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The ladies priviledge As it was acted with good allowance at the Cock-pit in Drury-lane, and before their Majesties at White-Hall twice. By their Maiesties Servants. The author Henry Glapthorne.
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Glapthorne, Henry.
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of Strength sufficient to contayne My big swolne heart My Lords behold a creature So infinitely wretched I deserve not The meanest shew of pitty who have like A silly merchant trifled away a jemme The darling of the quarry lost a love By my too foolish nicenesse to regaine Whose forfeiture I would lay downe my life But he is gone for ever and I left A pittious spectacle for the reproach And scorne of wiser women Eur. Is this possible Was all her passion to Vitelli feign'd My hopes recover life agen Tri. Why Chrisea Whence springs this passionate fury Chri. Oh my Lord When you shall heare it you will sigh for me And shed a charitable teare at thought Of my unkinde disaster sir my Justice Cannot accuse your constancy which stood In the first tryall of your love as fast And spotlesse as an Alablaster rocke That had it but persisted in that height Of honourable loyalty your glory Had been advanc'd to heaven as the fix't starre To guid all lovers through the rough Seas of affection Uit. This taxation Cannot be just from you who did enforce The sad revolt upon him Dor. Is there in heaven no friendly Boult left that will strike this frame into The center and set free a wretch So overgrowne with misery from life That death would be a comfort above health Or any worldly blessing may time blot my name out Of his Booke that such a Prodigy May not affright succession nor sticke Like an orespreading Leprosie upon The beautious face of manhood Chri. Oh my Lord each griefe of which Y' are sensible is mine and not your Torment every sigh you breath is an Afflicting motion expir'd by my vext Spirit and if you could weepe each drop Would be my blood who am the spring Of the whole flood of sorrow oh forgive The too exceeding honor of my love I would Have had you for your perfect truth so glorious Your loyalty should not for Preservation of your fame have needed To adopt a statue for its heire or builded a Monumentall pyramid but love Is ofttimes loves undoing Tri. This is such A cunning labyrinth of Sorrow that no clew Can lead them out of Dor. It would be A great affront to misery should there live A person halfe so wretched to out-dare The strength of my affliction me thinkes I me like some aged mountaine that has stood In the seas watry bosome thousand shocks Of threatning tempests yet by th' flattering waves That cling and curle about his stony limbes Is undermind and ruind I have scap'd Warres killing dangers and by peacefull love Suffer a strange subversion Oh Chrisea While I have reason left that can distinguish Things with a coole and undistracted sence Let 's argue mildly the unhappy cause Of our undoings Eur. Truely sister 'T was a suspicious rashnesse I could wish You never had attempted Chri. My Lord Humane condition alwaies censures things By their event my aimes have had successe So strangely haplesse that will blast the truth Of their intentions purity I never Harbor'd the least suspicion of your faith Which I did strive to perfect by the test As richest gold refind and purg'd From drosse of other baser metals and besides The triall of your constancy I meant To sound Vitellies depth upon whose love My sister doted so that I was loath To see her cast the treasure of her heart Upon a stranger of whose constancy She had too small assurance Tri. Gentle Cosen Your good intents encounter'd bad successe But I ad mire since you must needs have notice Of his disaster that the law would passe Upon his life you did not to prevent All other virgin intercessors haste To pay the early tribute of your love Chri. My wretched fate With a too quicke prevention has orethrowne The justnesse of my purpose I relyed so much upon his noblenesse I thought The ugly horror of a thousand deaths Could not have mov'd his temper and besides Knowing his mighty courage I permitted The law proceed upon him that hereafter He might be sure no merit can appeare Offended justice otherwise I could Easily have stop'd this mischiefe Enter Bonivet Tri. How Chrisea I understand you not Chri. Lady to quit all scruple that I doe not wish Yours and your Lords succeeding happinesse I le offer Something as an oblation that shall ad de Peace to your nuptiall garland see my Lord My Cosen Bonivet lives Tri. Lives Lactantio did not you informe us That he was dead and you had caus'd his body To be prepar'd for funerall which