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The sacrifice a tragedy / by the Honorable Sir Francis Fane.
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Fane, Francis, Sir, d. 1689?
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beg the Friendship of the fair Irene Tam. Now you revive me Madam all my Sorrows Vanish like Dreams or like the gloomy Shades They steal away insensibly from Day-light And unperceiv'd like well-bred Courtiers slide Out of their Prince's Presence Oh how my Heart 's Enlarg'd the spacious Room left open For Airy lightsome thoughts there 's nothing lest That can disturb my Peace Strike off her Chains And bring her to the Empress Ax. The Gods Forbid What give her Sacred Life Into the Hands of one that Vows her Death â—â—ust not to cover'd Flames nor Furies reconcil'd Tam. Ha! hold a little To the Guards Desp. Am I suspected Then my Faith 's discharg'd And my Revenge chain'd up by unjust Pity Breaks loose again my darling dear Revenge And rages for its Prey Perform your Vow Great Sir. Ax. Oh hear a little May you not accept A meaner Offering for this mighty Princess As Deities of old took worthless Brutes To save Heroic Lives and give the Emperor A full discharge of his rash Vow Desp. If either of you dye Heav'n be my Witness I freely clear the Emperor of his Vow The other dyes of Grief by course Aside Ax. One Life to save a better 't is no Crime But an exchange to the advantage of All the surviving World Then thus Sir I absolve you Stabs himself Guard her dear Life or let just Vengeance shake Your Guilty Throne Tam. Oh desperate Fondness Ire Oh Heav'ns Irene swoons Tam. and Ragal run to her Tam. What ails Irene Ire Nothing but Dying Rag. Sure'tis not Grief alone I fear she 's Poyson'd By some corrupted Servant and I've heard Some mutt'ring on 't Tam. Hast thou indeed Rag. But here I have a Cordial-Antidote will expel Both Grief and Poyson too Tam. Give it her quickly Ragal gives it her Ha! She revives Rag. to Desp. But she 'l as soon relapse I 've poyson'd her without that State and Pomp Which I knew wou'd not take Desp. What needed that rash hast Rag. Ha! She relents and longs to be our Soveraign But I 'll secure her For fear of squeamish penitential Tales Then say 't was Justice for my murder'd Friend Goes to Ax. embraces him Ah my poor dying Friend dear fellow Soldier Have we out-liv'd all dangers from our Foes To dy thus tamely Sir can you bear these wrongs Just Heav'ns I cannot False Murdress Stabs Despina Desp. What thou Ragalzan Oh thou double Traytorâ— Didst not thou blow the Coals of my revenge Accuse them all of Bajazets Destruction Tam. Guards seize the Villain Rag. Can you believe her Sir She spits her Venom now she 's trod upon Tam. Hold me up Crantor I am faint with Sorrow Desp. I and with Poyson too Here was the Dagger kept To Vindicate my wrongs upon thy Daughter Whom now Ragalzan poyson'd Thou hast not many minutes left to live Nor I to tell thee how Dyes Tam. Blest be the hand that did it hadst thou spar'd One Life more precious than my own thou might'st Have bustled with the briskest Female Saints For place in Glory Ire Oh generous Soul Oh my belov'd Axalla Kneeling by him Oh tell thy poor Irene why thou wast So kindly cruel to thy self and me Ax. Live Princess Live live to thy Father's Joy The Empire 's quiet and the Ages Glory Oh live to teach the World more Innocence And let this Wretch expire who might have stay'd T' have lov'd you longer not have serv'd you better Dyes Ire What wou'dst thou have me live an Age of Sorrows When the first Moment of thy Fate has kill'd me I â—aint a pace Kind Heav'n has hear'd my Prayers Oh I come after thee nothing on Earth shall stop me Two Angels are my Bridemen Saints my Singers The Clouds my Chariot and the Skies my Shrine Where I for ever will join hands with thine Oh! 't is too much to have both Heav'n and Thee Dyes Tam. She 's gone the sweetest Saint Heav'n ever shin'd with Guards bear the guilty Wretch to Death and Torture Rag. Bear me in Triumph Guards I 've won the day And dye a greater Conqueror than thy self Most mighty Tamerlane thou and my lesser Foes About my Feet Tam. Away with the vile Traytor Ex. with Rag. He urg'd my Patience now I 'll dye in Peace Oh now I 'm safe Now the kind Poyson comes To end the Quarrel betwixt Love and Honor To satisfie my Friends secure my Fame You Gods that make unchangeable Decrees And lead Mankind in strong but unseen Lines If you assume us hence to nobler Seats Receive me quickly with a generous Freedom For no man's Works deserve so great Rewards The powers we have come from you And what Thanks Can they deserve who only pay what 's lent And have no power to Cheat Perhaps you scorn The beggarly return of Benefits Like Trafficking Mankind If these be your Resolves My hopes I Anchor on his generous Doctrine Whose Sepulcher in Iewry I paid Vows to Who gives Rewards yet Suffer'd to obtain'em And now I find voluptuous death steal on me And I begin to dream before I sleep Green Meadows Silver Streams and warbling Winds All the whole Sky a Rainbow Lovely Sight Who wou'd not dye for this Now I 'm i' th' Dark And there I leave thee World just as I ever found thee Dyeâ— FINIS Books Printed for John Weld c. THe Lives of Illustrious Men written in Latine by Cornelius Nepos and done into English by several Hands The Second Edition in 8â— 2. A Discourse of Wit shewing what 's meant by that which Men usually call so with its Causes different sorts and great abuses thereof also a Character of a Pretender to Wit with Choice Instructions for the attaining the Ingenious Art of Translating By D. A. M. D. in 12â— 3 There 's lately publish'd by Dr. Horneck a seasonable Discourse shewing the great necessity of applying our selves betimes to the serious practice of Religion very useful especially at this time to re-call both young and old from the Errors of their ways in 12â— price I s.