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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A49940	Sophonisba, or, Hannibal's overthrow a tragedy, acted at the Theatre-Royall, by their majesties servants / written by Nathaniel Lee.	Lee, Nathaniel, 1653?-1692.	1676 (1676)	Wing L870; ESTC R13330	36,757	72

Man to be a King Or to what purpose does the Warriour call For Arms Or Gown-men bustle in the Hall Sport for the Gods they whirl us here and there As Boyes blow watry bubbles in the Air. My help Mass. Ah let me not be touch'd by thee If Foes may capable of pity be Your Rosalinda seize and with her fly To Gold'n Beds Embrace her fast while I Within my dark and dusty Dungeon lye dies Han. Crowds of ill boading thoughts my Soul dismay His body to the Roman Campe convey Hears'd in a Mourning Chariot softly tread And look so sad that they may think you dead They bear off the Body Ros. This your suspition of my honour was See the effects where Jealousy's the cause Ah cruel Victor I could curse thee now With all thy Lawrels blasted on thy brow Love sick'ns with this deed my Transports fade Would we were both in Earths low Cavern laid Curtain'd with shady horrours where the Sun And Stars their fiery Courses never run But all the business of the World is done Exit Han. Oh that my heart her future State cou'd find Know to what good or ill this life 's design'd Prudence against such knowledge may advise But who of all mankind was alwayes wise For the great secret to the Gods I 'le go And if they faile me fathom for 't below Though hid by fate under a thousand Rocks And drag it up by the dark Jetty locks Let it all gastly as a Gorgeon come Stiff with the view I will outgaze my Doom The SCENE the City of Cirta Enter King Massinissa and Menander Trumpets sound a lofty March K. Mas. Was ever victory so swiftly won We scarce had leisure to demand the Town Their Gates they opened with such hast and fear As if our Conquering Swords Enchanted were Men. Syphax the great Usurper of your Throne Is to revenging Furies downwards gone In hells low valleys grown the darkest Weed And feels the stings that make Ambition bleed K. Mas. Straight to the Palace bid our Forces turn Where Sophonisba does her losses mourn We 'll visit that forsworne Illustrious faire To let her see how unconcern'd we are Men Since you have promised that you would forsake Why should your vertue need less tryalls make Love though scarce warm within your bosom pent Fann'd with her kindling sighs may get a vent Like he at which stifled in some closer space If any Air gets in fires all the place K. Mas. Darst thou suspect I say it cannot be Has Air or its wing'd ranger liberty Loose like the Wind as the wide Ocean free My enlarged soul rouls wantonly along Can hear unmov'd the warbling Syren's song Braving her Eyes her falshood I 'll upbraid For those rude wrongs she on my vertue layd Man Your Majesty best knows what 's fit to chuse I humbly offer'd what you may refuse K. Mas. Perhaps my present rage I may not keep For she has word would make the Cruel weep And Charms as powerful as Circes wiles As ravished Virgins sighs or Infants smiles But I more blind with rage then she with tears Mauger the Cunning which her sorrow wears Her hopes will laugh at and despise her feares Exeunt SCENE The Palace Enter Sephonisba Rezambe and Merna Seph Rome and the World against my life combine Methinks I 'me still a Queen whilst this is mine Though Massinissa has the King or'ethrown And his Victorious Troops possess the Town Yet Sophonisba is and shall be free Spight of the frighted Senators Decree They blush to see this life so glorious shine And fear their Eagle's eyes should dazled be with mine Merna if I have ought from thee deserv'd Be grateful thus and thou hast nobly serv'd Mer. Not for the World Soph. Rezambe thou art brave Strike and the Carthaginian glory save How will the Just the Valiant and the Wise Extol thy vertue and thy Courage prize Who durst the softness of thy Sex forgo And free thy Country with one desperate Blow A deed that will even Hannibal out do Rez Rather then I would live to see those hands Which Kings have kissed fetter'd with Roman Bands That body like a Pageant wretch adornd Graceing the victors Wheels your greatness scorn'd Rather then this endure by all that 's good I 'd bath this Dagger in your lives warm flood Till the haft reek'd with your hearts Royal blood Soph. O thou