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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A60959	The fatal marriage, or, The innocent adultery a play acted at the Theatre Royal by their Majesties servants / written by Tho. Southerne.	Southerne, Thomas, 1660-1746.; Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689. History of the nun.	1694 (1694)	Wing S4756; ESTC R31953	51,143	90

Isa. Miserable beyond the reach of comfort Bir. Do I live to hear thee say so Isa. Why What did I say Bir. That I have made thee miserable Isa. No You are my only Earthly Happiness And my false Tongue bely'd my honest Heart If it said otherwise Bir. And yet you said Your Marriage made you Miserable Isa. I know not what I said I 've said too much unless I could speak all Bir. Thy words are wild my Eyes my Ears my Heart Were all so full of thee so much employ'd In wonder of thy Charms I could not find it Now I perceive it plain Isa. You 'l tell no body Distractedly Bir. Thou art not well Isa. Indeed I am not I knew that before But where 's the remedy Bir. Rest will relieve thy Cares Come come no more I 'll Banish sorrow from thee Isa. Banish first the cause Bir. Heav'n knows how willingly Isa. You are the only cause Bir. Am I the cause The cause of thy Misfortunes Isa. The Fatal Innocent cause of all my Woes Bir. Is this my welcome Home This the reward Of all my Miseries long Labours Pains And pining wants of Wretched Slavery Which I have out-liv'd only in hopes of thee Am I thus paid at last for Deathless Love And call'd the Cause of thy Misfortunes now Isa. Enquire no more 't will be explain'd too soon Bir. What! Can'st thou leave me too She is going He stays her Isa. Pray let me go For both our sakes permit me Bir. Rack me not with Imaginations Of things impossible Thou can'st not mean What thou hast said Yet something she must mean 'T was Madness all Compose thy self my Love The fit is past all may be well again Let us to Bed Isa. To Bed You 've rais'd the storm Will sever us for ever O my Biron While I have life still I must call you mine I know I am and always was unworthy To be the happy partner of your love And now must never never share it more But oh if ever I was dear to you As sometimes you have thought me on my Knees The last time I shall care to be believ'd I beg you beg to think me innocent Clear of all Crimes that thus can banish me From this Worlds comforts in my losing you Bir. Where will this end Isa. The rugged hand of Fate has got between Our meeting Hearts and thrusts 'em from their Joys Since we must part Bir. Nothing shall ever part us Isa. Parting 's the least that is set down for me Heaven has decreed and we must suffer all Bir. I know thee Innocent I know my self so Indeed we both have been Unfortunate But sure Misfortunes ne'er were faults in Love Isa. Oh! There 's a Fatal Story to be told Be deaf to that as Heaven has been to me And rot the Tongue that shall reveal my Shame When thou shalt hear how much thou hast been wrong'd How wilt thou Curse thy fond believing Heart Tear me from the warm bosom of thy Love And throw me like a pois'nous Weed away Can I bear that Bear to be curst and torn And thrown out from thy Family and Name Like a Disease Can I bear this from thee I never can No all things have their end When I am dead forgive and pity me Exit Bir. Yet stay if the sad News at last must come Thou art my Fate and best may speak my Doom Exit after her ACT V. SCENE I. Biron Nurse following him Bir. I Know enough th'important question Of Life or Death fearful to be resolv'd Is clear'd to me I see where it must end And need enquire no more Pray let me have Pen Ink and Paper I must write a while And then I 'll try to rest to rest for ever Exit Nurse Poor Isabella Now I know the cause The cause of thy distress and cannot wonder That it has turn'd thy Brain If I look back Upon thy loss it will distract me too O any Curse but this might be remov'd But 't was the rancorous Malignity Of all ill Stars combin'd of Heaven and Fate To put it quite out of their Mercies reach To speak Peace to us if they cou'd repent They cannot help us now Alas I rave Why do I tax the Stars or Heaven or Fate They are all innocent of driving us Into Despair they have not urg'd my Doom My Father and my Brother