betray'd an easy Conquest Cor. And Madam Could your Kindness be your Crime No for that signal Grace he ought to think His Life 's too mean an Offering Oliz. But he Thinks the Oblation of a Smile too much After my little Beauty had subdued That Superstitious fond Idolatry Which two long Years h 'had paid to a Dead Mistriss After the Sacred Hymeneal Bond Had joyn'd our seeming mutual Loves then straight Her Image made a second Resurrection Struck with a sudden Horror a pale Trembling Seiz'd him all o're To such an Ebb of Coldness His Heart relapsed that even her very Name Had greater Influence than my slighted Beauty Goddess of Love compose his Troubled Mind Whil'st all my Kindness does neglected lye Shadows and Ghosts have greater Charms than I. Exeunt Enter Philander Phil. Immortal Pow'rs You that enjoyn Mankind Such Strictness teach him to observe it too If Constancy best please your Deities Why did you suffer me to violate Vows that were scarce less Sacred than your selves Why did you suffer me to gaze on Fair Olizia But If looser Fires burn brighter in your Sight VVhy do I then extinguish ' em VVhy don't ye Permit me to embrace this Lady Dally In her soft Arms and revel in her Treasures And quite forget the Name of my Panthea Enter to him a Messenger Mess. Sir Let me beg your Pardon if my Business Make me unwelcom But t' excuse my Boldness My Warrant 's sealed by a Commanding Hand Gives Phil. a Letter Phil. From whom Mess. Panthea Phil. Panthea Mess. So she calls her self Phil. 'T is False Mess. Read and be undeceived Phil. Panthea It is impossible Had I not been more than a half Spectator Of her untimely Death thou might'st deceive me But yet these Characters are sure the Traces Of my Pantheas Pen. Your Pardon leave me Exit Mess. Philander Reads JOy to your Nuptials and your prosperity in the Princess Olizia Now I thank the milder Tempests since my Misfortunes have thus made way to your deserved Greatness I only request this in Recompence for my Two Years Sufferings that as I was Redeem'd from Pyrates by Olizias Steward and now am her Captive you would procure me free Passage into my Country where I will Solemnize your Marriage with perpetual Virginity and live a Stranger in my Fathers Family as I now make my self a double One whil'st I stile my Name Lysandra to the World but remain to you and my unhappy self Panthea Panthea living Is it not a Sound Would rowze a sleeping Lover from his Grave But Oh she lives to see Philander Perjur'd Lives to upbraid me of the basest Treason The blackest Infidel could e're commit Did I upon my Knees at her dear Feet Give up my Heart and my vow'd Soul resigne And call to witness that Bright Lamp of Heav'n T'attest my Vows Vows of that Sacred Force that ought to be No less Unchangeable no less Immortal Than that Bright Sun which I invoked to hear'm Vows of that Force that Death should ne're dissolve How dare such Treachery as mine see Light Shrowd me some God in Everlasting Night Exit The SCENE a Bridal-Chamber Olizia appears Seated within the Scenes and Corina standing by her Enter Philander introduced by Pyrgus Phil. Where do you lead me Why this State for me Pyr. 'T is such as does become your Bridal-Chamber Exit Phil. My Bridal-Chamber Is this a Place for me Can I perform the Rites of a young Bridegroom Melt in the Embraces of a yielding Beauty Whil'st the Remembrance of my Broken Vows And the cold Thought of my despised Panthea Turns all my freezing Blood to Veins of Ice And yet How can I make a base Return T' Olizias Love her kind and generous Love She who t' a Stranger both my Birth and Fortunes Unknown gave me her Heart her Self and makes me Lord Of Treasures that would tempt a Gynick from his Cell And Shall I pay Ingratitude for Love And when she meets me with her dazling Brightness To yield the Pleasures of a Nuptial-Bed Shall I disdainfully tell her She invites me To a poor Treat that is not worth Acceptance An Insolence can do no less than Damn me Did I for this betray her to a Marriage Guide me ye Gods in this unhappy Labryrinth Oliz. Dearest Philander Rising up Advancing to him