yield Achm. Yourself a Captive conquer'd in the field Moar. You have no conquest won till I am dead Unless you dare to lie and say I fled 'T is but ill Fate when heartless Vassals run And till I 'm slain think you have nothing won Phillo We have won all Fate now rewards our toyls Our wearied Mules are laden with your spoils Whilst the pale Souldier flying from afar Looks back to see the dismal Scene of War Your too proud Courage does your judgement wrong Grief and distraction sits upon your tongue Zelm. Fortune to you no succour dares aford What can your hopes depend on then Moar. My Sword Achm. Your Sword Moar. Yes this brave badge of Chivalry Fate and the Gods are trivial things to me Zelm. Since then the Deities you so despise Bow down and yield to me the Victors prize Moar. Wert thou a God as sure thou art not so I should rejoice I had so great a foe For they and I have strifes in all affairs They keep their blessings back and I my prayers But since thou art no Deity relate What great extraction does thy pride creat Zel. I am Zelmura Queen of these and thee Bright wreaths of Conquest grace my dignity The Gods Vicegerent to dispose their Will I have their power to save alive or kill My smile 's a charm fierce death attends my frown Fortune enslav'd stands fetter'd to my Crown The Frozen Islands of the North have seen And felt the power of Egypts potent Queen Whose furr'd Inhabitants with fear and shame Heard the resounding Ecchoes of my fame By me the Trees and Plants do spring and grow My breath can check our Nilus ebb or flow Put present period to thy destiny Do all things like a God this Sir am I. Mear These daring boasts betray what weakness blinds The sense and swayes insulting womens minds Zelm. He bears a noble Soul Aside this insolence Suits not your Fate nor can I brook it Prince Moar. Fate Queen Why what has Fate to do with me I am controuler of my Destiny Let such as fear to die call chance unkind My Fate is as immortal as my mind Zel. In vain Disputes too long the time we waste Yield or this present moment is your last Think my advice Sir was a favour meant Submission yet may hinder the Event Psamn Submission's onely for base Cowards fit Dull sordid Souls fram'd onely to submit Rather than so honour my counsel draws That by the sword we still protect our cause Who knows but Heaven our forces may unite And give us back the Conquest through mear spite Zelm. I 'l hear no more this prolong'd breath grow bold And I have been too tame offers to fight Phillo Hold Madam hold interposes It is my task should you oppose in this All Nations would condemn our cowardise And say that I did in presence the stand When Syria's Prince fell by a Womans hand Zel. A Womans hand is that Sir such a shame That I must be upbraided with the name Let my brave Actions that mean stile controul For though a Woman I 've a manly Soul Nor will I Honour for a word resign I say it is my right Phillo 't is mine Halem or mine Zelm. 'T is neithers Your base arrogance recal Claim it again by Heaven I dare ye all Frown not nor mutter I bear too much sway Know 't is a Subjects duty to obey Resign on your allegiance or expect A certain death to follow such neglect Phillo By duty forc't I to your will agree bowing But what my honour stains I must not see Exit Halem Live then a wretch that durst his fame resign I am resolv'd by this to cherish mine offers to fight Zelm. So valourous young Sir mild mercy hence Take there reward for disobedience Stabs him So now I 'me sure thou 'lt not usurpe my right Come Sir defend your self to Moaron Moar. I will not fight Zichm My Brother slain the Gods have shewn their spite aside but I 'le revenge Zelm. Can words such fear impart Heavens can a Prince retain a Peasants heart Whence Springs thy fear what envious destiny Dares thus controul thy Courage Moar. thoughts of thee Wer 't thou a man hadst thou Achilles charm Of being Sword proof Strong and free from harm Yet should my pointed vengeance conquest win Maugre the pow'r of thy inchanted Skin But as thou art a woman I am Crost And all the hopes of my revenge is lost For to that Sex my honour makes me bend Not fight against but with my blood defend Zelm. Something so noble in his soul I find Has quite supprest the tempest in my mind But my kind thoughts within my breast I 'le croud aside Least my too good opinion makes him proud Bear hence the body of the Justly slain Halem And such reward may all such traitors gain Exeunt guards with Zichm Traitor so tyrants call their best of friends Down thoughts and looks cloud what my Soul intends Exit Enter at another door Melechadel Amasis Ptollomy and guards Melech Mirrour of women Star of bright renown Protectress of my life and Egypts Crown What shall I render loudly to proclaim New terms of Honour equal to thy same Thou life of all my power 't is to thee I owe my thanks for this dayes victory The Gods were