Not love thee O ye Powers what heart is that Annib. Hast thou not seen the Beauteous Prisoners Crisp. Ha! What Fausta meanst thou Annib. Fausta and Serena Crisp. Say which of em ' Which Beauty has Inflam'd thee Annib. Which shou'd but the most soft and Artless melter The Languishing Crisp. The killing Beauteous Come Annib. Ha! Crispus thou art Concern'd Crisp. I am to help thee Her Name Annib. Why take it then the Fair Serena Crisp. O She 's the softest sweetest killing Fair By Heaven I am glad I 'm ravisht that 't is She By this Embrace I promise thee success I know her temper well No more but leave me I was upon the Instant when I met thee Going to their Appartment Nay look up And trust thy Friend Annib. Plead then for my Life I beg thee as a God to plead my Cause Thou canst not know o' th' sudden how 't is with me How Great how Mortal and how deep the wound May all the Saints and Powers that pitty Love Inspire thy Brest as if 't were possible That Annibals Soul cou'd actuate thy body So sigh weep languish and for Mercy sue As were I Crispus I my self wou'd do Ex. Annibal Crisp. The Youth is Haughty Martial Hot and Brave Right for the Field unhappy parts for Love Therefore perhaps the Virgin likes him not But thou hast luckier Stars No sooner seen But lik'd Lov'd Marry'd Ha! but where 's the Transport Without thy Fathers knowledge thou wert Marry'd 'T is the first Fault of my unhappy youth Yet 't is a Fault but 't is the fault of Love Had he not lov'd Crispus had not been here Away you Damps and darkning Images Be gone I say Behold she comes to meet me Enter Fausta Lag as I am in this great Race of Love O Fausta Fausta Faust. O my Constantine Crisp. Ha! Faust. A mistake my fear out-went my Love Crisp. My Constantine Thy fear by Heaven 't was Ominous What cause hast thou to fear Faust. Bondage and Death Are not those Reasons for a Virgins fear Crisp. Yes for another Fausta not for thine For Oh! when he has seen and heard like me The Abstracted Charms of all this Beauteous World Expect not death but offers of a Throne Faust. 'T is possible Yet by thy self I swear By dear lov'd thee my Crispus in a Cottage Shall be prefer'd to all the Thrones on Earth Crisp. And thou forgive me Heaven I had almost said To Heaven it self No Fausta that 's the Jar Religion makes this discord in my Soul I find it now Hence come my Starts and fears Even in the height of my expected joys But Time the Saints and Miracles must win thee Faust. No Time no Miracle no Saint but thou Why thou art all the Wonders of the Earth My Saint my hearts Religion and my Heaven With thee I am imbarkt to live or Perish Not only here but in the World hereafter Crisp. Oh Extacy Oh pattern for thy Sex Yet shalt thou Master me by this Subjection Give me thy hand Thy Lip the sweets are Richer The tast Enobled Oh! my ravisht Love Glows with the pointed Charms The Heavens are open'd And I behold thee Crown'd a Saint already But I will hold thee fast lest that the Angels snatch thee Ere we have mingled Souls Faust. Oh not to Night Crisp. Ha! not to night Not on this Lov'd Confession Not when thou hast set my Spirits all on fire Not now enjoy thee Thou mak'st my fears return Far more Extravagant then they were before Lest e're we join an Apoplex shou'd seize me The Palace fall and thousand other Chances That awe th' Imagination of my Love Oh Come Faust. I will and with these longing arms Hold thee till Morn And from that Morn till Evening From Evening to Mid-day From day to Night From Night to Death I 'le clap thee thus for ever Crisp. Let 's haste then while the beckoning Minute smiles Faust. But I must swear thee first Crisp. Take Oath on Oath I swear to obey thee without asking why Faust. Swear thou wilt never leave thy Wedded Fausta What ever dreadful Chance or strange Misfortune Shou'd start to undo me almost to a Crime Crisp. No Crime But want of Love Nor that by Heaven Shall make me hate thee though it bring me Death Oh thou soft Dear if ever I forsake thee At my last hour may I despair of Mercy And may those Saints that knew the wrong I did thee When at Heavens Gate I beg for Entrance answer Remember what thou did'st to Fausta swear Be gone for ever leave this happy Sphere For perjur'd Lovers have no Mansion here Ex. Ambo End 1st Act. The Second Act Scene ROME Enter Arius and Labienus Eubolus Arius WE have done our Work by halfs follow'd by the Scent Trac'd to our Holes Oh I could play the Mad-man Men of our Make so poorly hide a Murder That Dogs can Rake it up Spies Spies by Hell The Course of former Councils was too slow I am proclaim'd a Traitor Heretiok And Poniards must proclaim my Accuser nothing Labie Were it not better to comply Arius Impossible The Genius of the proud imperial Brothers And mine by Nature Mortally oppos'd Hate strongly at