Ha! How does my Lord Methinks you are not well your Looks are alter'd A sullen Paleness hangs upon your Cheek As if your kind Olizia did not please you Phil. Fairest Olizia true I am not well The Thought of my lost Love Oliz. Unkind Philander Is this the Musick of our Bridal-Night Phil. Oh that I durst but tell her that she Lives But that would be a too Tyrannick Cruelty Aside Oliz. Are these your Vows Is this the Love you promist But my Philander I can still forgive you And you 'll deserve your Pardon will you not What cannot be recall'd should be forgotten Can Sighs or Tears or all your Cruelty To me restore her Life Phil. Indeed I do not merit half this Sweetness But I will study to repay your Kindness Panthea now I do remember Thee And curse the Fate that could have Pow'r to part us But must thy Resurrection make me Cruel Ungrateful to such Glorious Excellence Aside Must I like an Apostate break my Faith Rend up the Nuptial-Seals of my sworn Heart And make my Soul all one perfidious Blot Oliz. to Corin. Observe that gloomy Brow I fear in all That clouded Heav'n there 's no kind Star for me Phil. Had some propitious God with the least Beam of Heav'n In a kind Dream but visited my Soul Before this Marriage-Knot was tyed and told me Panthea lived I would have left the Altar With-drawn my guilty Hand and with disdain Aside Shrunk from th'embrace of the World greatest Empress To have been just to thee But now my Heart Is sealed and gone and thou revivest too late Nor is my Crime my Treason but my Fate Madam forgive a fearful trembling Lover Whose awful Feet approach his Heav'n so slowly True Piety fears where it does adore In these kind Arms and on this rising Breast Kissing and Embracing The Touch of this dear Hand and this soft Bosom Would tempt an Angel and can Flesh and Blood Resist th' impetuous Joy My dearest Life Light of my World and Treasure of my Soul Am I the cruel false unkind Philander Oliz. No my best Life thou art not now thou' rt kind The Raptures of this one dear happy Minute Would sweeten a whole Life Farewel my Pains Nothing but Joy can come within this Circle Corinna bid Lysandra bring the Banquet She has prepared Phil. Lysandra Aside Oliz. The mighty Cleopatra In all her Riots all her haughty Love Could never Treat her Lord with half my Pride Nor half my Kindness Phil. Stay Corinna stay Must my Panthea then be a Spectator And introduce me to her Rivals Arms Aside Can I out-live that Thought Oliz. What means my Lord
Guilt The Furies e're Inspired Thy Beauty dwells Under too Low a Roof and I must Raise it That Fore head wants a Princely Coronet Lustre and Honours should thy Vassals be Heav'n owes thee Greatness and must pay 't by Me. Why do you shrink Lys. Ah Sir do not pursue This mean Design too poor and low for you A Deed so abject so beneath your Greatness Mankind will blush to hear and You to own Art Mistaken Sweetness Don't I love thee And Can I do less for that which I Adore A Lover were he Master of the World For such Bright Eyes could do no less than lay The Universal Scepter at thy Feet Nay were I the Great Monarch of the Skies Would I not place my Thunder in thy Hand Make Nature and her Laws own thy Command Mount thee aloft on my proud Eagles Wings Whil'st all my lesser Gods like Captive Kings And Fawning Courtiers fill'd thy shining Train Thou o're thy Jove so Absolute should'st Reign To Kiss thy Feet my Heav'ns should Homage pay And crowding Stars make a new Milky-Way Lys. Forbear this Language I with Horrour hear Alas I 've made a strict and solemn Vow Art To what To whom Oh speak Lys. To Death There is A Noble Youth Art Oh Helâ— Lys. I can't Dissemble For whose dear sake I 've vow'd to Mourn and Dye Make me not Perjur'd take your Prodigal Kindness in For Love and I must never meet agen Art What murdering Sounds are these And Must this happy Blest Cursed Rival have more Pow'r than I Lys. Oh Pardon me when I am bound to say And dye to prove it True Not all that the Sun sees must alter me Not Empires buy my Love nor Fortunes force it Art What Furies rais'd this Fiend t' usurp my Right Rival and Devils