drowsie and their Actions slow T was thy brave Sword made Fate her duty know For which least I ingratitude should want Ask any thing and take my speedy Grant In two requests thy busied thoughts extend And to perform my total power I bend Zelm. Your noble vote Great Sir I must extol It shews a glorious President to all Directs rightly how to act and when And difference shews 'twixt Kings and moral Men. A little respite for my sute I crave Melech Thou can'st not ask the thing thou can'st not have In his defeat pointing to Moaron The fame o' th' Deities thou hast made small And shewn a God-like power above 'em all Zelm. My deeds deserve not half this vast applause You owe your Royal thanks to your brave cause Melech The Cause being tri'd and conquest our reward What means your Slave to stand thus on his guard Moar. Her Slave by Heaven 't is false thou art her Slave Her soaring fortune did thy Empire save By all the Gods proud King I am as free As Heav'n made Man at first or Fortune thee Slavery some abject punishment should own But thanks to this I am oblig'd to none My sword has more of freedome than thy Throne Melech Thy Sword is useless now Fool thou shalt die Nor can the Gods dispose thy chance but I. I sit supream and smile upon thy fate Whilst thy scorn'd Life proves Vassal to my State Thou shalt imprison'd till my triumph be And then releas'd from enthrawl'd misery Thy death shall be my Scene of jollity Moar. You take large licence to pronounce my death But think not what attends that fatal breath Fearless you may insuit
o're weaker foes But know my life is not at your dispose And 't is most safe though not for your renown Instead of seeking mine to guard your own Melech This insolence my honour cannot bear Guards go and bind 'em both Moar. Stir if you dare This ground is fatal he that first comes on Sets but the race which thou at last shalt run Cover'd with wounds I will thy pow'r oppose I' th' midst and thickest number of my Foes Though fatal yet some pleasure it will be To see thy mighty God head stoop to me Let the blind Queen of Chance her Envy shew And save thy life by some succeseless blow Deny'd all help and pass'd defence withstood I 'l rip my breast and drown thee with my blood Melech ' Dsdeath go take kill him to the Guards Zelm. Hold he shall not die stopping the guards I onely must dispose his destiny But that obedience to your will be shewn to the King Of my too great requests this shall be one Souldiers retreat I have the Kings whole power And leave me to appoint his fatal hour Melech Ask Something else this Suit I cannot grant Zelm. Your bound by Oath take heed how you recant Melech My Oath what 's that go go once more take sieze Zelm. He meets his death who his command obeys turning to Moarons side Perjur'd and poor send now your forces on By heaven we 'l cut the props from your weak Throne In his defence to my last drop of blood I 'le meet thy pow'r though through a crimson flood I wade to the atcheivement to make known A faithless King 's a traitor to his crown Unless immediately you pronounce peace And cause your factious multitude to cease Melech Retire a while to Guards and Souldiers Madam you have your will But what curst Feind seduc't you to this ill Surpasses knowledge but the Prince shall live Him you dare thus protect I dare forgive Moar. Forgive your words are still so arrogant Fit answers for such Epithites I want Forgive your slaves some impious offence Such as can crowch with humble penitence And know whilst valour in my breast does live She cannot me protect nor you forgive Melech Yet though your courage with your pow'r concur You now are glad to take your life from her Moar. 'T is false my life is at my own dispose Sprung from the stalk on which my courage grows Nor would I for a slow destruction stay But boldly run and meet death half the way Honours broad path my soul so well has known That now to live or dye to me 's all one Melech The rugged path of death few men would choose Had they the licens't power to refuse Which death your ransome Sir shall now excuse Live fearless in our Court and free from ill I 'me now your friend though much against my will aside Zelm. This grant has back my good opinion gain'd He forfeits worth whom perjury does stain Honour the Souls of Monarchs best does grace Contempt and rigour onely suite the base To morrow you shall know my last request 'Till when it must be treasur'd in my breast You 'l keep your vow Melech My oath has made it good And if I fail infection seize my blood Zelm. Disperse brave Prince the cloud upon your brow To fate not onely you but all must bow Heaven does mishaps for greatest souls create The bravest men are most unfortunate Moar. Heaven then 's a cheat so are the Gods and fate If there no difference be in punishment A Traitor is as happy as a Saint And may as soon a glorious blessing share As he that spends his life