first sight which hate improv'd By the late flaw I found in their Religion They hear too how I tainted Infant Julian Yet being made the Emperours Confident In the late Contract all might have been retreiv'd And I at Helm had not his hated Brother Thus interpos'd to my eternal Ruine Poison and Ponyard Eubol. Is it come to that Ari. It is without dispatch we are all undone Oh for a Slave to mould some Malecontent His blood adust and blackned with the blows Of adverse Fortune yet of Soul elate And to be flush'd for Fame or hire To any kind of daring Lab. Why Ari. I would work the Melancholy brave To stab Dalmatius Eubol. Why not Constantine Ari. Because ten Constantines live at least in him The one 's not half so open to Destruction As t'other close and on the Guard to save him He has unravell'd our close Webb of Thought And from the bottom of our dark Design Drawn Treason forth perhaps to hang us all Lab. 'T is justly thought this Lett must be remov'd And who so fit to hew it into pieces As that ambitious brawny Fool Lycinius Ari. Thou hast hit the Man my busie Brain had lost The Emperour dooms him dead by whose Advice Tell me I hear the dull Lycinius cry That e're I fall the Victim of the War I may at once destroy his Life and Name Enter Lycinius Guards But see he comes I bring you News Lycin. Ha! of my Death I read it in thy Face Ari. The Emperour as at first I told your Story Ready Trumpets a March at distance Inclin'd to Mercy but fierce Dalmatius Call Serena Repeal'd the hint of your half granted Pardon And forc'd him to your Death Lycin. By Mars I 'll fight him Ari. 'T is not in your Power You
should I hide a secret from thee When I beheld him last He languished And wrung my hand at parting Crisp. But what said he Faust. I will not tell you Crispus till you answer What you would do with me my dearest Joy If it were true indeed your Father lov'd me Crisp. What at your parting ha Faust. Why if 't were true Would you forsake me Crisp. Be my own murderer I know not what but speak your parting Oh! Faust. Why are you so enrag'd I dare not tell you Crisp. If ought thou hid'st by Heav'n thou dost not love me Faust. By Heav'n I hope no other Heav'n but thee What if he talkt alittle Age will talk And think of it no more Trumpets ready for a Call Crisp. What was your talk I 'le know each syllable Faust. Why so you shall But then be calm What if he talk't of love And what Oh be not angry and I 'll tell you What if to save my life I promis'd him Crisp. Ha! promis'd Fausta Promise the Father and engage the Son But speak I stand upon a Precipice For if 't is true that e're so little past Of love before Faust. What then Crisp. And thou hast promis'd Faust. Suppose I have Sworn Crisp. Suppose then thy dishonour Suppose me never to behold thee more Suppose my death both Soul and Bodies ruin Faust. Suppose no more but what my Soul hath Sworn To love his Son none but the lovely Crispus O therefore clear thy brow and take me to thee Be still my love forgive this little fault And jealousie shall ne're offend thee more Crisp. O Charmer Beauty What! where was the need Why hast thou kept me on the Rack so long Tho taken down I feel the strains upon me And shall I fear too long But hark they call Trumpets And I must go Faust. But will you then return Crisp. Quick as thy wishes or my own desires But make no more such Tryal Hark again Trumpets again Faust. I cannot part with you tho for a moment Crisp. I 'll but enquire whether my Father 's come Faust. Swear to come back then Swean before you see him To give me one look more Crisp. What needs an Oath Before I speak with him Faust. You 'l speak with me For I have much to say of mighty moment Swear therefore to return Crisp. Swear on thy Lips Thus with my Heart I seal my Vows for ever Ex. Crispus Faust. Heart and the Holiest Vows deep writ in Blood Blood and dishonor Take then take my cause Thou that hast made me sin O mighty love And let thy Mother plead it with her Tears He sees his Father and my crime at once And then resolves never to see me more Enter Arius Call Dalmatius Crispus all Attendants Arius What then Faust. What then O Arius Dost thou know me And ask what then when he ne're sees me more I 'll tell the then I 'll never see the day Shades Night and Death Despair and Dungeons hold me When those dear Eyes shall never light me more Arius Since you enjoy'd him let the Tides of love Be swallow'd in the Ocean of Ambition Faust. Ambition Pomp and greatness of the World All empty sounds to love But thine 's a downward sense Thou hast no tast of these sublimer joys But haste look out Why comes he not again He swore he would but he has seen his Father Who stops him with my first unhappy Contract Arius I see him yonder Faust. Blessings on thy Tongue But I 'll run forth to meet