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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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your answer Vit. Nay then my Lord since you are serious freely I resume The priviledge of my liberty this body I doe confesse your captive and t' has sufferd an honourable thraldome but my minde Remaines unbounded as the ayre or fire Are from their spheares Eurione has wone By the subduing valor of her lookes That in a field of fancy not of blood And ere another shall usurpe her right In the defence I le dye her willing martyr Dor. I judg'd what serious value your boasted friendship would retaine i th test Draw your bright weapon know that I doe hate Basenesse as much as cowardice and since You slight a Lady for whose pricelesse love Kings might resigne their Crownes and humbly fall Like bare foot pilgrimes prostrate at the shrine Of such a beauty sure if in this sword Death has a residence your life shall finde it And not survive to boast the cruell triumph of her refusall Vit. Sir your sword cannot excite a trembling in my blood The glistring splendour cherishes my sight Like polish'd Chrystall henceforth name of friend Be no more known betwixt us then a dreame Thus I expire it I may now regaine My honour forfeited in the Generall cause By this particular Combate Dor. Should my fate yield me the conquest yet his death would not Beget Chriseas quiet but augment Her griefe and hate against me stay forbeare I feele a palsie in my veines and cannot Manage this little instrument of death My sinewes put on infancy agen And have no vigor in them oh Vitelli I am so full of passion I have scarce Roome left to vent a sigh a mine of lead Hangs on my heart and with its weight has crack'd The feeble courage Vit. Noble soule his griefe Workes more compunction in me than his sword Did suddaine anger could I grant what you Request no brand-markt slave should fulfill Sooner his Masters most severe command Than I would yours but this abrogates all lawes Of friendships duty if y 'ave vowd this act You may as safely disanull the Oath As should you in some desperate fury sweare To be your fathers murtherer Dor. Bid me first renounce My allegeance to my honour sell my faith I owe my Native Country my Vitelli I feele an humour in my braine which strives For passage at mine eyes wilt see me weepe Consider friend denying my request Thou dost undoe a Lady who may claime The priviledge of all hearts depriv'st the world Of such a jemme that should old nature strive To frame her second it would quite exhaust Her glorious treasury then in her ruine My life and honour 's forfeited think this And were thy heart obdurate as a rocke Of Adamant this thought joyn'd with my teares Would sooner than the blood of Goats dissolve it To gentle softnesse Vit. Your eyes are moving advocates they speake Such an o're-flowing Language that my love Then in its owne cause a most partiall Judge Allowes my mercy freedome to pronounce Sentence on your side you have prevail'd I le serve Chrisea as her pleasure shall Dispose my will and fortune Dor. I beginne to feele my spirits quicken and my blood Receive its noble temper deare Vitelli Thy noblenesse does prompt thee to an act Shall write thy friendship higher in the lists Of sacred amity than mothers loves Goe to my best Chrisea she expects To know by thee the truth of my successe Tell her I am more happy in her blisse Than if I had enjoy'd her constant love So leave me love I may perhaps transgresse Man-hood agen and shouldst thou see me weepe Twice thou wouldst judge my former flood of teares A feigned passion Vit. Your Genius guard you thus I apply Balme to his wounds while I doe bleeding dye Ex. Enter Bonivet Bon. Noble Generall I come to gratulate the happy choyse Y 'ave made in faire Chrisea she 's a Lady That though she were a stranger to my blood My judgement would allow as rich a vertue As ever glorifi'd the sexe Dor. 