in the Field Amav I 'le meet you there And Sir to merit what this grace imparts I 'le practice deaths upon your Subjects hearts Deep in the Tartars blood I 'le dye my Sword To mak 't a Weapon fit t'attacque their Lord. Zung. But Generous Enemy Something I feel so Sacred at thy sight That-makes me wish I might avoyd this Fight But if we must for mine and thine own sake Be Death far distant from the Wounds I make All hostile Rage must at that Scene lye by I 'de Conquer with a bloodless Victory Embraces him again The Magick works afresh Enchanter hence I feel such changes in my startled sense As tell me I have talk'd too long What strange Miraculous influence has made this change If supernatural pow'r this terrour draws And he 's Some Tutelar Saint that aid's the Chinan Cause For less can't make me shake If in that form Some Divine pow'r has humane likeness worne If he has ought of Charm or aide of Gods To guard him when we meet he has the Odds. To match my Arm with his He must lend mine Divinity or must his own resigne Aside Vang So nigh approach and so long conference Has half recover'd his enlightned sense Retire whilst you are safe To Amav Am. I 'm gone How ill Great Prince am I thy Challenger I will In Arms and if I can in Glory shine I 'le aim my Vengeance 'gainst all hearts but Thine Vang For what then did you Challenge him Am. To try his Courage and his Gallantry The only merit that can Conquer Me And I 've my wish A General and yield T' expose his Royal Person in the Field Singly against a private unknown hand Such Gallantry I can't enough admire My King and Country's Cause my Sword require But by a former and more pow'rful tye My Soul adores my Countrys Enemy I Love Zungteus and with secret joy Admire that hand which China does destroy Exeunt Amav Vang Manent only Zungteus and Palexus Zung. When Peace the prop of sluggish Kings secuâ—'d The Chinan Empire from the Tartars Sword And Heaven did by that Charm this Crown support I went a Guest to the Taymingian Court And in the Chinan Empire spent those years Where Child wears â—ut and growing Man appears When I felt somthing in my heart take seat Which wrote in my enlivned blood Be Great There I first thought the heir t'an Empire bound T' have his hand active ere his head were Crown'd And Chanquincungus his Rebellion first Taught me in blood to satisfie that thirst Thus Tartary does the less Title claim That but to me gave Birth but China to my Fame Now by a Turn of State their Foes I head My Vallour now to their destruction led Does prey upon that Empire where 't was bred Palex. Revenge and Justice for their Ruine speak No Tyes so strong but Injuries can break Zung. But Oh me-thinks an inward Voyce I hear Forbare bold man thou hast a Princess there My Amavanga does a Crown enjoy Within that Empire which my Armes destroy Gods Was your World so Barren that it cou'd Affoâ—d my Armes no better scene of blood But where my sury must my Saint dethrone Palex. Your Vengeance aims at the Imperial Crown And though her Province in this Empire lye War points out what shall Live as well as Dye Zung. How vainly you mistake you know her pow'r Is borrow'd from the Chinan Emperour The Patron and Protector of her Seat Since then my fury does his Ruine threat Her Interest is to his 〈◊〉 Wedd The limbs of Empire suffer in the Head A Sacred horrour does my sense awake And bids me be less bloody for her sake Kind Messenger of Heaven thou art obey'd I 'le instantly to my great Father plead Th' injustice of his Arms till his Rage cease And he return in a Triumphant Peace Pal. Consider Sir before this Pause is made Your Ancestors here basely were betray'd And Ruine in all forms is but too small To purge th' infected aire where Monarchs fall Zung. Had China Crimes More loud than Heav'n durst hear or Hell durst own Her Pretence would a Kingdoms sins Atone Palex. What though her pretence does this Empire bless She by your Arms will greater grow not less The more your Victories in China spread You win but Crowns to plant them on Her head Zung. But how if she should this occasion choose And her own person to the War expose Remember when the Scene of Civil War Was in her Fathers Kingdom layd how far Her Courage led her in a Masc'line shape She from her Father's Court made an Escape Amongst the thickest dangers still she flew Aâ—d Honours reap'd where they were great and new Her own disguise could not her Glory's shroud Fighting she spoke in Thunder from her Cloud And when the Conquering Chanquincungus stood On her dead Brothers Neck his yet warm blood She at one stroke Reveng'd and at one blow A Rebel and his Army did overthrow By her his life the Vanquish't Conq'rour lost A Victim to her Brothers new-made Ghost Palex. All this I know Zung. And think you there are Charms In Conq'ring Rebels more than bearing Arms 'Gainst an Invading Enemy whose Sword Her Countrys Bowels has so deeply goar'd So great a Courage and a Cause so great I 'm too certain will infuse that heat As must be quench't with Blood and what e're veile Her disguis'd Sex and beauty does conceal She 'le be i' th Battel nay she is she must be there Who knows then but wild Chance in heat of War May make my hand my Mrs. Murderer Rather than so I 'le take this Nobler way I 'le strait my Fathers Orders disobey Renounce my Conquest and remove the War And for her sake a sinking Empire spare Palex. Shall one rash act shame all your past Renown Zung. What are the spoyls of VVar Fame or a Crown Compar'd with her fair Eyes I 'le fight no more Our Swords ill strike at what our Hearts adore The famous Gyants that with â—ove made War Had ne're storm'd