him and no longer Conceal the Innocent deceit of Love Arius Hold Madam stay Dalmatius comes retire Faust. Dalmatius Let me see my self Arius They come Faust. Dalmatius Gods 't is He He tells him all Th' Emperor told it him Nay it must out I am lost undone But gentle Arius wait And watch and bring me word how Crispus beare it Oh that I were a Spirit to stand unseen To mark his passions how they rise and fall With every Glance of those dear dreadful Eyes But see they come and yet I cannot stir I grow distracted with my hope and fear Compell'd to go yet long to tarry here Ex. Fausta Enter Dalmatius and Crispus to Arius Dalm. I have much against you Crispus and you know it Therefore with all the freedom of a friend Tell me what is the cause you have not been So free as formerly Crisp. You know I am Dalm. I 'll press you Sir no more only remember There stands a Villain whom I have seen you whisper Ex. Arius Crisp. I 'll tell you all Dalm. You dare not Come there is a guilt at bottom You blush to own a Crime of such a nature As will admit no Pardon Thou hast sin'd Against the great Divinity of friendship Which my Soul takes to death Crisp. Can it be Ever too late to gain a Pardon here Dalm. I cannot tell Yet I can tell thee this There was a time not many days are past Since I preferr'd thy friendship to the World When I cou'd say Why yonder goes the Man Whom my Soul worships more then Constantine And Loves beyond my Son By Heav'n thy fault Is ominous and grinds my temper through Crisp. That Son you nam'd unhappily 's in Love Dalm. Then He 's a Fool. With whom Crisp. Maximians Daughter The younger Beauty Dalm. Ha! And you Love the Elder My life on 't some such masterly design This makes you shun the Camp to lurk beneath The Eeves of Palaces and droop in Corners But Sir your Pardon I almost forgot To urge your swiftest speed to wait your Father Crisp. I will but take my leave Dalm. I fear there is Too much already taken but no more If you have ought to say I 'll visit for you Crisp. Be all as you would have it Oh your hand Nay I will force my Entrance to your Heart By opening all my own and so farewell Ex. Crispus Dalm. I blame my friend for walking in the Dark Yet hide my self who when I seem most strange Am fondest of his Love So Sir What now Enter Anniball Annib. The fair Constantia with condemn'd Lycinius Drest in the saddest Glass of dying sorrow Was coming to entreat you for his Pardon But soon as she had heard from weeping Arius Her Husbands doom she in our Arms Expir'd Dalm. I mourn her Fate But for Lycinius I urg'd at first and still resolve his Death Is necessary to the Emperors life Nor should a few weak drops by Women shed Stop a Decree so Absolute and Royal. Annib. He comes attended with a mournful crowd To sue for life Dalm. I 'll have him Executed in their view Yes Anniball and shew thy Youth a pattern Of the old Romans for thy imitation Who hast but poorly Copy'd from thy Father Annib. Why Sir What Villain has traduc'd my Vertue Dalm. No Villain but thy Prince has own'd thy weakness And says thou Lov'st a Captive Foe of Rome Annib. The Virgin 's beautiful and greatly born Dalm.
Perhaps the Virgin may as greatly die And yield her Beauties to the Fatal stroke Annib. To the Fatal stroke Oh all ye Powers No Sir The fair Serena shall not die While I wear this Dalm. Ha Rebel Traytor How Not at the Emperors Doom Annib. No nor at yours That gave me Sir my being take it again Unless you give me leave to lay it there Where I have plac'd my Love Dalm. The Emperor Decrees thee Cappadocia Wilt thou forfeit The noble Heritage of such Ambition For Infamous Love Annib. Wrong not a Passion That equals your own Virtue For could Caesar Give with a Daughter of his own the World I would prefer my Love in this Condition To all the proffers of his Blood and Empire Dalm. Hence from my sight And till thou break'st this passion See me no more Annib. Then I must never see you For when I cease to Love where I have vow'd I am no more Therefore upon my Knees I beg you to recall this dreadful sentence Repeal my Banishment and give me leave To win the Heart of this unhappy Maid Or bid me die before you Dalm. Rise my Boy Thou Lov'st indeed who canst refuse a Kingdom Enter Arius Lycinius Labienus Eubolus with the Populace But see Lycinius with his followers here Take to the habit of thy former Wars And soften not my Justice by thy sorrows Annib. I have heard Lycinius lately threatned you Therefore your Guardians Eye be watchful o're you Dalm. Fear not I 'm Arm'd against 'em Know Lycinius The Emperor has decreed to shew his Subjects What weary'd Mercy dares resolve to do Cleanthes you the Captain of the Guard Lead to the Forum and in the Peoples view Strike off his Head Lycin. I bear the sentence as becomes my Honour And all the favour