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St. Cecily, or, The converted twins a Christian tragedy / written by E.M.
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Medbourne, M. (Matthew), d. 1679.
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I flye with wings of Love One soul with thine one heart and faith I bring Now touch thy Organ and melodious sing Tib. But heark my Lord ere we set forward I am deceiv'd if I see not some here in Via Appia Are wont to lie in wait for Christians 1. Come my Masters keep your standing 2. I see two of ' hem 3. Then let 's comprehend ' hem 1. No we 'le respect 'hem till they come within Reach and then down with ' hem 2. No no let 's dog 'hem home and beset the house 3. That we may do by the sent for I smell them already Th' are so muskifyed 1. I follow 'hem close So so when they 're hous'd Have at 'hem then hah for a Booty Exeunt omnes SCENE V. Enter Flavia and Marcus Angusta Metricio Phantasio Palinodio Fla. A Ngustula come ye hither Ang. Yes Madam Fla. Tell me when was your Ladie 's bed last made Ang. Madam upon the Marriage day i' th morning Fla. And never smce Mar. looks within Ang. Not since indeed Madam Mar. 'T is even so Nay worse for 't is yet made Ay me here 's no body Ah! that bodeing somebody Has deceiv'd us VVife This a Nuptial bed Fla. Nay not so much as tumbled on VVhy where VVhere lay my Daughter all this while Ang. Alas Good Lady if he came not to bed was 't Her fault In former times I know it well She often watch'd all night spent it in prayer But now what Lady could have been so godly Fla. I am vext Mar. And so am I. Fla. Nay I am Asham'd to see 't wed and not bed together Mar. Now Sir you with your Epithalamiums To Met. Your Epigrams Anagrams Chronograms Your Raptures Enthusiasmes and Whim-whams To humour my Daughter with your Melancholy Strains that now she 's fit for no-thing nor no Body that I see And you with your Dia To Phan. Pasons and brain-sick Crotchets you have run A fair division have you not to separate Man and VVife And you Gentleman-usher To Pal. That look so wilde you that have been rambling And now come scar'd out of your little wits VVhat newes what 's the matter with you now Pal. A matter of matters nay all my back and sides Had been Matter but that Noble Tiburtius came To succour me Otherwise I had been stript and whipt Onely for saying my Lady was as fair as Venus Mar. But where 's my Lord Valerian Pal. He 'le be here This night or to morrow morning Fla. To morrow morning will That be a fit time to visit his wife Goodman Palinodie Pal. Why then to Night Madam he 'le be here money Both give him Exeunt Mar. Fla. Fla. Thou' rt welcome then here 's thy reward Mar. And here come Flavia let 's prepare Pal. Poet and Musitian look here †Shews the money Will you participate No. 'T is strange a Poet that stands so much on feet Should fall into wants Or that a Musitian Should not live as well on good aires as a Sycophant By an ill breath but nothing strange that this Gentleman-Usher †Kisses his hand and congies by this and this is richly clad In plush here Met. So so Pal. Yet that you may not sing with heavy heart For both your Muses go I have a quart ACT. V. Scene 1. Enter Valerian Val. FEar with belief unpowers disarmes me now Who late was daring while an unbeliever I could not credit what by faith I 've learn'd That there are Spirits call'd Intelligences On whose Majestick brow a terrour dwells The gentle plaites I dare not now unfold Who once could like a violent torrent rush Into her Chamber Might I see Her first Whose countenance is angelical from thence Mine eye might be transferr'd though fearfully To view her Angel Enter Devil Dev. Here I am look then On me an Angel Val. But not hers thou art So monstrous ugly and deform'd Dev. I am And that I may evict belief from thee †A Masque of Ladies Devils Satyrs The Dance ended when Valerian draws the Curtain they all vanish and Cecilie enter See Nymphs and Ladies here which I command As fair as thine Mine rather might have said For when she 's slumbring in her bed I stand And gently fold in mine her lilly hand Which nimbly now shall touch the Organ and While that and other Musick sounds t' advance The power I have I here command a Dance They dance Enter Cecilie Cec. Welcome my Lord my dearest Love and Spouse What means this ghastly look what is' t you fear Val. They 're vanish'd all with him who standing there Told me he was thine Angel but so ugly I could not think a beauty had commerce With such a monster Cec. No my Lord 't was he Who opposite to my blest Guardian seeks To ruin that the other do's preserve Val. But here were Ladies too Cec. But airy Phantosmes Deluding Devils they who can assume What shape they list yet still are limited In that and power by the Almighty's will Val. And yours it seems for at th' approach of day As the black Negra Night with Ravens wings Posts from the Confines of the Universe So did at your aspect these spirits vanish Enter Angel with two wreaths of flowers made of Lilies and Roses Cec. My Lord I need not be inquisitive to know What now you are this object shall suffice To tell how faith has clear'd your gloomy eyes Val. But not so eagle-sighted yet am I As to behold this glorious wight Cec. Yet but A ray or glimpse of the immortal power Angel Hail to you Virgin and your happy Spouse Blest be your Loves which heaven has linkt in one I come from you bright Mansion Paradice From thence have brought these fragrant wreaths of flowers The pure white Lilly and the crimson Rose That to denote your spotless chaster Loves This to present the ardour of your flames Which upward tend towards th' immortal fire Bow bow yourheads while crosse-wise thus I crown To symbolize you must stoop low to rise And like the Palme be prest for with renown Without Afflictions Crosse is gain'd no Crown Enter Tiburtius and kneels Here yet a Crown expects a Champions head Who in his first as he was born from Earth Come's now to joyn blest by a second birth Joyn Arm in Arm as you enwombed lay The brothers embrace A loving pair yet happier twins too day Cecilie sings So from the Brook return the bathed Doves while from your candid breast spring purer Loves So from the waters washd we may behold The pure white sheep return unto the fold So in the dewy Morn we see the Larkes So fraighted come a pair of wave-wash'd Barkes Then welcome Doves with chaster Loves Welcome enroll'd Sheep in the fold Mount pair of Larkes and for your Barkes Heaven be your Haven ne're disband Here cast your Anchor Hope and Land Angel Time calls away to mount bove liquid skies Be arm'd prepare a sudden