Heaven had they paid homage there Palex. In these Resolves your Father you betray And in that act from Natures bonds you stray Zung. A stronger force weak Natures pow'r controles Nature makes tyes of Blood but Love of Souls Palex. In this unmanly and so mean design From Duty and from Honour you decline And she for Virtue has a Zeal so great You 'r lost should you but think of a Retreat If out of Honours paths one step you move She 'le hate you and abhor your worthless Love If o're her heart you would Victorious grow You must fight on her Bleeding Countrys Foe Zung. If then through Blood I must my Mrs. win Fâ—te and Necessity take off the Sin Like Providence I can act nothing ill Insallible cause 't is my Princess will If nought can châ—rm her breast but Fight and Wars I 'le tear Their heaâ—ts out to secure me Hers. And that her Love
And that his Arm Lycungus may defeat That he may safely Rise into my Seat T' assist him I 'le Conjure the Higher Pow'rs And choose the Gods for my Executors To see the true Performance of my Will And by his Arm my Just Revenge fulfill Leg. Nobly Reâ—olv'd A Monarch should bestow His Empire rather on a Forreign Foe Than on a Traytor Treason has more Guilt Than aâ—l the Blood that 's by Invasion spilt Usurpers basely do a Throne Assail Invaders win the Crowns Usurpers steal King This as my Last Memorial I will leave Which th' abus'd World may fully undeceive They all fall on their Swords And shew on what just score these Strokes are given Which thus convey our Enlarg'd Souls to Heaven Which of the Gods soe'r thou art whose Ears Devoted are to Dying Monarch's Prayers Grant in my Second Reign I may Enjoy Such secure Peace as Treason can't destroy And to my Soul such Entertainment shew As may express what I have been below Dy Omâ—es Enter Lycungus attended Lyc. By a Voluntary Death my Arm Repell'd I but pronounc'd the Doom and my Breath Kill'd See there the Trophies of a Mighty Name My Lightning blasted ere my Thunder came What 's here his Last Memorial writ in Blood His Empire on the Tartar King bestow'd Flings down the Paper A Prety Legacy King now you are gone to Heaven were I as you I 'd be bequeathing Constellations too No King they who of Crowns Possession give To seal those Deeds must ask their Tenants leave Atten. But in their Death 's their Courage they declare Lyc. So are all Cowards Valiant in Despair No China's Crown has 'till my Reign been worn By Lazy Kings with Female Spirits born Guarded by Eunuch's bred in Palaces Nurtur'd in Lusts the Progeny of Peace But now 's the time Fate grants the High Command Of this Great Empire to a Martial Hand And to confirm my Interest with Heaven The Gods to my Just Cause success have given Th' Old Tartar's Dead and the Proud Boy shall see The Father's Fate is the Son's Destiny Enter Three Soldiers forcing in the Chief Villain Lycungus his Confident 1 Sold. Sir I have seiz'd this Vâ—llain From his Hand Releas'd Quitazo has his Freedom gain'd And for Protection to the Tartar fled Resolves to lead their Army gainst your Head Vil. All that this Fool would say's I 've took Bribes twice He bought his Life and he out-bid your price For Gold 't was I betray'd him and for Gold I have Releas'd him Lyc. Is the Slave so bold To Triumph in that Crime his Life must cost Vil. I scorn my Life because I know 't is lost Lyc. Kill him Vil. Death I expect and 't is my due Were your Case mine I so betray'd by you I 'd cut your Throat for half so much I know No Fault but wanting Wit t' avoid the blow Lyc. Hence with him and let out his forfeit Blood Vil. This comes of Villains when they 'l needs be good Quitazo's Rescue was the first good Deed I e'r Committed and Fate has Decreed It should be th'last Curse on my Vertue Well Could I my doom this fatal hour Repel I 'd take more care and th' angry Fates defy For ere being dam'n'd again by Honesty Exit guarded Enter a Messenger Mess. A party of some desperate Tartars led By Prince Quitazo fighting in their Head Advance this way Lyc. Let him come on Those Empires happy are Whose Monarchs dare defend the Crowns they wear After a sound of Trumpets Enter Quitazo and Tartars Quit. Now Monster to your Tortur'd Soul recall Thy proud Ambition and this Empires fall And with these Thoughts to thy remembrance bring My Ravish'd Mistress and thy Murder'd King Spight of thy Treasons heaven ha's had this care To save me for thy Executioner Thou from my hand shalt thus much honour'd be Both to be Kill'd and to be Damn'd by me Lyc. You by your Punishment shall understand Kings are not Conquer'd by so mean a hand They fight with Quitazo's Party after a hot dispute Quitazo is surounded and is taken prisoner Lyc. Pursue the fight Compleat my Victory Quitazo's Veins have Blood enough for me Now I 'le Requite your kindness as I ought See the Disguis'd Alcinda hither brought Quit. Though I am by your Numbers Over-borne Yet in your Chains your Pow'r and Pride I scorne Mean Coward I am by Treachery O'rethrown You gain'd your Conquest as you did your Crown Lyc. I never Sir receiv'd such Language yet But made that Breath his last that Utter'd it Quit. Rebel My Courage is not taught so ill But I dare dy as badly as you kill The only fault I in my death can find Is that my Shorten'd Arm leaves thee behind Lyc. Do not Repine at dying without me Enter Alcinda guarded See there You shall have better Company Quit. Alcinda Lyc. Yes this favour shall be given To introduce you wheâ— you dy to Heaven I 'le be so kind to let her Soul mount first With your drawn Swords let her Soft breast be pierc'd Then Quit. Savage Infidel can you believe That there are Gods and