in sighs and prayer Melech Your rashness voted 'gainst heavens excellence Betray more haughty passion Sir than sense Motives of sorrows raign or love impure But in our Court your grief may find a cure Amas. Spiritual affairs be the Zealots care persued by such as dote on their dispair Your worth may Sir a fitter work improve Imploy'd in Acts of honour wit or Love Moar That love must then be yours what charms are here touching her hand My beating heart much alter'd do's appear And I the marks of unknown passion bear But I must hide it Since proud fate to day In my defeat its malice did display My life I 'le cherish with design to prove My soul the ills of Fortune is above The Plagues the Gods inflict with scorn I 'le bear And I will live cause sate shall see I dare Exeunt ACT. II. SCENE I. An Alcove Discovers Moaron and Amasis Enter Psamnis Psam MY happy wishes good success have met Yonder the Amourous Lovers smiling sit How greedily their darting eye balls rove Each look displayes the extasie of Love I knew She lov'd him though a modest Pride Which still with untaught Virgins do's reside Made her conceal it but of this no more I must to Syria to renew our power The Prince did so command and I will be Though not renown'd lov'd for fidelity Exit SONG within BEgon dull fear and servile duty fly Where mischeifs hourly rove Whilst here we own no other Deity Nor Monarch know but Souls ensnaring Love Love whose refreshing Ioys such rapture brings Such life such charming power 'T would warm the sinews of enervate Kings And make 'em young once more II. Let sordid Mortals toil for Earths increase And Glory in their gains We with new charms will one another please And laugh to see the harvest of their pains In quiet let 'em share their happiness With hope and fortune great Whilst we each day each hour that Heaven possess Which they expect at last III. Then feed my flame bright Deity of Love With Lulling extasies That whilst I in this Orb of Beauty rove I in conceipt may Soar above the Skyes Reasons a term by drowzy Zealots fain'd Which rapting bliss destroys Nature do's always fiercest pleasures lend When freely sense enjoys Moar. Not all the Odours of those happy fields Where Cassia grows and the fain'd Phaenix builds Arabias treasures or the choice perfume Of India's fragrant entrals dare presume ' Ere to compare with thee thou softest fair Thy presence would extenuate despair In all the Damn'd below and make 'em live In hope Hells worst of Torments to survive Amas. If I not knowing my own power possess So large a portion of controwling bliss The greatest mandate you shall ere fulfil Shall an entreaty be to love me still But should my passion prove an injury I should not blame your will but I should dye And e're my death I 'de one kind thought implore Then rest assur'd I could deserve no more Moar. Never Oh never shalt thou see that day No sooner shall the Early Sun display His beams about the World but I will fly To visit thee the Idol of my eye Where by thy side I 'le sit for ever free And waste my life in endless extasie Thy looks my bodies hunger shall repreive For if Camelions blest by Nature
live Onely by Air Air then shall be my food A diet fit for our o'reflowing blood Refresht with smiles my heart shall baffle death And surfet on warm gusts of Rosie breath Amas. Oh no for though great Love our hearts controuls 'T is a repast fit only for our Souls A natural food our bodies it must supply And we refuting that shall surely dye And then the Gods too mindful of our fates Against our souls approach will shut heavens gates Moar. The Gods perhaps their wrath will shew on me But when they shall thy brighter spirit see They 'r ill weigh'd rage they will conceive a sin And from their Thrones hast to conduct thee in Then leading thee through the Coelestial Signs Whilst at thy sight each envious Goddess pines They 'l seat thee there in State whilst I shall be Seeing thee cherisht by each Deity In Heaven opprest with Earthly Jealousie Amas. In vain your fears do such disasters bode Were I a Goddesse you should be a God I would create new Laws in heaven for thee And never blush at the Impiety So great my love so strong my constancy Moar. Blest in each others arms we would despise The troops of the Inferiour Deities But let us now with soaring thoughts dispence And prove on earth loves precious influence Bear witness heaven that now our Actions veiw How Little life I prize compard with you You whose perfections can such blessings give That for your sake I onely with to live Amas. And I your vertues though I blush to tell Confess my Soul I love not halfe so well Moar. When to our blisse a pleasant Race we run How swift the minuits are how quickly gone The time seems envious of our happinesse And strives to put a period to our bliss By an unlookt for hast but let 'em fly Each project of curst Fortune I defie And glorying in