumphant o're my Grave I value his least look so high That Love and Fear shall be no more at strife I will not quit a Smile to save a Life Here Ministers of Fate make hast Orund. No Live I for your Courage do your Crime forgive None but your height of Love has sav'd your Head Live and Love on for it shall ne'r be said Orunda could perform so mean a parâ— To kill a Rival to subdue a Heart I 'le take a harder but a nobler course And though as the King's Daughter I by force Could make him yeeld that intrest I 'le resign My Merit not my Pow'r shall make him mine Use all your Arts all your united pow'rs My Love and kindness shall out-ballance yours No injur'd Lover could so gen'rous be To save a Sentenc'd Rivals Life like me Yet in that Siege I 'le lay to his proud breast Of my great deeds thy pardon is the least Go then and Love him but acquaint your feet With such by-Paths that we may never meet Take hence that sight Those Eyes too clearly shine And that which lights his Bosom darkens mine Exit Alcinda Say Sir my mercy how do you approve 'T is for my Honour and I hope my Love Quitaezo if he ought that 's brave regard This generous Act must gratefully reward Lyc. Yes doubt it not you will not find him rude Nor is he guilty of Ingratitude He will requite your kindness and your charms Orun. But when Lyc. This day Orun. Where Lyc. In Alcinda's Arms. Her Woman Madam is my Confidenâ— And has but now this private Message sent Quitazo has an Assignation made To meet his Mistress in a silent shade The place where the Scene 's laid The Pagode-Grove upon the Sacred Mount Without the Eastern gate and this account 'T is brings him there to defie King Laws Fate And all that may disturb their happy State And thus remov'd her person he 'l secure From danger of an Angry Rival's pow'r Orun. Why was this Cursed
News no sooner told Doe's she her Life from my high Bounty hold Did I permit her Love nay and command it too And can she treacherously her Love pursue I gave her leave to Conquer but not steal Mercy henceforth the Attribute of Hell Hast thou betray'd me Revenge shall in thy Room this Seat Supply Alcinda by Orunda's Hand shall Dye Tell me Lycungus by what means I may My Fury to her Trembling Soul display This Woman in his Fond Embrace Surprize And tear her Heart before her Lovers Eyes Lyc. Should your Hand execute a Criminal's Doom 'T would not your Greatness nor your Sex become That Justice then t' a meaner Hand resign Be yours the Glory let the Toyl be mine Trust it to me Orun. Doe 't then but do it so I may applaud and envy at the Blow Lyc. Whil'st they sit dallying in a Close Embrace I' th Grove an Ambush of Arm'd Men I 'le place Who from his Arms his amorous Prey shall snatch And down her Throat a pois'nous Draught dispatch To summon out her Soul to that low'r Shade Where Wrongs of injur'd Majesty are paid Orun. See instantly the Fatal Draught prepar'd And-take a Princess thanks for a Reward Exit Lyc. Ye Gods of China if you are such tame And inoffensive things as our Priests frame Whose Pious Eares and Eyes and tender Sense Delights in nought but Good and Innocence Draw back your Sun and vele your selves in night I shall Act Deeds which all weak Eyes will fright But if the Nature of your God Heads be Couragious savage feirce and bold like me Heav'n wear no Clouds and Gods take a fulâ— view Look and Admire at what my Hand dares doe Exit Re-enter Orunda Orun. Poyson'd and I not there Though Modesty T' a Female Hand that Vengeance do's deny In a Disguise I 'le meet 'em in the Grove Spectatour to this Horrid Scene of Love And if the weaker Potion can't suffice I will make up the Poyson from my Eyes Exit Enter Quitazo and Alcinda What angry Murmur do's disturb your Mind To blame a Fate so Glorious and so Kind Rais'd to an Empire and a Princess Arms Beyond the Reach of my more Humble Charms What sawcy Trouble dares Create your Frown Can Sighs or Sorrow dwell so neer a Crown Quit. Do not so Cruelly my Misfortunes treat Who owe my Ruine to my being Great Though a King's Heir and Empire's Favourite I am not brighter for such Rays of Light I 'm darkned by the Lustre I have won As Moores are Black by being too near the Sun But do not fear that Seat