such a sentence give Lyc. I will find out a Nobler Death for thee Thou with thy Mistress Blood shalt poison'd be When you Alcinda's Sentence have dispatch'd Of her hot Blood let a â—ull draught be Catch'd Then let that Bloody drench mixt with the worst Of Poysons down this Traytor 's Throat be forc'd Then whil'st the Poyson 's Tortures do begin And on his burning Entralls feed within His flesh without from his rack'd body tear And every wound with burning Irons Sear Quit. Search all the Registers of Hell and find Ten thousand tortures more and Crueller And Let them all be for my Death design'â— Spare but her life and let my blood save heâ— Lyc. Fond fool to Save her life in vain you strive Your Treason Murders her Quit. Let her but Live I 'le call you kind I 'le call you any thing My Friend my Patron nay and more my King Lyc. No more she Dyes Quit. How can I expiate This Crime that with my own pull down thy fate Alc. No should you Dye without me you would force Cur long-united Souls to a divorse When you my Happâ—ness on Earth are gone â— would be a Pâ—nishment to Live alone Accept my Thanks great Sir that you 've Decreed Alcinda shall with her Quitazo Bleed Make haste then and be Courteous in the Deed. Since your Eyes only the rough wounds have seen Of fighting men in Wars and Battels slain My softer Veins may better please your Eye A Virgins Blood will be a Novelty Lic Make hast the Execution moves too slow Quit. May Heaven Revenge what I want Arms to do And when just Fate thy Murder shall decree May'st thou meet Executioners like Thee Lyc. Make hast shew your Allegeance by your Speed Quit. Must I then tamely see my Mâ—stris Bleed Gets loose from the Guards but is seiz'd again Enter a Messenger Mess.
Fate or yours 'twixt two brave hands The Ballance of this mighty Empire stands Am. Zungteus Oh the Gods what have I done The only man whom I in Arms would shun O'retake the Herauld in his hasty flight And bid him tell the King I will not Fight Vang Not Fight Am. Not with Zungteus call him back Vang No stay Am. How Vang Love Commands what Honour can't obey Would you a generous King so ill requite And check that Fame which takes so high a flight Am. Oh thou rash Honour whose too eager Zeal Made me t' a Contract not look't o're set Sâ—al Honour a frantick Lust in Souls sublime Of leaping o're what Prudence stays to climb The King I hope by this time understands That my fierce Answer came from feeble hands And will conclude from my too brisk reply I talk too much to fit a part so high Vang Your quick acceptance merits his applause T' have askt your Foe e're you embrac'd the Cause That were t' have those where safely you might strike Great Valour weighs all Enemies alike You in your swift Compliance have exprest Such Gallantry the King will trust the rest His Confidence no further tryal needs He builds his Faith upon your former Deeds Am. If in my former Deeds I 'm so much blest My Fame and I may now sit down and rest And since I have so many Lawrels wore Tell him I 'm modest and will win no more Vang In this Retreat you would your Fame deface And shew you had begun a glorious Race But wanted Courage to pursue the Chase Am. I 'le tell him I 'm a Woman and resign To a manly hand which is too great for mine Vang You ought great deeds the rather to pursue As from a Woman they 're more rare and new Am. I 'le tell him I 'm a Lover Vang That Excuse A dangerous suspition would produce Both of your Courage and Allegiance too To own a Love for China's mortal Foe Would sound but harshly to the Emperours Ear. As if your private fancy you prefer Before your Countreys Cause 'T is a less blot To be an ill Lover than bad Patriot Am. I 'le tell him then I am Vang A Coward Am. How Vang If your fond thoughts to this tame faintness bow Your honour all is at one blast expir'd They 'l say e're half your Race was run you tyr'd And 't is far less ignoble not to have Been ever fam'd then not continue brave Am. A Coward Who but appeaâ—'s a Coward though abused Is sentenc'd in his being but accused The Name 's almost as heinous as the guilt That Title ruines all my Honour built And if my shrinking thoughts too lowly move I 'm impudent if I pretend to Love Coward and Lover are of different kind Love 's the most daring passion of the mind 'T is a Majestiâ—k and a Royal Guest And scornes to Lodge in an unhallow'd breast Whom Cowardise insects Love's fire ne'r felt It is the droâ—s of Souls and cannot melt I 'le meet him then and do my self this Right I 'le shew that I can Love 'cause I dare Fight Since I admire a Man so high in Fame I 'le keep up Glory to support my flame Exeunt SCENE the Third Enter Lycungus and Orunda Orund. Quitazo false My greatness and my Love despis'd and his Pâ—fidious heart the fair Alcinda's prize Lyc. Their setled Loves Ambition cannot shake Nor all the assaults that Pow'r or Death can make Orund. Oh my hà rd fortune Born so near a Crown And carry no more Thunder in my Frown False and dim Lights boast your faint Charms no more And feeble greatness thy faln State deplore pointing to her Eyes Weak Majesty and weaker Beauty too A heart I cannot shake I cannot bow None but thy Ruine shall my Rage appease No storms like those which injur'd Lovers raise Poor and Effeminate Revenge stand by No common furies can my Gall supply Is going Rivals best pleasure Rivals when they dye Lyc. Stay Injur'd Princess though in you just Heav'n To the World Copies of it self ha's given Should all adore you Gods were then too kind And have For you more homage than themselves design'd Beauty like Heav'n so large a sway ne'r bears To make all men Religious