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A39812	Valentinian, a tragedy as 'tis alter'd by the Earl of Rochester, and acted at the Theatre-Royal : together with a preface concerning the author and his writings, by one of his friends.	Fletcher, John, 1579-1625.; Rochester, John Wilmot, Earl of, 1647-1680.; Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689.	1685 (1685)	Wing F1354; ESTC R5338	49,653	92

As let me brag some have been worthy notice If ever any Worth or Trust you gave me Deserv'd a Favour Sir If all my Actions The hazards of my Youth Colds Burnings Wants For You and for the Empire be not Vices By the stile you have stampt upon me Souldier Let me not fall into the Hands of Wretches Val. I understand you not AEcius Let not this Body That has look'd bravely in his Blood for Caesar And covetous of Wounds and for your safety After the scape of Swords Spears Slings and Arrows 'Gainst which my beaten Body was my Armor Throu ' Seas and thirsty Desarts now be purchace For Slaves and base informers I see Anger And Death look throu ' your Eyes I am markt for Slaughter and know the telling of this Truth has made Me A man clean lost to this World I embrace it Only my last Petition Sacred Caesar Is I may die a Roman Val. Rise my Friend still And worthy of my Love Reclaim the Souldiers I 'l study to do so upon my self Go keep your Command and prosper AEcius Life to Caesar. Exit Val. The Honesty of this AEcius Who is indeed the Bulwark of my Empire Is to be cherisht for the good it brings Not valu'd as a Merit in the Owner All Princes are Slaves bound up by Gratitude And Duty has no Claim beyond Acknowledgment Which I 'l pay AEcius whom I still have found Dull faithful humble vigilant and brave Talents as I could wish 'em for my Slave But oh this Woman Is it a Sin to love this lovely Woman No She is such a Pleasure being good That though I were a God shee 'd fire my Blood The End of the First Act. ACT. II. SCEN. I. Enter Balbus Proculus Chylax Lycinius Bal. I Never saw the like she 's no more stirr'd No more another Woman no more alter'd With any Hopes or Promises laid to her Let them be ne'r so weighty ne'r so winning Than I am with the motion of my own Legs Proc. Chylax You are a stranger yet in these Designs At least in Rome tell me and tell me truth Did you e'er know in all your course of Practice In all the ways of Women you have run through For I presume you have been brought up Chylax As we to fetch and carry Chyl True I have so Proc. Did you I say again in all this Progress Ever discover such a piece of Beauty Ever so rare a Creature and no doubt One that must know her worth too and affect it I and be flatter'd else 't is none and honest Honest against the Tide of all Temptations Honest to one Man and to her Husband only And yet not Eighteen not of Age to know Why she is honest Chyl I confess it freely I never saw her Fellow nor ever shall For all our Graecian Dames as I have try'd And sure I have try'd a hundred if I say Two I speak within my Compass All these Beauties And all the Constancy of all these Faces Maids Widdows Wives of what Degree or Calling So they be Greeks and fat for there 's my Cunning I would vndertake and not sweat for 't Proculus Were they to try again say twice as many Under a Thousand pound to lay them flat But this Wench staggers me Lycin. Do you see these Jewels You would think these pretty Baits now I 'l assure you Here 's half the Wealth of Asia Bal. These are nothing To the full Honours I propounded to her I bid her think and be and presently Whatever her Ambition what the Council Of others would add to her What her Dreams Could more enlarge What any President Of any Woman rising up to Glory And standing certain there and in the highest Could give her more Nay to be Empress Proc. And cold at all these Offers Bal. Cold as Crystal Never to be thaw'd Chy. I try'd her further And so far that I think she is no Woman At least as Women go now Lycin. Why what did you Chy. I offered that that had she been but Mistress Of as much spleen as Doves have I had reach'd Her A safe Revenge of all that ever hate her The crying down for ever of all Beauties That may be thought come near her Proc. That was pretty Chy. I never knew that way fail yet I tell you I offer'd her a Gift beyond all yours That that had made a Saint start well consider'd The Law to be her Creature she to make it Her Mouth to give it Every thing alive From her Aspect to draw their Good or Evil Fixt in 'em spight of Fortune a new Nature She should be call'd and Mother of all Ages Time should be hers what she did flatt'ring Virtues Should bless to all Posterities Her Air Should give us Life Her Earth and Water feed us And last to none but to the Emp'ror And then but when she pleas'd to have it so She should be held a Mortal Lycin. And she heard you Chy. Yes as a sick man hears a Noise or he That stands condemn'd his Judgment Well if there can be Virtue if that Name Be any thing but Name and empty Title If it be so as Fools are us'd to feign it A Power that can preserve us after Death And make the Names of Men out-reckon Ages This Woman has a God of Virtue in her Bal. I would the Emperor were that God Chy. She has in her All the Contempt of Glory and vain seeming Of all the Stoicks All the Truth of Christians And all their Constancy Modesty was made When she was first intended When she blushes It is the holiest thing to look upon The purest Temple of her Sex that ever Made Nature a blest Founder If she were any way inclining To Ease or Pleasure or affected Glory Proud to be seen or worshipp'd 't were a Venture But on my Soul she is chaster than cold Camphire Bal. I think so too For all the ways of Woman Like a full sail she bears against I askt her After my many Offers walking with her And her many down Denials How If the Emperor grown mad with Love should force her She pointed to a Lucrece that hung by And with an angry Look that from her Eyes Shot Vestal Fire against me she departed Pro. This is the first Woman I was ever pos'd in Yet I have brought young loving things together This two and thirty Year Chyl I find by this fair Lady The Calling of a Bawd to be a strange A wise and subtle Calling And for none But staid discreet and understanding People And as the Tutor to great Alexander VVould say A young man should not dare to read His Moral Books till after five and twenty So must that He or She that will be Bawdy I mean discreetly Bawdy and be trusted If they will rise and gain Experience VVell steept in Years and Discipline begin it I take it 't is no Boys Play Bal. VVhat 's to be thought of Proc. The Emperor must know it Lycin. If