your heavenly presence prove Noblessing e're can match the charms of Love Exeunt SCENE II. Zelmura Sola Zelm. IT shall be done it must nor can there be A pow'r but heaven to alter my decree And that I may have int'rest in heavens Love For a short time I will religious prove Kneel to the Gods adore their pow'r and state Be just and pious meerly to be great I'm Egypts Queen my pow'r like a huge stream O'reflows small shrubs yet I am not supream My will is limited my orders stand But as the Copies of the King command Who in security now tramples on Those wreaths which I in war with danger won Coheirs in Empire shines but dimly bright Whilst eithers lustre darkens t'others light But I like Titan fixt alone would shine And dare all other Beams to equal mine Nature begone thou faint soft hearted thing What though he be my husband and my King Ambition is my Soul and die he must And 't is sufficient that I think it just Had Providence ordain'd I should have been A theam of Pity a kind vertuous Queen I had submitted to that harmless name And followed Piety But as I am The Child of War all Courage and all Fire My deeds above the sense of good aspire Die then dull King for since no way is known But by thy death for me to mount thy throne I am Resolv'd all thoughts of good to quell And raign first here though I raign next in hell The cause of your unmanner'd hast declare Enter Ptolomy hastily Ptol. My news exacts your courage and your care The King has had some close intelligence How Psamnis sent to Syria by the Prince To raise new Powers and get his Ransome paid Intends again our Nation to invade Knowledge of which hath so provok't his wrath He swore a no less Rash then mighty Oath Before the mornings dawn t' exault a flood And drown all Danger in the Princes blood Zelm. That breath has damn'd him hell has not endued The Fiends with half so much ingratitude He shall not no his doom I will recall By all the Gods if they permit his fall I will destroy the World kill and disrobe Nature of her perfections shake the Globe To its first Chaos and by actions prove Nothing can match a Womans hate or love Enter Amasis Amas. Ah! Sister can you thus your steps retard The noble Prince drag'd rudely by the guard Stands in the Presence bound Zelm. bound hell and death Here me you pow'rs above and shades beneath You that on Thrones of Day abhor the Night And you whom horrours of cold death delight Hear and assist my haughty enterprize For since controwling fate wears a disguise Since Nature takes a Pride Mortality To mould in Plots and Jugling villany I am resolv'd my influence to shew And fright the World with Natures overthrow Like some great conflagration I 'le appear And first with smoky flateries charm his ear Till I my hearts desire have obtain'd His his whole power by his promise gain'd That done from cloudy thickness I 'le aspire And Scorch opposers like consuming fire Exeunt SCENE III. Melechadel Zichmi Achmades Moaron held by Guards Melech AM I to be out brav'd Gods has my fate Made me as oft victorious as great Seated my Throne upon the conquer'd heads Of those that seek the paths ambition treads And shall I now stand tame when threatned by A weak low Object of my Clemency Wars vassal no my rage shall tempests grow And the fierce pow'r of inrag'd Monarchs show Lead to the Scaffold by my Crown I 'le try If thus inspir'd you can submit to dye If in the Book of fate my doom appear To be the next I 'le meet death void of fear And smile to think thou art my harbinger Moar. Tyrant not all thy tortures nor the Hell Fixt in thy Conscience shall my Courage quell My Spirit shall contemne thy basest deed And spite of torments dare thee to proceed The Bright all-seeing Sun when I shall dye From Reeking Mists will draw my soul up high Where on a Star I shall with Glory shine And in infernal Caverns see thee Pine Melech Dream on dream on of visionary joyes Your fancy quickens with these pleasing toyes Lead him away alas he weary growes These dull delayes but hinder his repose His power would conquer Crowns beyoad the Sun Did he not want a head to set 'em on Zichm Pardon dread Sir I If presume so far To tell your Majesty the chance of war Is incident to all men Kings have been The subjects of disasters not foreseen Blur not the trophies then of victory With the black stain of so much infamy Kings are like Gods when vertue they obey But that once lost they are but common Clay Melech Your Moral Phrase I cannot understand Vertue do's it not ly in my command What I decree is just although exprest A Miracle to an inferiour breast Vent your dull sentences where publick wrongs Lye brooding to be judg'd by publick tongues My will the power of factious souls shall awe A Monarchs mandate is his Subject