most noble Martial worthy Maid If by thy eyes my soul could be survey'd Thou wouldst believe what cannot be exprest How dear thou art to Sophonisba's breast Thy voice like sad but pleasing Musick flew Like dying Swans 't was sweet and fatal too Now stricke and bravely Act thy Tragick part Just here strike through and through this wretched heart Rez Death 's our last remedy as 't is the worst 'T is fit you try the victor's mercy first Prince Massinissa lov'd you once who knows But the same passion in his bosom glowes Blow it into a flame try all your Charms Love laughs at Brandish'd swords and glitt'ring Arms. Mer. Never was man like Massinissa kind By nature mild and amerously inclin'd Not vanquish'd Syphax dying fell so low As this Charm'd Prince will to your beauty bow Rez Imputed Trechery you ought to clear Let guilt shrink back and Innocence appear I 'll hide the Ponyard in my Robe if he Dooms you a slave this gives you liberty Soph. When breach of faith joyn'd hearts does disingage The Calmest temper turnes to wildest Rage He thinks me false though I have been most true And thinking so what may his fury doe Rez His Trumpets Clangors make the Palace ring Here wait your fate and this victorious King Enter King Massinissa Menander attendents K. Mass. Madam I come to tell you that you are No more a Queen but Prisoner of War The King whose loss 't is probable you grieve To whose lov'd memory those tears you give For Judgement is to Heaven's Tribunal gone And I now come to claim my Fathers Throne You in the War have bin unfortunate Not but your cause deserv'd a better fate Soph. Of Empire's joyes to you a gift I make More willingly then I did ever take Freely as ever Syphax made it mine To Massinissa I my Crown resign K. Mas. Not as your gift Crowns I should then despise But as my right by Birth and valours prize My father Galla's Diadem I 'le bear And all the Royalties of Circa wear Soph. These springs of grief unkindness now supplies K. Mas. Syphax deserv'd that tribute from your Eyes Soph. There is a cause more worthy of these tears K. Mas. More worthy what then Syphax for your sake Did he not fame and Empire victims make Gving love over measure when at last He threw his life up for you as a Cast. Soph. If what I speak might kindly be receiv'd But misery can never be believ'd K. Mas. Not you believ'd O Gods is it clear day So manifest are all things that you say Not you believed

my ills art blind Had I by thy advice my Souldiers led Hot with their Joyes and striding o're the dead To Rome to Rome my Warriour But 't is lost That hour that did so many last hours cost The Gods and opportunity ride post Melting at Capua I'm pleasures lay And for a Mistriss gave the World away Mah. Grudge you the World cou'd I such hearts subdue Were I great Iove himself I 'd give Heaven too But I am rough and not for Women made In Natures coursest mold by Fortune laid Han. Hast to the Roman Camp Bomilcar fly Take Scouts along unseen as Spirits pry And learn the posture of the Enemy Learn if thy knowledge may so happy be Where Rosalinda mourns for Liberty Seek her as thou woud'st wreaths for glories toil As after Conquest thou woud'st seek for spoil The SCENE drawn discovers a pleasant Grotto King Massinissa Massina and Menander sitting upon a Bank Soft Musick is heard K. Mas. Since Love the brighest Jewel of a Crown That fires Anbition and adorns Renown That with sweet hopes do's our harsh pains beguil And midst of Javelins makes the Souldier smile Since this great Trophies lost quite lost to me What wretched things must fame and Empire be Men. Yet once your Soul was of another strain And still you talk'd how God-like 't was to Reign In mystick Empire to be plac'd alone And your cheeks burn'd when you beheld a Throne Ev'n in your Nonage haughty were and bold And smiling wou'd your Fathers Scepter hold And talk'd when young how you wou'd rule when old K. Mas. Ambition then I lov'd but now abhor Mass. What is ambition Sir K. Mas. The lust of Power Like glory Boy it licenses to kill A strong temptation to do bravely ill Abait to draw the bold and backward in The dear bought recompence of highest sin For when to death we make the conquer'd yield What are we but the Murd'rers of the Field Men. In gallant souls Ambition is no more The Bawd of Empire or the lust of Pow'r Then lawful Mirth is lewdness in a Bride Or neatness in a Vestal Virgin Pride K. Mas. Then be it so yet