which I beg in Death Is to reveal a secret to your Ear Which may import the Emperors life and Yours Dalm. What would you Sir Lycin. My Lord Are you in earnest Or is there room for hope Dalm. Sir be not flatter'd Hope is the fawning Traytor of the mind Which while it cozen 's with a colour'd friendship Robs us of our last Vertue Resolution Lycin. Speak then the force of Resolution Thus. Annib. No Villain Thus. Annibal disarms and offers to Stab him Dalm. Hold Annibal Hold thy Hand An executioner in the best of Causes Is a vile trade for Honourable men Therefore let slaves dispatch him Annib. Rack him First To know who counsel'd him to this damn'd deed Dalm. No To Sylvester let him own his fault And die a Christian I am satisfy'd Lycin. Ha ha A Christian What and fall a Sheep Confess No as he urg'd bring forth the Rack Wire-draw my Limbs Spin all my Nerves like Hairs And work my tortured Flesh as thin as Flame You shall not know a title more then this I was set on to stab Dalmatius And would the Emperor were he in my reach Who were the Gods that prompted thus my Arm You Christian Curs shall never know from me Therefore go learn the Mystery in Hell Thus much I may acquaint you They are living Warm in your Bosoms and I hope will sting you Sting you to Death Plagues Famine Sword and Fire Fire from the Gods on your proud City fall And with that dying Curse I leave you all Ex. Guarded Dalm. His Fate was just now Romans to the Triumph Go forth and meet your Emperor whose mercy Extends her peaceful Wings to all that seek him And is the Darling attribute of his Soul But hark He comes The Saviour of your Empire Bring forth his Statues Crown his Images Meet him with Garlands Songs and Shouts of Triumph But see his entrance is already made And there He comes with Crispus in his Arms. Enter Constantine Crispus c. To the Triumph Const. Dalmatius I must thank thee for the Fate Of that too stubborn troubler of our Reign Sylvester to his Hermitage retires And says the Saints are sad at my delay Tell him e're long and urge him to return The Emperor and the Court shall be Baptiz'd Dalm. Take to your former freedom Mirth and Humor For 't is observ'd you are not as you were Const. Oh Brother Friend In all my hazards try'd This Son shall share the Heart and Empire too Of my lov'd Crispus whom for some few minutes I would discourse alone Dalm. Your wishes on you Peace to your thoughts and Heaven still guide your Councils Exeunt Manent Constantine Crispus Const. Hast thou perform'd thy Embassy my Crispus And seen the Daughter of Maximian Crisp. I have seen Her Sir And seen Her Beauteous Sister Const. How lik'st thou Ha! Are they not charming both Both Beautiful Crisp. They are But why Sir both Const. Because the latter only Catch'd thy praise When Fausta in the Pride of blooming Nature As much transcends her as the Summers Rose The little Beauties of a backward Spring Crisp. 'T is true She is the Elder Const. And the fairer In all comparisons to be prefer'd Not only to her Sister but the World Crisp. Is 't possible Const. That thou should'st be so dull To ask the Question having seen the wonder Crisp. But Sir when I was sent you talk't of Death Const. Death to my self and thee and all mankind Rather then wound a part of my Lov'd Fausta Crisp. Oh Heav'n What said you Do you Love her then Const. Love her my Son In Age I Love her more Then in my Youth I Lov'd the chace of Glory Crisp. And does she know you Love her Const. Know Approves Approving joyn'd and Seal'd the Contract sure Crisp. Death and Despair Approv'd Joyn'd Seal'd Contracted How Seal'd And how Contracted Const. Why our Lips Have Sign'd and Seal'd an Everlasting Love Crisp. What kiss'dher Ha! But I 'm too Credulous All you have said is but to try my temper How much your Son can bear Const. I must confess Thy fears were just had'st thou another Father But as I am I swear what ever Issue I have by Fausta Thou shalt Heir my Power Crisp. Talk not of Power but tell me of your Love Distract me not with these Ambiguous Answers But tell me Swear to save my loss of reason If as you Love you are by Fausta Lov'd Const. That I Love Fausta is as true by Heav'n As I Love thee But whether I am Lov'd With just return is hard indeed to swear Yet as I said before our Hands have joyn'd Our Lips have seal'd and binding Oaths have past Crisp. What Oaths Const. Betrothing Oaths Crisp. Oh All ye Saints Are you contracted too Const. Ay Crispus we 're contracted Weep not my Son I swear by this Embrace Thou shalt not less be Lov'd then heretofore Crisp. Betroth'd Oh Heav'n And have you Sir enjoy'd her Const. No Crispus That 's a Heav'n I have to come Crisp. A Hell All Hell And if not yet enjoy'd Let me conjure you by my Mothers ashes Touch her not for the World Const. What means my Son I have