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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A44429	Neglected virtue, or, The Unhappy conqueror a play acted at the Theatre-Royal by His Majesty's servants.	Hopkins, Charles, 1664?-1700?; Horden, Hildebrand, d. 1696.; Fletcher, John, 1579-1625. Pilgrim.	1696 (1696)	Wing H2725; ESTC R29502	32,088	57

he say now D' ye see Sir in my own Country Language I tell you once again I 'm to have the backing of this Colt therefore pray go about your business Lyc Are not you Sir Son to the Lord Castilio Cast. Yes Sir I am his only Son his first-born Child the Prop of his Family the Staff of his Age and the Heir to his Estate Lyc. Why then Sir I have News to tell you I came just now from Court where I left your Father in an Apoplectick Fit given over by his Physicians Cast. How how my Father given over Nay then Miss you● humble Servant Your Affections and mine are not so fast ty'd bu● an Estate will quickly unloose ' em Exit Lyc. I thought there was no way but this to get rid of him Well my dear Amadine how stands your Father affected Am. He continues his cruel Resolutions still to marry to tha● Coxcomb Ari And we continue our Resolutions to make Coxcombs of them both before it comes to that Am. Nay for my part I 'll sooner live in a Hovel upon Wate● and wild Sallads than be forc'd to marry against my Inclinations Lyc. My dear my Fortunes are not so despicable to throw you on so mean a Remedy Do you but find a means to deciev● your watchful Guardians and I 'll find means to secure us from wild Sallads and a Hovel I 'll warrant thee Enter a Servant Serv. Madam your Father is return'd Ari. Ud'slife slip you out at the Garden Door Lyc. Farewel my Jewel keep constant to thy Resolutions and we may both be happy Exit Am. Never doubt me Ari. No no let us alone If we two young Girls can't cozen one old Fellow 't is pity but we were nailed against a Wall with our Heels upward SCENE The Palace Enter King Memnon Old Castillio Guards and Attendants King Still Memnon we withstand their battering Rams Still our strong Walls defie the Median Fury Against all Dangers still my Breast stands firm Mem. There 's Winter Sir in all your Parthians Veins Nor will the Soldiers be induc'd to Flight But basely from your Royal Standard shrink King Slaves do they see the threat'ning Flood o'erwhelm Their Country and like senceless Brutes gaze at The near approaching Deluge till they 're lost Mem. Your Citizens whose Coward Souls ne'er knew What Valour was without the Plumes of Fortune Seeing you drove within this last result Into the narrow Bounds of one poor City Disturb their Rest with Dreams of rifled Hoards Their own their Wives their Sons and Daughters Fates And like infected Caitiffs spread their Fears By their contagious Murmurs through the Streets Cast. Already they have priz'd your Head and plot Who shall be first to seize the sacred Prey They 've told the Stores the Lordships they shall gain And when the Great the Royal Oak is struck There 's none but hopes a Branch beneath whose Shade Their Revels are design'd and with one Voice They cry an Artaban an Artaban Must these Rewards and their Deliverance bring King Is Artaban the Minion of their Hearts Was not that Traytor Memnon justly banish'd He by my Influence first to being rose And nurtur'd by my warmest Rays grew Great Yet all my best Rewards he did contemn And scorn'd a meaner Bounty than t'espouse My only Daughter and possess my Throne Fortune and Fate oppress me as they please I never can forgive such Insolence Cast. Sir Sir you may yet command what Terms you please The great Tigranes only fights for Love And wou'd you grant Elinda to his Arms He 'd quickly lay his conquering Weapons down And bend to pay his Homage at your Feet A double Vassal Son and Subject both Mem. If Kings deserve why may not he deserve her Fame loudly speaks the Largeness of his Soul How brave in Fields in Courts how amorous Pleasant and Martial Great and yet not Proud As free from Passion as th'unkindled Fire Yet urg'd can loose his Reins and let the Beast Course it a-while to shew he is a Man King Must it be said 't was Arms made Phraates grant Offers in Peace he almost scorn'd to hear Oh this reclaims me this disturbs that Rest Which liberal Nature by her Charter gives To every Peasant on his Bed of Straw Cast. Sir Success proclaims Men Great Tigranes till he conquer'd was not so Now who is greater than Tygranes is What distant Nations do not dread his Strength Even Rome it self the Empress of the World Glad of a Peace embrac'd him as her Friend His Faults to you are meritorious grown And in my Judgment purchase this Alliance King There 's no resisting of an adverse Fate When wayward Gods contend struggling 'gainst them ●ntangles more and weaves us in the Toil. Shouts Drums and Trumpets within Enter Lysander What mean these Shouts Lys. Hail Gracious Prince we are at length reliev'd King Whence or by whom it is impossible Lys. The Shades of Night their lowest Ebb had made And flowing Light began to swell the Day When first our Scouts th'incamped Host descry'd All in Disorder rowz'd from Sleep to Arms To Arms the general Cry The distant Parts Of the wide Wings in Terrours wak'd in haste They rose and trembled ' ere they knew for what Undrest half-arm'd around their Troops they gaz'd Saw dismal Fear Distraction in each Eye Some Wonder-struck like Statues stood as if Gorgonian Charms had petrify'd their Feet Others for Flight prepar'd and all amaz'd Whilst still the unintelligible Noise increas'd King From whence the Cause Lycas That Sir deserves your Ear. Five hundred Horse led by a valiant Chief To their main Body did their Out-Guards press Surpriz'd with Thought a greater Strength was near The nighest parts did crowd the next in Hopes By Numbers to withstand the Storm yet this Did but facilitate his Victory For still he forward drove and still they fled Till in the Field the scatter'd Deaths were strew'd Thick as Autumnal Leaves before the Wind Until at last that mighty Host which but Some Hours before our Terrour was in Flight Left us the Field glad any ways to save Their Lives from the rapacious Victor's Sword Who now approaches to your joyful Gates Kin. Let 's haste to meet him And you my Lords witness to what I vow If our Deliverer be a Man on whom My Daughter can her kind Affection place To morrow's Sun this Nuptial Rites shall see And mix our Joys in that Solemnity The End of the First ACT. ACT II. SCENE I. Enter Bretton Curio Ariene and Servants Bret. GOne Why 't is impossible she cou'd not creep out at the Key-Hole sure Is she a thing invisible Gone and not know it Cur. You amaze your Servants Bret. Some Rogue or other has watched her Hour of Itching and claw'd her claw'd her do you mind me Some Rascal I 'll warrant that I foster up Cur. They are all her● Sir Brit. Let 'em be where they will they 're all Rascals Sir and by this Hand I