I will out no more Since Love has wrack'd me on the long'd for shore Not but I had a Soul cou'd storms outwear Durst against Rocks or over Quick-sands steer For Love if Venus had like Iuno bid I durst as much as e're Alcides did But I am lost nothing Massina now With Love's each blast I like a Bull-rush bow Am I not alter'd much of late Mass. Alas You look like wither'd Flowers or Mountain grass K. Mas. O Sophonisba oh Mass. Why sighs my Lord Speak for I will revenge you with my Sword What cruel Vulture's this that tears your breast Like fester'd wounds it takes away your rest You will grow mad I think you watch all night And with your groans the croaking Ravens fright Who is it that these killing griefs has wrought That bends your brow and turns you into thought K. Mas. My sorrows load alass thou canst not bear Mass. Think you my Soul is capable of fear What is it for your sake I cou'd not bear K. Mas. Massina thou art all that I wou'd have There 's nothing after thee but a low grave Obdurate stubborn heart still wilt thou hold Observe me Boy when thou shalt see me cold Grown by my Death a longer line of woe Pale as wrong'd Lovers Ghosts that sighs below Then learn to curse the Author of my Fate Mass. What horrid things are these which you relate K. Mas. Thee from thy Childhood I have train'd with care I' th' painful Discipline of tedious War In Mountains bred thee and on barren sands And led the near the Moon through high parch'd Lands Show'd thee to chace wild Bores upon the heath And taught thy Infant hands the Trade of death When I by Boccar hotly war pursu'd And forc'd to plunge into the rapid Flood Thou leap'st in after me Mass. I did my Lord But you forget the whirl-pool in the ford Where when I struggl'd and my strength grew slack You dash'd my Fate and bore me on your back So through the Hellespont Europa rod Half dead with fear though mounted on a God K. Mas. But my Massina there 's one danger more More dreadful then all those we past before Vile Women Mass. Women Sir I oft have seen Dancing with Timbrels on the flowry Green Or like small Clouds upon the Mountains brow But never thought they thunder bore till now I know they are all black have rowling eyes Thick lips flat noses breasts of mighty size K. Mas. Thou never yet in shining Courts hast been Nor the fair part of Woman kind hast seen Who close in Affrick Palaces reside And from the injurious Sun their faces hide To whom compar'd these seem all hideous night But those like Cinthia's Silver Crescent bright Mass. Is it a sin to be acquainted Sir With those white Maids that are so fine and fair K. Mas. Shun 'em Massina as thou wou'dst thy Fate As things which by Antipathy we hate Not all the horrours of a bloody War Not Lyons Tygers such hid sury bear Those appear Monsters but these seem all mild None ever yet destroy'd but still she smil'd They are all grief when they appear all joy Like Lightning while they glitter they destroy Lye down sweet youth a fair white Woman was Of what thou seest me now the cruel cause Though clear her form appear'd without one stain Bright as those Bodies which o're darkness reign Her Soul is blacker then the skin of Moores For fraud with Beauty do's his Lodging take Mass. Then Beauties breast is like a bank of Flowers That fairly hides a foul and ugly Snake K. Mas. There not one safe and fair all Seas of sin Shou'dst thou be us'd alas as I have bin ' Twou'd make thee gray hear not my Story told Mass. Will Women if they use me make me old K. Mas. I had a Mistriss once For her I fought and did her cause maintain Against the World upon the listed Plain The Gods too know with what oblidging smiles And blushing joy she prais'd my mighty toiles And when to kiss her hand I bended low She made it meet my lips and prest 'em too All this in Publick but from sight remov'd Fierce were our Joyes and with a loose we lov'd Mass. You may remember Sir that I was by Call'd as a witness to the secret tye Thrice we invok'd the God of Marriage there With rich Sabaean scents perfum'd the Air And utter'd sacred vows and binding prayer K. Mas. When you were gone And none but I left with that charming Maid What furious fires did my hot Nerves invade With open arms upon my Bliss I ran With pangs I grasp'd her like a dying man Like light and heat incorporate we lay We blest the night and curst the coming day Mass. Now as I love bright Arms the Story 's fine Tell it all night my