are my Fates That drive me to my ruine They knew well I was alive Too well they knew how dear My Isabella O my Wife no more How dear her love was to me Yet they stood With a malicious silent joy stood by And saw her give up all my happiness The treasure of her Beauty to another Stood by and saw her Married to another O Cruel Father and Unnatural Brother Shall I not tell you that you have undone me I have but to accuse you of my wrongs And then to fall forgotten Sleep or Death Sits heavy on me and benums my pains Either is welcome but the hand of Death Works always sure and best can close my Eyes Exit Biron Enter Nurse and Sampson Nurse Here 's strange things towards Sampson What will be the end of 'em do you think Samp. Nay marry Nurse I can't see so far but the Law I believe is on Biron the first Husband's side Nurse Yes No Question he has the Law on his side Samp. For I have heard the Law says a Woman must be a Widow all out Seven Years before she can Marry again according to Law Nurse Ay so it does and our Lady has not been a Widow altogether Seven Years Samp. Why then Nurse mark my words and say I told you so The Man must have his Mare again and all will do well Nurse But if our new Master Villeroy comes back again Samp. Why if he does he is not the first Man that has had his Wife taken from him Nurse For fear of the worst will you go to the old Count desire him to come as soon as he can there may be mischief and he is able to prevent it Samp. Now you say something now I take you Nurse that will do well indeed Mischief should be prevented a little thing will make a quarrel when there 's a Woman in the way I 'll about it instantly Exeunt Scene drawn shews Biron asleep on a Couch Isabella comes in to him Isa. Asleep so soon O happy happy thou Who thus can'st sleep I never shall sleep more If then to sleep be to be happy he Who sleeps the longest is the happiest Death is the longest sleep O! have a care Mischief will thrive apace Never wake more To Biron If thou didst ever love thy Isabella To Morrow must be Doomsday to thy peace The sight of him disarms ev'n Death it self The starting transport of new quick'ning Life Gives just such hopes and Pleasure grows again With looking on him Let me look my last But is a look enough for parting Love Sure I may take a Kiss

the trial Vil. I 'm only born to be what you wou'd have me The Creature of your Pow'r and must obey In every thing obey you I am going But all good Fortune go along with you Exit Isa. I shall need all your wishes Knocks Lockt and fast Where is the Charity that us'd to stand In our Forefathers Hospitable days At Great Mens Doors ready for our wants Like the good Angel of the Family With open Arms taking the Needy in To feed and cloath to comfort and relieve ' em Now ev'n their Gates are shut against the Poor She knocks again Sampson enters to her Sam. Well what 's to do now I trow you knock as loud as if you were invited and that 's more than I hear of but I can tell you you may look twice about you for a Welcome in a great Man's Family before you find it unless you bring it along with you Isa. I hope I bring my Welcome along with me Is your Lord at home Sam. My Lord at home Isa. Count Baldwin lives here still Sam. Ay ay Count Baldwin does live here And I am his Porter but what 's that to the purpose good Woman of my Lord 's being at home If you had enquir'd for Mrs. Comfit the House-keeper or had the good Fortune to be acquainted with the Butler you might have what you came for and I cou'd make you an answer but for my Lord 's being at home to every idle Body that enquires for him Isa. Why don't you know me Friend Sam. Not I not I Mistress I may have seen you before or so But Men of Employment must forget their Acquaintance especially such as we are never to be the better for Going to shut the door Nurse enters having over-heard him Nur. Handsomer words wou'd become you and mend your Manners Sampson Do you know who you prate to Isa. I 'm glad you know me Nurse Nur. Marry Heaven forbid Madam that I shou'd ever forget you or my little Jewel Isabella goes in with her Child Now my Blessing go along with you wherever you go or whatever you are about Fye Sampson how cou'dst thou be such a Saracen A Turk wou'd have been a better Christian than