THE SIEGE OF MEMPHIS OR THE Ambitious Queen A TRAGEDY Acted at the THEATER-ROYAL Written by Tho. Durfey Gent. Non fit sine Periculo facinus magnum memorabile Terent. LONDON Printed for W. Cademan at the Popes Head at the entrance in of the New Exchange in the Strand 1676. TO THE TRULY GENEROUS HENRY CHEVERS Esq SIR THe favourable aspect you were pleas'd to cast upon this Poem the first fruits of an Infant Muse together with the knowledge I have of your excellent temper and unalter'd clemency have sufficiently warranted my presumption of throwing it at your feet and by making it an humble present to a Person so far above the common Sphere secure it from the peircing Tallons of Eagle Eyed Criticks I know it is a triffle that by the meaness of the stile the want of good design and the ill representation at the Theatre being Play'd to the worst advantage has got little credit with the World and consequently is far unworthy your patronage but if you consider the credit of a young Author lyes at stake one whose design was onely to please not offend you doubtless will be induc'd to a more favourable opinion of my presumption The censures of others will the less trouble me when you protect it knowing how common 't is now to discant on Authors truely famous and worthy all applause as well as others of a far meaner knowledge and reputation 'T is my desire I confess to be free from malicious censures and that my partial Reader would be so favourable as not to be my Interpreter but content himself with the Perusal according to Martial Absit a jocorum nostrorum simplicitate malignus interpres But since the humour of this Age tends another way I must study self satisfaction and relie on the Patronage of a Person whose worth I am so well acquainted with that the criticisms of pretenders will appear as ridiculous as they can endeavour to make this Poem if they durst write themselves SIR Your obliged humble Servant Tho. Durfey PROLOGUE JUdges of Wit you whose diserning Eyes Know the right path and nearest to be wise That never damn'd a Play as a despite To us but always thought your selves i' th' right Our Rhymer swears it never shall corode Upon his mind since 't is grown Al-a-mode Since great and pow'rful Sons of Poesie Have felt your pointed censures why not he The Age is alter'd now he that has Wit Ne're uses it abroad but in the Pit There spreads it all and e're one Scene does know Calls friend aside Cryes Dammy Iack le ts go Not a Wench here that 's worth the speaking to Others that want Wit hither come to glean Seem to find fault and cavil at a Scene Because they understand it not yet will Dislike because 't is Modish and Gentile Thus both ways we our Enemy's inclose The Wise and Fools are equally our foes 'T is true some tender hearted Females come That want divertisement and trade at home But little 's to be got by them alas They bring good faces but their moneys brass Madam we cry 't is naught she peeps through hood Cryes truth my Lord did give it me for good Still this makes ill for us such as doe pay Bring naughty money such as do not stay Your Criticism's greater then your sins are And yet you 'd laugh to hear Old Cole of Windsor A bawdy Ballad though with non sence cram'd Will please ye when a serious Play is damn'd But do your worst for we resolve to try A proof now of the Ladies Clemency If they but favour us you must obey Their frowns hurt you more then you 'l hurt our Play But should they hiss and our designs condemn It were an 〈…〉 them You are such Devils and so far exceed From you 't were worse then to be damn'd indeed But in their heav'nly breasts no rancour lyes Their censures must be glorious as their eyes And he that hears and follows not their rule Is impotent I 'me sure if not a Fool. Persons Represented Egyptians MElechadel King of Egypt Ptollomy his Son Phillopater Caliph and General two Peers Achmades Halem Zichmi Brother to Halem and a Commander under Phillopater Zelmura Queen of Egypt Amasis Sister to Zelmura Saphrena Amasis Confident Messenges Souldiers Guards and Attendants Men and Women Selabdin Sultan of Syria Moaron his Son Psamnis Friend to Moaron Aldabar Captain in Selabdins Army Souldiers Guards and Attendants The Scene Memphis besieged THE SIEGE OF MENPHIS OR THE Ambitious Queen ACT. I. SCENE I. The Curtain being drawn an Alarm of Drums and Trumpets are heard the Scene representing a Turret besieged by Moaron Psamnis and Syrians Zelmura Phillopater Ziehmi and Egyptians appearing on the Walls defending a skirmish of Darts which done the Scene changes to Melechadels Pallace Enter Melechadel Ptolomy and Achmades Mch. PErish the World e're I forsake my Throne Or leave that City which my Birth did own The Sun shall freeze and Nights pale Goddess burn The Solid Globe to its first Chaos turn E're Melechadel fears Draw up our Moors By Heaven I 'l dare the utmost of their pow'rs Kings are like Gods when dauntless they appear But worse than Peasants if their Fate they fear Achm. Great Apis Priests foretel our overthrow And Death comes wing'd