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A50686
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Love and war a tragedy / written by Tho. Meriton.
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Meriton, Thomas, b. 1638.
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1658
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Wing M1822; ESTC R29528
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noyce Whistle like Orpheus reed Ti•an in Aestivious time• when torrid heat hath power Dismisseth night and gives day the full hour Of number twenty four then Burgargo This Region which I named by scituation Transcends the metropolis of every Nation I stand defiance with a barbarous call I purpose to choose you my Generall Burg. When sense doth rave beyond its bounds why then There is no reason that we should be men Let sense and reason scorn my onely state When I deny to govern this by fate Which hath been separated from the rest By Iove his hand and he to be the guest That it should entertain this Ile that which Gives livelihood and makes the inhabitants rich My hope is fixt upon and firmly too That sacred Gods will aid and fortune shew Because we stand in our defence not lust To have a War but this our cause is just We stand for right not what is got by pelfe For lives for wives who are our second selfe 'T is pitty that this Nation should go down And save your Majesty none ought to wear the Crown Except your selfe who wisely with your hand With voyce gives leave with that their force with-stand Let them display their colours black visage so unseemly sight with plaited hair you know Much like a Horses main which gives a light They are savage creatures speciall in the night When skyes become their favour let them come I 'le be your Generall till day of doome Cel. Your answer 's good they are both rash and rude In judgment doing actions and before Their nature be by valour curbed so They 'l ne're rest silent but stratagems Inventing still though with grief and amazing Flashes bring a float of destruction With whole waves of sorrow to their pedigree My breast doth breathe not with a fair clear passage Because corruption grows from nomination of Such hellish heathens the Numenia's Land They strive to make their prey and spoil of it 'T is not the fear of their great potent arme 'T is not Aberden with his hellish charm 'T is not their Chariots with their Iron wheels 'T is not their Ships with their well pitched keels 'T is not the fiercenesse of their nature soul 'T is not the savagenesse of their grim soul 'T is not the words of their well threatned 〈◊〉 'T is not the stroaks with which they make their noyse 'T is not the armour that they dayly wear 'T is not the colours wrought with silver clea• 'T is not the conditions that they all sent 'T is not the words that they pleased to put in 't 'T is neither this nor that shall work so fast But I will fight their fury to the last Deris Your answer 's like your selfe noble and that Most generous I like a branch you are The root if you perish I must not stand Gervo Let fame want Trumpets for to blaze her self Let my poor soul want blood to raise her selfe Wh•n I deny to be as firm as you Cele Then my Lord Orestes see a Legate Be prepared to send to King Aberden You know the drift of th' cause we will maintain The War he promiseth to our Land and Burgargo with these two Captains which are Derisius and Gervoran and that valiant Souldier Burnomoy draw down your forces To the port-Towns cast trenches ditches that If they gain the Land they know not where to Lead a squadern up but stand amazed at their rash stricking shore Omnes Heavens blesse Numenia's King Cel. After you return as undoubtedly victorious Trophies shall be prepared of pure Gold Elixars essence what doth Nature hold Be presents to your reward Exeunt Scen. 5. Adrenimia Hollarro with Attendants Adre My soul runs wandring from its way Not knows its guide till fortune by favours Whip lash the occasion forward that they May joyn their Forces by Sea or Land My hands want blood that by its natural heat R•ceive a quickning sense my •ury playes U•on the strings of the ••••cordium Which causeth a palfie in my hand th•• Hold I cannot till some blood I have I could with ease disgest the wrong that 's done If I should cause one of Aberdens friends To use my Altar his head upon my spear In the air to be an attom of delight It is a thing disgorge with me most sure I feel a weakning cause rise in my bones Which can be deemed nought else but want of blood Prethee Hollarro what must still vacation A rust corrupt your souls and weapon too Resolve my quere sure you are not bent To raise perplexity to a Queen her will Blood blood still I will call Holl. Great Adrenimia the conditions which your King Was pleased to make a War expected answers Are when Post brings news the tydings which you Wait leasure on unto my Fathers Court No sooner arrival shall take its abode But with a fiery look and watry eyes Bring to your Highnesse those same prodigies Which lurk betwixt affection and defraud Your pleasure wills to crave that harsh design Like Ebian wood whose colour cannot be Changed to a whitish hue no more can your Intreaty turn its black melanchollious Humour to a white waterish flegmatick Cause my spirits raise ambition in my Veins that such who works against natures will Receives no free permission there to lay Its store for that same matter which you crave But if a War go on with immatchlesse forces My father 's such a man your Husband Aberden Stands to a word though mentioned long before To let those captive subjects which by lot Caught in the gins of our free-born like souls Of Amazons ne'r yeeld field to any Either foe or friend to lesse or many Adr. What is it so what is it so still Hollarro stand against That same cannary bird what 's e're it be Sings such a note with pains repining forth Such unagreeing discord and unhandsome Quavers shall quickly have a Pip upon His tongue a slit or ga•• about his neck Make him sing sweeter changes then those same Hollarro take care look not to untwist Those arms of great Aberden and his Queen He granted me you stand in opposition Talk more with silent counsell then to th' face Of a Queens power condemn it a disgrace That she takes pleasure in it's blood that I Crave of my King untill the day I dye If none can have from forraign Countries then Constrain'd I must take then our innocent men Your part shall not scape free if you do not Go to the Wars the next will be your lot Therefore blow up those fires that almost dye In your stout Souldier that perpetually They may bring home great spoils unto the Queen As captives bracelets all what my youth hath seen See see you do do so dispatch the cause Or else in this Land I will bring new Lawes Hol. Your will 's a Law great Madam to my force I shall not be him that withstands your losse The frigid Zone ne'r new the Icie way Or tract her