worshippers Let my devotion Expiate his Crimes Let me adore what his disdain Blasphemes Orund. How Sir Dares your aspiring fancy rove So high t' assault my Ear attempt my Love My kindness to Quitazo so soon cold Were his heart guarded more than Misers gold Or fighting Monarchs Crowns his Breast more Steel Than Lightning e'r would melt yet he shall feel The fierce Attaque my mighty power shall make But if Love Rage Fate and Death's powr's too weak If after all I cannot overcome But by her Murder and his Martyrdome Were his Ingratitude greater than 't is Yet still I scorn all other Love but his Exit Lyc. Well what my slighted passion cannot do That end I by Ambition will pursue In sluggish Breasts Love's idle frenzy rules Ambition is the Lust of all great Souls The Scene opens and discovers the King of China on a Throne Orunda by him Orund. Justice great Sir on a wrong'd Daughters score From a kind Father I this grace Implore That Justice as a King you can't deny Which lends Heav'n Thunder and you Majesty The flase Quitazo my just right denys He does my Love and your Commands despise And pays his homage to Alcinda's Eyes Lycun Whatsoever doom your Justice shall decree She is secured and waits her destiny King Is Insolence so high and King so low That to my will his Pride disdains to bow My Power by a Mortal and a Subject dar'd Kings and out-live that minute we are fear'd Crafty Quitazo does my Army lead That shelter for a while protects his Head But for his guilt to their quick Graves I 'le send All that but call him Brother Son or Friend I 'le punish his Affront on his whole Race And from Man-kind his hated Name deface Alcindâ—'s Blood first Expiates her sin Her strangled Pride shall the first Scene begin And to confirm my Rage I 'le pluck out all Their Eyes that shed a Tear to see her fall Whispers to one of his Attendants Exit Orund. This is too much So many Bleed How high Does th'anger of Affronted Monarchs flye Whole Famâ—lies destâ—oy'd his Rage so loud Her Murder will be lost in such a Croud Lyc. But in that Croud your hated Rival dyes Orund. Yes to his Rage not mine a Sacrifice Enter Alcinda puâ—sned by Mutes who entring kneels to the King Alc. Of your displeasure what can be the cause â— am too young to break Imperial Lawâ— King Why tardy Slaves this insolent delay Tâ—ke her and strangle her Orund. No great Sir stay Revenge and Justice in this Cause are mine And though my thoughts no mercy do design My Anger 's yet too cold to see her fall To my Remembrance first his scorn I 'le call Then sound her
News no sooner told Doe's she her Life from my high Bounty hold Did I permit her Love nay and command it too And can she treacherously her Love pursue I gave her leave to Conquer but not steal Mercy henceforth the Attribute of Hell Hast thou betray'd me Revenge shall in thy Room this Seat Supply Alcinda by Orunda's Hand shall Dye Tell me Lycungus by what means I may My Fury to her Trembling Soul display This Woman in his Fond Embrace Surprize And tear her Heart before her Lovers Eyes Lyc. Should your Hand execute a Criminal's Doom 'T would not your Greatness nor your Sex become That Justice then t' a meaner Hand resign Be yours the Glory let the Toyl be mine Trust it to me Orun. Doe 't then but do it so I may applaud and envy at the Blow Lyc. Whil'st they sit dallying in a Close Embrace I' th Grove an Ambush of Arm'd Men I 'le place Who from his Arms his amorous Prey shall snatch And down her Throat a pois'nous Draught dispatch To summon out her Soul to that low'r Shade Where Wrongs of injur'd Majesty are paid Orun. See instantly the Fatal Draught prepar'd And-take a Princess thanks for a Reward Exit Lyc. Ye Gods of China if you are such tame And inoffensive things as our Priests frame Whose Pious Eares and Eyes and tender Sense Delights in nought but Good and Innocence Draw back your Sun and vele your selves in night I shall Act Deeds which all weak Eyes will fright But if the Nature of your God Heads be Couragious savage feirce and bold like me Heav'n wear no Clouds and Gods take a fulâ— view Look and Admire at what my Hand dares doe Exit Re-enter Orunda Orun. Poyson'd and I not there Though Modesty T' a Female Hand that Vengeance do's deny In a Disguise I 'le meet 'em in the Grove Spectatour to this Horrid Scene of Love And if the weaker Potion can't suffice I will make up the Poyson from my Eyes Exit Enter Quitazo and Alcinda What angry Murmur do's disturb your Mind To blame a Fate so Glorious and so Kind Rais'd to an Empire and a Princess Arms Beyond the Reach of my more Humble Charms What sawcy Trouble dares Create your Frown Can Sighs or Sorrow dwell so neer a Crown Quit. Do not so Cruelly my Misfortunes treat Who owe my Ruine to my being Great Though a King's Heir and Empire's Favourite I am not brighter for such Rays of Light I 'm darkned by the Lustre I have won As Moores are Black by being too near the Sun But do not fear that Seat your Power secur's His Empire Madam shall not Ruine yours My heart shall wear no Chain 's but what you gave Kings may our Bodies not our Souls Enslave Alcin. Boast not that Constancy your Soul will keep For when Quitazo in her Arms shall sleep You nor your Dreams so kind will scarcely prove To loose one Thought on my forgotten Love Though me poor me you with unkindness kill Yet my good Wishes wait upon you still And when In her high Arms I veiw you from a far A Princess Husband and an Empires Heir Iâ—le Mourn to quit you but be Proud to see You Happy though for ever lost to me Quit. Why did you suffer me to go when I With Tears implor'd your leave to stay and dy Let Law and King have