like light'ning from the Foe I speak Great Sir not as I fear to die For death 's a bliss in wars extreamity My loyal care mean doubts do far exceed Ill fare true Subjects heads when Princes bleed Ptollo Famine i th' City now 'gins to prevail And from without Destruction storms like hail The tired Souldier with weak glowing eyes Looks down upon the Foe then falls and dies As if like Basilisks they gave us death Not with their dreadful weapons but their breath What can we hope for wheresuch horrour is Melech Think on my Conquests past then hope for this The Gods that made me Monarch did creat My Kingly Soul to have a Kingly fate Have I not conquer'd the insulting Moors Buffled the Indian and Tartarian Pow'rs When with my Troops I Legions have withstood Of Daring Souldiers whose warm Seas of Blood O'reflow'd the Plains with Waves of crimson dye And fogs obscur'd the surface of the sky Have I not often with the Morning dawn Mounted my Chariot by fam'd Princes drawn Through Memphis whilst amazements charm'd the throng To see my glorious Triumph pass along And shall we now our fortune fear to try He deserves Conquest best who best dares die Bring up our Infantry to the assault And see 'em straight conveyed through the dark vault Under our Palace Fly Achmades flie Fate points us out this way to Victory Embrace occasion e're it be too late We 'l snatch our Conquest from the Gripes of Fate How now What news Exit Achmates Enter Zichmi Zichm The Fence grows thin my Liege And the remainder hardly brook the siege Such numbers with their dreadful darts are kill'd The Trenches with their
due But haughty Courage from your blood I drew Zelm. My will unquestion'd power shall express Hell shall not daunt nor heaven make it less What fools think pride my Judgement calls divine A Soaring essence that like Jems does shine In the Ambitiou's souls of such as love Abliss from nature glean'd not from above We should not differ from the common Crowd Were not our greatness lycens't to be proud Though adoration to mortallity Be counted vain by dull hypocrisie I think it reason if adrest to me My state as worthy is of Sacrifice As Ioves with all his troops of deities Phillo On what prodigious pride her Spirit soars That thus she dars blaspheme the heavenly powers aside Ptoll. Since then your Clemency is pleas'd to place Me once more in the Sun beams of your grace Let me not too too insolent apear In tendring a petition to your ear Whose grant my grateful heart with thanks will store And what I now admire I shall adore Zelm. Haste to declare your Suit I will not say 'Ts your unknown but yet I think it may Ptoll. In your attention I am far more blest Than in that vote by which I was releas't But can I in your favour basking lye Lul'd with delight and see my Father die Unatural unkind and Cruel too Therefore thus low most mighty Queen I sue To your reviving breath for a reprieve Though he be still confin'd yet let him live Think what a horrid Crime it is to shed Queen Starts His blood who is the part'ner of your bed Kind nature cannot but dispute his Cause Plead his desert Religion and the Laws Besides his fortune may his Crime defend His Soul was great and knew not how to bend Brave minds like Palmes do most themselves advance When most deprest by the strong hand of Chance And his uncurb'd Soul till that moment free Soon felt the shame in losse of Majesty The nations love will flow if your forbear But if persist they 'l onely love for fear Cheer then their drooping hearts and save the King Zelm. Away thou daring fool base fordid thing Gods can strong prison walls men vertue teach The Boy 's grown Zealous and has learn't to preach And with grave Morals that all sense disown Thinks from my lofty head to charm the Crown Did I this frozen Snake from bondage bring Warm'd by my grace so soon to shew his sting Have I oft nourisht him with my one blood To leave the track of glory and grow good Degenerate wretch what blisse could'st thou divine From his raign that thou mayst not reap in mine What though he shar'd my bed without controul His Rival brave Ambition shares my Soul And when brave spirits glory to be great Religion's uselesse and the Law a cheat The blessings others Covet I despise The Gods and nature equally I prize Had I with patience liv'd so long alone Till providence had help't me to this Throne In spite of all its pow'r I might I see Have mourn'd the loss of royal dignity But by ambition rais'd my pow'r I know And from my Throne dare laugh at all below Therefore recal that breath pronounc't before And here a Pardon instantly implore Or never stir from the cold Pavement more Ptoll. Prostrate beneath your foot I bend thus low kneels It is a Posture I in duty owe But to repent and my past suit recal Were abject base and most unnatural Nor can I quell my soaring thoughts so soon Let it suffice it was a fruitless boon Zelm. Though your