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The conquest of China by the Tartars a tragedy, acted at the Duke's Theatre / written by Elkanah Settle ...
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Settle, Elkanah, 1648-1724.
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Wing S2675; ESTC R18258
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Vangona making a low Obeysance SCENE the Second The PALLACE A Table and Chaires set out with Pen Ink and Paper Enter King of China and Legozun King Lycungus King Ye High Eternal Pow'rs if you 've Decreed My Crown must flourish on a Traytors Head Whil'st true forgotten Majesty lies Dead If such loud Crimes must Rule the World lay by Those sparkling Gems that do adorne the Sky Govern your Heav'n as you Earth's Empire sway No Stars adorne your Night no Sun the Day Spangled with Bloody Comets may the Ayr All hung with Black the Garb of Horrour wear Your Heav'n and you more Night more Darkness need To be the fit Spectatours of this Deed. Leg. At once your Sword and Scepter he engrost By that unhappy Bounty you are lost Shout within They only for his Coronation stay And in these Shouts do their new Homage pay King I should not meet my Fate with so much Scorn To see my Crown by an Usurper worn Could I in Glory set and dy a King But whil'st I hear my Treach'rous Subjects Sing A Rebel's Triumphs and with Joy Applause And ecchoing Shouts defend a Traytor 's Cause The Homage gone the Name of King retires My Majesty before my Life Expires Leg. Hence 't is your Subjects do so loud appear Some by Reward are led and some by Fear He by such Arts do's his great Ends pursue Acts both the Patron and the Tyrant too Since first he did th' Imperial Title gain Eight Chief Taymingian Princes he has Slain He call'd a Councel for some strange pretended Cause Of Sixteen Thousand Students of our Laws Who being met he to the School set Fire And made 'em on one Funeral Pile Expire And this was all he for that Deed could say Learning should light the World and so did they King This Massacre all Chronicle exceeds Leg. This is not half of his Inhumane Deeds He to oblige the Common Multitude Confer's all Honours on Ignoble Blood King There there I 'm lost When high Blood floats and th'advanc'd Rable treads On Ruin'd Greatness and their Nobles Heads Then Usurpation seems Divine And in the Crowds of Proselytes it draws Wants neither Prayers nor Swords to aid its Cause Yet there 's one Glorious Guard against all ill Will prove you Princes me a Monarch still We 'l shew that we have Souls too Great and Proud To see a Royal Robe a Traitor's Shroud Though this False Rebel has disturb'd our Peace Our Swords shall from his Pow'r our Lives Release Our Souls together in one Trayn shall fly We 'l Sally out and take Eternity Leg. A Nobler Course you cannot undertake Than in your Death your Sanctuary make Nor can I better speak my Loyalty Than when my King Commands t' obey and dy King But I in Heav'n shall small Contentment find If I my Dearest Treasures leave behind My Wives to be the Objects of his Lust. No Sex should to a Tyrant's Mercy trust Go then Legozun tell 'em my Design Tell 'em I begg they in my Fate would joyn But work their Falls as you would pity mine Speak to 'em gently of their Deaths express None of the Pain but all the Happiness Talk not of Bleeding in too Harsh a tone Invite 'em to take Wounds but give 'em none And when you have the Vanquish'd Field possest Say 't is their dying Soveraign's last Request That for his sake who once that Crown did wear In whose bright Glory they once bore a share That for his sake they 'd Die to meet above There to Confirm new Articles of Love Exit Legozun I know they 're Loyal and 't is Just we shou'd Who shar'd in Pleasures now unite in Blood Enter a second Prince 2 Prince Oh Sir prepare your Ears for such a sound Would make a Fury startle and Confound The fiercest Foe of Heaven a Doom which Fate Trembles to give as I must to relate I come to speak things which I durst not give A Name if I intended to Out-live The speaking it King What is this wondrous thing 2 Prin. 