done the worst they cou'd It had been juster t' have expos'd my Blood Than but the hazard of your Loss have stood Alcin. Talk not of Death the Death of my Dear Lord. Oh 't is halfe dying but to hear the Word I love your Life so well that Sir you know To save your Life 't was I that bid you go I knew at worst 't would a less Torture be To see you live for her than dye for me Besides all Women choose not with one voice She in that number might have mist my Choice But Oh! she saw you in a Fatal Hour And since your Love or Life 's not in my Power Dear Sir choose Life Do not my Victime fall Be she and her Crown yours they must they shall I beg you 'd live Quit. Ah Madam and can you Command me to be false Alcin. Yes Sir I do Owe her your Life Live hers and happy Reign I bid you doe 't as much as e're I can Quit. I rather will the utmost hazard Run Than yield to be by Loyalty undone No for my Constancy this way I 'le choose This Day he must his Empire save or loose If Fate as ye kind Pow'rs I hope it will On his just cause and his great Champion smile His Peace recover'd my Commâ—ssion dyes And when I have no further Services T' oblige my Country or defend my King Then Conqu'â—ing Beauty shall it's Triumph Sing Retir'd from Court wee 'l to some Cell remove And what we loose in Greatness gain in Love But if which Heav'n forbid he is O'rthrown Then I more Safely may my passion own And stand his Anger when his Thunder 's gon Alcin. If you prove true a Work I fear too hard Your Faith I shall admire and Heav'n Reward But if the Love which once to me you gave Must in her Kind Embraces find a Grave I 'le borrow Life enough on Earth to stay Till I have seen your Fatal Nuptial Day And at that Minute when the Sacred Rite My title Cancell'd do's your Hands unite What I want Breath to speak my Looks shall tell And take Of your departing Love a long Fare-well Then if my Heart Be not quite broke to your Bed-side I 'le come And wait on your dead Kindness to it's Tomb. Then from my Rival I 'le this favour win Which both of you may grant without a Sin I will sleep by you but ne'r wake agin I Love so well I can your Crime forgive But Love too well that pardon to Out-live But lest my Ghastly Looks When I am dead should your New Mistress fright And Rob you of one Minute of Delight I 'le dress my Brow so gay I 'le Death beguile Breath out my Soul expiring in a Smile Quit. Oh my dear Princess if my King Decree I must his Son or else his Martyr be Iâ—will my self but not my Love resign I 'le Set in Glory where I cannot Shine And Fate so Charming but what Bliss more High Is'â— to live yours if 't is so great to dye Exeunt The Fourth ACT. Scene the First Enter Amavanga and Vangona Amav WHy has hard Fate so strange a Subject chose To Make two Lovers meet like Mortal Foes I by Zâ—gteus Hand or he by mine Must on this place our dying Breaths Resigne Vang But she whose Hand dares in a Single Fight Maintain her Countries and an Empires Right Deserves the best and bravest of Mankind And though wild Chance him for your Foe design'd The Glory of the Deed takes off the Crime Fighting your Lover you best merit him Am. Well since 't is past Retreat I 'le make this Glorious
Tryal of my Love If Amavanga's Arme Victorious prove My King Reveng'd and China's Peace restor'd I 'le find this Second Subject for my Sword Points to her heart And if it be his Fate to kill I 'le try If after me h' has Love enough to dy Then to the Skyes together we 'l take Flight As Conqu'rours and be Crown'd with Wreaths of Light Since for our Loves the World no Room has giv'n Dying we will Remove the Scene to Heav'n We 'l Shine the brightest Pair that Reign Above No such twin-Stars as those that dy in Love Enter Theinmingus Zungteus Palexus and Tartars on one side King of China Quitazo Licungus and Guards of Chineses on the other side Amavanga Vangona Zungteus and Palexus with drawn Swords advance into the middle of the Stage A Herauld with a large Parchment-Roll at the further end of the Stage faces the Audience Thein In Presence of both Armies Heav'n and youâ— I solemnly my former Oath Renew That at his Victory and our Defeat I from your Empire will in Peace Retreat To all those Articlâ—s contain'd I yield All your Demolish't Citys I 'le rebuild King of China If in this Fight Fate on our Champion frown We 're Tributaries to the Tartar Crown Thein The next thing is it lies in your free Choice To fight with Seconds or without Zung. Your Voice Are you for Seconds Amav Seconds are Men grown Such Cowards that they dare not dy alone Beasts fight in heards and when Men are so Rude To decide Quarrels by a Multitude When snatch't at by so many Hands a way So Savage Honor 's not a Price but Prey Palex. But Sir by Custom and by â—riendship's Laws We plead a Seconds Right in a Friends Cause Am. Such Men true Friendship never understood Who basely with their own mix their Friends Blood Seconds th' Invention of some Coward Hand By Customary Barb'rousness maintain'd Which all Heroick Spirits must disown Who borrow others Courage doubt their own Decrepit Age may with Brisk Seconds fight And Wink and Conquer if their Arms hit right No Sir I beg yours and these Monarchs leave That from our Single Hands they would their Fates receive Zung. Agreed Thein King of China Agreed Thein Draw off and at the Trumpets sound Prepare your Entries first then choose your Ground Am. Sir I request your Promise if I fall To let him give me Private Funeral Pointing to Van. After the Sound of Trumpets they Fight and Amavanga falls The Tartars Shout Am. Draw nearer Sir and know these Closing Eyes ' Twou'â— be unkind to dye in a