'T would be a sacrilegious errour not to admit Your Character for truth but in our loves A thousand hidden causes doe produce Alternate changes my returne has setled My thoughts on new resolves and I must suite My affections to them Bon. How perhaps because You are return'd triumphant with your bayes Growing upon your brow you doe reject The love before you su'd for t is not noble So to abase a Lady whose bright fame Although untainted as a Christall rocke Must passe a popular censure if you who Did with such earnestnesse pretend her match Should on the suddaine scorne it Dor. I 'me not bound To give you reasons why but know my mind Which your contesting cannot alter's fixt On what I have related Bon. I must then tell you You doe defame the opinion of that worth The world does credit in you this affront Should all her other friends sit idle gazers On her disgrace should stirre me to attempt An ample satisfaction from your heart Though you had multitudes of greater glories Heap'd on your head or were defenc'd with legions To affright me from the adventure Dor. Sir your courage is juster than your quarrell doe you think I weare a sword onely for ornament And though our yeares declare us equalls yet My education was i' th' trade of warre T is my profession to infranchise soules From prisons of their flesh and would be loath Cause you have interest in Chriseas blood Your passion should betray you to the fury Of my incensed wrath Bon. All discourse is tedious to me sure the world 's abus'd With report of your valour men who commit Affronts they dare not answer use excuse In moderation of them I expected I should have met an adversary of you Of temper hot as lightning and as bold As Lyons vext with hunger and I finde you A tame degenerate Coward Dor. All respect of love and pitty hence sight Beare up my steele Has prickt your breast I would not have you dye Chriseas Martyr Bon. I 've puld untimely ruine on mee I 'me hurt I feare to mortall danger Noble Generall See me conducted to Lactantios house There I shall get a Surgeon Dor. Noble young man Muster thy strongest spirits up I am one Of Fortunes pastimes yesterday return'd Advanc'd to heaven by the peoples breath To day hurl'd downe into the abysse of death Ex. Actus Tertius Enter Chrisea and Corimba Chri. CAme none yet from the Generall Cor. No insooth Madam I protest your sister If she continue in these suddaine fits Will so undoe her face that all my art Can never rectifi't shee weepes as if She might as easily be supply'd with eyes As with new dressings I le be sworne I tooke As hearty paines to cut a handsome heart And though I say 't it was a pretty one As e're was made of Taffaty to grace her Check And never trust me if I lye to you Her teares has wash'd her heart away Chr. Th' art still In these
too young to speake A lawlesse passion for my services Pay me with pricelesse treasure of a kisse While from the balmy fountaynes of thy lips Distils a moisture precious as the Dew The amorous bounty of the morne Casts on the Roses cheeke what wary distance Do you observe speake and enrich my eares With accents more harmonious then the Larks When she sings Hymns to Harvest Chri Sure my Lord Y 'ave studied Complement I thought the warre Had taught men resolution and not language Dor. Oh you instruct me justly I should rather Have tane the modest Priviledge of your lip And then endeavor'd to repay the grace With my extreamest eloquence Chri. You mistake me Dor. Remit my ignorance and let me read The mystery of thy language in thy lookes In which are lively Characters of love Writ in the polish'd tablets of thy cheekes Which seeme to vary colours like the Clouds When they presage a storme and those bright eyes Dart unaccustom'd beames which shine as anger Flash'd from their fiery motion Chri. You misconster The intention of my lookes I am not angry Though much distemper'd Dor. At what by whom Lives there a creature so extreamly bad Dares dis-compose your patience speake reveale The monster to me were he fenc'd with flames Or lock'd in Bulwarkes of congested yee And all the feinds stood Centinels to guard The passage I would force it to his heart Through which the mounting violence of my rage Should peirce like lightning Chri. I beleeve That in some triviall quarrell to redeeme My fame should scandall touch it you would fight Perhaps to shew your valour But I have A taske to enjoyne me which my feares possesse me You dare not venture to accept Dor. By truth You wrong my faith and courage to suspect me Of so extreame a Cowardize have I stood the heat Of Battailes till upon the mountainous piles Of slaughter'd Carcasses the soules which left em Seem'd to ascend to Heaven that your suspition Should taint my honour with this base revolt This is not noble in you Chri. Doe not rage When you shall heare it you will then confesse Your confident errour Dor. My loyalty will not Permit that strong rebellion in my breast To