to have done so barbarously by so good a Lady Sam. Why look you Nurse I know you of old by your good will you wou'd have a finger in every body's Pie but mark the end on 't if I am call'd to acount about it I know what I have to say Nur. Marry come up here say your pleasure and spare not Refuse his eldest Son's Widow and poor Child the comfort of seeing him she does not trouble him so often Sam. Not that I am against it Nurse but we are but Servants you know we must have no likings but our Lord 's and must do as we are ordered Nur. Nay that 's true Sampson Sam. Besides what I did was all for the best I have no ill will to the young Lady as a body may say upon my own account only that I hear she is poor and indeed I naturally hate your decay'd Gentry They expect as much waiting upon as when they had Mony in their Pockets and were able to consider us for the trouble Nur. Why that is a grievance indeed in great Families where the Gifts at good times are better than the Wages It wou'd do well to be reform'd Sam. But what is the business Nurse you have been in the Family before I came into the World What 's the reason pray that this Daughter-in-Law who has so good a Report in every body's mouth is so little set by by my Lord Nur. Why I 'le tell you Sampson more nor less I 'le tell the truth that 's my way you know without adding or diminishing Sam. Ay marry Nurse Nur. My Lord's eldest Son Biron by Name the Son of his Bosom and the Son that he wou'd have lov'd best if he had as many as King Pyramus of Troy Sam. How King Pyramus of Troy why how many had he Nur. Why the Ballet sings he had fifty Sons But no matter for that This Biron as I was saying was a lovely sweet Gentleman and indeed no body cou'd blame his Father for loving him He was a Son for the King of Spain God bless him I was his Nurse But now I come to the point Sampson This Biron without asking the advice of his Friends hand over head as young Men will have their Vagaries not having the fear of his Father before his Eyes as I may say wilfully marries this Isabella Sam. How wilfully he shou'd have had her consent methinks Nur. No wilfully marries her and which was worse after she had setled all her Fortune upon a Nunnery which she broke out of to run away with him They say they had the Churches Forgiveness but I had rather it had been his Father's Sam. Why in good troth these Nunneries I see no good they do I think the young Lady was in the right to run away from a Nunnery And I think our young Master was not in the wrong but in marrying without a Portion Nur. That was the Quarrel I believe Sampson Upon this my old Lord wou'd never see him disinherited him took his younger Brother Carlos into favour whom he never car'd for before and at last forc'd Biron to go to the Siege of Candy where he was kill'd Sam. Alack-a-day poor Gentleman Nur. For which my old Lord hates her as if she had been the cause of his going thither Sam. Alas alas poor Lady she has suffer'd for 't She has liv'd a great while a Widow Nur. A great while indeed for a young Woman Sampson Sam. Gad so here they come I won't venture to be seen Count Baldwin followed by Isabella and her Child C. Bald. Whoever of your Friends directed you Misguided and abus'd you there 's your way I can afford to shew you out agen What cou'd you expect from me Isa. O I have nothing to expect on Earth But Misery is very apt to talk I thought I might be heard C. Bald. What can you say Is there in Eloquence can there be in words A recompensing Pow'r a Remedy A Reparation of the Injuries The great Calamities that you have brought On me and mine You have destroy'd those hopes I fondly rais'd through my declining Life To rest my Age upon and most undone me Isa. I have undone my self too C. Bald. Speak agen Say still you are undone and I will hear you With pleasure hear you Isa. Wou'd my Ruine please you C. Bald. Beyond all other Pleasures Isa. Then you are pleas'd for I am most undone C. Bald. I pray'd but for Revenge and Heav'n has heard And sent it to my wishes These Grey Hairs Wou'd have gone down in sorrow to the Grave Which you have dug for me without the thought The thought of leaving you more wretched here Isa. Indeed I am most wretched When I lost my Husband C. Bald. Wou'd he had never been or never