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A55542 The imposture defeated, or, A trick to cheat the devil a comedy, as it was acted by His Majesties servants, at the Theatre in Drury-lane. Powell, George, 1658?-1714. 1698 (1698) Wing P3051; ESTC R23302 34,396 57

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had'st no time but what was in my Will I might have cut thy Brittle-Thread of Life the very moment that this deed was sign'd look there and see what time 's allowed thee and Curse thy self for thy unthinking folly Her May I believe my Eyes O wretched Fool how hast thou plunged thy self into perdition this was the fatal blow my heart presaged and this the wretched end of all my Joys O dismal Marriage night Unhappy Bridegroom must then thy Bridal Bed be Sulphurous flames and Fiends perform thy Hymencial rites instead of my Marcella's soft Embraces must I ashing Furies Clasp me in their Arms O thou great injur'd power I have Offended strike strike me to the Center and make my Soul as Mortal as my Body Art Leave off your Idle Prayers or by that power I serve and you are ty'd to Worship thou sha't not tread the Earth a moment longer Her Fiend thou li'st thou that not dare to touch me what power hadst thou to Buy or I to Sell that which was none of my own I had no Soul at my dispose for it was bought before bought at a Rate so high that the whole World weighs not a Grain of the vast price was paid for 't Art This will not save you since you have free-will and by that free will thus as'twas sign'd to me I do expect performance of the Deed. Her Shall the bare setting of my name condemn me how many Wretches in their Lust and Riots have made a gift seal'd firm with Imprications Wretches for Perjury and foul Extoration make by their Crimes a Deed as strong as mine Nay even the murderer whose purple stains fix to his Soul and mark it with Damnation and true Penitent Tears 't is Cleansed and Whiten'd for a brighter Being Art Fool I 'll not give thee Leisure to Repent nor sha't thou have a moment more to breath by all the Ashy Treasuries of death I have not power to stir what can this mean he bears some holy relick sure about him or he is fix'd on Consectared ground Come from that place Her No infernal never perhaps the ground is Sacred that I tread on if so I will not stir but rooted fast I 'll stand a Monument of true Devotion and here exprie in prayers Art Slave I 'll blast thee Her Thou art the Slave not I. A Sacred inspiration fills my Soul and bids me dare thy worst ha Let me think the very day on which my Father dy'd his Confessor Physition of his Soul come to me and delivered me a Paper which I have wore ever since next my heart My Son said he take this and when thou find'st thou art upon the very brink of ruin open that Paper and thou 'lt find inclos'd that which will make thy Enemies fly from thee now is the time I 'm just upon the Brink and here before me stands my greatest Enemy thus then I break the seal and thus unfold the Sacred mistery Art Tempest Lightning Thunder Plagues seize thy Marrow give me back the Contract Her No I will tear it to as many peices as thou hast ruin'd Souls Avant cursed Tempter hence to thy native Hell and howl in flames Art Perdition Furies why am I thus fool'd I shall be made the sport of every Fiend and hooted through each Region they will make me the very Owl of Hell to sculk in Corners and every meager Ghost will Chatter at me I cannot bear the thought Convulsions gnaw thee Aches contract thy Bones that thou may'st know As great a Plegue above as I shall find below Thunders and sinks Her 'T is done ' the Victory 's obtain'd at last and I will bravely keep the field I 've won I 'll fix to this Sacred standard on my heart and never fear success under this Banner Enter Duke Marcella Gusman Senior Gusman Junior Bond Pedro c. Duke Nephew have you got done your Contemplations you look more Gay and Lively than you did I do suppose it was your excess of Joy that over-power'd your Spirits Her I confess my breast is full of Joy O my Marcella forgive me that my Soul could harbour sadness upon this day but I 'll convince my Fair one that I had than as great a cause of Sorrow as now I have for Pleasure Marc. My dear Lord my Joy or Grief does all depend on you and when you 're Pleas'd I 'm Happy Duke See Nephew here 's more visitors to see you and one that has but newly found his Eyes he took a happy day to make his Peace in thee which at the intreaty of your Friend I have Granted Her Your Goodness makes me more your humble debtor my Friend I wish you Joy for I perceive a cheerfulness that says you have gained your wishes Gus. Iun. I have gained all I wish Gus. Sen. I have got my Estate again and now I want nothing but a longer Lease of Life that I might have time enough to spend it again Her Seignior Bond I hope you 'l live hereafter with more Justice believe me 't is the surest way to thrive There 's a small reckoning betwixt you and me but I forgive you freely Bond. Sir I thank and will make it my whole Life's study to deserve your Favour Her Now for thee honest Pedro. Ped. Good lack I was afraid you had forgot me 'T is a Plaguy trick you Courtiers have got never to Remember past services Duke Fear not Pedro I 'll see thee prefer'd Ped. I thank your Grace Duke Come Nephew seat your self and you his Friends the Masque has waited for us Her We attend your Grace They all sit The Sc●ne changes to a Beautiful Garden c. ENDIMION The Man in the Moon A MASQUE A Scene of Fountains ENDIMION Sleeping on a Bank Menalcas Dorus Damon Alexis with other Shepherds and some Shepherdesses are discover'd and some of them Dancing Men. COme Shepherds 't is Night and our Flocks are in Fold Come Dorus and Damon we 'll haste from the Cold. To Coridon's Cottage we 'll go There the Liquor does merrily flow Do. Stay Menalcas prethee stay Endimion us'd to come this way Let us for Endimion stay Cho. Let us for Endimion stay Dam. Endimion's Flocks all go astray Their Master strays as much as they For you Bright Moon Endimion sights For her he fondly pines and dies Pitty poor Endimion's pain Poor Endimion hopeless Swain Cho. Poor Endimion hopeless Swain Alex. Why should not a Lover This Whining give over Since nothing but sorrow it yields Dor. Rich Egon's Brown Daughter Has made my Mouth Water But by Pan not for her but her Flock and her Fields See yonder he lies Sleep closes his Eyes I 'll wake him Alex. No Dorus no let him alone I 'll wake him No Dorus no let him Sleep on Sleep is the Lovers only Ease By Sleep of quiets he pertakes Gay Dreams of Bliss his Fancy please But when they fly Dispair awakes To those short Ioys the Swain we 'll leave The only