your Power secur's His Empire Madam shall not Ruine yours My heart shall wear no Chain 's but what you gave Kings may our Bodies not our Souls Enslave Alcin. Boast not that Constancy your Soul will keep For when Quitazo in her Arms shall sleep You nor your Dreams so kind will scarcely prove To loose one Thought on my forgotten Love Though me poor me you with unkindness kill Yet my good Wishes wait upon you still And when In her high Arms I veiw you from a far A Princess Husband and an Empires Heir Iâ—le Mourn to quit you but be Proud to see You Happy though for ever lost to me Quit. Why did you suffer me to go when I With Tears implor'd your leave to stay and dy Let Law and King have done the worst they cou'd It had been juster t' have expos'd my Blood Than but the hazard of your Loss have stood Alcin. Talk not of Death the Death of my Dear Lord. Oh 't is halfe dying but to hear the Word I love your Life so well that Sir you know To save your Life 't was I that bid you go I knew at worst 't would a less Torture be To see you live for her than dye for me Besides all Women choose not with one voice She in that number might have mist my Choice But Oh! she saw you in a Fatal Hour And since your Love or Life 's not in my Power Dear Sir choose Life Do not my Victime fall Be she and her Crown yours they must they shall I beg you 'd live Quit. Ah Madam and can you Command me to be false Alcin. Yes Sir I do Owe her your Life Live hers and happy Reign I bid you doe 't as much as e're I can Quit. I rather will the utmost hazard Run Than yield to be by Loyalty undone No for my Constancy this way I 'le choose This Day he must his Empire save or loose If Fate as ye kind Pow'rs I hope it will On his just cause and his great Champion smile His Peace recover'd my Commâ—ssion dyes And when I have no further Services T' oblige my Country or defend my King Then Conqu'â—ing Beauty shall it's Triumph Sing Retir'd from Court wee 'l to some Cell remove And what we loose in Greatness gain in Love But if which Heav'n forbid he is O'rthrown Then I more Safely may my passion own And stand his Anger when his Thunder 's gon Alcin. If you prove true a Work I fear too hard Your Faith I shall admire and Heav'n Reward But if the Love which once to me you gave Must in her Kind Embraces find a Grave I 'le borrow Life enough on Earth to stay Till I have seen your Fatal Nuptial Day And at that Minute when the Sacred Rite My title Cancell'd do's your Hands unite What I want Breath to speak my Looks shall tell And take Of your departing Love a long Fare-well Then if my Heart Be not quite broke to your Bed-side I 'le come And wait on your dead Kindness to it's Tomb. Then from my Rival I 'le this favour win Which both of you may grant without a Sin I will sleep by you but ne'r wake agin I Love so well I can your Crime forgive But Love too well that pardon to Out-live But lest my Ghastly Looks When I am dead should your New Mistress fright And Rob you of one Minute of Delight I 'le dress my Brow so gay I 'le Death beguile Breath out my Soul expiring in a Smile Quit. Oh my dear Princess if my King Decree I must his Son or else his Martyr be Iâ—will my self but not my Love resign I 'le Set in Glory where I cannot Shine And Fate so Charming but what Bliss more High Is'â— to live yours if 't is so great to dye Exeunt The Fourth ACT. Scene the First Enter Amavanga and Vangona Amav WHy has hard Fate so strange a Subject chose To Make two Lovers meet like Mortal Foes I by Zâ—gteus Hand or he by mine Must on this place our dying Breaths Resigne Vang But she whose Hand dares in a Single Fight Maintain her Countries and an Empires Right Deserves the best and bravest of Mankind And though wild Chance him for your Foe design'd The Glory of the Deed takes off the Crime Fighting your Lover you best merit him Am. Well since 't is past Retreat I 'le make this Glorious
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