I defie your Spight She must be mine is mine all mine My blood boiles high and I must seize my Prey Seizes her What Tempting Magick leads my Soul astray Fly fly fair Cruelty Stay dear Marble stay Ex. Lysan. Enter Pyrgus Oh the high Billows of my stormy Soul Pyr. Sir Let me calm that Tempest Art What canst thou do Pyr. I can deplore her Fate and pity Yours Hither I come to tell my Erring Prince He has misplac'd his Heart upon an Object Where he must never hope for a Return Art Had I not Snakes and Hags enough within me But thy bold Insolence dares play the Schrieth-Owle Pyr. Oh give my Zeal a gentler Name I 'm come To wake you from your drowzy Lethargy Alas Her Soul is gone past all Retrieve She Loves Philander for Philander Dies Art Philander say What 's that Pyr. And her seal'd Heart's Impenetrable to all Pow'r but his Your Greatness Sir has the whole World to Range in And may command a more deserving Beauty Court not a deaf and sensless Idol Fix Your Thoughts more High From this vain Seige retire Cure your wild Love and quench this threatning Fire Art Philander Was I not damn'd enough before But thou-must come to Preach me into Hell Pyr. Yes would I could Aside Art Philander The very Villain has debauch't my VVife Ravish't my Peace and loaded me with Shame Now after all must steal my Mistriss too And yet this very Man l 've Saved and Pardon'd Oh VVhither was my blinded Folly driven Mercy VVhat art thou Get thee back to Heav'n What has the Race of Man to do with Thee Leave Human Minds to Nobler Passions free Hence-forward Death and Ruin Reign alone Make Hell your Vassal and the World your Throne Exeunt ACT THE FIFTH SCENE A GROVE Enter Pyrgus solus Pyr. IN what a Labyrinth am I lost The Prince My Master turn'd my Rival Hell and Furies And Have I Bought Purchas'd Nurs'd Cherish'd That Beauteous Slave to see her made my Princess If he subdues her as I 'me sure he will Beauty 's an easie Fort where Greatness storms And though she weeps for false Philander's Loss Those Drops in mourning Virgins Eyes are but That Dew which Courting Glory soon exhales If he subdues her Then my Fate 's inevitable She knows I am a Villain have pursued her with all the Rage of Lust nay even to Ravish her And when she lies within my Prince's Bosom Shall all my undetected Villanies Forgotten sleep and dye No I am lost Spurn'd from his Presence and thrust out to Scorn Beggary and Misery are my last Reward What shall I do Enter Artaban and Gobrias Yonder the Tyrant comes Wit and Despair your utmost Skill perform And steer me Safe through all this Threat'ning Storm Exit Art Cold as the North By all that 's Good Impenetrable As Rocks of Adamant Oh How she baffles me Disdains my Passion Slights my proffer'd Glory Unmoved by all my Sighs Pray'rs Agonies Gob. Indeed my Lord this Scorn is wonderful Art Scorn By this Light she 'd scorn the Courting Thund'rer Stand the Temptation of a Golden Show'r And Jove himself in all his Shapes unalter'd Gob. 'T is very strange the great Prince Artaban With all his Prosperous Fortunes cannot thaw her Art The Fatal Cause of all her Scorn's too plain This Fair Infatuated Fool Doats on the False Philander 'T is Philander Whose threat'ning Pow'r stands like a flaming Sword To stop my Entrance into Paradise But I will cut my Passage through his Heart The Ravisher of all my Hopes shall Bleed Say Gobrias Will he meet us Gob. Yes my Lord. Art This Hour Gob. Immediately Art Himself and Second Gob. Yes Sir Art 'T is well The Guardian-Dragon dies And then th' Enchanted Beauty is my own Enter Philander and Decius Phil. Hither I come my Lord invited to A Solemn Feast of Blood Art Yes and you 're welcom And Sir to make you like your Entertainment Know 't is a Sacred Glorious Festival Next the First Mover 'T is Love and Honour Turn the Globe 'T is they That Rule Mankind and Guide the Strokes of Fate And Sir those Mighty Names have both been wrong'd by you And 't is your Blood must make an Expiation Call to your Conscious Soul that 't is Philander Blocks up my Passage to Lysandra's Heart And makes it Inaccessibe Phil. My Lord If it be that that