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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A34581	Nicomede a tragi-comedy translated out of the French of Monsieur Corneille by John Dancer as it was acted at the Theatre-Royal, Dublin / ; together with an exact catalogue of all the English stage plays printed till this present year 1671.; Nicomède. English. 1671	Corneille, Pierre, 1606-1684.; Dancer, John, fl. 1660-1675.; Kirkman, Francis, 1632-ca. 1680.	1671 (1671)	Wing C6315; ESTC R29491	44,090	78

the Lustre of so fair a Life For me if other minds by ours be known Or we can guess of their thoughts by our own I must presume that I in him shall finde The self same Maximes and the self same minde With that great Rival I have fair play us'd Not sought his Ruine nor his Fame traduc'd Those Aids I have I did demand aloud And I think him with such brave thoughts endow'd That Glory onely his Designs inspires And but with Merit counters my Desires Arsin Intreagues of Court you never yet did prove Atta. Should Princes not like Princes treat of Love Arsin You treat and talk like one did little know Atta. Madam I speak those Vertues Rome did show Arsin From time perhaps you will the knowledge gain What Vertues should compose a Monarchs Train Mean time although that he your Brother be Think that you have a Mother still of me And to defeat what you of this conceive Come see how far the King does it believe ACT IV. SCENE I. Prusias Arsione Araspes Prus ARaspes bring the Prince Exit Araspes And pray forbear Madam those sighs which do my Bowels tear What need you thus with grief my Soul oppress Those Tears will nothing add to your Redress Nor is there need of them for your Defence Do I his Crimes doubt or your Innocence Or in all I have said what do you finde Should make you think that I can change my mind Arsi Ah Sir what can repair those wrongs that be Thrown on the Justest by base Calumny Virtue once charg'd with falshood can no more Be made so pure so bright as 't was before Still some reproachful mem'ry does remain Which to the brightest Glory brings a stain Whilst Sir Detraction harbours in your Court And People blindly would the Prince support Truth is too weak that Scandal to remove They 'l think me freed from onely by your love And if the least Spot rest upon my Fame If your worst Subjects but suppose the same Can I deserve your love or do these Fears Concern too little then to merit Tears Prus You 're scrupulous and do too much mistrust A Husbands love that knows his love is just Glory by Calumny becomes more bright And from its darkness gains a greater light But here 's the Prince and you shall see to day SCENE II. Prusias Arsinoe Nicomede Araspes Guards Arsin Pardon Sir Pardon for our onely stay Pardon for Laurels are so fertile grown Pardon for the Supporter of your Throne Pardon Nico. For what Madam Three Kingdoms won Which my death must devolve upon your Son For having so far prest your conquering Arms That even Rome has taken the Alarms For having too much Regal Power sustain'd For that Renown I through the world have gain'd For having with Success and Glory fought Following the Maxims my great Master taught If I want Pardon choose ' mongst these my Crimes I know no more Madam unless you 'l joyn That Villains by some others gain'd betraid My easie Faith to credit what they said That having a clear Soul free from deceit I wanted light to see into their cheat 'T is glory this and not a crime for one Who lives in Camps where no Court Tricks are known Who scorning baseness does not Thunder fear And knows no Stratagems but those of War Arsin Sir I recant he cannot guilty be Loading me with eternal Infamy He onely does that common Hate obey Men to the odious Name of Step dame pay That Humour having in his heart took Root He does to me the strokes of Fate impute Does Hannibal his Master having here The Publique Faith give up himself to fear And rather trust his Life and Liberty To black Despair than Hospitality Those Terrors which his doting Soul invade Are onely Plots by me before-hand laid Though he such Charms in Laodice espies 'T is I make Attalus see with the same eyes 'T is I the Aids of Rome against him gain'd And all that wounds him issues from this hand But though to blemish h'attempted have That Master to revenge that Mistress save All might be pardon'd in a Jealous Lover But I do something more in this discover 'T was not his Love that foster'd this Design That I 'm your Wife Sir is my greatest Crime From that Name onely springs this Calumny For else in short what can he charge on me Have I since first your Armies he did command Deny'd th' assistance both of Voice and Hand Have I refus'd him that Renown was due And when he stood in need of Aids from you And might have perisht had they been delay'd Who better prest that necessary Aid Sent him quick Succors both of Men and Treasur● And to supply his Wants made it my pleasure You know this Sir but see he does return For all that I have done Reproach and Scorn To rob me of your love has scandal us'd But still in Jealous Lovers all 's excus'd I say 't again Prus What answer canst thou make Nico. That the Queens goodness I must wonder at I will not say that with those Aids she gave By which she did my Life and Honor save And which with so much Pomp she does repeat She sought by my hand to make Attalus great And by this Arm of mine those Glories heapt Which this day tells us should by him be reapt By what she was to so much kindness wrought I leave to Heaven to judge that knows her thought Those gods who heard the Vows she made for me Will of our Cause the best Deciders be Mean time since the appearance is so fair She spoke for me I ought to speak for her And for her interest I must let you know In punishing two Villains you 're too slow Zenon and Methrobates ought to be A Sacrifice to her wrong'd Dignity They both accus'd her first and that scarce done They made her faultless to accuse your Son But no way clear'd themselves their death is made Too just for having thus with Greatness plaid Offences done to those of our Degree Can no way but by blood repaired be For things unsaid you cannot pardon give The Blot remains whilst the Impostors live And sparing them you Royal Blood expose Unto the malice of such Tongues as those Th' examples ill your Life in hazard lies If you let scape such spreading Calumnies Arsin How Sir would you destroy 'um for that truth Which Heaven did suddenly put in their mouth That truth which does restore to you your Wife Cancels her Scandals and secures her Life That truth which did your Sentence Sir suspend Whilst for my Int'rest he does this pretend You have no Cunning Prince no Court tricks know Prus Leave 'um and of your own Defence think now Purge your self of a Crime so base and low Nico. I purge my self you cannot Sir think so You know too well those of my Dignity When they grow guilty aim at things more high Their Failings like their Glories are sublime And with their Pow'r