Quitazo and Alcinda behind the Trees in the SCENE Lyc. Kind Stars yonder he walks Exit with the Villains Orund. Quitazo Stay In thy Lov'd Arms let but my Soul take Wing And Death and Poison then shall want their sting If you 'l direct but one kind Look this way My Gain 's in Death my Loss of Life shall pay Enter Lycungus with Quitazo and Alcinda Quit. Poison'd by her own Hand and for my sake Lyc. Yes Sir by all the Guess that I can make Despair in Love doe's at no Horrours shake Orun. Quitazo my Quitazo Quit. Madam tell By what Misfortunes so much Beauty fell What fatal Reason nay what God durst see And suffer such a Barb'rous Cruelty Her fainting Breath's retir'd again Orun. No I Have Breath enough to tell you that I die And though my little beauty wanted power To be th' unkind Quitazo's Conquerour VVhen I am Dying be not Cruel now Let me your Heart bâ—t for one hour subdue And Dead I shall not claim your being true Hers must your Love and hers your pleasures be But dedicate a Sigh a Tear to me Kind Heaven he weeps Thus happy in the Charms Of dying in my dear Quitazo's Armes My parting Soul when it does upwards go Shall keep th' impression which it took below Fill'd with the Bliss from this soft pity given I 'le by my Joys on Earth make up my Heaven Dies Quit. Unhappy Princess to bestow a heart On one that had none left for thee No part Of thy two Prodigal Smiles paid back again Shee that deserv'd so much so little win Thy Fall was Cruel and my Fate was hard To want the Power such Kindness to Reward Such Pious Griefs I 'le pay thy Sacred Name Such Tears as even thy Rival shall not blame Alc. No shed a thousand Tears Dear Sir You must It will indear my Love to see you just You can't enough Deplore her wretched Fate Bow down in Grief and Sink under the Weight And when you 're Drown'd in Sorrow be the Pain And Pleasure mine to Raise you up again Farewel Dear Princess when such Vertue dies It forces Pity from a Rivalls Eyes You for Quitazo Die and in that Deed My weaker Love and Merit do Exceed As you my Pity so my Envy share When Story both our Passions shall Compare Fame on your Love must set the higher Rate As most Deserving though less Fortunate Lyc. There seize the Poisoner I 've too long been blind The Villains rush from behind the Scenes and disarme and seize Quitazo Alcinda Curse on my Innocence that I could find This Cheat no sooner Quit. Heav'ns What do I hear Lyc. The truth thou art th'Princes Murd'rer Quit. I Traytor Lyc. Yes you Traytor tell me how She of this Close and private Meeting knew How came she here if not seduc'd by you Quit. Mistaken Devil I her Murderer What ever Fate or Planet brought her here I had no Knowledge of her coming Lyc. No You love Life better than to say you know No common Project could a General lead A VValk so far out of his Army's Head 1 Vill. 'T is very well the Plot was wond'rous fine This close dark Place for such a Black Design Lyc. Curse on false Tears Inhumane Prisoner cou'd Your barb'rous Hand attempt your Princess Blood Quit. No Monster but would Fate my Sword Resign And free my Arm I 'de make Attempts on thine Lyc. Alcinda in Disguise an Actor too VVhat man would e'r read Murder in that Brow How strangely Providence our Fates Command The VVorlds great Princess Falls by such mean Hands Treason and Guilt o're Vertue getts the Odds And yet we must believe that there are God's Quit. Yes there are Gods and such as do design Vengeance and Tortures for such Crimes as thine Lycun See my Commands with care Perform'd and guard This Prisoner to that Dungeon I prepar'd And be his Jaylors with strict Eyes till Night I dare not trust his Person to the Light His Sufferings his Army would Enrage And for his Rescue th'Alarm'd Camp Engage But Night will aid what is unsafe by Day The Princess Body to the King Convey VVith her this Poysoner From his Breath you shall Receive your Sentence and together fall A Bloody Victim at her Funeral Quit. Hold Cruel Sir Revoke that harsh Decree I was the Princess-Murderer not she Let me meet Tortures for my damn'd Offence But spare Oh spare her injur'd Innocence Lyc. He owns the Guilt Who but a loving fool VVou'd Damn his own to save a womans Soul Alc. How from that Breath can such strang Words proceed No Sir 't is false he durst not think that Deed. I know his Fancy's free from such ill Theames His thoughts as guiltless as an Infants dreames I know his Heart for since it lodgeth here It can no Stranger be that dwells so near Quit. Beleive