calls me to the Field Why should we Fight for what I calmly Yield She 's yours all yours and to secure that Title Know Jealous Lord I bear her kindest Love With no less Pain than you her greatest Hate Art If there 's no Magick in Lysandra's Name To Rowze thy sluggish Soul call to Remembrance Olizia's Wrongs her Wrongs and my Dishonour For tho I 've shook that Trifle from my Heart As little as she moves my Soul yet still Her Fame thou 'st Tainted and my Honour suffers And nothing but your Death can clear the Stain Phil. Olizia's Wrongs And Canst thou name that word Thou whose degenerate base groundless Rage Could doubt her Virtues blast her Sacred Fame Ye Gods A Saint more Pure a Soul more Spotless Did ne'r Adorn your World or Grace
Phil. Must she stand by and with accusing Eyes See my false Hand the Bridal-Nectar hold See my false Lips salute the Lifted-Gold Whil'st my warm Cheeks with flushing Pleasures glow And warmer Veins with pamper'd Fierceness flow Aside Then see her Traytor in his Nuptial-Bed On Perfumed Down and spreading Odours laid Whil'st her sad Heart with her brim-swelling Eyes Cryes False Philander and then breaks and dyes Oliz. Will you relapse agen and are you going To be the cruel and unkind Philander Did you but fhew me Heav'n to take it from me Phil. Defend me ye Bright Guards of Heav'n Methinks I see Panthea all in Tears and pale As Death opening her perjur'd Murderers Curtains So Chastly Caesar look't so Brutus trembled Oliz. Why this Despair dear Sir Those Sufferings Will dye when you are kind Indeed they will My gentle Looks shall soften all your Fury I 'le love you into Peace as the kind Sun Dispels the Clouds till the rough Tempest dyes Phil. No Angel-form thou art too Bright for me Thou art all Innocence a pure Idea Too Good to mix with foul and drossie Mortals I am all Monster Savage alI that 's ill My Heart 's all canker'd my corrupted Veins Are only fill'd with circulating Poysons In my Blaek Soul Ten thousand Furies dwell Whole Mines of Sulphur and whole Lakes of Hell Oliz. Oh drive these Visionary Horrors hence Dear Sir do not indulge this unkind Frenzy Phil. No Madam from these precious Sweets I 'le flye Take hence this Fiend take hence these Leprous Stems My blasting Eyes and my invenom'd Breath Thou art too Excellent too Divinely Fair To live within my Pestilential Air. Exit Oliz. Were ever Nuptials angry Pow'rs like mine The rest Of my more prosperous Sex compared with me Are Goddesses in glittering Chariots ride And make their Lovers Vassals to their Pride But I poor I Court mine and am deny'd Exeunt Finis Actus Primi ACT THE SECOND Enter Artaban Disguised Attended by his Confident Gobrias Art OH Gobrias How I loath those hated Walls Under that Roof that splendid Pile is lodged The greatest Fiend that ever was ordein'd Heav'ns Instrument of Vengeance that e're took Commission from the Gods and Pay from Hell Olizia Damn'd Impostor Gobr 'T is very strange my Lord that two years Travail With all the Pleasures of the ransack't VVorld Cannot remove that Woman from your Mind Art Ah Gobrias when I first beheld that Beauty By the false Opticks of my wounded Eyes I saw such infinite united VVonders I thought the Magazin of the Blind God His Darts his Quivers all his Arms were there At last I marryed her and thought my self Possessor of a Jewel much more worth Than all the Treasures of the East But Oh! My Diamond proved but Glass false brittle Glass Oh she had lost her Honor She that look'd All Health without within was all Contagion Gob. My Lord might I advise you you should scorn her Leave her and her detested Crimes to Fate Search Nature's store and find some worthier Choice T' adorn your Nuptial-Bed Get a Divorce And marry once agen Some brighter Beauty Would soon dispel her faint and sullyed Image Art No Gobrias for her sake I loath the Sex They are all treacherous Joys Even when they melt In our Embraces we but bath in Poysons Gob. Alas Sir those are but the monstrous Forms Which the false Light of your wild Thoughts presents you Come Sir let some more charming Face convert you You cannot guess the