denial insolent appear It shews you share my blood despising fear Live and your hearts ambition to regain I give you leave to wish nay hope to reign Ptol. Unconstant hope and full of flattery You are immortal sure you cannot dye Zelm. Though Death proves vassal to my soaring fate My pow'r is boundless and I may create I in your reign may disspate my fears My youth being past and some few hundred years But could your tongue request the Kings reprieve Knowing I must not reign if he should live By his decease succession I dare own And by your nonage can command the Throne But had he liv'd fate had my power beguil'd Ill fare those Realms where Monarchs are too mild My will shall now the charms of greatness prove Respect and fear best shews a subjects love And womens courage by ambition warm'd Dares laugh at danger though all Hell stood arm'd Exeunt ACT. IV. SCENE I. Zelmura Sola Zelm. HE 's dead and thus far my designs are blest Since of the Throne I solely am possest The name of Goddess bright divinely fair Has charm'd me so methinks I am all air The Gods why have not I more pow'r then they Men dare not me but most them disobey This head that never wanted a design To satisfie ambition shall divine Into the peoples hearts when factious grown And wrest out their intentions with a frown But whilst my mind in these affairs I move I play the tyrant with my Smoother'd Love My heart with Passion for the Prince it warm'd And he is with my Sisters beauty charm'd But thrive my Plots that bud with tender growth And what he now admires he then shall loath Mileta Milet. Maddam Zelm. Set Amasis free Exit Melet. And bid her wait me in the Gallery Shall theams of Vertue make Zelmura pine All ills of womens frailty I resign I bear a Spirit brave and masculine My pleasures are my Gods and passions birth Uncurb'd and lawless is my Heaven on Earth Exit SCENE II. Enter Ptollomy Phillopater Achmades Ptol. The injur'd peoples murmurs now grow loud And many into Private factions croud So look't the sick and fester'd state of Rome By mighty Iulius Tyranny o'recome Phillo Their fate though bad was better far then ours Caesar and Pompey though their fame and powers Were mighty and divided ye both stood As potent Champions for the Publick good But in Zelmura's actions 't is made known She vallues no disasters but her own Achm. Unvallued Sumes of Gold she hourly heaps And by oppressing taxes treasure reaps Whilst helpless Age in holes unpittied lye Forc't by the dearth of food to starve and dye Enter Zelmura and Amasis See where she comes Zelm. Fate has decreed it so And I in vain should a resistance shew Phillo I read a storm in her reverted Eyes aside Zelm. How dare you interrupt my pryvacies to them Have we no passage free this insolence Merits the worst of my displeasure Hence Phillo What throngs of Demons her ambition sway aside Zelm. What 's that your murmur Phillo Nothing but obey Exeunt Zelm. That I do Love him is as certain true As that he Loves and is belov'd by you And as the pow'r is boundless that is due To my high state so is my passion too Your glimmering Love do's in small embers shine But a consuming Aetna flames in mine Forget him then since mildly at you hand I beg what I have power to command
'le do more And therefore Sir your liberty restore Lead on your troops brave Prince nay all thanks spare Meet me i' th' Army's head and thank me there You cannot braver gratitude afford Then nobly there to thank me with your Sword Charm me Belona with thy chiefest good And to meet fame I 'le swim o're Seas of blood Contemn black danger with a threatning breath And Grasp at honour in the jaws of Death Exeunt Queen and Ptollomy Moar. Gods what a soul do's that weak fabrick hold Such courage ill befits so frail a mould Her Spirit a whole Legion would inspire And turn cold cowardize to Glowing fire I envy her methinks a heart so brave A mind so haughty none but I should have If man be the more brave and noble name Why should weak woman rob us of our fame I 'le to our troops and try if I can prove A kinder fate then I receav'd from Love If not the doom of Heaven I will reverse And my own bosome with my own hand peirce Exit Zichmi returns Zichm Her sister to my guard resign'd blest fate That to revenge givest so secure a state My too long smoother'd hate I now will shew And to my aid invoke the Fiends below Dull Queen couldst thou believe I faith e're knew For her whose barb'rous hands my Brother slew No Murdress to his soul I did bequeath Thy tainted blood and then decreed thy death But now thy sisters rape shall first begin The tragick scene and broach a greater sin Then in thy blood my bliss I will obtain Revenge is sweetest then when most obscean Exit SCENE V. Enter Selabdin Aldabar Psamnis and Syrian Soldiers Selab THus far our enterprize proves fortunate Favour'd by heaven and propitious fate Our happy forces with a noble hast High