Disguise Empty of Blood my Veins with Love are fiâ—'d I 'm Charm'd even by that Courage I am kill'd Zung. My Amavanga dead and by my Hand Oh! Envious Gods with fâ—tal Planet Raign'd Ore this Black Day Could any thing but Hate And Scorne to me make you Embrace this Fate To Chuse your Murder from no Hand but this Am. Hold Sir t' accuse now I 'm dying is A Sound too harsh tâ—a breaking Lover's Heart So long a Farewell and unkindly Part Do not Repine at this Unhappy Blow Think what Devotion to my King I owe. Nothing but Loyalty and Honouâ—'s Laws Engag'd me in this Great but Fatal Cause Do not Deplore my Fate it is a Grace too High I 've lost an Empire and deserve to dy My Conscious Soul do's all my stains recount And blush to look on Heav'n where it would mount But if Heav'ns Mercy any Room can spare To let a Worthless Guest inhabit there My Soul shall bear thy Image to the Sky I 'l grasp thee till I reach Eternity And when I 'm there if Love so far can view Look up to me as I 'l look down to you dyes Zung. Her Sacrilegious Murder do's present All Horrours that Distraction can invent Or Tortuâ—'s yeild My stagg'ring Frame 's ill built And takes Convulsions from the Wounds she felâ— Palex. Restrain your Passion Let it ne'r be said You plaid the Lover in an Armies Head Zung. Gods Thein Now by the Justice of our stronger Cause You must submit t' obey your Conqu'rours Laws K. of China What I have sworn I never dare â—ll back Zung. Then Sir that Oath you swore 't is I dare break Be still a Monarch Tears the Articles You shall not shrink thus tamely from a Throne Nor quit one Gemm that sparkles in a Crown Thein How Tâ—aytor Zung. No I 'm China's Mortal Foe But 't is a Debt I to my Honour owe To give him back the forfeit of his Crown And to maintain his and my own Renown I 'le stake my Life and Soul and lend my Sword To Guard that Throne my bounty has restor'd Thein Great Gods what black Offences have I done To find so great a Traytor in a Son The Name of Son he ha's too long possest Direct your Swords at the bold Rebels Brest Zung. First hear me Sir and then my Life I 'le yield To my Disgrace I have a Woman kill'd Alc. A Woman Zung. But it shall never stain my past Renowâ— To say I fought with Women for a Crown I set such Rate on Kings though Enemies That though my mounting Pride at Empire flyes Yet my Ambition ha's this Virtue taught I scorne to wear a Crown so cheaply bought Once more then for my Honour and your own Choose out a Manly Hand to Guard your Throne Choose out a Champion from your Armies Head With him once more my former Cause I 'le plead Let our too Swords renew this great debate And turn the Scale of Empires by our Fate Quit. Sir Let my Hand that glorious Cause decide King of China Quitazo hold that Suite must be deny'd No I have found his Vertue so Sublime I dare not trust my Cause a Second time Zungteus ha's a mind so God-like great And Generous he can no Equal meet When e'r he fights unmatch't he has the Odds Who fights with him makes War against the Gods For sure their Deities must take his side Whose Soul is to their Heav'n so near ally'd I 'le trust my Fate to no more single Hands But bow to what this Conqu'rour Commands Zung. If then you dare not trust a single Sword Be in you Pallace Walls again secur'd The former Truce we made remains this Night And the next Morning's Sun Renews the Fight If through the Camp you doubt in your Retreat Your Person 's safety to the City Gate To You I and my Army shall this Homage pay Your Foes to morrow but your Guards to day Ring of China Brave Conqu'rour Had you of this Days Fate th' Advantage took You from my Hand had China's Scepter struck But they to th' highest Pitch of Conquest Rise Who the Reward of Conquest can despise Exit King of China attended Thein Zungteus Deeds and Glories are above The Payment of a King and Fathers Love I could call back my Youth and wish to be Thy Brother only to act Deeds like thee Manent only Zungteus Palexus
minut's Life wrongs Heav'n and Her Lyc. Yet Sir be patient and your Errour know Pray Sir is not her Name Lycanza Quit. No. Lyc. Oh death I am mistaken in the Face Sir if my Penitence may obtain a Grace Pardon the Injury I never meant For ought I know I have abus'd a Saint And by delusion of my wandring sense Have cast a stain on Virgin Innocence Shame from your sight does the Offender take To blush in private for th' unkind mistake Exit Quit. Death on my blasted hopes too late I find This seeming Innocent Errour was design'd My Love 's suspected and this cursed spy Has work't me to a full discovery My fury in her Cause all doubt removes To right her Honour I 've betray'd our Loves He wrought so subtly on my tenderest part I grew too fierce for Love to think of Art Rage rais'd the Storm and by blind Passion tost I could not see the Rock tâ—ll I was lost This News â—to th' King and Princess Ears is gone I dread that Vengeance which I 'le strive to shun But to the Camp I must with speed repair And in disguise my Love shall meet me there Thus Arm'd I 'le both our sinking Fortunes prop And stem the Impetuous Tide I cannot stop Exit Re-enter Lycungus Lyc. Thâ—Embraces were too close and I 've made bold Kind Am'rous Lover to cut-off your hold Thy Mistress is secure I took a silent and the safest way T' have rous'd the Lyon were to have lost the prey All goes as I could wish This Prize shall strait To'th'Princess I 'le incense her to that height Her slighâ—ed smiles shall into Vengeance turn What kindness cannot warm distain shall burn But if she prove too tardy in her hate If one impression cannot seal the Fate The King shall hear the story of