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The Empress of Morocco a tragedy, with sculptures / written by Elkanah Settle ...
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Settle, Elkanah, 1648-1724.
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Wing S2678; ESTC R223430
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Madam You may say any thing Your Sex And Birth the vent of my just Passion checks Sir do but hear To the King Crim. You may vouchsafe to hear What You may read more plainly here and there Points to the dead Eunuch and his wounded Arm. King I in this Parley too much time bestow Hearing the Cause I make the Vengeance slow Guards Yet I 'le hear him Muly H. My single Word a vain Defence will make Where so much Witness and a Mother speak But yet Heav'n sees my Innocence and know That I am proud this Shame to undergo Believe me her intended Ravisher Appearing so I take the Guilt from Her Their false Impeachments do this comfort bring That I may wear that Cloud would shade a King King His kind soft Words do but confirm th' Offence Men are nere losers for their Breaths expence But still speak kindest when their Falls are near Not out of Generosity but Fear It is enough She witness'd his Offence Her Virtue scorns to accuse Innocence And since her Blood does run within my Veins By ' instinct I know she all that 's base disdains But if I want more Proofs to make it out His Murder and his Wound removes the doubt Muly Hamet for this Guilt our Prophets Breath Has in his sacred Laws pronounc'd your Death Q. M. His Death Surprized But hold The King will then my Cheat descry I wish His Death who tamely see him dye aside O cruel Sir that killing Breath recall to the King Our holy Prophet dares not see him fall I 'm sure had he My Eyes Heav'n cannot see Such Courage bear so harsh a Destinie The Pow'rs above would shrink at what he felt His Death to Tears their Chrystal Orb would melt But If You must act what Mercy can't prevent Inflict inflict some milder Punishment King His Deeds and Service in Morocco's Cause May mitigate the rigour of our Laws His Army then I to your charge commend Her Honours Guardian and our Loyal Friend to Crimalhaz Here bind the Traytor and convey him strait to the Guards To Prison there to linger out his Fate Till his hard Lodging and his slender Food Allay the Fury of his Lustful Blood Guards bind Muly Ham. Q. M. Think what Impression on my Breast 't will make To â—…ee his Hands wear Fetters for my sake In whisper between Muly Hamet and Queen Mother Muly H. Madam be serious tell me how so foul A Treason gain'd admission to your Soul Q M. My Soul Dull Man what has my Soul to do In such mean Acts as my betraying You Murder and Treason Without the help of Souls when I think good Such toys I act as I 'm but Flesh and Blood Mu. H. Let not too high your Scorn of Justice swell Know Madam on such Crimes there waits a Hell Q. M. Hell No of that I scorn to be afraid I 'le â—…end such throngs to the infernal shade Betray and kill and damn to that degree I le crowd up Hell till there 's no Room for Me. King Here to the Tower that guarded Pris'ner send His saâ—…ther Doom from my Commands attend Muly H. I for my former state My Homage to your Royal Father paid And Monarchs may destroy what Monarchs made For Subjects Glories are but borrow'd things Rais'd by the favourable Smiles of Kings And at their Authors Pleasures should retire And when their Breath renounces 'em expire Should I the Sentence of my Sovereign blame I should be guâ—…tier than They say I am But though your Frowns declare my Fetâ—…ers just Look to what dang'rous Hand your Pow'r you trust Monarchs do nothing ill unless when they By their own Acts of Grace their Lives betray When Favours they too gen'rously afford And in a Treacherous Hand misplace their Sword Their Bounties in their Ruine are employ'd Kings only by their Vertues are destroy'd King Your Counsels weakly do my Ears attract You ill â—…each Virtue which you cannot act Live then till time this â—…ense of Horrour brings What 't is to ravish Queens and injure Kings Exeunt King and Muly Hamet severally Muly Hamet led out by the Guards Q. M. You see the Fates do their Allegiance know And to my pow'rful Breath their Conduct ow. 'T is pity Monarâ—…hs are so scarce Such gen'rous â—…asie kind good natured things That one feign'd Tear can rule the Faith of Kings Crim. So bravely Madam your Design succeeds As if the Fates were Vassals to your Deeds That Politician who to Empire climbs With Virtues Dress should beautifie his Crimes Our guilded Treason thus like Coral seems Which appears Black within its native Streams But when Disclos'd it sees the open Air It changes Colour and looks Fresh and Fair. Exeunt Scene the second the Scene a Prison The Scene opens Muly Hamet appears bound Muly H. Disrob'd of all at once what turns more strange Can Ages if an Hour can make such Change Enter to him Mariamne with one Attendant from whom she takes a Sword and exit Attendant Kind Mariamne Mar. Yes False Man the same Till your bold Lust had forfeited that Name The Daughters easie Breast would ill confer A Kindness on her Mothers Ravisher Muly H. Can Mariamne think me guilty too More than my Chains have done your Frowns will do Mariamne's Eyes out-vie her Brothers Pow'r I ne're was miserable till this hour Mar. Ungrateful is your Soul so much defaced Have I so ill a too fond Heart misplaced My Rival Mother does my Right remove And in affront to my rejected Love Your Scorn to Me you in her Shame make good Forcing her Virtue to prophane my Blood But perjur'd Man though you deserve so â—…ll Yet you shall find me Mariamne still To my past Favours I will add one more Thus I your Freedom and your Sword restore Unbinds him and gives him the Sword Live and in safety go and fly that Fate Which does th' unhappy Muly Hamet wait Muly H. My Sword and Liberty restor'd by You To one ungrateful false and perjur'd too Ah Madam if your Mercy can confer Such Bounty on a condemn'd Ravisher What nobler Favours would your Smiles dispence If Mariamne knew my Innocence Mar. Sir you mistake my Favours I have lent Your Freedom only as your Banishment That being releas'd you might Morocco fly Remov'd at once both from my Heart and Eye For should he stay Something like Pity in his cause would plead Till my faint Anger were in Triumph led aside Some Rebel Thought my ill-fenc'd Heart would win And treacherously once more let him in Go Ravisher take your offer'd Liberty And to some barb'rous unknown Desart fly Where Men have nought but Shape that 's humane there Where Virtue looks more ill than Monsters here Converse with wild and lustful Savages Live and inhabit any Seat but This. Points to her Breast Muly H. Divine but cruel Princess to whom Heav'n Has all its Titles but its Knowledg giv'n Else like their Pow'rs you could not want a Sence Of Muly