her not Fond Woman as she is The poison'd Princess fell my Sacrifice Aim all your Justice and Revenge at me But let her Youth and pity'd Vertue be As from my Guilt so from my Sentence free Luc. Fond Lover as you are to save her head Your Kindness not her Innocence does plead The Acts of Lovers hold together still As Stars are in Conjunction good or ill Quit VVhat could her hand Heaven in her sex ne'r built So weak a Frame to lodge such weighty Guilt What Crimes has she to expiate what stayn Unless her Love to me to me perfidious Man Who wanted Eyes and Ears to be her Guard Against thy Rage Lyc. Her Death 's too long deferr'd Away with them Quit. Hold. I Vill. Go. Quit Take her not hence Your black Commission surely may dispence This Charity to Martyr'd Innocence T' allow one Minute ere to Death we go Vill. Aye Sir As if I had nothing else to do A man of Business and Concern's like mine Should stay to hear two blub'ring Lovers whine Away Quit. Hold Barb'rous Dogg When thy damn'd Soul Shall in just Hells Eternal Torments howl In Vengeance may thy greatest Sufferings be To want that Pity thou deny'st to me I Vil. Are you so Brisk Hence take her from his sight You and your Bug-bear Hell you see can't fright Vengeance and Hell and Devils did you say Quit. Oh! no Sir grant her but one Minutes stay And I 'le Recall that Word bless but our Eyes With one kind paâ—ting Look before she Dyes And when our Souls shall Meet above we 'l pay You Back this favour To the Gods we 'l say Such kind things of you speak your praise so high Till all your Murders Treasons Villany Till all were they a thousand more by Heaven For this one pious Act shall be forgiven I. Vil. Well for so Short a stay I will be wonn Go fool away a Minute and have done The Villains let 'em loose Quit. Farewell most Injur'd of thy Sex farewell When Shrieks of Screech Owls or some fiend from Hell Shall to my Eares thy Savage Murder tell Oh the
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
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
We when our Jealousiy ha's Rais'd a Storm Retreats within Can stare on Ruine in the blackest Form Alc. I 've heard our Priests relate the wond'rous Loves Of Nimphs and Rural Gods in Woods and Groves Made God's by Love for ever Fair and Young And made Immortal only to Love long If there Inhabit here such Powers as these Whose gloomy Temples are those shady Trees Sure they 'l be kind to us who hither come Led by that influence whence they assume Their God-heads Quit. Oh Dear Madam do not fear Their Frowns the Deities are gentle here They are the Gods of Courts that Lovers spight Such as our Priests do paint in forms that fright Fitter to force Devotion than invite But here they are all mild obliging Powers They 'l Treat our Loves with favourable Hours They can't do less No Gods or Saints design To hurt what comes a Pilgrim to their shrine Alc. But in this Dress do I not fond appear Thus to disguise my self to meet you here Quit. Oh no that signal favour you have giv'n Shews that your Kindness is ally'd to Heav'n For thus in borrow'd Shapes the Gods of old In Masquerade did their Love-Parleys hold In this Disguise you may securely Fly From a Kings Pow'r and Jealous Princess Eye Farwel th' Alliance to a Throne for now Love Crowns the Soul and Honour but the Brow Exeunt Quitazo and Alcinda and Re-enter Orund. Orund. Am I suspected that they 're gon so soon But where are all these Lazy Poisoneâ—s gone Perfidions Villaines mercenary Slaves Had ye half that Rage with which your Princess Raves You 'd use more Hast to execute my will They will be gone ere I have Power to Kill Ho! Poysoners Rebells Slaves Ye Gods be kind And to my Arm one Dart of Lightning lend That I may Reach her ere she 's gone too far Enter a Company of Villains 1 Vill. Yonder she is That must be she that Face Has Woman in 't Besides the Garb and Place Confirm it and 't is now the safest Time The Silence of the Place protects the Crime Advance towards her Orund. Why Tardy Slaves did you the Deed defer Or is 't the Name of Murder makes you fear Traytors make hast 1 Vill. Well Madam you shall know We are not in the Execution slow Orund. Let it be quickly done ere 't is