thy Pride With some enlargement of my own beside As though Alcinda be not Born t' a Crown He 'le use his Sword to seat her in a Throne What though 't is false 't is enough it bears My sence States men are Kings Interpreters All that approaches to a Monarchs fear Carrys no sence but what we let it bear And when we rise Truths must be Strangers there His Army must be mine t' adorn my head Thy Love Life Pow'r all at one stroak falls dead Then if my Sword grow wanton in my hand I shall but over-doe a Kings Command Exit The Third ACT. Scene the First After a sound of Trumpets Enter Theinmingus Zungteus Palexus and Tartars with drawn Swords as from Battel Theinmingus IN this days Action we have Glory bought Now the Chineses have been kind and fought Zung. That brave Young Man the late Ambassadour Who in defiance of your threatning Pow'r Did to your Face the Câ—inan War proclaim His Hand makes work for Graves his Praise for Fame Renown in all the Miracles of this Great day is dumb to any Name but His. He and his small Brigade so fierce engage They 've in one day made Story for an Age. Breaking our Ranks he Fate distributes round Wounds on each stroak attend Death on each Wound He Kills with such a gay undaunted Port Fighting seems not his business but his Sport His Looks and Actions speak indifferent styles Rage frowns in others Brows in his it smiles That makes him in this more than humane Task Seem both to act a Slaughter and a Mask Thein Praising a Foe in such a stile as this You prove your glory in describing his Heroe's from Heroe's tongues no Fame e're lost They give praise frankest who deserve it most Zung. Sir I remember this brisk Youth when he His charge to you deliver'd challeng'd me And I by th' Envy of his actions brought Through the whole Battel have the Champion sought But I observe and wonder for what cause He from that place where-e're I come with-draws Yet still to shew he makes a brave Retreat When almost within reach of Swords we meet Lays Crouds of slaughter'd Souldiers at my feet As if he meant By his own Trophies t' have my Chase with-held And bar'd our meeting by the heaps he kill'd Thein Charge him once more and your first Chase renew And try If above man he be immortal too Zung. Now if Fate favours me His Sword I 'le try Yet one thing startles me I know not why When e're I meet him Arm'd with all the fire That Envy can a Souldiers breast inspire His looks disarm me and my Rage divert I 've a desire to vanquish but not hurt Sure some Divinity restrains my will He 's th' only man I 'de Conquer but not Kill Exeunt After several Excursions and continued sounds of Trumpets Enter Amavanga Vangona and Women in Mens habit Am. Fate kind Companions of our glorious Toyls On our great Cause and greater Conduct smiles In this day's Action we have Honour won And though our Sex wears Clouds our Fame wears none Fame th' airy Magick of the great whose breath Does make our Names like Ghosts walk after death Which to great spirits does this Faith convey To live to morrow is to dye to day Enter Lycungus Lyc. Sir my great Masters Will I here proclaim Who wishes you Immortal as your Fame The King by his Imperial Charge concern'd At what he from this Bloody day has learn'd To the proud Tartar has a Herauld sent The Fate of lingring Sieges to prevent T' accept a Duel and their great debate End by a single hand to finish what The tardy Chance of War but longer draws War the Tribunal of a Monarchs Cause Where Might speaks Reason and where force pleads Law Where often Suits so slow t' a period draw E're the Cause ends the Pleaders meet their Fates And the Dispute out-lives the Advocates The Tartar his Proposals does accept And since Fame has on you such Honours heap'd Our Gracious King excited by the Charm Of what Success waits on your Conqu'ring Arm. On your brave hand confers this high Renown To win a Lawrel where it saves a Crown Am. Oh my kind Stars go let your haâ—t take wings And bear my Thanks back to the best of Kings My Lawrels blossom on my Brows But stay With my most humble thanks my Pride convey Tell him a greater and more glorious task He could not grant nor my Ambition ask Lyc. Quitazo his great General implor'd This favour from his hand t' accept a Sword But his intreaties did succesless prove Urg'd by the fondness of the Princess Love Who would not trust her dear Quitazo's Fate To the bold chance of such a strict debate Which glorious Charge your Vallours juster due His Suit rejected he assigns to you Exit Am. His thronging favours too Excessive grow Fate never was a Prodigal till now After Shouts heard from a distance Enter a Messenger Mess. Fortune still lays new Honour at your Feet You shall a Noble Adversary meet The Tartars in these Shouts speak their applause Proud that their Prince Zungteus weds their Cause Link't to his