Charms attend on Marriage Where Love and Virtue make the Bridal-Musick Art Could I embrace thy Councel I were happy But know I loved and dyed for that fair Devil And my wrong'd Love is turn'd t'invetrate Hate VVhil'st from that Soursce Eternal Vengeance flows Gob. If then you are resolved to be your own And her Tormentor VVhy in this Disguise Art O yes The Mine is not yet strong enough to blow up This Trayt'ress by returning thus unknown And in Disguise perhaps I may surprize her Dallying i' th' Arms of a strong-sinew'd Favourite Or revelling amongst a Herd of Satyres Whil'st some fair Cupid with his wanton Ayres Stretches her slack'ning Veins and tunes her Blood Up to a Pitch so high fit for th'Embrace Of his own Mothers fierce hot War-like God Oh had I Rage enough to tear her Heart out And make the Blood of this false Scorpion cure me Enter walking at Distance Corinna Cor. Oh thou unhappy Princess that such Love And so much Beauty should deserve no more This dull Philander blind to his own Glory Flyes from those very Arms Art Corinna here Her Cozen and her Confident Madam Cor. A Stranger here at this dark Hour Offers to go Art Corinna stay 't is Artaban that calls thee Cor. Prince Artaban Ye Gods is he alive Poor Princess now thou art compleatly wretched Aside What Ruins does this rising-Planet threaten Are all the Stories of your Watry-Grave False as the Oceans Smiles in which Fame told us Art Yes they are all false false as the Oaths of Women Cor. How Sir Art False as that Trayt'ress that I left behind me Dangers I met and Shipwrack I have suffer'd And after two years Travail am return'd To tell you that I Live But Cozen say How fares our lusty Widow Cor. Cruel Prince Art I mean our young brisk Wife the Fair Olizia Cor. Undone by her unkind ungrateful Lord Art Poor Lady Cor. How could you be so barbarously Jealous Did she deserve it from you Art No not she 'T is true I had the Satisfaction on My Nuptial Day to know the great Lord Lysias Had tasted her dear easy Sweets before me But why should I be Jealous Alas kind Man He had only eased me of my first Nights Trouble And laid a good Foundation for a Bridegroom Cor. Fye Sir But what black Monster told you this Art Only the dearest Friend I have on Earth Cor. His Name Art Araxes that brave Gallant Man He that would run thro all the angry Elements And meet even Death in any shape to serve me This kind Araxes being return'd from Travail And hearing that the King design'd to give me Olizia flew with all the VVings of Friendship To quench the threatning Fire but came too late The fatal Knot was tyed Then in my Ears He breath'd a Story of that dreadful Accent Told me I had took that Viper to my Bosom Cor. Hold your Cariere Pray how came this Araxes So wise so knowing VVhence had he this wondrous Intelligence of all her private Sins Art From her own Bawd Lord Lysias Confident He could have told me all their stoln Amours And Assignations for three Years together Had he suspected when he left this Kingdom Her VVitchcrafts would have led my Soul astray Cor. And all this you believed Now hear your Folly Suppose that Treacherous Lord design'd t' abuse you What fitter Instrument than this Araxes Who makes so sure a Traytor as a Friend Art The brave Araxes scorn'd it Cor.
enough to Damn thee Exit Pyrgus Oh Horrid Bloody Savage Beast of Prey Think not to hide thy cursed impious Head No Tyger through all the World I 'le hunt thee Dead Nay tho thy Devils make thee walk Invisible Through all thy Infernal Guards I 'le find thee out 'T is not the Center of the Earth shall hide Thee from my Rage Like a new Hercules I 'le Dive to Hell but I will reach this Traytour Enter Artaban Yonder he comes Tryumphant Impudence Art Ah Sir The Fair Panthea is for ever lost Phil. Ravens and Scriech-Owls The Insulting Monster Owns th'Exacrable Deed. Aside Art And now Philander Beset with all the Horrours of Despair Hither I come Phil. Yes Infidel to Dye Draws Art What do I see Phil. Now ye Great Pow'rs you 're Kind Thou Limb of Vengeance and thou Brand of Hell Take thy Reward Art Confusion Hold yet hold Why all this