too late This happy Deed I with Impatience wait 1 Vill. If you 're in Hast of Heaven we should be rude And guilty of a strange Ingratitude To stay you rather than your Patience wrong Here take that Happiness for which you long Offers her a Bowl of Poison Orun. Heav'ns 1 Vil. Do you Pause Madam I understand Your Modesty permits not your own Hand To do that Friendly Office since you are So Critical we 'l ease you of that care Orun. Am I your sport Rebels expound this Mask Or is th' abuse of Majesty a task For such Low Slaves 1 Vil. Nay Madam if we thought Your Curious Appeâ—ite dislik'd this Draught We 'l find some Instrument that 's more Gentile If you dis-relish Poyson we have Steel They draw their Daggers Orun. I am your Princess Murderer's you 'l find That Present for Alcinda was design'd 1 Vil. Yes and Alcinda shall this Present take Orun. And am I she Dull Slaves are you awake 1 Vil. We are too well rewarded to mistake We know Life's sweet and you if we 'l believe Are Prince or Princess any thing to live Orun. Will you not know me then are you thus drest In Earnest 1 Vil. Why is Poysoning a Jest Orun. Can your Blind Rage 1 Vil. You have no time to Pause Madam your Life 's too short t' enquire the Cause Orun. I am your Queen Rude Savage Villains hold 1 Vil. Madam we own no Soveraign but Gold Orun. Traytors stand off help Murder Monsters stay 1 Vill. We have no Will nor Leasure to obey If you Resist Orun. I 'le give you such Rewards let me but Live 1 Vill. In vain you Ask what we want time to give Orund. Oh do but hear by all that 's great and good 1 Vill. No Prayers are things we never understood Orun. Oh let me Speak 1 Vill. You 've Spoke your last If you 'l speak more first Dy Then send your Ghost to make us a Reply Orund. Give me the Poyson Rather than I will Permit such mean hands should their Princess Kill I 'le in my Murder my own Hand Engage Thus quench my Thirst of Blood and end my Rage Drinks the Poyson The Villains Run away Ha are the Poysoners gone Can their Eyes shun The Horrour of that Deed their hands have done Thus they who some high Tow'r have undermin'd The Train once fir'd and the great Blow design'd Fly from the danger of its shaking walls Lest they should be Crush'd with it when it Falls The subtile Poison through my Veins distills It sets me all on Flames and burning kills But though my Life does in this Heat expire My Hearts a Martyr to a Nobler Fire Here in Quitazo's fancied Armes she Lies Who shuts his Image in her Closing Eyes Alcinda's Passion I in Death Out-vie Who Blest but with Imaginary Bliss caâ— die Enter Lycungus with the former Villains 1 Vil. See the Works done there 's your Command â—fill'd Lyc. 'T is well Oh Curse they have th'Princâ—â—kill'd 1 Vill. The Princess 'T is a Woman in disguâ—se And 't is by that Description that she Dies But if you have misguided us And 't is some other Friend that wants a Grave You need but shew me her I am your Slave Lyc. By her rash Zeal to see her Rivall bleed Fate by mistake ha's her own Death Decreed 1 Vil. But what Acquaintance had I with that Face â—o know distinctions in so nice a Case Lyc. From her own Mouth could you not understand Did she not bid you hold your Barb'rous hand Check your fierce Rage she was the Princess 1 Vill. True But Had you been in her Case if that would do You would have said you 'd been a Princess too Orun. Oh false Lycungus Lycun I am not Author of this dire mischance But those dull Villains bruitish Ignorance 1 Vill. Yes Madam but your Pardon I implore You 're the first Princess I ere kill'd before Though murd'ring I have my profession made No Artist but may fail once in his Trade A damn'd dull foolish but Hang 't let it die 'T is a mistake not worth your Memory Lyc. This fatal Chance Orun. No more I 'm too near Heaven Not to have Mercy now your Crime 's forgiven If you 'l but grant this last Request and I T' express my Gratitude will smiling die Quitazo is not yet far from this place Through this Close Walk his wandring footsteps trace And bring him hither Could I bless my sight One Minute more ere 't is all dark but night Lyc. Madam I 'le Find him out Orund. But quick make haste Ere the last Summons of my Death are past Enter