Vangona making a low Obeysance SCENE the Second The PALLACE A Table and Chaires set out with Pen Ink and Paper Enter King of China and Legozun King Lycungus King Ye High Eternal Pow'rs if you 've Decreed My Crown must flourish on a Traytors Head Whil'st true forgotten Majesty lies Dead If such loud Crimes must Rule the World lay by Those sparkling Gems that do adorne the Sky Govern your Heav'n as you Earth's Empire sway No Stars adorne your Night no Sun the Day Spangled with Bloody Comets may the Ayr All hung with Black the Garb of Horrour wear Your Heav'n and you more Night more Darkness need To be the fit Spectatours of this Deed. Leg. At once your Sword and Scepter he engrost By that unhappy Bounty you are lost Shout within They only for his Coronation stay And in these Shouts do their new Homage pay King I should not meet my Fate with so much Scorn To see my Crown by an Usurper worn Could I in Glory set and dy a King But whil'st I hear my Treach'rous Subjects Sing A Rebel's Triumphs and with Joy Applause And ecchoing Shouts defend a Traytor 's Cause The Homage gone the Name of King retires My Majesty before my Life Expires Leg. Hence 't is your Subjects do so loud appear Some by Reward are led and some by Fear He by such Arts do's his great Ends pursue Acts both the Patron and the Tyrant too Since first he did th' Imperial Title gain Eight Chief Taymingian Princes he has Slain He call'd a Councel for some strange pretended Cause Of Sixteen Thousand Students of our Laws Who being met he to the School set Fire And made 'em on one Funeral Pile Expire And this was all he for that Deed could say Learning should light the World and so did they King This Massacre all Chronicle exceeds Leg. This is not half of his Inhumane Deeds He to oblige the Common Multitude Confer's all Honours on Ignoble Blood King There there I 'm lost When high Blood floats and th'advanc'd Rable treads On Ruin'd Greatness and their Nobles Heads Then Usurpation seems Divine And in the Crowds of Proselytes it draws Wants neither Prayers nor Swords to aid its Cause Yet there 's one Glorious Guard against all ill Will prove you Princes me a Monarch still We 'l shew that we have Souls too Great and Proud To see a Royal Robe a Traitor's Shroud Though this False Rebel has disturb'd our Peace Our Swords shall from his Pow'r our Lives Release Our Souls together in one Trayn shall fly We 'l Sally out and take Eternity Leg. A Nobler Course you cannot undertake Than in your Death your Sanctuary make Nor can I better speak my Loyalty Than when my King Commands t' obey and dy King But I in Heav'n shall small Contentment find If I my Dearest Treasures leave behind My Wives to be the Objects of his Lust. No Sex should to a Tyrant's Mercy trust Go then Legozun tell 'em my Design Tell 'em I begg they in my Fate would joyn But work their Falls as you would pity mine Speak to 'em gently of their Deaths express None of the Pain but all the Happiness Talk not of Bleeding in too Harsh a tone Invite 'em to take Wounds but give 'em none And when you have the Vanquish'd Field possest Say 't is their dying Soveraign's last Request That for his sake who once that Crown did wear In whose bright Glory they once bore a share That for his sake they 'd Die to meet above There to Confirm new Articles of Love Exit Legozun I know they 're Loyal and 't is Just we shou'd Who shar'd in Pleasures now unite in Blood Enter a second Prince 2 Prince Oh Sir prepare your Ears for such a sound Would make a Fury startle and Confound The fiercest Foe of Heaven a Doom which Fate Trembles to give as I must to relate I come to speak things which I durst not give A Name if I intended to Out-live The speaking it King What is this wondrous thing 2 Prin. 'T is Royal Sir the Murder of a King Lycungus in a Fierce and wanton Rage Will in your Murder his own Hand Engage And is already here to see iâ— done King Is not deposing of a King alone Enough without the Wading in his Blood Men may Renounce Religion and a God But few so Impious to that Fury swell To Raze those Temples where they scorn to Kneel 2 Prin. And to appear more Insolent and High He calls his Bloody Treason Charity To ease you of your Life after your Power And Cut the Stalk now he ha's Cropt the Flower At such unknown outragious Blasphemy I 'm all Astonishment King So am not I. Where 's the surprize Is Impudence a thing To be admir'd in him that Kills a King Go on What said he more 2 Prin. All this hee 'l do If your Fear does not Rob him of the Blow King Nay now I 've heard too Loud a Blasphemy Dares he think Fear can make a Monatch Die T'assert my Fame I 'le Live and shew the Effects Of that high Courage his low Soul suspects In Blood he shall my righted Honour read I 'le brave those Numbers which protect his Head Traytor I 'le sell that Life I cannot save And Fighting Cut my passage to my Grave My Orders therefore instantly Recal And bid my Queens Live to behold my Fall Enter Legozun Leg. Hold Sir This Vain Reprieve will come too late See there the Ruins of your sinking State The Scene opens and is discovered a Number of Murdred Women some with Daggers in their Breasts some thrust through with Swords some strangled and others Poyson'd with several other Forms of Death When first your Queens your design'd Death had heard Their Pity in all Garbs of Grief appear'd But when they heard your Summons how they all Invited were t' accompany your Fall A Gust of Courage check't their Female Fears Harden'd their Pity and Congeal'd their Tears And then they boldly cryed Though Treason bring Thy Fate and make thee Lesser than a King We 'l make thee Greater than a God We may To Common God-heads Common Victims pay We 'l offer Greater Sacrifice to thee A Throne and Palace shall thy Altars be And we thy Offerings Here take a Flood Great Prince of thy own Dearest Royal Blood Then their own Murder each bold hand performs Embracing Death in all those Various Forms King Honour forbids that we on Earth should stay When thus a Female Trayn has led the way In Death above their Sex they have a Courage shown And shall We be less Manly in our own No we will dy but lest a Traytor 's Tongue By unjust Stains our Memory may wrong This from a King I 'le let him understand I scorn'd nor fear'd to fall by a Traitor's Hand Stabs himself in the Left Arm. Sits down and writes in the Blood In this I 'le write the Causes of our Death And to Zungteus China's Crown bequeath