Fury Phil. Why this staggering Guilt Base Hell-Hound Have thy Crimes made thee a Coward Art Coward and Crimes Death Why all this to me Phil. To Thee To Thee Ask thy black Soul and let Thy startled Conscience tremble at this Arm Art Why all this Fury Sir Explain this Riddle Phil. Oh harden'd Hypocrite Art Sir Do but hear me Phil. Yes thy last Groans Art Yet hold let me but speak Phil. When thou art Damn'd Talk on Fights and Kills Artaban Art As I am Dying let me know rash Murderer Why thou hast Kill'd the very Man that Lov'd thee Phil. Lov'd me Can thy black Soul thus doubly stain'd With Fair Olizia and Panthea's Blood Breath such a Word as Love Art Oh strange Impiety I lift a Hand against Panthea's Life What Poisonous Traitour has abus'd your Ears Phil. What do I hear Art As you would give Me Peace within the Grave and Bliss in Heav'n Name me the Monster that my Death may Blast him Phil. Has that false Devil Pyrgus Art Did he tell you so What more than Hellish Rage provok'd him to This Blasphemy By my last Hopes Olizia and the Fair Panthea lives Phil. Oh abhor'd Slave Oh most detested Villainy Has my mistaken curst infernal Fury Pull'd down such Ruins Art Ah Forbear this Grief My Life 's not worth a Tear The Cruel Fair Panthea Could ne'r be Mine And What is Life without Her Thou weep'st to see me Bleed Dry up thy Tears And let me Kiss that dear kind Hand that Kill'd me Since that Bright Form do's in a Cloister lie What has her hopeless Slave to do but Die But Sir Tho my Hard-fated Love could ne'r be Blest Be Thine more Prosperous in my Death I make Thy Passage free to thy Olizias Arms I give Her Thee 'T is the last Legacy Of thy expiring Friend Phil. Oh wond'rous setting Virtue Art But Could the Fair Lysandra never Love me Could all my Sighs not light one Spark of Pity Beauty thou Pageant of the Frantick World And Love false Love with all thy Cheats Farewel When I am Dead take me ye Gods and place me Upon some Hollow Sounding Arch of Heav'n There lend me but a Voice as loud as Thunder And I 'le Convert the doating World below me Dies Phil. What have I done What Guilt what Shame what Horrors Surround my staggering Soul Ye Gods he gave me Olizia This Bright Miracle of Honour With his last Breath could bless his Murderer Thou most unhappy injured Prince farewel Who would believe this bloody barbarous Deed That Savages would blush at was th' Effect Of Love Great Loâ—e the brightest Spark of Heav'n Could blow into this Thunder O ye Gods What is your World What 's Life What 's Human Fate When if your Dooms our Ruines have Decreed The noblest Cause can Act the blackest Deed. Enter Pyrgus Pyr. What do I see 'T is as my Soul could wish Dead by this Light H' has done the Feat so sweetly Phil. Ha Devil Art thou here Ye Gods I ask no more Pyr. Why that odd Face Prethee rough Sir look calmly Phil. Monster hear me For tho my aking Hand and boyling Veins Hold back my Rage from thy accursed Heart With greater Pain than e're thy Mother bore thee Yet I would talk with thee before thou' rt Damn'd Pyr. Well angry Sir and What is 't you would say Phil. Thou black Incendiary What strange Fury Provoked thee to this Execrable Malice Pyr. Dull Sir I 'le tell you Know I loved Panthea And that infatuated Lord my Rival Rose like a Planet to destroy my Hopes I knew at last Time and his Courting Glories Would melt a Passage to her frozen Heart And when she had Married him my Villainies Would be detected and at least my Ruin If not my Throat would make her an Atonement But know my Soul 's too Proud to Live with Infamy To see my Slave my Princess and to lose That gay proud haughty Thing I had Bought and Paid for Thus 'twixt Despair and my defeated Lust I made thy sensless foolish Love my Property To cut my Safety through his Heart Phil. Damnation Was there ever Dungeon Jaile Or Gibbet that could Match this harden'd Infidel But I do Talk and let the Villain live Offers at him Pyr. Hold Sir Draws a Pistol Make not your self too large a Promise Stand off I scorn the worst your Rage dares do Phil. What means this Baseness Coward Pyr. Only Sir If you 're for such