occasioned The Generalls suddaine tryall because our custome Does not permit the corpes to be entomb'd Before the murderer have his sentence sir you shall know What t is to mocke the state thus Lact. Good my Lord Heare but my just excuse I am so much the faire Chriseas beauty 's by such ties Oblig'd to serve her that I choose to hazzard The anger of the state ere her displeasure And doe submit me to your gracious censure Chri. I must confirm 't Sir it was I who caus'd him to conceale My Cosen Bonivet for the causes which I did declare before and now my selfe Having receiv'd a satisfying proofe Of his affection came resolv'd to cleare These misty errors but my cruell fate Has like a suddaine storme which has beate downe A goodly field of standing Corne even ripe For the laborious sickle crush'd my hopes In one sad minute into nothing Sab. My Lord I owe Such an obedient duty to your peace That though my heart does wish to waite on yours For ever since I see betwixt this Lady And you such firme apparences of love If the law please to allow it I resigne My interest to her and be fortunate To see you two live happy Vit. Since the marriage Has not arriv'd to consummating act I doe beleeve this may be done Tri. Doe not delude Your favour with vaine hopes the law cannot Dispense with the strict Cannon t is impossible You should be separated Dor. This happinesse Was too extreamely good to be confirm'd To such a wretch as I am I am like One that did dreame of a huge masse of wealth And catching at it grasp'd the fleeting ayre And waking grieves at the delusion Sab. Sir resume your antient quiet the formall Love shall not oppose your peace I le disanull The marriage easily and most noble Lord Pardon your humble servant Dor. Sure this is Some apparition to confirme my faith Speake art thou my Sabelli Vit. Yes t is he fate would not suffer two such Noble soules to be so disunited gentle boy Thy duty to thy Master will continue Thy name in story as the great example Of loyalty in servants Sab. 'T was the zeale I ought in duty to my Mrs. life Hath put me on the attempt which if he pardon I 'me fully satisfied Dor. My joyes does with a suddain extasie oppresse My fraile mortality and I should sinke Wert not for my supporters my Sabelli Thou hast restor'd two lovers to their blisse Whose gratitude shall pay to thy desert The tribute of their hearts Deare Madam now I hope your scrupulous doubts will remaine free From any new suspition Chri. Since I have scap'd the danger past beleeve I le avoyd The like hereafter my Lord please you confirme My choyse and let my sister be dispos'd To good Vitelli he deserves her Tri. Your wishes are fulfild Cosen Bonivet welcome to life Agen you and the Generall must be friends Dor. Your goodnesse will pardon my misfortune Bon. And desire to be esteem'd your servant Enter Frangipan Fran. With your leave gentlemen Madam I have such newes to tell you as will tickle your understanding to beleeve the Generall is married and more Signior Doria Lord Bonivet lives That 's lucky newes for you Dor. He 's here good Signior Frangipan Fran. My newes has ever the worst lucke I must resolve to leave it off Ador. But sir J have some suddaine newes to tell you The thousand Ducats you contracted to pay me When you could understand the French as perfectly As my selfe by all these Lords indifferent judgement is Due on this very minute Fran. This is newes indeed you do not mean to make a gul of me a figo for a thousand Ducats as J am a gentleman I know not French for any thing not for an Asse good your grace let mee not be abus'd Cor. 'T was I my Lord who made the bargaine with him The mony is not due untill my Cozen Have French as perfect as himselfe Dor. He has I le beare him witnesse for Adorni Speakes not one true French word Fran. How not one true French Word Ador. No not a word you must disburse Fran. Tutor I le tell you newes You made a foole of mee I could abuse him horribly If I durst for feare of beating Ador. My Lord If he will undertake warres I le quit my bargayne Fran. I le pay it trible first the name of warre Has brought an age on me Tri. You two agree that Cozens I rejoyce To see this happy period of your loves Let 's backe unto the Temple that the Priest May by his sacred power unite your hearts Lead to the Temple Exeunt The Epilogue Frangipan GEntlemen I le tell you Newes the Play is done And he that writ it betwixt hope and Feare Stands pensive in the Tyring-house to heare Your Censures of his Play Good Gentlemen Let it be kind or otherwise his Pen Will write but dully for he needs must lacke If you disprayse't the quickning Spirit of Sacke To inflame his Genius which you 'le ever find Devoted to you if your Votes be kind FINIS