'T is Royal Sir the Murder of a King Lycungus in a Fierce and wanton Rage Will in your Murder his own Hand Engage And is already here to see iâ— done King Is not deposing of a King alone Enough without the Wading in his Blood Men may Renounce Religion and a God But few so Impious to that Fury swell To Raze those Temples where they scorn to Kneel 2 Prin. And to appear more Insolent and High He calls his Bloody Treason Charity To ease you of your Life after your Power And Cut the Stalk now he ha's Cropt the Flower At such unknown outragious Blasphemy I 'm all Astonishment King So am not I. Where 's the surprize Is Impudence a thing To be admir'd in him that Kills a King Go on What said he more 2 Prin. All this hee 'l do If your Fear does not Rob him of the Blow King Nay now I 've heard too Loud a Blasphemy Dares he think Fear can make a Monatch Die T'assert my Fame I 'le Live and shew the Effects Of that high Courage his low Soul suspects In Blood he shall my righted Honour read I 'le brave those Numbers which protect his Head Traytor I 'le sell that Life I cannot save And Fighting Cut my passage to my Grave My Orders therefore instantly Recal And bid my Queens Live to behold my Fall Enter Legozun Leg. Hold Sir This Vain Reprieve will come too late See there the Ruins of your sinking State The Scene opens and is discovered a Number of Murdred Women some with Daggers in their Breasts some thrust through with Swords some strangled and others Poyson'd with several other Forms of Death When first your Queens your design'd Death had heard Their Pity in all Garbs of Grief appear'd But when they heard your Summons how they all Invited were t' accompany your Fall A Gust of Courage check't their Female Fears Harden'd their Pity and Congeal'd their Tears And then they boldly cryed Though Treason bring Thy Fate and make thee Lesser than a King We 'l make thee Greater than a God We may To Common God-heads Common Victims pay We 'l offer Greater Sacrifice to thee A Throne and Palace shall thy Altars be And we thy Offerings Here take a Flood Great Prince of thy own Dearest Royal Blood Then their own Murder each bold hand performs Embracing Death in all those Various Forms King Honour forbids that we on Earth should stay When thus a Female Trayn has led the way In Death above their Sex they have a Courage shown And shall We be less Manly in our own No we will dy but lest a Traytor 's Tongue By unjust Stains our Memory may wrong This from a King I 'le let him understand I scorn'd nor fear'd to fall by a Traitor's Hand Stabs himself in the Left Arm. Sits down and writes in the Blood In this I 'le write the Causes of our Death And to Zungteus China's Crown bequeath
fierce Horrors which must Seize my Soul When all this sweetness Dies these Soft fires cool These Roses wither and that charming breath Stopt and untun'd by the harsh Hand of Death Shall all delight all Harmony give ore When those Fair Eyes take and give light no more Then Oh! then what harsh doom 's ordain'd for me Yet in that Plague this comfort I foresee Quitazo's destiny shall follow thine I too shall set that hour you cease to shine Alcin. To make Death lighter yet expect to see Half of the well-come burden Borne by me When Death takes you I 'le follow my dear Lord With open Armes I 'le rush upon the Sword Though it in Tortures comes fates power desy On Constancy and me look Back and Dy. Exit forced out by Villains Quit. Others on Heaven in their Misfortunes call T' ask pardon for their Sins that Cause their fall But when my fortune a just Lover bears The Gods should ask his pardon not he their's For 't is a stain to their Eternall State To Order such a Beauty such a Fate Exeunt Enter King of China and Lycungus King of China My Daughter poison'd for Alcinda's sake Could desperare Love this Barbarous progress take But since kind Sir you have disclos'd the fact And Seiz'd the Savage Poysoners in the Act See the Disguis'd Alcinda be secur'd Her distiny shall be a while defer'd Then Publickly let False Quitazo be Proclaim'd a Traitour to the State and me And in his Room to you my worthy Friend I the whole Charge of China's power Commend When thus Degraded all his fame 's expir'd His Sword rebated and his power retir'd Let him be brought to me Then for this fact These Lovers shall be both together rackt Then Dear Orunda from thy Heav'n look down And see that Vengeance which attends my frown Exit Lyc. A Sawcy Murmur does my peace molest And Greatness preach to my uneasiy brest Why am I not already great my hand points to his Sword Bears this and I an army do Command True But we rarely our own greatness Spy When we see greater than our selves Stand by At that damp thought my greatness