a Bloody Game as Death I am a Rook and play not on the Square Phil. Slave Do'st thou think to Frighâ— me At thy Soul Pyr. Are you so Brisk Shoots and misses him Curse on my erring Hand Draws Yet hold Hear me one word Phil. Speak then make hast Be quick and short for know this Breath's your last Pyr. Tho that dull wand'ring Fire has mist thy Life I 've still the Odds Know this invenomed Steel With the least Touch gives Death Retire rash Man There 's Poison in this Sword Phil. And greater in thy Veins Go tell thy Canker'd Venomous Bloated Soul Thee and thy Arts of Hell I 'le thus Confound Kills him Pyr. Thou 'st Kill'd me and I fain would Curse thee for 't But Oh my Breath grows Faint my Eyes turn Giddy And in a Mist I 'm lost Dyes Phil. The Villain has drawn Blood His Arm bloody Enter Olizia and Women Oliz. Oh my Philander I have those Contradictions in my Fate Those Bars betwixt my Joys that nothing but A Cloister and a Grave can Reconcile But e're I take my Everlasting Leave Both of the World and Thee I can't but come To breath my Last Farewel Phil. Life of my Life My Dearest Sweetest Heav'n thou art too kind Oliz. Oh my Philander Could I but believe Flatter my breaking Heart Philander Loved me Then I in Peace could Die. Phil. Divinest Madam If all my Oaths in Life could not Convince thee As I am Dying hear this one last Vow By all my Hopes above I 'm only Thine Oliz. Dying What words are these Phil. Look there t' explain ' em That Impious Black Infernal Traitour Pyrgus With a long Mask of Complicated Perjuries Told me His Savage Lord had Murthered Thee And by my violent mistaken Rage In thy Revenge that God-like Martyr fell That generous Prince who with his Dying Breath Gave me Olizia Perish't by this Hand Oliz. Was ever such a dismal Scene of Horrour Phil. And yet that dismal Scene Was the Effect of Love impetuous Love What Flesh and Blood fill'd with a Soul like Mine Could hear thy Death and not run Mad as I did But my hard Fate the Gods have doubly punish't By my just Hand that cursed Villain dyed And I am Murder'd by his Poison'd Sword Oliz. Why was I Born ye Gods to see this Day Is there no Help no Art no Succouring Angels To save his Life Phil. VVere 't in the Pow'r of Fate The precious Balm of thy kind Tears would do 't But 't is too late Oliz. VVas this the dismal VVeapon That has undone the World Oh fatal Steell Thou hast been cruel but I 'le make thee kind Falls on the Sword Phil. What have you done Oliz. Nothing but only paid The Debts of dying Love Tho cruel Fate Divorced me from thy Arms and Cancell'd all Our Marriage-Joys yet in the Grave in that Cold Bridal-Bed I shall not be deny'd To lie a sleeping Virgin by thy Side Phil. Can then my Kind and generous Princess Leave all her Greatness all her blooming Youth Let those dear Eyes those sparkling Twins of Love And all that mighty Mass of Infinite Beauty Lie undistinguish'd in the Common Heap Of mouldring Dust ghastly as Death and wither'd As the naked scraggy Roots of unborn Flow'rs And all for her unhappy worthless Slave Oliz. Alas Sir What have I to do with Eyes Life Youth and Beauty Are they not all Yours Created Yours a Part of my dear Lord And Should they dare Survive when he is gone No 't is but Just they in your Urn should lie When the Tree falls the scatter'd Blossoms die Phil. Now thou' rt too kind Oliz. Could I do less to shew I loved Philander The meanest of my Sex can Live and Love Each common Spark inspires that Noble Heat To Die for Love is only truly Great Nor is this all the Glory of my Death Ye Gods I bring my Innocence to Heav'n Free from Loves grosser and impurer Charms I die a Virgin in a Husband's Arms Dyes Phil. She 's dead She 's dead Meet her ye Gods Oh meet her Throw open all the shining Gates of Heav'n And Sally out thick as the Beams of Day To her Immortal Praise new tune your Sphears At her dear Feet your brightest Diadems lay Ye Gods 't is Beauties Coronation-Day But Oh! in all her Heavenly Pomp she wants Her Loyal Slave I come bright Saint I come To fill the State of thy Celestial Train Thus may I Kneel and Thou for ever Reign Dyes FINIS