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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

remember Vict Indeed Sir I had more Grace than to dispose of my self without your consent and more respect for your Family than to Marry any Man without a Portion Fred. If you please to give a Blessing to our Endeavours We have agreed upon the point to make you a Grandfather Fer. Why that 's well said You have my consent Marry her and I 'll give her a Portion but be sure you are as good as your word Fred. In what Sir Fern. In making me a Grandfather I am so over-joy'd that I am alive again I care not how many Children I have to provide for Vict. You see the fruits of Jealousie Fred. I 'll keep out of Purgatory I warrant you Fer. O don't name it good Son-in-Law I shall never get it out of my mind that 's certain Come my dear Wife and Children I owe my deliverance to your Intercession and Piety since you have brought me to Life again You shall have no cause for the future to wish me Dead Some fifty Years hence I may be contented to go to Heaven without calling by the way In the mean time Husbands who doubt my Story May find in Jealousie their Purgatory Exeunt SCENE II. The Street Biron and Bellford just arrived Bir. The longest Day will have an end We are got home at last Bell. We have got our Legs at Liberty And Liberty is Home where'er we go Thô mine lies most in England Bir. Pray let me call this yours For what I can command in Bruxelles you Shall find your own I have a Father here Who perhaps after Seven Years absence And costing him nothing in my Travels may be glad to see me You know my Story Knocks at the Door How does my Beard become me Bell. Just as you would have it 'T is Natural and not your own Bir. To Morrow you shall be sure to find me here As Early as you please This is the House You have observ'd the Street Bell. I warrant you I han't many Visits To make before I come to you Bir. To Night I have some affairs That will oblige me to be private Bell. A good Bed is the privatest Affair That I desire to be engaged in to Night Your directions will carry me to my Lodgings Exit Biron knocks again Sampson enters to him Samp. Who 's there What would you have Bir. Is your Lady at home Friend Samp. Why truly Friend it is my employment to answer impertinent Questions But for my Ladies being at home or no that 's just as my Lady pleases Bir. But how shall I know whether it pleases her or no Samp. Why if you 'll take my word for it you may carry your Errand back again She never pleases to see any body at this time of Night that she does not know and by the length of your Beard you may be grown out of her remembrance Bir. But I have business and you don't know how that may please her Samp. Nay if you have business she is the best Judge Whether your business will please her or no Therefore I will proceed in my Office And know of my Lady whether or no She is pleas'd to be at home or no Going Nurse enters to them Nurse Who 's that you are so busie withal methinks You might have found out an answer in fewer words But Sampson you love to hear your self prate sometimes As well as your betters that I must say for you Let me come to him who wou'd you speak with Bir. With you Mistress if you can help me to speak to your Lady Nurse Yes Sir I can help you in a civil way But can no body do your business but my Lady Bir. Not so well But if you 'll carry her this Ring She 'll know my business better Nurse There 's no Love-Letter in it I hope You look like a civil Gentleman In an honest way I may bring you an answer Exit Nurse Bir. My old Nurse only a little older They say the Tongue grows always Mercy on me Then hers is seven years longer since I left her Yet there 's something in these Servants folly Pleases me The cautious conduct of the Family Appears and speaks in their impertinence Well Mistress Nurse returns Nurse I have deliver'd your Ring Sir pray Heav'n You bring no bad News along with you Bir. Quite contrary I hope Nurse Nay I hope so too but my Lady was very much surpriz'd when I gave it her Sir I am but a Servant as a body may say but if you 'll walk in that I may shut the Doors for we keep very orderly hours I can show you into the Parlour and help you to an answer perhaps as soon as those that are wiser Exeunt SCENE III. A Bed-Chamber A Woman Servant spreading a Table Isabella Enters Isa. I 've heard of Witches Magick Spells and Charms that have made Nature start from her old course The Sun has been Eclips'd the Moon drawn down from her career still paler and subdu'd to the abuses of this under World Now I believe all possible This Ring this little Ring with Necromantick force has rais'd the Ghost of Pleasure to my fears Conjur'd the sense of Honour and of Love into such Shapes they fright me from my self I dare not think of them Servant goes out I 'll call you when I want you Nurse Enters Nurse Madam the Gentleman 's below Isa. I had forgot pray let me speak with him Exit Nurse This Ring was the first Present of my Love to Biron my first Husband I must blush to think I have a second Biron Dy'd still to my loss at Candy there 's my hope O! Do I live to hope that he Dy'd there It must be so He 's Dead and this Ring left by his last breath to some known faithful Friend to bring me back again Biron introduc'd Nurse retires That 's all I have to trust to My fears were Womans I have view'd him all And let me let me say it to my self I live again and rise but from his Tomb. Bir. Have you forgot me quite Isa. Forgot you Bir. Then farewel my Disguise and my Misfortunes My Isabella He goes to her she shrieks and falls into a swoon Isa. Ha! Bir. O! come again Thy Biron summons thee to Life and Love once I had Charms to wake thee Thy once lov'd ever loving Husband calls Thy Biron speaks to thee Isa. My Husband Biron Bir. Excess of Love and Joy for my return Has over-power'd her I was to blame To take thy Sexes softness unprepar'd But sinking thus thus Dying in my Arms This extasie has made my welcom more Than words cou'd say Words may be Counterfeit False Coyn'd and Current only from the Tongue Without the Mind but Passion 's in the Soul And always speaks the Heart Isa. Where have I been Why do you keep him from me I know his Voice My Life upon the Wing Hears the soft lure that brings me back again 'T is he himself my Biron the dear

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