doubt the meanest falsehood in a word Her voyce can utter which should charme the world To a beliefe some Cherubim has left Its roome in heaven to carroll to the earth Celestiall Anthems and I now beginne To question my owne frailty but by all Which we call good or holy be 't your will I should invade inevitable death In its most ugly horrour my obedience Shall like a carelesse Pilot cast this bark On that pale rocke of ruine Chri. Will you sweare this Dor. Yes invent A forme of oath so binding that no Law Or power can dispense with and I le seal With my best blood pray Madam tell me what The imposition is you judge so easily Will stagger my just truth that I may flye On Loves light wings to act it Chr. Heare it then and doe not As you respect your oath or love request The cause of what I shall command Dor. Still Suspitions My honour be my witnesse which no action Shall violate I will not Chri. Enough that vow Cannot but be materiall receive it I must no longer love you Dor. That 's no command what did you say Chrisea Chr. I must no longer love you and command you Leave your affection to me Dor. Y' are very pleasant Lady Chri. You 'll finde me very serious nay more I love another and I doe enjoyne you Since t is a man you may o're-rule to assist me In my obtaining him without whose love I 'me resolute to perish Dor. Sure I dreame Or some strange suddaine death has chang'd his frame To immortality for were I flesh And should heare this certaine my violent rage Would pull me to some desperate act beyond The reach of fury these are words would infect Rose-colour'd patience Cleere and lovely front With loathsome leprosie change flames to teares And with unusuall harshnesse of the sound Deafen the genius of the world Chri. Where 's now The strength of soule you boasted does the noyse Of the death speaking Cannon not affright Your setled resolution and the voyce Of a weak woman shake your youthfull blood Into an ague since you so ill beare this When you shall heare the man whose love has stolne Your interest you will rage more than unlimited fire In populous Cities Dor. Sure t is she who speakes I doe enjoy yet sound untainted sence Each faculty does with a peacefull harmony retaine Its proper Organ yet she did rehearse She must no longer love me oh that word transformes The soule of quiet into rage Above distracted madnes madam tell me What place is this for you have led me Into a subtle Labyrinth where I never Shall have fruition of my former freedome But like an humble anchorite that digs With his owne nayles his grave must live confin'd To the sad maze for ever Chri. Sir you cannot By most submissive and continued prayers Reclaime my affection which stands fixt as Fate Vpon your friend Vitelli Dor. My friend Vitelli Chri. Sir I not use To jest my life away Vitelli is The person to obtaine whose pretious love I doe conjure you by all tyes of honour To imploy your utmost diligence Dor. Can I bee So tame o' th' suddaine has the feeble spirit Of some degenerate Coward frighted hence My resolution which has given a Law To fate it selfe that I must now become The stale to my owne ruine oh Chrisea Who wert so good that vertue would have sigh'd At the unwelcome spectacle had you Appeard but woman in a passion Though of the slightest consequence oh doe not Abjure that Saint-like temper it will be A change hereafter burdenous to your soule A sinne to one who all his life-time blest With peace of conscience at his dying minute Falls into mortall enmity with heaven And perishes eternally Chr. My will guides my determination and you must In honour act your promise Dor. Yes I will Since you can urge it tho but two Things pretious to me and one cruell word Robs me of both my friend and her Chrisea I have not left another sigh to move Nor teare to beg your pitty Chri. They are but vaine You may as easily thinke to kisse the starres 'Cause they shine on you as recall my vowes Which I will urge no further but wish you Regard your honour But farewell I must Be cruell e're to my owne love unjust Ex. Dor. She 's gone what vapour which the flattering Sunne Attracts to heaven as to create a starre And throw it a fading meteor to the earth Has falne like me I am not yet growne ripe For perfect sorrow but as a bubling brooke That sports and curles within its flowry Bankes Till the vast sea devoure it onely falling Into the abysse of mischiefe passions surround My intellectuall powers only my heart