rocks and barren Mountains have o'repast Of this parcht climate desolate and waste Proud Queen success thou didst but ill divine When thou my Son ignobly didst confine Or that his fate e're long might turn to thine But by my deeds thy pride shall quickly see A Father's Courage Love and Piety Psamn The King late murder'd by her Tyranny Methinks should pluck down vengeance from the skie And to requite the worst of torture 's due Death will oblige her if receiv'd from you Adab Heroes alone by Monarchs hands should die Trophies most fit for sacred Majesty Which in this war your power might persue Were the brave Prince but here to second you But till his sword we in our troops have seen 'T is vain to think to captivate the Queen But we are tardy let us hence to night And charge their drowzy guards e're mornings light Selab Brave soul yet stay such hast our power may wrong Our men are tir'd and the Journey 's long Let therefore all our troops to night be drawn In order to be ready with the Dawn A mornings march will bring our army down To fix our tents in prospect of the town Amidst your bounty Gods grant but this one Give but my age pow'r to revenge my Son My incense smoke shall dim your azure skies And feast you with continual sacrifice shout What means this shout Enter a Messenger Messen. May heaven great Sir your Enemy's destroy As it do's now procure the general Joy The Prince Selab Hah what of him Mess. Thus low by me In humblest duty greets your Majesty Selab Thou darest not mock me Mess. Not and hope to live But him you cannot hope for there receive Enter Moaron and kneels Selab This Scene of Joy do's my past griefs asswage Welcome thou prop of my declining age Honour forget my weakness this blest day If nature makes my eyes some tribute pay By say what more then God did set thee free Or was it some transcendant Deity Whose pow'r we know not and must therefore pay A reverence fitting so supream a sway Moar. No Sir the Gods I have not found so just 'T was on a Cause much more miraculous No troops of daring Soldiers did I see Forcing their way through death to set me free Heaven for my succour no such aid decreed 'T was the brave Queen her self perform'd this deed Selab The Queen unheard of Nobleness Moar. 'T was she That scorning fate pronounc't my liberty Selab Wonder invades my breast but say what cause From her proud soul this generous action draws Honour or did her fear take safer course To render what my pow'r e're long might force Moar. Her haughty courage only fame persues Contemning fortunes ills for when the news Of your arrival came no signs of fear Or dull mistrust did in her face appear But with a look that did her heart express She heard the story of your good success Then rising from her seat and seeing where Her Nobles looks betray'd their doubtful fear With an undaunted voice She strove t' inspire Their freezing Courages with her own fire Her brave Oration past she turn'd to me And with a dauntless generosity Voting my liberty spoke thus Lead on your troops and there your thanks afford Where the rough Language of the reeking Sword Disputes in honours cause and only deeds Not words for grateful actions intercedes This said she from my Presence did retire And left me there to envy and admire Selab For this brave act all grateful thanks is due She do's at once slight and oblige me too Good Heaven direct my actions how to pay Her generous heart the best and noblest way And since the Gods decree no war in vain May the sublimest cause the Lawrel gain Moar. He that i' th' Battle dares to second me Reaps from my heart a Brothers amity A Cowards soul destructive fears surround Whilst the brave Soldier smiles upon his wound With brandisht Sword he cuts his way before Not fearing numbers or mistrusting pow'r Steel me thou daring God of Martial souls Whose blest unbounded influence controuls O're death despising Hero's make my arm Strong like my will to do and suffer harm That doing what a Nat'ral pow'r exceeds Proud death may gaze and wonder at the deeds His rigour could not equal but at last If through continued wounds my spirits haste To leave their Mansions Grant me this kind fate Within this arm fresh vigour to create Till from my heap of victims gushing blood Make on the barren Earth a swelling flood That like a Conquerour I may when dead Swim to Elizium through the blood I shed Selab Such vertue Heaven must guard or cease to be What Mortals think the seat of Piety If in this enterprize the Gods ordain A fate that puts a Period to my reign My happy Age shall yet this honour have To lie with victims pil'd upon my grave Exeunt ACT. V. SCENE I. Zelmura Phillopater Achmades Ptollomy and Egyptian Souldiers Zelm COmmand our Moors the onset first to give And bring the Caliphs troops to their relief If you would purchase to your heirs a name Ever adherent to the Parents fame Unsheath your willing Swords and