Hangs her wing I am a General but not a King But how are we less than Kings Or Whence can they more Sense of Glory feel There 's Brightness in a Crown but Edge in Steel These Can Raise Majesty Or pluck it down Swords have Securer titles than a Crown But though we Souldiers through the World strike Awe We make Obedience but Kings give it Law And all the Trophies of a Conquering Sword Do but build Temples where their Name 's ador'd Men dread the Voice of Thunder but admire And Reverence the Gods that lend it fire Well whether an Arm'd hand or a Crown'd Head Be best or worst if my designs succeed I will aspire to both To ease my doubt Wear Sword and Crown and find the difference out 'T is he puts Reason to the Surest Test Who tryes and not disputes which is the best Exit The Fifth ACT. Scene the Camp Enter Zungteus attended Vangona in Disguise Zungteus WHat do I Live to hear my Father Dead By a Gangrene from a Poison'd Arrows head Vang Call it not Death when Monarchs leave mankind But a Translation t'an Immortal Throne All of him that was King in you is left behind And all of him that 's God to its proper seat is gon Zung. In Heaven great Saint Oblige thy mourning Son My Amavanga's Constellation find 'T is easy found for 't is the brightest there And Represent to her enlightned mind The Torment of a Lover in Despair Tell her from me when her you meet above That 't is my Piety Controles my Love Thou badst me quit Love's Race to follow Fame And dread Sir even in Death thy Power the same Thee gon I 'le pay my Duty to thy Name Revenge by a double Ty directs my hand Thy Blood calls louder now than thy Command Enter Palexus and Quitazo Quitazo kneels to Zungteus Palex. Sir the Degraded Chiness General Do's at your Feet an Humble Suppliant fall Zung. Rise Worthy Sir you are my Friend Distress Do's not make Distance greater or Worthless Your deprest Virtue such strong Bonds has ty'd Thou can'st not ask that thing shall be deny'd T' oblige desert's my Study and my Pride Quit. That God-like Mercy banisheth Despair Now I dare speak when you are pleas'd to hear And Pardon'd Sinners make the Boldest Prayer I have a Mistress Sir Zung. And so had I aside 'Till this Curst Hand Quit. But Fate and Cruelty Have so Conspir'd Zung. She 's injur'd is she not Quit. Yes Royal Sir by one too that has got Pow'r to perform what his Wild Rage decrees Zung. And you want Arms to right her Injuries Quit. Your Goodness has with Heav'n this Vertue shar'd To know my Wants before my Prayers are hear'd Zung Call all your own what e'r Love can implore Divide thy Sorrows and command my Pow'â— A Nobler Cause cannot my Sword oblige Is it a Town or Kingdome you 'd besiege Say Sir Is this fair Sufferer Immur'd in City Walls Tow'rs Mountains Speak And let my Thunder the Vast Gordian break Quit. Sir T' express my Gratitude take this true Description of a Soul that bows to you I was your Enemy and should be still Had I a King t' obey or Foes to kill But now you 're China's Friend your Sword employ'd Against that Power which has a King destroy'd My Princess and Love's Sufferings plead alike In their Cause at th' Usurpers Heart I 'd strike A Mistress and a Soveraign's Cause I 'd Right Under your Banners I beg leave to Fight The Grant of this Request Great Sir will be As kind in you as it is just in me For though my Sword aims at my Countrie 's blood I make but th' ill Veins bleed to save the Good Zung. Share halfe my Pow'r take me your Rival too I owe as much of Vengeance there as you Then in Revenge let 's try which shall pay most Thou to a King and Love I to a Fathers Ghost Valiant I know you Just I 'm sure you 'l prove I ne'r doubt Honour where I meet with Love Vang Which way soe'r Fame calls your Conqu'ring sword Let your poor Slave attend his honour'd Lord Be near you when you Fight with greedy Eye Grasp your great Conquests see your Enemies Dy Admire your Arm and though I can't repay This Grace I can Adore you more than they Who have more Worth to pay the mighty Debt The Poor are as Religious as the Great Zung. Yes kind unknown thou shal't but whence proceeds This Zeal Is 't Love or Envy of my Deeds Thou like my Genius haunt'st me where I go Admirest my Victories and shar'st'em too Kind Boy there 's something in thy forward Zeal Say's thou art more than what thy Looks reveal I must find out from whence these Wonders spring Draw back the Curtain and Oblige this King Exeunt